metatron-the-transformer

[metatron-the-transformer]

How will we survive his silver fox era?! SUPERNATURAL | 3.08 (2007) BIG SKY | 2.18 (2022)

[metatron-the-transformer]

"Got You" - Digital Oil Painting

My headcanon is that Cas is listening for baby Jack in the other room.

Please see the pinned post at the top of my Tumblr for my links if you'd like to help support me in saving for a safe place to live!

[metatron-the-transformer]

"Cozy Kisses" - Digital Oil Painting

I wanted to paint something cozy and sweet.

Please see the pinned post at the top of my Tumblr for my links if you'd like to help support me in saving for a safe place to live!

[metatron-the-transformer]

Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans in ’Avengers: Infinity War’, (2018). Dir. Anthony and Joe Russo.

+

[metatron-the-transformer]

STUCKY and the SHIELD

[metatron-the-transformer]

Monday the Movie coming soon!!

[metatron-the-transformer]

“In the beginning God created the earth, and he looked upon it in His cosmic loneliness.”

[metatron-the-transformer]

[metatron-the-transformer]

2,222 words for 2,222 followers

(art credit to @lamthetwickster​)

Darcy is entirely too cheerful for a cold and dreary December day and Bucky isn’t having any of it. It had snowed the night before. Not enough to be pretty—just enough to be annoying. Which had made getting to work this morning more treacherous than usual. 

“Come on, everyone! It’s time to choose your Secret Santa name,” she announces as she traipses through the office. “To the conference room!”

Bucky groans and reluctantly gets up and makes his way to the conference room. This is so not what he wants to be doing. He hates forced camaraderie. It’s one thing to share a cake for a birthday, it’s another thing entirely to be compelled to participate in the office’s Secret Santa. 

Keep reading

[metatron-the-transformer]

Steve works on the daily overdraft report when Mr. Barnes enters the bank. 

Sigh. 

Mr. Barnes. To say that Steve harbors a crush for him is putting it mildly. It’s only natural. Mr. Barnes is one of the most recognized - and good-looking - figures in town. He’s the owner of Barnes Pharmaceuticals, the largest such company on the east coast. He’s a single father to his daughter, his wife having died in a car accident several years ago. 

Steve straightens up as Mr. Barnes makes his way to Steve’s desk. Steve stands, and holds out his hand for Mr. Barnes to shake. Steve tries not to be too self-conscious of his smaller frame in front of Mr. Barnes’ large one. Mr. Barnes is an imposing figure, impeccably dressed, and Steve wishes he could take a Klonopin to calm his nerves. 

“Steve. Good to see you,” Mr. Barnes says, shaking his small hand. 

“You, too, Mr. Barnes.” 

“Please, call me Bucky.” 

Steve makes a gesture for him to sit as Steve sits himself. “What can I do for you today?”

“I need to set up a savings account for my daughter.” 

“Absolutely. I can do that for you.” Steve reaches into the drawer next to him to pull out the necessary paperwork. 

“And I’d like to set it up so that it drafts a thousand dollars a week from my personal checking into her savings account.”

As Steve begins to fill in the sheet, he says, “I wish you were my daddy and put money into my account.” And he freezes. Did he just say that out loud? Fuck. 

“What was that?” Bucky asks in a tone that suggests he simply didn’t hear him. 

“Nothing, sorry,” Steve says. He feels his face flush with heat as he avoids Mr. Barnes’ eyes. He pulls up the program he needs on his computer and takes care of the transaction efficiently and with no more fuckups. 

“I’ll be right back,” he says. He takes the transaction over to the teller’s stations to complete it. On the way back to his desk, his eyes meet Mr. Barnes’ and Steve gives just the faintest hint of a smile. Maybe he’ll get out of this situation with his dignity intact. 

“There you go,” he says, handing the receipt to him. “Oh, I just need one more signature.” He points to the spot on the paper which Mr. Barnes signs in his elegant text. “Thank you. Is there anything else I can do for you today?” 

“I think that’ll do it,” Mr. Barnes says, standing. “Thank you, Steve.” He claps Steve gently on the shoulder, leans into Steve, so that only he can hear and says, “I’ll call you later on the whole daddy thing.” 

He turns and walks out the door without a single glance back, leaving Steve standing there, dumbfounded.

#stucky #banking kink

[metatron-the-transformer]

Meet cutes. My favorite snack!

@buckybarnesbingo Title: Hot, Triple Venti, Soy, Sugar Free Hazelnut Latte Collaborator: none Square Filled: Barista Ship: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Rating: General  Major Tags: Meet Cute Summary: Bucky has a crush on the guy at the drive through. Word Count: 578

~oOo~ 6:45. 

He’ll be here any minute. Bucky’s favorite customer of the day will be coming to the drive through soon. He knows the guy’s order by heart - hot, triple venti, soy, sugar free hazelnut latte - and has the cup ready for him, knowing he’ll be there shortly. He just wishes he knew the guy’s name. The drive through means no name on the cup. 

“It’s a great morning at Starbucks. This is Bucky. What can I get started for you?” Bucky says into the mic as the next car rolls up. He doesn’t pay attention to the car in the camera. 

“Morning, Bucky,” the familiar voice says. 

Bucky smiles. “Let me guess: hot, triple venti, soy, sugar free hazelnut latte?”

“Actually, I’m spicing it up a little today. I’ll have a hot, triple venti, pumpkin spice latte. Extra whip” 

“It’s August,” Bucky teases. 

“Someone told me I should step out of my comfort zone,” the man says. 

“Can I get you any breakfast this morning?” He never gets breakfast even though Bucky always asks. 

“A slice of pumpkin bread?” 

“You really are branching out today. Come on around for your total.” 

“Thank you.” 

There are three cars ahead of Hot Guy, and Bucky gets a little more excited with each passing vehicle. “Hey, there,” he says when the man pulls up. “That’s $14.84.” The guy hands over his card which Bucky processes. “You doing okay, today?” 

“I am, Buck. How about you?” 

“Good, thanks. Big plans for the day?” He leans out of the window and hands the guy his pastry. Their fingers brush, and Bucky tries not to jolt too much at the contact. 

“Just work. Maybe dinner out. We’ll see.” 

“Sounds good.” He reaches behind him for the coffee cup his fellow barista placed there for him. “Here you go. See you tomorrow?” 

“Of course,” the guy says, dropping a tip in the plastic box on the window. “Bye, Bucky.” And he drives off. 

Seven o’clock is when the morning really gets going, so there’s a steady line of cars at Bucky’s window for the next two hours. Being so busy makes the time go by quickly, though, so he doesn’t mind. 

When a small break in the line finally happens, his supervisor takes the tip box to empty into the safe so they can divy it up when the shift ends. He’s back in a moment and hands Bucky a piece of paper as he places the box back on the velcro that holds it in place. 

Bucky leans back on the counter and looks at the folded paper that has his name written on it. He opens it and reads:

Hey Bucky - 

I hope you have time for dinner tonight. I’d love to take you out. 7pm at Hops. 

Steve

AKA hot, triple venti, soy, sugar free hazelnut latte

His number is scrawled underneath. Bucky sucks in a breath. He can’t believe it. He knows the guy’s name now. AND he asked Bucky out. Does he have time to go home and shower after his shift? He thinks so. 

He quickly pulls out his phone and texts Steve. 

B - It’s Bucky. 7pm at Hops. I’d love to. 

The reply is almost immediate.

S - I’ll see you there. 

Bucky does a fist pump and pockets his phone as the next car comes up to the drive through. 

“It’s a great day at Starbucks. This is Bucky. What can I get started for you?”

#jini writes #stucky #meet cute

[metatron-the-transformer]

Steve and Becca hang out in her room playing Plants vs. Zombies together on her PS4. They’re trying to make it through to the Zomboss with as many of their lives intact as possible. 

“Look out!” Becca warns. “I see it!” Steve replies, deftly out maneuvering the zombie on his left flank. He’s not quite as quick and he loses his last life as a zombie gets him from behind. “Dammit. Fight the good fight, Becca. I’m gonna get something to drink. Want a soda?” 

“No, I’m good,” she says, staring at the screen. “Die zombie scum!”

Steve chuckles and makes his way downstairs to the kitchen. He’s been to her house enough that he feels comfortable raiding the fridge on his own. Her parents seem to like him, probably more because he isn’t a threat to their baby girl. Steve is small for his age with a few health ailments. Not to mention he’s gay, so he’s allowed in her room when her parents aren’t home. 

He’s bent over, looking for a soda, spying one in the back of the fridge. As he reaches to grab the bottle, he hears a rustling behind him. Must be Becca’s mom coming home from work. He’s ready with a “Hi Mrs. Barnes” to greet her, but as he stands and turns, the words die on his lips. 

Standing there is a boy, older than he and Becca, with piercing blue eyes, a shock of brown hair, and a lithe body clad in a white t-shirt and skinny jeans. This must be Becca’s older brother, Bucky. 

“Hey,” Bucky says. 

“Hi.” Why didn’t Becca mention her brother was so hot?

“Who’re you?”

Steve swallows. “Steve. I’m a friend of Becca’s.” 

“Mom and Dad know you’re up in her room?”

“I’m gay.”

Bucky’s eyes narrow. “Izzat so?”

“Yeah.” 

Bucky’s eyes rake down Steve’s body, making him nervous. Is Bucky going to punch him for being in Becca’s room? Steve takes a step back and collides with the fridge. A magnet digs into his back. 

Bucky takes a step forward. He seems to enjoy watching Steve squirm. In fact, he sidles up to Steve and places his forearm on the fridge over Steve’s head. He looks down at him with a look that can only be called lecherous. 

“You like suckin’ cock, Stevie?” Bucky asks. He licks his lips for good measure. Steve doesn’t answer him, so he keeps going. “Wrapping your lips around the head, flicking the slit with your tongue, swallowing it down.” 

The noise that Steve lets out can only be called “undignified.” He closes his eyes, willing Bucky to go away. It doesn’t work. Bucky is still there, and Steve is horrified to realize he’s half hard. He can’t go back to Becca’s room like that. 

Bucky’s other hand reaches down and cups Steve’s cock through his jeans. “Yeah, you like the thought of that, don’t you, sweetheart?” Steve exhales and nods, god help him. “You like being eaten out?” Steve’s eyes dart up to Bucky’s. “Lap at your hole, making it all sloppy with my spit. Watch it drip down your taint.” 

Steve shudders at Bucky’s words. His traitorous dick fattens up to full hardness. He’s going to die. He’s going to die right here in his best friend’s kitchen. He’s certain of it. 

“I’ll steal your number from Becca’s phone and take you out before I fuck you. Treat you real nice, like you deserve. Sound good, sweetheart?”

Steve nods. 

Bucky pulls away from Steve. “Hi, Mom,” he calls, staring Steve down. 

Steve manages to break the spell and sprint halfway up the stairs before Mrs. Barnes catches him. He heads to the bathroom next to Becca’s room to will away his erection. He drops his pants and places the cold soda on his junk over his underwear. It takes a minute, but it works. He washes his hands and exits the bathroom. 

“What took you so long?” Becca asks him. 

“I ran into Bucky,” Steve says. 

“He’s such a jerk. Did he bother you?”

“No.”

“Good. I’d have to kick his ass,” she says. “Come on. I’m getting close to the Zomboss!” 

Steve picks up the controller and jumps back into the game, but he’s distracted thinking about her brother.

[metatron-the-transformer]

BUCKY BARNES in CAPTAIN AMERICA: CIVIL WAR

[metatron-the-transformer]

Cheers, boys!

Steve is nervous. More nervous than he’s been in a while. He’s pretty sure the only person he’s going to know at this party is Sam. And that’s going to suck. But, he promised Sam he’d come, so here he is, trudging up the stairs to Sam’s apartment wearing his best dress shirt and khakis. He hopes he’s not too out of place with the other people. 

“Steve!” Sam says, opening the door. “So glad you could make it. Come on in!” He drapes his arm over Steve’s small frame and drags him inside the apartment. 

He leads Steve over to the bar counter where he’s got three colors of plastic cups set up - blue, green, and orange. Steve is about to grab an orange one, but Sam stops him. 

“Careful there. Make sure you take the right one,” Sam says. He points to the paper towel underneath the stacks. 

Steve reads the words written there in Sharpie and sighs. “Really, Sam?” Under the blue stack is written TOP, under the green stack is VERS, and under the orange is BOTTOM. 

“What better way to break the ice?” He claps Steve on the back, sending him forward a step.  

Steve sighs and takes a blue cup, filling it with whatever alcohol is in the punch bowl. He knows he doesn’t look like a typical top - he’s only 5’7” and scrawny - and all the guys he’s dated (if he can call it that, one and done isn’t really dating) assume he’s a twinky bottom. He guesses it’s better to know up front. He shrugs and finds a wall to lean against. 

He looks around the room and confirms he doesn’t know anyone else at the party, so he just sort of resigns himself to standing in a corner all night and watching from the shadows. No reason to get your hopes up. 

It’s about a half hour later when it happens. 

Steve spots the man as soon as he comes through the door. Tall, long hair pulled back into a ponytail, a chest that the man’s henley barely contains, blue eyes, and a bit of scruff. He’s easily five or six inches taller than Steve. He’s beautiful. 

Steve scoffs. Like he has a chance. A guy like that is a top. Maybe, maybe a vers. 

He watches as Sam explains to him the cup system. The man laughs and Steve watches as the corners of his eyes crinkle, and Steve now has some new spank bank material for the next few weeks. He stares as the man looks at the cup colors and chooses an orange one. 

The guys is a bottom. Holy shit. 

Steve watches discretely as the man surveys the room, Steve assuming he’s checking for people he knows, just like he did when he first arrived. Steve stares into his cup and takes a sip, willing the man to talk to him. Steve already knows he’s not going to make the first move. 

The man stops near the only woman at the party. They hug and exchange pleasantries. Steve feels a little jealous, and his hand tightens around his cup. The side of the cup caves with a pop, but he manages not to spill any liquid. That would’ve been embarrassing. He gives the sides of the cup a squeeze to pop it back out. 

He’s just about made up his mind that he’s going to leave, when he looks up and sees the man crossing the room towards him. Steve sucks in a breath as he feels heat rush to his cheeks. 

“Hey,” the man says as he leans on the wall next to Steve. 

“Hey.” 

“I’m Bucky.”

“Steve.” 

“Nice to meet you, Steve.” Bucky clinks cups with Steve and takes a sip of his drink. “How do you know Sam?”

Steve prays he doesn’t trip over his tongue. “We, uh, we went to college together.” 

“Cool.”

“What about you?”

“Sam’s my gym buddy. We work out three times a week.” 

And if that doesn’t just put a picture into Steve’s head. Bucky in workout clothes, maybe a pair of bike shorts and a tank top, all sweaty from lifting weights, because this man has to lift, with his bulk. And there goes more material for the spank bank. Steve just gulps in response. 

“I couldn’t help but notice your cup,” Bucky says leaning down a little so only Steve can hear him. 

“Y-yours, too.” Steve nods his head towards Bucky’s own cup. 

“How about we spend maybe fifteen more minutes for appearance’s sake, and then we get out of here?” He looks down at Steve and winks. Winks at him, and what is Steve supposed to do with that?

“I, uh…I’d like that,” is what finally comes out of his mouth, and he can hardly believe what he’s saying. 

“I thought you might.”

#stucky #jini writes #steve rogers #bucky barnes

[metatron-the-transformer]

The hottest photos of Sebastian Stan. I can see them for hours and not get tired of them. It's so perfect! I know there are many other very handsome male celebrities, but Sebastian has something that makes him unique and special. Damn! 👀😍🤤

[metatron-the-transformer]

Steve sits in the doctor’s office waiting on the PA to show up and tell him whether or not he’s fractured his arm. He’d tripped over his own two feet and wound up falling, putting his arm out to stop his fall. There’s no obvious break in his arm, but he felt immediate pain when he landed. He supposes it’s good enough that he didn’t break his fall with his face. He’d hopped on the train, cradling his arm, to head to the local orthopedic emergency care place. 

He’s been through the usual rigamarole that they put you though: height, weight, current meds, etc. The nurse had at least been sympathetic. The x-ray tech that came and got him was more perfunctory than personable. He hopes the PA is as nice as the nurse had been. 

He looks at his watch again. It’s been fifteen minutes since he’s been back from x-rays. His arm throbs with a dull pain. He’s pretty sure a bruise is starting to bloom, too. At least it’s not his dominant arm. Small favors and all. 

Another few minutes and there’s finally a small knock on the door, followed by it opening. “Knock, knock,” the voice says. 

“Yeah,” Steve responds, sitting up straighter. 

“Steve? Hi. I’m Bucky.” 

“Hey,” he manages to get out. Bucky is beautiful. There’s no other way to describe it. Steel blue eyes, a scruff of a beard, long hair pulled back into a bun, and an intricate sleeve tattoo on his left arm that stops at the wrist. The scrubs he wears show off his beefy torso perfectly. Steve might be a little bit in love. 

“So, tell me what happened,” he says, sitting down on the rolling stool and rolling closer to Steve. When Steve is done relating the story, Bucky holds out his hand for Steve’s arm. He tenderly squeezes right where the pain is, and Steve flinches. “Yep. There it is.” 

He lets go of Steve’s arm and turns around to the computer behind him, pulling up Steve’s x-rays. “You’ve got a hairline fracture of your ulna. That’s the skinny one.” He places the point of his pencil on the screen.

He points to a spot on the x-ray and Steve strains to see it. He’s not even sure it’s there at all. “You sure? I don’t see it.” 

Bucky laughs. “Trust me, it’s there.” After a second, he adds, “Come here. You can see it better.” He scoots the stool over so Steve can fit into the space with him. 

Steve stands and takes a half a step to the counter, looking at where Bucky’s pencil points to on the x-ray. “Oh, yeah. There it is,” he says, finding the tiny spot on the film. “So, what do we do about it?” He turns to Bucky as he says it, and their faces are right next to each other. For a moment, they’re even sharing the same air. Steve’s eyes flick down to Bucky’s mouth and then back up. Steve clears his throat and sits down. 

Bucky spins the stool to face Steve and places his elbows on his knees. Steve unconsciously sinks down a bit in the chair to meet him at his level. 

“Since it’s just a hairline fracture, I’m going to give you an immobilizer cast that you keep on at all times except for showering, and I want to see you in two weeks.”

“What about Friday night?” Steve asks before he can stop himself. “Sorry,” he says, ducking his head to avoid Bucky’s gaze. 

“I’m not allowed to date a patient,” Bucky says, but Steve can tell without even looking at him, there’s a bit of mirth in Bucky’s voice. 

“Yeah, I -”

“But I could get you in with either Dr. Banner or his PA, Wanda. So long as you don’t see me at your next visit” 

Steve looks up, a giant smile on his face. “Yeah. I could do that.”

Bucky smiles back. “It’s a date.”

#stucky #fluffy #brokearm mountain

[metatron-the-transformer]

Bucky sleeps on the sofa, his metal arm over his head, the other resting on Alpine who is curled up on his chest. 

It’s a sight that makes Steve’s chest swell. He never in a million years thought he’d get to have this. He’d spent five long years without Bucky after The Snap, and he was damned if he was ever going to be more than five feet away from him for the rest of their lives. 

Steve sets down the basket of laundry and pulls out his phone to get a quick snap of his sleeping husband. He forgets that he never turned off the camera’s shutter noise, and the sound makes Bucky stir. 

“What time is it?” he asks blearily. 

“Almost four.” 

Bucky starts to move, but stops as he realizes Alpine is still on his chest. “Why didn’t you wake me?” 

“You needed the rest.” Steve sits on the sofa by Bucky’s hips and scratches Alpine on the head. “Good kitty.” 

“Want me to start dinner?” Bucky’s metal arm comes around and he places his hand on Steve’s thigh. 

Steve picks up the hand and plants a kiss on the palm. “Meat’s marinating and will be ready for the grill by five.” 

“You’re gonna spoil me, Rogers.” 

“That’s the plan, Buck. I’ve lost you too many times to take you for granted.”

Bucky shifts a little and Alpine takes her cue and hops off his chest. “Bye, kitty,” he says. He’s about to get up, but Steve is suddenly on him, smothering Bucky’s body with his own. Bucky lets out an oof but smiles and wraps his arms around his husband. 

Steve brushes some of Bucky’s long locks off his forehead and leans in for a chaste kiss. “How hungry are you?” Steve asks when he pulls back. 

“I mean, I could eat,” Bucky replies as he cocks an eyebrow. “Got something else in mind besides dinner?” 

“Wanna fool around and order in?” 

Bucky rolls his eyes good naturedly, and his hips up for good measure causing Steve to groan. “I could be persuaded.” 

Steve kisses him again and rolls off the sofa and starts for the kitchen. “I’ll put the steak back in the fridge and meet you upstairs.”

“Hey, Steve?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

#stucky #tooth rotting fluff #the world needed this