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rogerswifesblog · 4 months
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1 - The Devil I Desire
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A/N: Hi! This is my first Stucky Series and I hope you’ll like it. Tbh Steve is a dick in this one (at least in the beginning) and it won’t be Peggy friendly either. Also, READ TGE WARNINGS, it’s important since it’ll later on contain still like age gap, cheating and other rather controversial stuff.
Here’s the first chapter! Have fun reading!
And a big thank you to @jamneuromain who helped me with the idea and especially some things later on in the story…(especially some extra drama👀)
Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated ❤️
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Pairing: silver fox Steve Rogers x college student Bucky Barnes
Chapter summary: first meeting after a disaster….just leading into another one.
Warnings: age gap, alcohol consumption, past trauma
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Bucky wanted to get wasted. Like, really get wasted. His tinder date was once again a total disaster and right now he just wanted to spend a fun evening with his best friend (preferably by getting wasted).
> waitin at the bar < Bucky texted Wanda, while sipping at his second tequila sunrise, scrolling through Instagram. All those happy couples annoyed him, posting all those cute pictures together. Why couldn’t he have this? Why couldn’t he be in such a cute relationship too?
He wasn’t even picky. He just wanted someone who didn’t hate cats or wasn’t a serial killer. (Tho he’d probably be able to look past the second part. As long as nobody hated his dear Alpine everything should be fine.)
Bucky definitely didn’t want anyone like today's date. He hadn’t felt this bad in a long time, really. First he had already suspected the other guy to be very egotistical and vain. Turned out to be the truth.
But after Bucky pulled up his sleeves from it being too hot in the restaurant? God, that’s where it all started to go downhill.
From the first moment where his scars were on display Bucky could feel his gaze on them, interested in a way, but mostly disgusted.
Just…
He couldn’t describe the vibe the other guy was giving him.
It made Bucky feel like…like an animal at the zoo, in a way. Everyone was looking at him. Judging for something he couldn’t change.
So after faking a family emergency he left his date and decided to text his group chat about wanting to go clubbing tonight. And getting drunk.
Very, very drunk.
Unless he’d find a hot guy to spend the night with. Then he’d rather remember it.
“Bucky!”, Wandas voice sounded close to him, even with the loud music killing every sound existing. Sometimes he was surprised how loud Wanda could be if she wanted to. Especially since she was always rather quiet. “Are you okay?”, her arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him from behind. “Hi, Wanda”, Bucky smiled tiredly, leaning a bit into the hug, sighing,
He explained to Wanda what had happened and why he was in such a bad mood. She was understanding, especially since she knew how much it took Bucky to carry himself with the confidence he did now.
Wanda hugged once again after Bucky finished the story, finishing the tequila sunrise.
After a while also Clint and Pietro came to the bar, both of them immediately ordering shots.
“So, tell us what happened and how drunk we wanna be tonight?”, joked Pietro, the accent strong on his tongue, especially now after already having drank some beers with Clint before they came to the club too.
Bucky chuckled at that, only giving Pietro one exhausted smile before explaining the whole story once again to both him and Clint. Just like Wanda they understood how Bucky felt.
While complaining to his friends he hadn’t even noticed the lingering gaze of a middle aged man, watching Bucky as he sipped from his tequila.
Steve sat with Sam in the corner of the club, having a whisky on ice in his hands and only partly listening to whatever Sam was trying to tell him. It was hard for him to hear what he said and he also couldn’t really concentrate on him when his eyes were glued to the younger man’s lips wrapped around a straw.
Then he looked back at Sam, noticing he had stopped talking. “Can you repeat anything of what I’ve said?”, Sam raised his eyebrows, laughing when Steve lowered his head, clearing his throat. “I’m listening…?” “Sorry, I was in thought-“ “yeah, yeah, watching someone out of your age range. At least if I’m correct about you looking at the guy with the manbun at the bar. I’m jot even sure if he’s out of high scho-“ “of course he is. He’s in a club. Drinking alcohol. He’s at least 21”, argued Steve, already slightly Offended.
He may like younger partners than himself, but he’d never be interested in someone who’d be below 21. If he had to be honest with himself he’d rather meet with people closer to thirty than twenty, but this young man definitely didn’t seem like mid twenties.
It broke his heart to imagine he couldn’t spend the night with him, but he was definitely too young…on the other hand, it’d be just for one night.
But he also couldn’t be too sure if Mr Man-bun would even want him. Who knew if he’d be into older men? Even though Steve kept himself fit and took care of his appearance, he couldn’t hide the graying hair in his beard, the gray strands in his hair and the few wrinkles that were already covering his forehead the more he furrowed his eyebrows. Or the little crow‘s feet from all the laughs in his life.
Sighing he looked into his Glas, noticing how some of the ice had already melted, making the alcohol watery and less enjoyable….which was a good reason to go to the bar and- “don’t think about it-“ “already did it”, Steve answered, standing up and walking over to the table, purposefully stopping next to his object of desires. Who was alone. His friends were on the dance floor while he was drinking something light blue again.
“Isn’t that a bit too much for one evening?”, Steve chuckled to the young man, after ordering himself a whisky. The young man quickly finished his drink, sipping from his straw. His lips wrapped around it so nicely, as he sucked the liquid…god, Steve, keep it in your pants.
“You get me another one and I’ll stop after that”, he said flirty, winking at Steve.
So Steve was game. A smirk crept onto his lips as he called out to the bartender to get the young man the same drink as before. This time a double.
“I’m Bucky”, the young man introduced himself, holding out his hand for Steve to shake, which he did. “Steve Rogers. Nice to meet you.”
Hm, the name Rogers sounded familiar to Bucky's ears, but he ignored it.
Instead he was already looking forward to meeting this attractive man, “so…what are your plans for tonight? What are you gonna do?”
Hoped You. Was Steve's First thought but he kept his mouth shut. “I’m not sure yet…I think I’ll finish this drink and go home”, he shrugged, not being able to keep the smirk hidden.
Bucky felt like he should immediately tell this gorgeous man he would leave this place alone but…he was never one for one night stands. He actually never had one, hell, he never had sex with someone, he only had his cock sucked a couple of times or did it himself. The closest thing he had to a one night stand was when he rubbed off a guy in the toilets of a bar on a first date. Afterwards the guy never talked to him again.
He decided to be honest.
“I’d be lying if I’d say you wouldn’t be going home alone even though I’d love to say it but…I’m not that kind of guy. I mean-I really want to know what you’re hiding beneath those clothes because your shoulders seem wider than the doors but…-“ “hey, hey, don’t worry, we can just get to know each other, talk a bit…we can go back to mine and just leave it at a conversation”, Steve smiled even though he had definitely intended the night to be different.
But he was good with his words. And he knew it’d work out to his favor.
It wouldn’t be the first time anyway.
So he wasn’t surprised to see Bucky texting his friends he wouldn’t be home for the night as they were leaving the building together.
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Thank you for reading! I’d appreciate some feedback ❤️
What do you think why Bucky knows Steve’s surname?👀it’ll be important later on….👀
Taglist: @ozeriterchick @guiltypleasureisfun @ayronren (I’ve decided to tag some people that had reblog the series summary and might be interested! )
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fandomfluffandfuck · 20 days
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it's funny that this is the first time i've noticed the zipper in the middle of his uniform, what an interesting place to put it where it's in plain sight 👀 if bucky were around at the time he definitely would not be able to resist honing in on that, just the need to unzip him and put his hands on that waist 🥴🥴🥴 i also now understand the urge to put him in corsets as well, baby doesn't feel comfortable without something hugging his body tightly 🥺
related to some stills of Chris as Steve from The Avengers (2012)
I knew the zipper was there, but, yeah, you're right, I haven't really noticed it before.
I'd like to imagine that The Avengers suit has a similar belly window to the Civil War suit 👀 I mean, I would love to imagine that all the cap suits have removable panels over the abs for easy access and maximum slutty-waist vibes, crop top looking shit, with that zipper right there. C'mon, what else is under there anyway?
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You're so right, though. If Bucky were around then, he would've been all over his man. They would be in the middle of a stake out, hiding in the shadows, the darkness of night when--
Ziiiiiip
"What was that?" Sam whispers.
"Nothing," Steve answers, all too quickly. If a voice can sound like it's blushing, Steve's suddenly does.
And if a smirk can be audible, then Natasha's is when she answers, somewhere to the left, unseen, "Barnes."
"Ugh," Sam makes an involuntary sound, "I get that the serum turns everything up to 11, but can you please keep it in your pants until I'm at least out of earshot I would like that."
"Relax," Bucky's voice is unbothered, smooth as always, "it wasn't even his pants."
"I don't wanna know what it was," Sam retorts.
Steve squirms, half grumbling and half squirming with embarrassment, stuck between it all. Bucky's cold, metal hand is on his waist, squeezing him so hard that he wants to squeak. No matter how many times Bucky unzips his suit and starts petting his skin, only explaining himself by putting a finger to Steve's lips, shushing him, claiming, shh, I miss your waist, we just need a minute alone, Steve will never be used to the sudden touch. He's not sure what's the worst though--when Bucky squeezes his hip, traces the cut of his abs, or thumbs the deep line of his Adonis belt.
It's all terrible.
(He likes it.)
((He doesn't want Bucky to stop.))
Thank you for the thoughts. I certainly agree, baby deserves a corset. And, yes! He deserves every sensory experience he craves--including tight corsets squeezing around his already teeny tiny waist.
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waiting-so-long · 4 months
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To be Decided - part 1
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Characters / Fandom : Marvel / COD crossover no one asked for. Simon “Ghost” Riley, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson.
Pairing : Bucky x reader? Ghost x reader?
Summary : Having previously been apart of the 141, now an agent with Shield, you were excited to introduce Bucky and Sam to Simon when he came to visit. What you didn’t expect was the battle between the Sergeant and Lieutenant for your attention. What happens when lines get blurred, and boundaries are crossed? Can all actions be forgiven, or will everything change?
Warnings : 18+ only, minors be gone! kinda delulu ooc Bucky. Teasing Ghost. Reader is oblivious. Pining? Jealousy. Alcohol but no one gets sloppy. Probably jumpy writing my bad. Not in this part but eventually semi dark!Bucky and smut, with dub con vibes(how can you really know who is wearing a mask?). Idk what else you let me know.
Word Count : unknown, written on mobile so sorry!
A/N : I had intended for this to be a smutty one shot, but uhhh the backstory got stuck in my head and had to come out. Anyway, buckle in kids, gonna be an interesting ride. Also yes I did make a completely new account just so I could post this lol haven’t written in years so any feedback is welcome! Thanks!
Part 2 here
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He is not jealous.
There’s nothing to be jealous of.
You are not his, he isn’t yours. Hell, you’re not even Simon’s, according to you.
But Bucky isn’t a fool. He knows the look in Simon’s eyes. Even if the rest of his face is blocked by that stupid mask, Bucky knows he wants you; because Bucky wants you too.
Even worse than how Simon looks at you, is how you’re looking at him. A glimmer in your eyes, and a smile on your lips that has never been directed to Bucky. This is… softer.
Nothing like Bucky gets from you, dramatic rolled eyes and teasing smirks that make his heart pound in his chest, his cheek flush. Bucky has been captivated by you since he met you a year ago. You came to the team after your time in the military. Sharp shooter that gave Bucky himself a run for his money. One of the best agents he’s worked with and helped train.
And then he started to get to know you. You reminded him of all the people he loves the most, all the best parts of them.
You’re sarcastic, and sassy, but empathetic like Sam. Self-sacrificing, and strong like Steve. Strong willed, gentle like Nat. Warm and comforting like his Ma.
It was those similarities that first drew him to you, made him want to call you a friend.
That was his mistake. He should have known it wouldn’t be enough. He fell for you hard. He needed to be around you, to make sure you stayed safe (even though he knew you didn’t need protecting), he needed to hear your laugh, and feel your embrace after long missions and nightmares that continue long after waking up.
He needed you, everyday, and it wouldn’t be enough. But he’d take what he could. He would pick himself up, dust himself off every time he fell a little more for you. He would keep his distance, and watch with pride you proved you could hold your own. He would listen to you laugh even if he wasn’t the one who said the joke. He would be the first to release your hugs, knowing if he didn’t force himself to let go he would stay wrapped in you forever.
It had to be enough.
But watching you - sitting in the booth across the bar, your head thrown back in laughter, playfully smacking Simon in the chest as he whispers something that couldn’t possibly be as funny as you think it is - Bucky is having a hard time convincing himself it will ever be enough.
“You gonna actually order the drinks, or just continue to glare at them?” Sam’s voice broke Bucky’s trance, and he remembered why they were there.
To make nice and entertain your dear old “friend” while he’s in the States. You promised Bucky he and Simon would get along, claiming they were similar and had a lot in common. Hah. They had at least one thing in common, for sure. How they feel about you. But that’s definitely not going to bring them closer.
Bucky rolls his eyes and straightened his back, “Not glaring, just… observing. I don’t trust him.”
“Right,” Sam scoffs with a smirk, “Y/n does, though. You trust her. She wouldn’t bring someone around if she didn’t have full faith in them.”
That’s the problem. He knows he has no reason not to trust him. He probably is the great guy you act like he is. You’re a better judgement of character than anyone else he knows. But still, all he wants to do is rip him from that booth, away from you, and maybe finally tell you how much you mean to him.
Instead, he turns away from you, finally ordering the next round of drinks he was sent for.
You look up and meet Bucky’s eye as he and Sam carry your drinks back to the table. Sam slides in beside Simon, Bucky comes to sit next to you on your right, throwing his metal arm on the back of the booth around you.
“What took so long, I thought I was gonna die of dehydration,” you joked, elbowing Bucky in the side, as you reached for your drink.
“I thought ‘alcohol isn’t proper hydration’, or does that not apply to you,” Simon chuckled beside you, remembering all the times you forced water bottles into his hands when he insisted all he needed was a beer.
You rolled your eyes when he mocked your accent, but couldn’t help smiling at the memory yourself, “That’s different, you would sometimes go days without water if it wasn’t for me. I swear I don’t know how you’ve survived without me”
“Trust me, Dove, I don’t either.” His voice lower, his eyes more genuine than you expected. Your heart skipped a beat at the nickname, as Simon squeezed your leg just above your knee, brushing his thumb across your skin. You don’t remember him being so touchy, not that your complaining in the slightest.
You force yourself to look away from Ghost’s eyes as Sam brought attention back to himself, continuing the story he was telling earlier from his Air Force days.
A few rounds later, you decided to call it a night.
As you all went home, you couldn’t stop smiling. You were thrilled your three closest friends hit it off so well, and it just made you even more excited to have Simon stay with you for the next week.
Sam thought it was hilarious that you - being the incredibly intuitive special agent you are - weren’t able to see the obvious testosterone battle happening in front of you. Every joke Simon had said resulted in a barely hidden eye roll from Bucky. Every squeeze of your shoulder from Bucky had Ghost sitting up taller, pushing back his shoulders, his broad frame on full, threatening display. It was a sight to see. One Sam will be sure to tease Bucky about, relentlessly.
Meanwhile, Bucky was fuming as he stared at his bedroom ceiling. Why couldn’t you see that English prick just wanted to get in your pants? Why couldn’t you see how he was using you to try to intimidate Bucky? Not that Bucky wasn’t doing the same, but it was different. Simon doesn’t care for you like he does, doesn’t love you like Bucky does. Right?
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‘Wrong, so very wrong,’ Simon thinks. He shouldn’t be looking at you this way. He’s a guest in your home, you’re one of his closest friends. You’re just being a good host, bending over to grab him a water from the fridge, your pajama shorts riding up, exposing the curve of your ass cheeks. He could just walk behind you, pull you against him and—
Simon forced himself to look away as you stood up, crossing your apartment to hand him the water with a warm smile.
“Thank you, Dove,” he set the bottle on the table, running his fingers through his hair. He had abandoned the simple black mask he wears, when not on duty, the moment you locked the door, being fully comfortable and confident with you seeing his face. There was nothing to hide from you.
You sat on the opposite corner of the couch, back against the arm rest, facing him with your knees pulled up. You cocked your head to the side, a slight squint to your eyes.
Ghost squirmed slightly under your gaze, “What’re you looking at me like that for?”
“What’s with all the sweet names tonight? You’re not going soft on me, are you, Ghostie?” You poked his thigh with your toes as you laughed.
He felt his neck and ears grow hot, but didn’t turn away from you, eyebrows raised and slight upturn on his lips. “I don’t know what you mean, I’ve always called you that.”
“Hmm. Maybe, but something’s different.” When you poked Ghost’s thigh again, he grabbed your ankle and brought your foot into his lap, massaging from your calf to your toes. Not used to idle hands after years of constantly having a gun to load or a blade to twirl. Still the action has your heart pounding in your chest.
Simon tilted his head down to catch your eyes, “Is different a bad thing?” His eyes dark, voice low. This is what’s different, you thought. You and Ghost were used to playful banter, and back and forth flirting on and off the field. But there’s something in his eyes that catches you off guard. Desire.
You glance at his mouth, seemingly mesmerizing by the deep scar across his top lip. You can’t help but wonder how it would feel against yours…
A deep laugh shakes the couch, and you quickly meet Simon’s eyes. He is thoroughly amused by the effect he has on you, which only makes the blush in your cheek worse. To defend yourself against your embarrassment you move to kick him with your free leg, but he quickly catches your ankle with one large hand, tugging your leg so you lay flat on your back on the cushions. He turns so that he’s kneeling between your legs, towering over you. Your eyes wide, blood rushing in your ears from the quick change in events.
“ Wh-what are you doing, Si,” you ask quietly, hating how timid you sound, but you’re too flustered to even try to sound steady.
Ghost leans over you, his hands holding the arm rest above your head, careful to keep his body from touching you, other than his knees between your thighs. “Showing you that different can be a good thing, little Dove.” He leans in, your heart skips, your breath caught in your throat. Eyes closing, preparing to feel his lips against yours.
Instead, you feel a quick kiss to your forehead, a quiet chuckle against your skin, and he’s off the couch before you can even open your eyes.
“What the fuck, Simon?!” You turn to him standing beside the couch, feeling paralyzed and energized at the same time. Unable to fully process what just conspired in such a short amount of time, the drinks from earlier still must be fogging your brain.
Simon has the most obnoxious, arrogant grin on his face, hands on his hips, still towering over you as you still haven’t found the strength to move. “What’s wrong? You seem flushed. You should probably head to bed, don’t y’think?” He turned away, grabbing his water, and walking towards the guest room.
You finally sat up, and threw the pillow from the chair next to you at his head, “You’re a fucking tease, asshole!” He only laughed, closing the door behind him as he sung out a simple ‘goodnight’ your way.
Throwing your head against the back of the couch, you took a moment to compose yourself, before finally making your way to get ready for bed. Sleep didn’t come easy, too busy replaying the days events, and how you wished they had ended differently, before your eye’s finally forced themselves closed.
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A/N pt 2 : Tell me what you think! Should I even post part two? Thanks for reading!
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buckys-little-belle · 2 years
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Mafia AU
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Belle’s Mafia AU
This AU (alternate universe) is set in New York, following the four most prominent Mafia Families and their business. The series, for now, will be focused on the Barnes-Rogers Family, specifically Bucky and Steve, and their little Dove. In this AU Little’s are a common thing, everyone is sort of placed into three categories, Little, Caregiver (Cg) and Little/Caregiver. (Some characters do not have a label, this is because their label is insignificant to the plot, feel free to label them as whatever you want in your head.). Because I do not know extensively what New York living is like, nor do I know extensive history of the area, I am going off of what the internet says, if you think I have something wrong, it’s probably because I do, but this is a fictional world, the vibes will be different, so even though I try to keep things accurate, I cannot promise native New Yorkers will enjoy this series care free. This series is completely fictional, I am not romanticizing real Mafia life, I am simply making up a fake world and creating a storyline within it, please do not think that the real Mafia world is like this, as it definitely isn’t.
Odinson Family - (All of New York) The oldest and most respected Mafia family, the Family holding the rights over all other Mafia families in New York. Odin’s sons are known for fighting over the leadership of the Family, too stubborn to agree to Co-Lead, instead swapping leadership every so often. Though the Family has a small inner circle, it’s known for it’s many allies, the Odinson empire far larger than meets the eye.
Odin - Head of all New York Mafia Families, nothing happens without his approval, he is basically the ‘King’ over everyone.
Thor (Cg) - Odin’s son, and leader of the ‘Odinson’ Mafia Family.
Loki (Cg/Little) - Odin’s son, right hand man of the ‘Odinson’ Mafia Family
Frigga - Odin’s wife, the voice of reason to Odin’s ruling, the mother to all.
Valkyrie (Cg) - Trusted member of The Odinson Family
Carol (Cg) - Trusted member of the Odinson Family
Barnes-Rogers Family (Brooklyn/Queens) - Bucky and Steve have never done anything apart, so when each of them were given the opportunity to move rank and create a Mafia family, on their own, they chose to merge together, creating a strong empire together. The Barnes-Rogers family is known for it’s kindness to allies as well as the community, but it’s harshness to it’s enemies, second chances are hardly ever handed out.
Steve (Cg) - Co-Leader of the Barnes-Rogers Family
Bucky (Cg) - Co-Leader of the Barnes-Rogers Family
Sam (Cg) - Right hand man of the Barnes-Rogers Family
Peter (Little) - The newest recruit to the Barnes-Rogers Family
Ned (Cg) - The newest, and only, tech guy, and member, of the Barnes-Rogers Family
Romanov Family - (Manhattan) Run by the best Russian assassin, turned Mafia leader, her ruthlessness and ability to see through lies allowing her leadership to never be questioned and instead be praised. The Romanov family is known for loyalty and shady deals, the leader keeping family close, and enemies unknowing closer. Though the Romanov Family is newly established, it’s value is heavily recognized by the others around them.
Natasha (Cg) - Leader of the Romanov Family
Clint (Cg) - Right hand man to the Romanov Family
Kate (Little) - The newest recruit of the Romanov Family
Yelena (Cg) - Trusted member of the Romanov Family
Wanda (Cg/Little) - Trusted member of the Romanov Family
Stark-Potts Family - (Staten Island) Tony, Howard Starks son, was destined for political greatness, his fathers standing as Mayor on New York opened the door to corruption above the sewers for his son. In a act of, seemingly, rebellion, Tony ended up fallowing in his uncles footsteps, taking over his Mafia Family and beginning a name for himself on his own terms. Pepper’s family was always the right hand to Tony’s uncle, helping him run the business successfully, she took on that role and more when it came to Tony, him giving her a true standing, a label that properly represented what she did within the family.
Tony (Cg) - Co-Leader of the Stark-Potts Family
Pepper (Cg) - Co-Leader of the Stark-Potts Family
Happy (Cg) - Right Hand Man of the Stark-Potts Family
Bruce (Cg) - Trusted Member of the Stark-Potts Family
Vision (Cg) - Trusted Member of the Stark-Potts Family
Rumlow Family - (The Bronx) The newest, and least trusted, as well as least established, Mafia Family.
Brock Rumlow - Leader of the Rumlow Family
Y/n Rumlow (Little) - Sibling of the leader
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thatmexisaurusrex · 5 months
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Hi! For the would you rather game: 2. Quit pining or shameless flirting?
2. Quiet pining or shameless flirting?
Thank you for the would you rather, cee 😆 here's a fic. Enjoy! 🥰
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Shameless Flirting
Bucky couldn't stop staring. Staring into his eyes. Gorgeous brown eyes gazing up at Bucky as he -
Where.
Where was Bucky again?
Why was he on the hood of a car?
Were people screaming?
Bucky couldn't focus on any of that. He needed to say something, anything, to the hunk of heartbreak in front of him.
"Are you my appendix? I don’t know what you do or how you work, but I feel like I should take you out," Bucky somehow allowed himself to say, and were his words muffled?
Was Bucky wearing a muzzle? Talk about first impressions. The handsomest dreamboat ever seemed to take the flirtation well, somehow. Blinked a few times.
"Excuse me?" asked the swoony fella, a little stunned.
"If you were a vegetable, you would be a cutecumber," said Bucky.
Bucky.
Somehow said that. The words came from his mouth. But then again, the corny line seemed to be doing something as the cute cookie fidgeted.
"Thanks, I guess," said the heaven-sent fella, and was that a gap-toothed smile?
Could this man get any more beautiful?
"Oh my god Sam, he is holding your steering wheel," said - was that Stevie?
Bucky grimaced.
Of course Stevie was ruining the vibe he had going with this glad lad, this - Sam?
Wait, was Bucky holding a steering wheel? Huh. So he was.
"He was trying to crash the car," Stevie continued before he added quieter, "And I was the first one to take you out on a date."
"Stevie, you just have to face it that sometimes, people go on dates with people you've dated," said Bucky coolly as he... put the steering wheel back where it belonged and turned back to Sam, "Do you believe in love at first sight—or should I walk by again?"
Bucky reached out a - fingerless gloved hand? What was Bucky even wearing? Sam took the hand, though. Bucky tried to kiss Sam's hand before he remembered the muzzle.
"Walk by? You mean crashed into the windshield?" asked Stevie, exasperated.
Bucky waved Stevie's annoyance off. Stevie snoozed, he lost. No need to feel butthurt over this.
Bucky might have broken a little more of the window, though, as he felt a car crash into the back of the car he was currently riding the hood of.
"If you're going to keep flirting, just join us in the car already!" yelled the redhead in the back as she swiftly reorganized the car so that she was driving and Sam and Bucky were in the back, "We need to get off this freeway!"
Something was definitely going on. Bucky wasn't sure what, but he was glad he was in the back of the car with Sam.
Sam.
Smiling at Bucky as he figured out how to get the muzzle off him.
"I'm Sam Wilson," said Sam as he set the muzzle down.
"Bucky Barnes," said Bucky as he finally kissed Sam's hand like a smooth gentleman.
That was.
Before mood ruiner Stevie turned and yelled, "Holy fuck, Bucky, you're alive?!"
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send me one of these would you rather and I'll make a lil SamBucky micro fic
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dreamwritesimagines · 2 months
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Hi.😊 Would it be an accurate assessment of vibes to hc that Sam and Bucky became friends via Steve, and while they are definitely best friends, Sam is a bit less patient with his nonsense and a bit more willing to openly play along with Charm's friendly flirting. While Steve is up for a joke, but he's more coy and will play innocent and oblivious about it.?😅
Great question my love, thank you so much! ❤️
Yessss, Sam and Bucky became friends via Steve! ❤️ I feel like Steve and Bucky were childhood friends, but Sam and Bucky met either around or after college ❤️
Lolll I think Steve and Sam both know Charm's flirting is totally not serious but they also have different dynamics with Charm and Bucky separately 😂 Steve grew up with Charm and Bucky, and he was there for the whole thing; Charm's crush, Bucky breaking her heart and then falling for her after years😂 Sam only saw Bucky's crush part, that's why he plays along 😁❤️
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jemgirl86 · 5 months
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Shana! 'You never can tell' please!!
Okay, so at this point I have 1700 words of this. It’s a one shot stand alone AU of my own WIP AU fic, Weep Not for the Memories (something that I will finish one day lol). I’m a happy ending gal at the end of the day, so the premise is essentially: What if Sam and Bucky decided to get engaged during their senior year of high school and their parents got upset… but then everything basically turned out fine? lol Anyway, here’s a snippet:
Paul put down his coffee cup and eyed Sam and his boyfriend. They were being weird. Well, weirder than the average pair of teenagers who had forced their families to meet and have dinner together, and Paul was ready to know why.
Actually, Sam had been nervous and jittery all week: slipping out of a room whenever he or his mom walked in, keeping conversations short and sweet, even the one where he had insisted they invite the Barnes family over for dinner had lasted less than three minutes. And for the first few days Paul had just assumed his son was avoiding telling them about a bad grade, or a detention, or something else that would definitely have them upset, but certainly wouldn’t be the end of the world.
However, as he watched the two boys keep making eye contact and then looking away, their expressions giving off the vibe that they’d actually like to be anywhere else in the world than at the meet and greet they orchestrated, Paul could actually feel his blood pressure going up. What in the world was going on?
As if he could sense his dad was quickly running out of patience, Sam spoke up.
“Hey, Sarah.” He looked across the table at his younger sister. “Why don’t you go show Becca your room?”
“Sure, Sammy,” she said, sounding almost subdued, and motioned towards Becca. “Come on, I’ll show you my new laptop.”
And that — the ease with which his daughter complied with the request without asking why or even pulling a face at being asked to leave the room, along with the almost encouraging smiles both girls sent their respective brother — had alarm bells going off in Paul’s head.
“What’s going on, Samuel?”
The girls were barely out of earshot before the words came rushing out of Paul’s mouth.
Sam could tell his dad meant business. His father wasn’t even trying to hide the no nonsense look on his face. And even though his mom was smiling serenely and George and Winifred were both looking on with polite curiosity, the tension in the room was palpable. It was obvious that all four of them were ready to know just why their kids had called them together.
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cantsaythetword · 1 year
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TickleTober Day 2: Scary Stories (Avengers/Spiderman)
~A/N  - DAY TWOOOOOOOOO 👻👻👻 Hope y'all are feeling spoooooooooky!
This one is our first anon prompt:
#2 (scary stories), with Lee Peter and Ler avengers?
Maybe the group is telling a scary story and (Peter 1) gets nervous so the group tries to make him feel less anxious?
Super cute and I soooooo love Lee Peter especially with group tickles like it's adorable! I hope this is the kind of thing you were after!
- Enoy! ~
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"She screamed!" Tony shouted dramatically. "The poor dog lay gutted on the floor. And written on the wall in front of her, in it's dripping red blood - 'Humans Can Lick Too'."
There were gasps around the room, Bucky jokingly clinging to Steve in fear.
Thor chuckled, applauding. "Incredibly hair-raising, well done Stark!"
Tony shrugged. "More where that came from!"
Nothing was better for the October vibe than a spooky story night in the dark. Circled around the snack table, the group were huddled next to each other in the dim lamplight.
"Who's next?" Bucky grinned. "Or should I remind us of the terror of the Hook man?"
While Sam wasn't usually one to tell ghost stories in the dark, it was him who spoke up.
"I've got one." He smirked playfully, winking at the boy next to him.
What the others didn't notice during Tony's story, was Peter Parker huddled against the arm of the couch like a scared puppy. Clearly he wasn't a huge fan of the scary tales, and was definitely finding the whole experience less than enjoyable. But Sam was about to change that.
"One night, a young man was staying alone in a small cabin." Sam began, eager eyes watching him ready to be spooked. "There was nobody around for miles, just thick dark woodland."
Clint rolled his eyes. "It's always a cabin in the woods."
A soft giggle broke free from Peter's mouth, making Sam smile before he continued. "He heard a rustling outside, but considering he was in the middle of a dense forest, he thought little of it."
Already knowing exactly where he would take this, and part of him wondering how long it would take the wide-eyed teen to notice, Sam adjusted his legs underneath him to bring himself closer to Peter.
"Then it happened again. Louder. Closer."
He slowed his speech towards the end, pausing for effect.
"He got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom." Sam continued. "He checked the closet, the bathroom, the kitchen, and out the living room window before climbing back under the covers."
By this point, everyone was hooked. Hanging off each word he spoke like it was pure gold. Even Natasha's eyes were wide. Sam internally laughed, as she had initially mentioned how scary stories just don't do anything to her any more.
"He heard twigs crunching outside. Not quite footsteps, but human-like all the same."
Peter was beginning to dig his nails into his palm. If Sam didn't know what was coming he would have resolved the story then and there, changing the topic to something a little more light-hearted. But of course, he had other plans to cheer up the teen.
"Once again he got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom. He checked the closet, the bathroom, the kitchen, and out the living room window before climbing back under the covers."
Sam leaned from side to side as he listed each location, as if looking through different areas himself.
"Then," His voice became sharp, almost foreboding, "Something thudded into the foliage outside."
Sam banged his hands against the floor, making Bucky jump. The group let out a few snickers at the usually stone-faced soldier's reaction.
"The immediate eerie silence following led the man to realise this was no mere woodland animal. Someone, or something, was watching him." Sam let his eyes scan the room, staring into the eyes of his friends. "He quietly got out of bed and slowly walked out of the bedroom. He checked the closet, the bathroom, the kitchen, and out the living room window."
Sam could see Peter's knuckles growing whiter by the second as he gripped the side of the couch. Almost there kid, hold it together.
"But before he finally clambered back under the covers, he felt a chill blow over his face. A breeze." He paused, relishing in the tense atmosphere surrounding him. "Coming from the wide open window in front of him."
Gasps echoed around the room - not just from the poor teen Sam was trying to help.
"He froze, only able to swivel his eyes around the room." Sam copied the actions, hands in front of him like a peering statue. "Looking for anything that could possibly be out of place."
Even Sam's heart was beating faster now, the adrenaline of building the climax of the story was almost too much to contain.
"He looked to the doorway, the corners, under the desk, behind the bookshelf."
Sam turned his head with each word, legs changing to a half-kneeling position.
"Alas, the more he looked, the less he found."
He took a breath. Gently moving his body closer to the unsuspecting Peter.
"Relieved, he sat on the mattress, letting his eyes settle into the dark cupboard. Trying to fully convince his subconscious that it was in fact just coats inside."
Peter relaxed slightly - partially due to the fact that Tony had shuffled a little closer to the teen, and that Sam was on his other side. Subtle enough that few would notice, but the gesture seemed to put Peter almost completely at ease.
Not for long.
"The young man couldn't think for long, for a strong, wiry limb gripped his leg!" Sam cried, grabbing onto Peter's outstretched leg, "and yanked him onto the floor!"
Peter yelped as Sam pulled him onto his back, nervous breaths turning to relieved laughter as his brain caught up with the last 3 seconds of movement.
"The poor man let out a scream as the monster in front of him raised it's limbs-!" He roared, mimicking the story. "Unleashing a brutal tickle attack!"
"NO!" Peter squeaked, crashing his arms against his sides in a pitiful attempt to stop Sam.
Not that it worked.
"SAHAHAHAHAM!" The poor boy giggled helplessly, writhing in Sam's firm tickle-vice.
Tony smirked at the pair, offering his own hands to help Sam tear Peter to pieces.
With Tony at his neck and Sam wrecking his ribs, all it took was Steve and Clint taking a leg each for Peter to be royally screwed.
Within minutes the poor kid was begging his attackers to let up. Sam pinching and prodding his ribs and stomach like a tickly piano was just too intense, especially when Nat decided to dance those demonic fingernails across his bare stomach.
Finally, they released him. Peter gasped for air, face red and a bright grin still plastered across his cheeks.
"And that is the terrifying tale-" Sam grinned down at Peter,
"-of the Tickle Monster."
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isabunbun · 2 years
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"she looks just like a dream. the prettiest girl i've ever seen." (Bucky Barnes AU Oneshot)
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Sumarry: where fate happened inside a café where Y/n works and is given the stage to have a small intro to sing but stops midway as Bucky was "gossiping" with a friend and decides to call him out only to find out something that makes her blush.
Pairings: Chubby!Bucky x F!Singer!Reader
Warnings: Anxiety nothing else. All fluff and hint of comedy.
this one was inspired by a scene from the 90's tv show, 'F.R.I.E.N.D.S'. hope you guys enjoy! please tell me your thoughts after (*´ ˘ `*)
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"And back by popular demand, please give it up for my good friend, Y/F/N!" Natasha hosts the introduction as she hands you the mini stage in the café. People cheering for you as they all grew fond of your angelic singing voice.
You sit down on the chair, guitar in your arms as you smiled at the audience happily getting ready to play for them.
Everything was going well, people smiling, loving and enjoying your entire vibe. It fits just right in the café. The energy you radiate was enchantingly calming along with your voice.
All was well until you notice two men who to you, looks like they were "gossiping" which you take rudely considering someone, you, is on stage playing for the audience.
You wanted to leave them be but it also looked like they were talking about you and your anxiety just couldn't handle it.
Stopping mid song, you couldn't take it anymore as you speak up.
"Uh, excuse me?" You look at the two men straight as everyone looked at them too. Them looking at you now, flustered by everyone looking at them.
"Yeah, you two, noisy boys" You point them out as they looked lost and confused if they were the ones the attention is on.
"Is it something that you would like to share to the entire group?"
The two looked embarrassed. A blonde guy, Steve, answering your question.
"No.. No, that's- that's okay" Steve smiles awkwardly embarrassed to be called out.
"Well, come on. If it's important enough to discuss it while i'm playing then i assume it's important enough for everyone else to hear" You say back to him. You weren't mad at all, you were calmly calling them out since what they did was rude.
"That guy's going home with a note" Clint, your co-worker at the café says. Natasha, chuckling back at his remark.
Bucky was now sweating, he clears his throat out as everyone awaits for his excuse.
"I-I was just saying-"
"Could you speak up please?" you cut him off speaking from the mic more closely as his voice was barely audible to everyone, you also growing impatient with their act.
He stands up quickly, stumbling a bit as the table got hit by him standing up, as he fixes his blue sweater pulling it down that seemed to ride up his tummy, stuttering once again.
"I-i was just saying to my friend that i thought you were the most beautiful girl i've ever seen in my- in my uh, life..." Bucky explains, pointing out to Steve.
You sure were taken aback, not expecting his excuse. You now definitely felt bad for calling them out. Your expression changing from stern to your usual soft look, but more the look of feeling bad and realization.
He was right to be honest, your looks are another reason why you have fans in town. And how you looked the day he met you? No one could blame him for gossiping to Steve midst your play. You were wearing this white dress and had half your hair tied up. You were real pretty.
"And then, y-you said," Bucky explains further as he points and looks back at Steve again, "I-i said.." Steve says also backing him up.
"That y-you thought that Daryl Hannah was the-" , "The most beautiful girl that i've ever seen.." Steve completing Bucky's sentence out.
"And uh, while Daryl Hannah is beautiful in a- in a conventional way.. you are luminous and beautiful with uh, a kind o-of delicate grace.." Bucky confessed out. Some people somewhat giggling and cheering a bit.
"Yikes" Sam, another one of your co-worker, "loudly" comments. Cringing at the guy. Which made Bucky even more red and embarrassed.
Your mouth hung open a little the entire time, your soft look on your face shown the entire time as you nod at him slowly in understanding.
"T-then uh, that's where you started yelling." he adds lastly as he slowly sits back to his chair.
You try to bite a smile back at his last words, the two men hesitantly and awkwardly sitting together.
"Okay, we're gonna take a short break" you say to the mic as you giggle, and start to walk down the stage towards their table.
"I think that guy's going home with more than a note" Natasha chuckles out to Clint, both of them laughing out.
Up until today they still laugh about the memory of how your meeting went the first time, that led you now to a loving healthy relationship.
And Bucky stood by his words, only finding out that you were as beautiful inside as you are outside.
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theravenclawlover · 2 years
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Welcome to the Industry of Porn
Parings: Avengers X Female!Reader
Warnings: +18, heavy smut, the usage of the following words: c*nt, wh*re, sl*t, and others, drinking, slight angst in later chapters, fluff if you squint, and my English as usual.
Summary: AU where the Avengers are Pornstars. It’s pretty self-explanatory.
Word Count: 4,321
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Aren't You Glad To Be Alive?
A/N: Alright, the next one is out babes. Enjoy.
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Friday had come in the blink of an eye. From the moment your father had told you that you were a terrible liar,  you couldn’t remember a single thing that happened afterward. The two days before your birthday were honestly a blur of faces coming in and out of your room while you sat on it contemplating why life was being cruel to you. You knew were being fed, or maybe you weren’t hungry anymore because your stomach didn’t feel unusual unless you count the amounts you had tried to stop the bile from coming out your mouth whenever you thought about your parents finding out about your life. Those two days had been awful, and you were glad they had come and gone as fast as they did so you could separate yourself from the impending feeling of doom that seemed to grab you by the neck. Or at least that’s how it felt to you.
Cassie had been taking care of you the second you shut down in front of your friends and the crew. You had fainted after you had managed to tell them that your father was alert that something was definitely off. Pietro had grabbed you the second your knees gave out, and he had carried you all the way to your room while Cassie tried to keep Wanda, Steve, Bucky, Thor, and Sam calmed while they trailed behind Pietro. Cassie had postponed the shoot for the next day as no one was in the mood to try to get the vibe going again after seeing you collapse. It was going to be a little hard. While Cassie made sure you were okay and told Pepper to make sure Tony didn’t find out until after he was done with your parents. Once everyone had changed back to their normal clothes and tried to get things done while they waited for you to wake, Cassie came out of your room to practically turn enraged because her only thought was that Sharon had to pay for what she was doing to you. It had taken both Steve and Bucky to calm her down while Thor made her chamomile tea.
“This is on her. She’s an evil bitch. A fucking psycho!” Had been her words. No one could deny it, and even if Peggy looked remorseful, she couldn’t come up with anything to defend Sharon. The blonde woman had marked herself an enemy by those who she once had been friends with.
You hadn’t made an attempt to wake up until the next day after lunch. Cassie had to shake you awake because everyone was getting worried that you had been out for almost twenty-four hours straight without a single muscle moving. The only reassurance that you were alive was your faint breathing. You were disorientated and Cassie knew you weren’t aware of anything that was happening around you. She was sure you weren’t even going to remember the bath she had given you with the help of Natasha and Wanda. Or the times that Loki, Scott, or Tony had brought some food for you which they made sure you ate while Cassie fed you. Everyone was worried because they couldn’t understand how you had put yourself in such a state of mind. But no one was blaming you for wanting to just escape from what was happening around you. But when Friday morning rolled around, they had been praying that you were willing to get out even for a minute for you to be able to realize that there were things to be done.
That morning you woke up to see Cassie, Wanda, and Nat on her bed sleeping, while the floor was a mess of pillows and blankets where the guys had found themselves crashing while Loki took property of the sofa. You looked around without making a sound. You saw your phone on your nightstand. You tapped the screen to see that it was only seven in the morning. And it was Friday. Your birthday. You had been alive for twenty-two years.
You looked around for a safe place to walk so you could go to the bathroom as the need to pee grew a little too fast. You put your foot on the cool tile before setting your other foot down in hopes of not waking anyone as you tip-toed to the bathroom. You shut the door behind you quietly. You turned the light on and were received with the reality of how you looked when your eyes met your reflection in the mirror. You looked like you felt, like shit. Your hair was a mess, your eyes were red like you had smoked a joint that had been a little too strong, your skin looked dry, as did your lips and your face was nothing to what you had grown to see; you weren’t happy.
You sighed before you turned to shower. You rid of everything and after setting the water settle into a nice warm flow, you went in and let the water claim your tired body. You closed your eyes and stood there as you ignored every other sound that wasn’t the sound of the water splashing on the floor or the walls or the glass door. Your mind was blank, empty, quiet, but that didn’t stop you from quietly letting some salty tears escape your eyes as they mixed with the water. No sound came out of you, no movement registered from you, there was nothing but a weird moment of you just feeling like utter shit without shame.
You have no idea how long you stood there, but when the water had turned cold, you started to actually wash yourself, ignoring the slight ache on the sole of your feet and the ache on your knees and legs. The water had turned almost freezing by the time you were done. You grabbed a towel and dried yourself before putting back your clothes without the underwear you had been wearing. You quickly brushed your teeth and tried to hydrate your face and skin before stepping out of the bathroom to see that everyone was awake and waiting for you with some breakfast and balloons.
“Happy Birthday, Y/n!” They all said in unison. They didn’t shout but their voices joined to the point that it had felt like they had.
You gave them a small smile but didn’t meet anyone’s eyes as things started to settle with you. They had been taking care of you, there was no denying that as you looked around the room. You noticed things you hadn’t seen when you awoke. Like you hadn’t noticed that there were some bags from carryout that had been hidden from view. There were charges plugged in almost around the whole room with things that weren’t yours or Cassie’s. They had been here for a while making sure you were okay. It would explain why they had been sleeping on the floor, why you weren’t wearing the clothes you remember last wearing, or having your hair not feel as dirty as it should have been.
You didn’t notice when the tears started streaming down your face, but they became obvious when a sob escaped from your lips and your hands trembled a bit when you went to cover your mouth. You heard shuffling but you didn’t raise your head as you stood there trying to suppress your cries, but it was futile when you felt arms around you.
“Hey, it’s okay, peaches. You’re okay,” whispered Cassie as she rocked you. You hugged her back.
“Thank you,” you whispered to her, but it carried in the quiet room. You were thankful, really, you were. No one had ever cared for you in the ways they all did. A group of people who you would have never thought would be your friends had gone to lengths to make sure you were okay after you had shut down. It had been new to them, and new to you. But they didn’t leave you, they were there for you.
“Thank you,” you said a bit louder as you looked at the group of friends that still stood looking at you. They gave you bright smiles as they understood this wasn’t because they had remembered your birthday.
“No problem, sweetheart. We’re here for you no matter what,” said Wanda as she gave you her usual smile that never failed to make you smile. Which you did, and this time they all smiled even brighter.
"Well, would you look at that,” said Scott as he grabbed a muffin with a candle from the tray of food that was on your bed. He walked over to you as he turned it on, “we missed that smile. Now, how about you blow out the candle and make a wish? But no pressure, it’s not like we’re starving or anything.”
You chuckled as you let go of Cassie who hadn’t let go of you until you had wanted it. You grabbed the muffin before looking at every face that was there with you. You closed your eyes and with one big inhale, you thought of your wish, and at the exhale the little lit candle went out in hopes of granting your wish.
The morning was peaceful, to say the least, no one had brought up the past couple of days, nor had you asked about them. The only conversations that carried on were about how the evening was to play out. After all, dinner with your parents was still a thing. Your parents had called around midday to wish you a happy birthday and your sister followed after exclaiming how annoyed she was that she couldn’t be there. You, on the other hand, were glad that she was at home as far away from all this drama. You didn’t think you could have lied for too long to your sister, you both grew up telling each other everything, especially after you realized that your little sister was your only friend back home. Before you went off to college you and she were best friends, now, you missed those simpler days.
When the time to get ready rolled around, you did not want to leave the comfort of your clothes before having to wear a dress that you had bought for a special occasion. And Natasha had decided that your birthday dinner dimmed properly of it. The girls had opted to get ready in your room. And so, now, instead of looking like a normal room, it looked like the backstage of a strip club with the number of clothes everywhere, the vanity littered with makeup and the lights, and the music.
“Come on, Y/n. You need to get ready, so come on. Sit here while we take care of everything. Your job for tonight is to smile, eat, laugh, and open presents. Easy as that.” Cassie dragged you to the chair. You sat on it and let them do whatever they needed.
“Make sure she looks perfect. She needs to shine today. I mean, it’s her birthday, the attention is on her tonight,” said Peggy as she tried on her tenth dress. She looked at it before turning to look for another dress. Wanda kept trying to look for something that matched the new shoes she had bought.
“She will. Use glitter, she looks cute with glitter,” said Wanda as she grabbed a black skirt that seemed to make her happy.
“Yes, glitter. Just don’t make her look like a disco ball,” said Natasha as she handed Gamora some shoes that matched the elegant yet slutty jumpsuit she wore.
“I think she’d make a cute disco ball,” she said with a grin as she turned to you. You rolled your eyes before turning to Cassie who had started to organize what she needed.
“Don’t make me look like a disco ball.” She laughed before she turned your head toward the mirror and began.
By eight o’clock, everyone was ready. Wanda had opted to wear the black plaided skirt which looked great with the high black boots she had bought, a plain black crop top, a jean jacket, and star jewelry as her head was up in a tall ponytail. Natasha had chosen a tight deep red dress that showed her middle as the top crossed which lifted her breast beautifully as her wavy medium-length red hair was free. Gamora wore her jumpsuit of deep green with her black hair slid back which made her purple streaks vibrant. Peggy wore a blue dress that looked between formal and sexy as the sleeves were see-through which gave it that less formal look. Cassie had chosen a pink velvety bodycon dress that match her soft makeup. While you had been dressed in a silky backless lilac dress that in the light seemed to shine just like the glitter on your eyelids did. You looked like you were about to go out to a disco, but in reality, you were going to one of the best restaurants in L.A. if not the most expensive one. Tony had offered to pay, but your parents had insisted on paying at least half of the night. Your parents could afford it, not like they liked to brag about how they had enough money to get reserve a table of almost thirty people for a Friday night. They didn’t like to spend, but when they did, they had the privilege of not thinking much about how much they were spending. That was one of the things that annoyed you when you came to college. They could have made your life a little easier by just giving you money at every call you need it, but you had been raised to make your own money and never depend on someone. It had helped, but you could still sulk about stupid things like that. Not that you did often. Or ever really. Besides, that money mostly went to house expenses and was saved up for trips or emergencies. Or like your mother like to joke about, in case of their death. She always made a joke out of it, which was weird. But you were used to her dark humor.
When all of you had gone down to meet the rest of the group, you were surprised to see that every single guy looked sharp and practically dripped sex appeal.
“Well, all of you look radiant,” said Loki as he scanned all of you with his sharp eyes. You blushed as all the guys had been doing just that to all of you.
“We should get going, the limousine is here and waiting.” Steve prompted everyone to get in, and soon all of you were chatting and laughing as dinner awaited. Your parents were with Tony and Pepper in the restaurant, which you were glad about because they had been the ones to keep your parents busy this whole time. Making sure everything went well.
When you arrived, you were surprised to see that while the other restaurants were almost full, the one you were going in, was mostly empty with only your parents, Tony, Pepper, Jarvis, and the restaurant staff. But that thought went away as soon as everyone started to fill in the restaurant.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart! Oh, I can’t believe my baby is so big. I can still remember the day you were brought home from the hospital. You were nothing but a small thing that wouldn’t stop fussing about until you were in someone’s arms,” said your mother as she gave you a tight hug. She sounded like she was on the verge of crying, and you did your best to make sure that didn’t happen.
“Oh mom, please, no tears. Come on, let’s get settled.”
To your surprise, the night had begun with a great note. You had been surprised to see that the section where all of you were going to sit had been reserved and that it had been set up beautifully. A table was filled with presents, another was filled with sushi, another with assortments of appetizers, and the bar had an open tab—thanks to Tony—which everyone took advantage of. Music was softly playing in the background, but it was drowned by the live chatter. You couldn’t even understand how depressing days that had come before this were practically forgotten and erased as you smiled like never before, as you felt good, as you felt loved, and as you felt like things were going to be fine. No one had even ordered food until your parents had suggested for everyone to order before it got too late. You felt bad for the waiters as they jotted down the never-ending flow of orders. There were three servers, and a total of six people serving food and taking plates away. But you knew they weren’t going home without a good tip. You were going to make sure of that, after all, you still remember the horror stories some of your old college friends told you when they worked as servers.
The food was amazing, you had only been at the place once before and it had been with Loki and Cassie during one of your impromptu lunch outings, but for some reason, the food tasted before tonight. When the chatter had been reanimated again with stories about you and old embarrassing childhood stories, you were surprised with the staff bringing out a beautiful cake as they sang to you. Everyone joined in, their phones out as they recorded or took pictures of your special day. You tried not to cry as you felt overwhelmed at the love they were showing you. You honestly felt lucky as you blew candles for a second time that day.
“Come on, honey, it’s time to open your presents!” said your mother as she brought you a random gift from the table. You grabbed it with childlike joy and quickly unwrapped it. You received a couple of chuckles as you couldn’t help your energy send waves of joy to everyone around you. The present was from Tony and Pepper. You opened it to see a beautiful box from Bulgari. You looked inside to find the most beautiful earnings you have ever seen.
“Oh, my lord. Tony, Pepper, these are beautiful!” you said as you stood up from your chair to give them each a hug. They received it with smiles and Tony played it off as if it had been nothing when you knew he was spending a ridiculous amount of money on you when had been nothing but a pain in the ass with your parents' unexpected visit.
Soon, you were opening another gift, and another, and another, and it felt never-ending as you kept being showered with presents that you didn’t know how to take. You weren’t one to receive love this way, and it honestly was too much for you when you were feeling so delicate. You couldn’t stop saying ‘thank you’ or ‘you guys, this is too much’ at every moment. But no one cared as they did nothing but enjoy the smile on your lips and the bright spark in your eyes they had thought had gone out.
Almost two hours later, you had finally taken pictures here and there while you finished opening your presents. You had sat down after giving Pietro and Wanda a big hug after receiving two of the latest lightsaber hilts that you had wanted to buy to add to your collection. You thought it over with the presents until one of the servers came over with an envelope.
“Ma’am, this was left for you. It was instructed to be your last present of the night,” the man said as he signaled some of the other staff members to come in. They brought a computer set up to a Tv.
“Mom, Dad, tell me you didn’t do a sappy slide show for this. Because, I will cry,” you said after thanking the man and turning to your parents. They turned to look at you with questioning looks.
“No, sweetie. Your father didn’t want to embarrass you, so we didn’t do any of that,” said your mother. You looked back at your friends, and you noticed that they had the same confused look. You looked at the staff finishing up. The Tv and computer displayed a collage of photos. All of them were pictures of you and your friends with smiles and no care from the world. But you quickly noticed that all those pictures were on your blog.
A sinking feeling overcame you and your hands began to tremble as your parents couldn’t help but comment and laugh along with funny pictures. You looked back at your friends, but they didn’t seem to share the same dread that you did. You glanced down at the envelope that had been given to you. Your trembling fingers opened it to reveal a birthday card.
‘Happy Birthday, sunshine! Today is your day, and just like you, it will be nothing but light!’
It was cheesy enough, but the handwritten note at the bottom made you sick to the stomach.
‘Have a grand night, sunshine. You deserve it. And you deserve nothing but a grand debut on your day. Hate, S.’
The sushi you had eaten earlier threaten to come back up as you finished reading the note. You looked up just in time to see yourself on Tv talking to the camera.
“Hi! Welcome to my vlog! I hope you can find here a little special behind the scenes about my life here at Stark Industries. You will be seeing some crazy stuff that me and my friends do on a daily! Enjoy!”
You felt eyes on you as you couldn’t take your eyes off the screen. At least now your friends knew why you were too quiet.
The next video was you and Cassie just talking about your living quarters, but it quickly turned into videos of every time you and your friends did something stupid. But something told you that Sharon was not just going to show your parents the cute stuff you had on your vlog, and your fears had been confirmed when the next video was you in one of your first sets.
“So, here we are in the studio ready to shoot,” the version of you on Tv turned the camera to show Bucky entering coming from behind the bunch of cameras that were pointed at you. He walked to you and smiled at your camera, “say hello to my viewers Mister.”
“Hello, viewers.” He smiled brightly before taking the camera from you and turning to show you wearing your spy costume which was a little too tight. “Well, would you look at that, you look gorgeous. The camera loves you. Y’all better watch the video once it comes out. Nothing but good stuff.”
“Don’t spoil it for them. Come on give me the camera back,” you had laughed as you took the camera away from him and turned it back to you. “Well, I better get going. We’re about to start, but don’t worry, I’ll show you the aftermath.”
You felt the color of your face leave you when the next thing popped up. You and Bucky were in the room where you had showered. Both of you are in your white robes.
“Are you recording?” asked Bucky as he dried his hair with a spare towel. You responded with a nod of the camera which he laughed at. “Doll, we just finished fucking each other’s brains out in front of like four cameras, and now here we are. More cameras. Don’t tell me you want an exclusive for your fans.”
There was no way in hell you didn’t look green as you felt bile raise up to your throat. There was no way in hell you were taking your eyes off the screen as the next clip came which made matters worse because it was a video of Cassie whispering to the camera while in the background moans and the sound of skin slapping were heard in the background. You barely registered the words she had whispered to the camera as she laughed to herself.
You felt the eyes on you. You felt their gaze on you. You could feel the shock and disappointed rolling off of them like waves and they crashed on you like you were the rock that disrupted the peace of the sea.
There was nothing in life that could have prepared you for this moment. Nothing could have told you that the night wasn’t going to end up with happy smiles and glorious success.
You didn’t notice the shouts to turn the Tv off as Cassie stood up to ask the staff about how they came in possession of the envelope and the setup. You didn’t notice how Tony and Pepper tried to keep your parents at bay as your father insisted on an explanation about what was happening. You didn’t notice the moment Bucky and Steve had asked Peggy about the last time she heard from Sharon. You didn’t notice the second Peggy had told them that she hadn’t heard from her. You didn’t notice when Thor, Loki, Scott, and Pietro tried to give you water or when they took the envelope from you, or when they noticed that you were pale. And you definitely didn’t notice the second you had lost feeling of your body as you fainted. You missed when Loki and Pietro had stopped you from hitting the floor, how your mother shouted for someone to call an ambulance as you had gone pale because she had turned to talk to you.
But they all had surely missed how Sharon—from across the street, at another restaurant—watched with a smirk, a glass of red wine in her hand, how a perfect night had gone to hell.
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🍁 Fall Vibes 🍁
Are you having hot chocolate with Bucky?
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Or making a door wreath with Steve?
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Let's just preface this by saying, it's me, I cannot answer things simply, so enjoy and thank you for popping into my asks @navybrat817 I have so much love and appreciation for you!
Ooh, I always say that spring is my favourite time of year, the thunderstorms, the smell of rain, the trees and flowers blooming and bringing colour back after a looong winter. But honestly, nothing can beat the colours of fall, the crisp smell in the air, and the leaves falling and crunching beneath our feet. Do not even get me started on the non-holiday holiday which is my favourite of all holidays. Or all the fun little traditions that are much better in the fall, including hot chocolate. Maybe you enjoy the flavoured variety with a pinch of pumpkin spice. But even getting a little crafty and decorating for the season. It gets me so hyped!
Just imagine…
One fall day, you are sitting and admiring the changes of the season out the window when you should be listening to the ramblings of Stark. However, you are definitely not the only one distracted.
Sitting across from you, a pair of supersoldiers are busy appreciating you rather than the season. Naturally, their literal wingman, Sam, seems to be the only one to notice. He has also caught you staring once or twice at the supersoldiers. The problem is, he could never figure out which one had caught your eye. I mean, since day one of introductions to the team, those two walked in together, and you had actual heart eyes. Since then, he has kept a close eye on this evolving, yet stagnant, possible love triangle.
You were always so kind and caring, cautious even, in your approach with Bucky; not because you were afraid of him, but simply because you wanted to ensure he was alright with everything. Especially since a large chunk of his life, he had no choices. Though, you were equally as polite and sweet when it came to Steve. Was he reading too much into everything? Come to think of it. I guess you were the same with everyone, however, with one vast difference. You had never been lost in thought, committing every detail of any of your other teammates to memory.
Sam has a sudden idea. Discreetly opening up a group chat with the supersoldiers, he calls them out on their attraction to you. The men turn to each other in shock. Seriously?! Sam shakes his head and tells them both to make their move. "Also how could neither of you tell you both are in love with the same woman?" He asks in chat. Both men begin typing, frantically denying their attraction, admitting how they think you would never feel the same, and lastly, sharing how they would not ruin their friendship over a crush. "Chickens!" Sam scoffs under his breath, barely a whisper, knowing full well they can still hear him, clear as day.
The supersoldiers look at each other, communicating in their weird best friend, silence. They both turn to Sam with a look of readiness. Sam shares his idea, both men will type out their date requests, and at the same time, they'll send the texts.
Steve and Bucky stare at their phones for what seems like ages, causing Sam to let out a loud groan. The room goes silent as all eyes turn to Sam, "Can we hurry this along?" Though his attention was on Tony, his words were for the soldiers. You hold back a laugh with a tight smirk. Tony dramatically rolls his eyes and continues his Charlie Brown teacher ramblings. Sam glances over to find both men, finally busy drafting their requests.
Steve and Bucky finish typing and look at each other, thumbs hovering over the send buttons, and then simultaneously, they hit send.
Of course, today of all days is when you forgot to put your phone on silent and now all eyes are on you. You give everyone a shy apology and quickly turn your phone to silent. "Anything you would like to share with the class?" Tony asks.
"Yeah, as a matter of fact. This meeting is pointless. And boring. And..." You smile innocently. "I'll stop." Tony seems to finally be wrapping up today's meeting as you check the messages. Your eyes shoot up to the two men across from you. Steve smiles back, a soft, friendly smile. While Bucky looks like a deer caught in the headlights, is he even breathing? You feel a third set of eyes on you, and sure enough, you find Sam beaming with amusement.
These are definitely not friendly invitations, they've both invited you out to spend the day with them. Steve and the wine and craft night he overheard you telling Nat and Wanda about. And Bucky with a romantic stroll through a pumpkin patch drinking hot chocolate, the same event you both saw a flyer advertising pumpkin carving and hay rides. both events were held on the same night. Could you say yes to one without hurting the other? You definitely couldn't let this chance slip by, you've been crushing hard since the moment you locked eyes... You nervously type out your response to both men. Thank God, Tony has finally stopped talking, you one, could not make eye contact with either in fear of seeing the disappointment and two, had a date to get ready for.
Sam leans over, "So?" Steve pats Bucky on the shoulder and excuses himself. Bucky sits there staring at his phone, an unreadable expression on his face. "Come on, man."
"I gotta go." Bucky swallows the lump in his throat and makes a quick exit.
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Sam is in the kitchen when he spots movement by the front door. He sneaks over and peers around the corner to find Bucky holding a bouquet of sunflowers, white camellias, and orange Cosmos & chrysanthemums. "Lose the gloves, Buck," he whispers. The nervous super-soldier gives Sam an appreciative nod and discards the gloves as you descend the stairs. His jaw drops slightly, and he hands you the flowers.
You bite your bottom lip, trying not to smile too big. You already can't help the butterflies. "Took you long enough to ask me out." You accept the flowers and lead the way out the door.
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For whumptober I’d love to read no 9 “a very noisy night” maybe some multiverse shenanigans in a cave or house that is definitely fucking haunted and everybody has to watch out for each other…getting together/admitting feelings/caving to lust vibes…
Who’s everybody? Sambucky? Sambuckysteve? Sambucky and Joaquín and maybe Nico wasn’t supposed to be there but he is and things finally start to kindle with Joaquín? So many options…
Jules! I love this prompt (and I'd love to see your take on it! 👀) Nico thanks you for trying to move his love life along but he is unfortunately trapped by the narrative and usually his office.
I went possibly a little darker than you might've wanted. TW for body horror, blood, and gore by way of haunted house hallucinations. Samstevebucky with sambucky getting together.
AO3 // Rated M for violence // 12.4k words
Snippet: Haunted
Bucky used the bursts of lightning outside the dusty windows to guide himself back to the grand sitting room he’d left half an hour earlier. “There’s no way out,” he said. “This house is definitely haunted or bewitched or cursed or something. Congrats, Wilson. You walked us right into a trap.”
Sam’s hands stilled against Steve’s leg, where bloodied bandages were half changed. If there was exactly one thing that could drive his focus away from the wound in front of him, it was Bucky trying to start a fight. “You know what, Barnes? It was either come into the freaky house or drown outside while God knows what crawled into all the open bullet holes in your arm.”
Bucky looked down at his own bandages. There were only two holes in his arm and he’d stopped being able to feel them before they’d even seen the house, so he wasn’t particularly concerned with them. Not as much as he was the fact that all the doors and windows in this house kept moving or locking from the other side.
Steve, sprawled across a beautiful couch and half delirious with blood loss and a fever that had broken through his serum, mumbled an objection to the fight brewing in front of him. Something to the effect of ‘behave’ and probably ‘water.’ If there was one thing that could drive Bucky’s focus away from fighting with Sam, it was Steve being hurt.
“I’ll find some damp towels to cool him off,” he said and began his circuit of the house again. The house had multiple stories. Bucky had gotten freaked out after climbing one flight of stairs, so he hadn’t explored the other two (three?) but he assumed they were all the same. Maybe a bedroom became a sitting room, maybe there was an extra Jack-And-Jill, maybe none of it mattered at all because nothing in this awful place was permanent.
If it hadn’t been for the serum and all the work he’d put towards trusting his mind again, Bucky would’ve been content to believe he had misremembered the layout or stepped down a hallway he hadn’t noticed. At first, anyway. But every single room he walked into was different than what he’d seen walking down the wing in the first place. By the time he’d toured the whole house, he hadn’t felt confident in reporting anything back with any kind of finality other than that they were fucked until the front door opened for them.
But he could at least search for towels. There were bathrooms in this place.
For as creepy and haunted as the place was, the rooms were still lovely. Things were covered in dust and most of the lights didn’t work–flickering on when they wanted and snuffing out like a candle a moment later–but the furniture was soft and beautiful, there was a distinct lack of awful creaking in the floorboards, and there seemed to be no peeling or staining or warping of any part of the house. There were no holes for bugs and rats to pour out of. There were no claw marks from demonic forces being ripped into or from the world. There was no mold creeping forward along the walls, no shadowy reaching fingers peeling back the wallpaper. It was just a house that was doing its damndest to keep them inside.
Bucky still wasn’t sure what they’d been fighting. An ambush for sure. Hunting down rogue HYDRA labs was destined to blow up in their faces one of these days. But he had expected more of an explosion and less of a wounded romp through the woods and the rain to a haunted house. He certainly hadn’t expected the magic. Everything about the misadventure had been magic. The sudden storm. The monsters in the water. The house. Everything but the bullets, it seemed.
Bucky knew more about HYDRA and the occult from the 40s than he did from his time as the Winter Soldier. If the occult had remained a priority for fascists, they kept it far from their human weapon. He knew Schimdt had been fucking around with the occult, had called the Cube occult. There’d been rumors of a whole fleet of magic soldiers, scientists who were more like magicians. Supposedly they had raised the devil in Scotland.
Other than Schimdt ripping his face off, Bucky hadn’t seen any of it in action. The Cube had been explained to him through Space-Magic means (which was apparently different than the occult), but he hadn’t seen much of that either anyway. Strange and Maximoff were not occult. Aliens were aliens. Science was science. The word, and all the fear it brought with it, had been edged out in his mind by more pressing threats.
But now they were trapped in a haunted house and who knew how many HYDRA magicians were outside conjuring weird lamprey-like creatures to eat them when they finally got a door unlocked. Bucky was kind of hedging his bets on the haunted house, actually.
And he was hedging his bets on Steve. He had to find some towels to get Steve through his fever. This was very old hat for him. Still, he hadn’t shaken the terror that had clawed at his chest when Sam had said Steve was running hot and getting hotter. “He’s not going to die, is he?” Bucky had asked, sounding for all the world like he was fourteen again, listening to a priest offer Mrs. Rogers condolences after another bout of last rites. He’d been just as frozen to the spot, staring at his best friend and begging for just a little more time.
It had only been Sam’s steady gaze, voice, and touch that had reeled him back in. “No, he’ll be fine,” Sam had assured, like anything else was so far out of the question it was laughable. “But we don’t have time to wait for it to break on its own.”
If Bucky was being honest, he was hedging his bets on Sam too. Sam, who was confident and smart and sure under pressure. If anyone could think them out of this situation while Steve’s body tried to cook his brain again, Sam could do it. His wings were grounded, but that didn’t make Bucky any less sure of him. The wings had never been what made Sam special. They just gave him something extra to work with.
Ugh, God, this house was fucking with Bucky’s head.
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The Falcon and The Winter Soldier
A joint review
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Well here we go now, a show that we have both enjoyed in very different ways. One of us gained what we would term a normal level of enjoyment (although also some other strong feelings about the general MCU canon - ‘it’s bullshit’ mutters Becks), whilst the other has gone completely feral and thought of little else since watching the show the first time. So lots to get through, we’ll try to keep it in our pants. By which I mean brief.
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Becks: The first time I watched this episode I was sort of disappointed. This time, I was more... upset.
Cass: *snorts* So yet to crack a positive emotion.
Becks: Obviously I cheered up when I saw Emmy-nominated actor Don Cheadle. Who’s spirits wouldn’t be lifted by such a short, yet fine, performance?
*Both of us look to camera meaningfully*
Becks: I think the thing is, and where I think we differ, is I find it difficult to understand why Sam gave up the shield. I agree with Bucky that he should have kept it. I do understand the reasons he didn’t keep it, and obviously a lot of that is to do with being a black man in America which is something that I’m not, so I can empathise but I also can’t fully grasp that struggle. But in my head Steve Rogers told him to do something and also Bucky did, and I think you should just do what they tell you!
Cass: *girly voice* Yes, Sergeant Barnes
Becks: And also him not taking it has led to John Walker. I think he should apologise for that. Because clearly Sam is a good man, and that’s all that Captain America needs to be.
Cass: Okay. So I have a different take, because although I am also neither black nor American I think I follow how Sam’s experience of being both those things would lead him to believe that taking the mantle isn’t the right thing for him to do. And let’s face it, I’m also far less inclined to do what Steve Rogers says blindly. I could get behind your Bucky argument more, if Bucky wasn’t such a hot mess at this stage who can barely tell himself what to do, let alone anyone else.
Also, Sam hasn’t had any opportunity to ease himself into the idea. It’s like being given a job that you didn’t apply for, by someone who has fucked off without leaving any guidance on how to do it. And likely he’s going to be expected to lead a team, and the world is going to scrutinise him whilst he does it, which means every inevitable mistake will be blown out of proportion, and then he’ll have to deal with that. I would hate that. So I get his doubt and even his refusal.
We then agree on something, which is that the skydiving sequence looks very nice.
Becks: It gave me Star Wars vibes. It reminds me of when Din takes out his new ship in Boba Fett, so that was nice for me.
Cass: I also like it, because Sam is so badass and it looks very cool.
Becks: Also, I think you’d shit yourself if you were flying along and a man’s face popped up at the window.
Cass: I definitely would, because it’s a fear of mine to see a face appear at any window. Also it’s a good argument as to why you shouldn’t use firearms on a plane.
Becks: Imagine if you got rescued by Sam? I reckon you’d cry. *pause whilst she imagines it, cackles* YOU WOULD!
Cass: I’d hold on tight and be sure he knew how grateful I was when we landed. Whether I’m crying at the time is immaterial.
Becks: TORRES! I like him, he’s a cutey, and I reckon he’ll be the new Falcon.
Cass: He gives me strong puppy vibes. Very enthusiastic. I like him!
Becks: I didn’t like him going off on his own and getting beaten up though.
Cass: Did you like when he sent Sam a little sad selfie of his bashed up face? All these young additions will get the Avengers what’s app group up and running I reckon.
Becks: Bucky just in there like ‘stop messaging me’.
Cass: Bucky definitely sending bad memes that everyone else saw years ago. Speaking of Bucky... anything to add?
Becks: Well I think I’ve written I’d wank him off at some point during my notes so...
Cass: So you’re saying this review is now rated NC17, yeah? Good to know. Proceed.
Becks: I think the problem is that I consider Steve and Bucky to be besties, and the way that the MCU finished that storyline means that I haven’t had any closure, and it makes me very sad and I think it’s why I don’t enjoy the show as much as you and I don’t know where I’m going with this but I just think WHAT IF YOU LEFT ME AND GOT ANOTHER BEST FRIEND? WHAT WOULD I DO?!
Cass: Right. Lots to unpack.
Becks: THAT’S WHAT SAM WOULD TRY AND DO AND I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!
Cass: Ahh, now we’re getting somewhere! Lie back down. Tell me about your mother.
Anyway. Anything you want to say about Bucky in terms of his narrative arc in this show and particularly this episode?
Becks: It’s strange to hear him talk so much. Short hair looks nice. And also it’s sad. He’s torturing himself, and I think he’s very angry at everyone, but mainly at himself for things beyond his control. And he’s a man out of time now isn’t he? Which must be very difficult.
Cass: Yes, I think it’s very sad to see quite how isolated he is. And although he has made a friendship with Yuri, it’s sad because it’s also under false pretences so part of him must feel like it’s not real.
Becks: And he’s ignoring Sam, who’s clearly trying to reach out BECAUSE HE’S SUCH A GOOD PERSON *seethes*
Cass: Jesus. Who hurt you? I’d love to know. Anyway, it’s nice that he’s got some lines in this, because I don’t think it was clear in his previous outings quite how incredibly sassy the man is.
Becks: I love his sass! It really does things for me.
Cass: I like his little fake smiles. And also that therapist deserves to be sassed, I reckon. I’ve never been to therapy, but I’m not sure she’s totally up to code. Anyway. The we go to Louisiana, which may I say looks so pretty.
Becks: I like Sarah. She’s a strong female character so that’s nice. The only issue with this show for me is that there are female characters, but none of them talk to each other. I can’t tell if she’s older or younger than Sam?
Cass: I guess it’s a mess anyway because of the blip. I think it’s lovely to see that Sam has some family though. As a character he was always sort of isolated before, so it’s nice to get a real sense of family and community around him. The time in Delacroix always feels very soft and warm.
Becks: Yeah, you can see how he is such a good person, because he’s clearly had a good family and values and support growing up.
Cass: The bit at the bank makes me rage though. Although I do enjoy how Sarah just absolutely cannot when Sam does the wings.
Becks: Cos to her he’s not The Falcon is he? He’s just her brother, and I think it’s very well done.
At this point, we realised we had spent an hour on the first episode alone, and decided to move things along.
Cass: Oh Shit hang on we haven’t even mentioned John Walker!
Becks: I have! I hate him. I hate the whole Russell family in the MCU. I think the shock factor of the introduction is very good though. I wasn’t expecting it, and it was awful.
Cass: I felt such absolute rage. And just seeing the disbelief but also the resignation in Sam’s eyes. Like ‘of course this, I was stupid to think this wouldn’t happen’ on his face is so clear even without words.
Becks: And it just got more awful. Awfuler? More awful? It was shit! And having to watch Bucky’s little face? Despicable.
The Star Spangled Man
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Cass: Although I enjoy the first episode, I think this one is where the show really comes into it’s own, because I think we can both agree that it’s really good when Sam and Bucky are actually on screen together.
Becks: It’s my favourite episode. I like Bucky hijacking Sam who is just trying to do his job. I like the Androids, Aliens and Wizards bit. I like how disgusted Bucky is by that, and how Sam is so confused by how he knows Gandalf.
Cass: They do have an absolute nerd argument don’t they? God love them. Bucky ‘I read it when it first came out’ Barnes.
Becks: I like how grumpy he is with Redwing. I like it when he jumps out of the plane. I like the staring. I like how Sam is winding Bucky up like ‘that little girl beat your ass’ and then Bucky growls at him. It does things to me.
Cass: You know what does things to me? When Sam rescues him and they go rolling through that flower meadow. The first time I watched this episode, you had already seen it and you text me to say was I Team Sam or Team Bucky and they were rolling through the flowers at the time and so I thought it would be a funny joke to say ‘maybe I’m Team Sam/Bucky’ but by the end of the episode I was like ‘oh shit’ and no-one was laughing anymore.
Becks: I think I knew it wasn’t going to be a joke.
Cass: Yeah. Locked in OTP. I try to keep a lid on it...
Becks: You didn’t try that hard! Anyway. I like the walking down the path and how they get made to get in the car like Elle Woods. And then I like how disgusted he is at Battlestar.
Cass: STOP THE CAR! Yeah he’s right and he should say it. Also, fair play to give Walker a chance but everything out of his mouth is more disgusting than the last, so I’m glad they just agree he’s a dick and antagonise him for the rest of the show.
Becks: It also cements my hatred for Walker. He’s talking to them like he thinks he is Steve, rather than his replacement. And I hate that.
Cass: Yeah he just has no compassion or self awareness it feels like. He seems to have a very high opinion of himself, so far unfounded from what I can tell. The other thing we get in this episode is more of an introduction to the Flag Smashers. I think this is where we find out they’re all Super Soldiers. Which, scientists of the MCU, stop trying to recreate that serum! It never goes well!
Becks: You can really understand where they are coming from.
Cass: Maybe not the way that they are going about it, but the reason behind it is relatable.
Becks: And I think whereas we know we’re definitely against John Walker, with Karli it feels different. Because it’s like, you’re not wrong. Which is an interesting way to do things.
Cass: Yeah I think off the back of that that it’s a good way of setting Sam up as a character with a lot of compassion. Like he says, he doesn’t disagree with Karli’s fight, just the way she’s fighting it. He sees how young she is, and refuses to call her a criminal.
Becks: And I think throughout the series, although she believes in her cause you can see her moments of doubt where things have gone too far. I think that’s a nice relatable thing to have.
Cass: And then of course, speaking of Super Soliders, we have the Isiah Bradley storyline. Which for me and for Sam I think, really just hammers home some of his doubts about taking the Shield and why he might not be the right person for it.
Becks: Yeah he was fucked over wasn’t he, in a really horrible way, and he’s understandably very angry. And I think it effects Sam very negatively at first, and puts even more doubts in his mind.
Cass: And then the cops turn up, and are racist. So another excellent days work for them. Sam’s levels of patience through his anger and frustration are incredible and it makes me sad that they are necessary.
Becks: Oh I forgot about the staring bit! Where they sit very close to each other and stare into each others eyes. We’ve never done that.
Cass: Do you want to? I don’t know if we should? If my reaction to this is anything to go by, it might unleash something in me...
Becks: It’s just really good. The whole episode has so much good stuff in it, it makes me want to say it’s the best thing ever made. I won’t, but it makes me want to.
Power Broker
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Cass: I think it’s amazing how many characters are in this show that you do like. Not necessarily that they are good people. But they’re interesting and you enjoy watching them. Which brings us to Zemo.
Becks: I’d like to start with the hypothetical conversation. Which is just brilliant.
Cass: It is brilliant! I love how the instant Bucky mentions hypotheticals, Sam is like ‘what did you do?’ I like how Bucky keeps trying to look innocent and it makes him look more guilty. 
Becks: And then the prison break. Because I love a prison break, and it is undoubtedly a very good one. He’s another person who’s motivation you can understand. Also, he does his villainy so well. It’s a lot of fun.
Cass: Yeah, he definitely dances on the line of it. Cos you get his reasons and you sort of feel for him, but also he’s a lunatic and can’t really be allowed to run around destroying people, super soldiers or not. It’s not nice watching him try to wind Bucky up - like Bucky is a means to an end for him as much as the other way around.
Becks: But he does create a nice unified focus for the boys. So that’s good.
Cass: I think as well that it’s a good way of Sam being able to show some trust in Bucky. Which I actually think is important for Bucky at this stage. Like, Sam could have totally flipped. But he listens to Bucky’s reasons and then he’s like ‘alright, since you broke him out let’s try it your way.’
Becks: I fucking love Madripoor. I think we’d have a lovely time in Madripoor.
Cass: What would we do?
Becks: PARRRRRRRTAAAAAAAY! I don’t want to go to an art gallery though.
Cass: What about an illegal art gallery?
Becks: I suppose. But only if I can judge it.
Cass: What’s the criteria?
Becks: Does it look like what it’s meant to look like? No? THEN BURN IT!
I didn’t like it when Zemo made Bucky pretend to be The Winter Soldier. Because that would have been awful for him.
Cass: No it was really sad. Although he was better at acting than Sam, who was a disaster.
Becks: Yeah Sam was terrible undercover, I remember us discussing that at the time.
Cass: He downed that snake shot though which I don’t think I could have done.
Becks: Werp! Why are they serving those shots? No one wants that in bars. What were the nice ones with cream that we used to have? Blow jobs! He should have just ordered a blow job.
Cass: Sorry, did you just say Sam Wilson should go into a bar and get a blow job?
Becks: (wheezes)
Cass: ‘Oh Sam Wilson and The Winter Soldier should go into a bar and get blow jobs.’
Becks: (still wheezing) That’s not what I meant, you’re twisting it!
Cass: What’s that? You said Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes should just give each other blow jobs?
Becks: I think that’s what you said!
Cass: That is what I said. Why haven’t they?! I suppose because they’re professionals and keeping their mind on the job. Speaking of which, however bad at acting he may be, Sam is a fucking PROFESSIONAL and I don’t believe that he would leave his phone on.
Becks: Yeah I think we both thought that was bad. Like yes they need to move the plot along, but do it better.
Cass: As an aside, we’ve all seen how bad Bucky is at lying so I don’t reckon he’d be any better undercover than Sam if he was playing anyone other than The Winter Solider. So I’d just like to see a show where they have to go undercover, and they’re both fucking terrible.
Becks: Like 21 Jump Street?
Cass: Exactly!
Becks: And Zemo is no help, he just wants chaos. Moving on to Sharon, it’s good to see the consequences of their earlier actions. Sharon did get fucked over, and now they’re going to suffer. It’s good to see a woman entering her villain era. Also, as a fan of the hoody I enjoy her fashion choices.
Cass: Yeah I like Sharon more in this. She feels like more of a character, and again she’s been through some shit so it’s understandable how she has arrived here. Actually, is there anyone in this show that the US Government hasn’t screwed over? Something to think about.
Becks: We need to mention the serum, because we need to mention Bucky pressing his gun up against that mans face, and how it made us feel.
Cass: And how did it make us feel?
Becks: *wheezes* Not as financially troubled as when he does it in The 355, but it was borderline. Anyway you all know our feelings on science. Stop doing it! Also, I didn’t like it when he suggested improvements to the serum as if Bucky and Steve aren’t perfect.
Cass: You have so much rage, don’t you? I like that Zemo made a special pit stop to pick up a murder mask and a sports car whilst Sam and Bucky were squabbling in a gun fight again. And I’m sure you vibe with Bucky’s long game car seat pettiness, Becks.
We’d like to end our commentary on this episode with a general statement about how much we hate Walker. It’s nothing really specific, we just hate everything about him, and we think you should too.
The Whole World Is Watching
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After a short and necessary break, in which Becks tries to dye her hair green but ends up with more of an Incredible Hulk cosplay situation and Cass goes to the shops, we reconvene. Becks is driving, it’s all very West Wing. If they drove.
Cass: Alright, this one starts with a flashback to beautiful Bucky in beautiful Wakanda.
Becks: And you said mean things...
Cass: What did I say?
Becks: I said that if it were me going through that I would have liked you to be there for me, and so I think Bucky would have wanted Steve there. And you said ‘well he wasn’t was he?’ and I didn’t much care for your tone.
Cass. Well. I mean. He wasn’t was he?
Becks: See! Laughing at me. Laughing at my misery, you’re a horrible person OH MY GOD THERE’S A DOG LOOKING AT ME FROM THE CAR IN FRONT!
Cass: To get us back on safe ground, let’s discuss Ayo.
Becks: She’s pissed and I don’t blame her. I wouldn’t like to have wronged her, White Wolf was playing with fire there. Like, it’s such a man thing to do, plough ahead and not think of others feelings.
Cass: Yeah, I don’t blame her for being pissed either. In many respects, she’s incredibly reasonable for that sort of situation. But she obviously has a good friendship with Bucky and gives him some more time to get what he needs from Zemo despite it all, so that’s nice.
Becks: I think I’d like to go on holiday in Riga. It looks lovely.
Cass: The flat is very nice. I enjoy how Sam can’t cope with any more hypotheticals when Zemo starts being vague about what happened. ‘You straight up shot the man!’ The audacity. 
*checks notes*
My God Becks, your notes are very thirsty in this episode.
 ‘Titties.’ 
‘I’d like to see Bucky’s leverage.’ 
‘I’d like Bucky to keep an eye on me’
‘Sneaky Zemo, makes him hot.’
What’s going on?
Becks: I have a lot of feelings, and I was clearly feeling a certain way. 
Cass: I enjoy Zemo’s Snow Queen vibes, getting info with Turkish Delight. I don’t enjoy John Walker turning up once again and getting all up in business that Sam was clearly handling. Because Sam is really, really good at talking reasonably with Karli and trying to help her to see another point of view. And it may well have worked if Walker and his big old inferiority complex hadn’t busted in and ruined it.
Becks: Sam is so good. So rational and caring. I very badly wish that Zemo had managed to break all of the vials. And it just goes to show, doesn’t it, that John Walker is not a good person. He’s just very untrustworthy. An overall bad egg.
Cass: Yeah, he’s exactly the type of person that Zemo thinks shouldn’t have the serum. And he’s proven right.
Becks: Captain America with a gun just doesn’t sit right. The fight in the flat is quite good, isn’t it? Love to see John Walker get his arse handed to him.
Cass: *snorts* ‘Looking strong John!’ really speaks to me. It’s just good to see the Dora Milaje absolutely not standing for any of his bullshit.
Becks: It’s really quite poignant in the end, because obviously he’s a bad loser but also the whole ‘they weren’t even super soldiers’ is just building towards him making really bad decisions. Although when Bucky’s arm comes off it’s a bit sad isn’t it?
Cass: It’s a bit of a ‘know your place, White Wolf’ moment isn’t it? Although it does give Sebastian room to do two things we find quite effecting. 1) Big sad eyes and 2) What we in the know refer to as The Arm Thing.
Becks: *giggles* Yes. The Arm Thing.
Cass: Although I agree to some extent with Karli’s viewpoint, I don’t like her threatening Sam’s family to get him to meet her. Although I do think it’s a big turning point in their relationship when Bucky refuses to let Sam go alone.
Becks: I think it’s quite shocking and unexpected when Lemar gets killed, and then of course leads to John Walker going full villain, which is actually one of the most violent parts of the MCU. The blood on the shield is a really shocking thing to see.
Cass: Yeah I agree. It’s an incredibly explicit, visceral image for Marvel. Because actually, although there are lots of fight scenes you don’t usually see blood like that. And covering a symbol such as the shield is, it really hammers home that John shouldn’t have it.
Truth
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Becks: This is where they agree that they need to get the shield back. The fight here is quite cathartic for Bucky I think. He’s legitimately able to take out a lot of his anger on Walker. And then he throws the blood-stained shield at Sam, which has a lot of deeper meaning to it from his view point as well.
Cass: There’s something quite sad about Sam trying to wipe the blood off the shield. I think this is the point where Sam starts to think about his reasons for not keeping the shield differently. He’s trying to wipe away the blood, and he starts to recognise that he can never change the past, but maybe he can make things better going forwards.
Incidentally, another thing happens in this scene that we find memorable for more pleasant reasons. We call it our Thank You Female Directors moment, and Becks will insert a gif below for your viewing pleasure.
Cass: So Walker gets court martialled, but sadly we’ve not seen the last of him because this shady ass Valentina woman who I do not like or trust one bit turns up and starts talking in riddles.
Becks: I don’t like her. I feel nothing good is going to come of her. She’s kind of building her own anti-Avengers, and I don’t want owt to do with her.
Cass: Then Bucky goes and captures Zemo. Which I imagine he would have done quicker but he had to stop off and get himself a nice new coat.
Becks: Aw, poor Zemo. It’s sad isn’t it? But it’s sad when he’s in The Raft too. It’s just a horrible place, even in terms of prisons. Maybe they’ll just carry on breaking him out of various prisons around the world for little jaunts? Until Ayo turns up again, furious.
Cass: I love how Bucky is just like ‘me and my sad eyes are going to push my luck with Ayo just a little bit further and fix up a nice new suit for Sam.’ Which I hope he designed in his spare time.
Becks: Do you like this episode more than episode two?
Cass: Yes. Truth is my favourite episode, and that’s because my truth is that I find the whole bit in Louisiana so unbelievably comforting. And unexpectedly so at first. There is just not one thing I don’t love about this bit. It makes me feel so soft.
Becks: *in a slightly brittle tone* I’m glad that it makes you happy. No, I really am glad that you’re happy.
Cass: It’s just got a lot. Bucky and Sam communicating with each other outside of a mission. Bucky wanting to help but being awkward about it, but also flexing at every opportunity. And flirting with everyone in sight. Also I think this is the first time we see a real smile from him all series. I would watch a whole episode of them just doing DIY together.  Also, it is my feeling that the boat is a metaphor. It only starts working after they work on it together, and I think that’s beautiful.
Becks: Ugh, imagine him looking at you like he looks at Sarah. I’d die. I’d also die if he looked at me like he did at John and Lemar in the car, and I’d definitely die if he did the tongue thing like he did at Sam in the interrogation room.
Cass: To paraphrase a wise man; those steel blue eyes are killing all the ladies. This next bit with the shield frisbee is truly one of my favourite bits.
Becks: Yeah I think it’s really good, the whole bit with Bucky explaining how he feels, how he still thinks Sam should take the shield but how he understands his point of view more now.
Cass: I love the whole thing. I love that Bucky explains that they were wrong in how they went about things with handing the shield to Sam, and I love that he verbally apologises for it. I think that’s actually quite a rare thing to hear, especially from two men. And then they have a very open and honest discussion about their feelings and perspectives. And it’s just really lovely.
Becks: Also. I think Bucky is wearing Steve’s dog tags and it gives me a lot of feelings.
Cass: Good feelings?
Becks: Mixed.
Cass: The whole ‘a couple of guys’ exchange gives me good feelings. As does Sam’s training montage. Lord have mercy, his arms and chest in that shirt, I’m weak.
Becks: *a woman who rewound this episode to look at Bucky’s thighs, without a pause* Pervert.
Cass: Can I just say, Sam’s face when he see’s that amazing vibranium suit and wings Bucky got him is a delight, but also how cute is it that Bucky got him a new Redwing even though he hates it, because he knows Sam loves it? MY HEART.
The end of this episode comes with a little end-credits scene of John Walker in a shed, muttering to himself, twitching away and making himself a shitty little tinfoil shield. Cass compared this to a comic-con outfit, Becks won’t allow that to stand because she thinks cosplayers would do a better job, and let’s be honest, she’s right. Oh how the mighty have fallen.
One World One People
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Cass: Well, we’ve arrived. The final episode! And what a ride it has been. Who could have guessed that we would collectively start our notes for this episode by writing fuck off Frenchie when we saw Batroc.
Becks: I wrote ‘Oh Sergeant Barnes.’ It was nice that they acknowledged him by rank like that.
Cass: I have a lot of almost delirious feelings when Sam makes his entrance and says ‘I’m Captain America.’ Yes baby, you sure are!
Becks: Yeah well I said nice things too! You don’t see me banging on about it!
Cass: Well, what did you write?
Becks: Captain America.
Cass: *wheezes* All you wrote for the big entrance that the whole series has built up to was Captain America? Say what you see?
Becks: *hysterically* I was nice! I wrote that and put the smiley face with the hearts round it!
Cass: Why are you so angry about this?
Becks: I DON’T KNOW! I wanted those people to get blown up. I think the GRC are a set of cunts.
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I suppose that’s the kind of attitude that Sam’s fighting against, isn’t it?
Cass: No comment. I do think it’s really nice that Bucky gets the chance to rescue those people though, whether you think they deserve it or not. For once, people are thanking him for saving them instead of being afraid of him, and I think he’s genuinely amazed by that. Until Karli tries to ruin it.
Becks: I really like when he catches that rebar. It’s like when Steve catches that spear in Edinburgh, and it’s really good. It’s good when he does that innit? *makes noises Cass doesn’t like to examine too closely*
Cass: I like how furious he is at having to break off giving full blown heart eyes at Sam saving that truck load of people to catch it. Man is fuming. Karli very much has an ‘oh shit’ moment. Also I note that we have both written, ‘he’s like an angel’ about Sam but somehow we have both conveyed a very different vibe with it. Mine certainly comes off a bit more breathless.
Becks: We also get Sharon’s big reveal, but I can’t remember if it is a big reveal or not. It feels like it was obvious, but I can’t remember if that was just with hindsight.
Cass: What I appreciate is how everyone set The Power Broker up to be a man this whole time. That was a good move. Although Batroc deserved to die for idiocy. Why would you find out someone is super powerful and your first thought is to blackmail them? Bizarre.
Becks: We haven’t really mentioned Karli that much.
Cass: You wrote ‘sorry isn’t good enough young lady lol’.
Becks: *sniggers* Yeah I did. *Sobers up* But it was sad that she died. And she said sorry because she’s always been in two minds, not so much about what she’s doing but how it’s all turning out.
Cass: It is sad, because up until that point you sort of thought Sam would be able to get through to her and save her. And when he doesn’t you really feel for him.
Becks: I wonder if Sam has got inklings about Sharon? After she killed Karli.
Cass: Yeah maybe. I think he feels guilty about what happened to her though, so that could cloud his judgement a bit. Interested to see where that storyline goes though. I know you’re looking forward to her as a future villain. Do you think she would link up with Valentina?
Becks: I think Valentina would want power over her, and I don’t think Sharon would like that. She might even take down Valentina. That could be her thing.
Cass: Call me biased, but I think Sam’s speech is brilliant. Ol’ Sergeant Heart Eyes over there appears to as well. He really gives the GRC members a dressing down, but does it calmly and politely. I love as well ‘The only power I have is that I believe we can do better’ is brilliant.
Becks: It is a very good speech and just proves that he’s going to be an amazing Captain America. Like we told him in the first place.
Cass: I think it’s really lovely at the end, how Sam gets Isiah’s part in history publicly recognised. It lets Isiah start to realise that Sam isn’t just talk. And that even though things have always been a certain way, it doesn’t mean that that’s how it has to continue and that’s what Sam is going to fight for.
Becks: Bucky sorting out his list and talking to Yuri wraps things up nicely for the series as well, even if it is very sad to see him have to confront that part of his past again.
Cass: At least we’re not sad for too long, because then it’s back to Louisiana for the Cookout scene, which takes up more room in my mind than a scene of that length rightfully should.
Becks: Very clean and tidy and the happiest ending we’ve had from Marvel... for some people.
Cass: That shot of them looking so beautiful and content in the Louisiana golden hour makes me feel incandescent with happiness. Like, they are glowing, and so am I.
Becks: I do like how they changed the title card to Captain America and The Winter Soldier as well. Although it’s a shame Bucky still gets to be The Winter Soldier.
Cass: Perhaps that White Wolf rebrand is on the way? Final thoughts?
Becks: Yeah it was alright.
Cass: *cackles*
Becks: I think I’m not over certain stuff that I feel strongly about, so it was difficult for me. It wasn’t my favourite Marvel show, but it definitely wasn’t my least favourite either. But I am looking forward to Sam as Cap, and the films that are to follow.
Cass: This was, against strong competition and totally unexpectedly, my favourite of the shows so far. Actually even one of my favourite Marvel things altogether. I can’t adequately explain it, it just all works for me and I love them both a whole lot.
And that’s all for this one folks. We have agreed that this has taken as long to write as Avengers Assemble, which we agreed we would never let happen again so whoops. Becks doesn’t feel as emotionally drained but thinks that may be because she didn’t write it. Cass does have a headache but the pure happiness she feels at the thought of the ending makes it all worthwhile. That said, she’s going to lay down and listen to some Curtis Harding whilst Becks does the gifs.
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😈 do you think she'll notice - love becks
Cass: Is it Eternals next?
Becks: *noises of extreme pain* oh nooooooooooo. *Then hopefully* Wait, is it Spiderman?
It turns out it is Spiderman, and we are able to put off the sheer fucking pain and misery that we found to be The Eternals until another time. Cass has heard it’s better on the rewatch, although she will say that if that’s how you’re recommending a movie then something has gone wrong. Becks won’t change her mind anyway, she’s even more stubborn than Cass and Cass is a Taurus so that’s saying something. Anyway. Until next time, film fans!
Love Becks and Cass xoxo
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Easter Egg:
Cass: I feel less tired now finally. I’ve livened right up and I think it’s speaking to you.
Becks: Thanks I think?
Cass: Yes, it’s good but I’m also worried you’re like a drug. At the risk of sounding like Edward Cullen, you’re like my own personal brand of heroin.
Becks: (absolutely in pain wheezing) Why can you quote Twilight? I didn’t know you could do that!
Cass: (wheezing) Neither did I until it was happening!
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xnonie present ✋️
oh no, u just asked for my svt bias!! 🫣🫣 truth be told... i don't even know atp they're all too good SHCJDS but i'm definitely an american line enjoyer myself 🫶🫶🫶 joshua has climbing up the list for a while! like he's always been up there, i was just clinging onto hansol for so long (also U WOULD TELL ME THEIR POWERS? FOR ME?!? 🫠 i feel so loved)
& YESSSS i love she-hulk rn! i hate how short the episodes are, but at least we're being spoiled w/ extra end credits content!! i honestly just wait for it b/c they're sooo fun. I JUST SAW UR RECENT POST ON MATT MURDOCK BEING HOT & I JUST WANNA AGREE ABSOLUTELY. 100%. SO TRUE. he makes my stomach flutter with butterflies auggghhhhh 😭😭
WE CAN'T FORGET BUCKYYY! so excited to see him in future movies especially now that sam is cap now, i'd love to see their dynamic 🥰 AND U HAD A DRUIG PHASE TOO?? ugh he just made me forget ALL my mcu crushes LIKE i searched far & wide across tumblr for fics of this man. i was so down bad. i think it's the accent AHVHDJFJ 🫡
"my beautiful, beautiful makkari" UGHSHDH
XNONIE !!! HAIII (ノ´∀`*) UR ASKS MAKE ME GRIN AND GIGGLE LIKE A TEENAGER (lmao i say that like i'm not skcnkdnc but i kid u not i'm lying on my stomach and kicking my feet up behind me 😭😭)
AHAHAH i totally feel the same tbh my svt bias line consists of FOUR PEOPLE 😭😭😭😭 and then im wrecked by the entire group as well still (;_; they're insane all the time and my heart is too fragile for this— BUT AHHHH AMERICAN LINE YES!!! okok sooo based on my notes,, , , i have josh w iceman and vernon w hehe franklin richards !! def different spectrums of the mutant timeline, but josh is ofc a classic member of the xmen family and non i gave one of the most powerful mutants in the universe imo 🤧🤧🤧 franklin is the son of mr and mrs fantastic and he can create POCKET DIMENSIONS FOR FUN DKCNSKCJJ LIKE THATS SO CRAZY TO ME and i just felt like giving such a chill dude that much power would be 😎😎😎 (tbh i wanna tell u ALL of them but we can start w ur biases hehe)
I LITERALLY JUST FINISHED THE NEWEST EP OF SHE-HULK AND IM LIKE ????? HWAT !!?@(!#;(@(@( LJKE OMG THE ENDING !! i went from squealing abt matt murdock to absolute silence like my mouth was gaping like a fish TT anyways cannot wait until the finale ep
BRO THE BANTER BTWN BUCKY AND SAM IS TOP NOTCH AHAHHAHAHA it's so funny cuz my mom and i always joke abt how they hated each other cuz of their competition for cap's attention 🤩🤩🤩 the bromance yk but now that cap's gone cries they're left only w each other :'))) as i recall from the end of falcon and the winter soldier, they weren't completely friends either ?? (also fal and the winsol. was such a DARK tv show omg o_o like i was so shocked how dark it was but it was still good as always)
U WERE ON MCU TUMBLR LOOKING FOR DRUIG FICS TOO ??? (´Д⊂ヽ XNONIE ILY OMG THE TASTE AND THE VIBES ARE IMMACULATE RN IM SO EXCITED SJCBKSKXJ ahhhhhHhhhhhHHHHHHH IM SCREAMING HES SO FINE SO POWERFUL TOO (yep def the accent CRIES the way he just — and his— and every— and him 😭)
can he tell ME im beautiful like that too (;_;
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bucky!! and maybe harry potter for the ask game!
*these will be strictly from the movies regardless of my feelings for the characters*
Bucky:
Sexuality Headcanon: gay, but with a little bit of internalized homophobia due to nothing but the time he was raised in, but is slowly working to break that down and accept himself and his sexuality. wont admit he's gay yet, but i leaning towards unlabeled/bisexual.
Gender Headcanon: i personally get the nonbinary vibe from him, and i feel like he likes to experiment with wearing different styles of clothes, but again, because of his upbringing, he won't admit it, at least for a while.
A ship I have with said character: stucky. obviously stucky. but my second face is sambucky because sam <3
A BROTP I have with said character: him and thor would be best buds. 100%. thor would chop the head of anyone who dare say a single negative comment about Buck.
A NOTP I have with said character: Yelena and Bucky. just no. for a million reasons why. 1) him and Natasha had a history, and Yelena is her younger sister, so for him to move from Nat to Yelena after Nat sacrificed herself to bring him back is just yuck. and 2) Yelena is aroace, and has mentioned that she feels nothing beyond platonic love for those around her.
A random headcanon: i feel that he has sensory issues. my other headcanon is that hes autistic but people get mad when i bring it up so we'll talk about his sensory issues. i think this because with enhanced senses, everything is more intense, so he has to have issues with loud noises and certain smells just because he's enhanced.
General Opinion over said character: i love him. i love my little bucky, my boobky, my Jamie boy. he deserves nothing but the best and Kevin i will chop your head off if he doesnt get that. thats a threat, Feige. I WILL DO IT.
Harry Potter:
Sexuality Headcanon: i think he’s straight, but definitely would sleep with Ryan Reynolds if given the opportunity.
Gender Headcanon: he/him
A ship I have with said character: Ginny obv. she’s the only person i can ever see him with
A BROTP I have with said character: Ron bc Ron never cared about the fact that he was famous, he saw a lonely boy sitting alone and decided to befriend him because that’s what Molly taught him to do.
A NOTP I have with said character: Draco. while i love enemies to lovers, i don’t think harry would be okay with the fact that his parents were in the cult that killed his own parents. he wouldn’t do it, no matter how attracted he was to draco physically.
A random headcanon: he’s very protective of all his children, but especially Lily. she’s named after his mother, and has red hair as well, so he definitely goes Papa Bear when something upsets his baby girl.
General Opinion over said character: i adore him. he’s so strong, and has remained happy despite the amount of devastation, abuse, and death he’s been surrounded with since he was 1. he achieved so much in his first 17 years of life, and he deserves to life the rest of his life in peace, and i hope to god he’s in some form of therapy because he should not have been fighting for his life, trying to kill someone and protecting hogwarts at 17. he didn’t deserve the life he was given and guck dumbledore for not preventing that and dying like a coward to escape his mistakes.
send me a character and i’ll give you my opinions on them!
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John Walker in TFAWS:
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