#steve rogers pacific rim AU

[mthofferings]

dr.girlfriend

See dr.girlfriend’s existing works here.

Preferred contact methods: Email: [email protected] Tumblr: drgrlfriend

Preferred organizations: - Anything from the list of approved organizations

Will create works that contain: Open to most things! Feel free to ask.

Will not create works that contain: Rape/noncon/dubcon, major character death, unhappy ending, underage, incest, body horror (hanahaki, etc.), dark characters beyond canon characteristics (e.g. Serial Killer AU), uneven power dynamic (student/teacher, master/slave, boss/employee), romanticization of abusive relationships, daddy kink (including sugar daddy / sugar baby), infidelity, humiliation, painplay, watersports — probably best to just contact me with any notable kink before bidding. Not entirely averse to A/B/O but probably something else that should be discussed — I may write it more consensually than is typical for the trope.

  -- Fic or Other Writing --

Auction ID: 1141

Will create works for the following relationships: Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton - Any Universe Bucky Barnes & Clint Barton - Any Universe Alpine & Bucky Barnes & Clint Barton & Lucky - Any Universe Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton/Steve Rogers - Any Universe

Work Description: I will write a minimum 5k word fic, with a goal of your preferred rating. Historically, my auction fics have exceeded the promised minimum word count. I am willing to write a variety of prompts. I also have done adaptations of other works into a different universe (e.g. Pride and Prejudice AU, Two Weeks’ Notice AU, Pacific Rim AU). Tell me your ideas and we’ll collaborate! I usually write a Fraction/Aja Hawkeye comic-inspired version of Clint Barton, with MCU-inspired version of Bucky Barnes. Probably not the best person to ask if you want a Jeremy Renner version of Clint with the farm family and all that. Otherwise, I'm not sure about the different universes.

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit

Can pods bid on this auction? Yes - Podbids welcome!

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#dr.girlfriend #auction: fic #mth 2023

[the-ace-with-spades]

Charlie's Top Gun & Top Gun: Maverick Master List

Tags:

#Top Gun: Maverick, #Top Gun (1986), #Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw, #Jake 'Hangman' Seresin, #Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell, #Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace, #Javy 'Coyote' Machado, #Robert 'Bob' Floyd, #Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia, #Reuben 'Payback' Fitch, #Nick 'Goose' Bradshaw, #Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky, #slooserole, #Ron 'Slider' Kerner, #Carole Bradshaw, #hangster, #icemav, #bobnix, #fanback, #MavDad, #Polish Tom 'Iceman' Kazansky, #Italian Pete 'Maverick' Mitchell, #Dagger Squad, #Trans Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw, #Ace Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw

Fics:

AO3:

ignition [hangster, firefighter!Bradley AU, 5+1, humour]

#ignition tag

(sometimes I feel) like a monkey pilot [trans Bradley, transition-related, icemav as dads, hangster, getting back together]

#(sometimes I feel) like a monkey pilot tag

slow down (you're doing fine) [Bradley-centric, icemav as dads, hangster, getting back together]

#slow down (you're doing fine) tag

This hellsite only:

mini fics:

Family of Seven (Bradley and Jake accidentally adopt five kids) #Family of Seven tag

Angsty Baby Bradley series (Bradley POV, WIP snippets, Slider POV, IceMav POV, Adult Bradley POV) [hangster, icemav raised Bradley, Uncle Slider]

fic ideas/drabbles/prompts :

Mav is declared KIA and Ice finds out he's in his will as Bradley's guardian

Mav stays with Charlie until he becomes Bradley's guardian, Ice starts helping with raising him before they even get together

Carole and Mav get married after Goose dies and Ice and Slider pine

Ice is in denial about his feelings for Mav and Slider takes things into his own hands [fwb Slimav, pre-Icemav] Part 1 (Slider POV), Part 2 (Mav POV)

Polish!Ice and Italian!Mav headcanons

Ice and Mav wear matching clothes - Jake and Bradley mimic it years later

Carole and Ice are Catholics and attend Polish Church together

4+1 'Ice checking on Bradley during the night' ficlet [icemav raising Bradley, hangster allusions]

Ice passes away in his sleep and what is left [Jake POV; ice and mav getting older, icemav as bradley's parents, icemav, hangster]

hangster starts here >>

Mav finds out Bradley who he hasn't talked to in over 10 years (and Jake) have a whole load of kids [mavdad angst, hangster, mpreg?? idea]

Bradley learns to pick locks (and people's hearts) [hangster, icemav raised Bradley]

Humour fic AU idea where Bradley's papers haven't been pulled and he does land in USNA but he's doing everything and anything not to be labeled as the nepo baby [icemav as bradley's parents, hangster]

Bradley can't cut onions [hangster, mavdad]

High school AU with Bradley and Jake in secret relationship because Mav disapproves

High school AU hangster being nominated for 'most likely to get married' despite not being a couple (Part 1, Part 2)

Bradley gets Jake small thoughtful gifts (and continues to buy them after they break up)

Jake and Bradley still find their most attractive features to be the ones they had from the beginning [soft hangster headcanon about physical attraction]

Ace!Rooster is avoiding Hangman's advances

Hangster A/B/O with O! Bradley and A! Jake [mpreg & angst, set during TGM and after]

Jake didn't go to USNA AU and met struggling Bradley at college

Hospital AU with nurse!Bradley and doctor!Jake [hangster enemies to lovers, ER coworkers, surgeons icemav] #hangster hospital AU

Actor!Bradley AU where he's filming an ala TOPGUN movie with Jake as his assigned by the Navy aviator, Mav is Jake's CO [hangster, enemies to lovers, mavdad drama]

Jake's dad adores Bradley - or Bradley keeps collecting dads [icemav raised Bradley, hangster]

Hangman and Rooster as a pilot-WSO pair AU

Before Bradley takes the hit on the mission, he says goodbye ala Steve Rogers

10 Things I Hate About You hangster AU idea

Happiest Season AU, Jake takes Bradley for Christmas home

Jake being jealous of Nat (pre-canon)

#Pacific Rim AU - dossier files, idea

Actor tags:

#Glen Powell, #Miles Teller, #Monica Barbaro, #Lewis Pullman, #Tom Cruise, #Val Kilmer, #Jay Ellis, #Greg Tarzan Davis, #Danny Ramirez, #Top Gun: Maverick cast (posts containing more than one of the crew)

#charlie's masterlist

[descaladumidera]

Fuck it, I'm gonna put out my ideas for a Fratt Pacific Rim!AU. Do with this what you want.

Okay, lemme paint the background picture.

SHIELD are the ones behind the Jaeger program, with Nick Fury at the head. Once Curtis lost his leg during That One Mission, Fury seeks him out and recruits him (like Fury does), which leads to Curt dragging in Frank and Billy, because he knows they would be damn good at operating a Jaeger together.

Now on to Frank.

Frank and Billy were marines and friends first, so they have the discipline and they are drift compatible. They go on a lot of missions (don't have a name for their Jaeger yet—maybe The Punisher? *coughs*)—successful missions. They're the heroes of the Jaeger program. Until everything goes to shit. A Kaiju attacks New York and kills Frank's family. Frank and Billy try to stop it, but they fail, their Jaeger breaks, and Billy dies on this mission. Frank is … not in a good place. He wants to find a new partner, wants to take revenge, but Fury and Curt deem him too unstable and pull him out of the program. Frank goes back to New York (meeting the Liebermans during that time).

((Lieberman tie-in.

David do as David does and hacks into databases he shouldn't hack into. So when he finds stuff he shouldn't find, he panics. But he knows that a rather legendary Jaeger pilot (Frank) is back in New York, so he finds him.

"You have the connections! You can tell SHIELD about the illegal Kaiju trade!"

Frank does not want to do this. He does not. He tells David as much, shoves his middle finger into his face, and leaves. But David is a persistent asshole, so he tracks him down. Again. And again. And again. Until Frank groans and comes by to at least look at what David has found. That's when he meets David's family ('cause he has his set-up down in the basement of his house). Of course Leo, Zach, and Sarah make Frank stay for dinner. And then they make him come over again. And again. And again. Until he can't help but feel integrated into their family. Goddamnit.))

And now on to Matt.

Matt has been part of the Jaeger program family since he was a kid. Jack got recruited just after Matt got blinded, desperately needing to provide for his son, and the people at SHIELD were his best bet to give Matt the care he needed. Jack actually was Fury's partner and they operated a Jaeger together (also no name for this one—maybe Daredevil? *coughs*). Of course shit goes south and Jack dies during a mission, Fury taking it upon himself to keep Matt at the base and raise him.

Matt goes on to become one of their analysts, one of the best (at one point Foggy and Karen get recruited, too, and work alongside him). Despite not being able to see any of the Kaiju and the samples that end up at the base, Matt can draw conclusions from the data he has like nobody else. He, Foggy, and Karen find out about the pattern in which Kaiju will appear.

Now onto Frank and Matt meeting.

This discovery prompts Fury to seek out Frank, because, well, they need the best of the best and it has been years by now, so he wants to give Frank another chance. Frank comes back when he hears what's at stake (and brings the Liebermans with him—he doesn't want to lose another family and David can join Matt, Foggy, and Karen). The problem is—nobody is drift compatible with him. They try the best of the best: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, etc. None of them work.

On one night, Frank thinks it would be best to find out anything he can, so he goes to the lab and asks the analysts himself for all the details. Because he knows Fury and he knows that Fury's secrets have secrets. And that's when he meets Matt, that's when he realizes how goddamn fucking smart he is. And he wants to try to drift with Matt.

Fury is like, hell no, of course. But Frank is nothing if not persistent, and Matt has a secret desire to try this. Because of his dad. Because the Murdock boys have the Devil in them. Because he is just so tired of not doing enough. Fury is still like, hell no. So Matt and Frank just. Do it. Without Fury's permission. 'Cause they're assholes.

Of course Matt, never having drifted before, goes down the rabbit hole. That's when Frank learns that Battlin' Jack Murdock—the man he had looked up to since he was a kid—was Matt's dad.

I have a shitton of other ideas, all expanding the universe and including other characters. But this is the more specific stuff I came up with.

#Matt Murdock #Frank Castle #Fratt #FrankMatt #MattFrank #Daredevil #Punisher #Marvel #NMCU #MCU #Comic #Pacific Rim AU #fanfic #Desca writes

[avelera]

For the fic asks: ❌

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

There are so many but honestly... coffee shop AU or tattoo artist/florist AU... basically that entire subgenre of "Characters I ship from a work of sci-fi/fantasy/historical genre fiction suddenly are completely normal people living in the modern day real world and have normal every day jobs and don't/haven't undergone any sort of parallel version of the harrowing plot events that brought them together. They're just normal people who meet at a coffee shop and have a nice fluffy little romance utterly stripped of almost all resemblance to the source material events."

I will read the absolute cream of the crop of that genre on occasion, btw. I've seen some fabulous takes by fabulous authors, but generally speaking unless I trust that author to my bones and/or something really special is happening in that fic like incredible poetry or emotional realism or just a really beautiful romance worthy of mainstream publication, I absolutely loathe to my very core the coffee shop AU fic genre and its equivalents.

I will never write a fic where Dream was never Endless and Hob was never immortal and they didn't meet in 1389 but instead are just like... rival shop owners or college students or something. (In part because Dream is an absolute prick if he doesn't have the trauma of being a billions-years old concept with all the trauma to match, trying to be better than he was, and Just Some Dude Hob is made interesting by his immortality and if you strip that away he truly is Just Some Dude in a way I find almost inevitably dull as watching paint dry.)

I might, on rare occasion, read it but I would never ever write it, it strips away from them everything I find interesting about the characters. At that point, IMO, I would be better off just writing an original novel, I'd at least have a chance of getting paid for it!

I will never ever, similarly for my other fandoms, write Nicky/Joe from the Old Guard if they didn't get together because of the Crusades and their immortality, I won't even read it in that case, it's just not the characters or the conflicts that make that love story interesting anymore if they didn't fall in love despite everything about the Crusades making that nearly impossible. Likewise, I've no interest in Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes if they didn't grow up together in the 20s and have to cope with the traumas of WWII. I'll read a fic where they avoid the super soldier stuff, but I've no interest in them as like... modern college students, especially if they didn't grow up together, because that's the allure of the ship for me and I will Nope out of any fic where they didn't at least know each other as kids and form a bond of friendship then. Or Newt/Hermann from Pacific Rim, I could read a fic where the Kaiju never happened but I'd never read one where they weren't scientists. Our Flag Means Death is the fandom I've read the most modern AU-ish stuff for but that's because the story itself is a workplace comedy so it actually updates pretty well, but even then I've got a very narrow definition of which modern AUs I find interesting there, and the number of times Ed isn't shown to be a wildly successful superstar but is instead some kind of failure that Stede sugar daddies is truly mindboggling to me given it's the exact reverse of what happens in canon and why I liked the characters in canon, the incongruity of a superstar like Ed liking let alone loving someone like Stede. ANYWAY.

This is by no means meant to make fic writers who write this subgenre feel bad! As I've said, I've seen some utterly fabulous takes on this trope by other writers and enjoyed them thoroughly!

But I, personally, absolutely loathe the subgenre that strips everything that I think makes the characters interesting, doesn't replace it with a modern update, and doesn't include any elements of how the ship initially got to know each other (usually in some action packed or magical scenario in most genre fiction) and just... strips away everything but their appearance and some vague nods to their canon personalities and makes them fall in love in some bland, milquetoast, vanilla world that isn't even a realistic take on what working those jobs would be like in the real world!

I understand the pleasures of that genre is usually to strip away the conflict and ugliness and blood and just write a cute fluffy romance but my god, I can't stand it 90% of the time because it is so polished clean of any kind of conflict or plot or emotion, let alone anything to make the characters actually feel like the ones I fell in love with in the first place!

That's why I mostly write canon divergence AU! :D

#maggie rambles #with great apologies to lovers of that genre but I just CAN'T

[starkerized]

hey everyone! I'm looking for some long-term rp partners who are 18+, write on discord, communicative, and excited to write/plot/scream internally over these characters. mainly seeking canons but am also happy to double up and write ccxoc as any of the muses listed below. mxm, fxf, and mxf, are all good with me. see below for more info & if you're interested in writing, like this post and I'll reach out!

I write at least 2-3 paragraphs per reply and prefer partners who match (or exceed!) length. I love to delve into characters' heads/emotions and describe those in detail - development and relationships always come first imo. however, I also love writing smut and weaving it into the plot or doing a pwp here and there.

I consider myself pretty laid-back and understand life comes first - happy to wait for replies but also appreciate partners who let me know ooc if something comes up and they can't respond for awhile (and will do the same on my end). I typically respond at least once a day in the evenings (eastern timezone), sometimes more sometimes less, as I work a busy 9-5.

my main fandoms are marvel, atla, and asoiaf, though I'd also be interested in writing muses from the boys, stranger things, pacific rim, danny phantom, and riordanverse (mainly pjo since that's what I'm most familiar with).

my ships are below (bold characters are ones I'd prefer to write but am honestly flexible):

steve rogers x tony stark (marvel)

steve rogers x bucky barnes (marvel)

peter parker x mj watson (marvel)

peter parker x gwen stacy (marvel)

thor x loki (marvel)

charles xavier x erik lehnsherr (marvel)

moon knight boys (marc, steven, jake) x layla (marvel)

eddie brock x anyone tbh (marvel)

matt murdock x anyone tbh (marvel)

katara x zuko (atla)

aang x katara (atla)

azula x ty lee (atla)

sansa stark x daenerys targaryen (asoiaf)

rhaenyra targaryen x daemon targaryen (asoiaf)

jon snow x daenerys targaryen (asoiaf)

hughie x butcher (the boys)

hughie x starlight (the boys)

starlight x homelander (the boys)

nancy wheeler x robin buckley (stranger things)

steve harrington x nancy wheeler (stranger things)

raleigh becket x mako mori (pacific rim)

danny fenton x sam manson (danny phantom)

percy jackson x annabeth chase (riordanverse)

aaaaand here are some of my favorite tropes, but I'm down to explore others ofc:

enemies to lovers

fwb to lovers

unresolved sexual tension/pining/slow burn (!!!!!)

any form of angst tbh

au where one (or both) is a villain

kidnapping/stockholm syndrome

college/university au

secret identities

post-apocalyptic au

redemption arcs

dom/sub undertones (or overtones)

small town life

fluff or slice of life

hurt/comfort

omegaverse

fake marriage

experienced/inexperienced

if you're interested in writing, like this post and I'll reach out!

#marvel rp #asoiaf rp #atla rp #the boys rp #discord rp #stranger things rp #1x1 rp #fandom rp #canon rp

[marveltrumpshate]

September 2023 MTH fills

Waiting for Preview Week? Check out these fills while you count down the days.

The best way to see all the fills that have been shared with us is our monthly roundups tag or our #MTH-fills channel on our Discord, but you can also view them through the following methods:

Our Tumblr tags: 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022

Our AO3 collections: 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022 (only has works posted to AO3)

Completed works tag list

To find specific content, use our completed works tag lists above which includes instructions on how to search for a particular character, gen or romantic relationship, universe, and fanwork type. 

SOLO CHARACTERS

BUCKY BARNES

TJ Crochets/@tj-crochets - Winter Soldier and classic 616 uniform Bucky Bear plushies with a bonus ace bee for @saganarojanaolt

GEN/PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS

ALPINE & BUCKY BARNES

@3twindragons - Art of Bucky in the snow with Alpine tucked into his leather jacket for @drgrlfriend

BRUCE BANNER & HULK

@kerravonsen - "Inside Outside" (a jewelry set consisting of a necklace, earrings, and a glasses cord that explores the relationship between Bruce Banner and the Hulk) for @sofreakinmanyfandoms

BUCKY BARNES & CLINT BARTON

@flowerparrish - Podfic of "With Us (Or Without)," a pre-relationship Bucky/Clint fic where Clint doesn't take it well when SHIELD handles things badly after Loki by dentalfloss, for oper1895

BUCKY BARNES & STEVE ROGERS & TONY STARK

BritBrit99 - Embroidery with Cap's shield, Tony's arc reactor, Alpine, and "Whatever it takes, we'll do it together" surrounded by flowers for @betheflame

CLINT BARTON & NATASHA ROMANOV

BritBrit99 - Embroidery with an ivy border, Clint and Natasha's symbols, and their lines about Budapest for Mech

JAMES "RHODEY" RHODES & TONY STARK

ChokolatteJedi - "Four Times Tony Stark Surprised Jim Rhodes" (5+1 fic where Rhodey witnesses BAMF!Tony from MIT to the Battle of NY) for Feles (MTH 2021)

JANE FOSTER & THE AVENGERS

Ghosty/@justanotherghostwriter - "The Assembly Line" (MCU canon-divergent fic exploring what would have happened if Jane was invited to the Helicarrier to track the Tesseract) for @kerravonsen

KAMALA KHAN & JAKE LOCKLEY & MARC SPECTOR & STEVEN GRANT

@yersifanel - "International Superhero" (MCU fic where Kamala goes to London seeking help from Moon Knight/Marc, Steven, and Jake to solve a case of disappearances) for @cababooey

LOKI & THOR

Nixie Deangel/@nixies-creations - "Searching For A Trail To Follow Again" (post-IW ficlet and moodboard featuring a grieving Thor and ghost Loki) for @aquatigermice (also on Tumblr)

NEBULA & TONY STARK

Ghosty/@justanotherghostwriter - "Life After Survival" (Nebula & Tony Endgame-era friendship fic) for @gottalovev

STEVE ROGERS & VALKYRIE

@zenaidamacrouras1 - "Chooser of the Punched" (MCU fic where Valkyrie joins the Howling Commandos for a mission and punches Nazis with Steve) for @tehroserose, @kerravonsen, @bugsandcoffee, @illogicalkat, @alwaysabrighterdarkness, and TheUltimateUndesirable

STEVEN GRANT & JAKE LOCKLEY & MARC SPECTOR

@kerravonsen - "Weighing the Heart" (a jewelry set consisting of a necklace, ear-wraps, and a matching bracelet that represents Steven, Jake, and Marc) for Turbulent Muse

SHIPS

BUCKY BARNES/CLINT BARTON

dr.girlfriend/@drgrlfriend - "Chrome Plated Heart" (Bucky/Clint Pacific Rim AU fic) for gorbell/Outregauche

BUCKY BARNES/LOKI

Lalaith Quetzalli/@lalaithquetzallicaresi - MCU Bucky/Loki fic poster for "Lost and Found" by Lynds for Dogsled

Lynds/@gold-from-straw - "Lost and Found" (MCU Bucky/Loki fic where Loki changes the timeline to prevent Bucky from killing Tony's parents and the Avengers breaking up) for Dogsled

BUCKY BARNES/SAM WILSON

the_crown_jules/@jules-of-the-crown - "Feels Like the First Time" (MCU Bucky/Sam fic where a photo that leaks that makes it look like they're dating and they decide to enter a fake relationship) for suitsandcases (MTH 2021)

BUCKY BARNES/STEVE ROGERS

Dogsled - "The Soldier's New Pet" (NSFW comic about Winter Soldier Steve inducting Captain America Bucky into Hydra against his will) for @call-me-kayyyyy

@humapuma - "Let's Be Something" (Bucky/Steve AU fic where construction worker Steve fixes up tattoo artist Bucky's tattoo parlor) for nursedarry (MTH 2021)

@secondalto - "Pretty in Brooklyn" (Bucky/Steve non-powered meet-cute AU fic) for Finnfreak7 (MTH 2021)

@zenaidamacrouras1 - "Chooser of the Punched" (MCU fic where Valkyrie joins the Howling Commandos for a mission and punches Nazis with Steve) for @tehroserose, @kerravonsen, @bugsandcoffee, @illogicalkat, @alwaysabrighterdarkness, and TheUltimateUndesirable

FRANK CASTLE/MATT MURDOCK

@lamentingpat - "Be My Date?" (MCU Frank/Matt fake relationship wedding guest fic) for @rufferto9

JOAQUÍN TORRES/SAM WILSON

Writer_Lethogica/@thatmexisaurusrex - "In Full Bloom" (Joaquín/Sam non-powered soulmates meet-ugly AU fic) for Mech

STEVE ROGERS/TONY STARK

@betheflame - "The Devil Actually Wears Tom Ford" (Steve/Tony non-powered The Proposal AU fic) for @earliebirb, @jehbeeeh, corsets-and-cardigans, @iam93percentstardust, @alwaysabrighterdarkness, pensivepisces, MusicalKestrel, secretluvin (MTH 2021)

@laiqualaurelote - "speak easy, swing hard" (Steve/Tony 1920s Prohibition era AU fic) for @nostalgicatsea

#monthly roundup #september 2023 #mth 2021 #mth 2022

[marnz]

🤯💔⛔🤡

jesse!!!! 💜

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)? action tbh! whenever i'm writing a sword fight I struggle because I just want to write description and dialogue all the time. also tbh whenever i am writing characters laying down, sitting up, etc I struggle because I feel like they're already raised their eyebrows and looked away and propped themselves up on their elbows 500 times...oh well. i shall persevere.

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart? I genuinely still get really emotional over some of my tsn fic like You Could Dress This Wound and Homo, Fuge. But I think the main fic that broke my heart is the long multi chapter hockey fic I was working on and then had to abandon bc hockey fandom got soooooo toxic, it was dylan strome/mitch marner and i had like 50k by the time I abandoned it frdjhgvdfhjkghjk what is wrong with me. just opened up this document and face palmed, i literally despair over the fact I didn't finish this.

⛔️ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped? see above 🙃 but i have so many, like, I had like 30k of a naruto fic I scrapped...i have 6k of a mercymorn/augustine fic...i have like 10k of this EXR disability activism au where Enjolras is also a nude model...I have some hockey just like heaven au fic where sidney is haunting geno but they've never met before...I just went into google drive and found more teen wolf fanfic from 2013...i found Protector of the Small (Tortall) fanfic...at some point I was writing a Pacific Rim 2 fix it where Mako doesn't die and it's sort of an Orpheus au...apparently i was working on a 1D ot5 soulbond fic (???)...anyway this has been a very fun tour of my graveyard wip folders

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh? i wrote a dick joke in my sam wilson/steve rogers fanfic that i am still proud of 7 years later

thank you 😌💜

#answered #sgtjamesrogers #see the problem here is i am prolific but indecisive. #but it's fine bc the more i write the more i improve? maybe? thanks #anyway. the amount of 1D wips i have? harrowing!

[apfelhalm]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️❤️❤️!!

Aaaaah, omg, omg, let me see ...

One of a handful The first time Death meets Steven Rogers, the sky is a sickly yellow with a tinge of grey heartache. - 5 times Death meets Steven Rogers. [The Avengers/The Book Thief crossover]

I still remember how this one jumped at me while I was standing at the bus stop, like it was meant to be written. It just really needed to be out there.

Wir könnten die Größten sein "Der Test ist kein Wettkampf. Es ist ein Dialog. Man sollte meinen Sie als Autor, wüssten, was das bedeutet." [...] "Also gut." Schiller trat vor, hob Charlottes Stab auf und wog ihn abschätzend in der Hand, bevor er ihn Johann entgegenhielt. "Zeigen Sie es mir." [Friedrich Schiller/Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Pacific Rim AU]

Idk, I just had so much fun writing it? There's also an English translation (linked in the fic itself)!

FourFiveSeconds from wildin' The one where Louis and Liam meet through a Tinder-style fighting app. [LiLo, One Direction, Fighting AU/kind of Fight Club AU]

I know the premise sounds a bit outlandish, but I really have a soft spot for it, because it's kinda personal. It's a little bit fucked-up, a little bit ache-y and a little bit hopeful all at once.

Conversations in the Void Tony and Steve are not on speaking terms, but that doesn't stop Tony from calling him. [Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, The Avengers, set between Civil War and throughout Infinity War]

What can I say? Superhusbands will be forever my OTP and I actually like this one. Did I also write this to have one of them say "It wasn't worth it"? MAYBE. still salty they never brought this quote in the movies

Der König und sein General Leo ist ein russischer Gangboss, Adam ist seine rechte Hand. Esther und Pia ermitteln. [Leo Hölzer/Adam Schürk, Pia Heinrich/Esther Baumann, Tatort Saarbrücken, Mafia AU]

This series was literally a brainfart I had in the car while picking up food for lunch. I spent 2 days writing the first part and it's been haunting me ever since. I'm currently trying to write the next installment and progress is slow af. But I love this series, by god, I love it and it's still my baby. And the first 3 parts are good, so read them.

#tess is kind of writing #ask #dream-about-dancing #fighting very very hard not to drop the mafia au #i'm just so fucking frustrated #but this was fun #reminded me that i have some stuff that i actually like #thanks anett! <3

[nonpoppie-archive]

Pacific Rim AU commission I did for @/sporadiceg on twitter!!

#tony stark #Steve Rogers #MCU #stevetony #pacific rim #stony #marvel #commission #nona tries to draw #god i swear people who pay me to draw stevetony you are my angels.. my babies... my cinnamon apples.. #AND A PACIFIC RIM AU!!!!!!!!! THE TASTE IS ASTRONOMICAL. PHENOMENAL. 5 FUCKING STAR #i cannot begin to tell you how much I enjoyed drawing this and how much i wanted to draw my own continuation of some kind #but since this is someone else's AU and i dont wanna step on any more toes. like last timedfhjfdg #i shall simply bask in the opportunity to have drawn ! them!!!! in The Suits #thinking about.... mindmelding angst once again........ #im THINKING #fury coming out of a helicopter to hunt for steve after he went missing after his last mission that cost bucky his life #steve meeting cocky ol tony stark who insists he can make a jaeger than can run with just him #and they have to like mindmeld in an emergency setting and WH O O PS #tony: noo dont learn about all the trauma and self-loathing i hide under a carefree asshole facade ur so sexy aha #steve at the same time: oh my god... to be perceived.... oh my god

[pineapplebread]

Can we talk about a Pacific Rim AU where Steve hasn’t piloted a jaeger in years and retired from public life since his last drift partner Bucky died on a mission? And then Fury calls him back to the Shatterdome when a new invasion attacks and he meets Tony? And they’re both sad and too gay to function but there are giant robots and aliens and soulmatism? Okay, buckle up:

Steve Rogers was part of the first groups of pilots for the experimental jaeger program headed by Nick Fury, Howard Stark, and Peggy Carter and sponsored by SHIELD. It was a group created to fight the threat of alien invasions that came out of a rift in the ocean floor, monsters called kaiju. Jaegers (giant robots) were built in response to fight these threats.

It was with Steve that they discovered that it takes more than one pilot to successfully run a jaeger, and with two minds joined with the robot, it is significantly more powerful and better controlled. The catch is that the pilots must be completely in sync with one another, or “drift compatible.” By being in the drift together, they have access to each other’s thoughts, memories, intentions, and it takes a lot of trust to drift.

Steve’s co-pilot is Bucky Barnes, his childhood best friend. Together they pilot Captain America, the most advanced jaeger of the fleet at the time. They’re one of the most successful teams, with the highest kaiju kill count. They become national heroes and are often sent out to take care of the most difficult and dangerous missions. 

On one such mission, everything goes horrifically wrong, and Bucky dies in action. Steve is devastated. They were still in the drift when Bucky was ripped out of the cockpit by the kaiju, and the severance of his mind where it connected with Steve’s nearly drove him crazy. It took everything he could to finish the kaiju and survive. After that mission and Bucky’s death, Steve swears he will never pilot another jaeger again, he can’t. He disappears from the public eye and lives a quiet life in the wilderness, until the day Nick Fury comes knocking on his door.

The invasions are coming in quicker succession, he’s told. SHIELD has lost many good pilots, and there are few who can do what Steve and Bucky did. He’s needed again. There’s a war to fight. It takes a lot to convince Steve, but it’s been over ten years, and while he still misses Bucky, maybe Steve can fight for the greater good again. He agrees to meet with Fury in the New York Shatterdome.

There, Steve meets young Tony Stark. He’s the son of the late Howard Stark who had co-founded the jaeger program (Howard and his wife were assassinated by anti-jaeger extremists who think the existence of jaegers invite kaiju invasions). Tony is the head of the Jaeger Advancement Research Venture Institution Syndicate and he’s rebuilding the old jaegers as well creating new ones with better weapons and defense. He created arc reactor technology to pilot new jaegers with more efficient clean energy. He got his hands on Steve’s old rig, Captain America and not only fixed her but made her a new shield with a magnetic return and better recoil as well as an updated AI system Tony built himself.

Tony is intelligent and sarcastic and ridiculous and Steve is painfully reminded of Bucky. Tony takes no shit and doesn’t pull his punches, and he’s sharp as a whip, but he’s also kind and understanding, and his big brown eyes are so sad. Steve can’t help but be drawn into Tony’s orbit but he can’t pay afford to attention to that because he needs to find a new partner and he was told Tony isn’t an option. He’s not a pilot.

Steve runs through a gamut of potential drift partners and none of them work. He’s not drift compatible with any of them. He misses Bucky, and he doesn’t think it’s possible to drift ever again. His mind is too loud to let anyone else in. Fury finds him more candidates. They aren’t compatible either. 

Meanwhile Tony has been on the sidelines taking notes to collect the data. Steve has a sudden idea, and maybe maybe maybe. Why not?  He wants to try with Tony. Tony recoils. He says no. “Apparently I'm volatile, self-obsessed, and don't play well with others.” 

The newest kaiju horde they named the Chitauri are at their doorsteps. Steve still doesn’t have a partner. He’s at a point where he thinks he’s just going to get into Cap by himself. At the last moment, as he’s suiting up for the final test run, Tony comes in and says he can try to see if a drift with Steve would work, but he warns him he’s not the kind of guy to lay down on the wire for others. Steve smiles and doesn’t believe him. 

They’re drift compatible. Their connection is stronger than anything Steve has ever felt and there are a few bumps in the road when they train, they often clash and they fight a lot, but this is it. This is the bond he’s looking for.

When they’re in the drift together, Steve realizes that Tony’s reservations about being a pilot are because his best friend, James Rhodes had been a jaeger pilot, now retired after his injuries. Tony had been in War Machine with Rhodes when the mission had gone horribly wrong and Rhodes was injured, resulting in the loss of the use of his legs. Afterwards, Tony became obsessed with building more powerful jaegers to keep his friends, and the world safe. Tony just wants to build suit of armor around the world.

They end up piloting Captain America together. The battle begins, and they’re part of the front line with Thor and Bruce Banner who copilot Thundering Hulk, and Natasha Romanov and Clint Barton who copilot Widow Archer. They almost all get destroyed in the first wave of the invasion. They survive, but just barely. 

After Steve is knocked unconscious during the initial battle, and they’re surrounded by Chitauri with no way out, Tony ejects Steve from the cockpit in a lifepod and stares down the horde himself. He still has a nuclear payload strapped to Cap but her autopilot function is shot, and there’s only one way to get the payload close enough to have any effect. Tony knows it’s going to be a one way trip but he needs to manually pilot into the portal the Chitauri had opened in the tectonic plates deep in the ocean and detonate it there. 

Somehow, Tony manages to send Captain America into the portal and just barely survives after ejecting in a lifepod at the last moment. The old jaeger is lost, but the mission is successful, and the nuclear detonation in the portal manages to close the wormhole and kill the remaining kaiju. 

On the surface, Steve regains consciousness thinks he’s just lost yet another driftmate and copilot when Tony’s pod bobs up in the water. Steve rips open the door of the pod to find Tony unconscious, and he fears the worst, but Tony wakes after CPR. After Tony says, “please tell me nobody kissed me,” Steve could weep with relief. 

Tony babbles, apologizing that he destroyed Cap, he’s sorry, he’ll rebuild her again, even better this time, but Steve doesn’t care. He’s just so happy Tony is alive, he hauls him in for a kiss, and for the first time in a long time, his mind quiets.

And Tony does rebuild Captain America. He adds rocket launchers, repulsors, and gold to her red, white and blue. Her new call sign is Iron Patriot.

#anyways this started on twitter but now i'm obsessed #i think tony is prob around 20 in this au #and steve is mb 30? #stony #superhusbands #stevetony #mcu #tony stark #iron man #steve rogers #captain america #pacific rim #pacific rim au #headcanons

[tunastorks]

When you drift with someone, you feel like there's nothing to talk about. 

 Pacific Rim au for SteveTonyTober Day 30 - Movies / Books (I know, its not october anymore but ya gurl got busy with typhoon prep for days)

also on Twitter

#stevetony #stony #steve rogers #tony stark #pacific rim au #souce: pacific rim #UGH I LOVE THAT MOVIE SO MUCH #and it fits stevetony so much #my art

[heli0s-writes]

V. Epoch*

Summary: The drift manifests in its silence and its steady flow, the path of their lives woven together and you’re another stitch added to the fabric of their tapestry. No use fighting it now; you know them. You’ll know them tomorrow. You’ll know them at the end of the world.

A/N: It’s here!! It’s finished!! I’ll be screaming for the next 30 years about it!! Thank you so much for reading, I couldn’t have done it without your encouragement :’) 4.7k words. 

Warnings: Intense smut (2p going into 1v yeah why did I--), slight angst, references to death and canon-typical violence. Language, as usual.

Trinity Epoch Masterpost

Steve’s been struggling since the limo. 

The car ride wasn’t enough by any measure. A lot of staring and mostly trying not to do too much or get too excited. Black out windows only meant privacy from those outside, and then the driver was an entirely different problem a flimsy partition couldn’t fix.

He burns through the entrance bay, curtly greeting anyone who chances a look his way and dodging every possible conversation. Volatile energy and the desperate need to have something in his hands, his fist closes beneath Bucky’s jacket, crumpling the shirt above the small of his back, guiding him towards the room.

He finally lets Bucky go with a tight “in”, nudging him past the door and pulling on you after, gesturing somewhere that’s not quite the bed, but near enough to make his point.

“This okay?” Bucky suddenly asks between the first and second button of his shirt, huge eyes concerned and peering at you. “This too much?”

“Sort of,” you reply, breathless at the sight of his skin beneath the collar. “You?”

“Sort of. Steve?”

Steve doesn’t respond with anything but seizing Bucky by the jaw and planting another one on him, then rucking the opened lines of fabric down to his forearms.

“Hell,” Bucky laughs weakly before conceding and losing the rest, a small blush climbing up his throat and cheeks. He shifts timidly under Steve’s ogling, and you’re no better. 

Bucky’s gorgeous, of course he is— lightly tanned torso, the strong lines of his muscles, even his scar tissue, vibrantly angry from the tinge of alcohol, looks like a gift ribbon.

“Pants, Buck,” Steve demands petulantly, hungry and impatient now that he’s gotten down to brass tacks, everything he’s tried to withhold from the world and himself strewn about and catching fire.

It’s the most wonderful thing— how he’s not a half-god at all; he’s not even close. He’s— so simply human. Greedy, jealous, excitable, fallible, simple. Human.

“You’re a fantastic mess, Steve,” you confirm affectionately.

He certainly looks it, blonde head in clumps of tangled hair, his cheeks, lips, nose all rosy pink. Sweet.

“I know,” he grins, and it could light up the Shatterdome. He touches the tender skin beneath your eyelids. “Not gonna cry again, are you?”

Bucky recalls a recent event of you hanging on his arm and sobbing. “You’re a real crybaby,” he adds, “Never would have guessed until last night.”

“Both of you, shut up.”

They happily do, smirking, looking at each other, hands inching closer until you’re chained like devotees in a prayer circle with the poor, tiny fucking bed as the smallest possible altar.

“Yes ma’am,” Bucky leans forward, brushing his cheek against yours, the bristles of his groomed beard tenderly scraping your face. He does it to the other side like a kitten lovingly marking its territory before his lips follow, sealing heat inside your skin.

Now that you’re out of a lurching vehicle and your grief-stricken head, he gives it to you long and sweet. He kisses you warm, gentle, effortless— like he’s dreamed it—like he’s done it all his life, his tongue tip caressing yours like an invitation for more discovery.

“Buck,” Steve murmurs on your shoulder, needing faster contact, more direct and overt. “Bucky,” he says again, firmer. He gets his fist in Bucky’s hair, pulling hard, and like Steve’s tuned him to the right frequency, Bucky’s pupils blow into black holes.

He moves highspeed, shucking your shirt from your torso, hurling it far like a detonating bomb. His jeans come off next, Steve’s boxers after. The drift’s connection materializes into tangible experience, humming of dripping sweat and lover’s spit, the heady smell of sex and the attentive manner in which they handle you, starved for more of everything.

You give it all up.

It’s both too fast and not fast enough, like the last step of a sprint just before the finish line-- adrenaline and instinct pushing through your veins to get there while the three of you fumble blindly, knocking into each other in efforts to feel.

Between frantic undressing and literally between them, you attempt to catch your breath. Head resting on Bucky’s shoulder, shoulder blades braced on his chest, you adjust in his grasp until you’re kneeling, and he starts tonguing the nape of your neck, scraping the first notch of your vertebrae with his teeth.

You feel the strength of Steve’s biceps, arching when Bucky reaches the middle of your spine. He traces the curve of your throat and collarbone, palms cupping your breasts, your ribcage, the soft curve of your waist, parting your thighs.

“Fuck, I’m hard,” Steve groans at the sight of you panting, of Bucky working you up, aroused and stooping to show you exactly how hard. And you knew—felt it last night beneath his sweats, but seeing it now, ramrod straight and pulsing on your pelvis, shiny with precome— 

“Me too,” admits Bucky, and it effectively turns you into a trembling disarray.

They’re fire hot when they slip between your legs. Thick, smooth velvet skin on skin, rubbing against each other, dragging damp stripes where they touch you. Words aren’t necessary but they speak everything on their minds like they can’t help it. Like a lifetime of curbed yearning has finally had enough of silencing itself.

Bucky’s vocabulary condenses to mere cursing while Steve’s a rushing torrent of praise. An entire waterfall of you look amazing, you feel so-fucking-amazing, stay just like that— your name and Bucky’s name exchanged rhythmically like verses of his favorite song.

You clench up each time his cockhead barely dips in, or when Bucky grinds against your clit, writhing for more friction, for someone to hurry up and put you out of your misery. 

Urgency makes you impatient, but knowing how you like a bit of teasing, and then an achingly good and slow slide home, Steve takes the lead until he’s buried, transfixed on your expression as he fucks his way in. 

It’s a splendid new face between pleasure and agony and he must be making it too because he’s never felt anything like this. You’re perfect on his cock—perfectly wet, perfectly fitted, moaning the sweetest melody. Then, Bucky replaces him after a beat, and the room arcs like electricity and pure energy.

“How’s— this?” Bucky asks, sounding just as wrecked as you feel, “Too much? Or— do you want more?” You short circuit, words tangled in your swimming vision, coming out as frail puffs of air.

“More,” Steve replies in your stead, thrusting with urgency. “Faster.”

“Faster?” Bucky checks, “I can do faster.” He picks up speed. “Harder, too.” He uses you as leverage, fingers curling hard over your hipbones. He says things like “Jesus,” and “fuck”, like he’s not the one sending you reeling out of your body— like he’s not the one making Steve crazy, either.

Steve isn’t letting Bucky take all the credit, however. He’s a fast learner, and soon enough they’re taking turns like a well-oiled machine, bottoming out each time, racing each other to be back inside, drinking in the way you tailspin into pleasure. 

There’s a chaotic sort of communication as Steve keeps demanding for Bucky to stay close, for you to hold on, and—your heart skips when he begs to feel both of you—for both of them inside at the same time.

“Yeah?” He asks, doe-eyed. As if you could say no to him. Of course, you want it. Christ, you want it, need it, you’d die for it.

“Yeah,” Steve says knowingly, “Okay,” and attempts a clumsy, mildly restrained guidance before overzealous fingers take control.

His golden hair is damp at the roots, wild as he sucks his fingers into his mouth. Then, he presses them to where Bucky’s rutting inside of you, feeling your stretched hole dripping down Bucky’s shaft.

One sinks in gently and Bucky hisses in your ear. You search for something to do, finally settling for reaching backwards and clasping your hands at the base of his skull. “Fuck,” he rasps out. Enthralled with how you squirm and pant, a tone of reverence overtakes him. “Jesus, that’s— fuck, you really like this."

Steve ducks down and licks up, spitting into his palm, working with determination until one becomes two and you and Bucky start shivering. He gets to three and you swear you’ve died and are just being marionetted by his fucking hand. Full already but his clever fingers keep twisting until he’s got enough room to stroke against Bucky, too.

“St-Steve,” you say. “My— god, it feels— ”

“It’s okay,” he replies, grazing Bucky to slow him, “Gotta work you up to it, gotta make it good for you.” He runs his tongue up the column of Bucky’s cock, making him jerk and bite your shoulder. Steve licks faster, harder, until he’s slanted and putting as much as he can between his lips. Then he sucks hard, loud, makes his way up to your clit, and it’s unbelievable.

He stays there a while more, listening to you and Bucky whimper before he ambles up, glossy and wet across his cheek, kissing you, kissing Bucky, and then he’s doing it—his dick, hot, wet with fresh precome and your own juices—missing once, twice, then—

“Oh—” you stutter in disbelief, airy light and clawing at him for anchor. His cockhead pushes behind Bucky’s shaft, slips its way up next, and then he’s driving himself inside of you like he’s always belonged there.

It’s a fever like rapture— passion like violence. Your atoms are splitting apart; you hardly even feel real. They hold onto you, fingers laced together, saying the same words, moving the same ways. When Steve kisses Bucky, you feel it, too, a tenderness in the pit of your heart. When Steve kisses you, Bucky makes the most gorgeous sound.

They’re everywhere and you’re jammed full of them, surrendered and claimed. Beautiful, enormous, rocking and opening you until they fit entirely, creating a fantastic and sore ache you’ve never experienced before. The noises they make plunging in and out are wet and filthy, so raw and sweet, and you won’t— can’t— last like this.

“You’re tight, sweetheart. So tight.” Bucky’s got the right idea when he mutters, “Fuck, Steve— easy.”

“Can’t—” his hips continue rolling, “‘S too good…” He’s kissing you sloppy, thighs constricting when he moves his hand to your ass and lower, holding the base of Bucky’s cock alongside his, eyes unfocused in pleasure and begging for more.

You could stay here forever, unraveled just like this, with them sunken so deep they’re your bones and blood, building you back up into something resplendent and new. Even though you’re pushed to near weeping, gnawing on your lip, only upright because they’re holding you so. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

More. More. More.

Goddamnit.

You burst apart without warning, smothering cries into sweat slick skin, and come shaking in their arms. Bucky’s wrapping himself over your back, grunting as they keep finding new ways to touch each other. Light slaps, hard grasps, Bucky’s thumb on the inside of Steve’s cheek, dragging his spit all over your nipples.

It doesn’t stop. It feels like one long orgasm that won’t ever end until they do. Your insides are fluttering madly, squeezing muscle and gushing wet slick.

Bucky edges closer and closer.

Steve takes a chunk of his hair again and he’s done for, pistoning in uneven motions, coming hard and loud before it turns faint, slowing his pace until it’s a mere lazy rubbing like habit, dripping down your thighs and between your knees.

“Buck,” Steve says in awe, fingers stroking the mess, “Buck… there’s so much— oh…” He catches it on his knuckles and brings it to his tongue like holy wine. Another hot catalyst for a new burst of momentum and he gasps, dick flexing before he shatters too, quivering through aftershocks with Bucky’s taste still in his mouth.

“Holy shit,” he says after another slow lick. “Holy shit…”

It’s mutual astonishment. You and Bucky gaze at him— his face bloomed open, red like a blossom, his lips, plump and shiny, his eyes slipping shut, breathing steady and satisfied.

It’s bliss. It’s filthy goddamn bliss.

-

“Let’s go shower,” he suggests later, when your legs stop feeling like jelly and they’ve somewhat cleaned up with the nearest dampened towel, “I don’t care if someone sees us.”

“Yes you do,” Bucky candidly responds. The three of you are propped up on the cold wall, a relief for blistering skins. Still sore from the fight, you realize it now that you’re not concerned with being screwed into the next century, endorphins settling to their regular levels and the pained places across your body has one more tacked on. Your roll your shoulder against the metal, groaning.

Steve kneads it carefully, thumbs working tired muscle as he argues, “No, I don’t. It’s the end of the damn world. Whatever we do for the public is out there, not here. Here, I’ve got you, and you, and… that’s all I care about.”

You know he’ll have more reason in a couple of hours, but he can’t be persuaded now. You move so he can get a spot by your side.

“We could die next week,” he continues, “I want to wash off. I can’t reach the middle of my back and I’ve been waiting for a good reason to shower with someone who can do it for me— and now I have two.”

Bucky snorts. “I could have done that for you anytime, idiot. Literally just ask.”

“No. You couldn’t have. I wouldn’t have been… wouldn’t have been able to function.”

Bucky whistles low and sly, “Whoo… horndog. How’d you make it all these years, huh? Thinkin’ bout my perky ass all lathered up.”

You pat Steve’s face, feeling his embarrassment, glad it’s finally resolved how it has. All those subdued emotions compartmentalized so austerely until he nearly convinced himself it was true. That loving could remain platonic and sterile, uncomplicated because he refused to complicate it. The sheer willpower of one, stupid, wonderful man.

A familiar sting rises in the back of your throat.

You’re thinking too much about the shower, about your own willpower and the hazards of love. Still naked with your hand on Bucky’s knee, his leg over your thigh, a second too long and you feel it— Natasha curled down so small at the bottom of the tiled corner, looking at nothing. Then looking at you, and you knew she wished you could have been nothing, too.

Ah, shit. Why now, out of all the times. Freshly fucked and not even recovered from it, buzzing all over, adored by two whom you also adore—and yet your brain still leads itself to her.

Bucky makes a move to console and scold, but Steve stops him with a question that speaks more like a declaration. He says, “You know why I had Fury pick you up?”

You sober at his blunt change in tone.

“I knew Natasha... met her lots of times and when the news broke about Anchorage, I figured her co-pilot’s gonna put the world through hell and back again for her. Gonna tear herself apart doing it because I would have.”

He goes quiet, his voice coming out small and pained, staring at his feet in contemplation. “But you didn’t. You just... fucked off. You protected yourself and you stayed safe, that’s why. I didn’t need another self-sacrificing hero—there were already two of us. You understand? I needed someone about their shit, who was going to look out for herself, and who was going to make me do the same.”

“I’m not calling you selfish,” he clarifies, “I’m calling you certain. I was falling apart, and I needed certainty. Six kills sure helped, but I would have taken you for a lot less. I knew it was right after we drifted. Knew everything about you then.”

“Sorry I told you I was gonna dig your corpse outta the ocean.” Bucky rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, impish, “I was falling apart, too.”

You trace the rugged seam of his prosthetic, gently brushing puckered scar tissue. “Yeah, well. You literally were.”

“Speaking of… how… are you doing? You know… Your—” he tilts his head toward your groin, nose scrunching up nervously, “Y’know.” You and Steve break out into fits of laughter, leaning into one another. Oh, Bucky. He’s got a lot to learn.

“I’m tough,” you reply with a wink, “Remember those stories that’ll put hairs on your chest?”

“Alright, shut up anytime. Now’s fine.” Bucky crosses his arms and promises, “You know what, next time we do this, I’m gonna rail you so hard.”

“Good luck,” Steve grins.

Levity subsides soon enough, languid silence coming to roost as they take each of your hands and the three of you listen to each other’s exhaustion. It’s way past bedtime now and you’ll have to wake in just a couple of hours to make it to breakfast. Your fatigue remembers the sleep it’s been short on, the wholesome rest you haven’t had in quite a while.

On your right, Steve blows a lock of hair from his forehead, looking up to the ceiling, “Jesus,” he mutters knowingly, “The last two days… you could write a novel.”

“Started so simple,” Bucky laments, yawning, “Char siu at The Jade Palace.”

“… Then we caught by the pap,” you follow, re-tracing your steps, head lolling onto his shoulder.

“You cried.”

“You kissed me…”

He nods along. “Steve fucked a model,” and Steve claps his hands over his face. “Let’s focus on the important things,” he deflects, “we killed a Kaiju.”

“Then Steve fucked you,” Bucky effectively ignores him, and it’s your turn to clap your hand over your face. It’s an even weirder round of pillow talk than the last, excavating the 48 hours. “We didn’t… fuck… we just… anyway, then you cried,” and Bucky makes a face of mock betrayal.

“Fury blackmailed all of us and now we’ll probably be trending for the next week.”

“And then Steve fucked again,” Bucky chimes at last, a little too eager like he’s saved the jab just for Steve. His smile is lopsided and shit-eating. Yeah, he definitely saved that one.

“Lots of fucking on your part, Stevie.”

“This is the worst…” Steve groans loudly.

“Is it?” Bucky’s foot grazes yours, knobby ankle bumping your leg. The three of you turn mute, letting peace settle again over that tiny bed and its damp covers smeared with new love. You pull the sheet up to your chest, huddling beneath flimsy cotton and nuzzle further into Bucky. Steve does the same, curving over you like a shield.

You think about the color red for Natasha’s hair. Her lips, the way she looked ripped through and torn from you, and how Bucky’s bandages seeped the same shade the first day you met. You think about the neon signs of Hong Kong, arrows pointing down dusky streets and lanterns swinging in the breeze. The call of evening cyphers as you followed him into the city.

You think about Steve’s chest heaving with anticipation, breaking out into that ruddy blush when he kissed you. About fire and devotion. About the bright burn in your core when they made you theirs. Even before tonight, maybe you’d been theirs for a while now and just hadn’t realized it.

The drift manifests in its silence and its steady flow, the path of their lives woven together and you’re another stitch added to the fabric of their tapestry. No use fighting it now; you know them. You’ll know them tomorrow. You’ll know them at the end of the world.

She’s fading. You want to hold her. You want to tell her so much. About everything that’s happened since she left. She’d be happy, wouldn’t she? You’re moving on, aren’t you?

A light touch collects your attention. Steve maps the edge of your hairline, to your eyebrow, to your cheek. He runs a path down to your jaw, smudging a tear you didn’t know had streamed out. 

“This is good,” he says fondly.

You etch them inside your heart, write them in the stars. Barnes and Rogers, Rogers and Barnes. Perfectly fitted.

“Yeah,” you sigh, “It’s good.”

-

It happens 4 months later on a leap day.

Strange fate on a stranger morning, and a staggering rush of déjà vu darts through you when the broadcast hits the mess hall at breakfast. The egg clinging to your spoon plops onto the table and Steve stops in the middle of chewing when he notices your concern.

“You okay?”

Bucky swallows a bite of toast, following your gaze sharply when someone whistles for louder volume on the TV.

The newscaster is heavily pelted with rain in the middle of Bristol Bay, yelling over the storm, trying to flinch as little as possible while the torrent beats down.

It’s much too close for comfort— just on the other side of the Aleutian Range. Some odd hours of walking in a Jaeger and it could be you, plummeting out of Decima to fall headfirst into sand and tears.

“The Category III, codenamed Knifehead, emerged this morning around 2. Anchorage pilots Yancy and Raleigh Becket were deployed in Gipsy Danger—” she cuts out for a second, crackling, “—we have confirmation now that the crew of a small fishing boat, after being pushed to safety by Gipsy, witnessed—”

He realizes too late when your face twist in anguish, connecting dots to the final picture: a storm in Anchorage, one drop and two kills, the Jaeger gone missing and reappearing on the coast a couple of hours later with only one pilot crawling out.

“Turn it down!” Bucky hollers before someone angrily throws the remote at him and his thumb goes sheet white forcing itself on the volume. You graze his shoulder gently, shaking your head.

“I’m okay, don’t worry.”

It hurts like hell and you’re visibly upset, but it’s not like you can afford to be hung up on every pilot death; they’re happening more lately than ever. The Jaeger Program’s triumphed to new heights, but you feel like the plateau’s in sight now, and that eventually you’ll be looking at the edge of a steep fall.

The marshal’s revealed more about the wall to you in confidence—construction planned for the end of 2020, the program slowly leeched until its termination only five years later. Yet now as you watch the camera panning out, precarious grip faltering inside a helicopter lashed with ocean wind, you know the first brick’s already been laid. It’s only February. It’s too early.

But pilots keep dying and Kaiju keep breaching. The PPDC must be taking steps.

“You think he’ll be alright?” Steve asks, “The Becket kid?”

They were deployed in 2017 after you left, so you’ve only heard of the brothers through media and rumor. Their story seemed standard issue as far as most pilots go, male ones particularly. The boys were young and rowdy. Skilled fighters, too. They’ve dropped at least one Category IV in a joint effort from what you recall.

“Dunno,” you say honestly, “I hope so.”

“You turned out alright,” Bucky says.

“I did.”

He contemplates the running marquee and rapidly appearing subtitles, Knifehead’s stats splayed there, red letters marking its early appearance as another strike to the increasing public panic. But the truth is, sometimes panic is necessary. Sometimes panic makes you vigilant. You hope that’s the case in 2025 when the wall goes up; you hope the living will fight back.

“They’re coming up stronger, aren’t they?”

“Yeah.”

He leans over to kiss you even though he’s supposed to be careful— Shatterdome’s full of eyes— but the table doesn’t spare his affection the slightest glance, used to it by now.

It’s not much of a secret after the last few months anyway, the return of Steve’s post-orgasm brain night after night making sure of that. He’s lobbed every single one of his fucks out the window, walking around with his arm around Bucky’s shoulder, hardly bothering to hide. How many times did poor Sam walk in on you changing in the men’s shower again? Steve’s bare ass strutting about— once, pinning you against a wall, riled up for round 2 or 3. 

Lots of fucking on Steve’s part, just like Bucky said.

Thankfully, the compound’s airtight. Fury’s grip is ironclad; no information goes in or out without his acute privy, and he’s announced more than once he’d trace any back to the source and that being a TMZ informant better be worth getting fired, blacklisted from working in Hong Kong, and having the burden of adding another reason to the downfall of the Program.

Orion’s not the first set of pilots to enter a relationship, nor is it the first secret the dome’s kept.

So Men’s Health continues featuring Steve on its covers, Bucky’s juggles a new reputation of being some kind of playboy along with a very publicized on-off relationship, and promoters keeps calling Pepper asking if you and Wanda are interested in sponsoring their nightclub.

She doesn’t even bother anymore, not after you volunteered to host your own DIY Youtube channel on how to erase dental records from police database. You retain the special privilege of engaging in events of your choosing simply because Pepper doesn’t want anybody educated on how to safely char their fingerprints off. Hah.

“Hill’s gonna make me eat a towel if I’m late,” Bucky says quickly, checking his phone. “Meet you for dinner?”

“Erik and I are going to the Children’s Hospital and reading books to the kids, I don’t think we’ll fight back through traffic in time.”

“Killmonger?” Bucky looks offended. “He’s all hands.”

You peek over a few heads, waving for Erik’s attention, “You all hands?”

“Why? Your man wanna catch ‘em?” He calls back without missing a beat, and Bucky frowns dramatically, mouthing I hate you before tilting his chin at Erik in apology. He’s gonna hand Bucky’s ass to him next basketball game because Bucky’s a lot of things, but he’s not even Sporty Spice, much less sporty, period. You shoot 3’s in your sleep better than he can.

It’s fun, getting to know all the things about him you didn’t see through Steve’s eyes.

“Get going, Buck,” Steve urges, then telling you “Don’t tease him,” when Bucky pouts his way out of sight.

You take his empty tray with a laugh and stack it over yours, standing up to dump them with Steve, and knocking elbows with Pietro in greeting. You playfully dodge deliberate looks from friends-- twinkly smiles and eyes at Steve waiting for you by the doorway.

“I’m really glad he likes flying.”

“I’m just glad Maria hasn’t snapped him in half.”

“Yet,” you correct, but you know it’s the right fit. Maria’s stern and capable, and Bucky’s done a tour of positions around the Shatterdome and liked being on the jumphawk crew best. He’s a science nerd through and through, but cross-referencing plots of data with Banner made him antsy and he simply cannot handle Tony.

He’d given up on piloting, announcing plainly one afternoon. His arm’s too much of a liability, and no matter how advanced the technology is, Shuri can’t say with 100% conviction that it won’t possibly interfere with the neural handshake in the middle of a crucial moment. It’d be going through two walls of brain signal—another layer to break and a chance Bucky wouldn’t risk.

No skin off his back. Orion’s got you, after all. The world is moving on, and he’s just doing the same. Things to do, jobs to complete. Might as well make himself useful because everyone else is.

As long as he was happy and sure, it wasn’t anyone’s place to convince him otherwise.

Footsteps are echoing down the hall, carts rolling noisily, at least one wheel on each violently spinning out of tempo. Forklifts blare reverse alarms, their drivers backing up to drop palettes into stacks. Bucky’s got three minutes before Maria kneecaps him, and you’re signed on for a couple hours in the simulation machine to train with Steve.

“Don’t be too long,” he says, nudging the door open and walking through, “Or else Thor’s gonna steal our window again, the shitheel.” He jogs ahead, picking up speed when he peeks Thor sauntering in the same direction, yelling, “No you don’t!”

You maintain your pace despite his rush, turning the wide corner and saying hello here and there with brief bits of Cantonese, mindful of your inflection lest you want to accidentally use the wrong word. You’ve learned a hundred new names and faces and know their schedules well enough to find where they are most times of the day through all kinds of chaos.

The Shatterdome’s a damn madhouse at 5:25 in the morning and the thought soothes you that it’ll stay that way to the very end: working, tireless, committed, and you will too. It’s lovely comfort, surrounded by two thousand people on the same mission-- two thousand you’re proud to say are becoming your family.

A few more steps and you arrive at your destination, having walked this detour for months.

At the front of the entrance bay, the war clock faithfully continues its tally, that awful click keeping pace toward the next critical event. You don’t know when it might be your last time seeing those numbers, so you’ve made a habit to stop each morning, silently asking for another day even though chances are you might not even outlive this one.

It’s how these things go, you’re well aware.

No more loss. Keep us safe. Let me stay. Even if it’s futile, it’s home with them. It’s good, with them.

You watch the flaps cycle for a few seconds more.

Then you move on, too.

#stucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #pacific rim au #marvel #fanfiction #smut #reader insert #steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes #steve rogers x reader

[artgroves]

Bucky?

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#Steve Rogers #Nomad #Stucky #Pacific Rim AU #Pursuit of the Whole #by sirsable #the author claimed this in caprbb and wrote a PacRim AU #you don't have to know the canon to enjoy this sci-fi kaiju-fighting fic

[deniigi]

What is your favorite headcannon right now? 😊🌺 I hope you find a pretty flower today! Thanks for writing such beautiful works!

Hi anon!

Thank you for the flowers, here’s to wishing them your way too!

Man, I wish I could give you a single headcanon, but actually, I figure that this is a good chance to talk about a fuckload of headcanons I’ve been dreaming up lately, which have to do with a Big Project I’ve been working on with some other folks that y’all might know.

I just got the okay from the others to share, so I’m VERY excited to say that myself, @cassettemoon (writer of the Antichrist Verse), @pomegranate-belle, and @petrichordiam are all working together on a Marvel/Team Red Pacific Rim AU.

Here’s some of the concept art from it so far:

And here’s a wee snippet from the first chapter (We’re trading off each chapter who’s writing what, so it’s my job rn to write Steve Rogers. @cassettemoon is writing our dearly beloved Peter, @petrichordiam is writing Johnny Storm, and @pomegranate-belle is keeping things human by writing Foggy and perhaps some other incoming characters).

Steve Rogers POV:

Four seats sat empty in two Mark IV jaegers.

But they weren’t being filled anytime soon.

The new pilots already had their own jaegers and they scoffed at the thought of climbing into anything new. They didn’t care how advanced Stark’s tech was.

They had their own.

Two jaegers. One they called ‘BB’ and the other ‘the Beaut.’ These alongside a multitude of thrown-together bots made from scraps of fallen metal soldiers.

The three Bs were manned by a set of four.

Two teams.

Fury went silent when the four were called down from their roosts at the Punisher’s orders.

Two teams.

Barton bolted up straight upon seeing one of the guys and gave a shout that brought the pilot’s shielded helmet snapping around his way.

This guy seemed to recognize Barton.

“That you, Birdbrain?” a gravely, muffled voice shouted.

“What the fuck, you ain’t dead yet, Devil?” Barton shouted back, laughing. “I coulda sworn you went down in Jersey.”

“I ain’t dyin’ in fuckin’ New Jersey,” the pilot snarled like there was no greater insult.

The kid in black and blue next to him laughed. Their arm was threaded through the vet’s. Steve frowned at it.

Did the vet have a limp? A war wound?

“Round this way, Murdock,” The Punisher barked. “Front and center for inspection.”

“Front and center for inspection,” Murdock mocked to his greenhorn. “Like this blockhead owns me.”

His greenhorn snickered again.

Wow.

Fury was going to nip that in the bud.

“WILSON,” the Punisher roared, catching Steve off-guard and sending his hands scrabbling for his ears. “GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE.”

A cackle replied to the directive.

A scrape and thud answered after a bit and led Steve’s eye over to a hulking pile of custom-made armor holding its hands up to the eyeshield of the Beaut.

“Give us a jump, babycakes,” Wilson called up in a salacious tone. “Don’t worry, Papa’ll protect that ass of yours from—”

He didn’t finish because whoever was up there nailed in him the head with what appeared to be a mini-O2 tank. “FRANK,” this body roared, ducking out from his jaeger’s eye shield. “I WANT OUT.”

“You ain’t gettin’ it, kid. I told you there was no takes-backsies,” The Punisher snapped back. “Front and center. Now.”

He sniffed and turned back to Fury’s blank stare.

The kid up by the Beaut’s eyeshield threw his back two birds, then sprayed something down at Wilson when he got up that sent him cursing and grabbing at his helmet.

“Professionals,” Fury said slowly.

The Punisher hummed. “Get ‘em in their bot and they’re worth their weight in gold,” he said. “You’ll be sittin’ on a well of talent, so long as you can put up with the bullshit in the meantime.”

So yeah. I have a head crammed full of Pacific Rim headcanons right now anon, ranging from a Steve Rogers & Karen Page & Foggy Nelson blond dream team, to Peter and Bucky and a lot of other pilots all bound by a certain (secret) condition, all singing the same song with the same wrong lyrics over the comms while everyone else begs them to shut the fuck up.

It’s so much fun.

It’s going to be so good. Hopefully we’ll be able to get the first few chapters up for y’all to read soon.

Anyways, yes.

Pacific Rim AU headcanons are my fave rn. Thanks so much for asking ❤

#fic #pacific rim au #we gotta come up with a NAME GUYS #how'd we forget the NAME #whatever #we'll get there #just some sneak peeks: we've got a stark/banner team trying to drift with a kaiju #a curious-cat karen page trying to get in trouble at the shatterdome #a very sweet steve rogers chasing after a drift-drunk bucky barnes #and peter hellbent on getting his hands on a kaiju brain #it's a riot #join us soooooooon

[writewithurheart]

Summary: How to save the world inside a tin can. 

Humanity is under attack from alien monsters known as Kaiju. The only thing that stands in their way are piloted robots known as Jaegers. As the war against the Kaiju continues, finding two pilots able to work in tandem is becoming troublesome. To help create the perfect team Nick Fury pulls in a washed up old pilot in the hopes that they won't just fight the Kaiju, but stop them permanently by sealing the breach between their worlds.

A Wintershieldshock Pacific Rim AU 

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I realized I didn’t share when I updated the other day for the first time in a year. I’m still not sure what this thing is, but enjoy! 

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#darcyland #wintershieldshock #darcy lewis #steve rogers #bucky barnes #pacific rim au #yeah #i have no clue what this is #or where it came from #welcome to the insanity that is isolation

[tempestaurora]

anyway i posted a steve-centric fic this morning about him facing his decision of whether to go back and spend his life in the forties with peggy or stay in the present for the people he has now and it’s been reviewed as ‘so SOFT’ and ‘good’ so i think you should read it

#mcu #steve rogers #marvel #bethany talks #im just saying #everytime i do somethign slightly different its like yall forget that u trust me with fic #like i do a pacific rim au and ur like i dont trust her anymore despite enjoying hnah and wayward sons #like TAKE A CHANCE ON MEEEEEEEEEE #its just soft and a little sad but also hopeful #gimme a chance lads