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And and and silverfox!Bucky bring silverfox!Steve (or somebody else) on the next night out with his girl's friends. And Reader arrives later after a bad date but it's okay because Bucky's friend is ready to change her world!! 😍😍😍

Just an idea, because you already have so much amazing stories. 🥰🥰🥰

Wine and art night! Don’t forget! — sweet girl

The text laid heavily on your mind even after you had slipped the phone back into your bag and hitched the strap over your shoulder. After the last girls night that Bucky had crashed, your friend and his girlfriend had ecstatically called you in hopes that you’d be interested in meeting his friend.

His best friend since childhood. His best friend who, like Bucky, was a breathtaking Silverfox. Steve Rogers was his name, and like Bucky, he had silver streaks and the benefit of being an older man with charm and charisma.

He was a man, like Bucky, who could have made you weak. And Bucky’s girlfriend, sweet girl as he stated, had the idea that you two would be perfect for each other.

“I’m meeting a friend, actually a group of friends-“ your ticket stub has been ripped off and you were granted access to the wine and art show that another of your friends had decided upon for girls night.

Next girls night was supposed to your choice, if you could make it through tonight.

“His name is Steve, he’s such a sweet guy and I really think you’re going to hit it off.” You recalled her telling you all about this guy, this Silverfox man who was eager to meet you in exchange.

The leagues of bad dates and awkward moments between the boys you had usually seen were getting old and tiring. The string of dates had in turn made you hesitant to go out at all, even with the promise that there were men out there for you.

“Keep calm,” you mumbled to yourself, “if you can corral a bunch of five and six year olds, you can handle this.”

You hesitated to approach your group of friends to give yourself a moment to breathe and gather yourself. You had hung out on the edge of the area and tapped your nails against the body of your bag, while studying the girls and two men.

You knew Bucky right away, you could see him standing near sweet girl being so enveloped in her. His hands were on her, his lips trailed and traced her earlobe while she laughed softly.

And then you saw Steve Rogers, the man sweet girl promised you would be good for. The man who was best friends with Bucky Barnes from childhood, was standing less than ten feet from you.

He looked gorgeous, even from a side view. The soft strands had been slicked back in an effortless coif that drew your attention to his strong jaw and the slope of his nose. You had studied him from where you stood, fixated on the strands of silver that had been woven throughout his beard and his hair, stirred desire and want that you didn’t even realize you’d had.

He was tall and broad, clearly able to overshadow you with his height and his size. You could make out the definition of his thick biceps through the dark green dress shirt he wore that had been tucked into his dress pants. The narrowing of his waist was emphasized by the black belt he had wove through the belt loops of his pants.

He looked suave and put together, immaculately breathtaking as any man could have been. And you were rightfully stunned.

It had only been after a waiter had come to offer you a glass of wine that you had moved. You’d taken the wine glass offered to you and sipped on the sweet white while making your way toward your group ready to introduce yourself.

You were a foot away from them, within touching distance of the group when he had turned and cast his eyes upon you. And as his gaze settled upon you, his blue-green eyes had left you feeling stunned and breathless.

“Y/N,” his husky voice delivered a series of pleasant shivers down your spine, and the way he stepped away from the group to stand before you heightened your heart rate, “its nice to meet you.”

“You’re so tall.” Your thoughts became vocalized, and you blinked slowly when you looked up at him, both mesmerized by his gaze and stunned by his height.

“Tallest boy in all my classes.” His hand settled on your waist and you wondered what he was doing, when you got your answer by a soft nudge as a waiter passed you.

“I’d offer you a drink but you’ve got one.” He had retained his hand on your waist and searched your face while you stood stunned by his attractiveness and his sheer size.

“I’m not the biggest fan of white wine, but its all the waiter had.” You could feel both Bucky and sweet girls eyes on you, as they grew more excited by your connection.

“Time to be honest,” Steve’s soft chuckle made you whimper unwittingly, and he had smiled charmingly to the tune, “I ordered you red cause sweet girl-“

“I like red wine.” You had seemingly no control over your voice, over your ability to keep yourself in check. “Better than white anyway.”

“Why don’t I-” Steve gently took the glass from your hands and reached behind himself to grab the glass of red. “-trade you?”

“I mean…I already drank from it.” You told him after the fact and preened, again, when he laughed softly. “I’m sure that being a kindergarten teacher means you’ve got your cootie shot.”

“Circle, circle…dot, dot…” you spoke quietly, anxious and nervous despite sweet girl appearing as if she was going to burst.

Steve, the gorgeous older man had looked at you as if you were the epitome of sunshine and beauty all wrapped into one. It was a little overwhelming being looked at with such strong attraction and affection room.

You understood how sweet girl felt when Bucky looked at her.

“Steve and-“ sweet girl started to speak, only to be interrupted by Steve.

“-lady bug.” He affirmed the name to you with the soft brush of his fingers down your arm. “Cute as a bug.”

“You think I’m cute?” You inhaled sharply, your heart thrashing wild.

“More than cute but I don’t want to come on too strong.” Steve’s husky laugh rang in your ears and you were delighted by the sound.

“Hey punk,” Bucky leaned over and nudged Steve with his elbow, “now would be a good time to ask her to look around with you.”

“Thanks, Buck.” Steve grimaced slightly. “Do you-“

“Yes.” You answered quick and enthusiastically. “I would like that.”

“Take good care of her.”

“Shut up, Buck.”

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the girl next door 1

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

“Mom, we should get going,” you say as you check your bag.

Your mother sits at the table. It’s cluttered as always. You can see her inhaler amid the mess. Wait, there’s another one. You cross the kitchen, only two steps, and grab both inhalers. You feel the subtle difference between them.

You take both, putting the full one back in the medicine cabinet and the other in the disposal bin. The doctor said the inhalent would help with your mother’s dopamine levels, balances her out a little, but the new treatment only seems to be another symptom of her disease. She hates doing it, she hates all of it, but you can’t blame her for that.

“We can’t be late for the consultation. We’ll be waiting another six months,” you come back to the kitchen.

She looks at you as she wobbles slightly. The tremor is more prominent than before. Each day you notice it more. All the little things changing about her. She’s a bit slower, her words don’t come easy or always clearly, and her mood grows grimmer and grimmer. So does yours.

You grab your purse and the keys. You’ll clean up when you get home. It doesn’t take very long for living to pile up though. Especially when you’re the only one to keep it in order.

Your mother grips the table and stands up. Getting her dressed was a battle already won. Her posture is slightly crooked as she shuffles around the table, “I’m moving.”

You step back, waiting patiently for her to round the table. She grumbles. Your mother was never bright and bubbly but ever since her diagnosis, she’s lost any glimmer of warmth. It’s like she’s living in a fog, just slowly wading through.

You walk down the hall ahead of her and pick out your shoes from the rack. As you kneel to tie your sneakers, she leans on the wall and slides her feet into the orthotic flats. She’s not very old yet. Neither of you expected her to decline so quickly.

You stand and open the door. You back up though the screen door and hold it for her. Her steps get a bit smoother the more she moves around. The permanent scowl sinks into the lines of her face as she comes out onto the porch. You lock the door behind her as she grunts and leans on the railing, stamping down each step to the walkway.

You follow behind her. That’s another problem. The lawn. The old mower broke. You haven’t been able to replace it.

As you trail your mother to the car, she swats you away. Sometimes you try too much for her. You know she must feel helpless. You back up as she sits heavily in the passenger seat and your eyes skim around the neighbourhood. The white sign on the lawn next to yours catches your eye.

You remember the finely dressed woman, her very image on the sign, and how she grimaced at the weeds and grass. If she’s going to sell the property, the neighbours shouldn’t be living in a jungle. You heard her say as much over the phone as she paced back and forth on the porch.

You mother pulls the door shut but it doesn’t click. You give it an extra push to secure it and round the hood. You get in the car and turn the key, rolling down the windows as the early summer morning crowds the tight space. Your mother mutters and wipes her forehead with a shaky hand.

“Let’s just go,” she sneers, “waste of my time...” she bends her arm over the open window, her fingers quivering, “damn doctors said it enough. Nothing they can do. Charlatans.”

“Mom,” you chide gently, “the surgery could help. If you qualify--”

“I heard ya last night,” she snaps. “Just drive.”

You nod and snap your mouth shut. You shift into reverse and back out of the drive. You know better than to talk too much. Your mother never liked hearing anything she didn’t want to hear. Facts are just an attack on her.

You steer down the street slowly, following the curve of the suburban street. The green lawns and white picket fences are palatial at first glance. It’s a 1950s fever dream implanted in the twenty-first century.

Your house is the black stain on an otherwise pristine canvas. The HOA must curse your grandmother for her leaving a perfectly nice home to a pair of beatnicks. You don’t blame them. You’re the puzzle piece that doesn’t fit, leaving a gaping hole in the picture.

The radio crackles on and you wince. Your mother struggles to turn the knob and the volume pendulums up and down. You reach to help her and she smacks your hand, only softly as she has little strength behind it. You retract and grip the wheel, listening to buzzing struggle of her unsteady. You just hope the appointment goes well.

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Your mother hasn’t said much since the appointment. That worries you. What should be good news is just another dark cloud over her.

She sits as she often does; half-reclined in the chair by the window, watching the neighbourhood just outside the pane. She’s just a resentful of the picture-perfect neighbours as she if of everything else. As she is of you.

You tidy the kitchen table as the unsaid dangles in the air. You know better than to bring it up. She barely acknowledged it when the doctor said it. She’s a good candidate for surgery but it isn’t a cure. It will help with the symptoms but not stop them altogether. It’s not good enough for her but it might just be her only hope of relief, even if temporary.

“Bring me a coke,” your mother calls through and you hear the hollow tin clatter of an empty can.

You bring the dirty dishes to the sink and set them beside it. You go to the fridge to grab a red branded can and let the door shut on its own. As you enter the living room, your mother sits forward, the recliner snapping forward with her weight. She leans on and elbow as she squints through the window and cranes over the armrest.

You pick up the old can and put the new one on the small table by the chair. She sits back and takes the Coke, trembling as she struggles to crack the tab. You know better than to help her. The curl in her lip warns you better.

“Someone’s looking at the place next door,” she says.

“Oh?” You move behind her chair and try to the next house. You can only really see the edge of the porch from here. You could open the side window but that would give more than a view of the siding and might be too obvious. “New neighbours.”

“Eh, if it sells. Could do better without these stuck-up prissy bitches running around measuring grass,” she growls of the Home Owners’ Association.

You nod. She’s right. You’ve had to deal with that nosy blonde too many times.

“We’ll see,” she mutters as she finally gets the can open and slurps. “Just hope it’s not another bitch.”

You cross your arms and step closer to the window. You sense movement just beyond your vision and the realtor in her pantsuit comes down the front steps of the neighbouring house. She turns back to face someone you can’t see and speaks to him. Their words are garbled by the barrier of window and wall.

The woman smiles and spins to strut down to the sidewalk. A man follows after, a slow stroll in his long legs. He turns to face the house again and puts his hands in his pockets as he looks up at the facade. His eyes narrow as he considers it.

His gray hair is streaked with remnants of its former blond. If it wasn’t for the colour of his locks, you might not have guessed his age. He’s tall and his shoulders are broad. He’s built finely for any era.

Your mother leans forward again, “heh, lookie there,” she slurs.

She leers through the window as you stare blankly out. A new neighbour just means another person to complain about the lawn; or another person for your mother to complain about. The man pivots on his sole and pauses, his gaze set in your direction. You don’t think he can see you, not with how the sun reflects off the square panes. He stalls for just a moment before he turns complete, striding up towards the realtor.

You back up and retreat toward the kitchen. You mother hums as she continues to snoop through the window. The recliner squeaks beneath her as she shifts in the seat.

“Bit old for a family man,” she tuts.

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Some edits of mine:

Silverfox!Steve Rogers

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The Unexpected Valentine

Summary: When you decide to spend your ruined Valentines getaway alone, you’re thankful for the peace and quiet but when a mysterious stranger catches your eye, your Valentines weekend turns out better than you ever imagined.

Characters: SilverFox!CEO!Steve Rogers x F!Reader.

Words: 2.2K.

Warnings: heavy flirting, sex in a hot tub, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), 18+. MINORS DNI.

A/N: Formerly a Patreon exclusive. Tried to post last night, but the post editor is being a douchebag. Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

Smoothing out your dress, you take in the image of yourself in the small mirror hanging in the corner of the room. Your hair and makeup are by no means flawless, and the outfit you’ve chosen to wear to dinner is smart, but comfortable. 

You don’t need to dress up to impress anyone, choosing to spend the short vacation by yourself, and personally you feel like it’s the best decision you’ve ever made. Initially Hoyt was going to join you at the five star ski resort to celebrate Valentines together, but after a particularly messy break up, you decide to still make the most of the trip. 

It worried you in the lead up that it would do more harm than good— reminding you of a better time spent with your slimy ex-boyfriend, but actually, the time away has so far been refreshing. Plus, being out on the slopes in the fresh Colorado air has really helped to clear your head. 

You didn’t even mind dining on your own. At first the stares and prying eyes were unnerving, but you soon forgot about them once you tucked into the decadent food and sipped on the exquisite wine. 

You give yourself one last look, a satisfied smile on your lips before leaving the room, stomach well and truly rumbling. 

-

The restaurant on the hotel’s premises is bustling. Every table is full, except for the one you reserved the day you arrived. You waltz between the fancy oak, a small murmur buzzing along behind you as diners whisper to themselves. Once at your own table, you slide smoothly into your chair, reaching for the water jug and pouring yourself a glass. Bringing it to your lips, you take a little glance around you, suddenly noticing a pair of bright cerulean eyes locked on you from across the room. 

The man accompanying the piercing stare flashes you a wide smile before glancing away, mindlessly forking some food around on his plate. A coy smirk still pulls at the corners of his lips which leaves you a little flustered. You haven’t seen him around the resort at all since you got here three days ago, and the sight of him makes your entire body tingle.

To try and take your mind off of Blue Eyes in the corner, you pick up a menu as the waiter approaches you. 

“Good evening Madam, would you like to hear tonight’s specials?” he asks politely.

“No, thank you. I’ll just have the soup to start,” you glance over the menu one last time, “and hm, lets try the lobster tonight please.” 

“Any sides for the table, ma’am?” 

“No, I think I’ll be fine, thank you,” you beam, passing him your now closed menu. 

He takes it from you whilst returning your gesture, smiling down at you. “And to drink?” 

“I’ve gotten quite fond of the house red.” 

“As you wish, I’ll be right back with your wine,” he smiles again before you catch the eye of Blue Eyes from the corner now standing in front of your table.

“I find it hard to believe you’re here alone,” he says softly. You can’t explain it, but there’s something about him that instantly makes every vein in your body sing.

You keep your reply clipped, “How so?” 

“A beautiful woman like yourself shouldn’t be wasted.”

Normally such a cliché line would’ve made you send him packing, but his charisma is infectious and you find yourself offering him the spare seat opposite.

“Thank you,” he says with gratitude as he sinks down into the chair, flashing you a perfectly white smile. 

“No need. Figured you’d need some company if you’re having to resort to cheesy pick up lines like that,” you sass. 

The man laughs, holding his hand out across the table for you to take, introducing himself. “I’m Steve.” 

You tell him your name, instantly mesmerised by just how blue his eyes are up close. It’s only now you notice the small flecks of silver peppering his beard and stray strands around his hairline.

You exchange pleasantries for a while, nothing too deep for a first encounter, but you enjoy talking to him nonetheless. Steve’s incredibly laid-back, and there’s an air of cockiness to him but it somehow doesn’t come across as arrogance. He’s enticing and debonair, a true gentleman and when he insists on walking you to your room, he seeks your permission to give you a kiss goodnight— on the cheek no less. 

As he pulls away, Steve asks if he can take you to dinner tomorrow night. 

“Not downstairs”, he clarifies quickly when he notices you’re about to counter his offer. “A proper one in town.”

You’re hesitant, but when Steve places a gentle kiss on the back of your hand, the word, “yes,” is out of your mouth before you can stop it.

-

The restaurant Steve picks is, in a word, expensive. Even a bottle of wine costs more than what you earn in a week, and when it was time to pick something to drink, you hurriedly chose the cheapest item on the vast wine list.

You feel guilty just glancing at the menu, indecisive about whether to pick the cheapest dish— no doubt making him think you’re poor, or choose the most extravagant, and worry that he’ll believe you’re too high maintenance. 

Ugh, you shake your head, scolding yourself for thinking too much into the situation, reminding yourself this is just a casual dinner. No expectations or provisos. Stop panicking.

As the waiter heads over, you settle on a starter and main, and order both quickly, almost fearful of Steve’s judgment on what you’ve picked. You brave a glance at the man across the table, but he’s simply smiling, those steely blue eyes focused on you like you’re the only other person in the room. 

“And for you, Sir?” The waiter next to Steve asks, ready and poised to take his order on the small PDA in his hand. 

“I’ll just have the same,” Steve replies, breaking eye contact with you for a split second to smile up at him.

“Right you are, Sir.” He inputs the selections quickly, grabbing up the menus Steve holds up for him before leaving you both alone.

“So, if it’s not too forward of me, can I ask you a question?” Steve asks once the waiter is out of earshot, his eyes cast down at the table. 

“Depends.” 

He finally looks up at you through heavy eyelashes. “On what?”

“How personal a question it is.”

Steve grins wide, reaching for his whiskey tumbler as he cocks his head, teeth tugging at his bottom lip. You can tell he’s amused by you, and that gives you an instant confidence boost. 

“Shoot,” you invite sweetly.

“How come you were dining alone last night?” 

You shrug. “Was supposed to be here with my boyfriend,” you start, and the dejected look in Steve’s eye is not lost on you, “but he decided he’d rather spend Valentine's balls deep in someone else.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he offers, “but I can’t help being a little thankful.”

“For what?” 

“Well if you were here with him, I would never have had the pleasure of your company.”

You nod, a small smirk tugging at your lips as you raise your glass and toast the room. “Touché.” You take a large gulp of the claret liquid swirling around in your glass before asking Steve, “So, what about you? Ex-girlfriend mess you around too?”

But before he has a chance to answer, the maitre d who seated you at the beginning of the evening swans up to the table, wearing his widest smile. 

“Good evening Mr. Rogers, I trust everything is to your satisfaction,” he presumes with hope. 

“Always is, Frank,” Steve returns kindly, moving his hand out in front of him for the other man to take. You notice the discreet but crumpled fifty within Steve’s palm, but don’t think to question it.

They converse back and forth for a short while, and you can tell Steve is trying to keep his answers brief so Frank will soon leave you  in peace. Finally, Frank bids you both a good night and strides off, eventually dropping out of sight.

“Mr. Rogers? What do you like, own the place or something?” you throw out casually before taking another sip of wine.

“Most of the buildings in town actually.”

You almost choke on the liquid you’re swallowing, not expecting the answer you get. “Sorry, I-I had no idea.” 

“I don’t really tend to brag about my acquisitions,” Steve flashes you a coquettish smile, “unless it works in my favour, of course.” 

“And what favours might those be?” you flirt back.

“Hm,” he ponders, “sexual ones.” 

“I see.” 

There’s an almost uncomfortable silence. You appreciate that Steve doesn’t outright assume you’d be that easy, but at the same time you’re conflicted, feeling a little put out. Pushing through it, you steer the conversation back to Steve’s empire.

“So,” you point towards the window, indicating the row of buildings across the street, “which exactly are yours then?” 

“Well, there’s this place, the restaurant down the street, the ski lodge—”

“What happened to not bragging?” you chuckle dryly.

Steve shrugs, a light smirk on his lips. “Is it working in my favour yet?” 

-

The ride back to Steve’s lodge overlooking the small, quaint town is messy and frantic. His lips are on yours the moment you slide into the backseat, and for a second you fear what the driver might say, but Steve, sensing your apprehension, assures you into the column of your neck that there’s nothing to worry about.

You pay little attention to the stunning views as you travel further up the mountain, too absorbed by Steve’s hands roaming your body. He doesn’t undress you, but his fingers tease as so, tips gently brushing over the zip of your dress more than once. 

Your arousal is thick between your thighs, hot and aching as he slips his hand under the skirt to test you. You allow Steve access, opening your legs a little wider as he cups you fully. 

The vehicle slows to a stop, and it’s not until the door beside Steve opens that he finally pulls his hand away, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before almost dragging you from the car. 

-

The cold and brisk February air whirls around you in a white flurry of a few stray snowflakes, blown from a nearby cluster of conifers. Usually you’d be quick to grab a coat or head back inside the warmth of Steve’s lodge, but the heat of the steam from the hot tub does plenty to neutralize the chill coming off of the mountain. 

Steve’s behind you, leaving a trail of light kisses over your shoulder blade as his hands tug at your hips, pulling you into his lap. 

“It’s quite a view from up here,” you observe, marvelling at the glow from the street lamps all the way from up here. They look like tiny fireflies buzzing around in search of the nearest source of light.

“It’s nothing compared to the view I have right now,” Steve whispers against your skin. He brings a hand up to your jaw, turning your head to the side. You giggle as he stares at you in awe before capturing your lips hungrily once more.

He rolls his hips, his cock pressing firm against your bare ass before pushing you off his lap, turning you to press you up against the side of the hot tub. You whimper into the crook of your elbow as Steve enters you quickly from behind. Your pussy is still sensitive from the last two rounds where he had fucked you over the kitchen counter, and then again on the bathroom floor as you had cleaned up. 

Almost as soon as he bottoms out, he’s moving inside you, having already memorised the perfect rhythm that makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. Water begins to splash over the side as Steve’s thrusts quicken, his breath hot against your damp skin. You clutch desperately at the edge of the hot tub as he fucks into you with reckless abandon before sliding a hand down between the valley of your thighs, fingers grazing over your clit.

“Fuck, Steve!” you yell, voice echoing as it travels down the valley, the deep snow eventually absorbing the sound. 

It’s only a matter of time before you come again, body trembling against Steve’s as the coil inside you snaps, flooding your veins with rapturous electricity. 

Steve soon follows with a grunt, his grip tightening harder around your hips when he lets go, coming deep and hot inside you.

He pulls away, placing a trail of wet sloppy kisses against your neck before slumping back against the side of the hot tub next to you, chest heaving deeply with raspy breaths. 

“Fuck, I think I’m gonna need to sleep for a week after that,” you giggle, laying your head sleepily on your arms crossed out in front of you. 

“Told you, you shouldn’t be wasted,” Steve affirms, sweeping his tongue across his bottom lip. “And I certainly didn’t wanna waste a single part of you.” 

“No, you did not.” 

You share a knowing smile, both well aware that the night is far from finished.

When you arrived here, you hated everything to do with St. Valentine and the overrated holiday— knowing it would forever remind you of your failed relationship. Yet as you cuddle up to Steve, your body still tingling, you decide that perhaps it’s not so bad after all.

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A new series coming soon!:) this time a Stucky series!:

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The devil I desire

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Pairing: Silverfox!Steve Rogers x college!student!Bucky Barnes

Series warinings: cheating, smut, angst, (more coming soon)

[Chapter 1 ] [chapter 2] [Chapter 3]

Series summary:

Bucky is a young college student enjoying an evening in a club. For the past twenty minutes he caught the eye of an incredibly handsome man. His hair had a few silver strands, even some in his beard that was neatly trimmed, surrounding those plump rosy lips…

Maybe Bucky was already simping, sure. But who wouldn’t? This dude was hot. And he’d love to get to know him. Maybe not only for tonight.

Steve is a cheating bastard, married to a beautiful woman and having two kids-but he doesn’t love his wife. He never did. He thought he did, but it was never…real. Years ago he had realized he liked men.

And since then he started exploring his sexuality. Whenever he was home alone or he had to go on a business trip or…just had the opportunity.

Just like today. Peggy was with the kids visiting her parents, but Steve stayed behind with the excuse of needing to work.

Yet he had no work. He just wanted to go out and get a good fuck.

And there he was. A young man with luscious hair, bright eyes that were sparkling up at him, slightly swollen and red lips from how often he had but them while staring at Steve. He knew he’d take him home tonight. Just for tonight.

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A/N: I hope you like this idea and are excited for what’ll be happening in the story! The moodboard is about the series and its ‘vibe’:)

Thank you @jamneuromain with the details!^^

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[holylulusworld]

History at its best

Summary: You love history.

Square 1 filled for @ultimatechrisbingo​: Professor!Steve Rogers

Pairing: Professor (Silver Fox) Steve Rogers x Student!Reader

Warnings: language, undefined age gap (the reader is of age), Silverfox!ASteve, light smut, unprotected sex, creampie, possessive Steve, doggy style, Captain & Sir kink, dirty talk, hand around throat (no choking, but I add it just in case), inappropriate relationship

Words: 1k+

This story is part of my: Adventures with your professor masterlist 

History. You love history. Especially when it comes on two long legs, and makes your panties dampen with only one look.

“Today, we will pick up where we stopped last time. Y/N, can you tell me where we stopped last time?”

Damn that man. Professor Rogers. Steve Rogers. He flashes you a bright smile as you nervously shift in your seat. 

You cross your legs and try to pretend you’re not having daydreams of your professor and his perfect cock. “Miss Y/L/N.”

“Page 385, Lesson 12,” you reply, praying that you remember the page right. If not, he’ll bend you over his desk and punish you for not listening to his lecture.

“Very good, Miss Y/N,” Professor Rogers points out. “As always. You’re such a good student…and a good girl.”

“I-“ dropping your eyes to your notebook you swallow thickly and pray none of the other students heard his last comment.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he puts on a big show as he walks toward his table. All tall and bulky he makes an impressive sight.

He puts on his glasses. The ones he doesn’t need. Steve Rogers just wants to act like he’s a normal guy.

But when he almost fucks you through a wall, he proves that he’s more than an average forty-plus guy lusting over one of his students. Steve Rogers is still the man saving the world more than once and a super-soldier. 

“Professor, can we talk after classes,” one of the new girls in your course asks. “Please.”

“Sorry, Miss—“ Steve furrows his brows as he can’t remember her name. “What was your name again?”

“Sandi, with an I, not Y,” you dip your head to watch her lean back in her chair to push her tits out. You chuckle and turn your attention back toward the notes you took last time.

If not, Steve will find a way to punish you. And you are not in the mood for a bruised ass and no orgasm again.

Once in a while, you love to be a bad girl and to get some well-deserved punishment. Just not this week. You want to be good this time to make sure he goes easy on you and your still tender ass.

“Right, Miss Y/L/N,” your head snaps up the moment you hear his voice. Steve narrows his eyes as you got lost in thoughts once again. “Do you want me to repeat the question for you?”

“I’m sorry, I was looking over my notes about the Roman Empire and didn’t hear your question, Sir.”

You watch his Adam’s apple bobble when you use the title. “Well, at least you were engrossed in the topic, not some fashion magazine. You are forgiven.”

He smirks as you release a shuddery breath. “Thank you, professor.” Steve doesn’t seem to be mad.

“Anytime, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Why not? Every other girl would gladly join me at that party,” you roll your eyes as one of the frat boys tried to talk you into going to a party with him.

“I told you; I got a boyfriend at home.”

The annoying guy doesn’t need to know your boyfriend is your professor and the former Captain America.

“What he doesn’t know…” he grins, offering you a good time and more. “You don’t want me to tell everyone you’re an uptight bitch, right?”

“Fuck you,” you storm off, muttering under your breath. “No one gives a shit about your opinion.”

“I bet she’s boring in the sheets, bro. Let’s forget about her,” one of the other frat boys pats the guy’s shoulder. “We will find some other bitch for you.”

“Do we have a problem here?” Steve cocks his head to look down at the guy hitting on you. He was hiding behind a corner to jump in if needed. “What did you just say about Miss Y/L/N? How did you call her?”

“Virgins, you know,” the guy dares to snicker. “I bet she will mewl like a cat in heat when she gets fucked. Needy bitch.”

It takes everything in Steve not to break that grinning frat boy’s neck. He balls his hands into fists and takes a deep breath.

“Maybe she only needs a real man. Someone not treating her like a piece of meat. A man who knows how to fuck. I bet, you’d learn a thing or two listening to an experienced man, not a boy who creams his pants the moment he sees boobs...”

Steve storms off. If not, he’ll gladly kill the boys for daring to even lay eyes on you…

The moment Steve sent you a message, demanding that you wear a naughty schoolgirl uniform and no panties you knew, someone fucked up big time.

You just didn’t know it wasn’t you but the guy hitting on you.

Now he has one arm wrapped around your chest, hand gripping your left upper arm tightly. He sinks his teeth into your neck to mark your body all over again.

“Who do you belong to, doll?” you whine at Steve’s words. You’re too out of it to even answer. “I asked you a question and I expect you to answer it.”

“Y-you,” you squeak. “I’m yours…only yours.”

“Fuck, this cunt.”

Steve moves his hand to your neck to force you to crane it. He grins as you look up at him with glassy eyes. “Say it.”

“Your cock feels so good, Captain,” you’re out of breath. Steve is fucking you hard from behind, never missing a beat as you struggle to even keep your body upright. “I love it so much.”

“Of course, you do, doll,” he lowers his head to kiss you greedily, lips and tongue dominating your mouth. 

“Steve…please…”

“Not yet,” he growls against your lips while his hips mercilessly snap into your ass. “I’m gonna ruin this cunt first.”

“It’s yours…only yours,” you babble and whine. “Please…Sir…” You’ll do anything to get your high. “I love it when you fuck me.”

“Fuck,” your body goes slack as Steve slaps one hand between your legs to shove two fingers inside your cunt to join his cock. “Fuck…Stevie…Captain…Sir…professor…”

“That’s it. You can cum now, baby doll. Come for me and take all of my spunk,” Steve growls when his warmth fills you. “You’re so good for me. Always so tight and warm.”

You tremble against him. It’s all too much. “Please…I can’t…”

“Shh…I’ve got you baby doll,” Steve immediately wraps his arms around you. “I’ll carry you into the bathroom and we will have a warm bath. Just let me lock the door first…”

“Yes, Captain…”

Steve kisses your temple and mumbles soft words as he pulls out of you. “I’ve got you...baby...I love you.”

“I love you too, Steve.”

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#History at its best #steve rogers #ultimatechrisbingo #steve rogers x reader #professor!steve #professor!steve rogers x student!reader #steve rogers x you #Adventures with your professor #smut #steve rogers smut #silver fox steve rogers

[springlibrary]

Fic & Author Recommendations Wrapped 2022

This is a first I am doing this but I felt that I want to share what I’ve been reading for the past couple of months. 

Some authors you may already know and some, maybe not yet. But what they all have in common is that they make really amazing stories which I believe should be shared to everyone.

The categories will simply be separated by Dark and Non-Dark. I think it’s easier that way, but I will mention either way if they (the non-dark ones) are fluff, angst or simply smut. 

Dark

Unsolicited (Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Summary: You run into a rude stranger at the mall, but this won’t be just another chance encounter.

All in the Family (Silverfox!Loki x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ Summary: Your new boyfriend invites you to meet his parents for the holidays.

Wallflower (Silverfox!Thor x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​​ Summary: Your mother meets a new man, but he doesn’t seem very interested in her.

High Value Hero (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rustytricycle Summary: America’s golden boy, Steve Rogers, doesn’t have the most modern view of women behind closed doors. And the podcasts his buddy Sam has introduced him to don’t help the situation. Unfortunately for you, you catch his eye when you become his next door neighbor.

The Fall of Aphrodite (ThorKi x Reader) by @cherienymphe Summary: You have the hearts of both of the princes, but nothing good lasts forever.

If I can’t have you (Andy Barber x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki​ Summary: After your professor calls off your affair, you won’t take no for an answer. Andy loves you and you love him— you’re meant to be.​

Fixer-Upper (Lumberjack!Steve x Reader) by @straywords​ Summary: You move to the countryside but life isn’t the cottage daydream you hoped for.

Grey

Put You In Your Place (Stepdad!Andy Barber x Stepdaughter!Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki Summary: Andy is sick of his stepdaughter continuously stepping out of line, and when he catches her spiking the punch at Jacob’s sixteenth birthday party, he’s had enough. It’s time he teaches her a lesson.

Show Some Respect (James Conrad x OFC) by @ladycamillewrites Summary: Louise, the adventurous daughter of a Marine General was assigned Capt. Conrad’s expedition troop. Soon tempers clash and Conrad has to make his position clear.

Non-Dark

Legend: 💚 - Smut / 💙 - Fluff / 💔 - Angst

Poker Face (Loki x Reader) by @mochie85​​ 💚 ​ Summary: Will you win a game of strip poker against the god of mischief?

It’s Always Been You (Loki x Reader) by @sarahscribbles​​ 💙 ​ Summary: Loki follows you from the Yule celebration with one question on his mind.

Come Around Sundown (Tattooed!DBF!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki​ 💚 ​ Summary: What happens at Christmas is never just a one time thing, and when summer break rolls around, you find yourself repeating past mistakes. Or is it a mistake?

Chocolate and Promises (Loki x F!Reader) by @michelleleewise​ 💔💙 Summary: You have been friends with Loki awhile, so when he locks himself away you make it your mission to get to the bottom of it.​

Give these writers some lovin’ and don’t forget to reblog if you liked their fics. Likes are nothing but reblogs are everything. Also, feedback is key! Enjoy! 💖

p.s. you can also send me some of your recommendations. Just slide in my ask or my DMs.

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[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Thor Series

What was, What will be

Little Bones (Biker AU)

The Closer I Get 

When the Hammer Falls (silverfox!Thor, Viking AU)

Take Shelter

Multicharacter Fics ft. Thor:

Stranger at the Door (Loki, Thor)

Omerta (Loki & Bucky Barnes, ft. Steve Rogers and Thor, Mafia AU)

Eye of the Storm (Thor & Loki)

By the King’s Hand (Loki, side of Thor)

Too much is never enough (Thor, Loki, MCU)

Too much is never enough Epilogues (Loki, Thor, MCU)

Hidden Gems (Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Thor, Loki, Peter Parker)

Campus AU (Multifandom)

Drabbles:

2022 Drabbles (multi fandom collection)

Sweet Tooth (Sugar Daddy AU)

Sweet Treats AU (MCU, multiple characters + multiple reader)

Sweet Treat Epilogues  (MCU, multiple characters + multiple reader)

The Club AU  (multifandom, multiple characters + multiple reader)

Wallflower (silverfox AU)

#fics #series #drabbles #thor #avengers #loki #steve rogers #peter parker #bucky barnes #masterlist #multicharacter #character #sam wilson #tony stark #au

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Happy April lovelies 🌸 Another month, another rec list! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 💕

Bucky Barnes ✨

Just let me see them by @kinanabinks

mob!bucky x best friend!reader

Miss me by @sidepartskinnyjeans

Vampire Rockstar Bucky! x Reader

Love like a bruise by @targaryenvampireslayer

Dark!TWD!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Insatiable by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x female reader

Though I have never read it by @tuiccim

Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Say my name by @lunarbuck

Ari Levinson x f!reader

Skin by @flordeamatista

dbf!ari levinson x reader

Don't get sad, get even by @writing-for-marvel

Boyfriend’s Roommate!Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Melting by @onsunnyside

Mafia!Ari Levinson x lovesick!reader

After hours by @flordeamatista

ceo!silverfox!ari levinson x personal assistant!reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Finding home by @navybrat817

Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Female Reader

His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Deny me by @straywords

Dom!Steve Rogers x Bratty! Reader

Unholy by @straywords

Dark! Priest! Steve x Reader

Ride with me by @flordeamatista

biker!steve rogers x reader

Breathe me by @honeystevie

40s!Steve Rogers x Filipina!reader

Steve Harrington ✨

Moments tucked away by @talesofesther

Steve Harrington x Reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Forevermore by @jobean12-blog

Vampire!Eddie Munson x reader

Multiple characters ✨

The perfect life by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Dark!Steve x You x Dark!Bucky

Traditional by @navybrat817

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers

Fuck up the friendship by @summerofsnowflakes

College!SoccerPlayer!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader and College!SoccerPlayer!Steve x Fem!Reader

#march fic rec #fic rec #bucky barnes #ari levinson #steve rogers #eddie munson #steve harrington

[imaginedreamwrite]

Brave New World: Part 11

“Grumpy old men.” Natasha leaned toward the camera, her green eyes narrowed in question through the video call that had been missed twice now. “How’s being mated for the second time? Is it everything you hoped for?”

Through the screen, both Steve and Bucky could make out the slightly blurred lines of colourful ink and the shaky sketch of a sun peeking through clouds. The picture itself was kept behind a frame made of dark wood that was hung on the wall, the colourful image was partially shielded by Natasha’s body and head yet they could still make out the rough lines. It was a gift from one of Clint’s kids and had largely represented what they had all wanted: mates, pups and the blissfulness of life at home.

Steve and Bucky had no other chance for pups, they had been told no by countless different doctors and with enough vehemence to make the alphas completely give up on their dreams of kids. They were destined to spend their lives feeling like something was missing from their lives and despite the happiness, they had with each other, there was always a want for more.

With Bucky and Steve’s desires temporarily resolved, they had kept to the constant fights that raged the world, until they found you. Now they had the ability to experience everything they ever desired, to have what they had always craved.

“Better than we thought it could be.” It was a peacefulness that rolled off Bucky’s tongue, a kind of easement that had drawn admiration from their close friend. “Her heat was intense.”

“I know.” Natasha leaned back against her desk chair and crossed her arms over her chest, her red hair pulled out of her face in a simple plait, the messy nature of the bride indicating how relaxed she was.

“Strange, Bruce and I have been working over the samples we took from her when she arrived. She is, as far as we can tell, completely pumped full of super-soldier serum. We talked about it before, and we mentioned that her heat would be intense and it was all designed for omegas to carry healthy pregnancies without issues.” Her eyebrows had furrowed and there was distance reflected in her eyes, a far-off look that led to an intense moment of thought.

Steve and Bucky were watching her through the screen, taking the time given to them while she slept and regained her strength from the debilitating heat. It left you exhausted and drained, even as enhanced as it was, you were tired from the sheer amount of sex you’d had with Steve and Bucky. They had done everything they could too and with you, the three of you joined by heart, mind, body and soul.

“We’ve run simulations and we think the first heat with you could result in pregnancy. It’s…extremely likely that she’ll come out of this first heat expecting. Even if she isn’t pregnant, you should start making a nest sooner rather than later. She will become agitated unless she has a space of her own, separate from your room. She will likely have an anxiety attack when she finds outs she’s pregnant, it’s been drilled into her mind from her previous reality that she was nothing but an incubator.” Natasha addressed them with unreserved honesty, a message that would hit them with both urgency and caution.

Steve and Bucky hadn’t denied or argued with her warning, they had already known that there would be some fallout and reactionary anxiousness. Both Steve and Bucky knew that the damage is done to you by the reality you escaped were not ridden from you, it was still there within your mind. Whether you knew it or not, whether you wanted to acknowledge needing help, you needed someone to talk to.

“She needs therapy.” Bucky verbalized what they were both thinking, the truth able to fall from his tongue without a struggle, it was fuelled by the instinctual need to protect and shield his mate. “She’s been through hell. Physically she’s safe but emotionally and psychologically…”

“I agree, she needs therapy. I know a psychotherapist who can help, she can telecommunicate or you could arrange to have her come to you.” Natasha drew herself away from the screen and stood, signalling the end of the video call. “Get started on a nest, make her feel comfortable. It’s more likely than not-“

“We’ll let you know when we know.” Steve astutely answered before Natasha could finish, attempting to keep himself as levelheaded as possible despite the bubbling excitement that started to boil under his skin.

“I’m happy for you too. Hurt her and I’ll come deal with you personally.” The call ended with three beeps, the black screen reflecting their own image while the two sat still and rigid.

Steve and Bucky remained still as they processed the information they had been given. It hadn’t felt like anything new to them. They knew the super-soldier serum that you’d been given had made your heat more intense, they had been through one, and they knew that what you had been given was meant to result in a pregnancy as soon as possible. They knew that and yet it felt as if this was the first time they were hearing this, it was as if this was the first time they’d been allowed to fully comprehend what was said to them.

They wanted pups so damn badly, it’s what they’d been dreaming of and hoping for. Their deepest and most intense desire for an omega and children was on the cusp of becoming fulfilled, they were finally able to have the kind of white picket fence they’d only dreamed of.

“Y/N,” they called your name, ascending the stairs with something for you to eat and some tea to help you recover from your heat, “can we come in?”

Given all that you had been through and what you survived, something as small and minute as asking permission to come into your space was pivotal. You weren’t given the kind of rights you deserved, your entire life had been controlled for the betterment of people who didn’t deserve you. It was integral that both Steve and Bucky gave you the choice an the freedom to be able to shut them out if you wanted.

“I’m in here.” You answered quietly, following your first statement with a soft ‘yes’, granting them permission to step into the room.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the mirror is where they found you. Clothes scattered around the room were an unassuming mark of chaos from your need to build and rebuild your first-ever nest. Since you’d gone through your first heat and had been marked, mated in full, you had been dealing with the shift in your emotional, mental and physiological being.

Your previous reality stripped omegas of their ability to be marked and mated, to be loved and cared for like they should have been. You had never truly learned or been made aware of the changes that would come upon you after being given their marks, even being taught by them wasn’t enough.

Steve entered behind Bucky, setting the plain wooden tray of food and tea down on the top of the dresser arranging it in a way that it wouldn’t fall off and then he joined Bucky. The two of them had sat close behind you, Bucky to your left and Steve to your right, both your alphas presenting themselves with comfort and warmth.

“We should talk,” Bucky had broken the silence between you, reaching out to rest his hand on your arm, fingers trailing the soft edge of your elbow. “Y/N, sweetheart can we talk-“

You had gripped Steve’s shirt tightly in your hand, your fingers wrapped in the soft cotton as if it was a security blanket. You hadn’t answered Bucky at the moment, rather you had lifted Steve’s shirt to your nose and inhaled his scent, a gentle shiver rushing through you. Only when you were ready had you turned back to look at them, guarding yourself and your abdomen instinctively.

“You have to promise me…” You twisted his shirt in your hands, easing yourself to the point where you could communicate what you had on your mind, regardless of the self-preservation you wished to root yourself in. “I know I’ll end up pregnant sooner than later.”

“Y/N-“ Bucky cupped your arm, his thumb brushing your skin back and forth as you swallowed your words and fidgeted where you sat.

“I know you both want children, I’m not…it’s almost impossible for me not to end up pregnant from this first heat and…” They could see you biting down on the inside of your cheek, they could see the wheels in your head turning, every thought and experience you’d had in your previous reality coming back to haunt you.

“It’s why we were injected with the super-soldier serum, we were the fix for a broken world. We were the solution even against our will, and I know that you’re not-“ you averted your gaze, digging your nails into your bare legs through Steve’s shirt. They could detect every pulse of fear that was being pushed through your scent, they could detect every strike of anxiety and antic, every hit of survivor’s instinct that told you to do whatever it took.

“If you’re not ready…we can take care of it.” Steve moved closer to you, resting his hand on your knee and using the other to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Take care of it?” Your eyebrows had become furrowed and your lips pursed in thought. You reached for both of them, hands grasping onto their forearms, stabilizing yourself while your mind ran wild in different directions. Your screwed your eyes closed and took a deep, slow breath to calm yourself down, fixating yourself on Steve and Bucky as your alphas.

“I know what you mean, I know what you’re talking about.” You leaned forward, further toward them both, and exhaled slowly. “I never thought I would have this chance, to have a choice and to be in a safe enough place that I would want…this.”

“Despite what we want, it’s your choice.” Bucky tipped your chin, catching and holding your wavering gaze. “Regardless of what Steve and I want, it’s ultimately your choice. We want your happiness, we want you to feel safe and comfortable.”

“I want this, I want pups. I always have but I wanted them on my own terms.” You grabbed Bucky’s hands first, resting it upon your stomach, weaving your fingers in with his. “I wanted the right to choose, I wanted the freedom to decide for myself. When I gave myself to you, both of you, I knew that this was my choice to make. The serum it’s…it can only control me so much, but this is all I’ve ever wanted. I just wanted to choose for myself.”

“You have the choice, you have the freedom to decide.” Steve whispered to you, he welcomed you to lean into him and settle yourself into his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned against him, hiding your face in his neck while breathing in his comforting scent and revelling in the safety he gave you.

“I want this, with both of you. I want this because I can choose to.” You mumbled against his neck, curling in on him with your legs drawn to your chest. “You have to promise me something.”

“Anything, doll.” Bucky encroached on you and Steve, the two of them creating this barrier that figuratively protected you from the world. “Whatever you need.”

“Promise me that you won’t let anything happen to us.” You craned your neck and looked at Steve through your lashes, vulnerable with him and Bucky in a way you’d never been with anyone else.

“No one,” Bucky drew his hand to you, cupping your jaw in his soft yet strong hand, “will hurt you. No one will ever hurt you like that again, I promise.”

“We both do.”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

the girl next door 2

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as age gap, manipulation, chronic illness, noncon/dubcon, coercion, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: A new neighbour moves in and upends your already disarrayed life.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself.

This lewk but silverfox

You gnaw on your cheek as you read over the letter. Final warning. You really didn't think much of the first five but that word catches your worry; litigation.   

Your mother grunts and clicks her pen, dropping it as she curses under her breath. She tosses the crossword book away from the chair. For all your life, you remember her working on her puzzles. Now, she can hardly hold pen steady enough to put in a single clue.  

"Mom, you want another coke before I head out?" You ask.  

"Where are you 'headed out' to?" She scowls.  

"Just outside. Try to figure out the mower."  

"Piece of shit," she sneers and for a moment, you're not sure if she means the machine or you.  

"So..."  

"Just go," she snips.  

You purse your lips around the cut of her tone. You leave her in her recliner and you go down the hallway to the back door. You shove your feet into your stained vans and let yourself gently outside.  

You come down the steps and cross the overgrown grass to the garage. You prop the door open with an old paint can and drag put the mower. You haul it over to the little patch of pavement by the house as the sunlight raises beads of sweat across your forehead.  

You shade your eyes and squint. You don't get the thing. It's not even motorized, it just started catching. You can't push it hard enough to make it go. It only bounces uselessly across the ground.  

You squat and put it on its side. You examine the blades, nervous to dig between the mulching teeth. You grab a stick and poke around. It breaks and you rip it out.  

"Dang it," you whisper.  

You stand up. It's too hot to think. As much as you miss the sunshine in the grim winters, the heat is less than welcome.   

"Hey, excuse me," a voice startles you. You ignore it, thinking maybe it's just the neighbours on the other side of the fence. "Um, miss?"  

You turn towards the voice and find a man peeking through the loose slat in the fence. You sigh. Yeah,   

that needs to be fixed too.  

You stare dumbly. You recognise the man. It takes a few seconds to remember where you saw him. He was with the realtor. You hadn't see much yet, not that you ventured outside often. The sign changed to sold and that was that.  

"Hi, uh, so this," he touches the plank, swiveling it on the hanging nail.

You nod and go to the edge of the patch of pavement but no further. You nibble your lip and search for something to say. Talking to mom is easy, you know what to expect, but strangers are different.   

"Gonna fix it," you assure him flatly.  

"Yeah, well, I was actually thinking, I'm just doing a few touch ups right now and I could spare a couple nails or two."  

You tilt your head and bring your hands together, mashing your palms anxiously, "it's rotted."  

He wiggles the wood and little slivers fall away. He hums disappointed, "sure is." He smiles as his blue eyes shine in the sunlight, "no problem then. I'm sure I can find something at the hardware store."  

You hesitate. You should mention you can afford even half a plank. Grandma left you the house and enough to cover property taxes, but mom's monthly cheques are already stretched thin. If he doesn't ask, you won't offer.  

"Steve," he stretches his arm through the opening.  

You look at his hand. Your stomach flip flops. You don't want to be rude as much as you don't want to touch this strange man. Well, no use in making another enemy around here.  

You lift your feet as you trudge through the high grass. As you near, the sweat slakes down your back. You gently shake his hand, just for a second, and pull back.  

"And your name? Neighbour?" 

You stare at the collar of his grey tee shirt and eke your name out. 

“Is it just you over here?” He asks. 

You shake your head. You bend your arm to pick at your sleeve. You don’t mind introductions but you’re not much for conversation. You don’t need him prying into things. If anyone really saw inside those walls, they’d only feel bad for you. You’d rather their apathy. 

“Oh, you got kids? A husband?” 

You wince. It’s almost a flattering assumption yet a reminder of everything you don’t have. You’re not old enough to really think about all that anyway. 

You glance back at the side of the house. You should hose that down and get rid of the mildew. Another tick on the endless list. 

“Mom,” you say. 

“Ah, makes sense. You in school?” 

You shake your head again. He’s quiet. You sway listlessly. 

“Anyway...” he says. 

You put your head down and back away. You go back to the mower, bending down to fiddle with it again. You could see if anyone would lend you one but that means asking and as much as the neighbourhood paints itself in friendly smiles, they aren’t genuine. The letter on the kitchen table is proof of that. 

“Not working?” The man, Steve asks. You cringe and stand up. He’s still there. 

You shrug as you look at him. You turn back to the mower and lift it by the handles. You try to ignore the nosy neighbour and line it up with the grass. You push and it doesn’t move easy. You grunt and it rolls over the grass. You think maybe it’s working but as you turn, you notice the grass stands back up, only slightly bent. 

“You know, I got a nice electric one. Isn’t here yet but I can bring it tomorrow on the truck,” he offers, “I wouldn’t mind doing a once over, if you need.” 

You huff and push the mower over. 

“Can’t pay you,” you stomp back towards the house. 

“I didn’t say anything about money,” he chimes. 

You stop by the steps and cross your arms. You look at him, “too much.” 

“Well, if you change your mind, you can just come knock on my door,” he says. 

You nod and spin around again. You climb the steps, fighting to keep your steps even. You want to run inside and hide but you don’t want him to see how desperate you are to get away. 

The screen door snaps shut behind you. You kick off your shoes and go down the hall. Your mother huffs from her recliner. 

“You figure it out?” She asks. 

“No,” you flop onto the couch. 

“Knew ya wouldn’t,” she snorts as she stares out the window. “Man’s back. Musta bought the place.” 

“Uh, yeah,” you lean back, pulling the collar of your shirt over your face to sop up the sweat. “It’s hot.” 

“Nah, you’re just whiny,” she snickers. 

You don’t respond. You know better than that. You let her have her truth. Whatever she thinks of you, you can’t disprove. The world is she says it is. 

🏠

Your bedroom window shines yellow with the noon sun. The heat beams down on the folding table, warming your hands as you scratch charcoal onto thick paper. You still have grass stains on your fingers from another fruitless attempt at fixing the mower. Another day and you expect another letter isn’t far behind. 

As you focus on the lines and curves left by the pencil, your anxiety subsides. Drawing is the only thing that helps you forget. Really forget. You don’t think about the house or the lawn or the HOA or your mom. It’s just you and the pencil. 

You lean your forehead in your hand as you cross hatch the shadows. The chirping birds and the soft breeze deepen your trance. The world around you is distant and dim. You’re only awoken but the sudden and unfamiliar ‘ding dong’. 

You sit up. It takes a moment before you realise what it was. The doorbell? No one ever rings it. No, even Marge from the HOA waits until you come out to get the mail to accost you. 

You put the pencil down and get up. You go out and peek down the hallway. You creep along and stop at the doorway to the front room. You mom sniffs and wipes her eyes. She must have fallen asleep in her chair. 

“Who is it?” She snarls with grogginess in her throat. 

“I don’t know,” you go to the door and pull the curtain away from the long window beside it. You peek out at the figure on the porch and quickly hide behind the fabric. Too late. “It’s... the neighbour. I think he saw me.” 

“Ergh, don’t be stupid, girlie,” your mother barks, “help me up.” 

“Oh, uh, okay.” 

You go to her and offer your hand. You get her to her feet. She slightly hunched and slow but she makes her way to the door. She pauses and turns to the mirror above the little bench against the wall. She tidies her hair and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. 

She leans on the door as she grips the handle. She opens it and the man from next door, Steve, greets her with a grin. 

“Hello?” She sweetens her tone. 

“Hello, miss, sorry to bother you,” he says, “I just moved in next door and I’m getting settled in. I was just about to do some lawn work and I thought maybe I might offer to do yours? It’s no trouble, I just thought I’d offer.” 

“Oh, what a honey you are,” she preens, “of course, that would be lovely of you. My daughter,” she sighs and shakes her head, “I’ve been nagging her for weeks to get it done.” 

“Really, it’s not a bother,” he assures her, “I’m Steve by the way.” 

His smile is just as charming as his introduction. 

“Holly,” your mother returns, “I’ll make you some lemonade for your trouble. It’s a hot one, isn’t it?” 

“Sounds good,” he agrees, “I’ll try not to make too much noise.” 

You peek out from behind your mother. Steve’s eyes meet yours for an instant before she blocks her out, no doubt eager to hide the state of the house from him. You back up as she turns to you.  

“What’re you doing hanging on like a rodent?” She hisses, “go make some lemonade.” 

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[buckymilf]

Tell Me All Of Your Secrets

“Steve looks down at the police file again, memorising the face. High cheekbones, pouty lips, pale eyes, a tiny cleft on his strong jaw. A shock of dark hair, messed up in a way that makes Steve think of bed head and rumpled sheets, the scent of sex heavy in the air."

Author: @becassine / becassine

for the @silver-fox-steve-bang

#stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #bucky #stevebucky #captain america #steve x bucky #my art #silverfox steve bang #stevebucky art #stucky fanart #silver fox steve

[nekoannie-chan]

Week 10 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 10 2023 or Week 166, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

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This is the list of the fic I read and recommend in Week 10 2023:

 No pressure part I (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @anika-ann 💚💙

We go crashing down (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @abovethesmokestacks💙

I don’t want to go (Buddie) by @mumucow 💚💙

Escort to the multiverse chapter 5: She’ll fucking listen now! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 🖤❤️💙

Sitcom (Runaways) by @ta3hann1e 💚

The Institute (Wanda Maximoff X Reader, Jean Grey X Reader) by @messedupfan 💚💙

Tit for tat (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @tuiccim ❤️

Gendrya fic (Gendrya) by @fineosaur 💚

So pretty with a knife in your hand (Serial Killer!Steve Rogers X Accomplice!Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey 🖤❤️

Escort to the multiverse chapter 6: Listen, don’t fucking talk (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 🖤❤️💙

Pool party (Alvey Kulina X OFC) by @crazytxgradstudent 💙

What you deserve (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rogerswifesblog ❤️💚

Ice cream (Clint Barton X Reader) by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms 💚

Feels like tonight (Dark!Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @caplanbuckybarnes 🖤❤️

Pure (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @alostlovergirl 🖤❤️

Imagine your first-time having sex with your boyfriend (John Proudstar X Reader) by @marvellousimagines ❤️💚

Forgotten birthday (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imyourbratzdoll 💚💙

Brock Rumlow fanfic (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @buckyseternal❤️

Steve Rogers fanfic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @emerald-evans❤️

Imagine seeing Karolina’s powers for the first time (Karolina Dean X Reader) by @anotherimaginescollection​ 💚

Safe haven (John Proudstar X OC) 💙

The pages in between (Victoria Helstrom X Reader) by @naturalxselection​ 💚

The wrong Stein (Karolina Dean X Reader) by @cactiem​ 💚

Steve Rogers as a boyfriend and as a husband (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imyourbratzdoll​ 💚

Costumes (Tatum Riley X Reader) by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms​ 💚

The unexpected Valentine (SilverFox!CEO!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki​❤️

Wine tears (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @hypnoticsin​ 🖤❤️

Down with the ship (Steve Rogers X OFC) by @brooklyn-1918​ 💚💙

#Annie recommends

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Two Sides of the Same Coin

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Warnings: fluff at the end

Request by anon: Steve x singer reader (inspired by the character Silverfox) fluff / Reader is a singer when shes not an agent her performance varries from cover to performing she kept two personas apart the singer and agent while shes is with steve the way he found out was she was recording a cover performance of Melanie martinez- Show and tell dance and cover song . Both surprised about finding out yet both growing fond he asked "Why didnt you tell me?!" He thought shes shy but this he likes to encourage her more she fiddles with her fingers" its hard to explain" steve hugged y/n " aww doll i couldnt be mad" deadly agent/assasin on duty - sweet , fun, goofy off mission and lol charismatic, good dramatic and other worldy on stage 

Summary: On one side of the coin, you're this super serious and sneaky agent that will get the job done at any cost, and do it efficiently. On the other side of the coin, you're super sweet and playful that loves to sing and dance.

Squares Filled: secret identity (2022) for @avengersbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

The mission is simple: get to the control center, download all the files they have, and delete them off their servers. Sounds easy enough, right? Well, it would be except for this building is highly guarded and will definitely have ten times more guards than you have people on your team. Your goal is to get those files and delete them, Wanda is responsible for getting the civilians out of the building safely, Sam is securing the perimeter from the sky, and Bucky and Steve are tasked with taking down the guards when they come after you.

Wanda stands at the front of the building and uses her magic to connect with the people inside. Her magic influences them to leave no matter what they are doing and people start to leave the building immediately. You, Steve, and Bucky walk into the building and push past the people who are trying to leave. The first three floors don’t have any guards waiting. The higher you go, the more they come out like insects.

When they start shooting, you three duck behind two of the desks quickly. The elevator is on the other side of the room which you need to get to to reach the control center. It’s on the top floor and there is no way you’re climbing up all those stairs.

“What do we do?” Bucky asks.

“You two take them down. Cover me. I’m going to the elevator. You have the shield. Use it to take the bitches down.”

“You got it. Go now.”

Steve throws his shield at five of the soldiers who are knocked down by the impact of the shield while Bucky starts shooting. You jump from desk to desk and flip over two of the soldiers elegantly. Years of gymnastics finally come in handy, and you’re silently thanking your mom for forcing you to go to those lessons. One of the guards aims his gun at you but it’s knocked out by Steve’s shield before he can shoot.

You take one of your knives and expertly throw it at the elevator button so that the handle of the knife bounces off the button. You flip over two more soldiers and catch the knife before it can touch the ground. You turn swiftly and fling the knife into one of the soldier’s necks who tries to come after you. The doors to the elevator open just as you reach it, and you quickly press the button for the top floor.

“Okay, I’m in the elevator,” you say into your earpiece.

“Perimeter looks good. Keep doing what you’re doing, guys,” Sam says from above.

The elevator stops at the top floor and when the doors open, the two guards posted at the door to the control room turn to face you. They raise their guns to shoot at you but you’re quicker than they are. You cartwheel over to them and push up on the ground so you fling yourself at the guard on the right. You kick the gun out of his hands and cling to him from the front, turning him so that he’s in between you and the other guard. You take your other hidden knife and stab him in the head, and you jump off his body before he goes crashing to the ground. You kick him in the chest and send him flying into the other guard. You grab the first guard’s gun and shoot the second one twice in the chest and once in the head for good measure.

You walk into the control room where there is a man sitting at a desk. He looks like the kind of man you’d call to come fix your computer if it stopped working. You know, someone who works at Best Buy and all they want to do is tell you everything about the latest model they have in stock. He jumps at the sound of you kicking the door in, and he raises his hands in surrender.

“Move,” you say and motion with your gun.

He slides away from the desk immediately. He must have been taken hostage to help these guys do whatever they needed to get done on the computer. You set your gun down knowing he isn’t going to be an issue and grab the flash drive Fury gave you from your small pocket. You plug it into the machine and begin the process to download all of the files. As you wait, you turn to the man who hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you barged in.

“Please don’t kill me.”

“Don’t worry, kid. You’re safe for now.” Once all the files are downloaded, you remove the flash drive and wipe their entire hard drive. You pick your gun back up and approach the young man who shakes in his seat from fear. “Get up.” He stands up and you fix his tie, glasses, and hair. “You’re a smart kid. You should get away while you have the chance.”

You pat his shoulders and leave him alone to fend for himself.

“I got the files. Get the hell out of here now,” you say to your team.

“Roger Dodger,” Sam says.

Your team gets the hell out of Dodge and returns back to the compound where Fury is waiting.

“Your flash drive,” you grin and toss him the small device.

“Nice work. I’m impressed.”

“That easy,” you wave him off. “Alright, I will be taking a long bath. Don’t disturb me.”

You break away from the group before anyone can say anything and immediately head to your room. You’ll take a bath eventually but you need to check your social media notifications like you do every day. You have thousands of comments waiting for you on YouTube, three times that in likes, and that’s only covering one social media platform.

Apart from being a deadly assassin/spy for the Avengers, you’re a passionate singer who has a large following. You love singing and dancing and have made good money off it, and people seem to love the cover videos you do online. It’s how you started off which turned into you writing your own music. You don’t have a lot of songs to call your own, but you’re learning every day how to be a better songwriter and performer. 

Soon, you hope to have an album out.

There are a lot of comments online asking you to sing and dance to “Show and Tell” by Melanie Martinez. You absolutely love her and all of her music so this is something you’re excited to do. You’ve watched that music video and the K-12 film hundreds of times so you’re confident you can copy the dance that goes along with this song. You’re going to be playing the actual song by her through your speakers so you know how to stay in sync with the music, but you’re going to remove the audio and replace it with your own cover of the song. You always make your own spin to the songs you cover but your followers seem to love it.

You change out of your Avengers outfit and into something more child-like like the puffy pink dress you have. Wanda gifted you this when she held a pink-only party a few months ago. Once you’ve completely changed your look, you set your tripod up where you want it and begin the song.

Steve had just gotten out of the shower when he heard music come from your room. You don’t have a bathroom in there, so how are you taking a bath and listening to music in your room at the same time? He puts a thin shirt on and sweats before going to find out what’s going on. He knocks on the door but the music is so loud that you don’t hear him. His curiosity gets the better of him so he slowly opens the door to give you time to stop him if you’re paying attention.

“Y/N?”

He peeks his head in to see you dancing with a pink dress on in front of your camera. He smiles widely at the sight of you doing a complete 180 in personality. The woman he fought with today is a deadly assassin that kills when promoted, but the woman in front of him now is nothing but a huge sweetheart. You turn to face your door to continue the dance when you notice Steve standing there. You gasp and quickly turn the music off to confront him about the sudden intrusion.

“What the hell?”

“I’m sorry. I knocked. I can leave if you want me to.” Your cheeks heat in embarrassment. No one should know this about you. Your reputation might be tainted if people see you as something soft and loveable. “Don’t be embarrassed. This is cute.”

“It’s not cute,” you groan. “I have a large following that loves these videos. They don’t even know I’m with the Avengers. I love to sing and dance, and sometimes I perform in small settings like bars for decent money. We see such gore and bad things every day, and this brings joy to a lot of people. I use my skills to hurt people so this is something I can do to make people happy.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, but I think this is amazing. We all do things to counteract the bad.”

“What do you do?”

“Help as many people as I can. Can I sit and watch?”

“Okay,” you blush.

You start the second verse over again so you can resume your dancing, and Steve takes a seat on your bed out of view of the camera. People would freak the fuck out if you had Captain America sitting on your bed, and that’s not the kind of publicity that you need right now. Steve watches as you resume dancing and he can’t help but think how different you are compared to how he normally sees you. 

Not many people know this side of you, and he feels special knowing he’s one of those very few people.

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[souurcitrus]

Earth-18104

Since I started getting more into Marvel I made a bunch of OCs for the media, and with time I created a whole universe to insert them in the stories. So I'm gonna start posting here my personal time-line.

These events include stories from the comics, a bit of the cartoons and the movies. Many events or characters have their backstories changed and I will include my ocs here.

It's just a project I do for fun (and has been taking my mind in the last years help). It's not complete. There's still a lot to work but I got the basics.

Time-line

B. C - Events

• Okkara and the Enriched

• Birth of Apocalypse

• The Clan Akkaba

A. C. - Events

• Thanos' birth

• Creation of the Ten Rings

• Fall of Titan

15th / 16th / 17th Century - Events

• Odin brings the Tesseract to Earth

• Rise of Count Dracula

• Apocalypse and the Army of Darkness defeat Dracula

• Fall of Tenochtitlán

• Creation of Talokan and birth of K'uk'ultan

• Selene Essex becomes Lady Sinister

• Trial of Agatha Harkness

• Apocalypse is sealed by his subordinates

18th / 19th Century - Events

• Mystique's birth

• Victor Creed's birth

• Logan's birth

• Victor Creed and Tereza Márquez (OC) meet

• Howlett's Tragedy

• Irene Adler and Raven Darkholme meet

• Fall of Akkaba Clan

• Origins: Wolverine I

20th Century

1900 - 1930 - Events

• Origins: Wolverine II

• Wolrd War I

1940 - Events

• World War II

• Johann Schmist finds the Tesseract

• Steve Rogers becomes Captain America

• Bucky Barnes becomes his partner

• Phineas Horton creates the original Torch

• Sgt. Nick Fury and the Howling Commandos

• Foundation of Weapon X by Dr. Abraham Cornelius Truett

• Captain America dissappears and Bucky Barnes is taken by HYDRA

• Logan marries Itsu. Later she is murdered by the Winter Soldider and his son is taken

• Cain Marko and Charles Xavier become stepbrothers

• Wong starts his training in Kamar-Taj

• Howard Stak works for SHIELD

1950 - Events

• Cain Marko and Charles Xavier fight in the Korean War. Marko dissapears after finding the Temple of Cyttorak

• Max Eisenhardt marries Magda

• The original Torch dissapears / dies

• Logan meets Silverfox

• Magda and their daughter dies, Max Eisenhardt changes his name to Erik Lehnsherr

• 1950 Avengers

1960 - Events

• Charles Xavier meets Moira Mactaggert and Gabrielle Haller

• Sabretooth and Wolverine join Team X

• Adam Brashear becomes Blue Marvel

1970 - Events

• Professor X, Magneto, Mystique and Destiny create the first team of X-Men

1980 - Events

• Captain Marvel

• Ghost Rider

• The Incredible Hulk

• Iron Man

• Ant-Man and Wasp

• Hawkeye and Mockingbird

Age of Heroes - The first famous groups of heroes start to rise, the first conflicts earth went through after FF, the Avengers, the X-Men, the Decenders and the others formed.

1989 - Events

• The Fantastic Four

• Puppet Master

1990 -

• The Avengers

1991 -

• Jessica Drew works for SHIELD as Arachne

• Logan adopts Amiko Kobayashi

• Matt Murdock debuts as Daredevil

1992 -

• The X-Men (Cyclops, Marvel Girl, Angel, Iceman and Beast)

• The Brotherhood of Evil Mutants

• X-Men VS Juggernaut

• Sam Wilson becomes the Falcon

1993 -

• Simon Williams joins the Masters of Evil as Wonder Man

• New Avengers (Black Panther, Hercules, Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch, Hawkerye, Falcon)

• Jennifer Walters becomes She-Hulk

1994 -

• Sue Storm and Reed Richards Wending

• The Fantastic Four meets Black Panther

• Dane Withman becomes Black Knigt

• Z'Nox attack

• Wade Wilson becomes Deadpool

• Silver Sufer and Galactus

• Alex Summers becomes an X-Man

• Betsy Braddock becomes Captain Britain

1995 -

• Mesmero attacks Krakoa. Lorna Dane joins the X-Men as Polaris

• Patsy Walker becomes Hellcat

• Peter Parker becomes Spider-Man

• Jessica Jones becomes Jewel

• Heroes for Hire (Luke Cage and Danny Rand)

• Norman Osborn becomes the Green Goblin

• Natasha Romanoff leaves the Red Room and joins SHIELD, working alongside Mockingbird and Hawkeye

• Frankie Raye joins the Fantastic Four as Photon.

• The Avengers battle against Ultron and Vision

• Among us stalk the Sentinels! Ororo Muroe and Sean Cassidy join the X-Men

• Frank Castle becomes the Punisher

• Jean Grey absorbed the power of the Phoenix

1996 -

• Hank McCoy joins the Avengers

• Greer Nelson becomes Tigra

• Secret Empire

• Avengers / Defenders War

• Flint Marko becomes Sandman

• Second Genesis.

• Hulk VS Wolverine

• Cyclops starts a new team of X-Men (Wolverine, Storm, Thunderbird, Colossus, Nightcrawler and Sunfire)

• X-Men VS Erik the Red and D'Ken

• Wanda Maximoff and the Darkhold

• Darren Cross becomes Yellow Jacket

• Wanda uses her magic to create her sons

• Mystique and Destiny start a new Brotherhood of Evil Mutants

• Kitty Pryde and Alison Blaire join Xavier's Institue

• Dark Phoenix and death of Jean Grey. Cyclops leaves the team

• Kree / Skrull War

1997 -

• Days of Future Past. Rachel Summers and Lucas Bishop join the X-Men

• Cyclops meets Madelyne Prior.

• Rogue absorves Carol Danvers powers

• Rhino VS Spider-Man

• The trial of Hank Pym

• X-Men VS the Brood

• She-Hulk joins the Avengers

• Wanda and Vision find out their sons are magic creations of the Darkhold

• Illyana Rasputin is captured and taken to the Limbo

• New Mutants

• The Morlocks

• Rogue joins the X-Men. Logan marries Mariko.

• Beta Ray Bill!

• Venom arrives at Earth

• Hawkeye creates the West Coast Avengers

• Forge joins the X-Men

• Curtis Connors becomes the Lizard

1998 -

• Jean Grey returns

• Nathan Summers is born

• Mutant Massacre

• Madelyne is corrupted by the demon N'Astirh, becoming the Goblin Queen

• Asteroid M

• Fall of the Mutants

• Franklin Richards is born

• The Punisher took over the Assassins' Guild, and later became a substitute teacher while investigating drug trafficking at a school

• Wolverine and Jubilee work together against the Hand

• Gambit joins the X-Men

• Genosha X-Tinction Agenda

• Legacy Virus

1999 -

• Kree/Shi'ar War

• X–Cutioner Song

• Rise of Midnight's Children

• Maximum Carnage

• Fatal Attractions

• Bloodties. Fabian Cortez kidnaps Luna Maximoff

• Sabretooth goes to the X-Men after he starts losing control of his feral side

• Cyclops and Marvel Girl marry

• Generation Next and Phalanx events. Emma Frosts takes the new mutants as her students. Blink dissapears.

• The Hellions die

• Peter Parker meets Olivia Octavius, who later becomes Dr. Octopus

• Sabretooth escapes. Angel loses his wings

• Ozyamndias comes to warn the X-Men about the return of Apocalypse

2000 -

• Jessica Drew joins the Heroes for Hire

• Graydon Creed's assassination

• Apocalypse returns with his Knights

2001 -

• Mantis creates Adam Warlock. Later Gamora is sent to kill them, but decides to betray Thanos. With Drax, Groot and Rocket, they become the Guardians of Galaxy.

• The Thunderbolts

2002 -

• Sepent Crown's arc. Lemuria and Talokan are revealed to the world

2003 -

• Jessica Drew returns as a heroes and joins the Heroes for Hire with Cage and Rand

2004 -

• The start of Infinity Gaulent arc. Earth's heroes lose the battle to Thanos. Half of the Universe dissapears.

• The X-Men split in Team Gold and Team Blue

2005 -

2006 -

• Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson marry

2007 -

2008 -

2009 -

• Mayday Parker is born

2010 -

• The Avengers, X-Men, Fantastic Four, Guardians of Galaxy and Denfenders join forces to fight Thanos once more

• Thor becomes king of Asgard

2011 -

• The Avengers rebuilt their base.

• Scott Lang joins the team as the new Ant-Man.

• Emma Frost and Scott Summers re-open the Academy X

2012 -

• E is for Extinction

• Runaways!

• Jean Grey dies fighting Xorn

• Gitfted / The Mutant Cure

• Ana Corazon becomes Spider-Girl

• Logan meets Laura Kinney

• The Winter Soldier Returns

2013 -

• M Day happens

• Vulcan takes the throne from Lilandra

• Peter Quill joins the Guardians of Galaxy

2014 -

• The Young Avengers!

° Iron Lad (16), Kate Bishop (17/18), Wiccan, Speed (16), Patriot (16), Hulking (16), Sting (14), Jonas (??)

• The New X-Men

° Armor, Loa, Prodigy, Cuckoos, (15), Rockslide, Pixie Hellion, Flubber, Gentle, Wind Dancer, Surge, Wallflower, Onyxx, Quill, Network, Wither (14),

° Mercury, Indra, Dust, Ink, Laura, Elixir, Kidogo, Trance, Dryad, Icarus, Tag, Preview, DJ (13), Wing, Wolf Cub, Rubber Maid, Bling!, Anole, Match, Specter (12)

• Stryker attacks Xavier's Institue

2015 -

• World War Hulk

• Birth of the Mutant Messiah

• The Avengers and other heroes fight Kang. Sam becomes Captain America

2016 -

• Skrull Invansion

• Dark Reign

• The X-Men move to Utopia

• The Inner Circle attacks Genosha

• Hope returns as the Messiah

• Hank Pym opens the Avengers Academy

2017 -

• Children's crusade

• Hope and the Lights

• Apocalypse Solution. Warren Worthington III becomes heir of Apocalypse

• Fear Itself

• The Schism between the X-Men happens

2018 -

• Miles Morales (13) becomes Spider-Man

• Logan opens the Jean Grey School For Higher Learning

• Jean Foster is diagnosed with cancer

2019 -

• The Phoenix returns

• Rage of Ultron. Hank Pym dies

• Khamala Khan (16) becomes Ms. Marvel

2020 -

• Ms. Marvel, Nova and Spider-Man create the new Champions

2021 -

2022 -

2023 -

• The Mutants create Krakoaland

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