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artaxlivs · 10 months

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Here is a masterlist of my works (links in the titles). I always love to know your thoughts if you want to share them 💜 Happy reading!

(transformative works policy: I'm cool with fanart, podfics, translations, moodboards & whatever kind of art you make as long as you either tumblr or Ao3 link it to me. You don't have to ask but if you want to talk to me first - my door (inbox) is always open!

Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson (Stranger Things):

HomeSteddie Farms: Rated T - Steve and Eddie had a farm and on this farm were a bunch of critters with awesome names. Plus art by Doomcheese!

Do You Hear What I Hear?: Rated T - Steve brings home a mogwai, Eddie's never been good with rules

Nobody's Baby: Rated E - Steddie Dirty Dancing AU Steve & Robin best friends, Eddie & Chrissy best friends, 80s movie campiness, light BDSM, traffic light system for dancing and sex. With art by @lexplexdraws

Like a Mythical Virgin: Rated M - Eddie finds out the hard way that feral unicorns don't chase virgins for nice reasons

Let Me Be Your Man (i want to hold your hand): Rated E - Mike gets help from Steve with making a mixtape for Will. Eddie learns that there's an art to mixtapes. mike/steve bonding, laughter, fluff, little pining, smut (You can find the podfic of this one here. Read by the amazing RattleandHum (@thirdeye1234))

Destroy the Silence (Drummer Steve) - Rated E - Steve joins the band and Eddie discovers he has a thing for competent drummers, healthy bdsm communication, laughter, fluff & smut. Art by @carcrash429 (You can find the podfic of this one here. Read by the fabulous @rufusbear)

Off the Shelf - Rated E - Stripper Steve give Eddie a private show. Eddie discovers a new kink. Modern AU, basically porn with a smidge of plot.

Screw Todd, Steve's Her (His) Daddy Now - Rated E - Steve keeps calling himself Daddy "unintentionally" and Eddie's about to lose it, light bdsm, non verbal communication, daddy kink (or is it?)

The Second Worst Trip to Mordor Ever Taken - Rated T - Steve takes the boys & Eddie to Indy to a nerd store and flirts his way into trouble, Steddie, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings

Even Flowers Have Their Dangers (Series: No One Is Alone)- Rated E - What if the tunnels turned Steve & the kids into shapeshifting wolves? S4 rewrite and my own write up of S5 but with half the party as shapeshifters, smut, graphic imagery, battle scenes

There’s Something Wrong With Steve (WIP ch2/4) - Rated M - I’m not gonna tell you, Steddie, Suspense thriller, creep factor 6/10 and climbing

Let the Music Play -Series - Rated T - The music that plays every time Steve gets Vecna’d, Stobin besties, Steddie pre relationship, hurt/comfort

An Accidental Flogging - Rated E - Steve has questions about Eddie’s kinks, Eddie would like to have answers but he’s actually a virgin, friends to lovers, Top Steve, accidental kink discovery, laughter, fluff, & smut

Drabbles that aren't full fics: Happy Summer, Steve's Thighs, i was afraid to follow, Personal Space, can you read the letter for me (Part two), Pillow Talk, Steddie First Kiss Challenge, Constellations, Artax is a New Horse, To Do List

Art made by amazing artists that goes with something I wrote (eek!): Crabs, Drummer Steve, Dirty Dancing, Homesteddie

Clint Barton Centric (Marvel):

True Colors Series (8 Parts/complete) - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: The Snap didn’t dust half the universe, it turned them into soulmates who can only see colors when they find each other, Clint & Bucky don’t mean to find each other. Almost strangers to soulmates, smut, background Steve/Natasha and others

The Case of the Missing Purple Sweatshirts - Rated T - Clint/Bucky: Someone is stealing Clint’s sweatshirts…my excuse to let Clint talk about Scooby Doo

Through the Looking Glass - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: Instead of talking, they miscommunicate themselves into being sex dungeon fuck buddies, BDSM Dungeon fic, miscommunications, learning through bad negotiations, so very much smut, background Steve/Darcy, past Clint/She Who Must Not Be Named

Something to Tweet About - Rated T - Clint/Bucky: Someone tweets a series of photos of Clint & Bucky hanging out and mutually pining, they deal with it by avoiding it obviously. friends to lovers, social media ship to lovers

A Life Well Lived - Rated T - Clint/Bucky: just a glance at Clint’s last day

Make it Permanent - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: Secret dating, hickeys and tattoos and a little bit of healthy possessiveness

And the Stockings Were Hung - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: Christmas Exchange fic, Bucky's first Christmas at the tower, fluff and smut

Porn & Prose - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: some backstage smut between Mr Bingley (Clint) and Mr Darcy (Bucky)

Bucky, Lemme Smash - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: I just wanted to turn Clint purple and use this line from that meme, smut

Both, Both is Good - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: Bucky avoids Clint until he realizes Clint has been avoiding him, fuck buddies to lovers, smut & miscommunication

The Happiest Place on Earth - Rated E - Clint/Bucky: Bucky plays Hawkeye in Disneyland because the actor who plays him is short and he’s real pissed that some guy named Clint is tall enough to play the Winter Soldier, enemies to lovers, Clint in eyeliner, smut

Three to Tango - Rated E - Clint/Bucky/Natasha: James & Natasha teach Clint’s dance class, then they invite him for private lessons. Healthy communication, smut and Clint’s self degradation

A Bird By Any Other Name (Series) - Rated E - Clint/Steve: Clint as the Winter Soldier thru WW2 & the present, hurt/comfort, mental struggles, smut

Body Count - Rated E - Clint/Steve: tumblr prompt hitman meets a sex worker, just so much smut

Friends Don’t Let Friends Wait Too Long - Rated T - Clint/Steve: Steve is too nervous to ask Clint out, Bucky’s gonna help in an helpful way. Misunderstanding, fluff, laughter, Natasha being a troll

Marvel/DC Crossovers:

Draw & Release (2 part series) - Rated E - Clint Barton/Jason Todd: Clint gets a tattoo & finds a new boyfriend/Dom

Sterek (Teen Wolf):

Somewhere Under the Rainbow - Rated T - Wild geese can't be bothered to catch sidekicks. Fluff, magic, leprechauns, banter

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Spicy Plants

18+ Minors dni

Stoned/ high Bucky x reader, reader x avengers (platonic)

A/N: Bucky being an adorable high goofball. This video inspired one of my favorite Bucky’s, also Sebastian is a treasure. Changed up the storyline from the movies to suit this better, everyone is alive and well. Please like, comment, reblog <3

Warnings: drug use (marijuana), fluff

Word count: 700

“Holyy shit….”

The team stood at the edge of the kitchen watching the most magnificent scene unfold before them. Sam, who was previously ready to crash into bed the second they got off the jet, was now very wide awake. Nat cocked eyebrow, more studying exactly what she was looking at than judging.

Tony was grinning wildly, his phone whipped out, and pressing record immediately. He made sure he got footage on both his phone and suit. You and Steve stood wide eyed, jaws gaping; this had to be some shit Thanos pulled. Multiverse variants and all that because how in the fuck…

“Is he okay?” Clint frowned, genuinely concerned about what he was looking at.

“Hes…y/n come get your man” Sam was wheezing, nearly doubling over trying to contain his laugh so the super soldier wouldn’t notice.

I want your love was blasting through the kitchen speakers and in the middle of it all was Bucky, pumping his arms, twirling and jumping as if he was the main character in High School Musical. His hips swayed from side to side as he whipped his head wildly, his fluffy hair bouncing each time he threw it back. God he was so adorable.

“Bucky….” You cautiously approached your boyfriend, biting back a laugh as he continued to flail his arms, not noticing anyone watching him.

“Who the hell is Bucky” He whipped around, not stopping his movements, continuing to jump and spin his head dangerously close to the lights that hung above him.

“God, I’ve heard that before” Steve groaned, rubbing his temples remembering the last time his friend said those words. Though he wasn’t sure which moment between this or that was more traumatizing.

“OWW” Bucky smacked his head on the light fixture, only acknowledging the pain much later, rubbing his head as he continued to bounce and sway.

“Baby….come here” You cupped his face, face as he slowed his movements though not stopping, still hopping slightly as you tried to get him to look at you. His eyes were glazed, eye lids heavy, giving you a goofy smile. You giggled, shaking your head knowing exactly why he was acting this way, clearly stoned out of his mind.

“Hi” Bucky grinned at you, taking your hands to dance with him, picking you up and placing you onto the kitchen counter. “Where did you go peanut?” He smushed your cheeks together making your lips pout as he giggled.

“We wur o a isson” You struggled to speak as he continued to giggle, squeezing your face in his hands.

“Oh no. Peanut. You’re having a stroke” Bucky held your face firmly, his eyes wide as his mind did mental gymnastics trying to understand what you said. Before you could say anything, his face lit up as if he had the greatest epiphany in his life.

“What if…what if we just shoved Scott up Thanos’s ass. And then let him grow super big and then boom. Bloowwww Thanos up. Why did no one think of that, hm? Why didn’t the wizard give us that option. I’m brilliant as fuck”

Tony howled from the side as Sam continued to wheeze clutching his stomach.

Bucky had let go of you, now rummaging through the cabinets for a snack, setting out ingredients for what could only be a monstrosity of a sandwich.

“Bucky, baby did you go into my stash” You held back a smirk, knowing that is exactly what he did. The effects of drugs affected Bucky differently than alcohol; he was much more relaxed but also much more loopy.

“What stash y/n” Bucky looked at you, batting his eyes as if he had no idea what you were referring to.

“The weed you goof, how much did you smoke?”

“I didn’t do anything” Bucky shook his head, adding marshmallows on top of the potato chip and gummy bear sandwich.

“Really?” You shook your head, “so you’re not high out of your mind on drugs?”

“When did Bucky ever do drugs?” Bucky looked at you, his eyes wide as he gave you his best puppy pout. You stared at him as he spoke in third person, “Bucky had some spicy plants, that’s all”

“Spicy plants?”

“Yep. Spicy plants”

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wintersoldiersoul · 7 months

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Twisted

Synopsis: You're a dancer and you get injured

Word count: 1,270

You watched yourself in the mirror in front of you, stretching your arm higher to make the perfect line. Carefully, you went up onto pointe, the pain immediately shooting through your ankle. You were no stranger to dancing with an injury. Being a professional ballerina, there was rarely a time that you weren’t injured. But it was different recovering from a broken ankle than a sprain. You had been out of commission for months. Technically, you shouldn’t even be attempting to go back on pointe yet but it was October and that meant Nutcracker season.

Months of daily rehearsals and performances. You were determined to get at least a soloist role this year. It was your third year in the company and you were tired of being stuck in the corps-de-ballet. No. Not anymore. This year would be your year. Even with an injury.

You pushed through the pain, drilling in the solo that you would be performing for your audition the next day. When you finally took a break and checked your phone, you realized it had been 2 hours. You had 5 missed texts and two missed calls from Bucky. He knew exactly where you were. And he knew it was a place you shouldn’t be without being fully recovered.

Bucky: Baby you’re gonna make it worse.

Bucky: Come on, doll I don’t want to see you get hurt again.

Bucky: Please my love, just come home.

Bucky: I know you can do whatever you want, but you know this isn’t smart.

Bucky: I’m coming to get you. You’ve been there for too long already.

The last text had been sent 20 minutes ago. You knew Bucky would arrive at the studio any minute.

You didn’t let that stop you, though, as you clicked play on the music and ran through the solo two more times. You were about to start a third time when you heard the studio door open. Bucky walked towards you.

“Buck, you can’t have shoes in the studio!” You exclaimed.

“And you can’t be dancing on a broken ankle.” He fired back. You pushed some stray hairs out of your face and behind your ears. You looked like a mess after dancing for so long.

“I’m fine, okay? I feel fine.” You gritted your teeth and cursed as you took a step towards him.

“Yeah, babe. You seem really fine.” He wasn’t mad at you, just worried. He knew that you were smart and capable of making your own decisions but he had also been dating you long enough to know that ballet dancers don’t listen to logic. Or doctors. Especially during the most important time of the season.

You looked into his eyes. They were pleading with you to stop, to just let him take you home. But you still hadn’t fully nailed the Fouette turns at the end of the variation. You just needed a little bit more time.

“One more run through. And then you can take me home, okay?”

Bucky wanted to fight you on it, but he knew there was no point. “Okay. One more time. That’s it. After that, I’m throwing you over my shoulder to take you out of here if I have to.”

“You can sit in here but just don’t distract me, okay?”

He walked over to the corner and sat down. Bucky loved watching you dance. You were so light on your feet, making each step look so easy. He loved how happy and free you looked. But right now, he was terrified that something was going to go wrong. As much as he loved watching you dance, he hated seeing you injured which was pretty much always.

You clicked play on the music and began the variation. The pain in your ankle was excruciating, causing each subtle movement to send a shooting pain that reverberated through your entire leg.

You made it through about half of the turns at the end when everything came crumbling down. Your bad ankle, the one you were turning on, gave out and rolled over itself. You let out a scream of agony as you fell to the ground, causing Bucky to run over to you.

“Oh my god, Y/N.”

You couldn’t say anything in response. The pain was so bad that you just screamed and cried as he scooped you up in his arms.

“It’s gonna be okay, baby. Let’s get you home and get that ankle elevated with some ice, okay?”

You nodded. “Sh-shoes. N-need to get out of the pointe shoes.” The tight boxes surrounding your feet weren’t helping the pain.

“Okay baby, I’ll help you take them off.” He untied the one on your good ankle and reached for the other one. Even the slightest touch caused you to cry in agony. “I know baby, I’m sorry. But you’re right, you do need to get out of these shoes.” Without the constriction of the ribbons and elastic, you could see how truly swollen your ankle was. Bucky didn’t even bother trying to get you into your sneakers, knowing he was going to carry you to the car anyway.

You cried the whole way home, half from the pain, and half from knowing that you would be completely out of dancing for months.

Bucky carried you into the house and carefully set you on the couch. He carefully helped you change out of your dancewear, audibly gasping when he took off your tights, revealing the true state of your ankle. It was twice the size of the other one, littered with black, blue, and purple.

“Oh babe…” Bucky sighed. He too knew that you’d be out for a while. That you’d have to go months without doing the thing that made you the happiest.

He carried you back to the couch, settling your foot onto a pillow to keep it elevated. He got an ice pack from the freezer and set it around your ankle, trying to be as gentle as possible. Once it was settled, he snuck his body behind yours, letting your back fall against his chest. Your crying had subsided a bit, but you still were sniffling as smaller waves of tears rolled down your cheeks.

“You were right. I should have just listened to you. Oh god, I’m so stupid!”

Bucky stroked your hair lovingly. “Hey, stop it. You’re not stupid. You’re determined. You’re passionate. You’re so incredibly strong and resilient. That’s why you were in that studio, okay? Because you have such an amazing work ethic and drive. Not because you’re stupid.”

You sniffled again. “I’m gonna be out for a while.”

“I know baby, I know,” he said, sadly. He felt just as awful about it as you did. “But it’s gonna be okay. You are so talented. You’re such a beautiful dancer and you have a natural gift. Take the time to let this heal now so that you can be even stronger next year.”

You let your body fully relax against him and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

“Get some rest, my love. It’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna make sure you get through this. And I’ll help you with physical therapy. And I’ll wait on you hand and foot, alright? Don’t worry about a thing.”

“I love you so much, Bucky.” You whispered, as you began to lose the fight against the exhaustion that was overtaking your body.

“I love you, too, Y/N. Just rest right now. It’s all gonna be okay.”

You felt him kiss your head softly before you let the sea of sleep overtake you.

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #ballet #ballet imagine #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #marvel imagine #dance imagine #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader

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thatmexisaurusrex · 2 months

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I'll be damned if I can't slow dance with you

This is for the @sambuckylibrary’s SamBucky Valentine’s Day Bingo 2024 event. It’s the final of three short fics that will be based on Beyoncé songs that will be tied together in sort of a loose alternate version of CATWS. Enjoy! 🥰

I'll be damned if I can't slow dance with you

| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: M | WC: 1.5K |

Summary: Sam finally makes it to his sister's wedding and finds Bucky at the reception.

Excerpt:

“Did I ever tell you how stunning you were in that outfit of yours?” “You should see it with the wings out,” said Sam as he wiggled his eyebrows. Bucky’s eyes widened. “You use wings?” asked Bucky. “I was the Falcon before I took over as Captain America,” said Sam coolly with a little shrug, “Maybe you’ll get to see them at some point.” “I wouldn’t be opposed,” hummed Bucky as he stared deep into Sam’s eyes, “I’m just happy to be here.” Sam couldn’t stop himself from grinning. “I’m happy you were able to make it too,” whispered Sam as he laced his fingers with Bucky’s, “I’m happy I was so hot that I broke your programming.” Bucky. Blushed so badly, Sam was sure he could melt diamonds on Bucky’s face. “It – I mean. Okay, so yes, your beauty did pierce through the veil and give me my freewill back,” mumbled Bucky to the floor, “I can admit that.”

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#sbvday2024 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #tooth rotting fluff #getting together #wedding fluff #my fics #i'll be damned if i can't slow dance with you

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callumsgirl · 2 months

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ONE SHOT

Just you and me...half naked in a bed in London

Colorful plays of light swirl around, turning the hotel room into a rainbow and a place of peace between heaven and earth. A place far away from all that Bucky and Buck are suffering and grieving in the last couple of weeks. A place where they both can finally relax and enjoy each others company.

It's almost midnight and London is still wide awake, the streets are full of people, who are laughing, drinking and dancing around - Gale and John in the middle of it all couple of hours ago.

The room is shrouded in shadows, except for the colorful snippets of light streaming in through the large hotel window. It's kinda magical and Gale hasn't feel so alive in a while. Every time he's looking at Bucky his heart skips a beat. He couldn't help himself, but damn it he's loving this man so deeply that it's scares him.

For the first time since landing in England, Bucky and Buck had a serious and uninterrupted conversation.

A talk that was long overdue.

But between all the missions, the life and death flying, the mourning of friends, and then this - butterfly feelings between them - there was little time to find out what was really going on between them.

The only thing Buck was sure about was that he feels great when Bucky was around him. Talking to him, hugging him, kissing him - touching him in general and just..being there for him.

It was like it always has been since basic training back in the states - they share thoughts and talk about mostly everything - but when Buck started to have this confusing, deep feelings for his best friend, for this amazing, brave man, he didn't knew what to say to John.

He started to talk less, lesser than he already did and got lost in his thoughts about loving a man, and damn it this man was Bucky, his Bucky.

Whenever they had found a moment of privacy in the barracks, Bucky had kissed him. First with tenderness and calm, later with the longing of a drowning man.

While Buck lies on his belly on the bed, half naked and staring dreamily out of the window, Bucky leans back against the headboard. Lost in thoughts, he draws patterns on Gale's bare shoulder blades. This soft touch makes him shiffer regulary - it's a slow burn, he thought.

Gale opens his mouth and sighs. He clutches the pillow with both hands and watches the play of lights outside the window. "This feels like a dream."

"Yeah." Bucky slowly agrees, then clears his throat. "Which part exactly?"

"You know exactly which part I'm talking about, goddamn Major Egan." There's a smile in his voice, but there's hardly a curve to his lips. It's as if he's trying to hide that he's happy and amused.

If Bucky could, he would stay in this hotel room forever, sharing a bed with Gale. "Maybe you should help me out, Major Cleven."

The corners of his mouth twitched as Buck turned his head toward him - that smokin' hot grin on his lips. Every time Buck looked at him like that, more butterflies exploded in his stomach and he could barely keep himself from wanting to feel Gale's lips on his own again.

Buck rolled over a little more towards him - more towards the middle of the bed - and then propped himself up on his hands so he could look deep into John's beautiful eyes. "Maybe you need more than a reminder…let's start with you kissing me."

Suddenly Bucky couldn't move fast enough. There was nothing too close, too intense, too sensitive for him anymore.

No, he pushed a hand into Buck's neck, pressed his thumb right into that one hollow between his neck and shoulder blade and pulled him against his body. Their heated breaths collided. The tingling anticipation just before they kissed almost drove John out of his head.

Then all the pressure was released when Gales lips finally met his own. Here and now, in this hotel room in London, there was no more hiding, no more holding back - no more doubt or even fear that they might be discovered.

For the very first time it was both of them allowed to feel fully free.

Gale's full, curved lips felt kissable and so soft to him. He enjoyed the way Gale leaned into him with his full body weight as he delayed the kiss between them and they both came up for air.

"You're absolutely gorgeous." His thumb finds Gale's chin and they kissed again.

Kissing Gale felt like flying and jumping out plane without a parachute at the same time. He couldn't desribe how he feels when Gale was touching and kissing him.

John kissed Gale with half-open lips at first. Slow, wet and full of devotion - they had all the time in the world here, he realizes.

He slowly increased the pressure of his lips on Buck's, knowing how crazy it was driving him. Hearing Buck gasping for air, sighing softly and moaning in awe couldn't turn him on more.

The wet touch of their lips echoed in his ears. The only other sound besides their deep breaths was the soft music on the radio. A woman sang about being deeply touched and loved by her man.

Gale leaned further into John, letting him feel his weight and warmth. As soon as their chests touched, John heard the desperate pounding of Buck's heart - and that it resembled the rhythm of his own.

Then they began to kiss each other again and again, growing fiercer and more passionate. Gale felt like he was burning everywhere Bucky touched him.

John pressed his hips against Buck's, making him moan. Gale pressed his head into the pillows and offered his bare neck to Bucky.

"Go easy on me," Gale begged.

"I'm trying," he whispered. It didn't matter that it was just a loose phrase on his lips, because damn it, he wasn't going to hold back any more.

"I'm always gentle with you, baby. I exactly know what you need and what i can let on you," John whispered, trailing kisses down Buck's neck and letting his teeth graze over his collarbone. "I'll always make you feel good and loved by me."

Buck moaned and put his hands on John's hips. His thumbs dug into hot, bare skin over his hipbone and he pulled him closer. John moans loudly and said: "I just like driving you out of your mind too much."

Gale laughed breathlessly and blinked up at Bucky under half-closed eyes. "I'm sure you do...and damn you are good at it." Then he cleared his throat, but his voice still sounded husky and wrapped around Bucky like a blanket. "It's just you and me now, John."

"I can look at you and touch you without blinking an eye over my shoulder. Let me memorize how beautiful you look laying under me, half naked and fully turned on."

Time stood still between them - for a strangely brief moment, it didn't matter that the world around them was in traps. Because all that mattered was that night in London. This weekend away from the barracks was needed. Bucky could show Buck how much he loved and adored him without pressure or doubt.

"I won't stop loving you, Buck. It's always been you", Bucky said with warmth in his eyes.

"What took you so long to notice, huh?", Gale smiles softly and kisses him again. He likes to tease him and to be honest it was too easy sometimes to making Major John Bucky Egan wild.

"I've just been an idiot, and I had to almost lose you to make me realize how much I really do love you," Bucky wispered. "You don't have to worry about me finding other lips to kiss, other men to love. I'm all yours. I hope it's all clear now that I'm madly in love with you, Gale Cleven."

"Don't count on it," Buck grins. "I might ask you one more time to tell me how crazy you are about me in the next time."

Hey Fellas!

It's a wrap! Wow i really enjoyed writing this scene and can't think about even more scenes like this.

I hope you liked this little scene my brain created this afternoon ❤️Do you wanna read more dirty details about Bucky and Bucks weekend in London?

Maybe I will write a second part. Are you in?

xoxo callumsgirl

#mota #motaedit #mota fanfic #john egan #gale cleven #buck cleven #buck x bucky #bucky fanfic #lovers #dancing #fluff #sweet memories #men kissing #smut #so hot 🔥🔥🔥#hot as hell #men loving men

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johnslittlespoon · 2 months

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something i think about quite often is john telling gale one night in a moment of vulnerability that he wishes he was a girl 💔

oh so you want me dead??

no i think about this too so much, there's another song with a similar line to 'i would be your girl' and it almost made me spiral and write a whole oneshot about it a while ago but it's just so so painful.

the two of them laying out in a field, empty bottle of whisky between them, talking about past and future and everything in between, and in a lapse of silence, john whispers into the night, "y'know, i wish i was a girl sometimes, buck."

regretting it the moment the words leave his mouth, because as soon as gale rolls onto his side to look at him with such concern in his eyes, the sincerity is too much. john forces a laugh out of his suddenly tightening throat.

"yeah, i could just stay down here, hand you a shot when you get back from missions, tend to your wounds..." exaggerating his slur a bit so he has the fallback of writing this off as drunken rambling if, god forbid, gale remembers this in the morning.

there's a little bit of hesitation before gale scoffs at him, shoves his shoulder, tells him he's stupid, and then they fall back into laughter and conversation like nothing happened.

gale never needs to know exactly what john means by that comment, doesn't need to know john fantasizes about coming home to him after a long day, kissing his cheek, making dinner together, falling into the same bed at night and waking up in each others arms.

it doesn't matter because john knows they can't have that and there's no sense in burdening gale with his pain, so he keeps it to himself.

#genuinely being hit by a train would hurt less #gonna go dance on the railroad tracks post-mota tn #buck x bucky #buckbucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot

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onceuponastory · 2 years

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chemistry - bucky barnes x reader

The way you move is so dramatic I think I might make you a habit - higher by michael bublé

Plot: Trying to help get her out of the rut she’s been in since her breakup, Y/N’s best friend decides to sign her up for a dance class. There, she meets the passionate and incredibly attractive teacher, Bucky Barnes. Pairing: Dance Teacher!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: A tiny mention of being in a rut after a breakup, and of Rumlow being a handsy creep. Also, some slightly possessive Bucky Barnes. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: This is another one of those AU ideas I have at 1am when I’m meant to be sleeping because I have work that day. ANYWAY, here we are. Sorry if my description of dancing isn’t the best, it’s been ages since I danced. I recommend you listen to Higher, because it partly inspired this fic. Also, dance teacher Bucky specifically looks him in Civil War cause he’s hot, and I said so.

Not beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

Shifting uncomfortably in her position, Y/N glances around the room. A few weeks ago, Y/N’s boyfriend of a few years broke up with her, sending her into a rut she couldn’t climb out of. That was, however, until Y/N’s best friend told her she had an idea to get her out of this rut. Y/N thought she meant joining a dating app or introducing her to a friend. Turns out she was dead wrong: her best friend signed up for a new dance class. And a dance class is the last thing she wants to do. Who else would want to be seen in public after spending the past few weeks crying and eating ice cream? But her best friend combined with alcohol can be very persuasive. “Just go for one week. If you hate it, you never have to go again.” She had told her. And so, here she is. In all honesty, Y/N is already regretting agreeing to come here. She keeps a watchful eye on the exit so she can slip out when needed. She glances around the room. Everyone else seems so confident, making her feel even more out of her depth. This definitely was a bad idea. Yet, just before she leaves the room,

“Hello everyone.” A voice calls, Y/N turns, and immediately finds herself staring at one of the most gorgeous men she’s ever seen in her life. The man scans the room, his blue eyes looking over everyone. When his eyes reach Y/N, her breath hitches in her throat, all thoughts of her ex gone. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. She can’t leave now. “My name is Bucky, and I’m your dance teacher. I’ve been dancing for almost a decade now, and I’m here because I want to show everyone just how intense and rewarding dance can be.” As Bucky explains how much he loves dancing, Y/N stares at him, looking over every part of him. Huge muscles strain through his red shirt, and his brunette hair is pulled into a man bun, a few loose tendrils falling around his face. Maybe coming here wasn’t such a bad idea after all. “Now, there are plenty of reasons why you may be here in my class. For example, you may want to try something new, or sharpen your skills.” He looks around the room once more, staring at everyone. In return, everyone keeps their gaze on him, his presence commanding. That, and he’s handsome as fuck. “Or perhaps you just want to meet people, and find a connection.” Bucky states, his eyes falling on her once more, almost as if he can smell the loneliness and heartbreak dripping off of her. Immediately, Y/N blushes, and the edge of Bucky’s lips twitch into a little smirk, almost as if he’s enjoying this. “So I want to start with a little ice breaker. Just introduce yourself and tell us why you’re here.” Oh shit.

Bucky goes around the room, calling on each person to introduce themselves. He leaves Y/N til last, dragging out her discomfort even further. With her heart pounding, Bucky soon reaches her. “And you are?” He grins. Y/N can already tell he’s enjoying this. Fucker. Stupid, sexy fucker.

“Um, I’m Y/N. And I’m here to….” As her voice trails off, Bucky’s eyebrow raises ever so slightly. There’s no way she can admit her heartbreak in front of everyone, especially not her attractive dance teacher. “Just meet new people.” She finishes, and Bucky nods. Yet, he still keeps his eyes on her, giving her a knowing look, one that tells her he knows there’s more than she’s letting on. Thankfully, though, he doesn’t press her any more.

“Okay, everyone. Let’s get started by getting into pairs.” As soon as she’s sure that Bucky’s gaze is off her, Y/N breathes a sigh of relief.

This is going to be interesting.

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Despite her original awkwardness and unwillingness, Y/N keeps returning to the dance class every week. Part of it is because it is actually fun, and almost all of her class seem really nice. But it’s mostly to see the dance teacher whose captivating gaze has been on her mind ever since she first saw him. And it seems she’s been on his mind, too. Each week, she notices him staring at her, a small smirk on his face. Despite how much she likes having the attention of her attractive teacher, and how good it makes it feel, deep down, it still does little to quell her feelings of self consciousness. Especially since Bucky refuses to speak to her, either about why she is so enticing to him, or even a simple hello. He’s also refused to pick her as his partner for a demonstration in front of the class, like he's done with almost everyone else. Of course, she’s glad she’s not had the possibility to embarrass herself in front of all her classmates, but Bucky’s lack of acknowledgement is driving her crazy. Of course, she knows she could just talk to him, but she’s still far too nervous to even approach him, let alone talk to him.

So every week she comes back, hoping to find a reason why she and Bucky seem to have such a connection with each other. One week, after the group finishes up a waltz, Bucky claps his hands together, signifying an announcement.

“Chemistry is something that’s incredibly important in dancing. If you dance with a stranger, you have to make it believable to the audience. Make them think you have known each other for months, years.” Bucky explains. Y/N raises a brow, wondering where he’s going with this. His next words make her wish she hadn’t asked. “So, for this next dance, I want you to pick a new partner, someone you aren’t as close to. Let’s see how believable you are.” As her classmates disperse and try to find someone new, Y/N gulps. Nobody seems to be heading her way. She throws a quick glance at Bucky, hoping he can help, but he’s preoccupied with sorting the music for this routine.

“Guess we’re partners, then.” A voice sounds. The voice belonging to Brock Rumlow. Shit. Brock is one of the few men in the class. That isn’t the issue, though. The issue is that he’s an unpleasant dickhead, and from what she’s heard, far too handsy, even when he’s told to stop. And now, she has to pretend to have a connection to him.

“Guess so!” She laughs awkwardly, trying not to grimace as Brock takes her hand in his, wrapping his other around her waist. God, hopefully this is over soon.

“Are we ready?” Bucky’s voice sounds as he turns back around. “Excellent. Well done, everyone.” He grins, his eyes scanning over the couples. When his gaze reaches Y/N and Brock, his smile immediately falters, and his blue eyes darken. “Right. We’ll start off with a waltz, just to see how you get on.” Bucky’s voice sounds dead, as if his happiness is gone in the blink of an eye. Y/N frowns. What the hell is going on?

However, she has little time to think about it before the music starts, and Brock pulls her closer. Right away, she can smell notes of alcohol on his breath, so strong and sudden it almost makes her gag. As they dance to the music, Y/N tries her best to act like she wants to be there, even though she can already feel Brock’s hands wandering lower. She tries to move his hands, but he suddenly twirls her, spinning her far too fast and suddenly for the speed of the dance. As she spins, she catches Bucky’s gaze. For a moment, everything seems to go in slow motion as their eyes meet. He’s standing with his hands in his pockets, his jaw clenched as he watches Y/N and Brock dance. The whole spin, Bucky keeps his gaze fixed on her. Y/N feels her cheeks heating up. As the dance continues, she sees him staring at them again, looking even more pissed off. Just them. Nobody else. Bucky’s glare makes Y/N feel embarrassed all over again. They must really be terrible if he’s glaring at them like that. Deep down though, she still can’t deny how that look makes her entire body shiver.

Thankfully, the dance ends soon after, and the group takes a moment to catch their breaths. Footsteps sound, and Bucky walks up to Y/N and Brock. “Well done, well done. Now, Mr Rumlow, and…Miss Y/L/N, is it?” Bucky asks, coming to stand by them. Immediately, a shit-eating grin spreads on Brock’s face, whilst Y/N swears her heart almost stops. She’s never been this close to Bucky before. Close enough to see every freckle and beauty mark dotting his face, and the few grey hairs in his stubble.

“Yes sir. We were good, weren’t we?” Brock grins, straightening his posture. Bucky chuckles.

“Well, Y/N was.” Brock’s face falls, and Y/N’s mouth drops open. If it wasn’t her in this situation, she would laugh. “She perfectly achieved what I was looking for.”

“W-What?” Brock splutters. Y/N is too surprised to even speak.

“Yes.” Bucky nods, developing a grin of his own. “If it’s alright, I’d like to borrow her for this next dance, just to show everyone how it’s done.” He turns to her, his blue eyes falling on her once more. He smiles, one that she swears makes her knees go weak. “So.” His voice speaks, low, husky, and inviting. Immediately, she’s mesmerised. “Y/N, would you like to be my partner?” He asks, beckoning her closer. Y/N nods with a gulp, already embarrassed as she feels everyone’s gaze on her. But she only focuses on Bucky. He takes her hand in his, sending sparks throughout her entire body. He leads her away from Brock and into the centre of the dance floor. “Music please.” The intro to a song begins to play, one Y/N recognises immediately, and it does little to quell her nerves. This isn’t a waltz. It’s a tango, a dance they haven’t done in a while, and definitely something she wasn’t prepared for. Before she can even say something, Bucky pulls her closer, wrapping his arm around her waist. Her sudden proximity to him makes her gasp as the scent of his aftershave enters her nostrils, and Bucky smirks. “It’s alright. Just do what I do.” He whispers. “Ready?” He asks, and she nods.

As the song kicks in, Bucky and Y/N dance together, their bodies connected as they move in time to the music. The feeling of Bucky’s touch against her skin, and feeling the fabric of his shirt between her fingers makes her entire body tingle. Still though, she keeps focused on the dance, despite how being in such close proximity to Bucky is making her brain go haywire. As the song continues, Y/N feels more comfortable in his grasp, like this is where she’s meant to be. She also feels herself becoming more confident. So much so, in fact, that she even throws in a few of her own moves and footwork, ones that Bucky matches effortlessly. “Oh. I see.” He whispers when she’s back in his arms, keeping his gaze trained on her with a smirk, one that Y/N returns. “Try this then.” Without another word, Bucky dips her, making her gasp. She doesn't have time to react before Bucky twirls her. He lets go as she spins, the skirt of her dress spinning out around her. Before she stops, he takes her into his arms once more, wrapping them around her waist to steady her.

As the song ends, the pair are still wrapped in each other's embrace. As she feels the warmth of Bucky’s body against hers, Y/N matches his breathing, cooling herself down. Although her heart rate still feels like it’s about a million miles a minute. And this time, she knows it’s not just because of the dancing. Bucky spins her around to face him. Y/N looks up, seeing some loose tendrils of Bucky’s hair falling around his face. She lifts her hands, ready to tuck them behind his ears. It’s only when she hears applause that Y/N remembers where she is, and that they’re not alone. Her hands drop. For a moment, Bucky looks disappointed that they’re not alone either. But he quickly fixes a smile onto his face. “Well done.”

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The rest of the class passes by in a blur, Y/N too preoccupied with the intensity and chemistry of her dance with Bucky to focus on anything else. Later that night, Y/N waits outside for her best friend to pick her up. She’s been caught in traffic for the past fifteen minutes, but promises she’s on her way. Y/N sighs, pulling her jacket closer around her as the chilly autumn wind blows. Hopefully her friend gets here soon. While Y/N waits, she tries her best to think of a way to possibly explain what happened tonight, but she can’t put it into words. All she can say is she never wants to dance with anyone else ever again. She still remembers the sensation of Bucky’s body pressed up against hers, and it’s making her just as breathless and giddy as it did earlier on.

“Y/N.” A familiar voice speaks, and Y/N gasps. Bucky. Maybe being delayed isn’t so bad after all. She turns to wave at him, although she’s still unsure of how to even look at him after their passionate dance earlier.

“Hi Bucky.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to still be here after class ended. Do you need a ride somewhere?” He offers, gesturing to a sleek BMW parked only a few feet away. Bucky’s choice of cars is little of a surprise to Y/N. Judging by the scent of his cologne, he definitely has a lot of money. Y/N has never wished that she didn’t have a ride more than she does in that moment.

“No, it’s okay. My friend is on her way to get me. Thanks though.” Once more, Bucky looks disappointed, but nods regardless.

“By the way, good job tonight. I know I said it already, but you’re a really talented dancer, and I think you’ll go far. I’ll see you next week, alright?” As Bucky turns to leave, Y/N realises she might never have an opportunity like this again: to ask him alone how he really feels about her.

“Bucky? Can I ask you something?”

“Of course. What is it?” He smiles, the same smile that makes her knees go weak.

“Why did you choose me to dance with you today? You’ve never danced with me before.” Bucky chuckles. He steps closer, and Y/N’s breath hitches in her throat.

“Well, it was on chemistry, wasn’t it? So I had to choose someone I have chemistry with, and who I knew could match the intensity, both of me and the dance. You were a perfect fit.” Y/N can already feel herself falling deeper in love with him, as if their dance tonight didn’t already do that. “And of course, you were having a tough time with Brock.” He explains. Y/N remembers Bucky’s hard, pointed stare in Brock’s direction. At first, she thought it was just because they were terrible. Now, though, she sees it in a new light. Was he…jealous?

“Thanks.” Bucky nods. Yet, he doesn’t leave, and keeps staring at her.

“May I ask you a question now?” Y/N nods. “Why did you come to my class?” Immediately, Y/N is cast back to the very first time she and Bucky met, with her standing and watching him as he rattled off explanations for people’s attendance, looking at her when he mentioned finding connections. If only she knew just how deep this connection would go.

“Well, my boyfriend dumped me, so my best friend suggested I come and try something new to get over the heartbreak, and maybe meet someone new.” She just didn’t expect to meet someone like Bucky. Upon the mention of her ex, Bucky tuts.

“I see. If I may, that ex of yours is a total fucking idiot for dumping someone like you.” The sound of the usually dignified Bucky swearing is unfamiliar, especially when it comes to her. Yet Bucky’s protectiveness over her makes her stomach flutter. “In a strange way, though, I’m glad. Because it brought you to me.” Y/N feels her stomach fluttering even more, and she mumbles another thank you. Y/N and Bucky stand together for a while longer, staring into each other’s eyes, neither saying anything. “Y/N?” Bucky asks, breaking the silence.

“Mhm?” He steps closer, tilting his head slightly. Almost as if he’s about to kiss her. Y/N glances at his lips.

“Would you like to-” But the sound of an approaching engine cuts Bucky off. Y/N huffs. Of course her friend shows up now. Y/N waits to hear what Bucky will say before going. She waited long enough for her friend, so her friend can wait a few minutes for her. To her surprise though, he instead says: “No. It’s alright. You should go.”

“Wait, but-” Y/N gasps, trying desperately to get Bucky to stay with her, or to at least finish his sentence. He looks over at her once more, and for a moment, he hesitates.

“No, it doesn’t matter.” He mumbles. “I’ll see you in class next week, okay?” He smiles.

And then, he’s gone.

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Don’t worry, I don’t think this is the last you’ve seen of dance teacher Bucky ;)

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balladoficarus · 1 month

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rip, bucky, you would have loved dua lipa

#i just found out they're dating #can you imagine theseus listening and dancing to dua lipa????#bucky sure but theseus????? newt would faint #john egan #john bucky egan #callum turner #masters of the air #mota #dua lipa #hbo war #theseus scamander #newt scamander #fantastic beasts

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art-for-my-sake · 10 months

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Dancers are essentially ambidextrous. So is the Winter Soldier.

There’s an expression: Never give a sword to a man who cannot dance. I think the Winter Soldier’s lethal coordination originates from Bucky Barnes’ dance prowess. While Bucky Barnes is a right-dominant person in his everyday actions – reaching for a wrench or using chopsticks – he is ambidextrous in his Fighting Mode.

When “The Falcon and the Winter Soldier” came out in 2021, episode 5 established that Bucky is right-handed. Online, there were many people who cried out that ‘Hydra had brainwashed the Winter Soldier to be left-handed’ and included the supporting screenshots of him wielding various weapons.

Hydra did NOT brainwash Bucky to be left-handed, they trained him to be efficient. Efficiency is about removing unnecessary elements; what’s more efficient, having to move one gun from side to side or having a gun in either hand? But having a gun in a non-dominant hand requires more training to be a good shot. Hydra had to train him to be able to kill with either hand.

(Now, the knife-flipping in “Captain America: The Winter Soldier” is highly inefficient but it’s so. damn. COOL. It’s some of my favorite choreography. I don’t care that it’s ‘unrealistic’ I will die on this hill.)

I argue that Bucky was a prime candidate to become an efficient assassin, in part because of his dance background. Canonically, Bucky is a dancer (in both the MCU and the comics, but for this essay I’ll be looking at the movies). Dance requires a balance of the body’s abilities. Performance dancers must drill every technique evenly on the right and left sides, so they are prepared for any choreography given to them. But even social dancers must engage their whole bodies with surprising amounts of coordination.

Bucky would have learned to dance in the 1930’s and 40’s and many popular dances of the time could be adapted for three dancers. In “Captain America: The First Avenger,” Steve skips out of a double date, leaving Bucky to take both women out dancing. It is conceivable that Bucky would have been able to dance with them at the same time. This further indicates ambidextrous conditioning.

Another element of dances from the 30’s and 40’s is an ability to improvise. Yes, there are specific movements and sequences that are learned, but to lace these steps together while moving in a space with other couples (or trios) requires quick-thinking and a keen awareness of the environment, skills the Winter Soldier demonstrates consistently.

Even though Bucky is never shown dancing, we can assume that his skills are at the very least proficient, if not outright exceptional. Again, in the first Captain America movie, he asks Peggy Carter out dancing when she looks stunning and he looks like he’s just survived a POW camp. This is not the action of a man who cannot dance. This is someone who is sure of his ability to provide a pleasurable experience on the dance floor no matter who his partner may be.

To circle back around to my original topic: brainwashing someone to be a lefty is stupid. But, speaking from experience, training someone to be so adaptable as to be ambidextrous makes a lot of sense.

-l'art pour l'amour de moi

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amarriageoftrueminds · 1 year

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The thing about Peggy is, she doesn’t even like Steve?

She patronises him. She sexually assaults him. She stalks him. She shows him compassion only for as long as it looks like her efforts to attach him will be successful, but the instant it looks like her efforts have failed she violently attacks him and sneers at his dreams.

(How could she be so vicious and so dismissive so easily, if she actually liked him? Shouldn’t she be heartbroken? It’s not the wounded relationship that matters to her; it’s the wounded pride. Steve could’ve dropped down dead, at that moment, and she wouldn’t miss a wink of sleep.)

She dines out off having slightly known Steve, despite never dating him, and yet is enraged when people point it out.

(Why is the ass-covering patronage of every other powerful man in her life acceptable, except his?)

She refuses to acknowledge any of his loved ones (shouldn’t they be beloved by her, too?) because she is so desperate to establish herself as the only legitimate connection to him. And yet she colludes with his sworn enemies, across multiple universes, and even lies about it (omits to tell him) to his face, when his life is in danger because of it.

(How could someone do this, if they actually liked him?)

Peggy thinks she is ‘not like the other girls’ who throw themselves at Steve, just because while she is throwing herself at him she also talks to him like he is a child (because that’s how she talks to all men.)

She thinks she is actually better than Steve, since he is a man, and she thinks all men are essentially terrible and that this is feminism. She must be better, even though she acts just like the worst of men, because a thing only counts as bad if a man is doing it (eg. sexual assault) and only counts as good if Peggy is doing it (eg. if actual-feminist Daniel Souza dares to speak up for women in the workplace, she will tell him to shut up. Likewise, her turning a gun on Steve is #Girlbossing but Red Skull and Alexander Pierce doing it is Evil.)

This is why, despite Steve being an internationally famous decorated war hero, a film-star and a heartthrob and the world’s only supersoldier, while Peggy is an unfulfilled unimportant desk jockey... she still turns up to announce that she will one day allow Steve to dance with her, as if she is doing him a favour.

It’s because she sees Steve as essentially the same as before serum -- that is, pathetic (in need of help to get female attention.) Still pathetic, in her eyes.

But since to everyone else Steve has become a prize, she has to take Steve down a peg by reminding him of their little secret -- that despite how great he may seem, she is superior to him -- and she really believes it’s true!

(This belief is baseless. What If accidentally confirmed that she can only match Steve’s accomplishments if she is given serum... so she is not his equal without serum, let alone his superior, despite being born with considerable advantages over him.)

And this treatment of Steve as pathetic, before and after serum, we’re supposed to see as her ‘appreciating him’ for who he really is inside.

But her treatment of Steve is only un-starry-eyed (or so she likes to think) and businesslike because Steve is a man, and she thinks all men are inferior to her. He isn’t special.

(Just as, she is the only woman in the First Avenger, and their big connection is supposed to be over the allegedly-similar discrimination levelled against women as against disabled men... but this is experienced by all women, so saying she’s ‘The’ woman for Steve amounts to saying that she only qualifies for the job because she’s female, and for no other reason.)

The fact is, while Steve pays lip service to the idea of wanting a woman, he never actually acts like he wants a woman.

And does Peggy even want a man?

She comes across as someone who has remained single because her view of herself is so inflated and her view of men is so dim that they can never match up.

It’s like she’s got a reluctant mental shopping list of ‘insanely lofty traits a man would need to have to finally be worthy of Her Majesty,’ and she only awkwardly goes about trying to get Steve at all because she has realised that this famous neatly-pressed hunk Captain America has managed to tick all of the boxes, somehow. He’s a trophy she feels she ought to have, but isn’t really bothered about having.

(But then she gets repeatedly annoyed whenever that pesky little ‘Steve Rogers’ twerp keeps getting in the way of her fantasy, wanting to do the right thing instead of just doing what she tells him, and has to be violently attacked to keep him in line.)

She doesn’t actually like Steve.

#long post #antipeggy #antisteggy #cynthia glass #p*ggy meta #mcu meta #mcu critical #steggy is hydra trash party #meta #CAN YOU IMAGINE if bucky came up to pre-serum steve...#acting like he was DOING STEVE A FAVOUR by being friends with him??#the absolute ARROGANCE that would connote? the immediate revulsion steve would feel towards any such person?#picture me in a hospital bed imagining steve monologuing all this to bucky in the pub to explain why he doesn't need to worry ^#and funfact: this only comes across as arrogant and conceited because HA chose to play it that way #she COULD have had peggy offering a dance in a sweet hopeful way...#with an awareness that she is not special for wanting steve to like her #she CHOSE to do it with the air of a governess revealing a treat ('aren't you a lucky boy that I'm showing you attention!')#and nb: she is not exempt from the tedious 'strong female character = punching' just because she wears high heels and lipstick #put her in a modern environment when she can't mine the 40s Aesthetic for points any more #and her only defining characteristic is being a patronising upper class snob #to kevin feige steve is only allowed the dignity of his choice if that choice is a woman #also: look at who she befriends #not the fellow female agents; servants #she doesn't see anyone as her equal and therefore doesn't want any superior people around to burst that bubble

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