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darsynia · 1 year

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Shipping and Handling | Ch 2: Urgency

(Stucky x Reader slow burn, Steve x Reader fast burn, Friendship all around)

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Summary: There’s a chance you and Steve aren’t the only people dealing with the strange chemical bond from Mistress, so you agree to submit to daily tests that should help Dr. Banner figure out what’s happening, and maybe how to stop it. The problem? Seeing each other every day brings a new set of side-effects that both of you hide from each other and Banner until things come to a head– not just for the two of you, but also for the man who has to deal with you: Bucky Barnes. Length/Warnings: 3,028 / sexual situations Prompt: @allcapsbingo April Adoptable: Sex Pollen ((I know, right??))

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Steve’s expression turns sheepish. “I was trying to persuade him to walk you out.”

“Let me guess, he was doing the same?”

He nods. The elevator protests the doors remaining open, and he murmurs some kind of command that changes the red color to green.

“You could escort me down?”

“That’s probably a bad idea,” Steve says solicitously. There’s a light in his eyes that sends a thrill along your spine, and you almost wish you could push him to change his mind-- but then you remember how important it is to figure out what the hell Mistress is doing to the many people exposed to it every day. Encouraging Steve Rogers to take an elevator ride so you can stand near him and wish he would kiss you is probably not furthering the cause of science.

Chapter Two: Urgency

In retrospect, inviting you over for dinner has clearly made things more complicated, not less. Bucky had figured you’d show up, they’d order food, and then the three of you would have an uncomfortable but necessary conversation (one he’d get to enjoy observing, which would make up for the awkwardness).

Instead, he’s barely holding in his amusement at the way things have devolved into an R-rated I Love Lucy episode.

In a strained voice, you observe, “The connections are hopelessly stretched. You’ll probably need a whole new stove.”

Bucky just nods.

“It’s actually kind of impressive, the way the metal crocheted with the cotton in this tea towel withstood the stress like that.”

He clears his throat to cover his need to laugh, but the sound ends on a wheeze.

“Damnit, what?”

“You practically knelt down in front of him. Take pity, will you Doll?”

Bucky only realizes the endearment after he’s said it aloud, and to minimize the damage, he clenches his jaw and twists his lips into an inconsequential smile.

It doesn’t work.

“You’ve never called me that before,” you say, your lovely eyes lit with surprise and something else, something he shouldn’t be looking for.

Gruffly, he says, “Really?” It’s a shut-down tactic, because people are much less likely to elaborate on something they’re uncertain over. He maximizes its effect by leaning down to examine the oven door, which is indeed fucked.

“Really. I liked it, don’t worry.” Your voice is soft. “Looks like you’ll be needing these menus, I doubt the stove is kitchen rated with the door off! Come on, I’m sure Steve is going to be hungry when he shows back up.”

Are… you joking about what Steve’s doing in his room right now? Bucky lunges over to block your way out of the kitchen. The shirt you’re wearing smells like the detergent he and Steve use, and something about smelling Steve on you sends heat straight to his groin.

He really should’ve punched Banner, too.

“What?”

“Are you sure you want everything out in the open?” You look at him, uncomprehending, and Bucky’s a hypocrite, because there’s no way any of what he’s been thinking about lately can be in the open.

You’re shaking your head at him. “I don’t--”

He grips the doorframe so tightly it gives a little under his metal hand. “Steve is jerking off in there. He’d only do that while we’re waiting out here because he has to. If he comes out here and you make a comment like that, he’ll feel guilty for--”

“--weeks. Maybe forever. Shit.” you interrupt. He pushes off from the door to let you pass, and you continue; “Banner seemed certain that the… intensity was because we’d spent those two weeks apart, but this is--” You break off and drop the pile of menus on the dining room table with a long-suffering sigh. “I’m really worried it’s going to be untenable, but then I remember all the people out there this could happen to, you know?”

Bucky nods toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms, where Steve is probably touching himself right now. “Is that the ‘untenable’ you’re talking about?”

Your face wrenches in embarrassment, eyes closed, and you nod.

Because he doesn’t want to go through this whole ordeal without some amusement at his own expense, he says, “There are two bedrooms, if you need to borrow mine? You know where it is.”

Your eyes pop open, and you suck in a breath, tightening the blue shirt enough that he can see your nipples are hard. Then you smack him hard on the right arm.

“The look on your face! Stop fake-leering at me, asshole, I was already worried about that!”

That was close. “Worried about what?”

“Well I got to thinking, it’s not like the combined pheromones are inert, right? So anyone who spends time around the two of us could get hit with them. Hell, maybe even the solo ones we were making might be able to--” You retreat to the other side of the table like you need the fortitude of distance. “You’ve still been able to achieve-- I mean… Have you?”

“Roll that back. You think that stuff could turn me as horny as the two of you?”

You wince. “Promise me you’ll tell me if anything changes? For science?”

“I promise,” Bucky says. He is affected, but nothing whatsoever has changed.

“And you can still…”

He raises his eyebrows and pretends not to understand.

“Bucky!” Your exasperation is not a deterrent at all.

“Just spit it out.”

“Can you come?”

He cannot resist. “Come where?”

“Oh my God, I cannot believe you!” Instead of stomping off to cool down, you march right up to him and grab the loose sides of the dress shirt he’s wearing on top of his tee. “I am asking you if you can orgasm, you monumental dickhead!”

Maybe the pheromones you and Steve are emitting are doing something, because a number of inappropriate things leap immediately to mind.

He chooses the least offensive of the five. “Pretty sure I can, but I’m willing to go try right now, if it’s that important to you.”

Steve speaks up from the hallway before you can vocalize the affectionate fury Bucky sees written all over your face. “Everything okay?”

Steve’s hairline is wet, like he’d stepped into the bathroom to splash his face with water, and his own shirt is untucked. By now, Bucky’s used to steeling himself against his attraction to Steve, but he’s not used to being so close to someone who can figure out what he’s thinking before he shoves it away. Your hands tighten on his shirt, and when he looks back at you, there’s understanding in your eyes.

Understanding and guilt.

Carefully, you reach up to adjust Bucky’s collar as if that’s what you’d been doing all along, patting at his chest maternally before stepping away. “Starting to think you had Steve help you dress before you’d show up at the restaurant for those 40’s nights,” you tease.

Shit. Shit. Are you trying to-- Shit.

Across the room, Steve’s body language is stiff, and he adopts a false joviality that has Bucky screaming in his own head at the multitude of misunderstandings.

“Are you kidding? He snuck out! Probably didn’t want me to ask why he was wearing all that leather on a weeknight.” A second later, Steve waves his hand in embarrassment and comes over to the table. “That came out like I was implying he dresses in leather on the weeken--”

“Stop!” Bucky groans. “I’m starving and the two of you are nuts. Pick something and order, would you?” He walks off toward the window and hopes that you and Steve will mix pheromones so much you’ll completely forget what you think you just saw.

The need to stare at each other (and feed him) seems to be enough to preoccupy the two of you. Bucky looks out at the bustle of rush-hour traffic and tries to tamp down his panic. Of all the struggles he’d faced in the past year, he’d never have picked ‘caring too much about his closest friends’ as the one to give him the most trouble. It’s an unfair thought on its face, because the burden of all his other shit has been lifted by having you and Steve around.

It’s not just caring, though, and as much as he wants to lie to himself, it’s not just physical, either. If there was any way to reassure you about the pheromones, he would, but if Bucky’s honest with himself, he’s glad you’re worried about that. It gives him cover.

He sighs. A thought that had occurred to him a few nights ago pops back up. To have friends is one thing, to want someone is another thing, but to know better than to act on it? To step aside for the sake of the people he cares most about in the world… that’s a sign that he’s more human than weapon. It’s cold comfort, but he’s used to the cold.

The knowledge of what Steve had been doing and why is burning through your insides. It looks like it’s burning through him too, but from embarrassment, since he’s just worked through his other discomfort.

Steve clears his throat and reaches over to scatter some of the menus. “Any preferences?”

“Let me see what we’ve got,” you say, and he nods, loosing a lock of wet hair that flops onto his forehead.

It suddenly occurs to you the reason why it’s wet-- he went to wash his hands, and just in case that wasn’t enough, he washed his face, too. Because he’s a gentleman, despite what it was he was doing. You feel such a rush of pure affection for him that it shakes your ability to stand. To cover it, you drag out the chair you’re standing near and fall into it, reaching for the brochures.

“Do you, ah…”

He falls silent, and when you look up, he looks supremely uncomfortable. You lift your brows.

“Do you need to…”

You are completely baffled-- until you aren’t. “Oh, God, thank you, but no. I’ll-- I’ll manage.”

His nod is anxious, so you hand over the menu you had your eye on and do your very best not to worry that you should have taken him up on it. After all, you weren’t able to change your underpants, but if there’s a world where you have to ask Captain America if he can smell your arousal, you’d rather just disappear into the NYC sewers.

Dinner goes surprisingly well. You already knew that Bucky and Steve got on well, and over the course of the evening, you can tell that your rapport with Bucky is reassuring to Steve. Instead of making you uncomfortable, the simmering heat you’re afflicted with seems to keep you on your toes, a constant reminder to be careful about what you say and do, lest you awaken the same banked fire in Steve.

You let the two men run the conversation, and at times they almost fall over each other to share anecdotes. When you’re ready to leave, you step away to use the bathroom and come out to Bucky and Steve deep in a serious discussion, almost an argument. Maybe it’s your full, happy stomach, maybe it’s your sense of impishness, but instead of alerting them to your presence in the room, you sneak over to the door and make it to the elevator before Steve catches up to you.

“Making me feel like a failed host,” he says, jogging over to hold his hand over the just-opened doors.

“Not at all,” you smile. “You two looked like you were having an important conversation.”

Steve’s expression turns sheepish. “I was trying to persuade him to walk you out.”

“Let me guess, he was doing the same?”

He nods. The elevator protests the doors remaining open, and Steve murmurs some kind of command that changes the red color to green.

“You could escort me down?”

“Good night then, Sir Knight,” you tease, dipping into a curtsey. Your skirt is tight along your thighs, but you’re able to use the tails of your borrowed blue shirt to aid in the look.

When you lift your head, the elevator doors are closing, and Steve is nowhere in sight. It’s not a big deal-- you’ll be seeing each other once a day for the foreseeable future anyway.

Not that you’re looking forward to that, or anything.

Steve and Bucky had agreed to show up at the performance the next day, to satisfy the proximity requirement. As expected, the 90’s crowd is different from the 40’s one, but the energy is high, and you end the night on a literal high note. The plan is for the two of them to come over after the set to spend a few minutes physically close by, but as usual, the band is crowded by admirers who ‘just want to chat a few minutes.’

You can see that Bucky’s temper is flaring by the way Steve’s fingertips whiten on his friend’s shoulder, so you try to hurry. The last person to push through to speak to you is carrying two of the restaurant’s signature ‘flagon’ beer glasses, and he enthusiastically thrusts one into your hands before you can stop him. The action sloshes the liquid over onto the back of your hand.

Before you can formulate a polite refusal, the restaurant’s bar bouncer Benji throws a collegial arm around the man’s shoulder and guides him away.

“Saved a life, right there,” Steve says in a low voice beside you. You actually slump over into him for a few seconds in relief, feeling him initially stiffen at first contact before his arm comes around to support you.

“What do you mean?” you ask, lifting your hand up to lick off the alcohol.

To your surprise, Steve spins you the few steps out into the dance floor. The ballad currently playing means that the couples around you are slow-dancing in the ‘modern’ style, hands on hips or shoulders, swaying close with little to no artistry. His hand at your wrist is an inexorable band as he positions your palm flat on his chest, his other hand grasping the small of your back in defiance of convention.

“Okay, clearly you have panicked,” you say, blinking up at him. Your other hand is holding onto the lapel of his suit jacket as if for dear life, because holy god, the man sends your senses reeling.

“Inside pocket, Mistress test tabs. Swab your hand,” he whispers hoarsely.

Your steps falter, and you nod. Testing has become second-nature at this point, so you don’t even need to check the box for the color key.

“Orange,” Steve says, when he sees the strip. His hand at your back sweeps you closer. Orange is more than the yellow or green of faint traces.

The drink was dosed.

“On it,” Bucky husks as he brushes past the two of you, plucking the test strip from your fingers on the way. Because of Steve’s close stance, you’re helpless to stop him-- a point Steve makes very clear by spreading his fingers at your back. The possessiveness of the action works like napalm in your bloodstream, but the pressure of each fingertip against your skin sends a very clear message: you may not follow.

There’s napalm, and then there’s napalm.

Fixing your eyes on his chest, and with a bright smile hiding that your teeth are clenched, you hiss, “Steve, if we weren’t in my workplace, I would be pitching a fit right now. You are not in charge of what I do or say, do you understand me?”

The pained sound from his throat drags your eyes up to his. Steve looks stricken, and you realize you’d offered the man who tried to deliberately drug you with Mistress more grace than the one who dearly wishes he hadn’t. Your apology dusts in your mouth when he starts speaking.

“I couldn’t protect you when it counted. I can’t protect you from me. I will damn well protect you from everything else!”

As he speaks, Steve moves the two of you off of the dance floor and back past the bar into the alcove Benji usually stands in. He’s shaking, and you’re overwhelmed, the fear of what you’ve just dodged only prickling the edges of your consciousness. The only thing you can think of to defuse the moment is Bucky’s gripe about Steve’s reticence for swearing aloud.

At the very last second, you realize you can’t use the phrasing you’d meant to, because this man’s mother has been dead a very very long time.

“You kiss your lovers with that mouth?”

Time stands still for a long second as you regard each other. Then, Steve’s head tips to the side, eyes locking onto your mouth. His lips part, and the sigh he releases seems to release the angry tension he’d been holding since pulling you close in the first place.

“You tell me,” he whispers, releasing you and holding his hands up like a man being held hostage. In a way he is. You both are.

You can’t recall wanting to kiss someone more than you do right now. To hell with absolutely everything else! you think to yourself, reaching your hand up toward the side of his face.

The wetness on that hand reminds you, and you draw back. “Shit. Shit, Steve! Mistress!”

He looks at your lips again, then your hand, then your chest, and then dashes off into the crowd of people only to reappear again impossibly quickly with a damp washcloth from the bar. Without asking, he scrubs at your hand-- but you bite your lip at the sensations. Even that small amount of the drug is affecting you, having soaked in while you were distracted by the undercurrent of desire you always feel around Steve.

“Thanks,” you murmur, your voice low.

He makes a little noise in response, then puts a hand on each of your shoulders. “We need to get to Banner. If what I’m feeling is related to the Mistress in your system--”

“Oh God,” you whisper.

Steve’s grip on you tightens, and he snaps his head back like he’d been about to lean in for a kiss before his instincts kicked in.

Your instincts are affected by Mistress, but you don’t give a shit. You reach up with both hands and cup his face. “In the cab.”

“Stark sent a car, actually. I sent a distress call.”

“Even better.”

To be continued...

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ourflagmeansgayrights · 7 months

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ok so i was actually kinda surprised to find that looking at the ao3 stats and adjusting for how long ofmd’s existed (a year and a half) vs how long the stucky fandom’s been around (coming up on a decade), not only is gentlebeard on par with stucky but it actually beats stucky for amount of fics written. but i’m making a prediction now just based on how i’ve observed fandoms to work: i do think the gentlebeard popularity will peter out faster than stucky did

i’m not saying bc i think gentlebeard is worse or the ofmd fandom is weak or anything, i’m saying this bc in fandom it seems like the white masc queerbait ships* have like, an absurd amount of longevity that goes way beyond the general fandom surrounding whatever media said white masc queerbait ship hails from. im thinking abt the protagonist/rival ship from the TERF wizard series that nobody decent talks about in public anymore. before we all cut jkr out of our lives, people were still churning out fics abt the main character and that racist blond kid pretty regularly. and another example, we have those scientists from pacific rim that are more popular than any of the main characters from that movie. it’s been years and the newt/hermann fandom is still going strong.

and i say “newt/hermann fandom” intentionally, bc that’s the thing that i think actually gives these ships their longevity: when there are fans who are primarily invested in a piece of media because of a noncanonical masc4masc queerbait ship, they’re not really fans of the media itself. i mean, some of them might be, but if they are then that’s in addition to being fans of this alternate queer interpretation of the media in question. they’re a fan of the fandom mass hallucination that the fans collectively and collaboratively invented of a romantic/sexual/homoerotic relationship between two guys who on-screen might hug like once or twice (or sometimes even never)

and i’m pretty sure the reason this sort of fandom phenomenon tends to have so much longevity is bc the fans have already created this whole extensive romantic storyline using what is often some pretty minimal canonical material to work with. so when the movie franchise or the tv show ends and the shippers no longer have any new canonical material to work with, they can keep going for years because really, they were already making shit up from the start.

so compared to that, gentlebeard is way different bc everything the fans might have invented on our own the show pretty much already did for us, and anything the show didn’t do yet is probably coming for us this season (or in s3, fingers crossed). i’ve mentioned before how a lot of fanfiction seems to fall on a spectrum between “fix” and “expand,” and by the end of ofmd i doubt there’s gonna be a whole lot that gentlebeard fans feel like they need to “fix.” versus stucky, where there’s so much that needs to be fixed that you might as well just throw the whole canon out.

i don't really mean any of this as a criticism or an attack on fans of queerbait ships like this, im just pointing out fandom trends that i've noticed. i myself have been deeply invested in stucky, newmann, and the gay wizard boys at different points in my life. like there is something very fun abt putting on slash goggles and making queer content out of nothing. personally though, now that we're in an age where we're getting canon queer content, im not so engaged in a lot of the ships i used to care so much about, but i don't think it's inherently wrong** for people to still enjoy some classic fandom queerbait ships. it's just a very different thing from enjoying canonical queer ships like gentlebeard

*im using “queerbait ships” loosely to include popular gay ships in media that was never in a million years going to make these characters gay.

**a clarifying point: i don't think it's inherently wrong, however there are a lot of problematic elements to this kind of fandom activity, namely the way a lot of these queerbait ships will dominate a fandom while other characters who are important in canon get completely sidelined (and yes, the sidelined characters are often women/poc). also, less importantly, when people's primary media consumption revolves around strip mining canon for shipping content, this absolutely destroys their media literacy and critical thinking. again, im not saying this to attack ppl who engage in fandom primarily through fic/art of noncanonical gay ships, i myself have done the same thing. but i think ppl who do should also make a conscious effort to also engage with fan content that centers women/poc, or at the very least need to be aware of the issues around this kind of fandom activity.

#txt #meta #mine #og #ofmd #our flag means death #gentlebeard #pacific rim #mcu #stucky poll #fandom crit

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madeforstarker · 1 month

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wenellyb · 7 months

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Correct me if I'm wrong, but I feel that people who say stuff like this are straight up lying? Or is there some important piece of information I'm missing?

It's unbelievable to me that some people would like that non-canon ships like Stucky or any other non-canon ships paved the way for representation in modern media. Unbelievable.

Destiel, maybe, because of how big the fandom is/was but even Supernatural and even Destiel started out small and got popular because of the fandom and the ship(s).

I feel like people who saying they started shipping non-canon couples because their wasn't any LGBT representation in the media at the time aren't being genuine. I say that because before joining Tumblr, I didn't even know shipping non-canon couples was a thing (I had heard of Destiel, but it was more of a concept to me, even though I unironically watched SPN).

I feel that was they mean is that there wasn't any representation in popular shows or maybe they mean they weren't enough main characters. But otherwise there was!!!

These are just the one I can think of on the top of my head, but there are much more and there is en more if you go outside of the US. And these are just the shows.

If we add the movies... well!!!

You want romance with a Happy Ending?

You want Murder Mystery?

You want Drama?

There are so many many more and, yes these weren't blockbusters but it's not "no représentation and Stucky and Destiel were the only options"

Grey's Anatomy started out at the exact same time as Supernatural and now has over a dozen canon LGBT characters and half of them are/were main characters (Callie, Arizona, Amelia, Teddy, Yasuda, Helm)

When I joined Tumblr, I never even for a minute thought shipping was about representation or activism because there were so many shows and movies I knew but they were barely talked about on here.

Not criticizing ships by any means but I feel like people are trying to pretend that shipping is something it isn't.

In my humble opinion, non-canon ships were never about representation. Shipping was just shipping

I wasn't on Tumblr at the time, but I was on Youtube (old school) and to me, the people who were doing edits of the canon ships, in shows and movies were the real heroes.

Some people might say : "but those characters are side characters or weren't in major blockbusters/popular shows".

But fandoms could have decided to make them more popular if they wanted. Because believe it or not, Supernatural was a niche show at the beginning and I don't think it would have been as popular or gotten as many seasons without the shippers. They chose to make the non-canon couple (at the time) popular. So the fans could have done the same with shows that have canon LGBT characters But they didn't, they focused on non-canon couples.

I have no problem with shipping non-canon couples at all, I do it too, but I'm really surprised by people who want to make it seem like it's some kind of activism... It's not.

And I know there wasn't enough representation that's true, but why focus your energy on shows with absolutely no canon LGBT characters and pretend it's activism??

You guys could have had Noah's arc or Hit the Floor renewed and you focused your energy on Marvel characters.

And some people will say they ship Destiel anyway because they want fantasy and paranormal... Well does nobody remember Dante's Cove? Was it a fever dream😂? I admit the writing was bad, but have you seen the writing in Supernatural (I say this as a SPN fan)???

And I know some people will say they ship Marvel characters because they have a bigger audience and there were no canon Queer characters in blockbusters, but I feel like that a lie too because when there were indeed Queer characters in those blockbusters, they were ignored as well. Like in the Eternals.

Fandoms can be so powerful when they want to...they can make or break a movie, so acting like the focus on non canon couples was the only option surprises me.

Shipping is just about shipping. It's a hobby.

Stucky or any non-canon Marvel ship isn't "History", it's just a ship.

Last exemple: Let's take a look at 2 popular couples from the same franchise: 9-1-1 and 911: Lone Star. Only one of the couples in canon, but Can you Guess which one is more popular on Ao3 and on Tumblr ?

The non-canon couple!

Almost 3 Times as much fics for Buddie than TK x Carlos who are an actualcouple and even got married!

Shipping non-canon couples isn't about representation but about finding a story to fantasize about, which isn't bad itself but it's bad when you pretend shipping is something it isn't?

TL:DR: Shipping non-canon couples isn't activism imo.

I would be happy to hear tour thoughts because as I said, I only joined Tumblr later so I don't have all the info.

#anti stucky #not really anti but for filtering purposes and save people who don't want to read long rants in their tags #😂#anti destiel #these are ships that I like #anti buddie #no hate to that ship... I love it it's just for the same reasons as before #tk x carlos #shipping is ok imo but we shippers have to be honest about what we are #hit the floor #noah's arc #dante's cove was probably a fever dream😭😭😭#😂😂😂#as always I'm open for discussion

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turtle-steverogers · 10 months

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No Rules in Breakable Heaven

Happy Birthday, Steve!

Hello hello! I’ve written a birthday fic for Steve!

Ship: Stucky

Tags: happy birthday steve Fourth of July Coney Island Shenanigans Fluff Grief/Mourning Banana Cream Pie - Freeform

Summary:

Steve shrugs. “I’m not upset,” he says. “I’m just--” He frowns. What is bothering him? “Wet.” He blushes, realizing how stupid that sounds, but Bucky seems to take it in stride, like he does with everything.

“Oh, because of your swim trunks?”

“Yeah, it’s okay, though,” he says, trying to go back to his book.

Bucky is quiet for a moment, and Steve can sense him watching him, but he doesn’t look over. He just… needs a few minutes. Maybe they could go get french fries and a lemonade to share.

“Wanna get out of them?” Bucky asks.

birthday skinny dipping, but not like that. featuring cream pie, but not like that.

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July 4, 1940

“You okay, pal?”

Steve looks up from where he’s been scowling down at his book, legs crossed underneath him as he sat on his towel, sun beating hard into his back and neck. He tries to smooth out his face, aware that he’s making what Bucky lovingly calls his “angry eyebrows”, but it doesn’t really work.

Bucky tilts his head at him, looking somewhere between concerned and amused, and Steve rolls his eyes, looking back down at his book.

“I’m fine,” he says, staring at the page.

Around them, Coney Island is teeming with people looking to celebrate the Fourth of July along the pier. It had been Bucky’s idea to come out here for his birthday, insisting he treat Steve to a day at the beach with the money he’d saved over the last month.

Steve was grateful for the gesture. His birthdays had been bleak since his ma’s passing four years ago, the absence of her kind smile and famous banana cream pie proving enough to turn him off to the day entirely. He’d taken to hermiting in the apartment he shared with Bucky, trying to pretend he couldn’t hear the fireworks outside his window. He used to love them. The bright colors and unmistakable sounds-- like happy explosions, the echoes reverberating through his entire body, lighting him up from the inside.

He remembers his fifth birthday, sitting on his ma’s hip and fluttering his fingers as he watched the fireworks through their window.

“You see those fireworks?” His ma had asked. “They’re all for you, dear.”

For a whole two years, Steve had believed her, until he’d made the mistake of bragging to the other kids at school that he got fireworks on his birthday.

That glory had been short-lived.

Still, he’s grateful to be doing something other than sulking in their apartment. But the sun is hot and the wool of his swimsuit is wet and heavy, and he’s starting to feel more than a little irritable.

“Are you sure?” Bucky asks, scooting closer. Steve bristles. He doesn’t feel like dealing with Bucky’s prodding right now, but he’s like a dog with a bone sometimes when Steve is in a mood. “You look upset.”

“Oh, because of your swim trunks?”

“Yeah, it’s okay, though,” he says, trying to go back to his book.

Bucky is quiet for a moment, and Steve can sense him watching him, but he doesn’t look over. He just… needs a few minutes. Maybe they could go get french fries and a lemonade to share.

“Wanna get out of them?” Bucky asks.

Steve looks up, frowning. “My swim trunks?” he asks. Bucky shrugs, a smile tugging at his lips. Steve blushes harder. “I didn’t bring a change of clothes.”

“I know,” Bucky says, moving to gather their things. Steve watches him, confused. “I didn’t either.”

He shoves his own book into the little rucksack he’d brought, then slings his towel over his shoulder, climbing to his feet. Steve squints up at him, feeling a bit lightheaded at the sight of Bucky, all tan skin and saltwater mussed hair, grinning down at him with an impish smile.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

Bucky reaches out to haul him to his feet.

“Finding somewhere to get you out of your swim trunks,” Bucky says as Steve starts to gather his things.

His eyes widen, and he looks at Bucky.

“Are you insane?” he asks, because sure, they’ve fucked a couple of times, and have been kissing on each other more and more in the general safety of their apartment, but folks around them are still being killed for this and--

“Relax,” Bucky says. “I don’t mean get you out of your trunks in that way.”

“Oh.” Steve scowls, then kicks some sand at Bucky, who darts out of the way. “Well, you can’t blame me for thinking that.”

Bucky smirks. “No, I guess I can’t,” he says. “But I’m being serious. You ever been skinny dipping?”

Steve fixes Bucky with a smirk, tilting his head.

“Not during the day,” he says.

Bucky’s eyebrows fly up, and he barks out a surprised laugh.

“No kidding, when?”

“That time Marjory and Edith took me out after our shift at the shop,” Steve says, slinging his towel around his neck and jogging so he can fall into step with Bucky. “You were working late that night, or we would have invited you.”

“Oh yeah, I remember wondering why your pillow was all wet the next morning,” Bucky says, nudging him.

“Yeah, though I don’t really know where you’re gonna find a spot for us to do it now,” Steve says, looking around. “There are cops everywhere today.”

Plus, it was crowded as hell. Bucky might be confident showing his body to the world, all lithe lines and strong muscles, but Steve still felt about two steps behind in that department.

“Well, I guess we’re just gonna have to keep our eyes peeled.”

They make their way down the beach, through throngs of people lounging on towels and milling about on the shore, waves lapping at the sand. The Wonder Wheel gets smaller in the distance as they near Steeplechase Park. For a moment, Steve thinks they’re going to make camp under the boardwalk like they used to when they were kids, but Bucky keeps walking, leading him further away from the heart of Coney Island.

It’s some time before they find themselves along the rockier parts of the beach, where there are much fewer people gathered. The lifeguard station is a small speck in the distance, and Bucky glances around before putting down his stuff.

“I think we’ll be safe here,” he says, hooking his thumbs on the waistband of his swim trunks. Glancing up at Steve, he tilts his head. “Are you gonna do it?”

Steve swallows, looking at the singular couple sun-tanning some twenty feet away. They look to be asleep. Besides, no one wants to hang around the rocks when there are miles of sandy beach further down.

Grinning, he looks back, and strips out of his shorts. Bucky stares at him, gaping.

“Damn, Stevie,” he says, giggling as he pushes down his own swim trunks.

Steve is giggling, too, feeling like they were still those twelve year olds who used to sneak extra popsicles from the Barnes’ icebox.

“What! You think I was going to chicken out?”

Bucky raises his hands in a surrender motion. “My fault for ever doubting you.”

It’s then that Steve finally looks at him, reflected in the rays of the sun. He looks unabashed, arms strong from long days working at the docks and hair a few inches too long. Lips parting, he looks up at Bucky, who’s watching him with a similar hunger.

“Yeah,” Steve says, clearing his throat. “Your fault.”

Bucky stares at him for another moment, gaze growing heated, before he breaks into another grin and starts to walk backward.

“Race you to the water,” he says, before taking off toward the rocks.

Steve lets out a mock-offended shout, and chases after him.

“That is so unfair!”

He follows Bucky up onto the rocks, ignoring the way his back twinges and his feet catch on some rougher edges. The waves are smaller here, and Bucky wades in, Steve on his heels, the two of them shivering as the water reaches up to their thighs, then their waists.

Steve turns his face to the sky once he’s covered, certain that no one looking in at them can tell what they’re doing. The sun is harsh on his face, and he allows himself to drink in the moment, feeling all twenty-two years of his life. A youthfulness that he hasn’t felt in years seems to sink into his bones.

His ma would be proud that he’s out here, celebrating with Bucky. He squints at the rays of sun over the water, and thinks of them as her fingers, extending toward him. Her sunshine boy.

“What are you thinking about?” Bucky asks.

Steve looks over at him-- at the way he has his arms wrapped around himself, goosebumps littering his arms. Sometimes he’s struck by how much he loves this man. How much it hurts to love him. He wonders if his ma knew. He wonders if she had cared.

He wonders if it matters.

Why let hypotheticals taint the present?

“My ma.”

Bucky smiles, sad.

“She would have loved to be here, I bet.”

Steve looks up at the sky.

“Yeah.”

He closes his eyes, letting the sun wash over him, and it feels so peaceful that he almost starts to drift.

Until a splash of water hits him square in the chest.

Yelping, Steve looks over at Bucky, who’s trying and failing to give him an innocent smile.

“Oh, you’re so fucking dead,” Steve says, cupping his hand and splashing some water back at Bucky, who ducks, cracking up.

“I saw an opportunity!” Bucky splashes some more water at him, and it turns into a full-fledged battle, both of them laughing as they manage to get each other soaking wet. “I had to take it-- oh shit!”

They both stare at each other, wide-eyed when they hear a police whistle somewhere in the distance. It isn’t near them yet, but they hurry out of the water, rushing to their clothes. Bucky trips over himself getting his swim trunks on, hitting the sand hard, and Steve cracks up, halfway through pulling his own swim trunks on.

Steve’s chest hasn’t felt this light in a while, he thinks.

“You got burned,” Bucky says, coming up behind Steve in their little bathroom.

He’s shirtless, hair still wet from the bath they’d shared after coming home from the beach, and Steve glances at him in the bathroom mirror.

“I know,” he says, setting down his toothbrush and rinsing out his mouth. “I can feel it.”

Bucky clicks his tongue, and reaches for a washcloth, running it under the cold water and starting to dab at Steve’s back. It burns and soothes at the same time.

“Thanks,” Steve murmurs. Bucky hums, leaning in and kissing his jaw. Steve’s eyes flutter closed, and he sucks in a breath.

“Did you have a good birthday?” Bucky asks, still gently dabbing the cloth over his back.

“Yeah,” Steve says. Bucky kisses down toward his neck, and Steve marvels at how he can still feel so elated by these simple intimacies. “Thank you for convincing me to go.”

“You deserve to be celebrated,” Bucky says. He pauses, cloth stilling. “It’s what she would have wanted, anyway.”

Steve sighs. Bucky’s right. His ma would hate to see him sulking so horribly on his birthday.

“I know.”

“Speaking of,” Bucky says, setting the cloth on the side of the sink and taking Steve’s hand. “I have something for you. It ain’t-- it ain’t gonna be like hers, but I thought I’d give it a go. My ma helped.”

He leads Steve into the kitchen, where he opens the icebox and pulls out a small, circular tin.

“Here.” Bucky pushes the tin toward Steve, who takes the top off, and pulls in a breath.

Inside is a perfectly set banana cream pie. It smells just like his ma’s.

“Oh, Bucky,” he breathes. “Oh, thank you.” He reaches for him, pulling him in for a kiss.

Outside the window, fireworks dance across the sky, a perfect cacophony. One Steve finds he doesn’t mind this year.

He’d missed appreciating the color in his life.

The kiss breaks, and Bucky pecks one to the corner of Steve’s mouth.

“Happy birthday, Stevie.”

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #happy birthday steve!#stucky fic #mikey screams into the void #:D

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petite-madame · 11 months

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I love your art so much! There's some characters I'm not interested in until I see your gorgeous work and then it's like a switch just flips in my brain. You have this power! Don't abuse it lol Kidding! You should go crazy with it and make us all crazy in consequence! I will happily follow whatever new pairings you draw! Thank you for sharing with us! I'm off to discover whether there's Mystrade fanfiction now~

Hi anon ^^

Please! Thank YOU so much for your message and for the great feedback about my art, it's very kind of you. ❤

There's some characters I'm not interested in until I see your gorgeous work and then it's like a switch just flips in my brain.

That's such an amazing compliment. 😍 It's like saying, "I hate tomatoes but this tomato soup you cooked is delicious, can I have another plate please?" ❤

But yes, art have this power, I guess! 😁 I started to ship Destiel because of Artmetica's fan art. I had a look at the artworks, then I read a couple of fics and then…oh well, you know how it is!

"Just one fic..." and then it's the inevitable fall into fandom madness...

Some people told me it was the same thing for them thanks to my Steve/Bucky or Steve/Tony art. Good! 😁 It makes me happy if my art can change your mind on a ship. The more, the merrier, welcome to this side of the fandom. 😆

You have this power! Don't abuse it

Don't worry, I don't: with great powers comes great responsibilities.🤓

I will happily follow whatever new pairings you draw!

So far, I already draw a lot of stuff, Stucky, Stony, Destiel, Johnlock, Ironstrange, Mystrade…I have no idea what will come next. Life is full of surprises. 🤓 I rewatched The Hobbit Trilogy last week so, who knows, Bilbo/Thorin may come next 🤣

I'm off to discover whether there's Mystrade fanfiction now~

May I recommend you the ones by Mottlemoth on A03 ? However, you'll need to be logged in to read the fics or else, they won't appear on their page. I hope you will enjoy their stories as much as I did, it's really a great author. 💗

Thanks again and have a great day. 💗

#pmasks

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Round 3

Propaganda under the cut

Shiv Roy

She's honestly kind of a canonical victim of yaoi almost. She and her husband Tom have a loveless marriage but never end up getting divorced. Tom has a weird psychosexual obsession with Shiv's cousin Greg and at one point literally compares them all to the time Emperor Nero pushed his wife down the stairs and then castrated and married a slave boy named Sporus (Tom is unwell). Anyway the show just ended and long story short Tom is now CEO of Shiv's family's evil company and she is reduced to being his pregnant wife (which is the result of her voting not to authorize either of her brothers as CEO in order to save them from themselves) and Tom made another weird comment about literally owning Greg. And now people who ship Tom and Greg are like "omg it's canon we won" but I don't. Think that they did. Sorry I'm rambling it was just a really good finale idek if this counts but

I will be honest I'm not really tuned into the tomgreg fandom, but tons of people wanted tom to leave shiv and get with greg and tons of people thought shiv was the devil incarnate and refused to see any nuance in her character and I don't think those two things are a coincidence.

She gets a lot of hate from fans, largely just for being a woman who reacts in a non pretty way to abuse and for doing the exact same shitty stuff her brothers do. But also a large part of the hate she gets comes from the people who ship her husband with her cousin. To the point where people claim she's abusing her husband who views her as an accessory, a baby factory, and a ticket to money. Don't get me wrong, their relationship is incredibly toxic and unhealthy, but it is so on both of their parts. But Shiv's the only one who gets criticized for it

Peggy Carter

She’s a victim of Stucky mainly bc of the way marvel used her to give Steve an ooc ‘happy ending, but I know I’ve seen some posts calling her toxic or something it was 2019 so In CAT:FA, she’s introduced as a confident British agent. She has some chemistry w Steve Rogers (although more fans (on tumblr at least) preferred Steve and Bucky). She wasn’t just *woman who is strong*, but also had some emotional depth, with an actual range of emotion outside of angry and sad. She had a spin-off show, and she just continued to fight Russians and misogynists, even having chemistry in an almost wlw relationship and an eventual marriage to a famous shield agent. She went through character development and just was an awesome character. Then you know what endgame does? It has Steve Rogers travel back in time and take all of that development away. Most fans were mad at Marvel, and a lot were mad at Steve, but some fans threw Peggy completely under the bus, saying that they traded the (fanon?) queer ship/(canon) friendship for a bland love interest, which, um, she was so much more then that? I remember people really disliking Peggy, which isn’t fair to her character when she is/was so much more then that.

Peggy is vilified by people who ship Steve with his war comrade Bucky Barnes. I’ve even seen people claiming baselessly that she was secretly HYDRA the whole time.

She gets in the way of stucky which OBVIOUSLY gives people, most of them women themselves, the right to be ridiculously misogynistic. Dismissing her character arc, traits, presence in the movies and her part in Steve Roger's life, saying she is insignificant on the ground of very subjective readings is one thing, but outright calling her 'just some old coochie', among other colourful, wonderful things, is another. They also keep reaching to villainize her (saying she's a literal nazi which she's not) and cancel her so their ship is somehow made more valid for it, erasing the competition as it were.

#round 3 #poll #shiv roy #succession #peggy carter #marvel #marvel comics #mcu

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aidaronan · 5 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @wynnyfryd and @stevethehairington. Thank!!! 1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 131 (Jesus Christ)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,069,649

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently I write primarily Stranger Things with the occasion OFMD but I have written for Marvel (Stucky, Sambucky, Danbeau, gen), The Old Guard, and The Walking Dead. I tend to hyperfixate on a ship/fandom for a few years and then mostly move on when for whatever reason I no longer have interest.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Steddie completely overtook all my top fics, which is pretty wild. The top five are: The Prettiest Boy in Hawkins, Indiana Anywhere, Anytime Critical Hit It's Not a Big Deal I'd Burn the Castle for You

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Sometimes. I very much like to interact with fandom and fandom people. That's kind of the whole point. But I'm ultimately a person with a lot going on and treating comments like they're transactional (aka always owed a response) makes responding to comments feel like a job which is exhausting for me personally.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I mean, as much as I generally like a hopeful ending, there's a fair few. I mean, I was in The Walking Dead fandom where anyone can die so... lol But a recentish one I can remember is one I don't talk about much or promote really bc I don't like to think about it all that often. It's just Steve sneaking back into the Upside Down to bury Eddie. Nothing else, just closure. I wrote it when I was processing some feelings about losing my grandma's cat in a pretty traumatic way. I bottle fed him as a baby and always considered him kind of my cat too. Because of how and when it all happened, I had to take charge and bury him all alone, so I sort of used Steve to get some of it out.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Lol I tend to do Happy Endings so... God, hard to pick. I like the way I'd Burn the Castle for You ends because it's happy but it feels really grounded at the same time which I think makes it happier because it feels like they could actually have it. But when I think of the happiest, I might have to go back to Stucky and We didn't need this to love each other, but I'm glad we get to do it anyway which is a fic where Steve and Bucky never went to war, find a way to live a whole life together despite how hard it was to do so, and then get married when it's finally legal in NY. (Yes, I will keep using the characters getting married when it's finally legal trope because 1. I'm actually a sap, and 2. It's a good reminder that it's recent and hard-won.)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Sometimes, not in a while

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Well. Hahahhahaha It can be anything from tender lovemaking to hardcore to hardcore with monsters and any mix or combo of those.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Crossovers in the sense of characters from different fandoms interacting? Not in a very long time, I don't think?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Stolen where they attempt to pass it off as theirs, I don't think so. I have, however, had quite a few rude little fuckers repost it on Wattpad lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! A few of my Stucky fics were translated into Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No because I'm terrible at asking for people to work on stuff with me lol I am trying to get better at not thinking I'm annoying everyone all the time and actually talk about collabs and things. @sparklyslug and I are maybe going to do something if we can stop signing up for bangs lmao

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I can't answer this because the answer is always going to change based on whatever I'm into at the time lol

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I can't point to any specific one because I genuinely don't know which ones I will and won't finish. BUT I do know there's never any conceivable way I'll finish all of my WIPs because just for Stranger Things, I have like 59. Maybe I'll say the Paramedic fic because I sort of lost the will to work on it after I took it down. It didn't really feel like there was any interest.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. And fucknasty porn if we're being honest.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I sometimes feel like I really struggle writing any interpersonal relationships because I'm pretty bad at them irl. I know ADHD bleeds into my work and in every single character I write even if they don't intentionally have ADHD traits because I'll never ever actually understand the world from any other perspective. I also have to resist overexplaining shit even in my writing. I'm also bad at actually, you know, starting the task of writing sometimes lmaooo Plus just, like, me and my insecurities. Which is more of a personal weakness but it def affects how I interact with some of my own work/responses to it sometimes. Also see above and hate asking for "help" and being a "bother" and the fact that only like a few of my stories are beta'd lol

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I don't do it very often, esp in Steddie. But I've done it in the past (I mean, Bucky Barnes, so...) It's like anything else in writing. You do it when you have a reason to do it and you consider the why of it and how different readers might interact with it and how you WANT them to interact with it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

MCR and The Used bandfic back on motherfucking Quizilla

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Not to flex with the fact that I have 131 works on ao3 and that I've been writing on there for over 10 years, but there are so many things I love and love still--or even things I don't love still and would do a completely different way but love the memory of, or even just the accomplishment represented by that thing--that it'd be impossible to pick just one. But I'll talk about a few that come to mind - Fave Steddie is still Cut and Changed and Rearranged and my baby bisexual Steve learning he is loved

I love the work and historical research I put into The Second Labor, my alt version of the first Captain America movie where Steve joins the war effort in a different way.

And I also love my Cyberpunk Stucky, Empires Fall, but Not Us and think of it fondly.

Anyway thanks again for the tags Wynn and Mack 🥰! This was a nice little reflection moment lol Tagging @sparklyslug @greatunironic @banannabethchase @vecnuthy @starryeyedjanai

#fanfic #tagged games

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20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by the brilliant @voylitscope, @thisonesatellite, @dontcallmebree and @dharmasharks. Thank you all 💞

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

791,311 words (yikes!)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily MCU, but I've written for Chicago PD and figure skating rpf in the past. Old fandoms (non-ao3) included Alias, One Tree Hill and Angel.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

coffee stains [steve/bucky]

lane lines [steve/bucky]

off the record [steve/bucky]

be kind, rewind [steve/bucky]

love languages [virtue/moir]

If we're keeping it all stucky, then treading water is #6

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to respond to them all. I'm better at them when they're one-shots or during a WIP, but I do try my best to respond to every comment if I can.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

nobody else has the angstiest ending esp because it includes the unrequited love trope.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I would say most of my fics end fluffy, but the fluffiest overall fic is probably flower girl.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not really. A few times I've had some crit but I guess it is understandable when the character is doing some things you don't agree with.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have tried and I'm bad at it, so it's M at most for me.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not really. If anything, they would be AUs. I find it easier to translate characters over into a different world than mashing up two worlds together.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so and I hope I never do!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I've refused a couple of offers to do so. I'm just not in a space where I'd want them translated.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, like two decades ago my friend and I were writing a fic together but we never finished it. I'm currently writing a fic with @teenytabris though!

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

It'll probably be stucky as I'm so embedded in that fandom.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There's one I worked on just before lane lines which is half written and fully outlined, but I'm just not in the same headspace as I was back then so I have no idea if I'll ever manage to finish it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think plot and dialogue is a strength. I find that outlining a fic comes pretty easily to me, and I usually write dialogue first before anything else.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I struggle with description. I really have to work hard at it. Also smut. I just can't write it without it sounding awful.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I tend to use the "dialogue in italics" method. I find it the easiest to do especially as I don't really speak other languages fluently. I will translate the odd word or basic sentences, but I think if it was a scene with at least four lines of dialogue, the italics work best for me as a writer and a reader.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I'm pretty sure it was Angel but I also remember writing a Power Rangers fic when I was 11 before I knew what fanfic was.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Hands down, love languages. I love it from top to bottom and I'm so glad that I finished it.

No pressure tags to @greenwichmeanlime @dreamsinthewitchouse @cable-knit-sweater @xoxobuckybarnes @bittersweet-in-boston @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place and @buckyismybicycle (and anyone else who wants to do it!)

#tag games #my fic

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darsynia · 6 months

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Shipping and Handling Chapter 3 Sneak Peek

(Stucky x Reader slow burn, Steve x Reader fast burn, Friendship all around)

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Thanks for your patience everyone! It was QUITE a summer. To recap, this scene is in the middle of the next chapter, named Gravity, hopefully posted in the next few days. The reader has been exposed to the aphrodisiac Mistress, causing secondary transfer to Steve. She's in a wheelchair for physical-stability safety, no actual injury or incapacitation.

“Alone?” you whisper, sounding miserable.

Steve crouches down in front of the wheelchair, his heart clenched into as much of a fist as the hand he’s gripping the armrest with. His high-minded resolutions not to influence you have been shredded by the look on your face.

“Not alone, not if you don’t want to be. The third option is for me to stand by what I promised in the restaurant. To finish what we started, out in the car.”

Your breathing had been quick and distressed since he’d wheeled you out of Bruce’s lab, and as he watches, you struggle with your words, pulling in a breath only to let it out in furrowed-brow frustration twice. Finally, you let out a huff of a laugh and let your hands drop like you’ve given up trying to be diplomatic.

“Are we coworkers, thanks to all this? Am I allowed to ask you exactly what you’re offering, or would that get lawyers involved?”

“Oh, I’m sure Tony would love to get lawyers involved,” Steve groaned, “--but this is just between us. No surveillance and no pressure. The limo is parked in a private garage, it has tinted windows, and Stark’s AI guards all access. It’s the safest place I could think of without a chance of being interrupted or--”

“Yes.” Along with the fervent assent, you throw your head back, your whole body going through a kind of delighted shudder of relief that has Steve standing and walking a short distance away so he doesn’t do anything rash.

After a few deep breaths, he says, “I’m going to wheel you into the elevator, but if I’m honest, I’m not sure you’re in any condition to agree to this.”

“At least as much as you did, the day we met!” Your laugh sounds manic, but when Steve turns around, he catches you letting out a deep breath, your hands in fists on your lap. “If--” your voice falters, but you clear your throat and continue. “If you really think that, I can’t do this to you. I’ll… go up to the apartment.”

His own disappointment at that option slices through his inhibitions, and Steve hastens to refute the necessity of your offer. “Don’t do that to yourself. You won’t be able to fix this without me.”

“I know. But you should have the choice.”

He hits the elevator button and the doors open right away, offering a distraction from responding as he wheels you in-- but Steve Rogers isn’t much for avoiding tough things.

He ignores the part of his brain that points out that this isn’t tough at all.

“I do have the choice. Bruce said, and I quote, ‘I’ve never seen you walk away from someone in distress, and I don’t expect you to start now.’ He’s right.”

Steve forces himself to count to twenty as the elevator takes the two of you to the sub basement, but his veneer of control is shattered when the doors open and he looks down at you. You’ve leaned your head back to look up at him, desire etched across your features-- but equally present is an expression of utter trust.

It’s as much of an intoxicant to him as Mistress.

He walks around to block the door of the elevator, turning to hold a hand out for you. No way is he going to wheel you to the limo for what’s about to follow. Your immediate, confident grasp does a lot to assuage his concerns. The way you stumble into him right afterwards is just a symptom of the malady he knows just how to fix.

The empty wheelchair in the elevator will do nicely as an indicator to whom it may concern.

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