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crushedbyhyperbole · 2 years

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Rockets of Love (Bucky x Plus!Reader)

Chapter One

Summary: You are MoonDragon, a sassy gamer girl with a reputation for badassery. Your game of choice? Orion Protocol.

Bucky is a retired Army veteran who plays for The Avengers clan.

What happens when you two meet? Well... that’s what you’re here to find out!

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A/N: This is a Gaming AU with long-distance logistics. This is written as a plus size cis female reader. I started writing this a while ago and it’s still a WIP but I wanted to start getting it out there. I update AO3 more than my tumblr so there will be extra chapters there before they hit here. There is gaming speak and are some acronyms may be used but I’ll post those for each chapter. Game descriptions heavily based on Unreal Tournament 3 which i used to play s hit-tonne of. I hope you enjoy.

Acronym/term glossary for Ch1: DM - Deathmatch TDM - Team Deathmatch HP - hit points or damage points Frag - kill KDR - Kill/Death Ratio

Warnings: Gaming-typical violence and death, self-esteem issues, language/profanity, morbid humour. This will become explicit 18+ at some point in the story, so fair warning.

***18+ content - for whatever reason I label this for adults only - minors do not read/interact***

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It’s true what they say; the anonymity of the internet breeds confidence. At least that’s how it was for you.

In real life you were diffident. Not debilitatingly so, but enough to for you not to put yourself out there when it came to relationships. You were single, by a combination of choice and circumstance; self-esteem issues lead you to see traps and tricks in even the most sincere of compliments, no one got through your defences. At least no one you met face to face. Not anymore.

Your outward displays of confidence were defence mechanisms. Offensive humour, self-deprecating humour, and sarcasm were well used antics in your arsenal of tricks to hide how insecure you were about your body. Now so much a part of who you were that you couldn’t remember a time when you weren’t that girl who made obscene comments just to keep people at arm’s length.

There’s nothing better than offending people to keep them away.

You were employed (semi-happily) in a job that paid well and gave you everything you needed to pay bills, keep your family home, run your car, and have holidays; top tier client support for Pulse, a multi-national tech solutions company. You’d been there almost eight years and you had no desire to move on or up – you were comfortable.

If you had the choice to do anything you wanted, you weren’t sure what you would to do instead. That would involve thinking about yourself on a deeper level, which wasn’t something you liked to do.

Anyway, that was you in the real world.

Digitally you were MoonDragon. A sassy and confident girl gamer. Skilled and formidable, with a reputation for badassery that preceded you into every game you played. Your current game of choice – Orion Protocol; a fantasy first person shooter with an arena style multiplayer. Never had a game hooked you quite as badly as this. You’d been playing for almost two years now, and had been recruited into a clan six months ago.

The Avengers were a well-known clan. Only elite players were asked to join, but more than that, it was like a family. Good team dynamics, good sense of humour, lots of respect and support. Team members were recruited after being vetted by one of the founding members, Steve Rogers aka Captain America, Bucky Barnes aka The Winter Soldier or Natasha Romanov aka Black Widow. That’s how you were picked up.

+Flashback – six months earlier+

You’d just saved Cap’s ass in a public team deathmatch when he was on the ropes with no ammo and only a basic issue pistol to defend himself. Jumping into the fray on some temporary perk rocket boots, you’d sniped the heads off three jerks who were ganging up on poor old [AVG]Captain_America.

“Thanks for the save, MoonDragon.” He said, picking himself up and running for a nearby weapon spawn.

You rarely talked in game with randoms unless coordination was needed (and rarer still for banter) but when he spoke his voice was that of someone older, not some annoying kid, so you decided to reply.

“No sweat, dude.” You said stiffly. “Three on one is a shitty deal, unless it’s a porno.” You muttered, probably too quietly to be picked up on the mic.

Captain America laughed hard. “They didn’t seem to cause you any problems.” He said finally.

“I had the element of surprise.” You couldn’t help a small smile that tugged your lips upward. “It’s easy to get the drop when they’re all trying to teabag the infamous Captain America.”

“I’m infamous now, am I?” The amusement in his voice was clear.

“I’d say so.”

“Good to know.” He sounded like he was smirking.

“Everyone knows who you are.”

“Is that so?”

“Pretty much.”

“Is that how you’ve got such a high KDR? You’re following me around picking off my would-be killers?”

It was a little flirty how he was talking to you and to be honest, you kind of liked it.

A new player joined the room but didn’t spawn onto a team yet.

“You caught me.” You chuckled. “I’m sneaking up behind them and pegging them with my plasma strap-on while they’re distracted.”

Captain America was howling with laughter so much he got himself killed.

“Wait! Did I just hear strap-on and pegging?” Another smooth deep voice spoke up.

[AVG]The_Winter_Soldier had spawned onto your team, evening-up the teams up at six a piece.

“Hey man!” Captain America greeted his clan mate.

“What’s going on, Cap? Those asshats on the other team are talking so much shit about the two of you, I just had to listen in to see what the fuss was about.”

You knew that when someone joined mid-game but didn’t spawn in that they were privy to the conversations from both teams. It was a bit of a glitch with the game but wasn’t really an issue unless people were bitching about members of the other team and thought no one could hear them. Which happened. A lot.

“Well, MoonDragon here saved my ass a couple’a times but other than that I’m just messin’ around until the wife gets home from Pilates class.”

It was unusual for people to talk about their personal shit this openly but you supposed that these two clan guys knew each other pretty well and there wasn’t really anything too revealing in the information, no names or addresses etc.

“MoonDragon, huh?” The Winter Soldier said. “How about you, me and Cap here go give team blue a run for their money?”

“Oh lord.” Cap chuckled. “I feel some rage quits coming on.”

“Alright, Winter.” You said, accepting the callenge. “I’ll do my best to keep up.”

“Keep up? You’re already owning the match.” Winter said incredulously. “Tell you what, next match we’ll start? Give me a fighting chance at a score that good.” He seemed friendly, like his Clan mate.

“You got it.”

“Awesomeness!” Winter said, and you could almost hear the smile in his voice. It gave you a smile of your own.

It felt good to have a bit of banter with a couple of players who weren’t arseholes or annoying prepubescent kids.

Orion Protocol was an R-rated (for violence) game, yet kids as young as 12 were playing the damn thing. You weren’t a fan of kids at the best of times, and although you didn’t want to traumatize them, you also didn’t want to have to censor yourself because they were playing a game they weren’t old enough to play. Let’s say you didn’t go out of your way to be overly obnoxious but when some asswipe came for you, you pushed back no matter how old they were.

The game ended with a red team victory and the blue team were very vocal in the post-game chat. Five of the six were members of a clan tagged [KTA] and the sixth player left once the game was over. You didn’t blame them, all that squawking of young teens was unbearable.

“You guys are going down.” [KTA]69er said.

“How appropriately inappropriate of you to say so.” You said with a chuckle.

Winter and Cap got it, they laughed too.

“We’re gonna fuck you up so bad even your mom’s not gonna recognise you.” [KTA]Assassin piped up, brashly.

“Don’t start, kid.” Cap warned.

Two of your own team dropped out, probably not looking forward to getting killed by a bunch of trolling kids.

“What does [KTA] even stand for?” You asked, dryly.

“Kiss the anus.” Winter threw it out there.

You snorted but stifled your laugh. “Kinky toe appreciators?”

Cap almost choked.

“Kill Them All, you fucking morons.” [KTA]Assassin said bitterly.

“Oh, we’re morons, are we?” You said sardonically. “Judged by a twelve-year-old whose balls haven’t dropped yet. Peachy.”

“Oh, I like this one.” Winter said with a short sharp laugh. “Can we keep her?”

“I’m not twelve, I’m fifteen. And your mom wasn’t complaining about my balls last night when she was sucking them.” [KTA]Assassin was clearly the mouthiest. The other five were barely audible mutterings compared to this little shit’s ranting. “She’s gonna let me fuck her in the ass tonight too.”

“Well this is awkward.” You said, faking sincerity.

“What’s wrong with this kid?” Cap was almost offended.

“Yeah we know where she lives and we’re going round to fuck your mom in the ass tonight.” [KTA]69er piped up.

At least they didn’t assume you still lived in your parent’s basement.

“Good luck with that kiddos, I think she might be a little indisposed.” You sighed, knowing exactly where this was going.

“She’ll be more than that when I’m done with her.” [KTA]Assassin laughed shrilly.

“Shame the next map is Nexus instead of Proxima Centauri.” Winter said softly. “I fucking love that map.”

Proxima Centauri was one of your favourite maps too. You knew it like the back of your hand. But Nexus was a good map too, with its compass point warp gates high-up in the main room of the map, and its winding corridors around the outside. It would prove to be a very fun match if you, Winter and Cap played well together.

“Well, kid, I’ll leave you a shovel by the gate but you better clean up after yourself.” You said in a cautioning tone. “Bring your own lube though.”

“You’re stupid, what do I want a shovel for?”

“If you really want to fuck my mother you’re gonna have to dig her up first. It’s been a while so she might be a bit dry for ya.” You got the words in before the countdown ended.

“Oh shit!” Winter was guffawing.

“Decomposed. Indisposed. I might get those two mixed up occasionally.” You knew just how to aim for shock value.

“Goddamn girl, you are bru-tal!” Winter was still laughing.

“Sorry.” You said the word but you weren’t sorry. “Kids and assholes piss me off.”

In real life you wouldn’t dream of letting all of the words that formed in your head actually come out of your mouth, some of them -yes, but not all; they were so much more offensive and pretty damn harsh. But online, with your identity hidden, anything was possible. That’s why these kids and assholes found it easy to talk smack and threaten people, because they were untouchable. Well, so were you.

“Don’t apologise. Christ! That was hilarious.” Winter shut his mic off for a moment as the game was loading. A phone rang over Cap’s mic before he shut his off too.

The game started and you didn’t wait for your cue. You ran to the nearest weapon spawn, bumping right into [KTA]Assassin who had already picked up a scatter gun. You knifed him in the throat and, jumping up and back, you shot him repeatedly in the face with your default pistol before he could shred you to pieces.

“FIRST BLOOD!” The game announcer called.

With the scatter gun that had been dropped by your victim you picked up more ammo from the weapon spawn and cut a path through the map to collect your favourite things: Sniper rifle, singularity grenades and rocket boots.

“Good start!” Cap came back on audio first.

The teams were uneven, five to four. Your team had a randomer who kept getting killed. You felt sorry for them because with you and the two [AVG] guys, all of the blue team’s points were from your fourth man getting fragged.

“Hey, I’m gonna run with, um, CHUCKNORRISCAT.” You read his name carefully. “See if I can’t make his life a bit easier.”

“And she’s a team player!” Winter said appraisingly, as if making a point.

“Sounds good.” Cap said approvingly. “We can split it, pick him up when we see him spawn.”

The [KTA] kids came for CHUCKNORRISCAT like the hordes of hell. Each time you took them down they would come running at you again, practically throwing themselves on your bullets like lemmings. There was no logic to their plan, giving out free points on the off chance that they might get one for themselves. Dumb kids.

“This guy is sticking to the corridors.” You informed them. “But he’s bound to catch a rocket or a grenade sooner or later. Can one of you come pick him up for me, I need to resupply?”

“Sure.” Winter said, and you could hear a fire fight on his audio. He obviously played with his TV on loud whereas you played with a top-quality headset. “Where you at?”

“By the scatter gun again, headed towards the triple health.”

“Assassin has the double damage perk.” Cap said. “Almost got me.”

“Where’s he at?” Winter groaned. “I hate these kids and their damn powerups.”

“In the main room.” Cap said.

“If it’s there they’ll use it.” You chuckled. “I like me a shiny pair of rocket boots.”

“That’s different. Boots take skill.” Winter grumbled and you almost giggled.

You’d laughed more times these last two games than you had all week.

Winter joined you, dropping down from the upper level to shadow CHUCKNORRISCAT.

“This pussy better be worth it.” He teased.

“Who turns down pussy?” You teased back.

All three of you laughed. It felt good to let loose a little where it was safe and no one had a right to judge you.

“Cap might. He’s a good boy.” Winter said playfully.

Cap scoffed. “Tell my wife that.”

You slipped away into the main room so you could use one of the warp gates to pick up a stash of singularity grenades which were on a long spawn timer that you mentally kept track of.

“Hey, don’t go through there.” Winter sounded concerned. “Double damage, remember?”

“There’s about twenty-five seconds left on it by my count.” Cap informed you.

You didn’t respond, using your rocket boots to boost into the air as soon as you cleared the doorway. Rockets started flying and some of them were targeted. Three of the five [KTA] team were in there waiting, guarding the warp gate that lead to the double damage power up. It was pretty futile because the power-up was already in play and with a five minute countdown on the respawn it wouldn’t be ready again for some time.

“Three of them in here.” You said.

“I’m on my way.” Winter huffed.

You dodged a homing rocket with a nimble wall jump and pinged a no-scope sniper shot at the kid who was camping on the west warp gate platform.

“HEADSHOT!” The deep voice of the announcer called out.

“No, stay with Chuck’s pussy.” You said, switching weapons. “Two left now.”

Switching weapons quickly, you let out a stream of rockets to herd the empowered and glowing form of [KTA] Assassin towards a wall and behind some crates. The kid moved to the corner where you herded him and you switched to the scatter gun, filling that whole corner with pellets that rebounded around behind the crates, shredding him to pieces.

“DOUBLE KILL!”

“Last one is running for the south corridor.” You informed. “I have the DP.”

“DP?” Cap asked.

“Double Penetration.”

“Never heard it called that before.” Winter snorted. “That’s gonna stick.”

You threw a couple of scatter shots against the door frame hoping they’d rebound after the escaping [KTA] kid.

“TRIPPLE KILL.”

“Did you just spam that shit off a goddamn door frame?” Cap laughed.

“It worked didn’t it?” You smirked. “DP’s done. Five minute countdown.”

Communicating with others like this felt weird but right. You had a feeling that you were even good at it.

“Would you look at that?” Winter said in awe. “Chuck’s pussy just got a double kill!”

“Don’t mess with Chuck, or his cat.” Cap praised.

The rest of the match continued to be all jokes and fun. Cap and Winter died once a piece, much to their chagrin, but all in all it was a complete clusterfuck for the [KTA] kids.

With three minutes to go or five kills left to get for a red team win. the whole blue team were camping out in the main room, waiting for the DP to spawn again.

“As much as I want to go in there and kill them, I’m feeling a bit patient.” Winter said.

“That’s not like you.” Cap teased. “You afraid of a couple’a kids?”

“Nah, I’m just tryin’ to maintain my KDR prowess in front of the lady, man.” Winter joked.

“I’m no lady.”

“That’s true. You’ve got a mouth like a sailor.” He laughed.

You couldn’t help but smile at his teasing.

“Well she’s doing better than both of us so I’d say she’s not impressed by your KDR, Buck.” Cap sounded like maybe he was rolling his eyes.

Buck? Weird.

“I totally am!” You said playfully. “I’m so impressed.”

They both laughed as they threw grenades into the room, aiming high up for the jump gate platforms. One was off target. It clinked against the wall and bounced down towards where you were behind cover. The five [KTA] kids were spamming shots all over, it was only a matter of time before one of them caught you if you stayed put. That grenade was headed your way too, and own-team grenades meant friendly fire.

Leaning out, you snapped your sniper sight, quick-scoping. You plugged a shot into the grenade, exploding it early before it had the time to reach you.

That gave you an idea. You had one singularity grenade left and one jump left on your rocket boots.

“I’m gonna hail Mary this shit.” You said. “If I die it’ll make you two look better, if not it’ll be the best play I’ve ever made.”

“Well, we’re so far ahead there’s not enough time left for them to get even three kills on us so knock yourself out.” Cap said. “Is there anything you need?”

“Couple of rockets to push them together and away from the warp gate would be nice.”

“You got it.” Winter said.

The play went down like this: Cap and Winter spammed a few rockets at the gate end of the platform to push the group to one side, you shot a few at the far end to keep the group together. You caught a few rogue bullets but still had enough health to make it. You engaged your boots, tossing your last singularity grenade up to the roof where it ricocheted down and slightly behind the group. At the end of your jump you hit a wall, rebounding at an angle you quick-scoped and expertly sniped the grenade just as one of the kids realised there was a grenade dropping on his head. He threw himself off the platform but it was too late. The sniper shot exploded the grenade and the resulting singularity expanded in a glowing wave before sucking everything back on itself, including all five [KTA] players.

“VICTORY!” The announcer called with fourty-five seconds left on the clock

“No fuckin’ way!” Winter said in a strong New York accent that was more noticeable than before. “All five?”

“Best. Play. Evaarrrr!” You were pretty proud of that one.

“So, why haven’t we seen you around before?” Cap asked sceptically.

“You have.” You said. “We’ve played together a few times actually, but I usually keep my mic off.”

“I think I’d remember a style like yours.” Cap didn’t seem to believe you.

“When you’re kicking ass you don’t always see what the rest of us are doing.”

“But still…”

You received a friend request from Winter. Not the default message begging ‘please be my friend’, and not the creepy kind that guys sent gamer girls when they want to flirt for nudes.

FROM: [AVG]The_Winter_Soldier – Re: Join us?

“You got my message?” He asked.

“I got it.” You said with a sigh.

“Well?”

“I dunno, man. It’s a commitment I’m not sure I’m ready for.”

“You got down on one knee already, didn’t you, Buck?” Cap mocked him.

“What can I say? I’m a sucker for a jumping headshot on a moving target that’s not a head but a fucking tiny grenade instead.” Winter chuckled.

“That’s high accolade coming from you guys, thanks.” You really did feel good about yourself. These [AVG] guys were awesome players. Cap and Winter were two of the best you’d seen in the public circuit. You’d never played clan but you’d seen videos on youtube – clan play was rough.

“The offer’s there.” Winter said. “Think about it.”

You’d been too caught up in your discussion to realise that the next match was loading. There had been no chatter from the blue team once the mics were open but then again you hadn’t realised that they’d all left as soon as the match was over.

“Looks like we’ll have to find another game or wait for this to even the teams automatically.” Cap said. “Probably means it’ll be us against her.”

“Yeah I’m not taking that matchup.” You laughed. “You guys will pulverise me.”

“Yeah ok, you and your 68:0 ratio says otherwise.” Winter grumbled. He sounded cute.

“One more kill and you’d have made it into his score card hall of fame.” Cap teased.

“Hey, I’m gonna hit the hay, but it was cool to meet you guys.” You had work early and really couldn’t be arsed to hear your boss, Angela, bitching about how you looked tired, again.

“Aww, well alright little lady.” Winter put on a terrible southern accent. “It was a pleasure.”

“We’ll see you around sometime. Now I’m going to be looking out for your name.” Cap said. “What do you normally play?”

“Um, deathmatch, team deathmatch and singles.” You said.

“One-on-one?” Winter perked up. “That’s cool, I love a good duel. Hit us up sometime.”

“He’s the dueller, not me, but I’ll play.”

“Thanks guys. Good games and g’night.”

You quit the game but before you were shut out of the chat channel you heard Winter say to Cap.

“She’s crazy good! And soooo fucking cool.”

You blushed as you packed up your gaming gear, stowing it tidily away in the drawers of your desk. You’d had immense amounts of fun with those two but getting to know people wasn’t something you did well. Online was different though, there was this buffer between you and the real world, a veil that kept you hidden and allowed you to only show the parts of yourself that you wanted others to see, even if those parts weren’t wholly you but something completely fabricated. Kind of like that theory that every hot chick online was an obese sweaty mummy’s boy still living in mummy and daddy’s basement.

You laughed out loud, a little jubilant that the [AVG] guys had been so stoked with how you played. Winter’s friend request still lay unopened in your inbox. You’d really need to think about it before you decided to join them. You supposed that you could accept the friend request but hold off on joining their team, assuming they wouldn’t be offended if you turned them down. Honestly you never thought you’d be good enough for a clan but that just goes to show that you weren’t the best judge of your own talents.

It was a couple of days before you accepted Winter’s friend request, and then Cap’s. You learned that their names were Bucky and Steve. You met Black Widow and learned that her name was Natasha. After 1 month of playing with at least one of the three founding members every night, you finally agreed to join The Avengers and hadn’t looked back since.

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( BRUISED KNUCKLES AND INK-STAINED FINGERS, WELL-WORN LEATHER JACKETS, THE ASH LEFT BEHIND BY FIREWORKS )▸ welcome to latverion, STEVE ROGERS (CAPTAIN AMERICA). it’s time to be gracious, for in this vast multiverse, you have been saved by emperor doom. according to records you are 104 and use HE/HIM pronouns. emperor doom expects you’ll enjoy your career as a SUPPORT GROUP LEADER, or else. excellent. we look forward to your contribution. ( CLAIRE, GMT, 24, SHE/HER, CHRIS EVANS )

ABOUT BASICS

FULL NAME: steven “steve” grant rogers

ALIAS: captain america

AGE: 104 (july 4, 1918; cancer)

AFFILIATIONS: the avengers

GENDER AND PRONOUNS: cis male, he/him

FACE CLAIM: chris evans

IN-DEPTH ANALYSIS

POINT OF ORIGIN:

as always, i pull from a mix of canons! steve is from the same universe as tony (which i guess is the same universe as peter, which is ?? whatever we want it to be), and i use a combination of 616 and mcu for backstory and influences. basically! comics childhood, mcu becoming cap, mix of everything after (no secret empire lmao; also not mcu-dead) ; i’m always very happy to shift stuff around/specify/work with y’all for plotting to make things fit!

ABILITIES/SKILLS:

super soldier serum: artificially enhanced physiology; peak human strength, speed, durability, agility, reflexes, stamina, recovery, mental processing, senses; advanced longevity (the wikipedia page literally says he has “perfect cells.” this includes perfect teeth and very good hair.)

master tactician & strategist; martial artist; shield fighter; advanced military officer; weapons proficiency; vehicle handling; very good artist!!

HAVE THEY BROUGHT ANY FAMILY OR PETS WITH THEM:

no :( someone get this man a dog he could use one (he’s also on the lookout for bucky, who he very much considers his brother)

ANY HEADCANONS YOU WANT OTHERS TO KNOW:

more tbd but! for now! (TW DEATH, WAR, ALCOHOLISM)

although he grew up in brooklyn instead of the lower east side, i otherwise take steve’s family history/dynamics from 616 instead of the mcu--steve’s parents, joseph and sarah, were poor irish immigrants. his dad was Not Great TM and died when he was pretty young; his mom passed away when he was a teenager. he had a semester of art school, but dropped out to join the army, partly because he couldn’t afford to stay, partly because fighting for the country his family had given so much for felt like the right thing to do

steve’s got a bit of a complex about the steve/cap divide. he loves being captain america, most of the time. but he knows he’s more of a monument than a man to most of the world. he’s made his peace with it, and he’s played along, but it’s nice when he can just be steve. very few people see him that way (see: bucky, who he grew up with as a brother; tony, who was instrumental in helping steve adjust to life after the ice, and is one of the few people to treat him like a regular person; peggy, who knew him before he was cap, etc)

along those lines! captain america doesn’t swear. steve rogers does. exactly 2 people know this (bucky and tony), as far as he’s aware. he’s a scrappy little new yorker at heart. of course he’s got a foul mouth.

he doesn’t drink. some of this is because the serum means he can’t get drunk. some of it is the good old clean-cut image they drilled into him back when he was on the uso tour. a lot of it is because of his father

he’s an artist! this is very important! it’s pretty much just a hobby, but he’d love to be able to make a living on it. is that an impossible dream? yeah, probably, but so was turning into a genetically engineered super soldier. he particularly likes sketching faces and memories; he has been trying but failing miserably at learning digital art (he was also color-blind before the serum, which i like to think means his relationship towards colors and paints tends towards the abstract and stylized, because he basically taught himself color theory twice)

he spends quite a bit of time at memory lane. please don’t make me explain this too much if i think about it too long i will start to cry

that story from she-hulk about him and a girl on the uso tour in ‘43? i’m not entirely convinced he didn’t make it up so the team would stop bullying him change my mind

yes sometimes he signs his texts! this comes from canon he’s old and learning please be nice to him he’s trying his best and doing great

he’s currently living with thor in an apartment above frigga’s

QUESTIONNAIRE

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT EMPEROR DOOM?

You’re asking Steve Rogers, Captain America, the Sentinel of Liberty, how he feels about a masked megalomaniac self-proclaimed emperor? Sure. Okay. The answer, of course, is absolutely not. Steve’s lived for a very long time, and he doesn’t have any more time for Doom. Sarah Rogers raised her son to do no harm, but take no shit, and Steve’s taking no shit. He’s up there in the resistance working to take him down. He was, quite literally, made for something like this. A different time, a different world, a different tyrant, maybe, but it’s all the same. Tyranny is tyranny; freedom is freedom.

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER FEEL ABOUT THE BATTLES? ARE THEY TRYING TO AVOID THEM? OR ARE THEY EAGER TO JUMP IN?

The battles are barbaric. No one should be forced to fight in a gladiatorial contest. It’s inhumane. He’s been the dancing (punching) monkey before, so many lifetimes ago, and he wouldn’t wish it on anyone. He’s neither actively avoiding nor seeking them out, but Steve is absolutely using them as yet another reason Emperor Doom is extremely bad news. He’ll fight if he has to, and he’s not too worried about winning, but he doesn’t want to have to. He’s a soldier, not a gladiator.

WHY HAS YOUR CHARACTER ACCEPTED THEIR JOB POSITION? WILL THEY USE IT TO GET CLOSER TO DOOM? OR WILL THEY USE IT EXPLOIT HIM? OR DO THEY SIMPLY LIKE THEIR JOB?

Steve runs a support group for people struggling with multiversal displacement (and living under the omnipresent gaze of Emperor Doom). They meet twice a week, sometimes in Frigga’s, which Thor has generously lent out (and provided complimentary fruity mocktails with the little umbrellas). Steve knows what it’s like to leave behind a life, to wake up in a new, unfamiliar world, to lose everyone and everything you knew and loved and have to keep living. He’s done it. It’s awful. No one should have to go through that alone. Steve can fight Doom as Captain America all he likes; as Steve Rogers, the least he can do is try to make the rest of their lives a little bit better.

#latverion:intro #intro #death tw #war tw #alcoholism tw

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sadaveniren · 2 years

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No one asked but it’s really interesting to me that if you’re the kind of person who prefers ‘alpha daddy louis’ dynamics then that apparently means that you’re a ‘harrie larrie’? Lol, why? I don’t think I love one of them more than the other and I read all sorts of dynamics but I think if I actually had a favourite I’d rather think about them as a powerful rich alpha ceo or whatever than some whiny insecure omega (those are obviously extremes but I hope the point is clear). Just really fascinated by this logic.

Oh oh!!! Is this an opening to talk about my favorite cis het female fascination of writing/reading mlm fic as self insert fantasy? Aka cis het women who like/write bottom Louis really want to be fucked by Harry and cis het women who like/write bottom Harry really want to be fucked by Louis? (Lol jk I can’t think of a cis het writer of bottom Harry but that’s a whole other conversation)

Overall in fandoms I’ve noticed that a lot of fic writers write from their own lived experiences, which is fine!! I do it too. I’m very open about the fact that I usually write from the sub’s POV because I’m in a 24/7 bdsm relationship so yeah, the sub’s POV comes very naturally to me. (Note that I keep referencing sub here not bottom, because there is a huge difference between subbing and bottoming. It’s obvious when people don’t get the difference and this is also why you get tumblr people crying about kink at pride 🙄) It’s perfectly okay to write from your experience!!

HOWEVER it’s also very noticeable when cis het women are using MLM characters to write/explore their own cis het woman experiences instead of idk writing cis het women characters instead. And it comes off VERY MUCH like the cis gay male character they are trying to write is actually a cis het woman. You can tell how much they put into that pov character btw because of how defensive they get when they get any sort of pushback. Because that pov character is THEM (a cis het woman). And they don’t want attacks on themselves.

Now you have to ask yourself… why are they doing this? Why are they writing a cis gay male character as a cis het woman instead of just… writing a cis het woman? They are putting themselves so much into the role of the cis gay BOTTOM male that it becomes apparent they really want to BE that character. And since the people who are obsessed with writing bottom characters don’t care about anything else BUT who is penetrated (as evidenced by the fact they will ignore 100k fics because there’s one reference to the wrong top/bottom dynamic) it’s clear that the only thing they want to write/read is this person they have claimed as themselves being penetrated by the person topping.

(Btw this entire discussion can also be applied to het rare pairs in predominate mlm fandoms. Looking at you anyone who wrote Darcy/Steve or Darcy/Bucky in marvel fandom just write your Steve/OFC or Bucky/OFC)

But yes anon. It’s very funny that people who claim to love Louis only want to have him portrayed as a specific, generally negative, way and wanting to write him as someone who has power and autonomy automatically means I love Harry more 😂😂

#is this post all over the place?? sure is #did I at least word vomit the important bits I wanted to?#also yes #tldr most people obsessed with top/bottom dynamics in this fandom are cis het women #most of those cis het women confuse top/bottom with dom/sub and have no concept of gay culture #it becomes insanely toxic #and they take attacks on bottom Louis/Harry as offensive because they feel attacked #proving my point #✌🏻

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salvagedsouls · 1 year

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file: steve rogers

basics

name: steven grant rogers nickname(s): steve, stevie DoB: 4 july 1918 birth place: brooklyn, nyc, ny, usa species: human ( supersoldier ) occupation: avenger title(s): captain america

appearance

hair color: blond eye color: blue height: 6’2’’ scars: some piercings: none dominant hand: right faceclaim: chris evans

personal

faith: catholic pronouns: he/him gender: cis male sexual orientation: bi romantic orientation: bi, closeted demi star sign: cancer / the crab

habits

fears: dreams: drugs: none alcohol: occasionally vices: hobbies: reading, drawing, museums, cinemas

bio blurb

Steve’s always been stubborn; maybe a trait from the mother who raised him. He doesn’t like bullies, he doesn’t stand by when he thinks something or someone is wrong, no matter the level. He was that way as a scrawny sickly kid, and he stays that way long after letting Erskine and Howard run their experiment on him. Steve even lets himself be a show pony, until he sees just how far the side he was advertising for is also willing to let things go, and then all bets are off. He takes the image and name they gave him and he runs with it, determined to do whatever he can to save everyone. He doesn’t think twice about any of it, doesn’t regret any of it, until Bucky is gone; after the shutdown eventually stops he dives even deeper into the work. And he hits acceptance long before the Valkyrie hits the ocean.

When he wakes up in the new century, he’s left to twiddle his thumbs until the Avengers Initiative is brought up and he’s not even surprised by that point. Disappointed, but not surprised. But he goes through with it, and this little cluster of people feels like history repeating itself. Then Bucky shows up alive, and he finds out HYDRA has been there the whole time; he’s willing to burn it all to the ground because he knows what will happen if he doesn’t. Steve doesn't give up on Bucky either, and welcomes him with open arms when the other man eventually resurfaces after the fall of HYDRA and what happened in Sokovia.

#( about: muses )#( not a perfect soldier | steve rogers )

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ryangosking · 3 years

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Girlfriend

Summary: Holder gets hurt and needs you to take care of him. Fluff + smut.

Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Sex, masturbation, mentions of injury, swearing.

AN: This is longer than I intended, I'm just so soft for him!

Tagging: @infatuatedjanes @nerdysuperchick @agirllovespancakes @phoenixhalliwell @luxeavenger @xoxabs88xox @undisputed-bucky @infuriatinglyoptimistic @mellxander1993 @runic-belova @hxbbit @marvelousmermaid @sabinemorans @ithinkwehitametaphor @kesskirata

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You're at dinner when you get the call. On a date, actually. Not recognising the number you ignore it, only to see later that the mystery caller left a voice mail. You listen to it in the cab on your way home, the usual post-date dissatisfaction hanging over you.

"H-hi, you don't know me, my name is Liz....I'm Stephen Holder's sister. I don't want to worry you but he's in the hospital, he got pretty beat up, and he keeps asking for you."

Your stomach drops and your heart rate kicks up, what had he got himself into?

"I got your number from his phone, I hope that's OK. Um, the thing is I have to go and get my kid to bed and I'd feel better if someone was here with Stephen. Could you come to the hospital please? He obviously thinks a lot of you and....Well, come if you can. St Mary's. Thanks. Bye."

You instruct the cab driver to change course to St Mary's and ruminate on your relationship with Holder. You were previously fuck buddies, an arrangement which suited you both - a no strings tension release. In your car, various bar bathrooms and once, memorably, in a supply closet at work. Then one night he had shown up to your apartment unexpectedly with Chinese food and a crooked smile. You had eaten, talked, and watched a movie snuggled up on the sofa. It was nice, he was so easy to be around, and he made you laugh.

When you had gone to bed that night it was nothing but softness and tenderness, losing yourselves in each other, and it felt more like making love than fucking. But waking up the next morning, tangled in his arms and long legs, you realised that you had to put a stop to it. You were falling for him, and you couldn't bear to let someone else in only to get hurt for the millionth time. Also your lieutenent had mentioned that they were recommending you for the sergeant's exam, and you figured that it probably wasn't the best idea to be sleeping with a colleague.

When you had told Holder that you shouldn't see each other again outside of work, citing the sergeant's exam as the reason - there had been a brief flicker in his eyes and he had shrugged.

"Whatever, you do you."

That was six weeks ago, since then it had just been nods and curt hellos in corridors...now this.

You were worried, you couldn't deny it. You also couldn't deny that you missed him, especially after the string of disappointing dates you'd been on.

You have to show your ID at reception because it's so late, and technically visiting hours are over.

"Room 28, he might be asleep." The receptionist sighs wearily.

However when you get to Holder's room, he's sitting up in bed watching TV. Observing him through the little window in the door, your heart aches at the sight of his bruised face and stitched forehead. You've never seen him look so vulnerable.

You open the door with a little knock, he turns and his face lights up.

"Yo, here she is!" He croaks.

"Did Liz leave?" You ask, trying not to stare too much.

"Yeah, had to get little man home."

You sit on the chair at his bedside and sigh. "What happened Holder?"

"Got into a tussle with my CI." He huffs.

"Over what?"

"The bastard gave me false information ok? Caused a lot of shit at the station and made me look like a fucking rookie." He spits.

"Ok ok." You sooth. "Settle down."

You both turn when the door opens and a nurse pokes her head in. "Oh hello. I'm sorry, visiting hours are over."

"It's ok Norma, she's my girlfriend." Holder pipes up.

You shoot him a death stare and he grins weakly.

"Still, you should leave." Norma says. "We'll be discharging him in the morning, it might be a good idea to bring him some clean clothes."

"You'll be here, won't you babe?" He winks.

"Yes darling." You murmer. It was the least you could do. "How injured is he, exactly?"

"Minor contusions, bruised ribs. He's lucky."

"Yeah I feel real lucky." Holder mutters.

"I'll give you another minute." Norma says briskly.

"I guess I'll need your keys then." You say, standing up.

"In my pocket." Holder nods toward a chair where his clothes are folded neatly. You fish in his jeans pocket, trying to ignore the streaks of blood on everything.

"You want me to take these home and wash them?" You ask, holding the jeans at arms length.

"Nah, just throw them away." He says quietly.

You slip the keys into your bag. "Do you want me to bring anything besides clothes?"

Holder shakes his head, squinting at you. "How come you're dressed up?"

"Oh." You look down at your dress and heels. "I was having dinner with a friend."

He looks at you dolefully. "A friend, huh?"

Just then Norma returns, saving you from any more awkward questions. "Ready to leave?"

You give Holder a little wave as you go, he nods and turns his attention back to the TV.

* * * *

The next morning, you drop by Holder's apartment on the way to the hospital, and are shocked by how organised and clean it is. You water his plants and browse his bookshelves, before you remember why you're really there, quickly grabbing some clothes and underwear out of his bedroom. Before you leave you make sure that his bed is made and clean, and turn the heating on ready for him to come home.

At the hospital he's still in bed, filling out discharge forms.

"Morning." You smile, giving his shoulder a squeeze.

He looks up at you, his eyes lingering. "I'm almost finished with these fucking forms."

You pull out the clothes you picked, a hoodie and sweatpants. "These ok?"

"Anything's better than this." Holder frowns, pulling at his hospital gown.

With relief, you notice that his bloody clothes have vanished.

Norma appears in the doorway with a smile. "Everything all right Stephen?"

"Yeah. Here." He holds the forms out for her. "Anyone would think you're trying to get rid of me or something."

"Never." Norma winks at you conspiratorally and you smile faintly.

"Let's get you dressed." You say, suddenly eager to leave.

"I can do it myself. I ain't no invalid." He grumbles, limping off to the bathroom.

You stand with Norma in awkward silence as you wait.

"You ok in there Hold - Stephen?" You call.

"I'll be out in a minute!" He replies, like a petulant teenager.

Norma smiles indulgently. "I was married to a cop for ten years. Most stressful time of my life. "

Holder emerges and your stomach flutters because he looks kind of adorable, his hair sticking up in odd places from pulling the hoodie on. You reach up and comb your fingers through it, trying to flatten it. He grins at you and you giggle, feeling yourself flush.

"Well aren't you two the sweetest." Norma murmurs, insincerely.

* * * *

Holder dozes off in the cab on the way to his apartment, his head falling onto your shoulder. It makes something inside you ache, and when you wake him up he looks so lost and sad you just want to kiss him and make it all better.

Once inside his apartment, Holder slumps on the couch, and reaches for the TV remote.

"Are you hungry?" You ask, slipping some cushions behind him.

"Nah. I could go for a juice box though, there's some in the fridge." He says, flicking through channels.

"Juice box Holder, really? How old are you?" You smirk.

"I keep 'em for my nephew. Besides, they're damn tasty. Grab one and see."

The fridge is empty apart from the juice boxes and a carton of eggs on the verge of expiring.

"You need food." You state, handing him the juice.

"Thanks. Don't worry about it, I'll order something."

"You can't just live off takeout, you're recovering. I saw a grocery store on the corner, I'll just go down and grab a couple of things." You say, reaching for your purse.

"You don't have to do that," He says, gazing up at you. "You've done enough. I'm sorry that you got roped into all this."

"I'm not leaving you to fend for yourself Holder." You say lightly. "I promised Norma."

He chuckles. "Oh. Well, then."

* * * *

As you walk the short distance to the store your phone starts buzzing. Seeing your mom's number, your heart sinks. SHIT.

"Mom-"

"Where are you? We've been waiting for half an hour. "

Brunch with your mom, sister and nieces had completely slipped your mind.

"I'm so sorry mom, go ahead without me. I had an emergency."

She sighs down the phone. "Let me guess, work?"

You try to ignore exasperated tone. "My friend got hurt, I had to take care of them."

"Oh. I'm sorry, are they going to be all right?"

"Yes, thanks. Look I'm really sorry, I promise I'll make it next time."

"It's fine honey, we're used to it." She murmurs.

Your blood starts to boil, feeling like chastised little girl.

"I've got to go mom." You say through gritted teeth.

"Of course. Goodbye dear."

"Bye mom, love you."

After you hang up you notice all the missed messages from your sister. Oops. Sighing, you head into the store.

* * * *

On your return you find Holder asleep on the couch, his hood pulled down over his eyes. You put the groceries away as quietly as possible, soup, more juice boxes, vegan protein bars, bananas.

He stirs slightly when you pull a blanket over him and you get that feeling again, that ache in your chest. You realise it's the overwhelming need to take care of him, protect him, because you care about him. You care about Stephen Holder.

"Shit." You mutter under your breath.

You make yourself a hot chocolate and curl up on the armchair opposite the couch, with the TV on low.

An hour or so passes before Holder wakes, peeking out from under his hood, he looks surprised to see you.

"Hey." You smile softly. "How are you feeling?"

"Better." He yawns, gingerly sitting up.

Your eyes drift down towards the sizable tent in his sweatpants and despite yourself, you feel your pussy twitch.

"Oh." Holder laughs, looking down. "What can I say, I was dreaming about you."

"Yeah right." You snort.

"It's true baby." He smiles, biting his lip.

"You need a cold shower, Holder." You swallow, looking away, flustered.

"I got a better idea." He croons. "Why don't you help me out." He pushes his pants down and his erection springs free. "C'mon it's been so long. I missed you."

The sight of his thick cock makes your mouth start to water and the heat spread between your legs.

"You mean there hasn't been anyone else since we..." You trail off.

Holder's hand is on his cock now, lazily stroking himself. "Nah. I don't want nobody else."

"Me neither. " You quietly admit.

"Really? What about the 'friend' you were with last night?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

"He's nobody. My sister set it up."

Holder smirks. "Nobody compared to me you mean?"

You start to crawl towards him. "Do you want my help or not?"

"Absolutely. Come on over here. " He says lowly, holding his hand out to you while he continues to jerk off.

You stop next to the couch and lean over, kissing him softly.

"Up here." He says, patting his thighs. "I want your pussy. "

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."

"Don't worry about hurting me, baby." He grins and watches as you stand up, pulling off your jeans and underwear.

"Fuck, I missed your sweet cunt." He murmers as you straddle him, wary of leaning on him too heavily.

He grabs your hair and kisses you hungrily, you kiss him back, hard, licking into his mouth. He makes a needy noise in the back of his throat, spurring you on, and you start pulling off his hoodie. He winces a little and you pause.

"Sorry." You mumble, kissing his neck and shoulders, mindful of the bruises on his torso.

Holder opens your shirt, fumbling with the buttons. "I missed these titties too, fuck." He gropes them, pushing your bra down and taking a nipple into his mouth. You can't take much more, it's almost embarrassing how much you want him inside you.

You wrap your hand around his cock and lower yourself slowly onto him, inch by inch.

He gasps and lays back on the cushions. "You feel so fucking good."

You rock your hips as gently as you can, bracing your hand on the wall above the couch. Oh, you've missed him too. The way his cock fills you perfectly, the way he looks up at you.

"Is this OK?" You ask softly.

"Yeah." He nods, his hand squeezing your ass. "Don't stop."

As you continue to fuck him gently, in the most restrained way possible, his fingers make their way between your legs where your bodies join. He lightly touches your clit and you can feel it throbbing under his fingertips. It's almost unbearable; you're used to the wham bam with Holder, he knows your body so well you usually climax within 15 minutes. You'd be grabbing him, sinking your nails into his back, biting his lip. But this, this was taking time.

Evidently Holder is impatient too, he can't help but bucking up into you, applying more pressure to your clit. You moan as you feel your cunt start to pulse around him and he stiffens under you, his hips stuttering as he comes deep inside you.

"Are you ok?" You ask, stroking his hair.

"I love you." He blurts, staring up at you, his pupils still lust blown.

"Oh." You breathe, feeling your stomach dip.

Holder's eyes flicker with disappointment and he swallows. "I mean I love fucking you. That's what I meant."

"I love you too, Stephen." You say softly, and it sounds so right.

He smiles then, his eyes lighting up.

You clear your throat. "I mean, I love fucking you too."

Holder chuckles. "Right. Juice box?"

#stephen holder #stephen holder x female reader #stephen holder x you

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junipermurdock · 3 years

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I know writing this is useless because I have like 20 followers but still, I'm pissed.

Every single fanfic on this site that doesn't specify that the reader is tall has a tiny reader.

And like, 99% of them don't specify that the reader is small at the beginning.

Hey, I get it, most cis women are short or at least, not-tall. But what about the tall women?

I'm non binary and I'm comfortable with fem!reader fics but I'm also 6ft tall (1,83m). That's as tall as Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan, for reference. And I feel so excluded every single time.

Yes, I can imagine Steve Rogers or Bucky Barnes or whoever it is being 6'5 or whatever but I can't ignore all the descriptions of how small and frail and tiny I'm supposed to be.

I'm not.

I'm a 6ft chubby and strong fem-aligned person.

And I'm not even asking for fics where the reader is tall, or chubby or whatever. I'm just asking for writers to tag their fics accordingly.

You want to write short!reader fics? Go ahead, but tag it. If it's a size kink story, tag it. Say it at the beginning. Don't make me invested in a story were I don't fit.

Or even better, if you're supposed to be writing for an unspecified reader, don't put descriptions of their body!!!! Most of the time it's not necessary for the story!!!! Just say the love interest is taller/wider/stronger and move on.

And, because I'm white, I'm not gonna dive deep in how you also tend to exclude poc from your fics. But I'm still mentioning it because it's important.

If you're writing reader insert fics but you exclude a big chunk of your audience, who are you writing this for?

If you have a vision of how the reader is supposed to look and you describe it in your fic, simply make it a OC fic, not a reader insert.

And I'm sorry if this sounds harsh, but it is really frustrating to feel excluded from most of these stories that appear on my dash and everyone claims that they're amazing fics. I'm sure they are. But they're not for me. I can't imagine myself being everything that I'm not just to enjoy a fic, because I can't enjoy it like this.

And I know fanfiction is free and how much work, time, dedication and passion you guys put into all of these stories, but that doesn't justify the constant unnecessary exclusion.

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #loki x reader #tall!reader #short!reader #plus-size!reader #reader insert #fanfic #fanfiction #rant

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that-damn-girl · 3 years

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(1) Daze of Pollen

(Work in Progress - 1 of 8; Slow updates)

Daze of Pollen Materlist

Pairing: (cis)fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson

Words: 1800+

Warnings: None except language?

Summary: Bucky, Steve, Sam and you are in the safe house post mission when a retrieved Hydra device activates, releasing a kind of pollen you don’t know of, but the effects of which are soon discovered.

A/N: To all my horny bitches out there, I’m sorry the first chapter isn’t smutty. I didn’t plan on keeping the entire first chapter as the intro but it just...happened. Also, This is my submission for @buckyssoul ‘s Rae Hit 1k Marvel Writing Challenge. I’m sorry for the delay. Hope you like it!

It is a strange concept, really. We don't always get what we want. But if we do, it's when we least expect it, in the most strangest of ways as well.

Call it your good luck, fate, destiny, a simple mere coincidence, or whatever. You were grateful for that night in the safe house regardless. For the first and the last time, you could say that you were thankful for a little Hydra contraption.

It all started during a peaceful dinner. You and your group of friends were relaxing after a successful mission, treating yourselves with any and all comfort food available in the safe house. The mission was anticipated to be much harder than usual; the only reason why Bucky and Sam had asked you and Steve to accompany them. Quite unexpectedly, the mission went smoothly and it seemed there was no need for the extra help they had requested. But considering the mission consisted of scoping out an abandoned Hydra base, being overly cautious was preferred than being overconfident. One never knew the levels of villainy Hydra truly possessed.

Oh, you were about to discover the truth in that statement just fine.

Bucky sat across from you on the dining table, Sam to your right. The duo played catch with a balled sheet of paper, their half eaten meals abandoned on the table. You and Steve conversed with them while enjoying your respective sandwiches.

It was true that Steve had given up his Captain America mantle to Sam, a man just as deserving of the title, but hadn't completely retired. He didn't get out on the field anymore, but used his excellent strategic skills in planning the missions sometimes, especially if it included Hydra.

All of you would have been enroute to the Compound had Rhodey and Scott not hogged the quinjet. None of you minded though. With the four of you together, it was very much like a quiet night in with close friends. Unbeknown to you, it wasn't going to be particularly quiet much longer.

"Does it smell funny to anybody else here?" Bucky asked, pausing midway while rocking his chair. Squinting his eyes, he glanced around himself to locate the source of the smell, a deep frown etched onto his features.

Steve took a tentative whiff, you and Sam doing the same. "No pal, I don't smell anything."

"It's…" Bucky closed his eyes, taking in deep inhales. "It's faint but it's there. I'm sure of it."

You and Sam glanced at each other, a raised eyebrow followed by a shrug. Suddenly Bucky sat up with a start, his gaze fixating on a corner of the room. Following his line of sight, you found the hard black stacked containers with the Shield logo which held the Hydra files and devices you had retrieved from the base earlier in the mission.

"It's coming from there, I think." Bucky stood up and reached the stacked containers in only a few long strides. Before any of you could stop him, he lifted the cover to inspect its contents.

Immediately a puff of bright yellow powder-like substance was released from the inside, as if a smoke bomb had been triggered. Bucky coughed as the coloured dust hit his senses. It didn't take long for the particles to dissipate in the air. Soon the clean air around you was shrouded with the yellow dust, leaving all of you a coughing mess.

"What is it?" You wondered, one hand waving in front of your face to get rid of the dust while the other protectively covered your nose. It was no use though. It was everywhere, the particles so fine they slithered through the gaps between your fingers. You could do nothing but inhale it as you coughed helplessly. The particles stuck to the insides of your mouth. You couldn't feel them on your tongue or the roof of your mouth, but the dryness that followed was a sure shot indication. The tangy scent of it overwhelmed your senses, making you wonder how could you have missed it.

"Look inside the container, Bucky. See what released it." Sam instructed with broken words in between the coughs.

"Fucking Hydra," Steve muttered under his breath.

Following Sam's orders, Bucky peeked inside and pulled out a wooden cube. It was small enough to be grasped in his palm. One of its faces had the ugly red symbol of Hydra painted on it. The cube was heavily cracked along the sides. Had Bucky not held onto it firmly, it would have fallen apart right then.

Sam, you and Steve drifted closer to Bucky as the yellow dust gradually dissipated into nothing - or rather as the most of it was already inhaled by you all. The cube appeared to hold some carvings in a language you supposed was Russian.

"I...don't...understand…" Bucky's fingers drifted across the letters as he tried to make sense of it. "Fuck!" With widened eyes, Bucky retraced the words, confirming what he had read. Throwing the cube across the room, he started pacing the room, his head hidden behind his palms.

"Come on, man, you're scaring me." Steve said, approaching his friend.

"You should be!" Bucky yelled, all his frustrations coming out on the wrong person. He loudly groaned, rubbing his forehead, "I'm sorry. It's just that…"

"What is it, Bucky?" You asked.

Bucky looked at you, his gaze sweeping over your form. He bit his lip, an almost remorseful look coming over in his eyes. In a much softer voice, he said, "I don't know how to explain it. I don't know where to start."

"Do you know what the yellow dust we all inhaled was?" Sam asked.

Bucky replied after a long pause. "It was a sort of pollen which Hydra had engineered."

"Hydra modified...pollen?" You asked. The idea sounded as bizarre to you as snow in the Sahara. "What?"

"No- Well, um, yes," Bucky took a deep breath before he started explaining. "Hydra could never replicate the super soldier serum they used on me. But they needed more super soldiers. It hardly ever happened that anybody else would succeed in recreating those serums so that Hydra could steal. They decided that if they couldn't transform using the serums, they would...breed super soldiers. That's when Project Growth started. These pollen were engineered to assist in it."

"How did the pollen assist Project Growth?" You asked, confusion dripping from your voice.

Bucky glanced at you but quickly diverted his gaze, unable to keep the eye contact. "Project Growth was about using super soldiers like me and those four others to... impregnate willing women. Conception with super soldiers is harder than usual for some reason. So they came up with this pollen to aid the process. It's an aphrodisiac. They called it sex pollen, because well, it increases one's sexl drive... by a lot. So much so that it might be fatal if the person exposed to it doesn't, you know, climax."

"What? Are we gonna want to fuck like rabbits then? Become Hydra's breeding bitches?" Sam asked, crossing his arms in front of him.

"The experiments were never successful. They did it a couple of times and it never resulted in a pregnancy. This box," Bucky gestured to the broken cube lying on the floor, "I don't know how or when but it got activated somehow." He shrugged helplessly. "I have no idea if the pollen inside it was a sample of those failed experiments or if that of a new one. Either way, we don't have long before the effects would start showing."

There was a lull in the room, the implications of what Bucky said sitting heavy on everyone's minds.

"We can keep ourselves locked in our separate rooms until it wears off to...get ourselves off." Steve's cheeks were tinged a deep shade of red as he proposed the idea.

"It's not that easy. Trust me, I've been through it." Bucky looked at Steve. "It's something about needing another person's touch; a sense of intimacy. No matter what you do on your own, it won't ever be enough. It would send you in a daze of lust, where the only thing you could focus on would be to anyhow satiate yourselves. You would desperately want another person to touch you, no matter who or what gender. You'd need them to touch you." He glanced at each one of you. "I'm sorry, but it's going to be nasty."

"So what you're saying is, it's basically fuck or die?" Sam said.

"When you put it that way…" Bucky tried to think of a better phrase but finding none, he replied, "-Well, yes."

"I don't know what to say," You crossed your hands in front of your chest. To say that you were shocked was a massive understatement. You couldn't even begin to believe that any of it was true.

Unconsciously, your gaze drifted over each of the men in the room. They all stood with a hard look on their handsome faces, lost deep in thought. You weren't sure if it was you or the pollen due to which you felt yourself get wet, your panties gradually dampening and sticking to your form.

Truth be told, you had always wondered what being with these men would feel like, what fucking them would be like. Would Sam choke you in a sensual manner with those bulging arms of his? Would Bucky keep you pinned to the bed with his thick thighs? What would gripping America's Ass feel like when Steve would be pumping his length into you?

You bit your lip, your mind conjuring up a train of lewd images. You wondered if it all would come true that night. Though you had considered them insanely attractive since the day you had met them, you never dared to act upon any of your desires with either of them. They were your close friends, and you'd be damned if you'd destroy it for a night of pleasure.

Now though, you had no other option but to fuck them if you valued your life. On any other day you would have laughed boisterously had anyone suggested such a thing, but it was your reality right then.

You realized it didn't have to be a necessarily bad thing though

Huffing dramatically, you stood straighter, hands falling by your sides. With a newfound confidence, you asked, "Well then, what are we waiting for?"

"What?" Steve asked, dumbfounded.

"At one point or the other, we would eventually go crawling to someone. I don't think we'd be in control of ourselves if it would make us that desperate. Avoiding the inevitable makes no sense. It's better to start it while we are still able to make conscious decisions and consent to being with each other. At least I'd prefer that."

The men looked at each other, a silent conversation happening amongst them. Bucky asked, "Are you sure, Y/N?"

You smiled. "I am, Bucky. If it's gonna be this way, then I'm glad it's the three of you. Are you guys sure though?"

Bucky glanced at Sam and Steve before smirking, "You bet we are, babydoll."

You walked closer to Bucky, standing on the tip of your toes as your arms curved around his neck, excitement thrumming through your veins. "Let's get this show started then."

Chapter 2

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rusty-bucket-of-swamp-water · 3 years

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some avengers gender headcanons

I’m gender. Here’s some more. Gender.

Part one- Specific Charactters

Banner: nonbinary, they/them. definitely didn’t realize it until right around the time of civil war/thor ragnorak. and then they were like. “O H. that’s why i liked it more when people call me dr banner/banner more than bruce”. anyways, so yea.

Peter Parker: trans. he/they/it. i take no criticism. this is canon. shut the fuck up.

MJ: also nonbinary, uses all pronouns. never officially came out but does so everytime they’re referred to as a girl or by the wrong name

all loki variants: genderfluid. pronoun preferences may vary. the only possible acception to this rule is transfem sylvie

gamora: trans woman. she/her. yes, thanos accepted her as a woman. it is the only good thing he did as a father figure.

monica: transfem. she/they came out early to her mom and carol and they immediately did a bunch of research. maria helped her a lot with figuring it out

nebula: genderqueer (yes this is mcu nebula And what if nebula. both are genderqueer) i wanna say they/them but i’m not sure. there’s just something so Not cis about this character tho.

bucky barnes: agender. they/she/he. idk, i just like the concept of bucky’s journey of discovering themself includes some sort of gender realization. and sam (who’s definitely like bucky’s personal queer encyclopedia) helps her a lot

vision: being a robot without a concept of gender, i’m gonna go with agender and they/it or it/they pronouns

pietro: demiboy. he/him. look, if he and wanda were identical twins, then one of em has to be trans.

dr strange: trans. he/him he is a whole trans man. did you see that movie? did you see his what if episode? those aren’t cis people things. i can’t explain it. but trans folk are magical wizards.

yondu: i’m not entirely sure, but he ain’t cis. maybe nonbinary in some way? idk

hela: demigirl. she/they. look, she literally is based off of hel/hela from ancient norse legends who was half-girl, half-corpse or whatever. anyways, half-girl

Part two- Like, the Worldbuilding Trans Shit, idk

wakanda: look, they for sure have some really good help for trans folk. i know it.

the red room: all of the kids are afab, but not all of them are girls

asgard: really great resources of trans people but it’s hard to get to if you don’t ask heimdall

stark industries (that’s what it’s called right?): tony for sure has donated and done stuff for charities and stuff, and i’m sure some of them were specifically lgbtq+ ones

tva: gives off big transphobe vibes, not gonna lie. but the individual people working there are usually accepting (or trans themselves)

shield: i mean, look, if you’re working for them and you need the governemnt or whatever to just.. forget your birthname... maybe they do... and your agab... and whatever else you need... if you know what i’m saying

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justan-0-t-h-3-r · 3 years

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I've been thinking...Trans Steve and Cis Bucky?

Pre serum skinny Steve being ftm and Bucky being his best friend who is absolutely loving and supportive of him with an overprotective but accepting Sarah as his mother who doesn't want him handing around with the boys because he's skinny and sick and the boys play rough?

Sarah who loves that Bucky is so supportive but constantly worries they're more than friends and refuses to let them be alone together who may or may not find them in bed together doing nothing but cuddling as Steve is sick but she freaks out anyway?

Steve binding dangerously with tape or whatever he can find which makes his asthma even worse and Bucky getting borderline mad when he does because Steve has an asthma attack after a fight and he just thinks Steve is perfect the way he is.

Steve and Bucky being just pals until Sarah dies then they get drunk and have a series of unsafe sex because condoms are expensive leaving Steve freaking out every month until it comes.

Then Steve worries Bucky is only using him/sees him as a 'girl' but doesn't think for a second Bucky might actually be in love with him?

Does anyone wanna rp this???

(Side note, this is not a kink, I am ftm myself so don't be an asshole 💁🏼)

#riley writes random shit because he can #james bucky barnes #mcu #steve rogers #marvel #trans steve rogers #pre serum stucky #stucky rp #stucky

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wannabe-fic-writer · 4 years

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Tolerance

Summary: Natasha likes to push.

Warning: 18+ Language, Jealousy, Teasing, Smut (Daddy kink, marking, spanking, fingering, strap on)

Word Count: 2,031

Side Note: I have no idea what made me write this but I’ve never written straight up smut so I hope this isn’t crap.

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She is a tease.

The biggest tease you’ve ever met.

It’s nothing you can’t handle but that doesn’t mean you enjoy not being able to do anything about it.

Quite frankly you knew this was going to happen. Tony and Pepper sent Morgan to spend the weekend with her grandparents which meant free time for them. In true Tony Stark fashion, he planned a party.

He told the team weeks ahead of time and it’s safe to say that everyone got considerably excited over it. There hadn’t been a Stark party since long before the snap and no one would admit how much they missed them.

When Saturday night arrived, you and Natasha got ready an hour before the party. Despite your admonishing to do so before then, only for Natasha to dismiss that idea by telling you that you would just be fashionably late.

The second she left your bedroom to get dressed you knew she was up to something. So before you pulled on your black dress pants, you stepped into a harness and secured Natasha’s favorite red ribbed dildo to it, tying it to your thigh with an inconspicuously wrapped belt.

As always your girlfriend looks beyond gorgeous. The black thigh length dress exposes her back and leaves a space at her side, revealing just enough of the curve of her breast to make you clench your jaw.

She combs her fingers up into her hair and shakes the curls out to leave a wavy look behind.

On the drive to the building you warn Natasha not to try anything, her smirking at you and saying,“ we’ll see.”

And you so indeed see.

Along with the team, there are a number of other people around. The King and Princess of Wakanda escorted by the general, Fury and Hill, as well as the Captain herself Carol.

Which leaves a number of people for Natasha to flirt with.

No matter where you stand she’s directly in your line of sight: at the bar with Bucky and Steve, on the provided couches with Wanda and Clint, in a corner with Tony and Bruce.

She leaves lingering touches on the people she’s chosen to drag into her little game. Leaning close to them just enough to put her chest on display.

If it weren’t Natasha everyone might’ve thought something of her actions, but it’s very publicly known that she’s your girl.

The two of you hadn’t fucked out in the open at any point but you never bothered to cover the many bruises and marks you decided to leave on each other. And that’s evidence enough.

Apparently though, someone didn’t get the memo.

Two hours into the party, as Natasha notices your lack of reaction, she tries for a more embolden play.

Grabbing the hand of Carol Danvers, she pulls the woman on to the dance floor.

It’s not packed enough for you to lose her, which you’re grateful for. It allows you to send a murderous glare their way as you watch your girlfriend sexually dance against the blonde woman.

Her hips move in an enticing manner, the Captain matching her movement as her hands lay against your girlfriend’s hips.

Disregarding the drink you just ordered, you march over to the two, jaw clenched so tightly your teeth might shatter.

Natasha’s green eyes alight as you approach. Fire setting inside her when you grab her waist and spin her into you.

“Excuse me, we have something important to discuss.” You give your best smile to the blonde woman before pulling Natasha away.

She excitedly keeps pace with you as you walk through the hallway of the venue, each step taken with intense purpose.

Having never been in the building before you aren’t sure where to go, purposefully passing the bathrooms, until you finally find a door marked ‘Administrative Office’.

Natasha has no time to think. You open the door and pull her into the room, pressing your lips against hers with pent up fervor.

She eagerly returns it, a cocky smirk breaking the kiss.

“What’s gotten into you Y/L/N?” She teases.

“You don’t think I knew what your plan was already?” You cock a brow at her.“ This skimpy little dress of yours gave the plan away before we even left the apartment.”

She knows you knew, she just didn’t think you caught on that early.

“I-”

“Don’t. I’m sure whatever you’re about to say is a bunch of bullshit. Besides you know exactly why we’re in here.”

Even though it’s not a question, she nods. It’s as if she’s already fallen into the heat and intensity of the moment.

A switch basically flicks in her as she waits, ready to comply to whatever is about to happen. She knows whatever you’re about to do is going to be worth it.

You run your thumb along her bottom lip and she sucks it into her mouth without needing instruction. Letting it go with a pop, a small string of spit hooking around her bottom lip, that she licks away.

Her tongue leaves her lips looking even more glossy, accentuating how plump and kiss swollen they are. This just makes you kiss her again.

A low moan vibrates through it as your hand tangles in her hair and tugs. You trail hot open mouth kisses across her collarbone, leaving marks behind that will for sure be visible by the time you return to the party.

“You must feel pretty proud of the show you put on out there huh?”

She moans again as you speak against her neck, voice low and rough with arousal.

When you pull back you find her green eyes blown,“ did you enjoy dancing with Carol like that?” You circle her body like she’s your prey, stopping behind her to speak in her ear,“ grinding into her, letting her touch you the way that she did?”

Emphasizing your point, you mimic their past actions: pushing your hips into Natasha so that your strap rubs against her ass and running your hands down her waist.

Natasha breathes heavily and rests her head back against your shoulder,“ it worked didn’t it?” She bites your ear, running her tongue across it as she pulls away.

“That’s not what I asked you. I want to know if you enjoyed it?”

She has two options here. Tell you ‘no’ and let this continue exactly how it usually would. Or lie and tell you ‘yes’, eliciting you to punish her and this continues roughly.

“Yes.” She whispers.

Jaw clenching, your hand trails up her back, and you push her down. The red head hisses at the feeling of the cold wood pressed against the tops of her breasts.

Your fingers leave a burning trail up her thighs to the bottom of her dress and you hike it up to bunch at her stomach.

When your hand rubs soft circles on her ass she knows what’s coming. The anticipation of it sends another wave of arousal into her stomach and pooling between her legs.

The first smack is painfully delicious, making her hiss and moan through the number one, not forgetting to count along even in her sex daze.

The force of your smacks and the burn on her ass eventually has her jolting against the mahogany desk and she knows her panties are beyond ruined.

After the tenth smack you stop, once again rubbing the abused cheek soothingly. It’s a familiar tingly painful sensation but she loves it.

She’s not fully recovered from your previous actions when she feels your fingers sliding through her folds, collecting her arousal and ghosting over her clit.

“Y/n please.”

A dark chuckle falls from your lips that’s equally intimidating as it is sexy,“ begging so soon? Where’d all that courage from early go?”

You tease her entrance with your fingers as you speak, just barely slipping one inside her.

Being so riled up has her cursing already, a near silent “fuck” falling from her lips at your ministrations.

“I find it amusing that you’re begging me now when just minutes ago you were practically letting Carol fuck you on the dance floor.”

She whimpers at both your words and the way you roughly remove your fingers from her. Your finger hadn’t filled her by any means but the loss of your touch is enough to make tears spring in her eyes.

Turning her head, she looks back at you,“ I don’t want Carol. I don’t want anyone but you. Please.”

You decide that she’s been teased enough, and you know she has no feelings towards Carol it was all to get a rise out of you.

It’s beyond relieving to her to hear the belt of your pants clatter against the floor. You pull her underwear off of her, the fabric slightly agitating her abused ass.

“Tell me something Tasha, do you think you deserve to be fucked?”

She’s nodding before the questions is even asked.

Amused, you run the tip of the strap against her folds, collecting her dripping arousal on it, before easing it into her.

The rigged dildo fills her and has her gripping the desk already.

You start with a slow teasing pace, hand just barely gripping her hip as you move into her.

Until she starts to moan louder, breathing harshly as she says,“ harder daddy, please.”

Her words make you still, purely because you have to process the sound of that word leaving her mouth. She speaks it with such innocence despite your current actions.

Only for it to be spoken appropriately dirtier as you begin to pound into the woman.

Her body bounces every time your hips connect, her arousal coats not only her own thighs but also yours. She’s cursing, begging, and calling you ‘daddy’ in an attempt to make you literally ruin her.

But that’s practically guaranteed when she cums without your permission.

If she’s being honest she wouldn’t have been able to stop it anyway. You’d managed to hit her most sensitive spot repeatedly and there was no holding back the orgasm that forced from her.

Since she’s decided to disregard your rules, you work harder and faster to pull another one from her seconds later. But you know she can do better than that.

And she does, cumming a third time with a single thrust. Her legs quiver and her arms grow weak.

“Fuck, Y/n, I can’t-”

“Just one more pretty girl. You can do that for daddy can’t you?”

Wanting nothing more than to please you, she slides a hand underneath her body and circles her clit. Your ministrations plus hers makes her cum a forth time.

She literally screams, a Russian curse mixed in, as she collapses against the desk.

You just barely move inside her, allowing her to come down from the highest of highs. A hand running over her thigh in time with your slow rocks.

When her thighs settle and her body stops heaving with each breath, you pull out of her. A whimper spills from her lips with her last ‘fuck’.

Helping her sit up, you turn her around to face you. Gentle fingers comb red hair out of her face and wipe away the tear stains.

“I love you.” You smile at her.

Of course she returns it, no matter how outdone she is,“ I love you too.”

After you’ve eased her underwear back into place and fixed her dress, you fix yourself. Ideally you’d clean yourselves up but that’s not an option at the moment and you’re slightly pleased with the idea of her being reminded of this moment every time her slick thighs rub together.

“Just a reminder, I can handle a lot of things, but I don’t tolerate people touching my girl.” The grip you assume on the back of her neck is equally as loving as it is a warning,“ try that again and you won’t be walking for a week.”

She nods, teeth biting into her bottom lip.

When the two of you return to the party, marks blooming on Natasha’s skin aa she clings to your arm, it’s clear to everyone what just went down. But it’s not spoken on.

******

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel x reader #mcu x reader

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bowiebond · 3 years

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Okay trans!Steve Rogers but it’s the serum that transitioned him in the 40’s.

Hear me out, imagine it.

Most people assume Steve is a sickly small guy cause he refuses to wear dresses and cuts his hair short since he was young. He’s got a strong jaw and hooded eyes from his father. His mother doesn’t understand it, but says nothing, unsure how to change Steve’s determined soul who refuses to comply with whatever she tries to put him in or call him. He’s Steve, a boy, end of story.

Steve is sick constantly; the only people who know he was born a girl are doctors and teachers who think he cut his hair to be “trendy” like the pretty TV girls in the 20’s, like his mother. He doesn’t correct them for his own safety, but doesn’t respond to it either.

Bucky doesn’t understand and protects Steve whenever he can because he’s still fragile even if he’s not a girl. Steve hates it for many reasons but understands.

It’s not until he goes for the serum that he changes. The serum did as it was supposed to.

Turned the inside to the outside.

Showed the world the good man inside of Steve.

(You can decide how it was done, if it was just a boost of testosterone, if certain areas of fat just shifted to give a more masculine frame, if he had a cis body all together afterwards, etc.)

#trans steve rogers #steve rogers #marvel #mcu #Captain america #trans headcanon

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nostalgicatsea · 4 years

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Common questions about and excuses for racism in fandom

I noticed that the same excuses, justifications, and questions that have come up in response to racism in fandom over the years appear in the notes for my post, so here’s a FAQ of sorts to address them. Hopefully, this will help people understand why these arguments don’t stand up to scrutiny and have something to refer to in lieu of writing a new reply every time someone says these things.

Due to the length of this post, I made a Google doc for easier reading. Please note that several points are specific to the Marvel fandom and to the post linked above and are often M/M-focused (I explain why in that post), but generally speaking, the following can be applied to any fandom and various relationships.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

I can ship whatever I want. Stop being the fandom police!

Shipping isn’t activism.

Fandom is supposed to be fun. Being told what to do or not to do isn’t fun.

I put a lot of different people in my works, and I do research about the groups they’re in. For example, I have a *marginalized group here* character (e.g., disabled), and I did research to represent them accurately. It’s not fair to say that I don’t care about diversity.

I don’t think people should write about POC if they’re white, just like I wouldn’t want anyone to talk about *insert topic you’re passionate about or interest group you’re in here* (e.g., the BDSM community) if they didn’t know anything about it.

I really don’t have any knowledge about what it’s like to be a POC, though, so maybe I’m not the best person for this. If POC want to see themselves represented, they should make their own works.

I’m not comfortable with writing POC as I’m unfamiliar with the struggles they experience. I don’t want my writing to come off as inauthentic, inaccurate, or offensive. Why are you saying it’s harmful to use this as a reason for abstaining from writing POC?

It doesn’t make sense to include every single POC in my work.

What you said and the data you have don’t necessarily point to racism. It might just be individual preference. I prefer certain ships over others, and it has nothing to do with race/I don’t see color.

A big part of what informs my shipping is physical attraction or interest in the characters.

I don’t ship _____ because I see them as brothers/sisters/siblings.

Some white characters and ships are popular in the MCU fandom because people bring in canon characterization or material from the comics to the character(s)/ship. Your MCU-only examination fails to account for ships with one character from the MCU and one from comics (e.g., MCU Bucky/616 Clint or Spideypool).

Some subfandoms just have fewer POC which means there will naturally be fewer ships featuring POC. To say that the Marvel fandom is racist as a whole is disingenuous; you can see how more diversity in the cast leads to more diverse ships in fanworks.

Some of the characters and ships are popular because white characters get the lion’s share of screen time and development or they appeared in canon earlier.

Is it racist to racebend a character?

Racist language in fics is more important than fandom representation.

My fanworks tend to focus on one ship and don’t really include other characters in general. When they do, the others mostly talk about that relationship. Am I falling into the trap you mentioned?

I feel guilty about not including or writing about *character of color’s name here*.

How do I ensure that I don’t offend anyone if I include POC in my work?

What should I do to examine myself for any implicit biases?

The rest of the post is under the cut.

I can ship whatever I want. Stop being the fandom police!

As explicitly stated several times in my post, I agree that you can ship whatever you want. I’m not targeting a specific ship. I’m not telling you to stop shipping what you ship. All I’m asking is for everyone, including myself and other POC, to regularly examine ourselves for any implicit biases. If you’re a multishipper, are all of your ships in the fandom white? If you only have one ship and it’s white, are most or all of your ships in your other/previous fandoms white? Is the only media you consume predominantly or all white?

Shipping isn’t activism.

No, it isn’t and in many cases, shouldn’t be seen or treated as the same thing. However, by responding this way to POC who want to see themselves represented in fanworks more and not be ignored or written stereotypically, you’re telling us that our mere existence is a “political issue.”

Fandom is supposed to be fun. Being told what to do or not to do isn’t fun.

It should be fun for us POC too, and it’s not when we’re consistently misrepresented or we don’t exist in this fandom. By using this as an excuse to exclude POC from your works, you’re saying that only some people are allowed to have fun or that having fun is conditional. Also, no one is forcing you as an individual to do or not do anything. See two paragraphs above.

Just like you do research for those groups, you can easily do research on POC. Also, please be aware that this statement is similar to the “I’m not racist because I have a ___ friend/have a ___ person in my works” argument that many people use to prove they’re not racist, homophobic, sexist, etc. We aren’t interchangeable with other groups.

Something like BDSM is a lifestyle and preference. It is a choice. Being a POC isn’t. We can’t take off our identity every time we leave the house, the way you might keep it secret at work that you’re in the BDSM scene.

We do. Also, all of us fanwork creators make works with characters who are different from us all the time. Fandom is largely composed of people who aren’t straight cis men, yet the bulk of works on AO3 features characters who are canonically or implied to be straight cis men even if we end up changing that in our works. Most of us aren’t billionaires, but we don’t have a problem writing Tony. We don’t know what it’s like to be a WWII-soldier-turned-brainwashed-assassin who was kept in cryo for decades except when deployed on missions, but we don’t have a problem writing Bucky. The list goes on.

Your concern isn’t harmful. Reducing us to our trauma is, and you’re doing that if the reason you’re not comfortable with writing POC is that you don’t know how to write our struggles. We’re not only our pain. We’re more than that.

Not every fic has to be about the trauma of being a POC. We deserve to have fun, silly fics in addition to serious, plotty drama. We’re not thinking about our suffering 24/7 even if we do think about or are affected by it a lot. It’s not like if you write a Sam/Bucky fic, Sam is going to randomly lecture Bucky about the history of Black people in the U.S. and modern enslavement through the prison industrial complex while Bucky is trailing kisses down his neck in bed. We don’t need everyone being racist to MJ in a Pride and Prejudice AU. If you do want to include their struggles because that informs the way the characters think or act in your story, you can do so in ways that feel organic.

Additionally, this is an excuse that we hear often; you may have heard it as people in Hollywood have used it to explain why they don’t have any, or at least any major, characters from marginalized groups in their works. If we allowed this excuse, an overwhelming majority of who we see in the media would be straight, cis white men considering who has power in the film and TV industry—and we would have to say that’s okay. We would have to say that the only people allowed to write about a certain group are members of that group, e.g., only women can write women. That’s not acceptable especially considering the gatekeeping, oppression, and high barriers to entry and success that make it difficult for marginalized people to even be in the room let alone make a name for themselves.

Fandom is no different. You’re saying that you can’t relate to POC because you’re white, but none of us POC have any problems making fanworks with white characters even though we don’t know what it’s like to be white. There are straight women who write fics about gay men and don’t feel uncomfortable doing so when they don’t know a single thing about being a gay man and the struggles of gay men (M/M can include bi or pan men, fics about gay men by straight women can sometimes include problematic portrayals, and straight men, queer women, and non-binary people write M/M too, but this is just an example).

You should be more careful when writing a POC if you're not a POC. The same goes for men writing women, cis people writing trans people, straight people writing queer people, able-bodied people writing disabled people, etc. However, there ARE ways to go about it, and while I understand the fear of messing up, the truth is everyone is racist, sexist, etc. Everyone including people in marginalized groups. Being a white lesbian doesn’t mean you can’t be racist. Being an Asian man doesn’t mean you can’t be sexist. You can see that within groups themselves. POC are not exempt from racism against other POC or from internalized racism against themselves or their own group. Women aren't free from internalized misogyny. The best we can do is to not make that prevent us from making inclusive works; if you make a mistake, which may happen, all we can ask is that you try your best to be open to feedback and grow.

It doesn’t make sense to include every single POC in my work.

No one is telling you to. Choose characters who make sense for the story. Don’t choose them just so you have a POC in your work. We don’t want them to be tokenized.

This argument is identical to the “not all _____” rebuttal (“not all men,” “not all white people,” etc.) which places the blame on a few lone individuals and shifts the conversation away from an existing widespread problem. When there’s a consistent pattern and there are many examples of it both within the fandom and in other fandoms, it no longer is about individual preference.

I urge you to consider the following:

If most people say they don’t write about or include a POC in their work because it’s too difficult or they’re afraid of making that character inauthentic, but they don’t seem to have an issue with writing other characters from groups they’re not in (e.g., if you’re a straight woman who writes a lot of M/M fics despite not knowing what it’s like to be a bi, pan, or gay man), doesn’t that say something?

If most people have the same reasons you do about not being interested in POC (e.g., “they’re not fleshed out enough” while being interested in or fleshing out minor white characters who get the same or even less development as those characters) or ships with POC (e.g., saying “they’re like brothers” while being interested in a white ship with similar dynamics and tropes or seeing why other people might ship it if you don’t), doesn’t that say something?

If most people give characters of color the same roles in their works even if that makes them OOC and/or the role reduces them to a (frequently stereotypical) trope, especially if they’re never fleshed out beyond that trope (e.g., the funny sidekick, wise friend who always helps or gives advice/free therapy, or responsible, mature, and sometimes stern friend who “parents” the protagonist), isn’t that saying something?

If race truly isn’t a factor for you when it comes to liking characters and ships, then this isn’t about you and you don’t have to distract people from the conversation by announcing that. That said, we should all look at characters and ships we like anyway instead of assuming that’s the case as that’s good practice. How much of your list is white? If it’s mostly or entirely white, why is that the case and why do you feel differently about ships of color?

A big part of what informs my shipping is physical attraction or interest in the characters.

What characters and actors do you find attractive or interesting? Are they all or mostly white? If they aren’t, are you drawn to any ships that include those POC? Refer to the section above.

I don’t ship _____ because I see them as brothers/sisters/siblings.

Part of this is preference as it comes down to perceived chemistry and relationship dynamics. However, POC are often not seen as romantic leads both in fanworks and the media and are just friends or “brothers/sisters” (this is why Crazy Rich Asians was a big deal). Sometimes, people even argue against POC being or having love interests in the name of diversity. You see this a lot with WOC in the media where the explanation against a love interest is “she’s a strong, independent woman who doesn’t need a man”; yes, they don’t and sometimes the story doesn’t need a romance, but WOC deserve love too and it’s strange that while white women can get the guy and be independent, WOC can’t and it somehow belittles or reduces them if they do.

The way you can gauge whether it’s just preference at play or biases you may not have been aware of is to see how many relationships featuring a character of color fall under the “just friends/siblings” category for you, what you need to ship something, and how you feel about white ships with the same type of relationship or same lack of chemistry. For instance, you may say that there needs to be enough interaction for you to ship something and that’s why you don’t care much for Rhodey/Sam. Do you feel the same way about Clint/Coulson then, which has much less interaction (actually much less than Rhodey/Sam in this case)? If it’s about chemistry, are Steve and Sam just “brothers,” but Bruce and Thor aren’t or, if you don’t ship Bruce/Thor, you still “see it” and get why other people might be into it?

What do you ship, or what ships do you understand even if they’re not for you, and how is that different from ships that follow the same beats? Why are Steve and Bucky not brothers, but Rhodey and Tony are (there are many parallels between the two relationships—and one can argue the latter is more nuanced—than appears at first glance, and Rhodey/Tony can be just as sweet or angsty)? If you like the rivals/enemies-to-lovers or meet-ugly aspect to Steve/Tony, Sam/Bucky, Scott/Jimmy Woo, and M’Baku/T’Challa have that dynamic. You like that superior/subordinate-to-lovers dynamic that Clint/Coulson has? Coulson/Fury. Flirty meet-cutes or love/trust-at-first-sight? Steve/Sam.

I explained why I focused on the MCU here and that most of the fics that feature an MCU character and comics ’verse character tend to be heavily or entirely MCU-influenced here.

Also, characters of color exist in the comics, cartoons, and games too. By this logic, Steve/Sam and Rhodey/Tony should be juggernauts in the MCU fandom considering the depth and history of the characters and relationships. Ask yourself why people are happy to ship MCU Spideypool, to draw on the comics for that relationship and even bring a non-MCU character into the MCU and write him based on his comics history and characterization. Ask yourself why people are unhappy with MCU Clint’s terrible writing and lack of characterization and decide to give him his 616 (usually Fraction-era) characterization. And then ask yourself why people don’t do that for characters of color and then use “___ is a minor character/doesn’t have much development” as an excuse for why they’re uninteresting or not shippable with others.

There are many strong and interesting relationships in the comics, but only a few make it to the MCU fandom and almost all, if not all, of them are white.

It’s more important to see how many fanworks there are for ships of color in a fandom than how many ships of color there are in that fandom. See how few works there are for POC ships other than MJ/Peter in the MCU Spider-Man fandom despite the diversity of the cast. See how the most popular ships are white and three of them involve white characters from the Iron Man fandom (explain to me how Harley/Peter has over 1,000 works, but Ned/Peter has 436).

And sure, you can say almost all of the Black Panther ships feature a character of color so there’s “more” diversity, but see how few works there are for them and how works with a white character fare compare to POC-only ships (almost all have 100-200 or fewer fics, with many having so few that I didn’t include them in the post, while BP ships with a white character have more works despite little to no interaction between the characters).

Both of these, by the way, are critical and box office hits with characters who are clearly supposed to be the faces of the MCU now that the OG6 are gone. Black Panther is an award-winning critical and box office hit, and it is, more than any other film in MCU history, a huge cultural phenomenon with tremendous impact. It broke so many records and milestones, and it’s STILL breaking and making them. It has the most nuanced and balanced ensemble cast with side characters just as three-dimensional as the lead, a rarity in MCU films. Yet, its tag only has 3,966 works, fewer in total for the whole fandom than some of the white M/M ships on this list. Even if you account for BP fanworks that may have been tagged as MCU instead of BP, the number is paltry as you can see in this post. People simply do not want to make fanworks for characters of color (in this case, specifically Black characters) and don’t. It’s not about how diverse or successful a film is.

Some of the characters and ships are popular because white characters get the lion’s share of screen time and development or they appeared in canon earlier.

Yes, that’s true, but fandom has no problem catapulting white ships with minor characters into extreme popularity. See Clint/Coulson. See fics prioritizing Happy and having him show up more than Rhodey in Steve/Tony fics.

It’s not about chronology. Many ships of color came before white ships as a whole and before white ships with the same white character they have. See Bucky/Clint vs. Bucky/Sam.

Lastly, please don’t tell me how certain white M/M ships came to be to explain how they’re exempt or how I’m failing to consider other factors for their popularity. I’ve been in the fandom since 2012, and I’ve seen almost all of the white ships in the fandom be born or boom into popularity. Don’t try to explain, for instance, that Clint/Coulson is big because Coulson has his own show and his fans followed him from the show (this logic falls flat when you look at something like Luke Cage); that ship became huge way before that happened and way before Agents of Shield became “big.” Also, see the section above regarding screen time, development, and fame.

Is it racist to racebend a character?

People’s opinions differ on racebending—and often that comes from personal background and on the situation—so I can’t speak on anyone’s behalf. However, I think everyone can agree on the following:

Racebending a white character is not the same thing as whitewashing a POC. For example, making Tony Stark Indian vs. turning T’Challa white or as canonical examples, making Fury black in Ultimates and the MCU vs. making the Ancient One or the Maximoffs white. The latter (whitewashing T’Challa, the Ancient One, and the Maximoff twins) is racist for various reasons. There’s a long history of POC being erased and white people taking roles from POC, a huge imbalance in representation between white people and POC, the unfortunate perception by the public and media that “white = neutral/standard” (Bruce’s whiteness doesn’t define his characterization and development), and the way race plays a role in influencing the way POC feel, act, and are treated.

Racebending a POC from one ethnicity or racial group to another is also problematic as we’re not interchangeable. Hollywood often does this and goes, “But they’re still a POC! We’re being diverse!”

In general, people who racebend white characters to POC want to see more POC in canon and in the media! These aren’t mutually exclusive.

Sometimes people racebend because they’re not represented at all in their works. (This happens with other marginalized groups too; for instance, some people make cis characters trans in their fanworks as there are few to no trans characters in the canonical source.) For example, there are, as of now, no Latinx superheroes in the MCU films. Even if people wanted to, they can’t make works with an MCU Latinx superhero unless they bring one from the comics or the one Latinx superhero from Agents of Shield (if they know the comics or AoS), make a minor Latinx film character like Luis a superhero, or racebend their favorite white character and put a fresh spin on the character, drawing from their personal experience and background.

There’s a massive difference between fans racebending a character and a creator taking credit by pretending they viewed a character as non-white or didn’t see race all along when it’s clear that the character is canonically white (this is different from a creator saying they support anyone, POC or white, playing that character onscreen or onstage).

Racist language in fics is more important than fandom representation.

We don’t have to pick our battles. Both are important! I focused on fandom representation as it’s much more quantifiable and easy to find and analyze data for than racist language on a fandom-wide scale on my own without any tools. You’re right that the latter is a problem as is racist representation in fanworks, though.

My fanworks tend to focus on one ship and don’t really include other characters in general. When they do, the others mostly talk about that relationship. Am I falling into the trap you mentioned?

If the story is about a relationship (examining that relationship and the feelings of the characters in it) and there isn’t much of a plot outside of that, then that makes sense. However, even in situations like this, consider how much time you dedicate to characters of color vs. white characters. If the story is about a ship featuring a POC, do you spend more time on the white character of that relationship? Their white friends and how they feel about that relationship? If it’s about a white ship, do white side characters appear more than side characters of color even if the latter have a closer relationship with the protagonists? For example, does Wanda show up more than Sam or play a bigger role than him in a Steve/Bucky fic? Do you have Pepper show up all the time (or even Happy), but Rhodey is chronically absent? Do only the white characters get to be more than the tropes you’re using, if you’re using any, while the POC don’t get to be nuanced? Are there any stereotypes that you’re reducing the POC to?

I feel guilty about not including or writing about *character of color’s name here*.

See “It doesn’t make sense to include every single POC in my work.” Include the character(s) who make sense for the story, perspective you’re writing/drawing from if applicable, and central group or ship if this is a ship-specific work. For example, if you’re drawing the Avengers and you include the newer Avengers, Rhodey and Sam should appear too, not just Wanda, Scott, Bucky, and/or Carol (this happens a lot). If you’re writing a Tony POV fic that includes other characters, depending on the story, it may make sense that Sam doesn’t appear much as he and Tony aren’t close whereas he would in a Steve POV fic.

How do I ensure that I don’t offend anyone if I include POC in my work?

You can’t ensure anything as POC aren’t a monolith, but you can try to be as informed as possible and avoid common pitfalls while writing. You can do research, just the way you might research anything you’re not familiar with. You can ask if anyone is willing to do a sensitivity read while you write or before you post. You can look for betas. There are a lot of resources out there, but these are good places to start if you’re looking for more information and help:

Writing with Color - resources

Writing with Color - Stereotypes and Tropes page

Reference for Writers - POC tag

What should I do to examine myself for any implicit biases?

We should all take stock of:

our feelings about different characters and relationships, both platonic and romantic, who we prioritize in our works, and how much they’re prioritized

our decision whether or not to seek or make content with characters of color. This includes content for white ships because sometimes every white character in the MCU shows up as a side character, but characters of color don’t or all of the white characters play bigger roles than the POC despite how close they are to the protagonist(s)

the way we interpret and write/draw those characters. For example, is Sam a yes-man? A figurative or literal therapist for white friends? The bro who only cracks jokes and/or gives sage advice but seems to not have any flaws, struggles, or life of his own outside of his white friends? The BFF who thinks his white best friend is being ridiculous about another white guy and wants them to get their act together already? Does the character of color talk in the way you perceive everyone of that race to talk rather than the way they personally do (e.g., does Luis randomly and awkwardly switch into Spanish when he talks just because he’s Latinx despite never speaking Spanish with Scott? Does Sam use AAVE with Steve, Bucky, and Natasha when he doesn’t do that with them?)?

Also, here’s a Google doc with more anti-racist resources.

Even well-meaning people can slip up or not be as proactive as they hoped they would be so it’s just good practice to check in with ourselves every once in a while and see if there’s anything we missed or didn’t notice.

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adaira jace has been missing since the morning, which worries her guardian — who then asks the avengers for help.

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The door of the Avengers’ debriefing room suddenly bursted open with a loud bang!, effectively interrupting whatever discussion was happening inside. Curious as to who dared to interrupt in such extravagant way, all of its occupants gravitated their attention to the entryway.

“Private Investigator Jones, what a surprise,” Tony Stark greeted their unexpected guest, not neglecting to take note of her slightly disheveled appearance — as if she ran her way to their building. “To what do we owe—”

She wasted no time in cutting him off, “Is she here?”

They didn’t need her to specify whom she was referring to. After all, after their first encounter, they only associated her with one ‘she’.

“What happened to AJ?” Sergeant Barnes was the first one out of his seat. The girl in question, despite her young age, had assisted in keeping both of his feet on the ground whenever times got tough. The least that he could do, he felt, was help her keep her right.

Jessica Jones appreciated that at least one knew where she was leading to. Nonetheless, she chose to build up the suspense. Fighting her hardest not to sound too panicked, she first composed herself before answering, “She’s been missing since morning.”

“Are you sure she’s not just out in the field?” Even before she voiced it out, Natasha Romanoff knew her question sounded redundant.

“Due to recent developments,” the private investigator chose not to elaborate, trusting that her current company knew what she was referring to, “Agent Collins has been forbidden to participate in any S.H.I.E.L.D. missions until further notice.”

“Pardon me,” it was Stark again, “but I’m failing to see how any of this concerns us.”

Jones kept her eyes focused on the assembled heroes as she fished something out of her jean pocket. “Because I found this,” she held a tracker chip between her fingertips, “right outside your entrance.” Noting that they hadn’t quite caught onto the significance of her presented evidence, she added on, “It’s Agent Collins’ tracker.”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., show every CCTV footage around the block from this morning.”

A holographic screen suddenly appeared over the long, mahogany table. As requested, it displayed what was simultaneously happening in each corner of the building and nearby establishments. Two consecutive taps had fast-forwarded the scenes in a decent speed, much to everyone’s benefit and silent gratitudes. Nothing significant really caught their searching eyes — until the hour at the side read 09:13:42.

Before they could completely process what was happening, the phenomenon was over and everything seemed to have returned to normal immediately afterward. “Go back a little bit, I think something just happened,” Clint Barton ordered the person closest to the holographic screen. Without any complains, Stark — who happened to be the closest — complied. “There. Stop, stop. Put it in normal speed.”

Once in regular pace, the Avengers were able to better comprehend the scene Barton pointed out as it played out. It started out with a simple figure running away from a group at the side of a nearby store. The nearest CCTV then showed the group in pursuit catching up, reaching onto the figure’s right shoulder, and forcing them to face the bunch. It broke their momentum, but they didn’t lose their balance; however, the footage from the next screen over — which happened to be right in the tower’s entrance — showed them falling on their back, as if pushed.

The Avengers and Jessica Jones had to stiffed a collective gasp. Just as the impact caused the jacket’s hood to fall, it also revealed who was underneath.

It was Agent Collins.

“Turn the audio up.”

The group formed a semicircle by Collins’ legs. Besides their identical fashion choice (rugged, jackass thugs), they also sported a similar menacing look to assert their imaginary dominance.

“You’re a freak,” spat the supposed-leader, “weak.” He was looking down at her, tauntingly, as a smirk slowly decorated his features. He whispered to his nearest accomplice on the right, then patted his shoulder before he left his side.

The heroes could tell that the leader had just whispered a plan, but it was unfortunately too low for the CCTV to hear. Although, as it turned out, they didn’t have to guess — because the righthand man executed it straightaway.

He grabbed Collins’ by her ponytail, dragged her until they were close to an alley, and then stopped. “No wonder no one loved you,” he sneered. “You’re a disgrace.”

Enraged, the adults were ready to fight the teen’s attackers. Even more so when they circled the her and began kicking and punching her everywhere. However, much to the heroes’ relief, something expected — yet completely unexpected — happened.

There was a swift movement within the footage, but no one caught it between their blinks. Suddenly, they just saw Agent Collins on her feet. When they all anticipated that she would showoff her exceptional combat skills, she bolted inside the alley. They liked to believe that she had plan — partly because it was better than thinking that she just trapped herself without thinking.

The Avengers and the private investigator turned their attention to the next screen, the one showing the inside of the alley. They noted how the attackers put themselves in a vulnerable position when they scouted until the very end of the passageway as they tried to locate the teenager.

Unfortunately for them, the girl was nowhere in sight — as if she just simply vanished into thin air.

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