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itwoodbeprefect · 1 year

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Hello, for the WIP game : Several of the Hawaii Five-0 section sound nice... I'll go with #23 because it does sound particularly intriguing!

Steve’s becomes… themed

ooh, another recent addition to the h50 pile! though the idea is one that’s been bouncing around my head for years - and then always ended up going a different direction, which this one already has again too, i think. the “steve’s” here is the restaurant (i forget if canon ever really nailed that down, but we do get steve asking danny to name the restaurant after him (so they can be together forever, you know, like good platonic buddies) so i think it’s at least generally accepted fanon that it’s called that?) and the “themed” is just, well. i think that in canon, at one point, danny says he wants the restaurant to be a place for cops to come hang out and get dinner after their shift? but this is steve and danny, so of course they accidentally open a queer restaurant instead. huge rainbow in the window, cheesecake in the colors of the transgender flag, they adopt half the local teens, that kind of thing. (obviously they keep the restaurant in this version instead of selling to kamekona - i think it would work out a lot better for them if they have a united Cause that distracts them from fighting over the shade of red of the chairs, anyway.)

which is a concept i really like, but it’s also always pretty Big. there’s a lot of stuff i would want to throw into that story, and to avoid starting something Very Long that i’ll never finish because it’s getting Very Long, i end up cutting myself short to keep things manageable and throwing the original idea overboard in the process, which i think might happen again here, but i’m also considering ways i could keep this fic short and set it up as a potential start to a series, so i don’t need to commit but there are still options.

for this particular go at this idea, this is the catalyst:

“Oh, it’s good that you’re both here,” Grace says, when she falls into the kitchen with a slightly chaotic energy. The double doors haven’t had the time to fully swing shut behind her when she follows that with, “I’m a lesbian.”

They were going over the menu - again - and it’s been a pretty boring if hectic day of ironing out the last details before the opening. Steve looks from Grace, hovering so near the door she looks as if she might run right back out, to Danny, who quietly unglues his shoulder from Steve’s and puts down the pen he’s been using to wave far more than write. “Monkey,” Danny says, with a lot of emotion but most of all baffled, and Steve has to agree that these are pretty uncharacteristic nerves for a kid as cool as Grace.

She shifts a little, folds her arms. “Mom already knows. I just wasn’t sure how you’d take it, so-”

“Grace,” Danny says, and this time he sounds like he’s about to cry, but in the next moment he’s around the counter and wrapping Grace up in his arms so tight it’s as if he’s trying to squeeze the thought that he could ever love her any less than he does right out of her.

Steve lets out a deep, shuddery breath, and closes the menu folder. They’re finished for today.

and then there’s some stuff about letter soup (“I tried to get someone to sell me only the LGBTQIA’s, but they don’t seem to do custom letter sets.” / “Right,” Steve says, because what else is he going to say? “And what would you do for the plus, anyway?”), and danny cooking sadness pasta while telling steve he feels like a Bad Dad because he’s known he is bisexual this whole time and if he had been open about it maybe grace’s life would have been easier, and obviously steve goes, paraphrased, “you are very stupid for thinking that you’re not the best dad, stop it”, and then he mentions that at least grace did tell her dad, that she trusted him enough to do that, and that steve never took that step with john - and that’s the story of how half the mcgarrett-williams family came out in maybe an hour.

send me the title of one of my WIPs and i’ll tell you something about it or post a snippet!

#thank you for playing!! 🎉#h50 #ask #*

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dreadysficrecs · 2 years

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Stucky Fic Rec List #23

Thursday, November 4.

🍩 Learn Me Hard Oh, Learn Me Right by @love-ha-fge - [Explicit; 60k words]

[Modern AU; College AU; Jock!Steve x Tutor!Bucky; Slow Burn; Artist Steve; Dyscalculia; Panic Attacks; Strangers to Friends to Lovers; Pining; Coming Out; Bisexual Steve Rogers; Gay Bucky Barnes; Fluff; Mild Angst; Explicit Sexual Content; Blow Jobs; Rimming; Anal Sex; Switching; Happy Ending]

“Have you always struggled with math, Steve?” Dr. Potts asked.

The blush crept higher as the same shame that he had felt since the second grade crawled up his spine.

“You’re not the only one.” She assured, handing the papers back to him. “Luckily, you can get one-on-one tutoring at the student center, your tuition covers two sessions per week.”

“Thank you ma’am.” Steve accepted the paper and stood, sliding his backpack over his shoulders. Making his way out of her office he paused when she called his name. “Ma’am?”

“Ask for Bucky Barnes.” Her lips turned up at the name. “He’s one of the math majors that I oversee, haven’t had a student work with him who hasn’t passed.”

No pressure, Steve thought. “I’ll make sure to do that. Thank you Dr. Potts.”

“Good luck Steve.”

He didn’t need luck, he needed a miracle.

🐎 Wild West Yearly by @otp-holic - [Gen; 6,3k words]

[Western AU; Halloween; Established Relationship; Slice of Life; Comic Book Science; Sick Steve Rogers; Pre-Serum Steve; Post-Serum Steve; Amputee Bucky Barnes; Fluff and Humour; Happy Ending]

Five Halloweens when Bucky worked their situation into an excerpt of a Dime Novel, and the one Halloween he didn’t feel like he needed to.

The Westen AU with less action and more “slice of life” and fluff known to fandom.

🍑 #MyHero by malfoys_minx - [Explicit; 11,5k words]

[Shrunkyclunks; Meet-Awkward; Public Nudity; Twitter; Hotel Sex; Rimming; Anal Sex; Bottom!Bucky]

When Steve returns to his hotel just in time to witness a naked man being thrown out of a room across the hall, he doesn't think twice before offering his assistance. The fact that the man happens to have the nicest ass Steve has ever seen is entirely by the by and he knows he would do best to banish the image from his mind. Except who can blame him if that perfectly pert posterior sticks with him for longer than it should? Especially when it all happens again and this time the naked man turns up right at his door...

🌶️ A Man in Uniform by flootiger - [Explicit; 6,7k words]

[Canon Divergence; PWP; Established Relationship; Porn With Feelings; Uniform Kink; Anal Sex; Bottom!Bucky]

In which Bucky gets a uniform of his own and Steve is turned on.

“I thought you liked a man in uniform?”

“I like you in a uniform. Expressly,” Bucky corrected. Goddamn angel of a man, Bucky thought. It was ridiculous how turned on he had been when he’d first lain eyes on Steve in that fucking outfit. His then closeted propensity for a man - Steve - in uniform hadn’t reared it’s horny head until that moment and since then, recovery period notwithstanding, the sight of Steve all dressed up made his heart race and his dick hard.

Nevertheless, he added; “That don’t mean I want to wear one of my own.”

#stucky fanfic #stucky fic rec #fic rec #rec list #dready's fic recs

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alirhi · 3 years

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okay. let's do this shit.

Guess what, bitches? Mama bear's back and angry all over again. Remember when I said I might dive into a ragepost about how Bucky's treated after completing the one about Loki? This is it. This is the post. Welcome to fucking Thunderdome.

I will actually try to keep it civil. No promises, but I'll try. and I will not be accepting "constructive criticism" about my rage. Just so we're clear.

Got it? Good. Let's dive in.

In case you don't want to read the whole thing (I know I get wordy) here's what this whole post will boil down to: BUCKY NEVER HAD A FUCKING CHOICE. NEVER. NOT ONCE IN HIS ENTIRE ADULT LIFE.

Now, quick reminder: I don't read comics. I know nothing about Bucky's comic canon, except what Sebastian liked to bring up as often as possible during TWS/CW promotions: at some point, Bucky boned Nat. XD Since Bucky only exists as a Marvel property, I won't be bitching about other source material being disrespected like I did with Loki. This is all MCU, my dudes. And honestly? That's enough, because though we don't see nearly enough of Bucky for my liking, we do manage to get a rich, deep backstory to him in the material we're given, partly thanks to better writing in the early days of the MCU, and partly thanks to Sebastian Stan's phenomenal acting. Unlike the writers of the Loki series, Seb knows how to show, not tell. And gods, what stories those eyes show...

Let's start with the army. In an old post illustrating what an absolute BAMF Bucky Barnes truly is, I mistakenly said he enlisted, and a kind soul educated me on the incredible attention to detail Marvel used to pay - in this case, Bucky's ID number. 32557038. As this kind, eagle-eyed soul pointed out to me, the first two digits of that number - 32 - signify that Bucky was drafted, specifically from the NY, NJ, DE area (that last part is rather obvious, as Bucky and Steve are from Brooklyn lol). Bucky didn't choose to go to war. He was drafted. He was forced to fight, or go to prison.

Bucky was born in 1917, which means - again, as someone pointed out to me a while back - he came of age during the Great Depression. As a child, he would likely have seen his parents living comfortably and able to shower each other and him and his sister with gifts and fun memories, and then POOF. Stock market crashes when he's only 12-years-old, and life becomes brutal and painful. He manages to have some fun with his best friend Steve, and spends his teens/early 20s chasing girls and keeping his stupid, stubborn, tiny friend from getting beaten to death.

Steve constantly has something to prove. He's absolutely got what my mom always called "little man's disease", and Bucky's just doing his best not to roll his eyes too much at this asthmatic chihuahua constantly trying to beat up Tibetan mastiffs. While Steve keeps lying on his enlistment forms (an actual crime) trying again and again to get into the army and prove what a badass he is (definitely not), Bucky's had enough trauma and upheaval in his life and he just wants his stupid friend to calm tf down and live. Enjoy the fact that he doesn't have to go to war and get his limbs blown off.

And then he gets fucking drafted. This sweet, resigned realist who knows exactly how dangerous the war really is, is forced to put on a uniform and go fight strangers alongside other strangers thousands of miles from everything he knows. And on his last night of freedom, when he just wants to hang out with his friend, see some cool gadgets, and dance with a pretty girl, his stupid angry chihuahua friend feels the need to lie and try to enlist again.

Okay. Gotta get back on track. Ragepost about mistreatment of Bucky, not how much Steve annoys me. Sorry. Anyway...

Bucky's drafted, accepts his shitty lot with a brave smile, and is shipped off to Europe, where he is captured by HYDRA and presumed by the Allies to be KIA. Instead, he's strapped down, tortured, and given the HYDRA version of the super serum against his will. Steve rescues him, and Bucky knows he can't leave his idiot friend to his own devices to get his head blown off, so he dives right back into the fray. And then he falls off a cliff, loses most of his left arm, and is declared dead...again. This one's pretty damn valid, though lol. Without the serum no one knew he'd been shot up with, there is no way he would have survived that fall.

Here is where Bucky's story gets truly heartbreaking: His autonomy, his ability to consent is stripped from him through electroshock torture/brainwashing. The trigger words are conditioned into him during this process, and boom. Ten words in Russian, and Bucky Barnes is gone. Even the confused, hurting shadow of him is gone, leaving only a perfectly obedient killing machine, with Bucky's pretty face. He's strong as all hell, though, so they can't keep him fully under their control for long, not without more torture, when the disorientation of being fucking frozen wears off on longer missions.

I cannot stress this point enough, guys: Bucky. Had. No. Choice. Not like the draft, where his choices (go and get shot at, refuse and go to jail, or dodge and run to Canada) just suck. No, he literally didn't have a choice. He had his ability to choose stripped from him. If that's too complex a concept to really sink in, try this: His brain was fucking raped. Repeatedly. For decades. Nothing the Winter Soldier ever did was Bucky's fault. Nothing. Ever. Not remotely, no matter how you fucking slice it. Bucky is not an assassin. I almost said "not a killer", but he was a soldier, and a sharpshooter. He definitely killed when he was himself, but that was in a war, not a series of assassinations.

So far, imo, so good. This is just a rundown of Bucky's pre-show backstory. I don't love what he had to suffer, but I do love how it was treated in the movies. People were afraid of him, but when they knew the whole situation, Steve, Nat, and Sam rallied behind him. Natasha had plenty of reason to want the Winter Soldier dead; he'd tried to kill her multiple times and almost succeeded. Sam had no reason to help Bucky at all; he didn't know him, didn't trust him, and again, TWS had tried to kill him. But he stood by Steve, and when Bucky showed the clear difference between himself and TWS, Sam stood by him, too, and fought alongside him.

And it's very realistic, imo, that Tony didn't give a single fuck that Bucky had no choice. He watched this man murder both of his parents on tape. If TWS had killed my dad and I saw proof of it, I'd try to kill Bucky, too. Grief wins out over logic. Most emotions usually do. And that's a very important point we're going to come back to in a few minutes.

Bucky was really only in like ten minutes at most of IW and Endgame, and for multiple reasons I hate those movies, so I'm just gonna skip them, kay? Kay. On to the main event!

Here's where I get pissed off. Even if I didn't have an unhealthy attachment to this character, or the depth of appreciation for his tragic backstory that I do, the lack of continuity between the movies and the show alone would still piss me off. It always does. Don't even get me started on Joss "Continuity? What continuity?" Whedon and his (iconic, but flawed) shows. Ahem. Back on track...

Let me just get one little thing out of the way real quick: I fucking LOVE The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. I love it. This show amazed me when I first watched it, and I still love it after many more viewings lol. I have only ever watched it all the way through without skipping over as much John Walker shit as possible the one time lol but I love how Sam and Bucky interact, and I fucking adore how Sam's arc was treated. I just wish they'd show the same care and attention to Bucky.

Because what they did to Bucky in this show is a fucking travesty. There was a tiny ray of hope in the pilot, when he called out Dr. Bitchface for being a terrible shrink. I thought that would be the start of him realizing he needed to find someone else and ignore the damaging shit that woman was telling him. But...nope. No such luck.

The show really had a strong start, I'll give it that. We see Bucky having nightmares of his time as TWS and struggling to hide how his traumatic memories are affecting him as he tries to live in the world again. He befriends the father of one of HYDRA's victims, which can't be good for Bucky (and we're shown it's definitely not when he sees the shrine in Yori's home to his late son) but it's sweet, how he's trying to connect and reach out to someone who's hurting and lonely.

They drop the ball a little with the whole... Bucky can hack a fucking car, but can't figure out Tinder thing. Had they just run with the fandom interpretation of the tiger photos line, that it shows that Bucky is bi and left it at that, I'd have been okay with it (and no, that is not because I ship Sam/Bucky. it's because Bucky is and always has been a certified nerd who loves technology and has consistently shown very little issue learning to use new gadgets). The outdated flip phone he handed his terrible court-mandated shrink was a burner; I liked that theory when I read it, especially since it's the only time we see him even holding a phone that old lol. This all could have fit the "Bucky is a sassy bisexual nerd" narrative and it'd be okay. Instead, the director was like "NOOOOOO that line was just to show how old he is and how he can't figure out all this newfangled technology!" Woman, you had him remotely driving someone else's vehicle with a tablet. That is NOT a man who can't figure out a damn smart phone!

But that's just a minor annoyance. What fills me with absolute rage is how everyone - not just the shitty therapist who lashes out at and purposely triggers her traumatized patients, but EVERYONE - Sam, Zemo, people who should fucking know better ALL treat him like he's a psychopath and a ticking time bomb. Like he chose to take the serum and he chose to kill for HYDRA, and he's just seen the error of his ways. *barf*

Bucky in the movies is established to be a victim, through and through. His guilt over what he was forced to do is natural, and that he sees himself as a monster makes sense... but that doesn't mean it's correct. The one and only thing I ever liked about Steve Rogers is at least he got it. He pointed out that none of it was Bucky's fault, he tried to show him that he was worth saving. That's the other reason I refuse to talk about Endgame. This post will get a WHOLE LOT LONGER and a lot fucking angrier if I open that door.

Zemo supposedly knows everything about HYDRA and super soldiers... So why does he treat Bucky like he's a corrupt serial killer? (this, for the record, is why I don't like Zemo) Why does he never point out that Bucky was given the serum against his will, or that his actions, when he had control of them, proved that he was never corrupted? Bucky never wanted to become superhuman. Bucky didn't even want to fucking fight!

Sam, despite constantly resisting the label, is shown very clearly to be Bucky's friend. By episode 3, he cares. He worries about how Bucky is getting lumped in with the other super soldiers in Zemo's speech... But he never really defends him. He says "what about Bucky?" but he doesn't point out that Bucky's a good man, he's fought so hard to help people, he does everything he can to avoid killing... And that fucking speech in episode 5. I was with him on "you gotta stop looking to other people to tell you who you are." I was like "YEAH! Tell him, Sam! Bucky, you're WORTH SAVING, boo! Your value does not hinge on someone else's opinion of you!" And then... Sam dropped the ball.

He not only continued the disturbing pattern of victim-blaming in this show, and in Marvel/Disney properties in general, but he gave really dangerously bad advice! No one in their right mind, mental health professional or no, would EVER tell a traumatized former assassin (whether he was responsible for his actions or not) to go confront his victims' families out of the blue with no warning and no one to mediate and keep things from going to shit. Yori already knew his son had been murdered because he was in the "wrong place, wrong time." How is it being "of service" to tell him you're the one who killed him?! Remember how I said Tony's reaction to learning the full truth about his parents' deaths was valid and would be an important point later? Hi! Welcome to later. THAT is the natural reaction to facing the man who murdered your loved one(s). And even if Yori didn't get angry and lash out, HOW IS IT "HELPING" HIM OR BRINGING HIM "CLOSURE" TO KNOW THAT HIS FRIEND KILLED HIS FUCKING SON?!?!?! This man befriended him, bonded with him, watched him grieve... And now he's learning this is the man who caused all his pain and heartache to begin with? That is so toxic and psycho I just... I can't even... UGH.

And then there's the equally toxic and damaging "deeply traumatized person just needed a stern talking to and a hug to be ALL BETTER AGAIN" ending. I loved seeing Bucky happy and socializing, but it was too soon, and it was unearned. And it sends a fucking awful message to people actually struggling with PTSD, and to their loved ones who don't know how to help them. Heaping more blame on them and then hugging it out is NOT helpful!

This show could have been damn near perfect with just two changes. That's all. Just two. 1) Someone, anyone, bringing up the reasons why Bucky was never a villain in his presence. Someone being in his corner and reminding him, like Steve did, that it wasn't his fault and he's not going to "snap". 2) More time devoted to Bucky's healing. Actual fucking healing, not the shit they tried to pass off as a magic fix-all. He can have his happy barbecue moment, just don't frame it as "everything's great now!" Healing isn't linear, and there will be both good days and bad. Some of the most fragile people in the world have the brightest smiles.

If we get a season 2, which this amazing show absolutely deserves, and they address this stuff, all will be forgiven in my book. Expanding on his story and his journey toward healing will help to reframe that "happily ever after" garbage as something more realistic. But as it stands now... Fuck Marvel.

#fan rant #ragepost #long post #bucky barnes #mcu #captain america #the first avenger #the winter soldier #civil war #tfatws #mcu spoilers #stop victim blaming #victim not villain #never a fucking villain #bucky deserved better #fuck marvel #fuck disney

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hawkinsschoolcounselor · 3 years

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Why do you think so many fans, even those who wouldn’t be considered casual viewers of the show think that those who romantically ship Mike and Will are kidding themselves? Sometimes I feel like I’m missing something, like we’re not even watching the same show. From my perspective, it’s beyond me to how someone could look at Mike and El’s romantic relationship, especially after s3, and think it’s proper.

Great question. I’ve touched on this issue a time or two before, but perhaps never in such a direct manner. I think there’s several things in play here that lead to the more “mainstream” fans considering it crazy when Mike and Will are seen as a romantic pairing. I think these same causes also lead to fans missing how improper, to use your terms, Mike and El’s relationship is. Some of these things are more valid than others, but they’re all valid in the sense that they are real, meaning that people aren’t just being petty. There are those out there who are petty, of course, but I think it’s unfair to cast all fans we disagree with in with that group.

First, let’s get this out of the way, heteronormativity maintains quite the stranglehold on American culture. Yes, we’ve come a long, long way. Gay characters and couples are portrayed in a much more positive light compared to twenty or more years ago. Still, they continue to be treated as a shock, either in behavior or reveal. By that I mean that these characters are either blatantly obvious or a complete surprise. There is seldom any middle ground here. This is, in my opinion anyway, a remnant of the transition of gay characters from caricatures to genuine characters. Fans, American fans at least, want to seem accepting to gay people, but they also want it crystal clear that gay people are different from them. To quote Homer Simpson from Homer’s Phobia, a 1997 episode of The Simpsons, “I like my beer cold, my TV loud, and my homosexuals flaming!”

The 90s were a time when gay people were starting to be seen as decent people instead of deviants. They still weren’t equal, though, and were often used as props and novelties. The Gay Best Friend trope came out of this idea that gay people were fun and exotic, and many would also use them as a way to show how progressive they were. It was a step in the right direction, perhaps, but gay people were still not seen as equals.

Why is this important? Well, maybe it’s not, but not only is Stranger Things the product of two brothers who grew up in that era of thinking, but so is the largest segment of the viewership. Most Stranger Things viewers fall in the 18-29 and 30-44 demographics. I, myself, fall in the latter category. While we all laughed at Homer’s idiotic homophobia, we all knew deep down that we were similarly taken in by stereotypes and heternormativity. That is to say, that being straight was the normal, expected way of things, and gay people was something neat and trendy, but that only happened to other people.

This mindset persists today, though it does seem to be slowly eroding. We still expect most characters to be straight. I suppose, in some ways, this makes sense. The majority of people in America (and likely the world) still identify as heterosexual, so, technically, statistically, being LGBT is “abnormal.” Still, the degree to which I see LGBT people being open about their identities sometimes catches me off guard when I stop to think about it. It’s something that was unimaginable when I was a teenager, barring being in an identified gay club or neighborhood. The fact that it catches me off guard, despite identifying as bisexual, is proof that those mechanisms of my upbringing persist.

I am able to see the romantic undertones of Mike and Will’s relationship because I’ve been there. I’ve been in love with a same-sex friend and been afraid to say anything about it. I’ve agonized over whether it was real or just a phase. I’ve struggled with hiding it. I’ve tried to keep my feelings hidden while also letting them slip out in controlled bursts of not-quite-platonic gestures. I’ve even wondered how I could be “like that” when I acted and dressed just like any other guy I knew. Despite living it, I still saw “it” as something foreign and different. It’s only because I lived it that I can see through the heteronormativity and recognize homosexual love in “straight” TV and movie characters. I’m sorry, but Poe Dameron was definitely into Finn, and Finn, at the very least, idolized Poe, and you can’t convince me otherwise, no matter what Disney tried to pull by giving them both inconsequential female love interests.

(Christ, this is turning into a real rant here, oh well, the bottle has been opened.)

So, yeah, heteronormativity basically tells us that if characters are gay then they’ll act a “certain way” so we know. Mike and Will don’t do this, so, to most fans, they aren’t gay. Heteronormativity and pop culture tropes also tell us that male and female leads are meant to end up together. Now, in defense of other fans, the Duffers do play around with all sorts of tropes, so it’s understandable that people would expect things to be just as formulaic in Stranger Things. The problem these fans don’t see, however, is that the Duffers seem to like subverting the tropes.

For those of you who aren’t aware, subverting a trope means that we are led to believe that we’re being shown something we’ve seen time and time again, only to end up with something else. Season 1 was so big on this that I fell in love with the show. Adults Are Useless? Joyce did not sit around while the kids solved the mystery. Hopper wasn’t the ineffectual drunk cop I was expecting him to be. Jerk Jock? No, Steve is actually a nice, if dopey, guy once he stops letting his friends influence him. Virgin Survivor? No, sex is not seen as a vice needing to be punished, so Barb dies instead of Nancy. The Duffers know what we expect to see, they tease us with it, then pull the rug out from under us.

So, what do we expect in terms of romance? We expect our opposite sex leads to pair up. This would mean Mike & El and Joyce & Hopper as our kid and adult lead pairs, respectively. Mike & El, in particular, seems to be something they’ve tantalized fans with, both in the show and marketing. We can look at that relationship, though, and see that it’s not built on much. That’s somewhat in line with many kid relationships, so, really, it’s expected that it would similarly fizzle out as those relationships generally do. These are two kids who knew each other for a week, then spent a year apart. If anything, they’re more in love with the ideas of each other they created in that time apart than anything else. This could explain why their relationship was so shallow once they’re together again. We all experienced this type of crush or relationship before, the one where we don’t really know the person so we create a version of them in our minds. This version often clashes with the real one once we get to know them. Still, we’ve all been there.

This brings me to my final point: identification. We identify with characters when we watch TV shows and movies. I dare say most, if not all, of us can identify with these kids getting these crushes and early relationships. The youngest fans probably identify even more since they’re currently in those stages of life. I’m sure many young fans identify with either Mike or El, and perhaps fantasize about being with the other (or both?). Whether we realize it or not, we’re casting our own wants and needs onto the characters. Some fans want Mike and El together because it validates their own feelings and experiences.

I know that I certainly identify with Mike and Will through my own teenage experiences. I identify with other characters for more mature, adult reasons, as well. Yes, a part of me ships Mike and Will because of this. The difference here, compared to other ships I’ve gotten behind, is that this actually seems real. There is canon evidence that Mike and Will appear to have non-platonic feelings for each other, feelings built over a very long friendship. Mike legit seems like the closeted, possibly not even aware, gay kid going through the motions of a straight relationship. Will seems like he’s actively suppressing any romantic urges because he’s spent his life being bullied for being queer. They’ve been written to have more genuinely romantic moments than Mike and El have had. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, the writers will have some explaining to do if they don’t get together. Many fans will miss it, due to the reasons mentioned above, but it’s all been laid there before us. Nobody should be surprised, but they will be.

#stranger things #byler #heteronormativity

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juiceastronaut · 3 years

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Okay so. I watched Q-force. And I have no idea what I think about it.

Imma just be rambling so I'll break down the characters and my likes/dislikes about them before giving my plot breakdown at the end. Only the main/prominent ones because I don't have time.

Steve Maryweather-Easily the best character out of them, with Deb being a close second. He could've very easily fallen into the trope of being someone who was incompetent but expected the world anyway, but he doesn't. He graduated top of his class, and despite his quirks is a genuinely competent team leader, and wants the best for his team. He wants to prove that he and his team are competent enough to get recognition, and has a genuine faith in the people around him. It was refreshing to see him hold his team in a genuine high regard, where a lot of times it's like "We're shit but lets do this thing now" He's a genuinely well-rounded character, and (and forgive me if this isn't the best way to frame this) it feels like being gay is an important part of his character, without encompassing the whole thing. I thought Benji and his relationship was super cute and I was sad when they broke up. I was afraid he was going to be, like a second but worse Twink with the stereotyping but gladly fell away from that.

Deb-I thought her and her wife were super cute (though I hate how the wife is designed ngl adjafkldajfd). I liked Debs character, but I feel like she had a lot of racial stereotyping that wouldn't be inherently obvious unless you were looking for them, her being the strong one, and also the "mama" type at the same time. No one treated her with disrespect, and her lesbianism seemed to be more authentic but I feel like there wasn't a lot of thought put into what these tropes were and why they were bad. Her being black and making her the mama type, as well as the big strong type could be read as tasteless. Again, I really liked her character but these were some things I noticed while watching.

Twink- You know, I didn't really like him at first, I thought he was the epitome of all the bad stereotyping (though I'm just glad him and Mary didn't get put into the same category). His humor isn't my taste, and it just kinda seemed like someone for half of his lines went "what twitter stan language can we put in here?" And sometimes it was a bit too random for my tastes. However! I do like that his drag was considered important and was an integral part to a lot of missions they went on, and not just "Ah look at that dumb gay trying to find reasons to dress in drag." His talents and expertise were both respected and, save for Buck (which his whole point was supposed to be offensive anyway) no one undermined Twink for his femininity. His back story is also kinda random but did play a role in the missions as well. Still, personally think he's the worst character. Plus, he's French so minus four-twenties amount of points.

Stat-You know, in a show where everyone was stating what letter they were every few seconds I was surprised that I had to look up that Stat was trans. I...liked her character for the most part, except the part where she was fucking a robot. Kinda weird ngl, outta left field, and with her being trans I wonder if her having that sort of relationship is problematic for her. Love her design tho, love me a hacker girl. She's also listed as "ambiguously gay" tho showed to have mostly girl love interests but, okay.

Buck-He's the straight guy, emotionally repressed haha and he's bigoted. Did think it was funny later on when he was more "accepting" but managed to be even more infuriating about it. Tied with Twink as worse character but you know they tried to do stuff with him.

Vee-Really liked me a boss lady, but kinda weird how they bait-and-switched us with her actually being a lesbian, then go "no she's straight tho" in regards to Karen. I thought her and Mary's relationship was cute, wish I saw more of it. But she did feel like a random plot device in later seasons, what with her disappearing and reappearing when it was plot relevant. (Tho she HOTOHOTHOTHOT bikini episode WOOOWEEEE)

....

Okay, so now the plot....which. it had one?

It felt like it was flip flopping back n forth about whether it wanted to take itself seriously or not, and it seemed to decide on serious more towards the end, but then it would have this random plot element that would be so out of left field it would pull me out of my suspension of disbelief. See the whole "Back cracking to unlock memories" plot point. This back and forth on whether it would be a comedy or not I think weakened both categories it tried to play into.

If I had to compare the show to anything it would probably be Futurama, but the thing with Futurma is, its set in the future, so you're suspension of disbelief is allowed to stretch a bit more because all the wacky quirky stuff can be attributed to future shenanigans. Q-force, to my knowledge, is set in the modern day, which makes the wacky stuff that much wacker, because it's set in our modern times, which you apply the rules of everyday life to.

A lot of the problems that I had with Q-Force is, in the attempt to write specifically about the "gay experience" revealed that the writers have really only had a very specific experience of interacting with gay ppl, what I call the "Urban Gay" experience.

The fact they're in West Hollywood, and all the things that were listed as "universal gay experiences" but were only things that you'd be exposed to if you were in the city. I think a flavor of "white gay" can be implemented here too, which Q force has exactly one black woman, who manages to be the only lesbian.

That coupled with the fact that, there's a difference between having Twink naturally being a drag queen, the whole team being gay to some degree, and the fact they interact with the gay community often without Drawing Attention to all of those things and self-congratulating itself on concluding it. Funnily enough, Q-Force had examples of doing this right and doing this right. Right way: In the second or third episode where Mary found that guy with the flash drive to the uranium in it and seduced him in the gay bar. Relevant that it was gay without overtly drawing attention to it. Wrong-Way: Having Pride go on while Girl Boss was trying to take over the world.

And, for the show that promoted itself as representing the gay experience, there were...two gay men, one lesbian, one trans person, one straight guy and...no bisexual people. Also no nonbinary people. Like of course it's unrealistic to include every single identity but you're one bisexual person who appeared for one episode and was promptly blown up. And also showed to be...more off than the other characters, what with the stealing of silverware and all. Just, bisexual people are already forgotten enough as it is and not including them in the show, but you include two gay men just kinda reads as tasteless to me (as a bisexual person, obviously).

Which makes it so weird that Stat was left "ambiguously gay" when she could've easily been bisexual (which still would be problematic because of the robot-fucking but at least you got the B in there somewhere in the main group)

Overall, it tried to market itself as the "be all end all" of what it was like to be gay, but ended up excluding the exact people that get excluded in real-life lgbt spaces. This combined with the indecision with what kind of show it wanted to be managed to make it fall short. If you arent the very specific type of gay person who lives in a city environment and doesn't fit the stereotypes showed you're not going to feel "seen" by the show.

Weirdly though, I didn't hate watching it, and I would probably watch another season if they managed to make one. The parts that did work, I think worked really well, and even the bad parts just read as tasteless, and not actively terrible. If they focused less on making "hey I'm gay" jokes every three seconds and just let each character be what they are I think the show would be stronger for it. And I think they'd find less problems overall if they did that too. In the mean time I'll just be here side-eyeing the whole thing.

Edit: I forgot to mention, and this is a problem a lot of adult TV shows fall into, that because they got the clear to show nudity/sex they felt like they *had* to show nudity and to a lesser extent sex every episode. So just that whole "Haha adult=sex obviously."

Oh! And this generally goes for the whole "shove it in your face" part, but a lot of the characters who are bigoted were shown to be. Very blatantly so. And not to say there isn't blatantly bigoted ppl of course they are but I don't think that's where you see a lot of bigotry nowadays. This was sort of touched on during the show but more of a jokey manner, but I think it would've been more realistic if we had more "girl with a gay best friend" kinda bigotry as opposed to the "I'm literally hurling slurs at you" bigotry, especially since they're in Cali.

#like its a C+ I think #q-force #criticism #like there's a lot wrong with it but I thought it was kinda charming overall #like. you could have all those things that gays like in these characters but to every three seconds go #'i like this thing because I'm a lesbian'#just kinda got old after a while #juicy takes

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Me and My Husband

Summary: You have to hide a failing marriage from the world, and then suddenly it all feels better again. Warnings: mlm, implied polyamory, failed marriage, explicit language, angst to fluff Pairing: Steve x Reader (Brief Steve x Bucky, implied Stucky x Reader) A/N: Me And My Husband, Mitski

You stood next to Steve, his arm wrapped securely around your waist. You rested your hand on his chest, your wedding ring glinting in the low light of Tony's party. You were playing the perfect married couple. You were talking to Pepper, and all she wanted to talk about was your perfect fucking marriage.

"Oh yeah, kids just aren't for us," you laughed politely. Steve smiled down at you, a fake smile, but only you could tell the difference.

You weren't sure where it all went wrong. It was always so perfect. It was messy and unconventional, but God, you loved each other. You were the couple that other couples envied. It was so beautiful. He was so beautiful. With his hair and his eyes and his gentle touch. He used to sketch you, keep photos of you in his wallet. He still does, but it's not the same.

It all just turned sour one day. You didn't see it coming. That's what hurt more.

Bucky was always coming over. You loved having him in your home, he practically lived there. And then all of a sudden he was sleeping next to your husband and you were crying in the guest room.

After a few weeks you got used to it. Steve was adamant that he was bisexual, and you understood. You let him be himself, you were no one to judge. The guest bedroom became comfortable. Nat would come over to comfort you. She would lay her head on your stomach and say comforting things, and tell jokes. She made everything feel better. The nights she slept over were the easiest, because at least you weren't alone in bed.

You begged Steve for a divorce at the start. But he just reminded you of what the team would think, and your family, and your friends. And you gave up on that idea.

Eventually it was the new normal. You and Steve were just awkward roommates. You still loved him, and he said he still loved you. You still talked, and laughed. You still cooked together, and watched tv together. You only played the couple in public. You even became comfortable with Bucky in your side of the bed. And then it got complicated again.

Steve excused himself to get drinks and Pepper turned to you with an excited expression.

"how's married life, you're still so young!"

"it's great! We're doing better, it's always been just me and him together"

You smiled at Bucky as you opened the door.

"Hey, Buck," you stepped aside to let me man in. He was tall and brooding, and honestly, you saw the appeal.

"Hey, Ste-" You shouted out for your husband, but stopped in your tracks when you turned around.

He was standing with nothing but a towel on, still wet from the shower. Your jaw went slack and you nearly dropped the cloth you were holding. He looked like a God, your God. You took him in for a minute, just watching with a love filled gaze.

"Yeah?" His voice echoed in your head as you snapped out of your daze. You blushed and stared at the floor.

"Uhm, Bucky's here," you mumbled, embarrassed. "You guys going out?"

"Nope," Bucky smiled down at you, and you suddenly felt very small. "Staying in. You baking?"

He was so quickly distracted by the smell wafting from your quaint little kitchen. You giggled at the man, he was so childish sometimes.

"Yeah, stop snooping in my kitchen. I'll call you when it's ready"

They disappeared into your - Steve's room and you broke down. You realised how truly fucked up this all was. You realised that you shouldn't love a man who loves another. You should be allowed to divorce him. People shouldn't be allowed to judge you. Your marriage shouldn't be fucking failing.

"How long have you and Steve been together, as long as I've known you anyway," Pepper giggled.

You prayed that Pepper would change the subject. You felt bare and alone without Steve by your side.

"We've been married for six years and we dated for four before that"

"Ten years?" She exclaimed happily. "That's impressive"

You nodded as you took a long sip from your drink and gazed around the party for your husband.

You knocked on the door to Steve's room. You balanced two plates of cake on your arm. Steve called out from behind the door.

"come in," it was muffled and he sounded distracted.

You fumbled with the handle and let yourself in. Bucky's face lit up at the sight of food. You placed the plates on the bed.

"doing anything interesting?" You asked, trying to keep your voice from breaking.

Steve nodded towards the tv.

"The Pianist? I love this film," you muttered quietly.

With that you left the room. You shut yourself into the guest bedroom and let yourself cry. Normally you would have called Nat and she would have made it okay. But it wasnt okay. It was insane. Your marriage had failed and you had just accepted it. You never even tried to fix it.

"You two must be so happy. You're such a beautiful couple, shame about the kids"

"We're happy by ourselves, Pepper," you smiled.

"so you two are in it for the long run, hey?"

"at least in this lifetime, we're sticking together. Me and My husband, we're sticking together"

You left your room when you heard Bucky walking towards the door. You walked into the entry way and waved him goodbye. Steve stood by your side, the two of you watched Bucky drive away before Steve shut the door. You smiled at your husband and began to walk back to your room.

"Y/N," Steve called out. His voice was hopeful and full of life.

You stopped in your tracks. You turned around to face him but kept your eyes trained on the floor. Steve held out his hand.

"C'mere," he muttered quietly.

You took his hand and he pulled you into his warm embrace. His hands wrapped around you, once cradled your head while the other rested at your lower back. You returned the hug. You buried your face into his chest nd wrapped your arms around his waist and squeezed. It was nice. It felt normal. You felt loved.

"are you okay?" He mumbled into your hair.

"Sometimes I feel like I am an idiot with a painted face, in the corner taking up space..." You trailed off.

"But?" He coaxed, holding your even closer. His own way of letting you know he was there.

"But when you walk in, I still feel loved"

"jump," he mumbled.

And you did. He carried you all the way to his bedroom with your face buried in his neck. He laid you in bed and got in next to you, pulling the duvet up. His hands lifted to caress your face. And for the first time you looked him in the eyes.

"I love you." He stated firmly. "I really love you. You're my wife, you'll always be my wife. Maybe we just had a rough patch but I miss you," he confessed softly.

"I love you, too. so much," you whispered with a smile.

He pressed his forehead against yours. Your mouths were slightly open, you could feel his breath across your cheek. For a while you lay there, breathing each others air. It was strangely romantic. Then he kissed you. And everything felt normal again.

"Y/N! Steve!" Pepper called out, making her way over to you.

You were at a garden party. Steve had his arm wrapped around you. You held his other hand in yours as you smiled at Pepper. Bucky was standing on the other side of Steve. One of your hands slipped behind his back to take Bucky's, just out of Pepper's view.

"Hey, Pepper. Lovely to see you again," you smiled.

"How long has it been?"

"Only a year"

You smiled. Only a year. Only a year and you fixed your marriage. Only a year and you felt whole again.

"You look so nice, what have you been up to?"

"Steve and I actually got our vows renewed. And Bucky moved in"

"How exciting!" She exclaimed happily. She was always happy about everything you did. Pepper always made you smile, especially now things weren't falling apart.

"How about kids?" She asked softly. "Still off the cards?"

"Actually," you started and Pepper's face lit up. "We're reconsidering"

"Well, things seem to be really coming together"

"Well, it'll always be me and him together."

#steve fluff #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers one shot #captain america fluff #captain america fanfiction #captain america fic #captain america #captain america x reader #captain america x female reader #captain america x you #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x bucky barnes #stucky x y/n #stucky x you #stucky

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avengerscompound · 3 years

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The Tower: Family - 14

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

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Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 3494

Warnings: Pregnancy, Smut (Bisexual orgy, oral sex, vaginal sex, fingering, hand jobs, light d/s, rough sex, come play)

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family. When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 14: Steve’s Game

Things were relaxed for a few weeks. Natasha and Wanda’s morning sickness had all but ended by the last ultrasound, so it was just me struggling in the morning and aside from the usual work things were stress-free. The major thing going on was the twins were about to start preschool and everyone was this mix of excited and panicked about it. Each of us a different blend of each.

We also couldn’t quite decide who of us should take them and pick them up on their first day. We would all agree to everyone going because we were all their parents and people should know that. Then someone would start worrying about them being teased or bullied about it and so we’d agree that it would just be the same two or four of us doing the pickups and drop-offs. Or it would be some in-between to that, five for drop off, five for pick up. Which of us should go would change when it wasn’t all of us at once. Sometimes we’d think it would be best if it was the biological parents because then it would be easier for people to accept. Other times we thought it best if it wasn't because they were our kids and biology didn't matter. We thought Steve should be there because he was the one we all turned to for the big decision making. Then we thought he absolutely shouldn't because of the attention he’d attract. Natasha was adamant that she go so she could cloak them on drop off and pick up.

Eventually, we decided that the first day was important. There were teachers to meet and while the class might be full with all ten of us walking around in it, they'd have to deal with it because we ten people were those two kids' parents and this was an important first for them. None of us wanted to miss it.

“Alright, my little ones,” Natasha said. It was the night before their first day of preschool and we’d been playing Candy Land with them in teams as we all sat by the large window that looked out over midtown. It was getting late for the kids and they were going to have a big day tomorrow. “You both start school tomorrow, so you need to go and get ready for bed. Who do you want to give you your bath?”

They looked at each other and scrunched up their noses. “Ummm… Daj?” Pietro said.

“Yeah, Daj,” Riley agreed. “You do da bubbews, Daj?”

Wanda laughed softly. “Yeah, I can do the bubbles.”

“And who should read you your stories?” Natasha asked.

“Umm…” Pietro said again, looking at Riley. “I wand… daddy Bwuce.”

“How about, daddy Steeb?” Riley suggested.

Pietro whined and stuck out his bottom lip. “Daddy Steeb don do da voices.”

“Damn, Daddy Steve,” Tony teased. “What kind of second rate act are you running?”

“I’m so sorry,” Steve laughed. “I’ll try harder from now on.”

“What if I read one and then Daddy Steve reads one?” Bruce suggested. “As a special treat?”

“Yeah!” Pietro said, bouncing in his seat.

“Alright then, come on monsters,” Wanda said, getting up. “Let’s go have a bath.”

They chased after her and I started packing up the board game.

“Can’t believe they’re starting school,” Sam said. “Gonna have to put bricks on their heads to stop them from growing.”

“Aww, no,” Clint said. “It’s cool seeing them become little people.”

“And we shall have four new little ones soon enough,” Thor added.

“We’re going to be drowning in dirty diapers,” Bucky said. “We’ll be thanking the universe they’re out of diapers.”

“I’m already thanking it for that,” Tony joked.

“How are you doing there, mama bear,” Sam asked, leaning down and rubbing my back as he kissing the side of my neck.

“I’m alright. Nervous but excited,” I said, reaching behind me and running my fingers down the back of his neck. “I’m gonna get some chocolate.”

He sat back with a chuckle. “It’s always sugar and carbs with you, huh?”

“I’m growing a human, I’m allowed,” I said getting up. I went and put away the board game and headed into the kitchen. It was sparkling clean and empty when I went in thanks to our private cook, and I beelined straight to the pantry looking for something sweet. I found a bag of peanut m&ms and when I brought them back out I was greeted by Steve with his arms folded over his chest and leaning in the doorway.

“Uh oh,” I said, pouring myself a handful of the colorful candy. “Dad’s here. Where did I do?”

“El,” he said sternly.

“What? What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I’m just worried about you, sweetheart,” he said coming over and putting his hands on my hips. “You seem a little tired and distant.”

I looked up into his eyes and held a red m&m to his lips. He opened his mouth, letting me drop the candy in, and nipped at my finger. “I’m fine,” I assured him. “I am tired. But the morning sickness has been kicking my ass. And the stress about tomorrow isn’t helping with it.”

“Why are you so stressed out?” He asked.

I shook my head. “We’ve been sheltering them so much. They don’t have a lot of experience with other kids and none their age. I worry they won’t know how to deal with being with a bunch of strangers. And then on top of that coming from us. Ten parents. Nine of them are probably the most famous people on the planet. There’s going to be kids there with Iron Man backpacks and Captain America t-shirts. That’s a lot for two little kids to carry on their shoulders. I’m just worried and I don’t know if I’m going to be able to relax enough to sleep properly.”

“Did you change your mind?” Steve asked. “Do you want to try homeschooling instead? We do have some of the smartest minds on the planet available.”

I shook my head. “I know. I’m not worried about them not being educated. They’re going to be fine when it comes to that. I’m worried about them not having friends or being able to socialize with their peers. I know what we have is good. They are loved and doted on. But they need to experience the real world too.”

“Tell you what,” Steve said, pulling my hips flush to his. “If they don’t like it, or it’s not working for whatever reason, we pull them out. Find a homeschooling group that likes the idea of having big field-trips funded for them and that’s where they can get their social from. So either way, they’ll get the balance.”

I smiled and wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest. “You’re so smart.”

“Thank you,” Steve said and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

“Why couldn’t my parents be more like you?” I asked.

He rubbed my back and pulled back, looking into my eyes. “We’ll make sure all our kids get the childhoods we wished we could have had. Okay?”

I nodded and he leaned down and kissed me deeply. My hand went to his jaw and his slid down to my thighs and he lifted me, placing me on the kitchen cabinet. His lips traveled along my jaw and he sucked softly just below my ear. “How about you go up and take a shower, get nice and clean. Then after I’ve read to the kids I can get you nice and dirty again.”

“Mm… Steve, your dirty talk is getting so good,” I teased and he spanked my thigh.

“Go on,” he said, letting me down off the counter. “You can decide if you’ve been bad or good.”

I started laughing and he raised an eyebrow at me. “Sorry,” I said, patting his ass. “You made me think of Santa.”

Steve wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me against him. “You do not make it easy sometimes.”

“I know,” I said, bumping him with my shoulder. “I’m a very bad girl.”

He spanked my ass again and I laughed as I headed upstairs, eating the m&ms. I poked my head into the bathroom on my way down to the master bedroom.

“Mommy!” Riley said, splashing the water when I came in. Pink bubbles were floating around their heads as Wanda wriggled her fingers, creating them from nothing, and both the kids had bubbles on their heads and chins.

“Hey, kiddos. You having fun?” I asked.

“Yeah, mommy,” Pietro said. “Daj maded de bubbews.”

“I can see,” I said, sitting down on the edge of the tub. “Daj is so clever isn’t she?”

“Yeah!” They said at once, bouncing in the tub.

“Well, I’m going to go to bed now, honey bunnies,” I said. “So I’m going to say goodnight to you now. I’ll see you both in the morning for school.”

“Otay, mommy,” Pietro said, standing up in the tub. I smiled and gave him a kiss goodnight and then kissed Riley too.

“Sweet dreams, kiddos,” I said.

“Sweet dweams, mommy,” they both said together.

I got back up and Wanda took my hand. “I’ll be down when I’m done with them,” she said.

“Okay, beautiful. See you in a bit,” I said.

I went and took a shower, washing my hair, and taking the time to let the hot water relax my muscles. When I was done I dried off and put on lotion before dressing in a sheer blue cami and thong.

Wanda was undressing when I came into the bedroom from the wardrobe and she smiled at me.

“They in bed?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, tossing her skirt into the laundry hamper. “Bruce and Steve are in with them now.”

“Steve’s going to meet me in here,” I said, climbing into the swing bed.

She smirked and climbed up onto the mattress and began to crawl over to me. She was still dressed in her matching black lace panties and bra and knee-high black socks. The swell of her stomach doing nothing at all to detract from how sexy she was. “He won’t be the only one.”

She brought her lips to mine, and we kissed slowly and passionately, our lips caressing against each other and our tongues dancing together. I tangled my legs with hers and my stomach pressed against her baby bump. There was no frantic rush to proceed. We were just killing time, kissing, and touching each other.

My cunt flooded. My arousal soaked through my panties and smeared on her bare thigh. The door opened and I looked up, expecting to see Steve but finding Clint instead.

“Well, well,” he teased, closing the door behind him. “What do we have here?”

“Nothing much,” I hummed, running my fingers up Wanda’s side. “Just killing time.

“Well, I was gonna have a shower,” Clint said, taking off his shirt as he sauntered over to the bed. “But this looks like much more fun.”

He unfastened his pants and pushed them down, tripping as he tried to step out of the legs and landing sprawled on the mattress and making the bed rock back-and-forth wildly.

Wanda and I started laughing. “Nice one, Clint,” I teased.

“Hush,” he said as he crawled up behind me. He leaned over me and began to kiss Wanda as he rutted slowly against my ass and massaged my sensitive breasts. His cock started hardening against my ass and I moaned loudly and rocked my hips between them.

The door opened again and this time when I looked up there were three people silhouetted in the doorway. Steve was standing at the front of Bucky and Sam with his arms folded over his chest. The three men surveyed us, I could see Sam smirking as Bucky shifted on his feet.

“Elise,” Steve scolded. “I don’t remember saying you could start without me.”

I sat up quickly and pulled my legs up against me. Wanda and Clint sat up too. Clint bouncing with excitement while Wanda tilted her head and looked at Steve with an expression telling me they were having a silent conversation. I assumed it was about what was about to happen. I was excited too. Wanda wasn’t super into any level of BDSM, but she did seem to have fun being on the side of it while other people were doing something mild. It was almost like she liked the roleplaying aspect but not the physical side. Bucky on the other hand I’d never known to participate at all in this kind of thing. It was going to be fun to see what Steve had in his head that had made him want to bring both Sam and Bucky along with him.

“We’re playing a Steve game? I didn’t know we were playing a Steve game,” Clint said excitedly.

Wanda gave a little nod and Steve stepped into the room properly. He walked around the side of the bed and turned the levers so the bed would be held firmly in place. Sam closed the door behind them as Steve sat on the edge of the bed. Wanda quickly moved so she was sitting in Steve’s lap. “So it seems to me,” Steve said as he unhooked Wanda’s bra. “We have one very good girl and one very bad girl and they both need a seeing to.”

Wanda giggled and tossed her bra aside as Steve leaned down and sucked on her breast. Bucky and Sam began to undress as they watched on as Wanda moaned and let her head fall back and her hands tangle in Steve’s hair. My eyes kept flicking from Steve and Wanda to Bucky and Sam as I sat buzzing with anticipation. Steve pulled back and gently massaged Wanda’s breasts. “There’s four of us though, so I think we should be able to take care of them,” he guided Wanda to her feet and pulled her panties down. “Who’d like to start with our very good girl?”

“Sounds like fun,” Bucky said, stepping forward as he stroked his cock. “What do you say, Wan? You gonna be good for me?”

“I’d like that, Bucky,” she said, guiding him back onto the bed and straddling his waist.

Steve grabbed my ankle and dragged me over to him. I squealed and he pulled me up into his lap. “Our bad girl is going to need a firmer hand I think,” Steve said and tore my camisole straight down the front. I squeaked and he wrapped his arm around me and began to palm my cunt. “She’s going to need to be shown who’s in charge. Who’s up for that?”

Sam stepped up. “I think I’m up for that,” Sam teased, pumping his cock. “If you know what I mean.”

“Oh my god,” Clint cackled. “That was the perviest dad joke ever!”

Steve pushed me to my feet and ripped my thong at the waistband, so both it and my cami fell to the floor. Sam stepped close and grabbed my wrist, spinning me around so my back was pressed against his chest. His finger slipped between my folds and he rubbed my clit roughly as he nipped at the shell of your ear. “You’re already so wet and ready for my cock, princess,” he whispered against my ear. “How about you bend over the bed for me, princess?”

“How about you make me?” I taunted, grinding my ass back against his dick.

Sam shoved me forward so I was bent over the bed facing Wanda and Bucky, and spanked my ass hard. I gasped and wriggled a little on my feet.

“What are we doing?” Clint asked, moving over to Steve.

Steve pulled him close and began to palm Clint’s cock. “We’re going to be patient, enjoy the show and when Sam and Bucky are done we’ll have our turn.”

I watched as Wanda slowly rolled her hips as she rode Bucky. He leaned up pulling one of her nipples into his mouth and making her mewl and throw her head back. While I watched, Sam lined himself up with my entrance and thrust hard in. It pushed me forward on the mattress and made the bed sway slightly even though it had been tethered down. “Fuck, Sam,” I moaned loudly.

He spanked my ass and wrapped his hand in my hair. “None of that talk,” he growled.

“Fuck you,” I mewled.

He spanked me again and began to just rail into me. He pulled my hair, yanking my head back while at the same time he pressed down in the middle of my back. “No, princess,” Sam said. “It’s you that is going to get fucked.”

Clint started laughing again. “Sam! Seriously! You can’t do dad jokes during sex.”

I started laughing and Sam spanked me hard again, making me yelp and jerk under him. “Do something about the mouthy bird will you, Cap?”

Steve grabbed Clint’s hair and whispered into Clint’s ear. “Yes, sir,” Clint mewled, letting Steve hold him with his head yanked back.

I turned my focus to Wanda. She was panting heavily and Bucky was fucking up into her as he suckled on her breast. I could see how close she was and there was something about seeing him much more tame and gentle sex happening in front of me made the way Sam was pounding into feel even more intense. I started moaning and trying to hold myself up. Sam wrapped his arm around my waist and rubbed my clit hard as he leaned right over me, so he was pressed down on me. “You wanna come, princess?”

“Yes, please, Sam,” I begged. “Please.”

He pinched my clit and picked up his pace and I came, screaming out. Sam groaned, grabbing my hips and thrusting hard into me as his orgasm hit and he emptied inside me.

Our orgasms seemed to drag Wanda over and she threw her head back and moaned loudly as it shuddered through her. “Alright, Clint,” Steve said, patting his thigh. “Your turn with Wanda.”

“Hey, wait a second. I’m not done yet,” Bucky complained.

“You’re gonna help me with El,” Steve said moving over to me as Sam slipped from within me. He picked me up and flipped me over, putting me back on the bed so my head was hanging over the edge. Wanda rolled off Bucky, onto her back and Clint crawled up between her legs, kissing the insides of her thighs.

Steve pushed my knees up and tapped the head of his cock on my clit as Bucky teased my lips with his cock. I tilted my head back, opening my throat up and letting Bucky push his cock into my mouth as Steve thrust into my cunt. Bucky went slow but deep, testing my limit and blocking my airway as he pushed his cock down my throat. His cock was soaked in Wanda’s juices and I hungrily sucked her tart fluids from him. Steve on the other was relentless. He pounded into me, pushing me further down onto Bucky’s cock with each thrust. I went to grab Bucky’s hips, but Steve grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the mattress. I was vaguely aware of Clint and Wanda beside us, but only in an abstract way. All my focus was on Steve and Bucky and my impending orgasm. Sam began to rub my clit and an orgasm crashed down on my immediately, I mewled into Bucky’s cock as I shuddered around Steve, but neither man eased up, they both just kept fucking me even harder than before. Steve guided one of my hands up and it touched on Sam’s cock. I started to jerk him off. The men would kiss and whisper things to each other above me but what they were saying, I couldn’t tell.

Another orgasm hit and then a third. I could barely hold myself together. Wanda had moved up close to me and when a fourth hit both Bucky and Steve pulled out at once. I choked and arched my back, my whole body quaking with my orgasm. Wanda put her head on my shoulder and cupped my jaw, pulling me into a kiss, and around me, Steve, Bucky, and Sam jerked their cocks. As Wanda and I kissed, Steve, Bucky, and Sam came, painting the two of us in hot white ropes.

“Fuck,” Clint groaned and reached over, and ran his fingers through the mess. “You both look so fucking hot.”

“And you are such a dirty bird,” Sam teased and spanked his ass.

“Alright, you two,” Steve said, scooping me up as Bucky picked up Wanda. “Let’s get you cleaned off and get you into bed. Big day tomorrow.”

I hummed and curled up in his arms not at all concerned about sleep at all.

// NEXT

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charcubed · 3 years

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They’re not doing anything to deny the possibility (that at this point is just becoming bigger and bigger with each episode) that Bucky was (still is) in love with Steve and honestly I don’t know how to feel about this...... Will I be happy if they subtly confirm Bucky has been in love with Steve all along? Of course I will. Will I combust and then perish if it’s also hinted that Bucky’s love for Steve was unrequited? Without a sliver of doubt.

Different anon: My only fear is that they’re leading us on to make us think that they might confirm that Bucky loved Steve romantically and then make Bucky become Straight™️ all of a sudden at the end of the series I HAVE ONE (1) FEAR

Another different anon: I was wondering what if someone discussing bucky's patriotism tells him something along the lines of "you've literally sacrificed your life for your country" and he goes "I didn't do it for my country" I think I would leave this plane of existence

I’m combining y’all because I don’t want to run the risk of repeating myself across multiple posts lmao. Hope that’s cool!

ALL OF THIS IS A FUCKING MOOD

Listen... listen. Firstly, patriotism anon: not even fucking with you when I say I’m half expecting something like that. Except I almost feel like it isn’t subtle enough? Then again, this is the show that just gave us “Mr. America” as a line, so maybe I should stop assuming subtlety is the only name of the game here. Regardless, love that concept, big brained content, 10/10.

The other two of you: I, too, have fears. I just simply try to not dwell on the fears in this house, because if I’m gonna have a sliver of ill-advised optimism, then I’m gonna ride that wave to the bank. Like I might as well have fun as long as I can, right? Keeping the energy.

That being said: stop reading now if you don’t want Fears talk because for you, I will go into it. I have already previously given these concepts much thought because of who I am as a person.

Hinting that Bucky’s love is unrequited: honestly... that’s what I’ve been expecting for 2+ years already. Mostly because, like, here’s the logic: if we are to believe Steve’s ending with Peggy is legitimate as seen on the surface in Endgame, we are then to supposedly believe he was not in love with Bucky Barnes. (Haha.) So by default, then, a reveal of Bucky’s feelings that is not followed by a reveal that Steve is trapped / never meant to leave at the end of Endgame implies that Bucky’s feelings must be unrequited. However! I intend to argue otherwise regardless, because the mutual use of “till the end of the line” implied reciprocity as far as I’m concerned. So if they reveal Bucky loved him, the reciprocal love is all but confirmed, bitches. (Side note: Steve loving Bucky is of course not the only reason I have conspiracy theories about a reveal about Steve’s whereabouts, by far, but it’s also always a relevant factor.)

Regarding the idea of a reveal of Bucky's feelings and then him being Straight™ at the end of the show: before someone comes for your ass or my ass and claims this is ~bisexual erasure,~ I would like to state that people would have the right to be upset with that, considering the wider context and the wider implications a move like that in media would have. It would be “Bucky was in love with Steve, but now that we’ve sort of addressed that, he never needs to be visibly queer on screen again! All is well! Haha look at him dating a woman. He’s bi though!” Media does not exist in a vacuum, etc. etc., people could rightfully get pissed about that. They could have him go on a date with a man though. That would be both bold and interesting. Objectively, would I rejoice for what that rep means? Well, sure. Subjectively? I DON’T WANT THAT. LOL. Like... if I have to see him start to try to “move on” after a reveal that he loves Steve... I will wither away. Especially if it’s with a woman because it adds insult to injury. Like if they circle back around to him going on another date with Leah in the end after that reveal, I will cry. I mean, on the one hand... if Steve isn’t coming back, will Bucky need to heal from that? Objectively, sure. But on the other hand: fuck that noise. Only way I’ll accept seeing Bucky go on a tentative “moving on” date so soon is if it’s immediately followed by an end credit scene teasing Steve’s eventual return. For the pure angst potential in that shit. [bangs gavel]

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starbuckie · 4 years

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Some Quarantine Lovin’ Epilogue: Always Be Together

Marvel Highschool! AU

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Obscene amounts of fluff, kissing, swearing, kinda a lot of angst

Description: Bucky Barnes is absolutely, no doubt about it, in love with Y/N L/N. He’s loved her since the day he laid eyes on her in the third grade. He loved her when he had his own girlfriend, and when he was barely friends with her for a whole summer. And of course, in his freshman year, they are now stuck together. In a house. During a worldwide quarantine. This should be fun.

Words: 2,943 words

A/N: Well, we’re at the end! Thank you so much to everyone who’s been following this series, as it’s my first fic, and is so special to me. Natasha’s story is also very personal, as I’m still trying to figure out how to tell my parents that I’m bisexual, and they’re kind of closed off to the LGBT+ community and can only hope for what I wrote for Natasha. As always, thank you to my badass beta @transparentfestivaltiger and I really hope you’ve enjoyed this journey with me, and that you all continue to stay safe and healthy. Love you <3

When the shelter in place order was lifted from New York, life went by so fast. Jobs slowly started to open up again, people picking up the pieces of their lives that had broken during quarantine. The cure still hadn’t been found yet, but hope still stayed strong within everyone’s heart. It had taken much longer for scientists and doctors to find the curative to the virus, but the day it was announced was one to remember. Happy cheers could be heard everywhere around Brooklyn, tears rushing down everyone’s faces, for those who had previously lost their loved ones to the virus and to new beginnings. The community all came together and they all knew they could be stronger coming out of the worldwide pandemic.

The rest of high school went by fairly slowly, considering they had spent nearly a whole semester online. Everyone had trouble recovering from the effects of quarantine, but it got easier as they went along. Bucky and Becca both became part of the Rogers family easily, the endless stream of love and happiness radiating them all the time. Mrs. Rogers had been a motherly figure to him all his life, aspects of her reminding him of his own ma, and he was brothers with Steve, which was pretty great in his opinion.

By the end of high school, Natasha had come out to her parents, which was something both of them tried their hardest to understand. The redhead was shocked when they told her that they should have known and that they were sorry if they had ever made her feel unloved or left out, a reaction she could have only dreamed of. Both of her parents were still trying to understand her and her needs to feel safe and comfortable, and though it wasn’t perfect, Natasha couldn’t be more grateful that her parents were trying.

Throughout the rest of high school, the “Golden Boy Trio”, as the girls liked to call them, continued playing baseball together, all three of them getting scholarships in their junior year. Eventually, Sam was the only one who accepted his scholarship, as the two other boys had already planned what they wanted for their futures.

The sweet couple, however, continued to grow together, both as people and a pair, falling deeper and deeper in love with each other every day. Yeah, that was something that was never-ending, no matter the circumstance. Y/N and Bucky went around the school known as the high school sweethearts, the two students who were irrevocably and completely infatuated with each other, and that was obviously fine with them.

By the time the end of their senior year rolled around, Steve was already dead set on joining the U.S. Army, something both of his parents were proud of, though terrified as hell for as well. Wanda and Sam were both headed for sunny California, her wanting to major in psychology and him on a full-ride baseball scholarship to UCLA. Natasha had been offered a chance to study under a fashion designer in France, so she ended up leaving just mere weeks after graduation, bringing lots of tears and promises to talk whenever she could. Bucky and Y/N though, they were staying in their home state of New York, both of them on scholarships to Columbia and NYU. After all, Bucky needed to look after Becca, who was five years old by then but already had an extreme attitude and a tendency to be very, very, clingy. Joseph and Sarah Rogers loved her even more for that.

Bucky and Y/N’s dorms weren’t far from each other, and they were happy that their relationship wasn’t long-distance. Study dates at coffee shops became frequent, and their love for each other only growing. Around their junior year of college, the couple was already having talks about getting married soon after their graduation. Both of them were planning on continuing for their masters at their respective schools, but after nearly six years of their relationship, they both knew that they wanted to be together for the rest of their lives.

Kids had thoroughly been discussed though. After taking care of Becca since he was thirteen, he wasn’t rushing to have any of his own any time soon, and he made it clear that he wanted to wait until after college. After all, they hadn’t even graduated yet and still had five more years of their education left before Y/N went off to her internship.

Oh, how quickly the tables had turned.

Y/N had managed to get pregnant at the very beginning of their final year as undergrads. She had freaked out, not knowing if Bucky would leave her, not knowing how the fuck it had happened, and what she would do with the baby. She had finally decided to keep it a secret for a few weeks, at least until she found out how to tell her boyfriend, but after she started to refuse drinks and get sick more often, Bucky grew suspicious. Now, James Barnes was a smart man. He had remembered when he was a teen and his mama was sick when she was pregnant with Becca, so naturally, he questioned his girlfriend.

“Are you pregnant, Y/N?” Bucky asked her quietly. He didn’t seem mad, but his tone made it certain that he was dead serious. Taking a shaky breath and trying to hold back her tears for her own sake, she nodded her head and grasped his hands.

“Yes, James.” She sighed. “I’m pregnant. And,” Y/N took a deep breath, “I’m going to keep it.” Silence was all that surrounded the room. Normally, silence with the two of them was soft, it was comfortable, like a blanket of comfort and relaxation. But this was high-strung tension, uncertainty mixed with unsaid awkwardness. Bucky’s heavy sigh was all that was heard, and Y/N let go of his hands as he got up and left the room.

Y/N was in shock. Hand covering her mouth, her strangled sobs echoed back to her throughout the dorm. He’d surely tell her parents. Or would he want to even do anything with her? She was still in school, and she had to go to med school the next year. Her parents would never support this. God, what mess had she gotten herself into?

No more than fifteen minutes later, Bucky broke in through the front door, panting and nearly wheezing with the loss of air he had. However, he saw Y/N’s red, puffy eyes with her clearly wet cheeks and saw where he went wrong.

“I thought -hic- you left, Bucky.” He instantly wrapped his arms around his shaking girlfriend, his eyes filling with tears after realizing that he had hurt her. The one girl that meant the most to him in life, that he loved with his entire heart, and he’d been the one to make her cry.

“Doll, no, no, I promise you, I’m not going to leave you.” Bucky lowered the two of them to a laying down position on the couch, legs intertwined and chests pulled together. “I will never, ever leave you, and we’ll find our way through this together.”

Y/N rubbed at her eyes, relief filling her body at his words until she felt a sharp object poking into her hip. “Buck, what’s in your pocket?”

She noticed the sharp intake of breath he took. She noticed that he was fidgeting with the object in his pocket. She noticed that he was breathing rapidly. She noticed him getting on the floor, kneeling with an open box in his hand.

“Y/N, you’re my best friend. You have been for fourteen goddamn years, and you have seen me everywhere. My highs, my lows, when I was drunk off my ass puking in my bathroom and giving a speech at our high school graduation. You of all people know that I am a very organized person, but trust me, this is the one time you will see me unprepared. But, our lives have always been a little unconventional, haven’t they? We had our first kiss in the middle of a global pandemic because I was too scared to tell you that I liked you anytime in the six years before that. Our first time together was when we were eighteen at the Time Hotel in Times Square and we went in our pajamas to McDonald’s right after. And now we’re going to have a baby. I already know you’re going to be an amazing mother, and there’s no better time to do this than now.” Scooting closer to Y/N, he stared into her eyes, still red-rimmed from the crying, but a huge dopey smile plastered on her face. “I asked your parents for your hand last week and they said yes, so we have their blessing. Y/N L/N, the love of my life, will you please make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?”

Y/N nodded enthusiastically and threw herself into his arms. “Of course I’ll marry you, Bucky.” Bucky was crying at this point but he didn’t even try to wipe them away as he slipped the silver band onto her finger. She grasped his face in her cold hands and kissed him feverishly. “I love you, James.”

Smiling like a fool in love, which he was, he placed one last lingering kiss to her lips. “I love you too, Y/N.” Moving his hand down to her stomach, which hadn’t started showing, he rubbed it soothingly. “And I already love this little one too. How long have you known, baby?”

Y/N covered his hand with her own and let out a watery smile. “Three weeks. I didn’t know how to tell you, and I’m sorry I didn’t earlier.”

“No, no, no, baby, you have nothing to feel sorry for. I can understand why you felt scared, and I’m going to be honest, I am too. But we’ve gotten through so much together, what’s a little human compared to us?” Bucky grinned wider at hearing her sniffly giggle and he sat her on his lap on the wood floor of her NYU dorm.

“So who’s going to be the one to tell my mom and dad that you knocked me up and proposed to me?” His eyes widened and she laughed harder at the expression on his face. Sure, he didn’t want to face the wrath of her parents, but if it made Y/N happy, he’d do it with no hesitation at all.

The pregnancy was difficult during school. Especially because they went to different schools, Y/N struggled with being alone so much that she eventually moved back into her house with her parents. Bucky would always show up once a day when he knew that her courses were done, whether he could only stay a few minutes or the night, and talk to the baby. Though he'd previously said that he didn’t want kids until he was done with college, he’d been nothing but absolutely amazing and protective since finding out Y/N was pregnant. A bit too protective though.

Three weeks before she was due, which was also right before their graduation, the couple started to get into more and more heated arguments. Bucky insisted that she needed to stay home and do absolutely nothing, but Y/N still had more finals she needed to take at school. Her stress from both hormones and classes got to her, and finally, she talked to her teachers, asking to just make the finals all in one day so she could go home earlier and not wait it out. It took some convincing, but they finally agreed and passed all her finals with flying colors, which made her cry with happiness.

Two days before graduation, little Winnie Sarah Barnes was born. After six hours of pain and screaming, Winnie came into the world happy as a clam. Y/N’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. Rogers, Becca, and Natasha all came to support the happy couple. Wanda, Sam, and Steve couldn’t join this momentous occasion with them, but all three sent letters and called many, many times to see the precious baby.

The next four years of college went by fast with Winnie in the family. Y/N and Bucky finally got married, something everybody was able to attend. Steve had come back from his first tour by then to be the best man and Natasha as the maid of honor. It was very small, simple but elegant, and the new Barnes couple could not be any happier with how one of the happiest nights of their life went. Y/N graduated NYU at twenty-six with a Doctor of Medicine and applied for an internship at NYU Langone Medical Center while Bucky got offered a job as the creative writing teacher at the high school they went to. “Full circle, huh, baby?” He’d jokingly said to her after he got the email. And a full circle it was indeed.

2033

“Buck, we need to bring him. He really, really doesn’t wanna stay with MJ tonight.” Y/N ran around their shared Brooklyn apartment frantically, her crying son in her arms. Bucky and Y/N’s family was in absolute chaos. Bucky had come back from the high school late, Y/N nearly forgot to pick up Winnie from after school care, and their four-month-old son, Steve, did not want to be taken care of by the babysitter, MJ. Of course, their family was normally in disarray, with Y/N’s shifts at the hospital and Bucky’s demanding students, but tonight was their ten-year high school reunion, and between the four in their family, it was a disaster.

“Mommy, I can hold Stevie, you can go get dressed,” Winnie said in a quiet, sweet voice. Placing a delicate kiss on her head, Y/N thanked her and scurried off to get ready. Bucky was pretty prepared, looking handsome as always in his button-down blue shirt and black slacks, short brown hair combed neatly. “You look nice, daddy.” His daughter said while sitting on the couch next to him. He was about to thank her as she started speaking again, “For once.”

Crinkling his nose playfully and gasping in mock offense, he took Steve from her arms and tickled her sides, breaking her into peals of giggles. “Do I not look nice all the time, sweetheart? I can’t believe my own baby daughter doesn’t think I’m handsome.” Y/N heard the laughter from the hallway as she headed towards the living room.

“Well, my beautiful, beautiful husband, I think you look very handsome, like you always do.” Y/N quipped from the entrance. Bucky and Winnie turned their heads towards her, and both of their eyes widened. Letting out a low whistle, her husband’s eyes roamed her body in the appealing red dress and black heels.

“Damn, hot mama,” Bucky readjusted Steve in his left arm and slid the other one to cheekily squeeze Y/N’s ass, “you look gorgeous.” Even after fourteen years of their relationship, Y/N couldn’t take one compliment, and heated up under her husband’s lustful gaze.

“Mommy! Mommy! I wanna look pretty too, can I wear your heels later?” Laughing, Y/N picked Winnie up and spun her around quickly before pulling her into a crushing hug. “Ugh, mama, you’re going to break my spine.”

Both Bucky and Y/N shared confused glances at their daughter’s sudden sass. “Where did you learn to get an attitude like that, missy?” Bucky asked.

“Auntie Becca, she always sasses the boys at her school, she says. She always tells me to ‘screw them over and have some fun with my ladies’.” Y/N nearly wheezed with how hard she was laughing, knowing of fifteen-year-old Becca’s sass. Bucky on the other hand was absolutely appalled that his younger sister was teaching his children these things.

“Of course your Auntie Becca sasses the boys, she can’t keep her damn mouth shut to save her own life.” Bucky grumbled, making Y/N peck his cheek and grab his hand.

“I called my mom, she says she and my dad can take the kids tonight, thank God.” Swatting his butt, she scooped Winnie up in her arms and started to make her way to the door. “You two are going to stay with Grandma and Grandpa tonight, does that sound good?” The little girl in her arms nodded excitedly, ready to be spoiled by her grandparents.

After Bucky and Y/N dropped their kids off at her parent’s house, they rode to their old high school in comfortable silence, just the radio playing Bucky’s old Spotify playlists.

“We’re going back to the place where we started.” Bucky said all of a sudden. Y/N shifted in her seat to look at his with a raised eyebrow.

“We met in third grade, baby, do you not remember that?”

Sighing, he took her hand in his and rubbed small circles on the back of her palm. “Well, I mean where we started. Like in a relationship, when we were sent home for quarantine, when I kissed you in your ma’s kitchen, and I took you on a date to Prospect Park.” Looking into each other’s eyes, the couple smiled. “We’ve come a long way since then, haven’t we?”

Leaning over to kiss him, short and sweet, she replied, “Yeah, yeah we have.”

Riding the rest of the way in their blissful bubble of happiness, the couple reminisced about their freshman year of high school, all where their quarantine love had started.

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lesbianlovelanguage · 4 years

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situation #22 sentence #24 steve harrington

Hi anon! I hope you enjoy some hella jealous Steve 😊

Warning: There’s a whole lot of swearing and Steve kind of beats himself up a little about not being as smart as Billy, but it all works out in the end!

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Steve was annoyed, and that annoyance was quickly working towards outright anger.

He couldn’t deny it anymore. He was jealous. Jealous of Billy Hargrove, no less. Robin was going to have a field day when she found out. Granted she had chalked it up to homoerotic tension or some shit, but Steve wasn’t gay, or bisexual, or whatever terms she threw his way.

As Steve was busy glaring a hole through the lunch table, mentally recounting all of the reasons he was jealous of Billy, the man himself walked over to his lunch table and sat down right across from Steve.

“Don’t think too hard Pretty Boy. Might hurt yourself,” Billy said with fake concern.

“Fuck off Hargrove,” Steve growled.

“Oh Pretty Boy! You wound me!” He tacked on a hand to his chest and swooned backwards as if he were a damsel in distress, which just led Steve to roll his eyes.

“Oh piss off. I’ll see you in English,” he snapped, quickly gathering his lunch and pushing off to go find somewhere else to sit. Before he could stand up though, Billy snatched his wrist and tugged until he was leaning over the table towards the blond.

“I don’t think you want to leave until you’ve heard my offer.” Billy whispered before letting go of Steve’s wrist to shoot back down and resume eating his lunch as if nothing had happened. Steve considered the boy in front of him for a minute, taking in the small, delicate gold hoop in his left ear and the ocean blue eyes he cou-girls could get lost in. Billy’s air of nonchalance had Steve’s interest peaked, so he slowly sank back into his seat.

“Alright Goldilocks,” Billy’s head shot up at the nickname, but Steve pressed on. “What’s your offer?”

“Well, Bambi, I couldn’t help but see your last test score in Mrs. Jager’s class and I thought I could be of assistance. I’m assuming you need to pass this last test?” He asked the question with a raised eyebrow and a growing smirk.

“You’re- You’re seriously offering to tutor me?” Steve wasn’t prepared for this.

“Yeah, Pretty Boy. That’s exactly what I’m offering.” Billy sat back and flashed Steve a smile that was all teeth, clearly expecting an answer.

Steve mulled it over. One of the top things on his Jealous of Billy Fucking Hargrove list, yes he had a list, was his brain. The guy was fucking brilliant. Never seemed to study, but always got A’s no matter the subject.

But he was also a certified asshole. This could be the perfect ammunition against Steve, the proof that he was stupid and nothing but a pretty head of hair and bullshit. Ever since his fall from King Steve, it seemed that most of the school’s population was out for his blood and this would be like opening up a buffet for public enemy number one.

Fuck it. What else did he have to lose?

“Sure. My house, 5 o’clock.” He shot out, before he could lose his nerve.

“Wow Pretty Boy, so excited to have me all to yourself?”

“You wish Hargrove.”

It was 4:45, and Steve was deeply regretting his decision. Why had he accepted this? He knew he had a D in Mrs. Jager’s class, and needed to pass to graduate, but was it worth letting Billy Hargrove in his house?

Rather than getting sucked into a cycle of negative thoughts, he readjusted the snack bowls he had laid out on the coffee table. A spread of pretzels, grapes, chocolates, and popcorn set in a line of tastiness. God he was turning into a suburban housewife. Before he could scrape the bowls though, there was a loud knock from the front door. Show time.

Billy was wearing the same clothes from school, a pair of dark wash jeans that fit his sculpted thighs perfectly, and an equally tight Metallica t-shirt partially obscured by his infamous leather jacket. Made Steve feel entirely underdressed in his sweatpants and oversized sweater, which was stupid because it wasn’t like this was a date or some shit. Steve wasn’t gay, he could just appreciate Billy’s aesthetic and dedication to working out. Right?

He led Billy into the living room, expecting at least some form of ridicule from the snack layout, but Billy merely set his bag down next to the couch and flopped onto it. He looked up at Steve from where he had sprawled out.

“Ready Pretty Boy? Or you need another minute to gawk?” The mocking didn’t hold the same venom as at school though. It seemed playful instead, as if being away from their peers softened Billy’s edges.

“Ready when you are Goldilocks.” He pushed Billy’s feet off the couch and took a seat where they had been, pulling out his math textbook as Billy did the same. Steve also pulled out a beat up notebook, but Billy made no move to do the same, just opened up his textbook to the pages due tomorrow.

“Aren’t you going to pull out your notes?”

“Don’t need them Baby. Got it all up here,” he said, pointing to his head. Steve felt jealousy begin to flare up again at the clear boast. How could he have no written notes, whereas Steve needed pages to barely understand the problems. He stamped it down though, deciding to focus instead on the problem at hand, or rather the problems.

By the two hour mark, Steve only had five problems to show for all his hard work. Billy had, of course, finished all twenty problems in the first thirty minutes and then spent the rest of the time helping Steve, but with every explanation he gave, Steve’s jealousy and impatience only grew until he finally blew up. They had been working on the same problem for twenty minutes when Steve shot up from his seat, bumping the coffee table and sending everything on it flying.

“I’m done. I’m over it. I’ll fucking fail, it’s fine!” Steve said, getting louder with every word until he was shouting.

“Pretty Boy, it’s fine. You’ve almo-”

“Don’t you fucking finish that sentence Hargrove. I don’t ‘almost got it’,” Steve mocked, “and I wish everyone would stop saying that shit. I get it, I’m fucking stupid. I’m nothing but a pretty boy, going nowhere in life, with no future beyond being a fucking ice cream boy or some shit! I’m bullshit.” He spat the last word with all of the venom he could muster, hearing Nancy do the same almost as clearly as she did that night. “It’s fine Hargrove. I release you from your tutor shit or whatever.”

Steve didn’t realize how close to crying he was until he said the clear dismissal. Great, now not only would Billy be able to say how stupid Steve Harrington was, but also that he was a crybaby.

He expected laughter, mocking retorts, even just for Billy to pack up and leave but what he got instead was Billy silently standing up and walking over to Steve, carefully avoiding the debris on the ground. Once he got to Steve, he carefully put a hand under his chin and tried to raise his head from where it had bent over in an attempt to hide the tears.

“Steve, look at me. Please?” Billy said softly. The gentle tone in his voice, as if he were afraid Steve was made of glass, ready to shatter at the wrong move, sent Steve over the edge. His head snapped up and he shot the coldest glare he could make at Billy.

“Let me go.”

“Not until you tal-” Steve lost it. All of the jealousy and rage and frustration and self-pity reared up. Steve pushed Billy back with all his might. He flailed in the air for a moment before catching himself on his back foot. Once Billy regained his balance, he looked directly at Steve, a challenge in his blueblueblue eyes.

“So that’s how you want to play it, Stevie?” He said, lunging towards Steve, who had frozen in shock at the fact that he had pushed Billy. They both fell to the floor and proceeded to wrestle for a few minutes before Billy finally pinned him down, arms held above his head and Billy straddling his thighs. They were both panting, clothes rumpled and hair a mess. Billy got his composure first, and leaned into Steve’s face.

“Now you have to listen to me Bambi,” he said, breath ghosting over Steve’s cheekbones, sending a shiver down his spine.

“No I don’t. Get the fuck off me.” He struggled, trying to pull his hands out of Billy’s tight grasp, but Billy only put more pressure on them.

“Not until you fucking listen to me Steve. You are not just some dumb bumpkin pretty boy. Yeah, you may be gorgeous, practically pretty enough to eat,” Steve scoffed at the statement, but quickly shut his mouth with a glare from Billy. “But you’re so much more than that. You’re kind, and patient, and a great fucking babysitter. Max never shuts up about you. You’re an awesome captain for the team, a fantastic leader. You’re strong and brave and sure, you’re not the brightest, but you understand people Steve. That- That’s incredible.”

“Why are you saying this?”

“Because, I never want you to feel like you’re not good enough. You amaze me Harrington. Every. Damn. Day.”

Steve broke eye contact to glance down at Billy’s lips, and for the second time that day threw caution to the wind.

“Can I- can I kiss you?”

“Fuck yes. Please,” Billy almost whined. Suddenly, Billy wasn’t pinning him down anymore, hands leaving his wrists to frame his face as he leaned down to give Steve a sweet, tender kiss.

“Been wanting to do that since Halloween baby.” Billy whispered.

“Why didn’t you?” Steve said, matching Billy’s whisper.

“Didn’t think you wanted it.”

“I definitely want it now Tiger.” Billy growled at the nickname, and Steve’s world was a blur for a few seconds as he was manhandled onto the couch, this time on top of Billy.

“Show me how much.”

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So, uh, yeah! Let me know if y’all enjoyed it! I’m hoping to get the rest of these prompts out tomorrow but we’ll see...

#harringrove #harringrove ficlet #tay writes #steve’s not the smartest #but he has so much else to offer #harringrove fic #tutor au

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lonelyandlovelorn · 4 years

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Protector - Part 4

A/N: One more part, but I’m thinking about writing an epilogue.

Genre: angst, comfort

Warning: mentions of abuse

Word count: 1400

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x fem reader

Summary: Your son finds a hero to save you from your abusive husband.

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Protector Masterlist

You felt like you were living out some weird dream. First, a literal god saves you from your hell of a life and is kind and gentle to you and your son. Then, he takes you back to the Avenger’s Tower, where you meet hero after hero, all of whom are very nice to you, even in their confusion. It all seemed too good to be true.

This is all you could think as your self-appointed guardian walked you through more hallways in search of the team’s master assassin’s. In their early days, you idolized Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff for being on a team full of super people (in terms of powers or intelligence or tech) and holding their own. That’s not to say you didn’t still respect them today, but you simply had moved on to another chapter in your life, ruled by responsibilities and fear.

No matter how much you felt you matured since then, you couldn’t help the excitement at getting to meet the woman you had obsessed over when you were younger. When you walked into the kitchen to see the two assassins sitting at the breakfast bar together with coffees in their hands, you couldn’t think of anything to say. Lucky for you, your son had no shame or nerves, so he immediately ran towards them, raving about their super cool “ninja moves” and how much he liked Natasha’s hair. Similar to Tony and Bruce before them, both seem accustomed to speaking with young children, which was understandable considering how many of them absolutely loved the heroes. After a moment of watching them interact with your son, Loki cleared his throat from next to you. You could see both of them tense, but turn to look at him anyway.

“Barton, Romanoff, this is Y/N.” They both seemed to look you over quickly, make eye contact, and turn back to you.

“Nice to meet you,” Clint said amicably.

Natasha took a moment before saying anything, but what she asked shocked you. “Did he get the guy?” Even though you were startled and a little unsettled to have been read so easily, you knew that she had quickly discerned what had happened, so all you could do was nod. They both seemed to turn appraising eyes to your savior, neither quite so bitter towards him as they seemed when he entered the room. They didn’t look ready to braid his hair and talk about crushes, but they didn’t seem quite so ready to fight him, either. Without a word, they both returned their attention to Noah, talking to him for a few more moments before sending him back to you. With a small wave, you followed Loki out of the room and into the living room.

On the couch, you saw who you were pretty sure were called the Scarlet Witch and the Vision. You didn’t know much about them simply due to the fact that they weren’t such public members as Captain America or Iron Man, nor had they been around at the peak of your obsession. Neither was particularly talkative, but each greeted you kindly and spoke for a few minutes with Noah about their “super awesome” powers. Much like everyone else he met, they seemed charmed by your son and his innocent excitement.

Following these two, you were ushered towards the elevator, to go down a few floors. Loki spoke very little during your times alone, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. He held doors open for you and kept relatively close to you without touching you. You might have been creeped out by it, but it felt as though he was holding a protective position. Loki asked FRIDAY who was in the gym, but he seemed like he already knew and was simply asking to confirm.

“Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes, and Sam Wilson are inside currently,” the voice your son thought was magic responded. Loki nodded and continued to lead you to the door ahead of you, opening it for you and gesturing you in.

The first thing you heard was the familiar sound of a fist hitting flesh, and you couldn’t contain your flinch. When you recoiled, you bumped into Loki’s chest, and he rested a comforting arm on your shoulder, gently urging you forward. After a deep breath, you walked into the room to see the impressive sight of two super soldiers sparring. They were faster than you thought possible and even though they both took several hits, they were laughing and teasing each other as the third man stood off to the side.

Your son’s gasp seemed to catch their attention, and they both looked in your direction curiously. Noah turned to you. “Mommy, can I go meet Captain America, please?” You were impressed he had stayed calm long enough to ask you that, but the moment your head moved in the semblance of a nod, he was sprinting at the men.

With Loki’s hand now on the small of your back as though to guide you, you followed at a much slower pace. Though the appearance was guidance, the true purpose of his arm on your waist was to provide continuing comfort, as you could feel that you were reaching your limit of meeting new people. Sensing this, Loki leaned in and muttered, “Only one more after this, I promise.” You nodded in relief.

Once again, your heart warmed at the way they all spoke to Noah. When you approached the group, they looked up to you. Once again, Loki introduced you to the heroes. They all smiled at you, though you could see them all assessing the bruising on your face. You saw some eyes shift in the god’s direction, but no one asked what they were clearly all wondering.

Loki rolled his eyes in response to the silent question. “No, it is not my doing.” Seeing the skeptical look on Steve Roger’s face, you rushed to your protector’s aid.

“He saved me from the man who did this.” Though you wanted your voice to come out confident and sure so as to further support your claim, it was soft and unsure. Even so, however, the men seemed to relax and accept it.

Steve and Bucky introduced themselves, you returning the smile but not bothering to tell them you had studied them in high school and knew probably more than they would want you to. Sam grinned at you and held out his hand. “I’m Sam Wilson and if you ever need anything, feel free to ask me.” You could see his attempt at charm and couldn’t contain your small giggle as you reached for his hand to shake. You heard Loki let out a small huff in frustration.

“If you’re done flirting, Wilson, I’ll be taking her to meet my brother now.” The men all seemed to laugh together about something you couldn’t quite figure out, but it seemed to have something to do with the way Loki acted towards you. Ignoring them, Loki turned you to leave the gym. Noah followed, latching onto your hand and waving at them. “Bye Mr. America! Bye Mr. Bucky! Bye Mr. Falcon!” You could see on their faces that they were just as charmed by Noah as everyone else who met him.

The last person you had to meet was the God of Thunder himself. You found him in a different kitchen than the one from earlier. He was eating whatever it seemed he could find in the well-stocked cabinets. Loki stopped you in the doorway, clearing his throat to catch his attention. At the sound, Thor turned to you with his mouth full. He looked to Loki in confusion before smiling at you and greeting you boisterously. You introduced yourself and Noah, who stepped up to him to talk animatedly about his hammer.

You laughed watching Noah try to lift it with all of his might. You were sure that even if he had been “worthy” or whatever the legend was, he still wouldn’t be able to pick up something over half his height. You were sure you even saw Loki’s lips twitch up at the scene, and given the sideways look Thor sent him, you guessed it was rare.

You weren’t sure what would come or how long you would stay, but you felt that you couldn’t stay with better people. And among them, you were most grateful for your protector.

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tastingmellow · 4 years

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Getting to Know You

A/N: Two fics in a roooooow? I know, I know LMAO. I told y’all I was coming back. I went through a loooong period of writer’s block and deep deep depression but things are a hell of a lot better and it’s only up from here, babies!

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Platonic!Black!Reader, Brunhilde x Black!Reader

Summary: Thor’s known you for a while but he’s always discovering something new about you. But after Brunhilde enlists his help with asking you out, he discovers something quite new.

Warnings: Fluff! (My Specialty) Angst if you squint and tilt your head. Confused Thor. This one’s a little gay folks! BISEXUALS UNITE.

Word Count: Ha, I still don’t know, leave me alone.

It started when Thor noticed you ogling the waitress when you, him, Bruce, and Brunhilde went out to breakfast. The waitress was beautiful he knew that so it wasn’t much of huge deal for him until you excused yourself to the bathroom but when he looked up you were flirting with said waitress. That made Thor even more confused. Did you lie? No, maybe you just ran into the waitress on your way out the bathroom. You giggled as the waitress started flirting back, writing her number on the back of your hand. You winked at her before trotting back to the table, taking your seat beside Thor again.

His confusion only worsened when he noticed you eyeing Natasha and Brunhilde as they talked. He didn’t know who your eyes were set on but he could tell you were attracted to whoever it was. Your eyes finally ventured from them but you were immediately trapped in Thor’s gaze. You gave him a nervous smile before looking down at the plate of food sat in front of you. His eyebrows creased further but he ignored the confusion for a second.

“Lady Y/N, have you called the waitress from the diner yet? You seemed quite interested in her.” Thor spoke with a smile on his face but he immediately frowned when you started choking on your food. Steve patted you on the back as you attempted to clear out your throat, taking a sip from your glass of water. “Wh-what are you talking about, Thor?”

“The waitress, from yesterday morning. I saw you got her number. Did you ask her on a date?” Your eyes grew wide and you laughed cautiously before shaking your head. “Oh, no. Not a date, we just uh...knew each other from mutual friends and she wanted me to give her number to our...our friend.” You gave him a weak smile before picking up your plate and placing it in the sink.

“I’m getting pretty tired, I’ll see you guys in the morning.” You ‘yawned’ before quickly shuffling of the kitchen and into your room. Eyes followed you out of the room as everyone looked from you to Thor. Bucky tilted his head before taking a bite from his pizza. “Wonder what that was about...”

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Later that week Brunhilde pulls Thor to the side before movie night began. “Hey, I wanna y’all to you about Y/N.” Thor’s eyebrows raises as she smiled at him. “I’m thinking about asking her out...” Thor pauses, even more confused through everything that’s happened that week.

“You want to ask Lady Y/N on a date.” Thor asked and Brunhilde nodded. “Yeah, she’s just...she’s super sweet and she’s always checking in on me. I’ve liked her for a while and you mentioning whatever waitress there was...it gave me the push I needed.” Thor blinked before it clicked. “Oh...oh! Oh Gods, Y/N is a lesbian?” He whispered and Brunhilde shook her head.

“No, she is bisexual.” Brunhilde laughed to herself. “She’s not out to everyone...just me and Tasha, probably Tony too but I’m not sure.” Thor laughed to himself and placed his hands in his hips. “Well, now it all makes sense. What can I do to help you two?”

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It started small. Brunhilde asked you on a date and you said yes, it was amazing. The two of you went to an amusement park then to dinner, you got to spend all day with one another. Once the two of you were back at the tower you stole a quiet kiss before you both made your way to your respective rooms. However when you into your room you were bombarded by a small bi flag placed into your cup of pencils on your desk.

You stared at it before deducing it to Brunhilde having snuck in and put it there. You shrugged and chuckled to yourself before you took a shower and headed to bed.

It slowly escalated from there. When you had come back from training with Steve a larger flag rested on your bed. It was probably about the size of a pillow case. When you had left Brunhilde’s room quietly in the night you gasped as you saw a huge Bi Pride flag tacked to your wall.

The final straw was when a bunch of mini flags along with a t-shirt sat on your bed. You collected all the flags and stomped into the common area throwing all the items on the floor in front of the team. “Who did this?” You point to the pile of flags and everyone looked from it to you.

“What the fuck keeps doing this? Is this shit funny to you?” You looked across the room of avengers and none of them said anything, all confused as to what’s happening. “Listen, if you wanted to know you could’ve just asked or maybe fucking waited until I was ready? Not sending out these stupid ass signals for what? You know? Okay, I get it, you know I’m bisexual but for Christ’s sake why are you doing this?!”

Steve stood up and placed his hands on your shoulders. “Doll, none of us did this. I, personally, didn’t know until now but I know none of us would ever force you to do something you weren’t ready to do just yet.” You looked at Steve, your frustration melting slowly before your eyes landed on a guilty Thor.

“Thor...did you do this?” You tilted your head as he sighed, standing to his feet. “I did, Lady Y/N. But I swear to Odin, I had no idea this would offend you. I just wanted to voice my support after Brunhilde confided in me.” Your eyes moved to Brunhilde who bit her lip nervously. “Honey, it slipped out, I swear. I didn’t mean to tell him I just...wanted to take you out and I knew Thor was close to you and I had thought he had known already...”

You sighed and took in a deep breath before shaking your head and placing a kiss on Brunhilde’s forehead. “It’s okay...I should’ve told him first anyway.” You chuckled to yourself.

“Wait, Y/N’s bi?” Tony spoke up and you nodded, a sheepish smile on your lips. “She indeed is.” Natasha spoke up and Sam scoffed. “Tasha knee before us?” You shrugged and leaned against Brunhilde. “It was just easier to tell her and Wanda first.”

“Wanda knee too?!” Wanda winced. “In my defense, I unintentionally read Y/N’s mind while she was talking to Brunhilde.” You smiled while Brun wrapped an arm around your waist, placing a kiss on your cheek. “So, Y/N and Brunhilde are together...down for threesomes?” Bucky spoke up and you scoffed while Steve slapped the back of his head.

“Not all bisexual people are into that, jerk.” You gave Steve a grateful smile.

“Uh Huh, yeah, biggest one you have. Make it blue, purple and pink...yes, like the flag, dumbass!” Tony spoke over the phone and you groaned to yourself.

“Looks like the Avengers are gonna be in pride next year.” Wanda spoke up and you chuckled before pulling away from Brun and bumping your shoulder against Thor. “Thanks for accepting me, Thor.” He hummed thoughtfully and kisses the top of your head.

“No problem, little dove...flags were a bit much?”

“Yeah, too much.”

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etherealwaifgoddess · 4 years

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Run To You - Chpt.2

Summary: Steve calls Bucky to tell him he was right and the two get to know each other a little more. Still drawn to one another, the guys go out on their first date. Master list is HERE :)

Content Warning: mention of past child neglect/ abuse in regards to how Bucky lost his arm. It’s only a couple paragraphs but it’s depressing AF.

Word Count: 3.3k

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! There is a smidge of angst in this chapter and I had never really intended for it go that direction. Damn characters not behaving the way I want them to! I apologize in advance for giving you some sad feels on this one, I got myself with them too. But hopefully there’s enough fluffiness to balance it out. XOXO - Ash

Chapter Two

Becca sleeps the day away but it’s a restless fever ridden sleep with her waking up every few hours to cry that her stomach hurts. Bucky manages to catch cat naps while she sleeps but they’re both exhausted by the time the day is over. He manages to get some fluids in her once she’s fully woken up and she keeps most of it down, much to Bucky’s relief. He hates seeing his baby girl sick and is thankful for his medical training, so that he knows what to expect and look out for. It’s just past seven o’clock at night and while they would normally be doing Becca’s bath time routine, he doesn’t have the heart to disrupt her. She finally drank the rest of her Pedialyte and is half watching an episode of Wonder Pets while her eyes droop sleepily. He waits until her eyes stay shut for a few minutes before awkwardly scooping up the little girl to carry her off to bed. He doesn’t have a free hand to turn off the TV, having taken off his prosthetic the second he got back from the bodega, but figures he needs to go back out to clean things up for the night anyways.

“Bucky?” Becca slurs sleepily as he lays her down in her bed.

“Yeah, Becs?” He pulls up her comforter, getting it tucked tightly around her body like she prefers.

“Love you.” she half says, half yawns.

Bucky fights back the tears that prickle in the corner of his eyes. “Love you too, bug. Get some rest.”

Becca gives a little nod and then sprawls out into her usual sleeping position.

Bucky shuts off her lamp and closes the door, leaving it open just a crack in case she needs him in the night. She seems to be getting to the otherside of whatever virus she’d caught but he knows it isn’t always a sure thing. He hopes he’ll only have to miss one day of work staying home with her but knows it’ll most likely be two.

There isn’t too much of a mess to clean up but Bucky busies himself with turning off the TV and clearing the coffee table. He’s washing the dishes and debating his dinner options when his phone buzzes angrily in his back pocket. Drying off his hand, he pulls out his phone and sees Steve’s name on the screen. Bucky swipes to accept the call and nestles the phone between his shoulder and jaw. “Hey, Steve.”

“Bucky, hey.” Steve replies eagerly. “So I’ve spent the last six hours doing nothing but reading history articles and I gotta say, you were right.”

Bucky smiles as he rifles through his cabinets for something to eat, “I suspected as much. How far off is it? Out of curiosity.”

Steve sighs heavily through his nose and Bucky wondered how exasperated the other man must look. “It’s pretty fuckin’ terrible.” he finally admits.

Bucky laughs, “Wow, you really do know how to curse!”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, ya jerk. It was just… surprising, I guess, to see how much these so-called experts missed. Don’t get me wrong, I know some people had it okay and some people had it a lot worse, but the way they make the whole thing feel so… sterile... I don’t know. They don’t seem to capture the feel of the times. Like yes we had food rations, but they don’t tell you how small those rations were. And how even if you got your stamps you might not be able to find the food you had a stamp for. My mother had to go all the way to Queens one time just to buy eggs so we’d have something with protein to eat.”

“That sounds terrible, I can’t even imagine.” Bucky juggles the phone carefully as he pulls down a tin of tuna.

“We made it, somehow. And it wasn’t all terrible all the time, but it was a sight worse than they make it out to be. It’s like that now too, isn’t it? The world isn’t quite as progressive as people like to think it is?”

Bucky pauses, trying to sort out his words. “It is and it isn’t. I think my experience is a little different than most but it’s definitely not the rainbows and goodwill that they say it is.”

Steve’s voice is low and rich like good bourbon pouring across the phone lines. “Tell me what it’s like for you, then.”

Bucky stills, shocked by the raw earnestness of Steve’s words. There’s an undercurrent too, like something whispered in a lover’s ear in the dead of night. It stirs things inside Bucky that he hasn’t had the time or inclination for in a really long time. Figuring he should reciprocate the honesty Steve has afforded him so far, Bucky hops up to sit on the kitchen counter and gets himself comfortable to tell his story. “Well, I grew up in a little backwater town in Indiana. The biggest export of our town was meth and most everyone was affected by that. People used religion like a weapon and thought The Republican Way was gospel. I didn’t fit in to any of that from day one and it made growing up there hard.”

“What were you like as a kid?” Steve asks, curious.

“I was pretty much everything that town wasn’t. My parents weren’t really able to take care of me so I figured out early on how to care for myself. I was angry a lot because of that once I got older. I didn’t really try to fit in. I studied hard, worried about getting good grades so I could earn scholarships to a decent college and get out of there. I didn’t care much about religion and was fiercely liberal from the time I understood what politics were. And I’m queer, that didn’t help me fit in either. I, uh, I hope that doesn’t bother you.” Bucky falters, knowing Steve’s generation was a lot less forgiving about that sort of thing.

“It doesn’t. I’m bi, actually. We did have homosexuality back in the thirties despite what the historians think.”

“Holy shit.” Bucky blurts out. Captain America is bisexual.

“It’s not something that comes up a lot, but I don’t hide it when asked. Somehow it never seems to make the news though.”

“I think it would seriously fuck with some people’s world view if it did. That’s good, though. That you don’t have to hide it. It’s one of those things that isn’t quite like the news reports it. Sure, things are a hell of a lot better now for queer folk, but we still get bullied, discriminated against, sometimes even killed.” Despite himself, Bucky yawns deeply. He’s beyond tired but unwilling to hang up.

“You sound exhausted.” Steve notes, “I should let you go.”

“No, it’s okay. I just had a long night followed by a long day. I’ll crash soon and hopefully Becca sleeps in tomorrow.”

“Becca is your… daughter?”

“My sister, actually. I adopted her when she was born. She feels like she’s mine but I never wanted to hide that fact that I’m her brother, not her dad. I don’t want her growing up not knowing who she really is.”

“You’re pretty amazing, Buck.” And Steve means every weighted word of it.

Bucky shakes his head, almost dislodging his phone in the process. “Just got lucky enough to make a better life for myself, and her. That’s all.”

“I think there’s a lot more to it than that, but okay. Really though, I should let you go. We can talk another day? Maybe grab that lunch together?”

“Yeah, definitely. My schedule is a little crazy but I have off rotation in a few days, we could go out Thursday while Becca’s at preschool?”

“It’s a date. I’ll text you later this week so we can figure out the where and when.”

“Sounds like a plan. Night, Steve.”

The warm smile on Steve’s face practically shines through the phone line, “Night, Buck.”

Bucky hangs up and stares around his tiny apartment in amazement. If you had told him a week ago that he was going to insult Captain America to his face and end up befriending him, he would have called you crazy. It’s a little odd having to separate the public persona he knows as Captain America, from Steve, the real guy under the cowl, but Bucky is looking forward to getting to know the real him better.

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“The best pizza in Brooklyn, huh?” Steve questions, squinting up at the shop’s sign.

Bucky nods enthusiastically. “Definitely. They still use the old fashioned brick ovens and homemade sauce. Fresh herbs, locally sourced cheese. It sounds fancy but it’s really just good, old school, pizza.”

“We’ll see. Sam recently introduced me to the concept of a dollar slice, and I think anything will be better than that.”

“Oh man, yeah. Some places are decent, but most are shit.”

Bucky and Steve order a large pie to share, picking a small table in the back to sit at. Steve is amused when he spots a cooler with real glass bottles of soda and grabs one for each of them. Bucky smiles when he sees the bottles, able to guess Steve’s amusement at seeing something familiar.

The pizza is up before they know it and Steve is moaning at the first bite. “Sorry.” he mumbles around his mouthful of gooey cheese. “It’s really good.”

Bucky swallows quickly so he can respond, “Told ya.”

Steve nods, properly contrite. “You did. Thanks for bringing me here.”

“Any time.” Bucky smiles over at him and wonders what it would be like if they were out on a real date. One that ended with Steve walking him home and kissing him goodnight. He tries to shake the fantastical idea from his mind but it lingers, coming to the surface whenever Steve looks at him a little longer than most would find polite.

They’re quiet through Steve’s first two slices, Bucky finishing his first as Steve goes for a third. Bucky has a healthy appetite but Steve is something else. “Super soldier, sorry.” Steve tells him with a shrug when he sees Bucky eyeing up his plate.

“No judgement here. Everyone’s gotta eat.” Bucky assures him.

Steve slows down enough to make conversation after a little while, asking Bucky questions about his job and Becca. Steve is infinitely impressed with Bucky’s job as an ER nurse considering his mother had been a nurse and he knows first hand what a toll that profession can take on people.

Bucky catches Steve glancing at his sleek metal prosthetic but the blonde is too polite to bring it up. “You can ask, you know. Most people just make assumptions about it, none of which are even close to the truth.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve apologizes, “I didn’t want to be rude.”

“You’re not. It’s not my favorite topic but I’m better talking about it now. Go ahead, ask.”

Steve hesitates but trusts Bucky to know his own mind. “Okay, then. Bucky, how did you lose your arm?”

Bucky takes a steadying breath and dives into the polite for public version of how he lost his left arm. His parents took him to the lake one summer when he was six, he’d begged for months and they finally agreed to drive out to spend a day there. He got a scratch on his arm and it got infected from the lake water. His parents weren’t too great on the whole “parenting” thing and didn’t notice when it got infected until he collapsed. At that point the arm was too far gone and the doctors had amputated it just above the elbow.

What Bucky leaves out is that the scratch had actually been a gash and he’d gotten a beating for being careless before they headed for home. Sitting sorely in the backseat the whole bumpy ride home, using his own tshirt to wrap around his arm to help slow the bleeding. It was his transformers tshirt and it had been his favorite. Bucky leaves out the week of agonizing pain as the gash got worse, the infection burning and itching horribly until he couldn’t handle it anymore. Both of his parents were too strung out to notice and he’d tried, the best he could at that age, to put band-aids on it but then he caught another beating for using up all the band-aids. Bucky doesn’t tell Steve that the days he spent in the hospital were some of the best he could remember back then. The nurses were nice and brought him hot food three times a day. On Friday an ice cream cart came around. There were books he could read and other kids he could play with. When it was time for him to go home, he’d cried the entire way.

Bucky notices Steve is staring at him expectantly and realizes he's gone silent, lost in the less than pleasant memories. “Sorry, it was a long time ago.” he clears his throat, pushing past the ugly memories and moving on, “I got this bad boy through a grant from a children’s hospital when I was fifteen. It was strange having two arms at first. Up until that point I’d spent most of my life with just the one. It was after that hospital stint that I decided on nursing. The nurses who cared for me during both of my hospital stays were just amazing. They took what could have been really scary experiences and made them into something good. I wanted to be able to do that for someone else, someday.”

“Nurses are definitely superheroes.” Steve acknowledges. “My ma worked in the TB ward when I was a kid. She just had this way about her that she could spin any negative life threw at her into a positive. She was incredible. And I wasn’t an easy kid by any means.”

“Yeah, I heard something about that in the history books. Something about you being a feisty little shit always getting himself in trouble.” Bucky smirks, waiting for Steve to dispute it.

“It wasn’t quite as bad as they say it was. I only broke up a handful of fights over the years and always bullies who deserved it. I was as sick as they claimed though. The medical records were all real and my poor ma worked herself to the bone just trying to keep my lungs and heart going.”

“I feel for her. Even with medical training, it’s awful watching your kid get sick. Becca has some issues, she was born premature, and even though I know exactly what’s an annoyance versus a true issue, it’s still so hard watching her struggle.”

Steve’s expression falls, “I’m so sorry, Buck.” He reaches out across the table on impulse and grasps Bucky’s hand in his. “What, uh... if you don’t mind me asking, what issues does she have? You’ve seen my list and part of that was from being a preemie myself. It’s not like mine, is it?”

Bucky wants to melt through the booth into a puddle at the warm heavy contact of Steve’s hand over his. “No, not quite so bad. Her immune system isn’t the greatest, she has asthma that we have relatively under control, a heart murmur that the docs still think will close as she gets older, she’s anemic but has meds for it, and she’s never quite been out of the danger zone on the growth chart. She’s just a tiny little thing, but she's the cutest little girl you’ll ever lay eyes on.”

“I have no doubt. She’s really lucky he has you.”

They’re quiet for a moment, nothing to fill the silence but Steve’s thumb rubbing rhythmically over the ridges of Bucky’s knuckles. “Sorry, I didn’t exactly pick the happiest first date topics, did I?” Steve forces a painfully awkward laugh, taking back his hand as he tries to think of a less serious topic for them.

“First date, huh?” Bucky grins despite himself.

Steve blushes from the tips of his ears down past his collar and Bucky wonders just how far down that blush goes. “It doesn’t have to be. Unless you want it to be one. I had a really great time, regardless. I don’t get out mu-”

“Steve!” Bucky cuts him off, waving his hand in surrender. “Breathe a minute so I can answer.” he pauses and Steve takes a slightly dramatic breath, shooting Bucky a wry smile. “There we go. I had a really great time too. And yes, I’d like it if this was a date. And if there are more dates following this one.”

“Oh,” Steve is rendered speechless by the warmth blossoming in his chest. “That would be swell.”

“Swell? Really?” Bucky laughs in disbelief.

Steve’s blush flares to life again. “Sorry, sorry. Old man word, I know. What are the kids using these days? Nifty?”

Bucky groans, “Cool, Steve. Just stick with cool.”

“Okay, cool.” Steve sasses playfully.

Bucky rolls his eyes before checking his watch. It’s almost time to go get Becca, they had spent two hours talking and it still feels like not enough time. “Shit. I gotta head out for Becca. Preschool lets out at three.”

“Not a problem, I’d say I’m sorry for keeping you so long but I really enjoyed myself.” Steve snatches the paper slip with their bill on it and hurries over to the counter to pay. “You were right, so lunch is on me.” he insists.

“That’ll teach you not to bet against me, huh?” Bucky quips.

“I don’t know. This worked out pretty well for me. I learned a lot of new stuff, broadened my perspective on some things, went out with a cute guy, ate the best pizza in Brooklyn, and it sounds like I’ll get to go out with that cute guy again. I think this turned out pretty good.”

Bucky laughs and gives him a playful shove as they leave the pizza shop together. They pause along the brick wall of the shop, neither man wanting to part ways just yet. “I don’t have off rotation for another three days but I’d like to see you again.” Bucky says, toying with the hem of his shirt. He feels like a damn teenager again.

“Whenever you want, Bucky. My schedule is flexible unless I get called away for a long mission. I’ll take whatever time you’re willing to share with me.” Steve doesn’t want to push, but he’s willing to do whatever he needs to in order to see Bucky again.

“I appreciate that. I know my schedule isn’t traditional but it’s my life for right now.”

“And that’s okay.” Steve assures him, though he looks pretty nervous suddenly. He clears his throat twice before he finally asks, “Would it be too fast if I asked to kiss you right now?”

Bucky’s pupils flare at the question, his reaction answering Steve before his voice does. “Not at all.” he murmurs moving closer to Steve.

Steve’s lips are a breath away from Bucky’s as he whispers “Oh good” and takes the kiss that Bucky so freely gives. Steve fights for composure, they’re on a public sidewalk for heaven’s sake. Bucky’s mouth slots against his like missing puzzle pieces, both warm and insistent as the kiss deepens.

Steve kisses like he’s drowning and Bucky is reeling to keep up. How something so innocent turned so quickly is beyond comprehension but Bucky doesn’t want it to stop. The alarm on his phone reminding him it’s pick up time for Becca ends things quickly though. “I’ve gotta get Becca. Like, now.” he breathes raggedly against Steve’s mouth.

“Okay. Okay.” Steve repeats like he’s convincing himself. “To be continued?”

“To be continued.” Bucky agrees, leaning in for one last quick peck and then heading off to go pick up Becca.

#stucky #stucky fanfic #shrunkclunks #modern day au #modern au #non winter soldier bucky #nurse!bucky #parent!bucky #captain america #steve rogers #steve rogers x bucky barnes #kid!becca barnes #adopted child #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fandom

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Big Mouth Season 3 - Very Much Still Important

Review of Season 2 and 1 , major spoilers ahead

Alright, I finished watching season 3 the other day, and I have to say bravo to the writers, because they always manage to leave us wanting more. What truly awaits these pre-teens this summer? I’m happy that they’re done with seventh grade, but will the next season be about summer vacation, or will we get to see them go right into eighth grade? There’s been news of a spin off about the world the hormone monsters live in, will that be what holds us over until season 4?

Right from the first episode, I knew it was going to be a good season. The show continues to have a good balance between what is happening to both girls and boys at this age. I remember being in the seventh grade, and second guessing every single fashion choice I made. I didn’t really have a figure until ninth grade, but there were other girls that were already blossoming, and I felt self-conscious. Was I pretty enough? Am I frumpy? Is my hair too frizzy?

This season did another great job of showing not only what boys are going through at this age, but also the girls. Because the boys can’t control themselves, and because no one tells them to, the girls are forced into an absurd dress code by this scum bag:

I think we have all had a Mr. Lizer in our lives at some point. The guy who comes off as nice and caring is really just misogynistic and creepy. He mutters under his breath about he hates the girls, especially Jessi. Not to mention that he made Lola think the foot rub was all on her. At 13 of course she would think, how would she know any better? What he did was disgusting and wrong, and I’m glad he got fired.

I’m proud of the girls for taking their bodies back. It was brave of them to take a stand and show that the dress code was stupid. They may not have done it in the best way, but they still proved a point.

Nick and Andrew are a topic I’d like to discuss. We’ve know since season 1 that these boys have been best friends for a long time. We also know that they’ve been growing apart since season 1. Andrew was the first to go through the hormonal change, and Nick was left to catch up. In season 2 Nick went through three different hormone monsters while trying to figure things out with a girl he liked. Andrew stayed hung up on Missy, and somehow got involved with Lola, which just messed up everything else for him. He slowly started to realize that he was becoming a lot like his father. This season Nick got obsessed with his phone, and even though Andrew made many attempts to talk and hang out, he realized that Nick really is just a douchebag. They had their seasonal fight, and instead of becoming friends again, Andrew expressed how he really felt. Nick stopped being there for him. I don’t think Andrew is in the right, but he did recognize that their friendship had become toxic, and enough was enough.

The only time Nick was there for Andrew this season was when Andrew started to lust after his cousin. I’ll say it - that shit was messed up. I was grossed out that they went there, but this could be some real shit that boys go through, idk. And Nick kind of encouraged it and didn’t at the same time. The whole thing was weird.

Nick was wrestling with the fact that Jay was basically living in his house. That’s a major change to go through. He also betrayed Andrew by kissing Missy, and then lying about it. Andrew doesn’t own Missy, and she can do whatever she wants, but neither one of them thought about how the kiss would hurt the people around them. And then when Nick realized he didn’t like her like, he just cast her aside.

Missy went through a lot this season too. She finally got a hormone monstress.

Side note, did anyone else feel sad that Connie didn’t say bubble bath once this season? No one else? Okay, moving on. This new monstress pushes Missy out of her comfort zone. Missy is able to keep some of her boundaries, but something about acting in that play opened something up for her. I loved when her and Jay wrote the fan fiction together. I can’t remember when I first started reading fic, may have been in seventh or eighth grade, and I always thought it was weird thing for me to like. Then I had mentioned it to a friend in ninth grade, and she’s still my best friend ten years later! I was happy to see that Jay didn’t make Missy feel weird or ashamed. I wished we could’ve seen more of this new friendship. AND Missy was the one to get the uniforms disbanded by wearing her same old clothes. I hope she’s able to find a balance with her newfound self.

And poor Jay, he is one of the funniest characters on this show. You never know what he’s going to say, but it’s usually obscene. I lost it when he said something like, “my balls are going to shit”.

We get another close look at Jay’s home life. His family leaves him at home for spring break, and he tries to not let it bother him. He embraces Nick’s family, and becomes a better person by living with them. They discover that he has ADHD and just needed aderol. Unfortunately, Jay sells his medication to his friends, which makes him go back to the way he was. TAKE YOUR MEDS MY FRIENDS! Jay eventually goes back home, and shows what he can add to his family, and they finally accept him. Jay too also comes to terms with his sexuality, and discloses to everyone that he’s bisexual, and he’s okay with it. But no one takes him seriously. He has a heart to heart with the new girl Ali, who told everyone she was pansexual. I know Andrew Goldberg has apologized with how he went about this, but I’m just gonna say that Ali came on a little too strong. All sexualities and gender are valid, periodt.

Jay also called out his friends for fetishizing the fact that it’s “hot” that Ali likes everyone, but it’s not as cool when he comes out as bisexual. He felt hurt and unvalidated. We see you Jay!

Now it’s time for our girl Jessi.

This girl CANNOT catch a fucking break. I was happy to see her figure her body out. That can be straight up awkward, and it can make you want to give up. I love how they showed it with a water rapid, good use of metaphor. And she has been such a good friend to Matthew, covering for him with Adrian. But who is there for Jessi? At one point it was her, Andrew, and Nick, and one of them said, “At least we have each other. Virgins til college”. At that age I can see how that might be a bad thing, but I know a lot of people who were virgins in college. They didn’t graduate that way, but they came in that way. That was the most I saw of the three of them really interact this season. It’s crazy that these last three seasons are all things that happened over the course of a school year.

I need space to say, I am fucking done with Jessi’s mom. Jessi has been more than gracious with letting her mom become who she is. Shannon should be able to explore, and it’s okay that she got divorced, but she has not gone about anything in a good way, and now she’s just starting to be selfish. When Jessi hears her mother orgasm, is it hilarious for us as the audience, of course, but as a 13 year old girl, I would be so mad and mortified. Not only does Jessi have to deal with Shannon and Cantor Dina breaking up, but her dad has begun to see someone new, and now her mom wants to fucking move?! I would have been so pissed off. Again, Shannon should be able to live her life, but she has a young daughter. Couldn’t she wait to go to the city until Jessi is at least in high school? College? Why not let Greg move back in to live in the house with Jessi?

Jessi comes to terms with it at the end of the season, and I think that’s really big of her. I’ll be sad if she ends up getting uprooted. That damn depression kitty needs to leave her alone too. Not one of her friends bothered to check on her about it either, and Nick and Andrew knew she was depressed! That shit doesn’t just go away.

THE FAB FIVE

I was living, henny! I didn’t know which episode they would be in, but this was just amazing. I am so glad they all made voice cameos for this. JVN stole the show of course, and it was so funny to hear they all swear. When Bobby went off about how little the other guys do while he did a whole “fucking” room renovation??? HE WAS RIGHT AND HE SAID IT! And the bird noises Antoni made??? Incredible. Would have loved to see him shrieking into the microphone. I do think the funniest line was when JVN said, “the dumb ones pound the hardest, henny”. I fucking died. They really lightened the mood, and what a great redemption for coach Steve! I am so glad he got his job back.

There are many other things to get into with this season, but what I’d like to end on is that the kids really grew up. People don’t stay friends forever. I had friends in middle school that I did not stay friends with in high school. Even high school I didn’t keep the same friends. Obviously we want to see these kids make things work, but I still think it was very grown up of Andrew to tell Nick he forgave him but didn’t want to be friends anymore. I think when we’re kids we stay friends with people, or keep ourselves in certain situations because we want to be around cool people. I’m very curious to see where this show takes us in season 4. They all went through a lot, and 7th grade really is the most awkward year of them all. So who knows, maybe 8th grade will be better. They’ll have had a whole year of new hormones under their belts. What do y’all think is in store for our friends next?

#big mouth #big mouth season 3 #nick kroll #john mulaney #nick #andrew glouberman #missy #jessi #jay #hormone monster #connie #maya rudolph #IMMM GOOIINNN THROUGHH CHANGES #didnt get into the ghost stuff but i loved that episode with duke #jordan peele #netflix #netflix original

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(1/3) The whole "reylo is the only feminist star wars ship" thing reminds me a lot of the "actually stucky is feminist and steggy is a straight man's ship" posts that the stucky shippers were pushing post endgame. I know there's a lot of racism tied up with the reylos and finn and john that didn't exist between the stucky shippers and peggy and hayley (although there was some internalized misogyny for sure), and that stucky shippers did have homophobia to contend with (although it's hardly true

(2/3) that every queer mcu fan shipped stucky), so I don’t want to make a false equivalence, but the “this ship between two men/white people is the only feminist option and we’re the real defenders of this woman/black character that we’ve spent years ignoring, and the queer women/people of color who claim to be their fans are the real misogynists and homophobes/racists” is really familiar. It’s clear that co-opting feminism to make their preferred ship into the Only Right Option when people

(3/3) don’t get the ending they wanted is becoming a Thing that needs to stop, but I’m not really sure how to address it. Those fandoms also have the “if everything isn’t about this white male side character all time, it’s bad writing” problem in common, and that feels related as well.

Ok so this is a very complicated topic and I’ll preface itby saying two things first I’m not actually familiar with the argument that “Reylois the only feminist star wars ship” because thankfully my dash is filled withsensible people that don’t inundate me with faux feminist opinions that try torebrand an abusive ship into a feminist ship. Second racism actually plays a partin the stucky shippers too and I’ll demonstrate why in a bit.

For those of you reading this I will pretend this is the first time you’ve ever encountered the assertion that Reylo is abusive statement. I’ll try to do this quickly but here goes. Kylo starts off by literally torturing her and telling her he can take whatever he wants. Invading not only her mind but initially hedoesn’t know she has the force. So its not a battle of equals we saw how easilyhe took what he wanted from Poe Dameron. She does eventually get into his head but this is just the first encounter. Then snoke bridges their minds together Kylo is constantly entering Rey’s mind telling her she’s nothing she comes from nothing he needs him to realize her full potential. Mind you Kylo had years ofjedi training he probably knows someone bridged their minds together onpurpose. Rey is horrified this is the man who killed a good man his own fatherin cold blood and put her new friend in a coma. But Kylo keeps at her tellingher its inevitable that they’ll be together. (Some extra bits of fandom herethe Reylos are not shy with their fanon that Kylo/Ben was neglected as a childby his parents, which is completely a fabrication. They also say he’s beenbrainwashed which while confirmed by TROS that Palpatine was impersonating his Grandfather Darth Vader/Anakin this does not answer the why of the matter that if Finn, who was stolen from his parents, could fight the brainwashing why not Kylo? Another bit of contention I absolutely hated how they wrote Luke in TLJ and while I accepted it doesn’t explain why Kylo killed all the padawanlearners that didn’t join him.) TL:DR of this section: going back to Kylo’s abusive behavior, calling Rey nothing, invading her mind, insisting that she leave her new friends that care for her and support her to be with him is classic abusive behavior. Don’t believe me check out Lundy Buncroft.

Moving on how is stucky vs steggy racist? Its quite simple really, in the fact that if anyone was written to be romantic interest for steve besides Peggy it was Samnot Tony, Natasha or Bucky. There’s a great meta post I’m not sure is on thisblog but it should be on mcufhpoc if you care to dig about how Sam was writtenas a love interest framed by the story in the winter soldier to perfectly setSteve up to be bisexual. Now I have nothing against Bucky but Steve spent most of his time violently at odds with Bucky in the winter soldier and civil war. Not exactly what you would want from a ship. Why do you think so much Stucky fanfic is about preserum Steve/Bucky? Gross implications about ableism aside it was for years the only way you could justify the ship. The only other optionin canon was Sharon but frankly the writers of the mcu seemed to hate herreducing her role substantially from what was originally planned. There was allsorts of cries incest (when literally this is the same fandom that ships Thorkiabout two brothers who were raised as brothers except one of them happens to beadopted. Like they can’t even get the definition of incest right Steve was dating Peggy not Peggy and Sharon.) Also he didn’t know they were related until years after he met Sharon. I’m only including this Sharon bit because it demonstrates so nicely the kind of internalized misogyny in display in this fandom. According to Stucky fans no woman is worthyof Steve only the white dude he grew up with and fought several times and btw they make the most sense when Steve is being cared for preserum/sarcasm. Which brings me to the other big Steve ship Stony. That’s a huge ship and they can barely stand each other in canon.

TL;DR of this section its obvious from the numbers that Stucky and Stony are the only ships that matter the fandom only really wants is white dudeslash.

Btw its not actually feminist for so many straight women to ship dudes. Gay men have been begging for straight women to listen to them about this for years.

Last implicit question: What phenomenon is actually at work here if it doesn’t fit feminism because Reylo is abusive and Stucky just shows off the tip of the iceberg of internalized misogyny?

Answer: Its white supremacy.

Which goes back to your statement of “Those fandoms also have the "if everything isn't about this white male side character all time, it's bad writing" problem in common, and that feels related as well.”

These fandoms and all fandoms really can only fathom fandom as yet another way of obsessing over white men.

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#Anonymous #anti reylo #abuse mention #white ships #fandom racism #fandom anti blackness.

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