#rod x stevie

[miyuhpapayuh]

Soul-ff

90's romance. Rod and Stevie.

playlist

introductions.

downhill.

new beginnings.

foreign feelings.

popcorn kisses.

news.

daydreamin'

birthday wishes.

somethin' special.

nympho.

heated.

the calm before the storm.

blur

do you know what today? It's our anniversary.

surprise guest.

meetings

it was all a dream

load, cock & aim

It's about to be a girl fight

Family ties

Silk

Vie

Would it be okay?

#soulff #miyuhpapayuh #poc writers #black writers #fanfiction #black fanfiction #90s romance #Rod and Stevie #rod x stevie #90s #joey bada$$ #joey badass fic

[homiesexual-or-homosexual]

Avatars

Pairing: Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Wepwawet Avatar! reader

Genre: not necessarily fluff, it’s just you and Marc interacting for the first time

Warnings: little bit of violence and like a line of swearing, also this was written on a whim so it’s not that good

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Who is Wepwawet, you may ask. He is a god, depicted with a gray blue-ish wolf head, or jackal head. Originally he was a War Detity, or was seen as a scout to clear ways into war. But in later depictions of Wepwawet, he has gone up to the horizon and called the “Opener of the Sky”, clearing the way and guiding the dead to their afterlife.

So as you, Wepwawet’s avatar, are seen as a fierce fighter, but kind and gentle to those in need.

In times of need, people depict their savor with the head of a jackal or wolf, a flowing skirt (more of a half skirt, like a cape for your pants), and a tall staff with a slant at the top and two prongs at the bottom. They say they were kind, carrying them to safety as soon as they can. But fighting ferociously against the danger.

So, it’s when Steven finds you working in the museum with him, in the Ancient Egypt exhibit of course, due to your affiliation with a detity. He takes an interest in as, as Marc does too.

You stand up to your’s and Steven’s boss, Donna. Correcting her on his name, shooting back passive aggressive comments when she spits them out at your coworker, and taking over certain jobs when you can see that Steven is uncomfortable with Donna.

It’s not the slight crush inside of you towards Steven that makes you protect him, it’s your duty as an avatar to Wepwawet. It’s an instinct now, to protect those in need. Just like now.

“Stevie!!” Donna yelled.

Shop had closed. Patrons had long ago left. A few day security were left, and Donna had chosen you two to close up, to scan in items from today’s shipments and restock the larger of the shelves.

“Steven,” You corrected, stocking up some Anubis plushies.

You could practically feel Donna rolling her eyes in your direction as she walked by.

Steven was stocking up on Bastet statues, she’s seen in her most regal, house cat sitting form. But he turned to Donna, a fearful look in his eyes.

“I need you to go in the back and continue scanning in today’s shipment’s,” Donna ordered. “I’ll be leaving.”

And with that, your boss turned around and walked out the doors of the exhibit. And you rolled your eyes, leaning down and grabbing more Anubis plushies. You listened to Steven’s steps fade into the background and disappear behind the door to the back room.

You broke apart the box once done stacking the plushies onto their respective shelves, setting it behind the cash register. You wandered around the shop, making sure things were all stacked accordingly, fixing up Steven’s rushed stacking and putting away his empty box. You’ve also decided to grab one of your spare cleaning rags to clean up the exhibits that we’re guarded by glass.

As you clean, you notice two things, the moon is full and the large jackal statue that guarded the entrance to your exhibit was missing. Odd. Did they move it today without you notice? Or.. did something happen?

As if on queue, a noise sounded behind. Nothing more than a creak, but you couldn’t help but turn around. And before you stood an 8 foot snarling, drooling jackal.

It lunged at you and with the flick of a switch, you summoned your suit and held it back with your staff, your hands on either side and it’s jaws gaping around the metal rod.

“shit..” you muttered, drool dripping onto the floor.

With a thrust of your arms, you overpowered the jackal, and held it to the floor with a foot on its chest and the pronged end pressed up against its forehead.

“Down,” You ordered.

The jackal was still, like it was in a trance. It reminded you of a dead insect, with it on its back and it’s legs bent. It breathed still, the jackal’s eyes watching you.

“Stay,” You ordered again, cautiously lifting your foot from its chest.

It stayed.

“Go back to your post, jackal,” You told it.

The jackal scrambled up and over to the empty stone stand over by the entrance and sat exactly like the one on the other side of the door. Slowly, it turned back to stone.

As soon as that was done, you were suddenly put into a chokehold from behind. You grabbed their arms. with your pulling doing no avail, you elbowed them in the side. Within their moment of weakness, you flipped the over onto the floor in front of you and pointed the pronged end of your staff at their neck.

They were in a mummy wrapping-like suit. It covered their entire body, including their head. They also had a cape and a hood with their suit, but the hood was fallen back, revealing more of the covering on their face that encased their whole head.

“Who are you?” You both asked.

His voice was gruff and a little winded.

“You answer me first,” You pointed the staff closer.

“No,” The figure grabbed your staff, twisting you over and tripping you so you fell on your back. “You answer me first.”

You gasped for air. Landing flat on your back knocked the wind from you.

You noticed that the figure kneeled on top of you, holding the pronged end of your staff to your throat, like you had done to them previously.

You noticed their hand moving towards your jackal head, to lift it up you suppose. So you punched them in the face, cause them to reel back and hold their face. You kicked them off of you and grabbed your staff, poking at the figure.

“I asked first, who are you?” You asked once more, adjusting your mask to cover your face, as a little had been revealed.

“Fine,” the figure moved to stand, but you poked them back down with your staff. “Alright alright. I am the avatar for Khonsu. So then who are you?”

“I’m the avatar for Wepwawet,” You answered, observing the person below you.

They seemed well built, the hugging frame of their suit didn’t hide that. Too bad you couldn’t see their face so you knew who they were.

“So are we chill?” The person asked.

“I don’t know, are we?” You asked. “Not gonna put me in a chokehold again, are you?”

“No promises,” The person winked.

You hesitated for a moment, before retreating. You set the two-pronged end of your staff on the marble floor of the museum floor, careful not to leave any scratch marks as Donna might blame your coworker tomorrow if she saw the damage. And you watched as the mummy man get up, offering no help out of caution.

Before you both could speak, you turned your head to the side, hearing voices from the entrance to the museum.

“Night guards,” You mumbled, glancing at the man across from you who looked in the same direction. “C’mon.”

Without waiting or looking behind you, you headed for a back hallway in the exhibit, knowing a quick way out without being seen.

“Where are we going?” The man asked. He followed you.

“What way were you gonna go without being seen?” You questioned, spotting your escape route. “Out a window?”

He stayed quiet. That’s what you thought.

You trotted up the stairs, hearing the man’s heavier steps. You opened the exit door, the cold night hair hitting your face. The air stilled as you stepped outside.

You two ended up on the roof, the city lights lighting up the sky around you. You turned to watch your new companion fix his hood, pulling it up over his head. You observed the man more. His hood came to a point in front of his face, and his eyes glowed white, no pupil visible. He also had a half circle, shiny logo on the center of his chest.

“Like what you see?” The man questioned. He had an american accent, you now noticed now that your fight-or-flight had gone down.

“You wish,” You winked, knowing he couldn’t see it.

You noticed flashlights in the windows below. Noting that as your leave before they saw you two up here.

You moved to leave, hopping up onto one of the higher roofs.

“Where are you going?” The man asked. “How do I know you’re not a threat?”

“One, I’m not,” You answered. “And I’m going to leave before we’re caught. See ya later, Mummy Man.”

Before you gave him a chance to speak back, you hopped off the opposite side of the building and onto another, going through long way to a route to your flat, making sure your companion hadn’t followed you.

And Marc still stood on the building, watching the spot where you had disappeared. Looking for the ears of your mask, or your two pronged staff. He and Khonsu didn’t know Wepwawet had an avatar. They’d have to discuss this they next time they went to the Pyramid of Giza, I’m sure Steven would love to go back.

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #khonsu #wepwawet #x reader #moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #mentions of khonsu #reader is wepwawet’s avatar #moon knight imagines #steven grant imagines #marc spector imagines #aj posts

[wqbytop150]

WQBY

Top 100 for the week ending March 5. 2023

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#alwayshappymusic

[gilmour-may]

Cleaning out the house means finding so many of my parents’ old vinyls!!!! I am a HAPPY 👏🏼 CLAM 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

#this includes #magical mystery tour #don’t shoot me i’m just the piano man #captain fantstic and the brown dirt cowboy #beach boys #stevie wonder #chicago #so much billy joel #supertramp x 2 #tina turner #rod stewart #i LOOOOOVE

[georgiapeach30513]

We need more Ran and Stevie bro moments 😩

Goah I LOVE these two! You know that Steve is going to get Ransom into doing something he's not a fan of right?

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Shut Up and Fish

Summary: Steve takes Ransom fishing

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Steve Rogers

Rating:  mildly explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explict talks about jumping on the bed, alcohol consumption, intoxicated!Ransom, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.4K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Ransom & Steve Masterlist

Ransom pauses when he sees the dock and boat in the distant.  Already turning around to head back to the truck, but Steve stops him, “Oh no, You’re going.”

“I don’t want to.”

Steve takes a few blinks looking at Ransom, but continues to unload the cooler, “We got beer.”

“I’ve got that at home.”

“We’ve got peace and quiet,” Ransom starts to speak but closes his mouth.  “Exactly!  You don’t have the peace and quiet there do you?  So you want to fish on the dock or the boat.”

Ransom now the one blinking at Steve, “I don’t trust your driving skills.”

“So only on the dock?” Ransom gives him a nod, and pulls out the chairs, tackle box and bait.  “Why only on the dock?”

“I told you,” Ransom leaves the cooler and rods for Steve to grab as he walks towards the dock.  Stopping to peer into the murky water and shudders.  When Steve gets too close to Ransom, he backs away, “Uh huh, back up.  You’re too close to me.”

“Ransom Drysdale, are you scared of the water?”

“You would be too if you couldn’t swim.”

“You have a pool.”

“I have a Kitten that stays in the shallow end with me.  She does this thing where she dives in and her top is always a little pulled down,” Steve gives him an odd look, but Ransom never knows when to shut up.  “And if we’re alone, I just pull ‘em on out.”

“Her boobs?”

“Yes.  And then she lets me have a little suck,” Steve rolls his eyes setting up the chairs.  “What?  You’ve never done that with your wife?  You told me it wasn’t weird.”

“I didn’t say anything,” he grabs up a rod and starts baiting Ransom’s hook and handing it to him, grumbling about how he never had to deal with this from Bucky.

“Whatever happened between you and Bucky?”

Steve takes a big huff, and lands in the chair, “It’s a pretty day today.”

“Oh, no.  Don’t you change the subject.  I’ve seen Bucky and Dr. Banner enough to realize what you’re doing.  You and Bucky were best friends, now you’re friends.”

“I kept something from him,” Ransom looks over to Steve giving his head a jiggle hoping he elaborates.  “A mutual friend...I saw her, helped her out, and she promised I wouldn’t tell Bucky, so I didn’t.  I tried to get him to talk to her or go see her.  He refused.”

“This friend an ex of Bucky’s?”

Steve goes ahead and reaches to grab two beers for each of them, looking out at the water.  “Not really.  I don’t know, they kept that from me.  She uh, well we uh...”

“You had a fucking threesome with her and him didn’t you?” begrudgingly Steve nods his head, “You mind talking to my wife.  Been trying to talk her into one of those for years.  Before you and Marta, I was gonna ask about you.”

“What?”

“Oh come on,” Ransom grouses looking over at Steve, “You two were all about some flirting in your early days.”

“We never even kissed.”

“I was willing to give you the opportunity, but then Marta, and then I realized there was too much closeness, and emotions involved and you wouldn’t have been the right fit.  Back to Bucky and you and this girl.  Who was she?”

“A poor kid around the neighborhood.  She uh, her parents were really religious, but never took care of their kid.  Scrawny little thing.  Bucky and I took her under our wing.  Our little Brooklyn girl.  Our moms basically adopted her.  Kept her fed, kept her clean, bought her clothes.  We were nearly finished with Med school, and she was in her first year of college.  Bucky developed a bit of a crush, but was scared she wouldn’t be into it, so when the opportunity arose for sex, I was the buffer.  I was only with them that one time.  They became addicted to each other, and then she ran away.”

Ransom takes a long swig of his beer, his own eyes trained on the horizon, “Bucky has a one that got away.  So what did you keep from him?”

“Oh, uh-uh, that’s Bucky’s deal.  He’s working through it.  It’s becoming stressful for him, but he’ll figure it out.  Sarah...she’s losing patience.”

The two sit in silence for a moment before Ransom grabs another beer for the both of them, “To you being a shitty friend.”

“Thanks.”

“No, if whatever happened with yours and Bucky’s Brooklyn girl didn’t happen, you wouldn’t be here with me,” Steve gives him a soft smile before agreeing to the toast.  “So how old is this secret?” Steve sputters, choking on his beer, and looks over at Ransom.  “You’re a terrible liar, man.  Bucky being a therapist should have seen right through it, and I’ve never met the damn girl.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Keep your secrets.  Hugh Ransom Drysdale knows.”

“Hugh Ransom Drysdale needs to quit talking in third person before Steven Grant Rogers pushes him in the lake,” Ransom gasps looking at him.  “That’s right.”

“You’ll have to rescue me.  Or let me drown.  Explain that to my Kitten.”

“Have another beer, so your Kitten can come pick us up at the end of the day.”

Ransom guzzles down the beer in his hand and grabs another two.  “Can you call a car?”  Steve shakes his head no.  “Then, you’re waiting outside her car.  She likes fucking me in the car when I’m drunk.”

“I’m sorry I asked,” Ransom snorts and starts to giggle.  “Just don’t fall in the water,” Ransom scoots his chair a little closer to Steve, giving the water an evil look.  “So she likes drunken sex with you?”

“No, she loves drunken sex with me.  Just crawls right on top, and rides me until I fill her up.  That’s how we got a Blade.  Or was that the whipped cream bikini.  I don’t know.  Kitten.  Loves.  Drunken sex with Ransom Drysdale.”

Steve stares over at Ransom owlishly, slowly blinking his eyes, “She wore a whipped cream bikini?”  Ransom shakes his head giggling before throwing his head back full on roaring laughter.  “What the hell?”

“Licked the whipped cream right off my cock.  Best head of my life.  Need to do that one again.”

“You two aren’t right, and I know way too much about your sex life.”

“Tell me yours,” Ransom demands shoving another beer in Steve’s hands.

“Never.  You couldn’t handle all the Papi’s,” Ransom holds up his bottle and gives a long and loud tongue roll.  “Oh god, I’m going to go ahead and call Kitten.  Do you not drink?”

“Yes,” with a slap to his face he snorts out laughter, “Had a gummy before I stepped on the dock.  I don’t do murky water.  I don’t like water unless Kitten slides her bottoms over and sinks on my cock.”

“Please tell me you don’t do this with the children present.”

“Nope, but we did with you.  Sam and Bucky were there.  Bucky saw.”

“That fucking party at your house?  She was cockwarming you in the pool?”  Ransom giggles again nodding his head.  “Give me one of those damn gummies.  We’ll call your wife after I’m good and high.”

“Here ya go doc.  Eat it up, like I do her pussy.”

“The gummies or the beer make you this horny?” Ransom gives him a shrug squealing when his rod wiggles.

“Kitten makes me horny.  Did I just get one.”

“Yes, reel it in.  For fucks sake, and me that.  You’re thinking of her pussy and can’t concentrate,” Steve takes the rod out of Ransom’s hands who still giggles.

“It purrs Steve.  The pussy purrs.  You think Bucky would be into a threesome with us?  Or is that a bad idea.  Ooh Sam and Natasha.  No, Kitten said no women.  You know we did have a thing with Jake and Yelena.  She still checks out Frank’s ass.  I caught her and she didn’t disagree, but pinched my tush and said ooh, so nice, Ran.  I fucked her ass that night.”

“Shut up.  Please.”

“He does have a nice ass though.  When he wears jeans that fit.  But that Ari, man, I’m glad she never had anything to do with him.  MmmMmm, he’s sex on a...”

“Ransom!  You’re rambling.  Shut up and fish.”

“You do it for me.  I gotta find a third.  So no Bucky?  Dr. Banner?  No that’s inappropriate.  Jake’s friend Johnny Storm!  There’s one.  He’s a bit of an ass,” Steve’s hand presses up against his face, while he gives you a call.  Informing you of your husbands very detailed sexual ideas.

“Oh!  We went to this restaurant, and there was a trumpet player.  I bet he knows how to use his lips.  You know all his fingering would be...Steve!  Give me ideas. I’d ask Curtis if he wasn’t married. Do you think it’d be okay to ask him?”

“I don’t care.  Just shut up.”

“Find the rainbow, and just coast down it.  Another beer!”

Masterlist

#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #ransom drysdale #steve rogers #ransom drysdale x steve rogers #steve rogers x ransom drysdale

[nerdygirl8203]

Going Up!

Pairing: Steve x reader

Requested by @tanyam93

Warning: smut, public sex, lots of smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), some fluff, swearing, Steve Rogers being boyfriend material.

A/N: This is my first time (writing smut)! I hope you like it!

This week had been the week from hell. My ass hole of a boss decided to schedule me on a day I had requested off so I couldn’t spend time with Steve the day before he left for a mission. Then I had to deal with my colleagues deciding they could slack off and give all of their paperwork to me so I had to do twice the work load. I didn’t even have time to make myself meals so I was enjoying the crap I can get from the vending machines or fast food. On top of all of that Steve was busier than usual after his mission so I didn’t even get to see my amazing boyfriend who keeps me sane enough not to want to kill my colleagues.

Finally work is over so I quickly punch out while rather rudely not responding to Samantha, the girl from two desks over that always tries to flirt with Steve when he comes in and has single handed l’y made him wait outside when he comes to get me, as she calls my name. I grab my bag and I make sure I have my keys as well as my phone before having to walk to the elevator and hold back from running to the elevator.

Being able to leave at a decent hour is right in my grasp when I hear Samantha say again “Y/N, I need you.” I sigh and walk over to her. Why did I have to be someone who lets people walk over them? Why can’t I stand up for myself?

“Yes Samantha?” I ask trying, and failing, to hold back the coldness seeping into my voice. “Stevie called saying he’s waiting for you outside.” Her annoying and overly sweet voice says. It takes some control not to strangle her when I hear her call him Stevie. No one gets to call Steve that but me.

Wait, did she says he’s outside? “Um… okay. Thank you.” Is all I say before actually running to the elevator. I can’t hold back. I need to see my knight in too tight clothes. I push the down button like a mad woman just needing to get to Steve as quickly as I can.

When the doors finally open after what seems like years I see the man I was running for right there on front of me. He smiles widely and looks at me like I’m his everything. He smiles so much I can see his shining white teeth just behind his plump pink lips. God those kissable lips. I drop my bag beside him before I hug him tightly.

“I’ve missed you so much.” I mumble into his shoulder as he wraps his large arms around me and squeezes me tight but just light enough that I can still breathe. Breathing is the furthest thing from my mind however.

“I’ve missed you too, Doll.” He says in his husky voice. One that he uses when he needs help. Help only his girl can give him.

Steve wastes no time. After the doors close he lets the elevator move a little bit before hitting the emergency stop button. I would have teased him for being so needy if I didn’t feel so damn horny myself. I’ve been soaked since I heard his name and now that I see him I just know my panties are ruined.

“Fuck I’ve need you so badly.” He grumbles deep from his chest as he puts his lips right on my neck. He doesn’t waste anytime with teasing. He can smell how I need him. “If you need me, take me.” Is all I have to say to have him frantically taking off my shirt. Normally he would just rip them off but he needs my clothes to be intact when we walk out of the elevator. After my shirt he takes off his. I can’t help but stare as my mouth starts to water and my other lips get just as wet.

“Oh god. These tits. I’ve missed them so much.” He growls and unceremoniously takes off my cruddy bra. As far as he’s concerned I could be wearing a sack and I’d look sexy. He grips my boobs with a surprisingly soft grip all things considered. That one little move makes my need drip from my already needy lips.

“Steve… please… I need you so badly. I tried using my fingers and they didn’t get the job done. Please fuck me.” I beg out when the heat between my legs starts getting unbearable. “You need your captain’s cock, baby girl?” He asks and starts to palm himself over his pants “Yes Captain. Please help me.” I beg out already feeling the coil in me tighten. Hearing him say such filthy things always make me hotter around the collar.

After I beg he pushes his pants and boxers down to his knees in one swift motion. His hard cock stands straight up and hits his abs with a need. It continues twitching. It looks almost painful. The whole shaft is a deep red and the head is a purple that looks almost like a bruise. Precum is already beading up on the head. I long to lick it up and suck him off but that will wait till tonight.

“Fuck me, Captain.” Is all I have to say to have him pouncing on me like a lion with its prey. He growls softly from deep in his chest as he lines the head of his cock up with my tight entrance that has been missing the amazing stretch that only Steve can give me.

He slowly pushes into me, even in a time of such need and passion he makes sure not to hurt me. The groan that escapes his lips is addictive. I softly gasp when he fully sheathes in my quivering hole. I grip his back hard as my nails dig crescent moon shapes into his back that will heal the instant I move my hands.

“You okay baby?” He whispers in his deep gravely voice that is laced with want. He’s barely restraining himself from pounding into me hard in fear that I am still adjusting. The pain that had seeped into me as his thick and long cock plunged in is slowly morphing into a searing pleasure deep within me. “Please keep moving.” Is all I have to whisper for him to unleash himself and let loose.

He drags his cock out of me before plunging back in with an obscene sound and I can’t help but try and hold back the moan that longs to escape. “No holding back baby. I need to hear your amazing sounds.” He huffs as he sets a brutal pace that shows how much he has missed me. I try to keep my sounds quiet but o can’t for long.

His hot rod prods right at the spot that always make me see stars. The moan that passes my lips is pornographic and my pussy squeezes around the god of a man’s cock. The cock that is making the coil in my stomach tighten more an more. The cock that is attached to the man I love.

“Oh yes. Your pussy is sucking me up like your life depends on it. Trying to make your Captain give you his cum baby?” He groans in my ear not afraid to make noises that he knows I love.

The brutal pace mixed with how he keeps hitting my g spot is getting my right to the edge. I gasp and moan as I arch my back. When I do that his pelvis rubs my clit in a way that makes me wonder if this is real. If a human can feel this much pleasure. I’m broken from my bliss state with Steve groaning “Cum for me.”

That’s all it takes for me to fall over the cliff that is my red hot orgasm. My eyes and head roll back as I moan his name. “Yes baby! Yes!” He moans as his pace becomes more frantic. He chases his orgasm and quickly catches it. He doesn’t pull out and cums in me hard and fast. I feel his cock twitching and pulsing as he spills his seed into my hungry pussy.

After a few moments he kisses me gently and then says “Fuck, I love you so much.” His voice has a tone that it only has after sex. I can’t help but smile at him “I love you too Steve.”

He gently pulls himself out of me and sets me on the ground like how you would place a China doll so it wouldn’t break. He helps me get dressed before getting dressed himself. He then pushes a button that makes the elevator jump back to life and slowly bring us down, both from our blissed out state and to the ground floor.

After we get to his truck he smirk. “Round two?”

#marvel #steve rodgers imagine #steve x reader #steve rogers #elevator #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x y/n

[rushingheadlong]

Huge thanks to a very dear friend who bought this article out from underneath me from an ebay auction, and then sent to me as a surprise!

Originally published in Melody Maker in late 1974 (exact date unknown). Full article text below the read more.

The MERLIN File

EVOLUTION: Merlin's manager, Derek Chick, and Allan Love decided in May 1973 to form a new London-based group that would incorporate three basic essentials: musicianship, image and stage presentation. After extensive auditions and rehearsals the band was gigging by July under the name Madrigal, which was changed in February 1974 to Merlin.

PERSONNEL CHANGES: Jacob Magmusson (keyboards) left in October 1973 and Paul Taylor (bass) in September 1974.

ORIGIN OF NAME: Scully Wagon-Lit's idea in the van going to a gig.

FIRST PUBLIC APPEARANCE: Zero 6, Southend, 17/July/1973.

FIRST BROADCAST: BBC Radio One David Hamilton Show and Radio Luxembourg Power Play consecutively in March 1974.

FIRST TELEVISION: Scottish TV's Showcase in November 1973.

MANAGEMENT: Derek Chick, Chic's Own Music and Management Ltd, 246/248 Great Portland Street, London W1 (01-381 6192/3).

AGENT: Barry Collings Agency Ltd, 15 Claremont Road, Westcliff-on-Sea, Essex (0702-47343/43464).

RECORDING COMPANY: CBS Records Ltd, 28-30 Theobalds Road, London WC1 (01-242 9000).

RECORD PRODUCER: Roger Greenaway.

MUSIC PUBLISHING COMPANY: Shapiro, Bernstein and Co Ltd, 246/248 Great Portland Street, London W1 (01-387 6192) and Grenyoco Music Ltd, 108 Park Street, London W1 (01-493 6439).

FAN CLUB: Ling, 17 Gladstone Park Gardens, Cricklewood, London NW2.

BRITISH TOURS: 47 dates 1/March-28/April/1974 Top Rank ballrooms, clubs and colleges. Solo tour.

AMERICAN TOURS: None.

TRANSPORT: Ford DO607 3-ton truck for the equipment and Audi 100 for the group.

STAGE MANAGERS: Iain Ward (Sound Engineer), Chris Taylor (Lighting Engineer), "Speedy" (Stage Roadie), "Crystal" (Assistant Lighting Engineer).

SINGLES: "(Let Me) Put My Spell On You" c/w "Just ANother Fish On My Hook (CBS, 1/March/1974), "Alright" c/w "Pictures In My Mind" (CBS, 28/June/1974), "Wild Cat" c/w "Half A Man" (CBS, 1/Nov/1974).

ALBUMS: "Merlin" (CBS, 25/Oct/1974).

P.A.: 1400-watt JBL system comprising Kelsey 16-channel stereo custom mixer, 4 x DC3000 Crown amps, 4 x bass bins with 2 x 15 inch JBL speakers in each, 2 x mid range JBL horns, 2 x high-frequency JBL boxes with lens horns, two bullets. Microphones are 8 Sure Unidyne III 545, 2 AKG 190C, one AKG D12, 4 Calrec condensers, 4 Sims Watts condensers, 3 Sure Unisphere B. Binson Echorec and Mavis 3-way active stereo crossover with stage boxes, cables, etc. Lighting comprises 6 x 100 watt Strand Floods on stage, 30 x 200 watt Strand Floods on stage scaffolding, 3 x Strand 1,000-watt follow spots and stands, 2 x Strobes and a Strand dimmer board.

ALAN LOVE: Vocalist

BORN: Hampsted, North West London. 13/Dec./1952.

EDUCATED: Challoner School, Finchley, North London.

MUSICAL TRAINING: None.

MUSICAL CAREER: Has been professional for seven years, playing in Opal Butterfly from 1967 to 1969 with Simon King (Hawkwing) and Tom Doherty (Sting). Referendum from 1969 to 1973 and Madrigal/Merlin from 1973.

OTHER OCCUPATIONS: None.

MUSICAL INFLUENCES: Mick Jagger, Joe Cocker, Little Richard.

COMPOSITIONS: "Half A Man," "Space Raider" and co-wrote with Gary Hardwick "Getting Involved" all recorded by Merlin.

FAVOURITE SINGLES: "Something In The Air" (Thunderclap Newman), "McArthur Park" (Richard Harris).

FAVOURITE ALBUMS: "Tapestry" (Carol King), "Court Of The Crimson King" (King Crimson), "Bridge Over Troubled Waters" (Simon and Garfunkel).

FAVOURITE MUSICIANS: Paul McCartney, Steve Howe, Tom Doherty.

FAVOURITE SONGWRITERS: Lennon and McCartney, Cat Stevens, Carol King.

FAVOURITE SINGERS: Joe Cocker, Neil Diamond.

RESIDENCE: Bachelor flat in Wandsworth, South West London.

INSTRUMENTS: None.

GARY ALICE STRANGE: Bass, vocals and guitar.

BORN: Hampsted, London. 26/Oct./1952.

EDUCATED: Whitefield School, Barnet.

MUSICAL TRAINING: Three classical guitar lessons and then self taught.

MUSICAL CAREER: Various semi-pro bands and wrote first song aged 16 featured on ATV programme "Come Here Often." Former band with Dave Martin called March Hare and recorded LP for MAM. Group then changed to newly-formed Kinks Production Company, but after few months of touring with Kinks and recording, split up. Joined Merlin.

OTHER OCCUPATIONS: Director of La Starza Palace Studio.

MUSICAL INFLUENCES: Beatles, Stones, Free, Average White Band.

COMPOSITIONS: "Gipsy Rose Lee" and "Lay Me Down" for March Hare both issued as singles by MAM.

FAVOURITE SINGLES: "I Am A Walrus" (Beatles), "Need Your Love So Bad" (Fleetwood Mac), "Little Bit Of Love" (Free), "Amoureuse" (Kiki Dee).

FAVOURITE ALBUMS: "Elf" (Elf), "Sgt Pepper" (Beatles), "Talking Book" (Stevie Wonder).

FAVOURITE MUSICIANS: Andy Fraser, David Martin, Peter Green, Liberace.

FAVOURITE SONGWRITERS: Lennon and McCartney, Holland, Dozier and Holland, Lional Bart and Paul Simon.

FAVOURITE SINGERS: Paul Rodgers, Elvis Presley, Tina Turner, Rod Stewart.

RESIDENCE: Single and lives in Hampstead, North West London.

INSTRUMENTS: Fender Precision Bass with thin maple neck. Hagstrom six-string guitar with pick-up. Kemble baby grand piano. Rotosound Roundwound strings. Orange 120-watt amp with 2 x 15 inch reflex cabinets.

JAMIE MOSES: Lead guitar and vocals.

BORN: Ipswich, Suffolk, 30/Aug/1955.

EDUCATED: Schools in America and Japan. Shirley High School and Redhill Technical College in Surrey.

MUSICAL TRAINING: Self-taught.

MUSICAL CAREER: Given first guitar when ten, formed first band at 11. Formed the Inferno, 1969-71, in Japan, doing gigs, radio, TV. Came to England in 1971, worked with semi-pro bands and at a music shop in Croydon. Formed Angel with Scully 1972 and recorded LP of original material. Joined Madrigal July 1973.

MUSICAL INFLUENCES: Jimmy Page, Paul Kossoff, Beatles.

COMPOSITIONS: "Just Another Fish On My Hook", "Gypsy", and "He Thinks About You All The Time" all recorded by Merlin. Co-wrote "Angel" LP with Scully.

FAVOURITE SINGLES: "Livin' For The City" (Stevie Wonder), "Can't Get Enough" (Bad Company), "Joybringer" (Manfred Mann's Earthband).

FAVOURITE ALBUMS: "Foxtrot" by Genesis.

FAVOURITE MUSICIANS: Genesis, Steve Howe, Free, Scully Wagon-Lits.

FAVOURITE SONGWRITERS: Paul McCartney, Genesis, Stevie Wonder.

FAVOURITE SINGERS: Paul Rodgers, Peter Gabriel, Mario Lanza and David Coverdale.

RESIDENCE: Is single and lives with his parents at Sanderstead, Surrey.

INSTRUMENTS: White Les Paul Deluxe (1973) and black Les Paul Custom (1974), both with Rotosound ultra-light strings and Gibson plectrums. EKO 6-string acoustic guitar with La Bella strings. Hiwatt 100-watt amp fitted with half power switch for distortion and sustain at almost any volume. Two 2 x 15 Fender Dual Showman JBL Cabinets. A cheap Japanese fuzz box with a three-tone fuzz switch.

SCULLY WAGON-LITS: Keyboards, guitar and vocals.

BORN: Balham, South West London, 20/Dec./1953.

EDUCATED: Henry Cavendish (Balham), Bec School (Tooting) and Archbishop Tennison (South Croydon).

MUSICAL TRAINING: Guitar lessons at night school for one year aged eight, cello at school for three years and double bass for two months, but is self-taught on keyboards.

MUSICAL CAREER: Played guitar in band in Balham (1964-65), joined Angel with Jamie (1972-1973) as semi-pros and recorded an album. Turned pro June 1973 with Big Wheel in South France. Joined Madrigal October 1973.

OTHER OCCUPATIONS: Organ salesman at Western Music and Selmer.

MUSICAL INFLUENCES: Harry Stoneham, Miller Anderson, Keith Emerson, Christian Vander.

COMPOSITIONS: "Marina," "Takin' Part," "Pictures In My Mind," etc.

FAVOURITE SINGLES: "Rock Man" (Elton John), "Space Oddity" (David Bowie).

FAVOURITE ALBUMS: "Tarkis" (ELP), "Fire And Water" (Free), "Dark Side Of The Moon (Pink Floyd).

FAVOURITE MUSICIANS: Keith Emerson, Tony Banks, Steve Howe.

FAVOURITE SONGWRITERS: Paul McCartney.

FAVOURITE SINGERS: Paul Rodgers, Stevie Wonder, Peter Gabriel, Greg Lake

RESIDENCE: Single and lives in Surrey.

INSTRUMENTS: Hamond RT3 with additional height plynth and customised guts driven through Hiwatt amps and put out through one Leslie 145 and two RSE 1 x 15 inch JBL bins and three custom-made Werlin Bat rotating horn units. Muri-Moog (modified) through Hiwatt 100-watt amp with JBL Showman Cabinet. Hagspiel grand piano, with scaffolding, miked through PA. Black Gibson SB Les Paul Junior (1960) plugged into Moog.

DAVID WIGHTWICK: Drums and vocals.

BORN: Dunstable, Bedfordshire, 25/August/1950.

EDUCATED: Priory Secondary School, Dunstable.

MUSICAL TRAINING: Self-taught.

MUSICAL CAREER: Former member of Madrigal from 1967 to 1973. The band split and was reformed with new members and retitled Merlin.

OTHER OCCUPATIONS: Varied from soldier to postman.

MUSICAL INFLUENCES: Beatles, The Move, Genesis.

COMPOSITIONS: None.

FAVOURITE SINGLES: "Say You Don't Mind" (Colin Blunstone), "Motet Overture" (Abors), "Eleanor Rigby" (Beatles)

FAVOURITE ALBUMS: "Dark Side Of The Moon (Pink Floyd), "Erismore" (Colin Blunstone), "Tubular Bells" (Mike Oldfield), "Moving Waves" (Focus).

FAVOURITE MUSICIANS: Carl Palmer, Jon Bonham, Simon Kirke.

FAVOURITE SONGWRITERS: Lennon and McCartney, Colin Blunstone, Genesis.

FAVOURITE SINGERS: Ian Billan, Colin Blunstone, Karen Carpenter.

RESIDENCE: Flat in London.

INSTRUMENTS: Hayman see-through drumkit comprising 1 x 22 inch bass drum, 1 x 12 inch and 1 x 13 inch mounted tom-toms, 1 x 16 inch and 1 x 18 inch floor tom toms, 1 x 14 inch snare drum, Ludwig/Paiste 22 inch cymbal, 1 x 22 inch and 1 x 20 inch Zildjian ride cymbals, 1 x 18 inch Zildjian crash cymbal, 1 x 14 inch Zildjian hi-hat, Ludwig and Hayman accessories and Premier C and Selmer sticks.

#merlin band #jamie moses #(I continue to not tag the rest because everyone continues to not care) #long post // #text #jamie

[kidney9-9]

If you’re still taking requests, can you do a Steve x reader where reader gets kidnapped and he saves her or even maybe they run into troubles out in the field and the bad guys grab her and threaten her in front of Steve? I just want to see some protective Steve 🥺🥺

hi @tweedlydumbtweedlydoo! hope you enjoy this one! it’s sort of short but has violence in it! thank you for sending this in, feel free to send in any requests you guys want to see!

Masterlist  Part 2

Steve Rogers x Reader (Angst/happy ending) Warnings: description of blood and violence, swearing, and protective stevie! 

You coughed out the dust you breathed into your lungs as the building started to collapse. The hooded man in front of you screaming in pain as a rod from one of the pillars impaled his leg, cursing out you and your boyfriend. You couldn’t stop the small grin appearing on your face as you watched the man try to move around, but he was stuck there. “You fucking ass.” You spat out down to the hooded man, as you coughed out more of the dust and concrete now flooding the room, as you struggled against the locks they put on you.

“You’re a crazy bitch!” He yelled out, tearing his mask off and looking back down to his injury, pushing his shirt up to his face, trying not to breathe in the dirty air. Another rumble shook throughout the room, and you coughed again, “You might die if you keep moving around like that, just a quick tip.”

The man screamed out again, obviously ignoring your warning. You coughed even more, blinking and shaking your head as the dust completely engulfed you. Another bang rippled out, and you could barely see the light out in the corner of the room. A call out of your name made you open your eyes again, hoping strongly it was who you thought it was.

“Steve?!” You screamed back as loud as you could, as you struggled to breathe in and out the dust. He ran over to your voice, quickly cursing out at the sight of you. He banged his shield over and over again onto the locks keeping you in place. The locks broke in half, shackling and banging down on the floor as you stood up and hugged him tightly.

Steve picked you up immediately, and you weakly laid your head onto his gear and started to escape. The two of you made it out of the exploding building and Steve quickly laid you down on the floor as the people started to shoot at him. Yells broke out as Steve returned their attacks and you coughed out all the dust you could, spitting at the taste.

“Babe?” You called out once the sounds started to silence. Steve stalked over to you, breathing heavily and sliding down on the floor beside you. “You okay? Did they hurt you?” He questioned, eyeing and examining your face and body worriedly.

You shrugged back to him, looking back at his injuries, quickly noticing the blood dripping from his face. “Stevie, you got hurt!” You retorted, trying to lean up but ended up groaning in pain, and falling back against the ground. Steve picked you up carefully, ignoring your words.

“No one gets away with taking my girl away. I don’t care if I get hurt, just as long as you stay safe.”

-- tagging: @donutloverxo @peppamultifanimagines @lozzypoz321

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[wkemeup]

Feel Again

summary: Instantly captivated by the woman the nurses have dubbed the ‘frequent flyer’ of the emergency department, Bucky can’t help but fall for Y/n. He relishes every moment he can spend with her and with her apparent clumsiness, it’s quite often. That is, until he learns the real reason behind her injuries.

pairing: doctor!bucky x reader

word count: 13k 😬

warnings: mentions of a physically abusive relationship (no direct descriptions of violence), descriptions of injuries

authors’s note: this def gets a little dark but I promise it’s worth it. please enjoy a very lovestruck/protective bucky 🥰

“Alright little man,” Bucky chuckled, brushing his hand over the curls of the three-year-old boy name Nico sitting in his father’s lap upon a cot. The busy chaos of the emergency department had Nico clinging onto his stuff stuffed stegosaurus for dear life, curled up against his father’s chest. 

Small brown eyes looked up nervously as Bucky knelt down at Nico’s eye level. He pointed to the Band-Aid he had obtained special from the pediatrics floor on the boy’s elbow, light green and covered in small cartoon dinosaurs.

“Don’t go running down the stairs again, okay? Doctor’s orders.”

Nico nodded, his curls bouncing into his eyes. Bucky stood up with a grin and shook the hand of Nico’s father who apologized for the fifth time in as many minutes for bringing his son in for such a small cut. His wife was away on business and he had a bad habit of panicking at the small things when it came to their son.  

“Always better to be safe,” Bucky advised, offering the nervous father an encouraging smile as he slid the chart into the basket at the end of the bed. The man hugged his son tightly before he reached for their coats, thanking Bucky again for his time. He watched as Nico’s father lifted him easily into his arms and carried him to the exit of the emergency department. 

As they pushed open the doors, Bucky caught a brief glimpse of the night sky, blanketed in darkness and freckled in stars. Last he knew the sun was still above the skyline. He glanced up at the bright red numbers illuminated above the nurses’ station to read it was nearing on one in the morning. Bucky sighed, giving himself only a moment to breathe before he recognized Steve jogging in his direction.  

“Buck!” Steve called over the loud chatter of irritable patients waiting for their turn and the constant beeping of about a dozen heart monitors. He shoved his way through a hoard of interns in light blue scrubs gathered over the bed of a man talking casually despite the knife protruding from his collarbone and grumbled something about ‘dough eyed idiots’ under his breath. Panting for a moment as he reached Bucky, he glanced down at the clipboard.  

“I need you on bed eight.”

“You doing okay, Steve?” Bucky smirked, leaning against the countertop at the nurses’ station. “Looks like being head of trauma ain’t all it’s worked up to be. You seem a little overwhelmed.”

“We’re swamped,” Steve grunted, pinching the bridge of his nose. One of the nurses could be heard scolding an intern with defibrillator paddles in his hands as the patient was opening his eyes from a heavy sleep. “The interns are completely useless and I’ve got more patients than beds. This full moon shit is killing us.”

“Okay, okay,” Bucky laughed, clapping Steve on the shoulder as he moved toward the bed at the end of the line. “Take a breath, Stevie. Sam’s on call for tonight. Why don’t you give him a ring?”

“Yeah I bet he’ll love that,” Steve rolled his eyes, though a smile tugged at his lips. “I’ll be sure to tell him it was your idea, too.”  

"Wouldn’t that be a damn shame,” Bucky called over his shoulder, chucking to himself as he swerved his way through the crowd of people gathered for the injured soccer player in bed six.  

Bed eight sat at the end of the series of cots lining the east wall of the department. It was tucked a little further into the corner, separated by a series of rolling carts and machines, so it at least felt slightly less claustrophobic than the rest of the beds around here.  

The curtain was drawn around the bed, obstructing the patient from view, so Bucky took a minute to glance over the chart.  

Y/n Rumlow. Female. No record of prior medical history, which was a bit unusual, but the nurses had at least taken down note that the presenting problem was pain and swelling at the wrist. Shouldn’t be too difficult to manage. He could have her out of here in a few minutes and on to the next patient before Steve started flogging the interns or actually woke up Sam, for which Bucky would face some serious death glares for the rest of the night.  

He took a deep breath, preparing himself for the well recited speech he usually doled out to patients.

With a quick tug, Bucky swung open the curtain, eyes still glued to the clipboard, “Good evening, ma’am. My name is Dr. Barnes and I’ll be--”  

A yelp sounded over the metal rings sliding against the rod over his head and Bucky froze.  

He glanced up over the brim of the chart to find a young woman sitting cross legged on the bed, dressed in light wash jeans and a sweatshirt with faded lettering worn with years of use. Her hair was tied up away from her face, like she had thrown it up last minute before leaving the house, messy strands falling down from the bun. The faint discoloration of dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep and the imprint of what appeared to be the fold of a pillow case on her cheek.

Bucky noticed almost instantly that she was undeniably, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.   

She was gingerly resting her right wrist against her knee just over the rip in of jeans. Her phone sat on the bed by her hip, softly playing music from the speaker as the headphones must have yanked accidentally from the plug. Wide eyes, a breath coming in too quick, a hand stabilizing against her chest, and Bucky realized he had startled her.  

“Sorry I scared you there, Miss, uh,” Bucky chuckled nervously, glancing down at the chart for her name again, “Rumlow.”

“Y/L/n-Rumlow, actually,” she corrected with a soft, almost proud, smile and Bucky wondered if he ever heard a voice as sweet as hers before. 

She pulled the headphones from her ears and quickly turned off the music playing from her phone. The strum of the guitar silenced, something that sounded familiar to Bucky though he couldn’t quite place it, and the unnerving noise of a busy ER filled the room again.

"Y/n is just fine,” she added and Bucky’s heartbeat kicked up.  

“Okay then, Y/n,” Bucky smiled back at her as he took a seat on the edge of the bed, enjoying the way her name felt on the edge of his lips. He swallowed, cursing at himself for the flush in his cheeks that seemed to redden the longer she looked at him.  

He had a job to do. Might as well focus on that instead of the anxious energy surging in his veins.  

He gestured for her hand. “Why don’t I take a look at that?”

“I hope I’m not taking up too much of your time. I’m sure there’s someone who needs your help more than me right now,” she said nervously, glancing down at the series of bed filled with patients and the bustling families around them. 

Bucky noticed then that she was alone, and he wondered why that was. 

“I’m sure I’m probably fine,” she continued with a shrug, “but I didn’t want it to get worse, you know?”

Bucky nodded, watching the way she kept glancing down at the eight-year-old in bed five who hadn’t stopped coughing since he arrived, skin flushed red and sweat dripping down his back. His mother sat on the cot with him, running her hands along his damped hair as the poor boy looked like he was about to faint at any minute.  

“You’re not preventing anyone else from getting care,” Bucky assured her genuinely.

Steve approached the boy and his mother just a moment later and Bucky nodded down towards them. Y/n followed his gaze and her lips curved up against her cheeks, watching intently as Steve took off his stethoscope and let the boy listen to his own heartbeat. A grin broke through the boy’s tired face and he gestured excitedly for his mom to try.  

“I’m sure you see a lot of pain working in a trauma center like this,” she said, gaze still trained on the boy, watching him with a kind of secondhand joy that made Bucky’s stomach weak. He didn’t know people were still this genuine. She turned back to him. “Do you have good moments like that, too?”

Bucky nodded, his cheeks a little sore from smiling. No one had ever asked him that before.

“We do, actually. The good moments aren’t always cute kids, though.” He could feel her eyes on him and he took a deep breath, continuing. “Sometimes, the good moments are when a patient’s heart rhythm picks up again after flatlining long past when someone else would have called it or when we’re able to stabilize a patient coming in from a car wreck long enough to get them up to the operating room or when we catch a tumor in a scan for a concussion that’ll probably end up saving their life. That kind of stuff happens more often than you’d think.”  

Bucky didn’t realize how wide he was smiling, caught up in the memories, until he noticed the bewilderment with which Y/n was watching him, eyes practically sparkling, as he was lost in his own world to just talk about what made this job worth all of the bad timing and the lost causes.  

“But a lot of times it’s the cute kids,” Bucky added, chuckling softly under his breath.  

“It’s really nice that you care so much about what you do,” Y/n said, almost longingly with a bit of an ache in her voice that Bucky didn’t catch. “Not everyone is fortunate enough for that.”

Bucky shrugged, trying to brush it off casually. He glanced down at her wrist, noticing the way she was favoring it as she had pulled it closer to her hip bone.

“I should probably take a look at that, then. Since I care so much,” Bucky said with a teasing smirk, one that somehow made her smile even wider and he swore he could just stare at the way her lips curved so sweetly against the soft hue in her cheeks for eternity and be content.  

“Right, of course,” she giggled, extending her arm towards him.  

She hissed as he took her wrist carefully into his grasp, a frown pursing over her lips and Bucky cursed himself for being the cause of it. He ran his fingers carefully over the swollen area, light bruising forming at the surface, and he glanced up to gage for her reaction to find her pulling her lower lip into her mouth, biting at the dry skin.  

“What’s the damage, doc?”

“It’s definitely sprained,” Bucky admitted, reaching for the cart next to the bed and dragged it towards him. The wheels clicked against the tile surface and he pulled open the second to top drawer, rummaging through the supplies until he pulled out a long, tan bandage. “I’m going to wrap this, alright? It may hurt a bit.”

She nodded as Bucky began to unroll the bandage. He glanced up at her, finding himself wanting to know more about a patient than the necessary questions for the first time in years. 

He wanted to know what school that sweatshirt was from because he couldn’t quite make out the faded lettering on his own. He wanted to know what artist she had been listening to when he startled her and if she made playlists for the weather and obscure kinds of moods like he did. He wanted to know if her eyes were naturally such a warm, inviting hue or if she smiled like that at everyone or if she wanted to go to dinner Friday night--

Wait.  

Focus.  

Bucky set the beginning of the bandage at the inside of her wrist and began to wrap it carefully around her arm and then up around her palm between her thumb and pointer finger, and then back around her wrist twice. As he worked, he could sense her eyes on him, watching, and he found himself needing to ask her more questions just to hear her voice again.

“So, no medical history, huh?”

“Just moved to the area,” she replied quickly, a little flatter than what her tone had been before though Bucky didn’t pay it any mind. “Haven’t had a chance to find a primary doc or transfer my records yet.”

Bucky nodded, satisfied enough with her answer, though he didn’t notice the way her shoulders seemed to sigh in relief when he didn’t probe further. It wasn’t entirely uncommon for patients to show up without a medical history, especially if they were from out of state or hadn’t been to a provider within the hospital’s network before. He didn’t think too much of it.  

“So, you wanna tell me what happened that you sprained your wrist at this time of night?” Bucky asked playfully as he secured the adhesive end and released her hand.  

She flinched slightly at his question and Bucky narrowed his eyes, pausing for a moment to watch her as she averted her gaze to his hands. She shrugged, though a sliver of hesitation slipped in before she spoke.

“Oh, I just tripped over some shoes in the hallway coming back from a shift. Landed wrong.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, unsure. He swore he remembered seeing the indent of a pillow crease on her cheek when he first sat down, like she had woken up from a deep sleep, but then she started to laugh. She had those crinkles up by the sides of her eyes that made Bucky’s stomach flutter and he couldn’t remember why he asked in the first place.  

“I’m pretty clumsy, actually,” she sighed with that grin that made Bucky’s stomach churn. She brought her left hand up to her lips to hide the smile Bucky couldn’t seem to look away from as a blush filled her cheeks.

That was, until he noticed the flash of a diamond reflect under the florescent lights and his heart sank. 

He shouldn’t be surprised; didn’t know why he was. A girl like that, so effortlessly beautiful and a smile that could instant light an entire room; he didn’t have a chance. Bucky chewed on the inside of his cheek, forcing out a grin to match hers despite the disappointment wallowing in his stomach.  

“Well, I don’t want to keep you too long,” Bucky said as he stood from the bed, trying to mask the hurt in his voice. “Just make sure you ice that and get yourself a primary doc, okay?”

She nodded quickly, gathering her phone and headphones into her bag before she slid herself off the side of the bed. “Thank you, Dr. Barnes. I really do appreciate your time.”

“Bucky,” he blurted out before he could stop himself. She raised an eyebrow. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “You can call me Bucky. You know, if you, uh, ever find yourself back here which I, um, of course hope you... don’t.”  

Cheeks flushed red with an embarrassment he was entirely unused to talking to a woman and Y/n grinned so wide he was sure the corners of her lips might touch her ears. He’d never seen anything like it.  

“Okay, Bucky,” she said sweetly and he wanted her to say his name a dozen more times. “Hope you have some good moments tonight.”

Bucky smiled, giving her a subtle wave as he watched her disappear into the crowd of doctors and patients before he caught sight of her again by the door. She paused, digging into her bag for her phone, brushing a fallen hair behind her ear and huffing it out of her face when it fell back a second later. The soft pout on her face made Bucky’s legs weak. Once she pulled the phone from her bag, a frown pursed over her lips and her shoulders seemed to stiffen. Bucky was about to walk over to make sure she was alright when he felt a nudge in his shoulder.  

“You look like a complete idiot, just so you know,” Sam grumbled, arms folded over his chest as he clearly was following his gaze.  

Bucky tore his eyes away from Y/n reluctantly as Sam began to snicker to himself. He grabbed a chart out of the hands of an intern as they walked by and tracked down some kid named Peter Parker in bed two with a glorified bug bite.

When he looked for Y/n again, she was gone.  

***

“You’re thinking about the girl from bed eight again, aren’t you?”  

Bucky lifted his head from his arms folded against the countertop of the nurses’ station and sent a glare in Sam’s direction. He hadn’t had a decent night sleep in four days and he was coming off a thirty-six-hour shift, the lack of sleep evident in the bags below his eyes and the messy wave in his hair. He only agreed to stay an extra hour to help Steve with the transition of interns coming onto the night shift so his patience was incredibly thin, especially for Sam’s antics.  

“She’s married, Sam,” Bucky groaned, rubbing at his eyes. “Don’t matter if I’m thinking about her. She’s not available.”

“Maybe it’s a green card marriage,” Sam offered and Steve wacked him upside the head. He shrugged, seemingly unbothered, though he ducted out of Steve’s reach before he spoke again. “Maybe the guy’s emotionally unavailable and she’s looking for a way out. Or... maybe she’s in the market for some side action.”

Sam bumped Bucky’s hip with his own, making some ridiculous cooing noise. He apparently found himself to be incredibly hilarious as he nearly doubled over laughing at Bucky’s non-reaction.

“It’s been three weeks, Buck,” Steve said cautiously, shoving Sam away and stepping between the two as usually found himself doing. “Maybe you should let Nat set you up with the nurse in cardiology.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Look, I appreciate the thought but I’m way too busy for--”

“Dr. Barnes?” one of the interns came up behind him, timid voice barely heard over the hustle of the ER. Bucky turned around to face her. Wanda, he thought. She handed him a chart. “Bed fourteen is asking for you specifically.”

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Did you tell her that we don’t--”

“Thanks Wanda,” Bucky pressed out a smile, interrupting Sam as his eyes fell upon the name listed at the top of the chart. 

Sam glanced rather obviously over his shoulder and started chuckling to himself, saying something to Steve Bucky knew would only come at his own expense, but he took off towards the west side of the department without waiting to hear what is was.  

He couldn’t seem to get there quick enough. Several interns tried to snag him away as he walked past, asking questions they should have learned in their first year, but he shrugged them off, gesturing for one of the nurses to assist them instead. The nurses always seemed to know more than the interns anyway.

Sure enough, as he turned the corner, there she was. 

Hair cascading down over her shoulders, exposing the soft curl amongst messy waves he hadn’t seen the last time she visited. She was in black leggings and an oversized sweatshirt, almost as if she had just crawled out of bed and still, she was hands down the most captivating person within view.  

Her eyes glanced around the room, almost curiously, just watching the doctors as they scribbled their messy handwriting into charts, nurses as they drew IV and scowled at the interns, and patients as they muttered amongst one another, complaining of the noise and the long wait time. Bucky found himself grinning before he even took another step in her direction.  

She hadn’t noticed him approach the side of the bed and when he cleared his throat to say hello, she recoiled away as if something had burned her. Her hand clasped to her chest, breath picking up in pace, eyes wide in such a familiar state to when Bucky first met her.  

“I’m sorry,” Bucky blurted out, sliding her chart into the basket at the end of the bed. He scratched nervously at the back of his head. “Man, I’ve got a habit of scaring you, don’t I? Guess I should learn to walk a little louder...”

Y/n relaxed instantly as her eyes fell upon him, a blush burning in her cheeks as she grimaced at him, though it turned into that sweet smile Bucky missed so much.

“No, no it’s my fault,” she waved him off, laughing nervously. “I startle easy.”

Bucky nodded, already feeling a contentment just being around her again. He didn’t know it was possible for someone to captivate him so quickly, so easily, without much effort at all. The way she was looking up at him, under thick lashes and a soft red in her cheeks, Bucky felt like he could melt.  

“So, what’s going on this time?” Bucky smiled, pulling up a stool and wheeling it under him as he sat next to her bed. She extended her right hand in his direction, wrist covered in the bandage that should have been removed over a week ago.  

“I think I messed up your good work,” she frowned, her gaze darting to the ground, almost shamefully. It sat in startling contrast to the kind features in her face.  

“It’s not my work I’m worried about,” Bucky said lightly, hoping to get her smiling again. “What happened?”

Y/n didn’t respond for a moment. Instead, her eyes were focused on the way Bucky’s hands grazed over her wrists tenderly, careful not to put too much pressure, his own eyes flickering up to hers every once in a while to make sure he wasn't accidentally using too much force. 

“I um,” Y/n started, slowly bringing herself to meet Bucky’s eye when he paused, waiting for her to respond. A smile curved at her lips, though something felt a little off about it. “I tripped over the damn cat. Can you believe that? If I’m gonna fall so much maybe I shouldn’t use my wrist as my landing support, huh?”

Bucky nodded apprehensively, watching the way the smiling didn’t quite reach her eyes. But then again, it was nearing midnight and he was coming off a thirty-six-hour shift. Maybe he was just seeing things.  

“Guess I should count myself lucky you’re so clumsy then,” Bucky said, flashing her a smile.  “Didn’t know if I’d see you again.”  

She bit on her lip in an effort to suppress the grin pushing at her cheeks and the light sparkled in her eyes again. Bucky chuckled under his breath as he started to unwrap the bandage, exceedingly cautious to touch her skin with only the gentlest of pressure. 

She hissed as he pulled the bandage from her arm and the cool air brushed over the skin. Bucky narrowed his eyes, studying the swelling, though he was surprised to see some green and yellow marks, bruises about a few days old, wrapping around her wrist. They looked almost like stripes.  

“When did you start to notice the bruising?” Bucky asked curiously, lifting her arm slightly to examine the other side.  

“Oh, that’s been there for a while,” she replied, shrugging her shoulders.  

“You know,” Bucky started, thinking aloud as he took a closer look, “it almost looks like...”  

Fingers? A hand print?  

Bucky stopped himself before he could ask. He was sure he must be seeing things. He really needed to get some rest after this shift. Bucky sighed, gesturing for the nurse who walked by to bring him a few of the breakable cooling packs they reserved for favorite patients.  

“Think I’ll be okay, doc?” she asked light-heartedly, retracting her wrist from his touch when he had stilled his movements and he was simply holding her hand. He swallowed nervously, not even realizing he had been doing that.  

Bucky cleared his throat, nodding quickly to distract from the warmth in his cheeks. The nurse set the cooling packs on the edge of the bed and Bucky thanked her quickly. He picked one up and slid the rest into Y/n’s bag before she could do it herself.  

“Use one of these once a day. You just break the bag at the center, like a glow stick, alright?” He snapped the bag, demonstrating how to activate it, and handed it to Y/n. She smiled in appreciation and let it set over her wrist.  

"Let your wrist rest without the bandage at night if you can,” Bucky added. “I think you’ll be just fine, Y/n.”

“Thanks, Bucky. You’re a real savior,” she said as her left hand reached out for his and squeezed it firmly. 

His eyes were drawn down immediately, staring at her hand upon his, the flicker of her diamond ring barely catching his attention from the way her fingers curled under his palm and her thumb brushed against the back of his hand soothingly. Her hand was so small compared to his, barely covered over his at all, but he could feel the warmth of it, the softness of her touch.  

When she pulled her hand back again, Bucky missed it instantly.  

“Take care, Y/n,” Bucky said, brushing aside the feeling swelling in his chest as he helped her to her feet. “Doctor’s orders.”

“Hopefully you won’t have to see me for a while this time,” Y/n offered, glancing up at him in a way that made his stomach a little weak. There was something unreadable behind her eyes, something that looked a little like longing, though he was certain he was just seeing things.  

She was married, after all.  

Bucky watched, again, as she made her way to the exit, sliding out of the way of the incoming swarm of interns barreling their way through the ED. She made herself small as she squeezed by a few family members of the patient in bed eighteen, too polite to even ask them to step aside. Then, she paused at the door, her shoulders rising with a deep, heavy breath, before she took a step forward and out into the night.  

Bucky turned to head back to the nurses’ station when he found Sam standing behind him, shaking his head as hands planted on his hips.  

“Man, you’ve got it bad."

“Shut up, Sam.”

***

It wasn’t the last time Bucky found Y/n in his ED. Over the next few months she’d come in for various injuries, requesting to see him specifically, and miraculously only needing to come in during the overnight shifts Bucky usually worked. It would be a twist in her ankle, or a soreness in her ribs, or sometimes an ache at her knee. She came in enough that the nurses began to dub her as a frequent flyer, though Bucky put a stop to that rather quickly.  

She’d stay a little longer than necessary and Bucky would find himself moving a little slower when he examined her, just hoping to savor a bit of their time together.  

He’d learned that she used to work as an editor at one of the most prestigious newspapers in the city until she stepped down once she got married, though she didn’t say why. He learned that she liked going to the zoo and just sitting by the red panda exhibit, waiting for them to come out from their hiding places or just to watch them sleep. He learned that her family lived out of state and she hadn’t seen them in a while, though she missed them terribly. He learned that she cared more about the lyrics in a song than the melody and would rather go to a dive bar with a band than a busy club on Saturday nights.  

The more he learned about Y/n, the more he wanted to know. He could spend every minute just asking her questions, though he obliged her when he found that she seemed to want to know just as much about him.  

So, he’d tell her about Steve; reluctantly, about Sam, too. He’d tell her about his years in medical school and the complete lack of a social life he had, though she didn’t seem to buy that for a second. He’d tell her about the tour he spent in Afghanistan as a field medic and how he nearly lost his left arm in an explosion. He’d tell her about how he liked to go to the batting cage on weekends and about the best ice cream shop in the whole city. He’d even tell her about his fascination with Stark Industries and she’d let him rant for a solid ten minutes on their new project that was set to redesign emergency medicine in the field for decades.  

Every moment he spent with her left his heart swelling and it didn’t matter to him when she twisted and pulled at the ring on her finger absentmindedly as they talked. He was just happy to be around her, even if this was all it was going to be. A few stolen moments amongst a crowded emergency department, finding that when he looked at her, she was the only one in the room.  

It had been nearly a month since he’d seen her last and part of him was thankful she was able to keep herself unharmed and managed not to trip over something else for a while, but he missed her like crazy. He’d find himself looking towards the entrance of the department every so often, a dozen times a shift, searching for her amongst the crowd.  

Though, he knew it was unlikely he’d find her today. He agreed to do a double shift for Steve when Nat called out sick, so here he was, attending to patients with the sun shining outside for a change. Y/n only seemed to come in at night so at least now he’d be able to focus on something other than missing her voice or the sweet way she’d smile at him or the flicker of light in her eye when she --  

“Dr. Barnes?” a voice called, rough around the edges from years of smoking.  

Bucky blinked, pulling his attention back to the middle-aged man sitting in bed eleven. The man coughed again; an awful sound that probably ruptured something deep in his lungs. Bucky sighed, fiddling with the chart in his hands.

“You need to lay off the cigarettes,” he said simply, focus regaining on his task at hand. “You’ve got tar build up in your lungs and it’ll only...” his voice trailed off as a clanging sound erupted further down the hall, pulling his attention, as a nurse rushed to pick up the supplies that had been knocked over. Bucky shook his head, glancing back at the chart.  

“It’ll only get worse if you keep smoking like this,” he continued, shrugging. “I can prescribe something for smoking cessation, but that’s the best I can...”  

Again, a commotion at the end of the hall. Bucky narrowed his eyes, ignoring the way his patient grumbled under his breath, and he tried to get a better look.

“Sorry! Sorry, shit, I—I didn’t mean to cause such a mess,” a voice stammered out, one so familiar that Bucky quickly handed off the chart to the resident observing over his shoulder without a second thought and headed in the direction of the commotion. 

The patient was calling after him, complaining about his terrible bedside manner as Bucky stalked off but it hardly even registered when he saw Y/n’s cheeks flushing red, stumbling over her words.  

Bucky narrowed his eyes, a moment of relief in his chest short lived by the way he noticed she was holding her hands; out right, like she was carrying an invisible platter, only her palms were red with blood. One of the nurses was gesturing for her to follow him to one of the open beds, pulling her away by a harsh hand on her elbow from the mess of supplies along the floor she had knocked over. His impatience was evident in his shoulders, the way he rolled his eyes at her, and a heat boiled in Bucky’s chest.  

“I can take it from here, Grant,” Bucky called, jogging towards them as he grabbed a pair of latex gloves from the counter. He glanced briefly at Y/n, who’s eyes bulged at the sight of him, a near look of panic flashing over her features that Bucky didn’t quite expect.  

“Bucky!” she gaped, swallowing thickly. “I didn't think you'd... Don't you work nights?”

Bucky shrugged, curving his lips into a smile for her the way he usually did. “I agreed to take an extra day shift to help Steve out. Lucky timing, huh?”

Y/n nodded, though she didn’t return his smile. It was unusual for her and it made Bucky raise an eyebrow in concern, though she tore her gaze away from him before he could ask what was wrong. It was then Bucky noticed Grant impatiently tapping his toe, waiting.  

“We’re good here,” Bucky pressed his lips into a thin line. “Thanks.”

Grant rolled his eyes, letting go of Y/n’s elbow, and while her shoulders seemed to relax, her hands were still held stiff, her stare firm to the floor. Timid. Almost fearful. So unlike the light-hearted, quick witted woman he knew. It didn’t sit well with him.  

Bucky swallowed, tugging on the gloves before he reached out towards her absentmindedly and let his hands cup the back of her own, holding them steady in place. He shook his head as he examined her palms, a deep red coating in the insides of her hands, shards of glass embedded in tiny fragments amongst the surface. Stealing a glimpse at her face, he noticed the faint reflection of tracks down her cheeks, like she had been crying. His stomach twisted into knots at the mere thought of it.  

He glanced back at the line of occupied beds before he caught sight of the open door at the end of the hallway.  

“Follow me.”

He led Y/n down the busy hall, past several patients who had been waiting hours before her and the dirty looks that followed, before he gestured for her to step inside of the exam room. He flicked on the light switch as she stepped inside and carefully closed the door behind him. She had already taken a seat on the cot when he grabbed a chair and slid it up beside her.  

He gestured for her hands again and she gave them over hesitantly. Bucky glanced up at her, noticing the way she avoided his gaze, shielded under his stare for the first time since he’d met her. As he held her hands in his own, he let his thumb brush comfortingly along her knuckles, trying to ease her discomfort as he took a better look at the glass puncturing her skin.  

“I’m gonna have to pull the shards out with tweezers,” he said after some time, unable to come up with an alternative plan that would spare her more pain. She nodded, still yet to meet his eye. Bucky grabbed the kit from the drawer and pulled a pair of tweezers out. “This’ll probably hurt a bit. I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

As he moved the metal rods to grip the first piece of glass, starting with the smallest fragments first to avoid additional blood covering his view, and tugged it out of her hand with a sharp movement. She let out a yelp in response, unprepared.  

“Sorry,” she gritted through her teeth, a flush of embarrassment in her cheeks.  

“No need to apologize, Y/n,” he replied sincerely and she seemed to relax a bit at that. “I’ll work fast, alright? It’ll be over in no time.”

She nodded in agreement and Bucky could feel her eyes on him as he worked. Each shard he pulled from her hands elicited a muffled whimper she’d try to hide from him. She’d bit down on her lip, tuck her face against her shoulder to hide the tears welling in her eyes, but he noticed. He cursed his own hands for bringing her this pain.  

Hoping he could distract her as he moved to pull out the larger pieces in her hands, he let his mind wander to the question that had been swarming in the back of his head.

“You wanna tell me what happened?” he asked carefully, keeping his eyes trained on her hands as he plucked out a rather large shard embedded into the lifeline in her palm. She winced as the glass clanged into the metal cup next to him. A few more pieces and he’d be done.  

Her silence didn’t slip past him as he continued to work, though he didn’t push her just yet. He was already causing her pain by tugging at her broken skin, there was no need to add to that. When he finally got to the last piece in her left hand, Bucky pulled it out quickly and let the tweezers fall into the cup amongst the glass shards. The two of them exhaled in relief.  

As Bucky reached for the disinfectant wipes and the gauze he would need to wrap her palms, he warned her that it would sting. He pressed the alcohol-soaked cloth to her right palm and she bit back a whimper, one that made Bucky’s stomach churn. He muttered an apology under his breath as he wiped away the excess blood and wrapped her hand in the soft material. Then, he moved to the other to repeat the process again.  

Once her hands were wrapped and Bucky peeled away the latex gloves, tossing them into the disposal bin by the door, she cleared her throat.  

“I, uh, dropped a pair of wine glasses,” she mumbled and first the first time that day she met Bucky’s eye. There was something clouding the light in her eyes that Bucky found himself so drawn to every time he was able to steal a few moments with her. She didn’t carry her usual carefree charm or the sweet smile that made Bucky’s knees weak or the laugh he could have listened to for hours on end. Something was off, but he couldn’t make sense of it.  

“It was so stupid,” she continued, shaking her head. “The wine spilled everywhere, all over the white tiles and Brock—Brock was so mad, he nearly--” she paused, biting on her lip hard enough to stop the words from spilling out.

Bucky narrowed his eyes, an ache in his chest hearing her husband’s name for the first time. The way she said it, her voice practically shaking, Bucky found himself desperate for her to finish that sentence, though he couldn’t find the strength to ask her to do so.  

Instead, she let out a heavy sigh. “I must’ve just lost my balance or something while I was trying to clean it up and caught myself on my hands, right in the glass all over the floor. It was my fault. I can be so clumsy.”

Bucky nodded, though there was a part of him, bigger than he wanted to admit, that didn’t believe her. The way she spoke, it was almost void of emotion, like she had said those words too many times for it to be real, like it had been taught and rehearsed in front of a mirror.  

“You’re always so kind to me Bucky,” she said in a whisper, a lingering of remorse in her words that took him off guard. “I take up so much of your time here. I’m sure you have better things to do than pull glass from my hands. I bet even one of your interns could have done it.”

“Don’t be too sure,” Bucky teased, hoping to ease the obvious ache in her voice. He offered her an encouraging smile as he glanced down, realizing he was still holding her hands in his, though she made no movement to pull away. “I... I like when you take up my time.”

Bucky sighed, staring at her hands in his own, running careful fingers over the soft exposed skin, trying to gather some courage.  

“Maybe I shouldn’t be saying this, but I...” Bucky licked his lips, a nervous shake of his head, and he let the words he had been holding back since he met her tumble out. “I miss you when you’re not here. I don't ever want to see you hurt but... when you walk through the door, it’s the best part of my day. Everything is just better when you’re around. I don’t remember the last time I felt this way... about anyone.”

Bucky glanced back up at her to find her lips parted in shock and a longing behind her eyes that made his stomach weak.  

“I... I don’t deserve that, Bucky.”

Her gaze fell down to his lips and Bucky swallowed.

“You deserve the world, Y/n,” he replied and it was the easiest thing he ever said. Her breath hitched at his words.  

“Bucky, I--” she exhaled and he could feel it against his cheek. When he had moved this close to her? At what point did he start leaning in? When did she meet him halfway?  

His hand had found its way up to her neck, gently running his thumb over her jawline until she met his eye, speckles of light returning between the colors in her iris the longer he held her like this. They were so close, unbearably so, that he noticed the undertones in her iris for the first time and the faint markings of a scar along her forehead. He could stare at her for hours and find new features to appreciate, to want to kiss and hold and love.  

He’d never fallen for anyone so fast before and despite the laundry list of questionable ethics, he couldn’t help but want every part of her; her mind, her soul, her body, the sweet curve of her lips, and the sound of her laugh that had marked its home in his chest, the crinkles by her eyes and the curious way she enjoyed observing busy rooms. He wanted it all.  

Bucky held himself against her, nose brushing over her cheek bone until his lips sat only a breath from hers. He could feel the uneven exhale of her breathing, shaking in the same anticipation he felt deep in his chest. Eyes glanced up to his, nervous, longing, and he ached for her in a way he didn’t know was possible. Her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned forward, his lips tingling at the thought of her, though he stilled his movements instantly when he glanced down and noticed a dark purple mark peeking out from under her shirt.  

Bucky pulled back, eyes narrowing on the colored patch on the left side of her chest, hidden under her collar, only a sliver of what appeared to be a much larger pattern.  

“Bucky?” she questioned cautiously, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the mark. It wasn’t until she followed his line of sight that she realized the sleeve of her shirt had slipped a bit and exposed the secret lying underneath. She quickly adjusted her top covering up the bruise again, but the damage had been done. He had seen.  

Bucky felt sick suddenly. Nausea creeping up in his stomach for the months that had gone by and he so foolishly missed the signs, too caught up in wanting to see her, in being thankful he could spend another few minutes just talking with her, that he didn’t stop to think about why she was coming in to the ED so often for an otherwise completely healthy woman. The way she referenced her husband, in the rare moments she did, was filled with a kind of hesitation, intimidation, she shouldn’t have carried for a man she loved. He hadn’t realized until now that he’d never even known her husband’s name until a few moments ago.  

He couldn’t wrap his head around it; how it was possible that a woman who was so filled with wonder and joy and kindness when Bucky first met her that he was instantly captivated by her, could be the target of a vile man with no other outlet for her anger.  

Bucky let his hand fall from her neck and he pulled it into his lap. It clenched into a fist that punctured his nails into his palm, but he was careful to hide it. He let out a heavy exhale, though that did nothing to ease the tightness in his chest.  

“How long has your husband been hurting you?”

She sucked in a gasp, her entire body growing stiff. “I don’t-- W-Why would you ask that?”

“You don’t have to lie for him, doll,” Bucky implored softly, his hand sitting upon her thigh, thumb circling in soothing motions. Her gaze fell down to the movement of his hand, watching the tenderness in which he touched her, cared for her. It was unlike anything she was used to, and for the first time, Bucky knew why.  

“Please, let me help you,” Bucky pressed. “You don’t have to go back to him. I won’t let him lay a hand on you again. I can—I can help you, doll.”

“Bucky,” she exhaled, his name a plea in her voice. “Leave this alone, please.”

“I can’t do that, Y/n. Not when I know he’s hurting you.”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” she snapped suddenly, words harsh in her voice though her eyes were wide and fearful. It was too rehearsed, almost conditioned, the way she made her voice stronger, edgier, than she felt. She couldn’t force her eyes to be as hard as her voice or the movement of her hand as she batted his away. She couldn’t lie to him through the shades of her iris he had grown to care for so much.

“Doll, I’m beggin’ you. You gotta let me--”

Y/n jumped off the bed suddenly, shoving Bucky aside to grab her bag from the counter. Her hands were shaking as she did so, wincing as she put too much pressure to her wrapped palms. Bucky stood cautiously, trying to make his stature a little smaller, less intimidating, as he approached her. He reached a hand out to her shoulder.  

“Y/n, please--”

“Drop it, Bucky. There’s nothing you can do,” she urged, a panic replacing the faux constructed offense and Bucky saw a glimpse of fear in her features that nearly made his legs give out. 

Before he could have a chance to beg her to stay again, she pushed open the door and disappeared out into the crowd. He stared at the door as it closed behind her, frozen in a state of shock and panic for this woman who was so intent to go back to the man who kept sending her here.  

Bucky snapped himself back to reality and chased out after her, calling her name as she pushed past the crowd of interns, bumping into their shoulders in haste. She didn’t hold up. Light blue scrubs dove out of his way when they saw Bucky running in their direction.  

“Y/n, wait!”  

He was stuck behind a gurney that had been wheeled out into the hall and she was suddenly down by the double doors. She glanced back at him, an unreadable expression on her face as she turned and pushed her way outside.

His heart in his throat, Bucky desperately tried to swing around the sides of the bed before he just lunged over the top, much to the annoyance of the nurses, and practically sprinted down the hall. An administrator carrying a dozen files in his hand nearly had to jump out of Bucky’s way as he ran past, clinging tightly to the stack of papers.  

Panic surged in his veins when he couldn’t find her down by the doors. He slammed his shoulder into the release and stumbled out into the busy street. Ambulances lined up at the drop off point, pedestrians walking by, family members of patients sitting on the bench, and the man Bucky had been attending to earlier smoking off in the corner, still wearing his hospital gown.  

But not Y/n.  

Bucky raked his hands through his hair, eyes darting down the street in both directions. She was nowhere. She was gone.  

“Shit!”

“What the hell is your problem?” Steve grumbled behind him, having followed him outside upon noticing the commotion. “You’re scaring the patients.”

“I need Y/n’s records,” Bucky said, shoving past Steve and ignoring his question. He could sense Steve on his heels as he raced back to the nurses’ station and rapidly began typing in the computer. It took some digging, her records not being readily available in the system, but he found them.

“Fuck.” He slumped back into the chair, his hand darting to brush over his parted lips.

Prior to her first visit to Bucky several months ago, she had shown up in various EDs in Seattle, one every few months for at least a year, and then to Washington, D.C, for the last two years where she’d been treated for broken bones, a fractured rib, and internal bruising.  

She’d also been in New York for longer than she let on, using Urgent Cares and EDs from outside the hospital’s network before she met him. For some reason, when she met Bucky, she stopped her pattern of using different emergency rooms. It was the first time she went to the same place consistently for more than two visits.  

She broke her pattern for him.  

“You want to tell me what's going on?” Steve raised an eyebrow, hands planted firmly on his hip, though his features began to soften when he noticed the wave of desolation in Bucky’s face.  

“I fucked up, Steve. I really fucked up.”

***

“I can’t tell whether or not it’s worse that she hasn’t come back yet,” Sam said as he jumped up to sit on the countertop of the nurses’ station. It was nearing two in the morning and he broke open his second bag of chips. It was a slow night and those didn’t sit well with Bucky. It gave him too much time to think.

“I should have fucking seen the signs,” Bucky grumbled to himself, words that he’s repeated consistently since he saw Y/n last. It had been nearly three weeks since she ran out of the ED on him. Three weeks of constant anxiety, of looking over his shoulder to the door, of expecting the absolute worst. “How many months was she coming in here with those injuries? Why the hell didn’t I realize it sooner? Am I just that fucking naïve?”

“It’s not your fault, Buck,” Steve said calmly. “None of us saw it either.”

“I just wish she had a phone number or an address listed in the chart so I could at least make sure she’s okay,” Bucky conceded for the moment, though he knew the voice in that back of his head would return soon enough to remind him of his failure. “It’s the not knowing that’s killing me. I keep checking the papers thinking I might find her name in there one day, that her asshole husband will have taken it too far and I didn’t do a damn thing to stop it.”

“We’re not mandated reporters in New York state, Buck,” Steve reminded his friend. “We’ve been over this. You can only break HIPPA to report abuse of vulnerable populations; children, the elderly, mentally disabled. Y/n doesn’t fall in those categories so--”

“Am I just supposed to sit here with this knowledge that her husband is the reason she’s been in and out of this ED for the last six months, then?” Bucky grunted, raking his hands through his hair hard enough to tug out a few strands.

“If she’s not willing to press charges, there’s nothing the police can do,” Sam added, his voice a little softer than usual, more careful. “You have the evidence she’ll need if she ever does. You can even testify for her if it comes to that. But until then, you gotta sit still. Unfortunately, with shit like this, she’ll be back eventually.”

***

Another week passed by and still nothing. Bucky threw himself into every shift he could possibly pick up on the off chance Y/n might come back to the ED. He couldn’t risk not being here if she did. Dark circles hung under his eyes and he spent more nights sleeping in on call rooms than his own apartment. Steve was nearing kicking him out of the hospital for a week straight when Bucky finally agreed to take a day off. He slept nearly sixteen hours that night.  

“Dr. Barnes?” Wanda called from across the hall. She handed him the chart of a twelve year old girl with what appeared to be a case of the flu judging by the redness in her nose, the cold sweats, and a general green color in her skin.  

Bucky pushed out a smile that didn’t come as easily these days and knelt by the bed. “Hey kiddo, how you feeling?”

“Not good,” the girl murmured, clenching at her mother’s hand.  

“We’ll get that sorted out for you, okay?” Bucky pulled out his stethoscope and pressed the cool end to the girl’s back, asking she take in a deep breath. Then, he took her temperature just to confirm his suspicions, and when it read 101.3, he grimaced towards the girl's mom. “I’m going to go ahead and prescribe an antiviral and hopefully we can get this flu under control.” He turned back to the girl. “That sound good to you, princess?”

The girl nodded sheepishly and curled into her mother’s side.  

“Thank you, Dr. Barnes,” the mom said, offering a smile in Bucky’s direction as she moved to pull her daughter into her arms. He nodded, and turned to hand the chart over to the nurse to assist with discharge when he found Sam waiting behind him. He wore a nervous kind of look on his face that made Bucky narrow his eyes suspiciously. 

“What’s your deal?”

“I need you to come with me,” Sam replied, his voice short though there was a lingering concern in his words that Bucky wasn’t quite used to. Having spent so much time ridiculing and teasing one another despite the fact that they were actually friends, he knew enough to drop his guard when Sam came to him in this voice.  

Bucky nodded, following Sam down the hall to the exam room with the closed door. Sam put his hand on the knob, but he paused before turning it.  

“I need you to take a breath,” Sam instructed and Bucky rolled his eyes. “I’m serious, Buck. You need to be in control when you walk in this room.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Bucky groaned, his patience growing thin.  

“It’s Y/n,” Sam said and it was enough for all of Bucky’s defenses to fall. “It’s... it’s not great, man. But this is what I was talking about. She’s back and she needs you right now. Okay? So, take a breath. Please.”

Bucky nodded quickly, sucking in a deep breath to his lungs though it came in shaky. He wondered when these feelings had developed strong enough to make him this terrified to see you again; to have to wonder what Sam meant by ‘not great’ and sit with that mental image for a moment too long before the door finally opened for him.  

Sam stood outside, closing the door behind Bucky as he entered. It was dark inside the exam room, the shades drawn and only the lamp by the desk illuminating the space. Y/n stood just a few feet from him, her back to him as she held her arms wrapped around her waist.  

“Y/n?” Bucky called cautiously, though she didn’t move to face him. He took a step closer.

“Wait,” she blurted out. He watched as her breaths came in heavy waves through her shoulders. “Just... please don’t be angry with me.”

Bucky’s heart fell, his chest aching painfully at the very thought. “I could never.”

With a heavy sigh, a brief nod to herself, Y/n began to turn around. She kept her head down, hair shielding over her face, and there was a slight tremor in her hands as she gripped at her forearms crossed over her waist. Bucky took a careful step forward, so that he was standing close enough to see the hairs standing up on her arms and the hear the rustled intakes of her breaths.  

“It’s okay, Y/n,” he encouraged softly, trying to keep himself calm despite the anxiety rushing through him. “Whatever it is, I’m here for you, okay?”

She nodded hesitantly and slowly allowed herself to lift her head, her hair falling away from her face and Bucky bit down so hard on his cheek he drew blood. 

A dark purple bruise marked over her cheek bone, extending in angry red vein-like lines down the sides of her face from the swelling. Her lip was busted open down the center, dried blood caked in the cracks. But worse than that, her eyes were red, filled with tears that sent a painful stab straight to Bucky’s chest.  

Bucky reached out, so tenderly, so slowly, that it felt like a century before his hand grazed against the side of her face. She closed her eyes at the touch, leaning into him as he looked over the bruising, searching for further injury. His thumb traced over her jawline, his hand setting against her collarbone, as he hoped to sooth her while he examined the wounds.  

He let out a heavy sigh and pulled his hand back. The subtle gasp she let slip didn’t pass his notice and he wondered if he should reach out again. He parted his lips to tell her that nothing appeared to be broken, that the swelling and bruising made it look worse than it was, but the words fell heavy on his tongue. Nothing he could say could make this any easier. It didn’t matter if it would heal on its own in a matter of a month or two, because the damage had come from someone she was supposed to trust, supposed to love. There was no repairing that. Even if it had been happening for years. It wasn’t any easier.  

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you,” she whimpered as the tears began to well over her lashing as cascaded against her checks. Bucky shook his head rapidly, not wanting for her to apologize for a single thing, but she continued before he had a chance to interject. “B-Brock... he knows. He knows I’ve b-been coming here. I’m n-never supposed to go to the same place more than twice but I... I was selfish and- and I wanted to see you again. I c-couldn't stop wanting to see you.”

A sob racked through her and the sound nearly broke Bucky straight in half. On pure instinct he reached out and gathered Y/n in his arms, surprised to find that she came against him willingly, her hands gripping tightly at his scrubs, face pressed into the crook of his neck as he ran his fingers down her back in long sweeping motions.  

“I’m right here. You’re okay, doll,” Bucky cooed, swallowing back the lump in his throat. “I’m not going anywhere, you hear me?”

She nodded against his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her hands spread against his back, bunching into the fabric of his dark blue scrub shirt and Bucky realized she was trying to ground herself. He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head without thinking much of it and his breathe hitched when he realized what he had done. Though it seemed, at the gesture, her whole body seemed to relax, muscles losing their tension and her grip on his shirt becoming less tight.  

After some time passed and Y/n’s cries had fallen silent, her breathing coming in at a normal rate, Bucky spoke up.  

“Does he have consent for your records?”

Y/n didn’t pull away from him, mumbling against his chest, “he made me sign for it.”

“Okay,” Bucky exhaled, a slight relief at the plan formulating in his head. “We need to go in and revoke that as soon as possible. I’ll make sure everyone in this hospital knows not to give your information to him if he shows up. If we revoke consent, no one can even tell him if you’re here if he asks. Okay?”

Bucky started to pull away, just to help lead her to the door so he could get access to a computer, but she clenched her grip on him reflexively.  

“Please don’t leave me.”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright, doll,” Bucky soothed, his hand rubbing in soft circles on her back. “I won’t leave your side. Think you can come to the hallway with me? I’ll take you behind the nurses’ station so you’re out of the way of the patients. That alright?”

“Y-yeah,” she conceded, nodding to herself. She let her arms fall from his waist and brushed at the dried tear tracks reflecting on her cheeks. She winced when she grazed over the bruise mark too hard. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for, doll,” Bucky said encouragingly in light of the heat boiling in his chest, wondering how long it took her husband to condition her to apologize so often. He could barely stand to think about how this woman who stole his breath away from the moment he met her, who was a filled with such light, could be extinguished by a man who was supposed to love her.  

Bucky extended his hand to her, part of him wanting to make sure she had a way to ground herself outside of the room and a more selfish side of him just wanting to hold onto her a little longer. She stared at his hand for a moment, a look of relief on her face, as she took it carefully in her own.  

“If it gets to be too much, you just let me know, alright?”  

Y/n nodded, pushing out a smile that fell quickly from the pain in her broken lip. Bucky sighed, restraining the part of himself that urged to bring their intertwined hands to his lips and kiss at her knuckles. Instead, he pushed open the door, florescent lighting blinding for a moment as the chaos of the ED came back into view.  

He felt a squeeze in his hand as he stepped out into the hallway and Y/n followed closely behind. Her other hand snaked its way across her and hooked onto Bucky’s forearm. She glanced up at him nervously, almost as if she was silently asking it this was okay, and he smiled encouragingly at her, nodding. She exhaled in relief as he helped weave her through the crowd.  

Sam noticed them coming in the direction of the nurses’ station first. He raised an eyebrow and set down the chart he had been reading.  

“Everything okay?” he asked as Bucky led Y/n around the back entrance and helped her settle into the chair Nurse Hill usually occupied.  

“Revoking consent,” Bucky said as Y/n released his hand reluctantly so he could type his password into the computer. “Where’s Steve?”

“He’s been telling staff not to give out any info on Y/n since she got here. The ED’s on lockdown from that asshole as far as we’re concerned,” Sam replied, throwing a half-etched smile in Y/n’s direction. She struggled to lift the corners of her lips but he could tell she was appreciative nonetheless.  

Bucky finished clicking a few boxes on the computer and he passed over a touch screen to Y/n. “Just need your signature, doll, and we’re done.”

She took the pen from his hand and quickly scribbled her name onto the pad. He noticed the hyphenated end of her name, his name, was illegible compared to the rest. She pressed her lips into a thin line when she was done and handed the pen back to Bucky. His fingers grazed over hers a moment longer than necessary.

“Is there anyone we can call for you?” Sam asked, breaking through the tension that kept Bucky’s eyes drawn into Y/n’s.  

Y/n shook her head. “No, I, uh... I don’t have friends around here and I haven’t spoken to my family in years.”

Sam sent a nervous look in Bucky’s direction, unsure of what to do next. This wasn’t typically his wheelhouse. First instinct was to call in social services, but he knew Bucky would want to be at the forefront of this.  

“We’ll figure something out,” Bucky said reassuringly. “You can stay here with us until my shift’s up and we’ll go from there, alright? If that’s what you want...”

Y/n nodded quickly, a solace relaxing the apprehension in her muscles.  

“Okay,” Bucky said, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips. Things were coming together. This mess had a few strings that could be tied to knots. There was a plan, at least, and she wanted him to be next to her through it. It was all that mattered right now.  

Despite the break in her lips, Y/n started to smile back at him, a flicker of light returning to her eye that Bucky adored so much. Though it fell away instantly when a voice rang out through the ED and a surge of panic coursed over her features.  

“WHERE THE FUCK IS MY WIFE?”  

Bucky’s eyes darted over to the entrance of the ED where a man, over six feet in height and a growl tearing through him like a rapid dog, shoved aside two nurses attempting to calm him down. One glance back at Y/n, who had sunk so far down into her chair in an effort to hide herself behind the barrier, and Bucky knew instantly that this man was her husband.  

Brock Rumlow.  

“You have no goddamn right!” Rumlow bellowed, his voice echoing down the halls and drawing the attention of at least a dozen patients and staff. “I know she’s fucking here! Tell me where she is!”

A rage boiled deep in Bucky’s chest when he noticed the red marks on Rumlow’s right hand; marks he had obtained from the abuse he doled out to the woman he was supposed to love. Bucky's breaths were coming in too fast, his hands clenching into fists so tight it punctured his palm with his nails. Before he could take a moment to think, he shoved his way out to the hall and away from the nurses’ station, stalking in Rumlow’s direction.  

“I’m going to need you to calm down,” Bucky seethed, clenching his teeth in an effort to control his voice, though it didn’t do much good. Rumlow paused, shaking off one of the nurses as he straightened his back, sizing Bucky up.  

“Tell me where my wife is and we’ll be on our way,” Rumlow drawled, his eyes glancing down the series of cots.  

“We cannot confirm or deny if your wife is here, sir.”

“Bullshit,” he spat, face boiling red.  

“You’re scaring our patients,” Bucky said through gritted teeth. “Calm down, or leave.”

“Fuck you,” Rumlow grunted and he attempted to push past Bucky, though he was met with a hard shove.  

“Don’t make me call for security to escort you out.”  

“Security?” Rumlow scoffed. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are but--” His eyes widened, locking in on something over Bucky’s shoulder. “Y/n! There you are baby!”

Bucky’s stomach dropped as Rumlow caught sight of Sam attempting to sneak Y/n back to the closed room at the end of the hall. Sam quickly stepped out in front of her, shielding her from Rumlow’s view as she did her best to hide behind him. A sickening smirk pulled at Rumlow’s mouth and he moved, once again, to push past Bucky but found he was met with a wall of hardened muscle.  

“Don’t even fucking think about going near her,” Bucky growled, putting a hand on Rumlow’s chest and shoving him back a few paces. Bucky stole a quick glance back at Y/n, who had peaked around Sam’s arm, and tried to convey a lifetime of apologies for allowing this man even lay eyes on her again. She didn’t even spare Rumlow a second look, focused solely on Bucky.

Rumlow’s eyes narrowed, gaze darting from Bucky to Y/n, watching the silent conversation held in their stare. He cracked his neck to the side as his upper lip began to twitch.  

“So, you’re the asshole that’s been putting garbage in my wife’s head,” Rumlow taunted, spit flying from his mouth like a rabid dog. “Yeah, that’s right. I know about you. I know you’re trying to steal my wife from me. But newsflash, asshole! She’s mine!”

“She’s not your property, you piece of shit,” Bucky fumed, his cheeks growing hot with the rage coursing in his veins.  

Rumlow let out an animalistic growl and he charged full force in Bucky’s direction, throwing a fist straight at the left side of his face. Bucky dodged it easily, bending down and shoving his shoulder into Rumlow’s gut and sending the both of them spiraling to the ground.  

Chaos erupted as patients began to scream, nurses and interns darted out of their way as Bucky held Rumlow down by his collar and punched him square in the jaw. Blood spat from Rumlow’s mouth and he tried to get a grasp on Bucky before he took another swing, but he wasn’t coordinated enough for that. It seemed he was only able to attack when his victim didn’t fight back.  

Bucky could barely see straight, red clouding in his vision, until he felt strong hands grabbing at his shoulders and yanking him off the ground. Two security guards hulled Rumlow off of the floor and restrained him by the arms as Bucky tried to shake off whoever was lugging him backwards.

“Buck! Stop!” Steve shouted into Bucky’s ear and Bucky stilled immediately.

Steve released his grasp and suddenly Y/n came crashing against him, wrapping her arms tight around his waist as Bucky stumbled back a step at the impact. He froze, caught off guard for a minute, arms stretched out to the side as he looked down to find her shaking, before he let himself hold her.  

“Hey, I’m alright,” Bucky whispered so only she could hear. She squeezed him tighter in response, her face tucking into his neck and he could feel the stain of tears against his skin.  

“I’ll fucking kill you! You hear me, bitch! I’ll kill you!” Rumlow roared, pulling against the security guards holding his arms back. Y/n flinched at his words, unable to even steal a glance in his direction, and Bucky tightened his grip on her, turning their bodies so she wasn’t in Rumlow’s direct line of sight. Bucky ran his hands along Y/n’s back, urging her to walk with him away from the scene.  

As Rumlow continued to shout obscenities, Bucky glanced back over his shoulder to find security handcuffing him and Steve towering over as they restrained him to his knees. Patients and staff members parted alike as Bucky gently pulled Y/n along down the hall towards the exam room. He whispered endless apologies into her hair as he led her to the door. Once they were inside, Y/n let her hands fall away from his waist and they quickly jumped up to grasp the sides of his face.  

“Did he hurt you?” she asked anxiously, eyes darting over his face. Bucky pressed out a sad smile, reaching up to her wrists and pulling her hands away from his cheeks.  

“I’m okay, doll, I promise.”  

She nodded, though he could tell she didn’t quite believe him. She took a few steps away from him, her hands falling from his outstretched grasp and he missed the contact instantly. One arm crossed over her waist and the other pressed up against her lips as she shook her head, like she was trying to contain words from spilling out. Bucky watched silently, unsure of what to say.

“I should never have dragged you into this,” she finally said, a heavy sigh in her words. She turned her back to him. “I don’t know how he even found out about you, that I’ve been coming to see you.”  

“But we never... we didn’t... um,” Bucky stammered awkwardly, reaching up to scratch at the back of his neck.  

Y/n turned around slowly, her eyes downcast in shame as she nervously picked at the ends of her shirt. “There are other ways to be unfaithful, Bucky.”

Bucky’s heart skipped as she met his eye, that longing he had been seeing hidden behind her iris’s for so long, now so abundantly clear.  

“At first I thought maybe I was just confusing these feelings with the relief of someone, anyone, just being as kind and as gentle as you were to me when we first met,” she started. “I thought maybe I was just misplacing this need I had to be touched with something other than... other than cruel intent onto you because you reminded me what it was like when someone was gentle, when a touch could bring goosebumps instead of bruises.”

Bucky nodded slowly, though he let her speak as he took a seat on the edge of the cot. He could tell it was difficult for her to get this out by the way her hands wrung against one another and the subtle quake in her voice. He tried to ignore the way his heart had picked up in pace the longer she spoke.  

“But then I realized it was you,” she said, a littler strong now, more assured, and Bucky’s heart nearly stopped. She shook her head, almost in disbelief as she walked a pace closer to him until she stood between his legs. “It was your hands I wanted to put me back together, your face I wanted to see when I closed my eyes at night, your voice in the back of my mind. It was you.”

“Y/n...” her name slipped past his lips like a prayer.

“All that and I still ran from you when you tried to help me,” she sighed, chewing on the dried skin on her lip, just next to the split. “I’ve just been so caught up in this lie for Brock all these years that the second you saw through it, I got scared, thought maybe you’d change your mind about me, think I’m weak or... or foolish for staying with him.”

“I don’t think those things,” Bucky interjected quickly and she smiled sweetly at him, the smile that he had fallen so easily for.  

“I know you don’t,” she said, her hand reaching up to brush over his hair and push it behind his ear to get a better view of his face. His skin tingled at the touch. “You reminded me what it was like to feel again, Bucky. I was so numb before I met you.”

Her lips pressed to the center of his forehead and Bucky exhaled a breath he hadn’t known he was holding.  

“I don’t know what happens now, but I want you in my life,” she confessed, nervous eyes meeting his and Bucky quickly reached up to the hand cupping the side of his face to hold it in his lap. He brought her knuckles to his lips, kissing them gently and pulling a smile from her he adored so much.  

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m here. I’m right here,” he affirmed and her smile widened. “We’ll have to get you a new doc, though. I can’t be treating you after this.”

“I can handle that,” she replied quickly, chewing on the inside of her cheek to suppress the smile tugging at her split lip though it didn’t do much use.  

“And your husband?” Bucky asked nervously, a wince pulling at the corners of his face in anticipation of losing her smile again, but it didn’t let up.  

“Let him rot,” she replied confidently. “I’ve got enough evidence against him to put him away for years. Always thought I’d find the courage one day to use it.”

Bucky couldn’t help the smile at that, the pride he felt warming his chest. He pulled her closer, pressing his lips to the crown of her hair as he enveloped her into his arms. She sighed against his neck, the warmth of her breath leaving goosebumps in their wake and Bucky sighed contently.  

There were so many unanswered questions, so many next steps, but Bucky couldn’t find the energy to care about a single one of them in this moment with Y/n pulled tight to his chest, the sweet smell of her shampoo flooding his senses. 

She nestled in tighter against him and he wondered if had fallen for the version of Y/n who had been numbed for so many years, how much more he could adore her when she was allowed to express every part of herself unimpeded.  

It didn’t matter there were so many unknowns. There was too much to look forward to.  

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vargas playlist

that i made cuz i literally cant not do a playlist of anything.

if you have spotify,here.

vargas by @zarla-s​

if you don’t have spotify,or you wanna just listen to specific songs/character’s:

edgar’s playlist:

Saint Bernard-Lincoln

Prom Queen-Catie Turner

TV Head-Elliot Lee

Chemistry-Crisaunt

Prom Queen-Beach Bunny

The Ascent of Stan-Ben Folds

Body-Mother Mother

Ain’t No Good-Mimi Wener

Carrying Cathy-Ben Folds

Mamma Mia-Austin Weber

Prom Dress-mxmtoon

I Just Called To Say I love you-Stevie Wonder

Michael in the Bathroom-George Salazar/Be More Chill

Starlight-Muse

Blue Light Yokohama-Yoshi Ikuso

Plastic Love-Mariya takeuchi

Stay With Me-Miki Matsubara

Morfina-Kiddie Gang

A Guy I’d Kinda Be Into-Stephanie Hsu/Be More Chill

Feelings-Haley Kiyoko

Share Your Adress-Ben Platt

Campanella-Kensi Yonezu

YMCA-Village People

Memento Mori-Crywank

Sorry Haha I Fell Asleep-Egg

Sweet Like-Precious

Sometimes-Mothnica

Mr Blue-The Fleetwoods

Got to Be Real-Cheryl Lynn

Play That Funky Music-Wild Cherry

The Bro Duet-George Salazar,Jason Gotay            

Ready Now-dodie

Hungover in the City of Dust-Autoheart

Ship in a Bottle-Steffan (fin) Argus

Lovetalk-Mothnica

Nobody-Mitski

Sex With a Ghost-Teddy Hyde

Teeth-5 Seconds of Summer

Has Anybody Seen My Will To Live?-The Tin Knees

Would You Be So Kind-dodie

Priorities-Maximus KQ

It’s you,It’s me,It’s us-Reinaeiry

Can you feel my heart-Bring Me The Horizon

Scriabin’s playlist:

Honey,No Estás-Bratty

Primadonna-Marina and the Diamonds

Bottles and Cans-McCafferty

Mind Games-Sickick

Monster-dodie

Long Time Friends-The Living Tombstone

My Time-bo en

BUENOS AIRES-Nathy Peluso

Boys Will Be Bugs-Cavetown

All Eyes On Me-Or3o

Hate Me-Besomorph

All Night Long-J-Mi & Midi-D

Two Time-Jack Stauber’s Micropop

Dream Sweet in Sea Major-Miracle Musical

Talk Too Much-COIN

Hopelessly Devoted To You-Glee Cast

Perdida-Biig Piig

Epoch-Savlonic

Unfortunate Soul-Kailee Morgue

Bruises-Transviolet

Break Your Heart Worse-Crimson Apple

NOW-Mothnica

Do Ya Think I’m Sexy-Rod Stewart

Crossfire-Mothnica

No one-Mothnica

Self-Destructive-Mothnica

Devil in Disguise-Elvis Presley

Weight of the World-Shayfer James

Fighter-Jack Stauber’s Micropop

Dead Girl Walking-Heathers

Kingdom Fall-Claire Wyndham

Give It To Me Baby-Rick James

Super Freak-Rick James

Burned-Grace VanderWaal

Not a Pop Song-Little Mix

Outta my Mind-Wax

Dreams Where Ur Murdered-X Lovers

A Little Messed Up-june

Honey Lavander-ieuan

Another-Tis Tis

DEATHWISH-poutyface

Curses-The Crane Wives

Come With Me-Chxrlotte

Inspiration-Unknown Brain,Aviella

Jenny-Studio Killers

Onion boy-Isaac Dunbar

Heavy Heart-Mothnica

UWU-Chevy

I knew you once-Hollie Allen

Achilles Heel-J.Maya

The Noose-A Perfect Circle

Mischellanious playlist:

Two birds-Regina Spektor(scriabin and edgar,johnny and edgar)

Pretty When You Cry-Vast(chapter 13:lies)

Running Up That Hill-Kate Bush(Scriabinxedgar)

Oh god-Mothnica(Scriabinxjake/edgarxjake)

Burnout-Mothnica(scraibin,edgar)

Everywhen-Massive Attack(chapter 7:experiment)

In Between-margø(scraibin,edgar)

Daisy-Ashnikko(Scriabin,jonhhy)

Wicked Game-Chris Isaak(johnnyxedgar,scraibinxedgar)

Rain of Brass Petals-Akira Yamaoka(chapter 14:truth)

Insanity-Oingo Boingo(chapter 27:Audience)

Freak-Sub Urban ft. REI AMI (Lock system arc)

Always Tired-Weathers(edgar,johnny)

Tú-Maye(ScraibinxEdgar)

Anything You Can Do-Laura Osnes,Jeremy Jordan(scraibin and edgar)

Hands Off-mothnica (johnny,scraibin)

Confidence-Oscar Scheller,Ashnikko(scraibin and edgar)

Issues-Julia Michaels(scraibinxedgar,jonnhyxedgar)

Hello?-Clairo(edgarxscraibin)

Asymptotic-Louie Zong(edgarxscraibin)

Bad Apple-RichaadEB,Cristina Vee(johnny,scraibin,edgar)

I hate u,I love u-gnash,Olivia O’Brien(scraibinxedgar)

Strawberry Blond-Mitski(scraibinxedgar,edgarxjohnny)

Journey’s End-Heroic(chapter 21:Delusion)

Tiny Alien-Katie Melua(squee)

Play Date-Melanie Martinez Male Cover(Scriabin and edgar)

Hero and Villain duet-Natalie Chavez/Backseat Vagabond(scriabin and edgar/edgarxjonhhy)

#edgar vargas #Scriabin #scriabin vargas #vargas #playlists #not drawing related #taking a little break of reblogging serious stuff #jthm #i may end up editing this post since i kinda wanna add more songs

[miyuhpapayuh]

I'm gonna make Rod (in soul) Joey badass, cause...

The material!!!

#Stevie you lucky bitch #miyuhpapayuh #stevie x rod #rod x stevie #joey badass #soulff

[trulymadlysydney]

Playlists For the Signs!

HELLO FRIENDS! @emotionally-imbruised have once again come together to dissect the zodiac signs because we are astrology hoes.  This time, we’ve come up with a little mini-playlist of ten songs each for each sign! This took us a little over a full day to do. We had several categories that helped us narrow it down to the songs we picked, and we hope you enjoy our choices! BYEEEE!

ARIES

Songs Written by an Aries Artist:  Como La Flor- Selena Despacito- Luis Fonsi and Justin Bieber

Songs That Could be Written ABOUT an Aries from someone else’s POV: She’s A Genius- Jet  Livin On A Prayer - Bon Jovi

Songs That  Could Be Written FROM an Aries’ POV: Bad Guy- Billie Eilish  Pursuit of Happiness - Kid Cudi

Our Token Aries Friend’s Favorite Songs of All Time: More Than A Feeling- Boston Everglow- Coldplay

Songs That Mention Being An Aries:  Mad at Me- Kiana Ledé Big Me - Foo Fighters

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TAURUS

Songs Written by a Taurus Artist: Fuck You- Lily Allen Hello- Adele 

Songs That could be Written ABOUT a Taurus from someone else’s POV: There She Goes- Leon Bridges Eenie Meenie- Sean Kingston and Justin Bieber  

Songs That Could Be Written FROM a Taurus  POV: Jealous- Nick Jonas All Too Well- Taylor Swift 

Our Token Taurus Friend’s Favorite Songs of All Time: Young And Beautiful- Elvis Presley One- Lewis Capaldi

Songs That Mention Being A Taurus: Do Or Die- Grace Jones Taurus- Olivia Knight 

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GEMINI 

Songs Written by a Gemini Artist: California Love- 2Pac Edge of Seventeen- Stevie Nicks

Songs That could be Written ABOUT a Gemini from someone else’s POV: 7 Things- Miley Cyrus Blinding Lights- The Weeknd

Songs That Could Be Written FROM a Gemini  POV: Are You Satisfied?- Marina and the Diamonds Singles You Up- Jordan Davis

Our Token Gemini Friend’s Favorite Songs of All Time: Almost (Sweet Music)- Hozier Forever Young- Rod Stewart 

Songs That Mention Being A Gemini: Gemini- Tyla Yaweh Him & I- G-Eazy and Halsey

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CANCER 

Songs Written by a Cancer Artist: Bad Liar- Selena Gomez No Tears Left to Cry- Ariana Grande Songs That could be Written ABOUT a Cancer from someone else’s POV: Like Gold- Vance Joy A Thousand Bad Times- Post Malone

Songs That Could Be Written FROM a Cancer  POV: Hair- Lady Gaga Guillotine- Jon Bellion

Our Token Cancer Friend’s Favorite Songs of All Time: Treat People With Kindness- Harry Styles Sunflower vol. 6- Harry Styles

Songs That Mention Being A Cancer: Jupiter Rising- Emmylou Harris Heart-Shaped Box- Nirvana

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LEO

Songs Written by a Leo Artist: Boys- Charli XCX There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back- Shawn Mendes

Songs That could be Written ABOUT a Leo from someone else’s POV: Miracle Aligner- The Last Shadow Puppets Don’t Start Now- Dua Lipa

Songs That Could Be Written FROM a Leo POV: I Like It- Cardi B Loyal- PARTYNEXTDOOR and Drake and Bad Bunny

Our Token Leo Friend’s Favorite Songs of All Time: Gravity- John Mayer  Headlines- Drake

Songs That Mention Being A Leo: Young Leo- Marlon Orlando Guilt Trip- Kanye West

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VIRGO 

Songs Written by a Virgo Artist: Back to Black- Amy Winehouse  Man! I Feel Like a Woman- Shania Twain

Songs That could be Written ABOUT a Virgo from someone else’s POV: Rhiannon- Fleetwood Mac Bobcaygeon- The Tragically Hip

Songs That Could Be Written FROM a Virgo POV: Walking in the Wind- One Direction Basement- Russ and Jessie Reyez

Our Token Virgo Friend’s Favorite Songs of All Time: Read My Mind- The Killers Everybody Wants To Rule The World- Tears for Fears

Songs That Mention Being A Virgo: Virgo Tendencies- Keke Palmer  Gift From a Virgo- Beyonce

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LIBRA 

Songs Written by a Libra Artist: Bubblegum Bitch- Marina and the Diamonds Slow Dancing in a Burning Room- John Mayer

Songs That could be Written ABOUT a Libra from someone else’s POV: Gold Dust Woman- Fleetwood Mac Gummy- Loud Luxury

Songs That Could Be Written FROM a Libra POV: Glory Box- Portishead  Panini- Lil Nas X

Our Token Libra Friend’s Favorite Songs of All Time: Fly Like an Eagle- Steve Miller Band Leaving on a Jet Plane- The Macarons Project

Songs That Mention Being A Libra: More-Alison Moyet She Will- Lil Wayne

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SCORPIO 

Songs Written by a Scorpio Artist: Habits- Tove Lo Ivy- Frank Ocean

Songs That could be Written ABOUT a Scorpio from someone else’s POV: Heartbeat- Childish Gambino Unforgettable- French Montana

Songs That Could Be Written FROM a Scorpio POV: Liability- Lorde God’s Plan- Drake

Our Token Scorpio Friend’s Favorite Songs of All Time: In My Life- The Beatles Hide- JUICEWRLD

Songs That Mention Being A Scorpio: Momma’s Little Jewel- Mott the Hoople Maryland, Massachusetts- Nelly

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SAGITTARIUS 

Songs Written by a Sagittarius Artist: Toxic- Brittney Spears  Shake It Off- Taylor Swift

Songs That could be Written ABOUT a Sagittarius from someone else’s POV: All on My Mind (acoustic)- Anderson East Keep You Mine (acoustic)- Shy Martin, NOTD

Songs That Could Be Written FROM a Sagittarius POV: Kissing Strangers- DNCE No Time To Die- Billie Eilish

Our Token Sagittarius Friend’s Favorite Songs of All Time: Sign of the Times- Harry Styles The Hell Song- Sum 41

Songs That Mention Being A Sagittarius: Like I Do- Christina Aguilera  Barbie Tingz- Nicki Minaj

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CAPRICORN

Songs Written by a Capricorn Artist: 9 to 5- Dolly Parton Margaritaville- Jimmy Buffett

Songs That could be Written ABOUT a Capricorn from someone else’s POV: Apologize- OneRepublic Super Far- LANY

Songs That Could Be Written FROM a Capricorn POV: Sucker- Jonas Brothers I’m The One- Dj Khaled

Our Token Capricorn Friend’s Favorite Songs of All Time: Canyon Moon- Harry Styles Helplessly Hoping- Crosby, Stills and Nash

Songs That Mention Being A Capricorn: Black Capricorn Day- Jamiroquai Capricorn- Elderbrook

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AQUARIUS 

Songs Written by an Aquarius Artist: Fine Line- Harry Styles  In The Air Tonight- Phil Collins

Songs That could be Written ABOUT an Aquarius from someone else’s POV: Never Get You Right- Brandon Flowers Patience- Shawn Mendes

Songs That Could Be Written FROM an Aquarius POV: Starboy- The Weeknd Riptide- Vance Joy

Our Token Aquarius Friend’s Favorite Songs of All Time: Into The Mystic- Van Morrison Suspicious Minds- Elvis

Songs That Mention Being an Aquarius: Age of Aquarius- The Fifth Dimension Aquarius- Tinashe

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PISCES

Songs Written by a Pisces Artist: Boyfriend- Justin Bieber  Smells Like Teen Spirit- Nirvana

Songs That could be Written ABOUT a Pisces from someone else’s POV: Put It To Bed- James Abrahart Fade- Lewis Capaldi

Songs That Could Be Written FROM a Pisces POV: Here- Alessia Cara Synesthesia - Andrew McMahon and the Wilderness

Our Token Pisces Friend’s Favorite Songs of All Time: A Case of You- Joni Mitchell Stay- Post Malone

Songs That Mention Being A Pisces: Funky Pretty- The Beach Boys Pisces Fish- George Harrison

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#astrology #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces

[wqbytop150]

WQBY

Top 100 for the week ending February 26,2023

Back To You---Lost Frequencies, Elley Duhe, X Ambassadors

Lovesick----Alan Walker, Sophie Simmons

Unholy---Sam Smith, Kim Petras

***Heaven---Niall Horan

Reborn----SIDEPIECE, *Kyle Walker remix

Dancing's Done---Ave Max

Money On The Dash---Elley Duhe, Whetham

Red Lights----Lane 8, Emmit Fenn, *EMBRZ remix

Never Gonna Not Dance Again----Pink, *Sam Feldt remix

Lay Low----Tiesto

When I Talk---Kx5 f/ Elderbrook

You Know What I Need---PNAU, Troye Sivan

Sparks----MEDUZA, DEL-30, Mali-Koa

I Can't Wait----Tiesto, Solardo, Poppy Baskcomb

Lennon---ESSEL

Flowers---Miley Cyrus

I'm Good (Blue)----David Guetta, Bebe Rexha

10:35---Tiesto, Tate McRae

Freeze---Kygo

Out Of My Mind----Little Image

Left & Right---Ownboss, FAST BOY

Afterparty---Loud Luxury, Hook N Sling

Shut Up----Alan Walker, UPSAHL

Drifting Away---Audien, Joe Jury

Save Some Room---Shallou

I'm Not Dead Yet----Mike Posner

Rely On Me---Sigala, Gabry Pointe, Alex Gaudino

No Love For You---Regard, Drop G

Gimme That Bounce---Mau P

Forget You----FAST BOY, Topic

New Gold--Gorillaz, Tame Impala, Bootie Brown, *Dom Dolla remix

Solitude----Snakechips, BIA, Lucky Daye

Good Life---Hayden James, Emie

Tra Tra----HUGEL, BLOND:ISH, Nfasis

What A Life---John Summit, Guz, Stevie Appleton

Serotonin Moonbeams---The Blessed Madonna

How Many Tears---Kygo, Sam Felt f/ Emily Warren

High----Neil Francis, Paw Paw Rod

Show Me----John Summit, Hannah Boleyn

Wings ( I Won't Let You Down)----Armen Van Helden, Karen Harding

It's Quiet Now---Honey Dijon, Dope Earth Alien

Different Kind Of Lonely---Camp Kubrick, Don Diablo

Creppin'----Metro Blooomin, The Weeknd, 21 Savage

Bel Mercy---Jengi

Sete---BLOND:ISH, Francis Mercier, Amadou & Mariam

Anything But Wet---I. O. Lights

Chasing Shadows---Alex Warren

Koo Koo Fun----Major Lazer, Major League Djz, Tiwa Savage, DJ Maphorisa, Diplo

Blood Upon The Snow---Hozier, Bear McCreary

Heartbeat----James Arthur

Feel Alive---TELYKAST, Sky Blu

Body Breathe---LP Giobbi, Monogem

Infinity----Dubdogs, Bhaskar

***Sing Your Lullaby---R3HAB, Mike Willams

Kill Me---Alok

Pouring Rain---Guz, Camden Cox

Need Me Right---Anabel Englund

Where Do We Go From Here---Garth Emery

Be Right There---Diplo, Sleepy Tom, *HUGEL remix

Chasing Cars---Sofi Tukker

Anyway----CASH CASH W/ Ruth Anne

Pearls---Jessie Ware

Stay Above---Lukas Graham

Nervous----Joan

Whistle----Jax Jones, Calum Scott

The One----INJI

Pegasus----MEDUZA, Eli & Fur

If I Live Forever---Vintage Culture, Izzy Bizu

Something's Coming----Cheat Codes, Lady A

How To Drive---Alexander 23

Heartbreak Feels So Good----Fall Out Boy

Nervous System---JOSEPH

Ghost Again---Depeche Mode

Here----Tom Grennan

Sleepwalking----Matt Sassari, Goodboys

Hurt That You Gave Me---Cheat Codes, Brett Young

Shockwave---R3HAB, Afrojack

Just The Kinda Feeling---Yotto, Lost Boy

Borderline---Tove Lo

Firewalk---Margan Page, Lissie

Can't Tame Her---Zara Larson

If We Ever Broke Up---Mae Stephens -96

High Heels - Party Down Under---Flo Rida, Walker Hayes, Sam Feldt

Tornado---Hi-Lo, Oliver Heldens

Don't Make Me Have To Come Down There---Dolly Parton

Gimme Back My Soul---Medium Build

Running Up That Hill---Betty Who

Merchants---Sans Soucis

Who We Love---Sam Smith, Ed Sheeran

Break Up With That Guy---Virginia To Vegas

You Only Love Me---Rita Ora

Can I Get It Back---Jordana Bryant,*R3HAB remix

***Heart Want's What It Wants----Bebe Rexha

On My Mind---EDX

Loop---Martin Garrix, Dallas K, Sasha Alex Sloan

Drugs From Amsterdam---Mau P

Weekend On A Tuesday---R3HAB, Laidback Luke

Makin Time---Sultin + Shephard

Can't Change For You----Bankrol Hayden, Charlieonnafriday, Arden Jones

All Falls Down---Alonestar, Jethro Sheeran, Ed Sheeran

Gone are;

What's It Gonna Take---Cheat Codes, Michael Tenpenny Hooked (Hot Stuff)----RIKA, Galantis I'll Be Around----Elderbrook, Amtrac Let Em Go----Matt Hansen

[hlupdate]

The 26-year-old pop star, who fixes an adoring gaze on Stevie Nicks whenever in her presence and flashes those pearly whites as he shimmies alongside Lizzo, is also an exceedingly polite flirt.

After expressing my appreciation of the rather grand music video for his latest single Falling, which had dropped a couple of hours before our chat, Styles thanks me “very much” and then returns the compliment.

“You have a fantastic phone voice … it’s beautiful,” he says.

All the best male pop stars across the ages – from Elvis to Prince, George Michael to Robbie Williams – have wooed female fans with songs of seduction balanced with heartfelt ballads exposing their vulnerability.

Styles learned the power, and the art, of pushing those buttons serving his pop apprenticeship with boy band One Direction, striking superstardom with the debut single What Makes You Beautiful through 16 other hits until they released their unofficial goodbye with the heartache-tinged History.

He kept that pop yin yang going on his 2017 self-titled debut solo album which featured the overtly sexual innuendo of Kiwi and the lament of a relationship in decline that was Two Ghosts.

Fine Line, his second record released in December to critical acclaim and chart domination, continued his exploration of the sex and sadness tropes and was hailed as a more confident pop album than his first.

Styles agrees, saying he wasn’t so much trying to find something new to say about something old but felt more comfortable in his songwriting skin.

“I wanted it to be free … having those kind of goals usually push towards making something exciting. At least exciting to me,” he says.

“When you make a new album and people say it doesn’t sound like the last one it’s yeah, it wasn’t supposed to sound like the last one. I think the goal on this one was to have no goal and just to see what would come out in the end.”

The videos for Fine Line’s singles also reflect the confidence Styles has developed in the decade since One Direction was formed via UK’s X Factor in 2010.

The sexually-charged Lights Up video featured a topless and sweaty Styles cavorting with likeminded party people while the aching piano ballad of Falling finds him drowning in a flood of “tears” from his instrument. The clip for another single Adore You is also water-logged.

Styles runs with it when I joke about the videos forcing him to face a fear of water.

“I do tend to end up somewhat damp in any video or shoot I’ve been doing in recent times. Maybe one day soon I’ll do something dry but for now, I guess not,” he says.

There is no doubt after five years in the One Direction camp where perhaps the five young men – Styles, Niall Horan, Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson and Zayn Malik – didn’t have as much freedom as perhaps they would have liked, that Styles in coming into his own as an artist with Fine Line.

It was made with a closeknit group of creative friends including British artist and producer Kid Harpoon, American studio guru Tyler Johnson and one of his best mates Mitch Rowland.

He describes the making of the record – and everything that has followed from the artwork to the videos and now the world tour – as being “free” and “joyful”.

“Obviously I love the first album. I think when I listen to it now I feel like I was a little bit scared of getting it wrong … and played it safe in a lot of places,” he says.

“And I think with this one, it sounds so much more free and the making of it was more joyous and that’s been from the music to the videos, the album cover and all the artwork and stuff.

“That I guess has been the best part for me, that I’ve probably just been having more fun and having that freedom. And obviously standing behind the music you are putting it out makes it more enjoyable.”

Styles has also learned valuable lessons about what he doesn’t want after his One Direction experiences. He’s adept at evading paparazzi or hysterical fans who don’t respect boundaries, as evidenced by his recent brush with muggers while walking home one night in London.

No one caught that on cameras – and the opportunistic thieves who stopped him with an offer of weed before demanding his phone and cash clearly didn’t recognise the pop star in the hoodie as they threatened him with a knife. He managed to break away from the group and make it home safely.

Watching the Taylor Swift and Justin Bieber documentaries and witnessing the cyber bullying of successful artists including Australia’s chartslayer Tones and I provokes the question whether being a pop star in the digital age is now as much about navigating trauma as it is creative expression.

Styles credits the tightknit group of friends, family and co-workers for his mental health.

“A lot of the times when people have a song that blows up, it’s quite instant and I don’t know really what there is that can prepare you for that. But obviously there’s so many positive things about it. For the most part the pros outweighs the cons but for some people, they don’t,” he says.

“I think for me, I feel really lucky because I feel like an important part of it all is just having good people around you and I’m very lucky to have a great friend group and people I work with and my family really support me. That makes it a lot easier.

“It’s always been really important for me to separate my personal life from my working life and I think that helps me compartmentalise things to make it easier.

“But yeah, it can be difficult for some people … it’s just one of those things where it’s not really a normal thing and it can be quite strange. But it is also great.”

Styles will head back to Australia for his third solo run of shows with the Love On Tour in November.

With two albums – generating more than 3.6 billion streams – now to his solo credit, he’s loving the challenge of creating the perfect setlist, one that satisfies both the artist and his adoring fans.

On his first world tour, he covered Ariana Grande and Fleetwood Mac – and One Direction – and with his recent bust-outs of Lizzo’s Juice, may consider weaving that awesome track into the repertoire.

“Maybe, maybe … I’m sure it will make an appearance at some point. Maybe Watermelon Sugar Juice?” Styles says, before signing off with wishes to take care and telling me to “get yourself a radio show.”

Tickets for the Love On Tour concerts go on sale from 2pm on March 20.

Harry Styles plays Qudos Bank Arena on November 20, Brisbane Entertainment Centre on November 26, Rod Laver Arena, Melbourne on November 28 and RAC Arena, Perth on December 2.

#harry styles #articles #daily telegraph australia #140320

[heli0s-writes]

Pet Names

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes Summary: The boys wonder why you don’t have any pet names for them. A/N: 2 of ?? Snapshots between you, Steve, and Bucky. In the same canon as Mystery of Love– check it out first :) 

They have so many for you: Angel, darling, sweetheart, kitten, honey. All tender and easily passing over their lips any chance they get. Some were more creative: doll-baby, honeybunny, pumpkin, cherub. Some of them would stoke fires in your cheeks just at the sound of their silly syllables rolling off your lovers’ tongues.

Once during a quiet dinner at the compound, Bucky asked, “Can you hand me the salt, peach?” And you had taken a moment to wonder what kind of entrée a salt-peach even was before realizing he paused in between the two sounds.

You were the peach. He wanted the salt.

“How come you don’t have any pet names for us?” Bucky ventures now, as you lie you head in Steve’s lap. The three of you are lounging about and ready for bed, nestled in the excessively large mattress in Steve’s room. Well, it’s the shared room for all three of you, you suppose, even if it formerly belonged to only Steve. You call the other room Bucky’s room, but that’s not quite accurate either. It’s been transformed into something resembling more like an office. You spend most of your time there on your computer while Steve reads or draws Bucky as he watches T.V.

“For you?” You murmur as Steve twirls a strand of your hair over his pointer.

“Yeah, honey. I’ve wondered that, too.”

Bucky flips on his stomach and army-crawls until he’s comfortably nestled against the side of your body, hand reaching under your shirt. He gives you a kiss on the cheek and props his head up on his other palm. The metal one is harmless, resting on your sternum with a tap with his finger here and there, but not devilish like it can be.

You have a reason, and it’s a pretty good one. But the look in their eyes seem a little hurt that you have no affectionate titles to call them. “Can I tell you tomorrow?” you ask, stifling a yawn being your hand. “It’s so late.”

“C’mon babe.” Bucky whines, but Steve nudges him with a pitched-up knee and he relents, rolling his eyes and his body away. You hide a smile as you sit up and head toward the restroom, pulling your toothbrush from the seashell print container.

“Honey?” You call from the counter casually, “We’re out of toothpaste- mind getting me some?”

Two pairs of feet patter forward in a hurry before both broad-shouldered men knock into each other at the doorway, eager to respond. “Woah, Buck!” Steve is alarmed as Bucky nudges past him.

“Got it!” Bucky grins widely, supplying you with the tube he’s pulled from the high cabinet. There’s pure delight in his eyes when you take it from him, even as Steve fixes his narrowed gaze on the back of Bucky’s head and then slowly to your nonchalant humming in the mirror. What are you up to? He’s asking. But you pretend like you don’t see him.

After washing your face, you lie down in the middle tonight and kiss them both on the cheek before pulling the cover up until its edge reaches your chin. It’s dark now, with the white-noise machine droning on in the background—a steady current of buzzing.

“You were talkin’ to me, weren’t ya?” Bucky asks.

“Mhm,” You say. “Goodnight, handsome.”

“Goodnight.” They both reply.

“She was talkin’ to me.” Bucky grumbles.

“No, she wasn’t.” Steve spits back.

It’s like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, you swear. In the middle, your shoulders tremor with laughter and Steve tugs the nightstand lamp back to life. “Huh, I see now.” He accuses with a playful smile, turning so that he hovers over you. You press your face into Bucky’s arm and cling onto him like a lifesaver. “I see what you’re doing, you little minx.”

“What’m I doin?” Your voice comes out muffled by Bucky’s skin, who now stirs too.

“Oh.” Bucky catches onto Steve’s train of thought. They’ve both discovered your plot too early. You had hoped to enjoy at least a few more morning hours with this kind of play. “You’re mean.”

Steve presses his nose into your neck, breathing in the scent of your lightly perfumed face wash and the sweat that threatens to accumulate from his scrutiny. His large hand comes and wraps around your elbow, prying you loose. Bucky is there immediately, other hand pressing you down until you’re on your back, sinister glint in his eyes. “You know what, babydoll?” He asks—even though the question isn’t a question at all.

“Maybe we’ll play a game with you,” he mutters, pinning your left wrist to the pillow. Steve does the same to your right one, and a scream is about to wrench itself from your throat because you can’t stand to be tickled. Steve watches Buck eagerly, a smirk tugging up his cheek.

Bucky licks a stripe from your neck to your ear and you squeal at the sensation. There’s just being tickled, and then there’s the dread and panic of being tickled that somehow tricks your brain into feeling it even before it happens. Your toes curl so hard the entire arch of both your feet cramp.

“Stevie, think of somethin’ you’d like to be called by.” Bucky suggests, “As for me, kitten... How about...” You see him plotting. You see him digging down into the filthiest pit of his brain and yanking out something so utterly mortifying that you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Big boy.”

You peek up at him and your feet relax. That’s not so bad. It’s kind of cute. But then he says it again, with a slow, meaningful inflection. Big boy.

You frown. “No way.”

“You wanna get tickled, honey?” Steve asks.

“Steve!”

“Not Steve,” He replies flippantly, “Let’s start with sir.”

You sputter, “What is this? A FetLife meetup?”

They raise their eyebrows and you shake your head, better to not introduce them to that, you think. “Fine.”

“Fine, what?” Steve asks.

And then, for the first time in a long time, you suddenly regret choosing to sleep in the middle because your men are holding your wrists down and pressing their bodies against you. Steve buries his mouth into your neck, bites on the lobe of your ear. Bucky rubs the hardening length of his cock against your thigh, hooking his leg over both of yours and grinding painfully slow.

Your mouth grazes Bucky’s in a tremulous kiss, gasping when he bites on your bottom lip—just enough to shock. His tongue flicks out to lick yours, then trails up to catch your top lip before he descends again, starting the process over—never staying still enough for your lips to actually meet.

Steve lovingly pulls your hair from your neck, away from your collar and kisses your nape, murmuring into your skin. The vibrations travel all over your body, blooming goosebumps down your arms and back. “Bucky!” You whine.

“Whossat?” Another sloppy half-kiss rubs against your tongue.

“Ugh!” You rasp when Steve’s hand finds its way between your legs and yanks against your underwear, pulling the crotch of your panties tight into a knot. He tugs and tugs, and it rubs against your clit. “Oh God! I can’t believe---”

“Mhm.” They goad you on, Bucky’s hand joins Steve, one pulling the fabric forward, the other backward. Your poor little panties are going to--

The shrieking of fibers ripping apart make both of them pause. “Oops. Sorry baby.”

You shriek for real, this time, swatting their hands away. “These were my favorite!”

“Well, you made us do it.” Bucky replies.

“Oh, this is some gaslighting horseshit!” You are beyond impatient, temper flared on by the simple fact that they tore your favorite pair of underwear— but really, honestly, more because they are such jerks when they merge on the same mission to drive you crazy. And because Bucky wants you to call him Big Boy.

“You talkin’ to me, sweetheart?” Steve asks.

“Or me, sweetheart?” Bucky asks, unreasonably annoying. “Maybe…” He pretends to ponder, tapping his pointer against his lip slick with your saliva before his eyes fall upon your face. “I know. No more pet names for you, if there aren’t any for us…”

Before your top explodes and you might break your hands punching them both in the face at the same time, your phone trills out a familiar tri-tone ring, looping again and again. Thor’s face flashes on the screen. Bucky and Steve send each other a look as well as you when you pick it up and inspect it. It’s nearly midnight; none of you know why Thor is calling.

“Hello?” You venture. He doesn’t respond, only greeting you with rustling and muffled speech. So, you try again.

“Hello? Thor?”

Then, his resonant voice claps on the other line like a thundercloud-- clear as a crystal blue day. “Ah! I didn’t mean to bother you!” He laughs, “Must be quite late where you are, isn’t it?”

“Uh… where are you?” You ask in return. “I’m about ready for bed.”

“I suppose I’ve done what they categorize as a booty call.”

“No! No, Thor!” You stammer when Bucky sits up and rounds in on you with a glower, emphatically mouthing the word booty call.

“Not a booty call. A butt-dial. Not a booty call!” You hold your hand up to repel Bucky and repeat it again for good measure. The Asgardian god on the other end only laughs. A deep, bellowing echo from his chest, as he always sounds.

“Ah-ha. You’re absolutely right. Well, I best let you get to bed, before your lovers come for me.”

You giggle. “Good idea. Have fun wherever you are!”

“Goodnight, dear.”

“G’night, Your Highness.” The title makes him chuckle softly before he hangs up. And you do too, tucking the phone back under your pillow and sighing softly. “Just a butt-dial.” You smile, reassuring the two flanking you with their severe blue eyes.

“Dear?” Steve asks.

“Your Highness?” Bucky adds.

You throw your head back onto the pillow. Christ, not this. Anything but this. It’s fine and dandy when they tease and harass you in good humor. But when it becomes something soured with jealousy—they’re the worst. They become two gods, ram-rod straight monoliths, smoldering with vengeance.

You close your eyes and accept your fate, body already shuddering with anticipated fear.

“Oh no…” Bucky warns.

“Oh, fuck no.” Steve hisses.

The second shriek they pull from you when all twenty fingers descend on your sides echoes throughout the compound.

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Richard Dale "Richie" Kotzen, Jr. (born February 3, 1970) is an American guitarist, singer, songwriter and producer. Kotzen has a prolific solo career, with a back catalogue of more than twenty album releases, was a member of the glam-hard rock band Poison from 1991-1993, Mr. Big from 1999-2002, and since 2012 has been the frontman of the band The Winery Dogs. Kotzen was signed to California-based Shrapnel Records from 1988 until 1991. Biography Richie Kotzen began playing piano at the age of five. At the age of seven, he was inspired to learn the electric guitar by the band Kiss. He started his career in a band named Arthur's Museum. Kotzen was eventually discovered by Shrapnel Records' Mike Varney, and he recorded his first solo album by the age of 19, the first of two instrumental records, simply entitled Richie Kotzen. He created the video Rock Chops for REH video in 1989, highlighting many of his formative techniques, including using wide-intervals and fluid sweeping. One year later, a second solo album called Fever Dream was released, which was the first one to also feature his lead vocals. Since then, Kotzen has released a long series of more than twenty albums with musical influences ranging from Rock, Hard Rock, Pop, Blues, Blue-eyed-soul, R&B and Funk to Jazz Fusion. In 1991, at age 21, Kotzen joined glam-hard rock band Poison, co-writing and performing on the album Native Tongue. This album produced two top-twenty singles which Kotzen co-wrote, "Stand" and "Until You Suffer Some (Fire and Ice)". Kotzen then focused on his solo career, regularly releasing song oriented, r&b/soul & funk influenced melodic rock albums such as Mother Head's Family Reunion, Wave Of Emotion, Something To Say, Break It All Down and What Is. He also made guest appearances on several albums by artists like Glenn Hughes, Stevie Salas, T.M. Stevens and others. In 1995 and 1997 he collaborated with Greg Howe on two Jazz Rock Fusion albums. In 1999, Kotzen replaced Paul Gilbert as guitarist in the mainstream hard rock band Mr. Big, performing on their album Get Over It. He also contributed guitars to their subsequent release Actual Size. The record included the Kotzen song Shine, which debuted at number one on Japanese radio charts. In 2001, while still in Mr. Big, Kotzen recorded and release another solo album called Slow, which contains a mix of some crunchy funky and bluesy rock tunes and softer R&B/Pop songs like "I Don't Wanna Lie", for which a music video was filmed. On some of the songs on Slow Kotzen experimented with the use of a drum computer, while on others he played drums. After Mr. Big disbanded, Kotzen continued his solo career. He released his next solo album Change, in 2003. The title track, a soft ballad, and the song Get a Life, a rock song in the style of Mr.Big, were featured in TV commercials throughout Japan. In 2002, Kotzen bought a commercial building in Los Angeles and established a recording studio and production company. He has since produced his own acclaimed solo albums and collaborated with various figures in rock (e.g. Gene Simmons), jazz and fusion, including jazz legend Stanley Clarke, with whom he realized the project Vertú. The 2004 follow-up-album to Change, Get Up featured a more edgy, aggressive rock sound. It was more hard rock oriented than any of his previous solo outputs since Fever Dream and contains the ballad "Remember", which became a minor hit. In 2005, Kotzen teamed up with three Japanese punk rockers to form the short-lived Forty Deuce-Project, which only lasted long enough to record and release one album. Later in the same year, Kotzen collaborated with Funk Rock Fusion guitarist Steve Saluto on his album Rough Beat, where he contributed 50% of the vocals and co-wrote some of the songs. The album was first released on December 31, 2005, and got re-issued in 2009 under the name Resurrection, coming with five additional tracks. In 2006, Kotzen was the opening act for The Rolling Stones in Japan on their Bigger Bang tour. During the year 2006, Kotzen produced and released two solo studio albums, first Ai Senshi Z×R, an album on which he played several English sung rock covers of theme songs from the Japanese Gundam anime franchise, and only nine months later Into The Black, containing ten self-penned rock songs. The latter starts with the angry song "You Can't Save Me", in which he uses the F-word extensively, what eventually turned it into a fan favorite. In 2007 Go Faster was released, which alternatively was named Return Of The Mother Head's Family Reunion in Europe and Japan. On the album, Kotzen showcases a firework of edgy, driving, yet melodic funk influenced blues rock songs with strong hooks and passionate guitar playing. It includes the eight-minute-song "Fooled Again", which became a live favorite on the following tours, and the soft pop ballad "Chase It" with its significant mandolin riff, for which a music video clip was filmed in Venice. In 2008, Kotzen's first live album, simply entitled Live in São Paulo was released, followed by the acclaimed Peace Sign album in 2009, for which Kotzen played and recorded all instruments himself. In 2009, Kotzen also teamed up with songwriter/producer Richie Zito for a short-lived project they called Wilson Hawk. Wilson Hawk produced one album called The Road, on which they celebrate some R&B & soul influenced pop music in the style of the late 60s and 70s and many soulful pop ballads. After the "Peace Sign" world tour, Kotzen released one single in 2010 (the Rod Stewart reminiscent Angry Boy). In 2011, Kotzen released a full-length Solo album titled 24 Hours, which features ten catchy, fresh 70s funk & r&b influenced melodic rock songs with strong hooks and vibes, garnished with a lot of fiddling around. The release was followed by another tour. In 2012, he joined forces with Mike Portnoy and Billy Sheehan to form the rock supergroup The Winery Dogs who released their self-titled debut album on May 15, 2013 in Japan, with a worldwide release on July 23 of the same year. A world tour followed. After that, Kotzen went on an acoustic solo tour and started working on his 20th solo effort, which became the Cannibals album, that was released on January, 5th, 2015. Cannibals features a more relaxed, and often r&b influenced rock/pop sound. Kotzen's girlfriend, bassist/vocalist Julia Lage, added some background vocals and also appears in the music video for the song "In An Instant". On the song "I'm All In" Kotzen shares the vocals with Doug Pinnick of King's X and Kotzen's daughter August Eve is featured on the ballad "You", playing the piano. For "You" also a music video was recorded. Only nine months later, on October 2, 2015, The Winery Dogs released their second album Hot Streak, followed by another world tour. By the end of 2016, The Winery Dogs went on hiatus and Kotzen focused on his next solo record Salting Earth, which came out on April 14, 2017. From August until late September Kotzen completed a European tour. On January 25, 2018, Kotzen released a video for his new single called The Damned via youtube, which was filmed at Paramount Ranch in Agoura, California by director Vicente Cordero. On June, 5, 2018, a second video single called Riot was released via YouTube, which was again directed by Vicente Cordero. On December, 11, 2018, Kotzen announces a Winery Dogs Tour through the US for May, 2019, via his official Facebook page. Guitar playing style Kotzen has described his style as a mix of rock, blues, heavy metal, jazz, fusion, and soul music. Kotzen utilizes a heavy amount of legato and sweeping in his playing. As his main influences, he lists Jimi Hendrix, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Eddie Van Halen, Jason Becker (who produced his first album), Allan Holdsworth, and many other jazz and fusion players. Kotzen, since around 2007, has opted to stop using guitar picks and been playing exclusively with his fingers ever since.