#mult1ple

[androgynousabyss]

1 have hardly been -o-n here f-o-r tw-o- n1ghts and already 1 am devel-o-p1ng feel1ngs f-o-r pe-o-ple

#s-o-lykl speaks #grumblr #t-o- th-o-se wh-o- regularly engage w1th s-o-c1al 1nteract1-o-ns h-o-w d-o-es -o-ne st-o-p fall1ng f-o-r th-o-se they hardly even kn-o-w #ask1ng f-o-r a fr1end #wh1ch 1s def1n1tely s-o-meth1ng 1 have #mult1ple 1n fact #certa1nly

[spacecowboyhotch]

Silky Sweet (requested)

gif credits @mult1ple

request: could you write sub jonathan levy please.

pairing: fem!reader x jonathan levy

contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS DNI, no use of y/n, smut, established dom/sub relationship, mentions of oral (m. receiving), handjob, edging, teasing, cum eating, aftercare, minor angst, confessions of deeper feelings

AN: hope this is enjoyed, i had a lot of fun writing it!

word count: 1.7k

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“Oh, god, please, baby?” Jonathan whines, his hips bucking up against your hand desperately.

The two of you are laying in your bed as you bring him just near the brink of his impending orgasm over and over. His chest is flushed, moving rapidly as he breathes deep and ragged. This is the longest he's lasted during one of your edging sessions; he’s let you do this to him a total of four times without cumming. All you can think is about how good he is for you. How soft and sweet and malleable he grows under your touch.

“What is it, sweetheart?” You murmur against him, the taste of his skin wet and salty from your activities.

This is exactly how you love him: fucked out, needy, and begging for you. You love him desperate, how fuzzy and saccharine his eyes get when you handle him like this. Jonathan loves it too, that he can just crumble in your arms and be as open about his needs as he wants. When was the last time he truly got to do that before you? He’s not sure.

“I need,” The words get caught in his throat when you tighten your grip on his cock, sliding your hand up and down the length.

The sounds of you stroking his cock are lewd and obscene. The tip is covered in lots of pre-cum and some of it has dripped down, working as a lubricant. There’s plenty of your spit on him as well; the first time you’d almost let him cum was with your mouth. You glance down at where you hold him, mesmerized by the way your hand moves up and down. You squeeze him tighter, just on the precipice of pleasure and pain, and he lets out a choked whimper.

“Need what?” You look up at him innocently, dusting soft kisses on his sweaty collarbone.

“Need to cum,” He breathes, his eyes mirroring his verbal pleas.

“Let’s get you to the edge one more time, and then I’ll let you come. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

“Whatever you want, baby,” He agrees easily and dips his head, slants his mouth against yours in a hungry, sloppy kiss that you return.

You resume your strokes, holding him tighter as you increase the speed. He squeezes his eyes shut, his body going rigid under your touch as you toy with him once again. His hair is wild, damp, curling in different directions from his twisting and turning. The sight makes the ache between your legs almost unbearable, but you continue to focus on him, leaning forward to take his earlobe in between your teeth.

“Such a good boy for me. Are you close, sweetheart?” You run your nose up and down his cheek, inhaling his muted scent, a mix of linen and pine.

“Yes, so close. Please, let me cum. Please,” He begs, his fingers knotting into the sheets as he tries to hold on for you.

You watch him closely, taking in every detail about his willpower– it makes you feel a little drunk. His eyebrows are furrowed together, the vein in his forehead pronounced as he bites down on his lip. He’s holding on for dear life and you can’t help but grin.

“Go ahead and come, baby, you’ve been so good for me,” You encourage.

Your words are all he needs, and he lets go quickly, letting out a low, filthy moan as he cums. His cum is warm on your hand, and you slow the pumps, effectively covering his cock in it. You bring your hand up, resting two fingers against his lips, and when he’s come down from his orgasm he sucks them eagerly, lapping up his own cum. You moan as he does it, watching as his tongue slips into the crevices of your fingers. The kiss you give him afterward says it all, full of affection and praise. He sinks into the mattress as you get up and head into the bathroom, returning with a wet towel that you clean the both of you up with.

Once you’re back in bed next to him, you tuck yourself into his arms, “You okay?”

He hums lazily, tightening his grip on you, “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“How’s that head of yours?”

“Quieter now.”

He’d showed up at your apartment looking completely frazzled, and you knew that his mind was moving at a million thoughts per minute, none of them kind. Mira often had that effect on him, taking him to a low place that he struggles to get out of. To give him credit, he’s gotten better at it since the two of you started whatever this is. Today must’ve been brutal, she must’ve really laid it on thick– a thick layer of all the things he could be doing better and all he’s done wrong even though they’re not together anymore.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You ask cautiously, knowing that he doesn’t generally like to get too transparent about what she’s said to him.

“She knows that I’m a good father. She knows that there’s little to critique with Ava, I dedicate my life to her, and today she went there. Today she…” His voice begins to tremble.

“Hush, it's okay,” You lean away to get a look at him before kissing both his cheeks and capturing your lips with his. “It’s okay. It’s safe here, Jonathan.”

“I know. Thank you,” He whispers into your ear, and the gratitude in his voice almost brings tears to your eyes.

You sit both of you up on the headboard and hand him glasses as you debate whether or not to tell him about your feelings. It's been hard not to fall for him, impossible not to fall for him, because ultimately you have. He has a lot of healing to do and you can acknowledge that, but he’s sweet and supportive and makes you laugh. He’s a person that you can be yourself around unapologetically. The thought of him makes your heart warm and your body relax. Why not take the risk?

“I know that we started this as a distraction, and I’ve been having a lot of fun spending time with you and doing…things to each other but…”

“But?” He prompts, sliding his hand into yours as an act of encouragement.

You look down at your hands and notice how perfectly yours fits against the smoothness of his. Your heart is beating rapidly in your chest, your mouth a little dry as you try to formulate your sentences.

You keep your eyes downcast, fixated on a mole on his hand as you speak, “You started this with no desire for it to turn into anything beyond this, and I’m happy to do that if that’s all that you want but I think I want more with you.”

He moves towards you, his free hand coming up to raise your chin so you have to look at him. His eyes are inquisitive, searching your face for any hints of doubt. He wants to make sure you’re being genuine, that you know what you’re getting yourself into because he wants more with you too. And while he doesn’t find any doubt, that confidence that you always exude is fractured. He’s surprised that you’re nervous, you’re usually the one in control, holding the reins and guiding you both through the complexity of this. The more he looks at you the more distracted he gets, lost in the delicacy of your features.

“You’re so beautiful,” He murmurs, his voice full of wonder.

You immediately take his words as a start-up to letting you down easily, “But, Jonathan-”

He shakes his head, interrupts you quickly, “I want more with you too, just let me look at you.”

So you shut your mouth, and let him stare at you. It's the most intimate moment the two of you have ever shared, and though you feel comfortable with him your skin heats under his gaze. There’s nothing but tenderness in his eyes, and he sees that reflected back in yours. Both of you feel properly held, suspended in this moment in time in the arms of the other.

He removes his glasses again, leans in to rest his nose against yours, his damp curls against your forehead, “I’ve never seen you like this.”

“Well, I was nervous. I didn’t know if you felt the same way,” Your lips brush his as you speak, and you feel rather than see the smile spread across his face.

“Let me reiterate that I do. Can you be patient with me?”

You take his head into your hands before propping yourself against the headboard again, “Jonathan, I’ve been feeling like this for a few months now, I think patient is my middle name.”

That makes him laugh, and he rolls onto his back, bringing you with him in a move that makes you squeal. It makes it easy for him to kiss you, but this kiss feels different; slow, intricate, and silky sweet.

“Can I take you to dinner?” He asks, after kissing you breathless, his cheeks golden skin slightly flushed.

“Like…on a date?”

“On a date,” He confirms.

“You weren’t really dressed for a date when you got here,” You gesture to his pile of sweats on the ground.

“I didn’t say it was going to be fancy,” He teases, and now you’re the one laughing, your warm breath tickling the skin of his cheek.

“Oh, so you’re gonna take me to just any old place, huh?”

“You only get to have that smart mouth in bed,” He pinches your hips playfully, planting one last chaste kiss on your lips. “Go get dressed. Something nice.”

You drown him kisses first, brushing your lips against every exposed inch of his skin you can reach before jumping up and heading back into the bathroom. And when you look into the mirror, all you can do is grin like an idiot; what a risk that was.

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[troublemakercryptid]

so d1d we collect1vely forget 4bout the mult1ple tyr14ns on here, or

#1 h4ven't he4rd 4bout them for 4 WH1LE #clown honk1ng #grumblr #unreality #alternia rp #alternia #homestuck rp #fantroll

[writefightandflightclub]

Not me. No definitely not me collecting Jonathan Levy and Nathan Bateman gifs side by side so I can imagine what Bastardy Bateman would be like if he had lived grew his hair out and aged a lil bit. 😩

Full credit to the wonderful gif makers who have made this personal project possible. I will not be taking questions at this time. (LMK if you’d prefer your gifs to be removed!) @oscarverse @salome-c @isaachastain @damerondjarin @nightofthecreeps @breakfastonuranus @mult1ple

#I luff him #nathan bateman #jonathan levy #Oscar Isaac

[georgiapeach30513]

https://www.tumblr.com/darkficsyouneveraskedfor/733729898945970177/mult1ple-chris-evans-as-the-voice-of-captain-buzz?source=share

HE 🥵

@rainydayandmondays sent me this earlier. Why is he so…yep

#Chris Evans

[fictionkinfessions]

1ve not1ced that wh1le th1s 1s an extremely low k1ntype 1 st1ll f1nd myself us1ng sets/mult1ples of three most of the t1me when 1 repeat th1ngs. get out of my headdd...

- ruf1oh n1tram

(ive noticed that while this is an extremely low kintype i still find myself using sets/multiples of three most of the time when i repeat things. get out of my headdd...

- rufioh nitram)

x

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #rufiohnitramkin #homestuckkin #hstxt #mod party cat

[innatetransmission]

COMMUNICATION - TREES AND YOU

＜ d0 y0u ever th1nk ab0ut h0w trees are al1ve? f0r th0se 0f y0u wh0, 0f c0urse, e1ther l1ve w1th exp0sure t0 trees 0r wh0 0therw1se kn0w what these magn1f1cent plants are? ＞

＜ 1 am g01ng t0 emphas1ze my understand1ng 0f altern1an trees here, but 1t may very well be that s0me 0f what 1s the case f0r these trees 1s als0 c0ns1stent w1th th0se 1n 0ther w0rlds! 1 w0uldn't be ent1rely sure... ＞

＜ anywh0, trees c0mmun1cate w1th each 0ther. the1r r00ts undergr0und c0mb1ne 1n perfect harm0ny w1th mycel1a, wh1ch, t0gether, establ1sh a netw0rk 0f c0mmun1cat10n between mult1ple trees by be1ng 1nterc0nnected th1s way. furtherm0re, trees can send each 0ther nutr1ents thr0ugh th1s netw0rk! 1t 1s usually the case where there w0uld be an 0lder tree, and 1t w0uld send nutr1ents t0 y0unger trees ar0und 1t. trees als0 send nutr1ents t0 s1ck and damaged trees! 1sn't that amaz1ng 0r what?! ^◊^ ＞

＜ even plants care ab0ut each 0ther. why sh0uld y0u, bel0ng1ng t0 a presumably-s0c1al spec1es, be any d1fferent? y0u are n0t exempt fr0m all the g00d that the un1verse can g1ve us t0n1ght. y0u are l0ved, and the trees w0uld n0t m1nd y0u 1n the1r c0mpany 1f y0u feel l1ke bask1ng 1n the breeze awh1le am1dst the1r sturdy trunks. e1ther way, the1r branches w1ll c0nt1nue t0 st1r, the1r leaves c0nt1nue t0 manufacture sugars, the1r f0rms c0nt1nue t0 stand str0ng and tall. they are w0nderful l1fef0rms w1th wh1ch y0u can take s0me t1me f0r y0urself and care f0r y0urself whenever y0u need t0 c0llect y0ur th0ughts and feel1ngs bef0re car1ng f0r 0thers 1f y0u s0 ch00se. ＞

＜ whether 0r n0t y0u d0 dec1de t0 spend t1me 0uts1de, 1f that 1s feas1ble 0r p0ss1ble f0r y0u... let me ask y0u s0meth1ng. what d0 y0u th1nk ab0ut the levels 0f c0mmun1cat10n 1n y0ur l1fe? d0 y0u feel that s0me pe0ple may n0t be c0mmun1cat1ng effect1vely 0r en0ugh w1th y0u? 0r d0 y0u perhaps have any real1zat10ns that maybe y0u have n0t c0mmun1cated en0ugh w1th s0me0ne else? h0w d0 y0u feel ab0ut e1ther 0f these cases? ＞

＜ let y0urself apprec1ate y0ur ab1l1ty t0 rec0gn1ze and accept these feel1ngs. they are perhaps the m0st natural man1festat10ns 0f be1ng sent1ent, and are deserv1ng 0f y0ur c0nsc10us attent10n. ＞

＜ 1n the case 0f trees, c0mmun1cat10n 1s cruc1al t0 surv1val. 1 w0uld 1mag1ne that many sent1ent spec1es, such as th0se 0f y0u and 1, are the same way. perhaps y0u can't gather y0ur th0ughts t0gether 1n s0me f0rest l1ke 1 was allud1ng t0, and that's 0kay! 1 st1ll suggest that y0u detach y0urself fr0m any s1tuat10n y0u m1ght be 1n, t0 the best 0f y0ur ab1l1ty, and apprec1ate s0meth1ng ar0und y0u 0r 1n y0ur th0ughts. whether 1t be s0meth1ng 0uts1de y0ur w1nd0w, s0meth1ng 1n the r00m 0r area y0u are 1n, s0meth1ng ab0ut a pers0n y0u really l1ke... what can y0u adm1re r1ght n0w? d0es f0cus1ng 0n anyth1ng else l1ke th1s affect y0ur feel1ngs 1n any way? ＞

＜ d0 y0u feel that maybe, s0meth1ng can be s0lved 1f y0u were t0 c0mmun1cate w1th s0me0ne else? 1t's 0kay 1f n0t. f0r 0ther ears are n0t the 0nly th1ng y0u c0uld be c0mmun1cat1ng w1th... ＞

＜ take n0t1ce 0f y0ur breath1ng, h0wever the 1ns1de 0f y0ur chest feels, and y0ur st0mach. y0u are c0mmun1cat1ng w1th y0urself. y0u are y0ur 0wn f0rest, and y0ur b0dy 1s 1ts 0wn netw0rk. remember that. d0 y0u c0mmun1cate w1th y0urself en0ugh? ＞

＜ aga1n, 1 may 0r may n0t have answers f0r h0w t0 s0lve spec1f1c s1tuat10ns, but 1 d0 thank y0u wh0leheartedly f0r tak1ng the t1me t0 read my w0rds and c0ns1der these 1deas that 1 share 1nt0 the publ1c mult1verse. n0 matter wh0 y0u are and what y0u m1ght be g01ng thr0ugh, 1'm pr0ud 0f y0u. 1 really am! please take care 0f y0urself, even 1f 1t's 0ne small th1ng 0ne small step at a t1me... 1 w1ll always be here cheer1ng y0u 0n. ^v^ ＞

＜ stand sturdy and tall, l1ke the trees! ＞

[bullflight]

then why not do it?

Not easy. Need a second set of hands. Mult1ple people would also he extremely upset/p1ssed off

[sleepingtechnologyisongrumblr]

strange dreams (1 dont th1nk theyre actually dreams)

so 1 was do1ng my th1ng, explor1ng and work1ng on that transportal1zer and whatever when 1 found the rema1ns of a golden spacesh1p,,, and got an 1dea. 1m work1ng on plans to use parts from th1s sh1p and other stuff 1 f1nd around here to make a spacesh1p that can take me further out from my base (the repl1ca of my resp1teblock) than 1 would be able to go on my own, and potent1ally even put l1fe support and art1f1c1al grav1ty and stuff!

1m really cur1ous about the other debr1s f1elds orb1t1ng further out,, d1d 1 ever ment1on that all th1s 1s orb1t1ng a sphere of br1ght blue sky w1th l1ttle wh1te clouds over a chessboard planet th1ng?

anyway 1m cur1ous because there seems to be 010 (2) other debr1s f1elds further out,, one that appears to be made of mult1ple planets and one that 1s all monochrome purple the way th1s one 1s monochrome gold.

#grumblr #blogg1ng from the astral plane

[the-system-of-dumb]

just s0 every0ne kn0ws:

1 g0t a c0h0st ac0unt f0r mult1ple res0ns s0 1 m1ght n0t p0st as much here, but 1 never d1d p0st much here anyways, w1ll als0 be get1ng a spacehey ac0unt als0 f0r mult1ple res0ns 1f y0u want a l1nk t0 e1ther ac0unt @ me

#[nobody they/them] #cohost #spacehey

[spacecowboyhotch]

By Chance: Forbidden Ritual

summary: reader and jonathan finally give into their urges.

pairing: graduate assistant!fem!reader x jonathan levy

content: 18+/nsfw/MINORS DNI, pining, infidelity, kissing, blood mention, blood kink?

an: this is the only thing ive felt like writing lately <33. gif credits @mult1ple.

word count: 987

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The first time it happens it's just a kiss. That’s what he keeps telling himself. It’s the loneliness and it was just a kiss. But it's been on his mind every night as he tries to fall asleep. You aren’t even a graduate assistant in his department, but the sociology, psychology, and philosophy departments are doing research projects together. It means that all of this happens by chance. He wouldn’t even know who you are without this project. He wouldn’t know how you taste or how your lips feel against his, or how delicate your neck feels under his fingers.

You’re gorgeous, he noticed from the moment he saw you. You’re always so put together, your hair in place, soft and dainty. That is until you open your mouth or someone takes a look into your eyes. You’re determined, well-spoken, and can be a little hot-headed when you feel you aren’t being heard. It’s never been directed towards him, you’ve never been anything but respectful and kind to him. It makes his skin warm and the crotch of his pants swell knowing how ruthless you can be.

It happens for the first time when you’re dropping off papers for him to sign. Similar to every other time you’ve entered his office, it feels like you’re stepping through a thick layer of tension when your feet cross the door’s threshold. Jonathan feels it too, he has from the day he saw you months ago, when the talks of a collaboration between departments started and you finally made it to one of those meetings. Whatever this energy between you two is, it’s been growing since then, each meeting supplying a charge.

He’s always sweet, asking you how you’ve been, if you’re enjoying the cold winter weather. You’re trying to get out of there as quickly as possible, knowing the thoughts you’ve had about him. Murmuring sufficiently polite answers, you hold out the folder to him to take. You let go of the folder too quickly and it falls to the ground, the papers inside fanning out across his office floor.

“I’m so clumsy, I’m sorry professor,” You murmur, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

Professor. He’s still not sure how he feels about that word coming out of your mouth. There's a part of him that he’s ashamed of. That part of him enjoys your hesitancy to call him anything else, and wants to hear you breathe it, whine it even.

Both of you drop to the ground, hands brushing as the two of you get the papers back in order into the folder. “It's alright, look how easily we got them back together.”

You get the folder in your hands again and both of you rise to your feet. Keeping a firm grip on it, you hold the folder out to him once more, “Hopefully second time’s the charm.”

He can't help himself when he goes for the folder again, putting both of his hands over yours before taking it out of them. Your breath hitches and his eyes meet yours. It feels like time stops with how long you hold each other’s gaze. He moves slowly, never moving his eyes from yours. He sets the folder on his desk behind him before threading his fingers through yours, his other hand finding its place on your hip.

“Professor…” You breathe, granting one of his wishes.

“Yes?” He leans forward, his nose coming to graze yours.

“Please.”

He doesn’t speak, just guides you backward until your back is flush with the wall. He’s gentle, his hand circling the base of your throat as his nose skims your temple. You smell sweet— almost ambrosial— and he inhales deeply to make sure he can describe the scent when he’s alone. So he can conjure it, along with the greed shining in your eyes in his mind while fisting himself in the shower.

“Are you sure?” His left hand rests on your cheek, the metal of his wedding ring cold against your warmed skin.

It’s his way of giving you a reminder. That this is more than a student getting involved with a professor. That this is a little more complicated because he’s married with a family. You remember that, all of it, and still you can’t resist.

“Yes. Please,” You finally look up at him, peering into his dark brown eyes.

He doesn't break eye contact as the hand that was on your cheek comes to slowly remove his glasses and tuck them in his back pocket. The act alone has you melting into a puddle, ready and willing to do anything for him. You can't precisely explain why the removal of his glasses is so hot, it just is. Maybe it’s the way you can see his face unobstructed, how the wire frames are no longer there to keep you from seeing all of him. He doesn't give you much time to think about it before he claims your lips with his.

Your mouth is so soft, and tastes of herbal tea. He licks into it tentatively, pressing further into you as both of his hands circle your wrists, keeping your arms at your side. You melt into him, kissing him back with just as much force but letting him lead. He can take you wherever, he can do anything he wants, and you don’t fight when he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth to bite down on it with his teeth. He’s gentle at first but increases the pressure and you moan, bucking forward against him, chasing any kind of friction. And when he draws blood, only the tiniest prick of it, he just pulls away, looks you in the eyes as he collects it with his tongue before kissing you again.

The soft warm scent of each other and shared taste of copper is like an omen. A forbidden ritual that’s bound to end poorly.

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[hyprfixations]

Our love language is violence.

#you netflix #you series #you season 3 #you s3 #youedit #you netflix gifs #victoria pedretti #victoria pedretti gifs #penn badgley #love quinn #joe goldberg #joe x love #mult1ple #**gifs #*younetflix

[ratgingi]

Oohggd do u think,, bi/enby Randy icon if you like,,, 👉👈

here ya go !!! single flag versions under cut <3

#interactions #pride icons #randy hapukurk #sfm #smile for me #s4m #smile for me game #best routes #1m assum1ng th1s 1s tha r1ght randy but 1 kn0w mult1ple s0 1f 1ts n0t just lmk BHJGBFDSKJF

[doommaiden]

There 1t 1s.

#ic #dash #th1s 1s ab0ut mult1ple th1ngs

[sergntbarnes]

Series/One Shots/ Masterlist Recommendations:

Basically a collection of Series,One Shots, and Masterlists that i love and will for sure re-read again

I update this masterlist maybe one a week or once every two weeks. i read a lot of stories and usually ill like them then ill put them on here so i dont lose them. if you want me to read your stories i'd be happy too do so but only for sebastian stan, Bucky barnes, Chris evans, Andy Barber, and Steve Rogers. I haven't really branched out since i usually read for fun and when i have free time from college.

Masterlist:

@cxddlyash  - Masterlist

@buckys-left-middle-finger - Masterlist

@bucky-bucket-barnes - Masterlist

@saccmaass - Recommendation list

@obxjj - Recommendation list | Biker

@sebystann - Masterlist

@maladaptivexxdaydreaming - Recommendation List

Bucky Barnes:

SERIES:

Heart and Soul by @all1e23

Maybe Love is Hate by @andyoudidthisforwhattttt

The Barnes’ by @agentofbarnes

Against The Rules by @cxddlyash 

ONE SHOTS:

Call it even by @yelenabeloveme

Nostalgia For The New by @real-jane

Double-Sided by @thighs-of-betrayal-blog

Gold Star by @duuhrayliegh

Goodbye By @lovelybarnes 

Little Bird by @duuhrayliegh

Moving On by @bucky-bucket-barnes

The Right Partner by @bucky-bucket-barnes 

Wifi by @lovelybarnes

Return by @lovelybarnes

Win or Lose by @buckys-left-middle-finger

Brothers best Friend by @classylo

Sebastian Stan:

ONE SHOTS:

deter the hatred by @starshipsofstarlord 

Adorable Little Baby by @idy-ll-ique

Main Thing by @nexusnyx

Stakeout Company by @thighs-of-betrayal-blog

When it All Falls Apart by @bucky-bucket-barnes

Andy Barber:

SERIES:

Adam and Eve by @christowhore

Chris Evans:

ONE SHOTS:

Sick Baby  by @mysticalrambling 

Never tell by @mult1ple

Very Pregnant, Very Proud by @time-for-a-lullaby

Cameo by @falcqns 

Happy Halloween by @writersblog20 

Always You  by @your-highnessmarvel

Family Over Work  by @mysticalrambling

Steve Rogers:

SERIES:

On The Run by @writing-for-marvel

ONE SHOTS:

Stepping on toes by @writing-for-marvel  

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