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whowantsnachos · 1 year

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Strawberry Champagne

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Original Fem!Character (or you can insert yourself if you want)

Summary: After Madripoor, Zemo thinks Lydia should stop drinking. This is the result. (set post episode 3 FATWS)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Lydia, my character, has like this fire magic thing that HYDRA implanted in her. She has a lot of scars because of all of the experiments and the injections, but she covered them all after she got out with different tattoos. Another thing, her hair does this thing where streaks of it will turn into like a brighter red / ginger than her regular hair color [kinda like Tonks is a good way to describe it] when her body temperature goes up. The language that is occasionally spoken is Serbian, but it’s supposed to be Sokovian, and I heard they were similar. Anyways, feedback and stuff is always accepted, given this is the first thing I wrote officially. Enjoy!

Lydia was sitting in bed, wearing an oversized Metallica hoodie with her knees close to her chest. Her dull, red hair was a mix of slightly messy and living hell. She thought about everything she had just witnessed in the past couple of hours with one arm wrapped around her legs and the other holding champagne. Lydia sat in the same position for about an hour or two, either thinking, spacing out or drinking. A sudden knock on her door made her jump in surprise.

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in?” she heard Zemo ask on the other end.

“Um, yeah, sure,” she said quietly.

He opened the door and stepped inside. He raised his eyebrows in slight shock seeing her so distraught.

“Are you alright?”

“Oh, I’m over the moon,” she said sarcastically.

“I apologize, I probably should have warned you ahead of time what we were getting into.”

“Yeah, you think? I can’t really blame you though, I should’ve expected all of that. I mean, it’s you, Sam, and Bucky, how could it have been any different? Anyway, it’s more my fault for agreeing to get into all of this shit again.”

“It’s not-”

“No, wait, that’s right! It's not my fault. It’s you three that dragged me back into this shitfest. Why am I blaming myself? I guess I agreed… regardless! Why am I the one to fix your guys’ messes, huh?”

“Ok, that’s enough champagne,” Zemo said as he grabbed the glass from her, sensing her getting mad.

“I wasn’t done with that yet,” she said sternly, reaching for the glass.

“Yes. You were.”

Lydia glared at him, and Zemo rolled his eyes out of annoyance, grabbing the champagne bottle from the side table next to her. He went into the bathroom and poured the rest of it into the sink.

“Why do you have to ruin my fun all of the time?” she asked, crossing her arms.

Zemo raised his eyebrow and said, “I’m not. I just think you would rather not have a hangover first thing in the morning.”

“How would you know? Tomorrow hasn’t happened yet,” Lydia cockily stated.

“Trust me, you wouldn’t.”

“Oh, you’re trustworthy now?”

Zemo gave her a death stare and Lydia looked down, realizing she might’ve hit a nerve.

“Sorry,” she murmured, playing with the edge of her sleeve.

Zemo softened his gaze a little and leaned on the doorway of the bathroom. He noticed the tattoos near her wrist, each one a different pattern or idea than the other.

“What are those for?”

Lydia quickly put her sleeve back down and said, “Nothing.”

Zemo titled his head to the side and narrowed his eyes at her but shrugged it off.

“Where did you find that champagne?” he asked.

“Um, I may or may not have stolen it from that club...”

Zemo’s face lit up in amusement, and he asked, “You stole two thousand dollar champagne?”

“Possibly,” Lydia said with a smirk.

“Impressive.”

“I can be spectacular sometimes.”

Zemo laughed breathly but didn’t say anything. Lydia wanted to thank him for helping her out when the shooting broke out, but she didn’t know if now would be the appropriate time or not.

Well, it couldn't hurt.

“Um, I wanted to thank you. For helping me out back there. It really means a lot to me, I mean, I know that I’m not your favorite person in the world, but-”

“What gives you that impression?” Zemo asked.

“You’re kidding me, right? You’ve shut down half of the ideas I had about how we were going to execute Madripoor, and look where we ended up!”

“I knew it better than you did.”

“Apparently not! We could’ve died, Helmut.”

“If we would have done it your way, that fate would have been met sooner.”

“You don’t know that.”

“And neither do you,” Zemo responded.

Lydia cocked her head and put her hands on her hips. Raising her eyebrows at Zemo, she went into the bathroom to grab something from under the sink. Lydia also noticed that some streaks of her hair lit up, but she hoped that he hadn’t noticed.

“What are you doing?” Zemo asked.

She answered him by holding up another bottle of champagne with a strained smile on her face as she was walking out of the bathroom. As she was about to open the bottle, Zemo grabbed it and put it on the bathroom counter. Lydia gave him a mock pouty look, and he rolled his eyes.

“You need to stop drinking, I’m serious. You giving me that look isn’t helping you,” he said.

“You sure?” she asked as she emphasized her look.

“Lydia. I’m serious.”

Her ears burned at the way that he had said her name, and she could only pray that her hair hadn’t betrayed her now.

“And,” Zemo continued, “For the record, I don’t hate you or anything like that. To be honest, you’re the only one I can stand out of the ones I’ve met.”

Lydia raised her eyebrow slightly, and he quickly added, “Not that you’re the best of the worst, it’s just, how should I put this… I guess it’s more around the lines of ‘you’re smart and they’re not.’”

“Wow, harsh,” Lydia said with an amused look on her face.

“Well, it’s true,” Zemo said with a smirk on his face.

“Well, if I’m so smart, then that means… my plan was the best.”

“Eh, I wouldn’t go that far.”

Lydia rolled her eyes playfully at him and walked back into the bathroom, but Zemo stopped her by closing the door halfway.

“Lydia,” he said with a warning tone.

Now, Lydia could see her hair quickly turn into a brighter red color, and she cursed herself in her head silently, hoping he didn’t notice, but she wouldn’t bet on it.

“Does your hair always do that?”

God damn it.

“Do what?”

“Change color like that when your name is said.”

“Um, no. Not to my knowledge, no,”

Zemo narrowed her eyes at her while his attention seemed to turn to her hair. Lydia felt slightly embarrassed by his staring, but this only led to it turning brighter again. He smiled a little and said, “It’s a nice color; it suits you.”

She could feel her face burning mainly out of embarrassment and something else she couldn’t describe. Lydia jumped a little when she felt Zemo touch her arm. She felt her skin burn up, and he said, “I apologize, but I recognize this one.”

Zemo went to touch her arm again, but before he did, he asked, “May I?”

Lydia nodded, and he lifted her sleeve, intently scanning the dragon on her forearm. He carefully traced the outline of it, and Lydia felt her skin heat up with each trail he left. The way that he was looking at her tattoo sent shivers down her spine, but surprisingly, it was a nice feeling, considering she hasn’t felt anything cool in a long time.

“Змај,” (“Zmaj,”) Zemo whispered.

“What?”

“Змаj, correct?”

Lydia nodded, and Zemo hummed, “Yeah, I remember that story. My parents used to tell me that all the time.”

“My parents weren’t into the whole legend thing, they always said it was just a bunch of lies people tell to poison our minds, but I have heard it a few select times.”

“Your parents were quite the people, huh?” He laughed.

She laughed with him and said, “Yeah, they were definitely something, alright.”

“Well,” Zemo started as his hand traced bits and pieces of her tattoos before stopping at the palm of her hand, his fingers slowly intertwining with hers. “They raised well.”

Damn you.

She felt her skin heating up with every second, but she tried to contain it as much as she could. She looked over at the bathroom mirror that was mostly covered by the door, but she could see that dozens of streaks of her hair were lit up bright orange like crazy. He glanced back at her hair, and his smirk grew.

“Does it usually change when people touch you as well?”

“A-again, not to my knowledge, no.”

Zemo hummed again and began tracing the tattoos on her other arm before grabbing her other hand and running his thumb over her wrist. He carefully moved his hands up her forearms, tracing the shapes of her tattoos more fully this time, while pulling her closer to him. Lydia’s heart picked up even faster, not that she knew how that was possible. To her, it felt like they’d been spending an eternity standing in the doorway, but at the same time, it felt like no time had passed at all.

“Lydia?”

She took a breath in, and looked up at him, asking, “Yeah?”

It wasn’t until that moment that she realized how close they were to each other. Zemo’s breath lightly fanned her face, and his hands let go of her arms, slowly wrapping them around her waist instead. Lydia swallowed discreetly from his stare, and Zemo tilted his head to the left slightly and smirked at her.

“Do I make you nervous?”

“N-no, why would you? I could beat your ass into next year if I wanted to, what would I have to be nervous about?”

“I don’t know, you tell me. I’m sure your hair doesn’t light up around other people every time you stand next to them, or they talk to you.”

He pulled her closer and leaned his head down just enough so that he was only inches away from her face.

“Unless… it’s something else that makes your hair light up whenever I'm around.”

After he said that, he backed up a little and looked at her hair. Several streaks of it were brightening up, lightly illuminating the aura around her head. He smiled and laughed lightly through his nose.

“If I remember correctly, ‘Miss Vesta’s abilities cause her physical appearance to change as well. Her hair will change into different shades if she has any sort of strong emotions, including, but not limited to: anger, stress, sadness, and attraction.’ Does that sound right?”

Lydia squinted at him in confusion, and Zemo chuckled, saying, “SHIELD’s not very good at hiding things like they think they are.”

Lydia sighed and looked to her right and then down at her feet.

“So, again, I must ask,” he started. “Lydia…”

He removed one hand from her waist and lifted her chin up to meet his gaze.

“Do I make you nervous?”

Lydia licked her lips and said, “...no.”

Zemo leaned in closer, guiding her face to his slowly. He stopped centimeters before her face, just like before, and she could smell his expensive cologne radiating off of him.

“Are you sure? Your skin is burning.”

‘Копиле.’ (‘Bastard.’)

“Maybe I shouldn’t-“

“Ох, забога.” (“Oh, for God’s sake.”)

Lydia put her hand in the back of his neck, pulled him down, and their lips met. Zemo’s grip on her waist tightened, and moved his hand from her chin to the side of her face, the extreme heat of her skin slightly burning his hand. He furrowed his brow and backed her up onto the doorway, allowing him to close any distance between them. The smell of strawberry champagne intoxicated his senses, and he couldn’t get enough of her.

Lydia could feel every part of her body start on fire, whether she knew that’s what was actually happening to her or not. Her heart felt like it skipped ten beats at once, and heat filled her chest. She felt magnetized to him, and every break for a quick breath of air filled her with a sense of longing for more. Lydia thought her knees were going to collapse from underneath her, and she was grateful for the doorway behind her. She felt ripples of chills go up her spine for the second time that day, and the sensation of his thumb grazing her cheek only made it harsher. She felt her fingers become white hot, and she quickly retracted her hand to his shoulder, not wanting to burn him. She felt every bone and muscle in her body become the same temperature, and she felt the texture of the material of his shirt change. She removed his hand from her cheek and pulled away from him, catching her breath.

“I-I’m sorry. My skin… I can’t-”

Zemo shrugged and said, “To be honest, I never liked this shirt anyways.”

“No, you don’t understand, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Zemo tilted his head and raised his eyebrows quickly. He looked down and put his hands in his pockets, taking out the pair of gloves he was wearing earlier that day and putting them on. After he did that, he put his hands up and smiled at her.

Lydia lightly laughed and said, “I appreciate the gesture, but that’s not gonna do you much good. I’ll just burn-”

Zemo cut her off by saying, “I’ll take that chance.”

He kissed her gently, not wanting to make her skin burn back up again.

A sudden knock at her door caused Lydia to jump and separate from him, turning her head towards her door.

“Lydia? We need to discuss the plan for tomorrow. Have you seen Zemo anywhere?” Bucky asked through her door.

Lydia turned back towards him with a devilish look on her face. She whispered, “Play along,” and quickly pushed him away from her, a glare forming on her face.

“Yeah, he’s trying to steal my champagne.”

Bucky opened the door to the pair glaring at each other with murderous intent.

“You mean, I’m trying to take away the champagne that you stole from the club,” Zemo quickly countered, getting the message.

“Well, it’s mine now, isn’t it?”

“Alright! Look, she can keep the champagne, it doesn’t matter,” Bucky said.

“James, that was worth probably around two thou-“

“I don’t care,” Bucky said while giving Zemo a death stare before continuing. “We don’t have time for this anyway. We have to figure out the plan for tomorrow, come on.”

He left the room, and Lydia turned towards Zemo, raised her eyebrows, and dramatically put her hand out. He rolled his eyes and took the champagne bottle off of the counter and gave it to her.

“You’re only getting this because he likes you more than me.”

“And who’s fault was that?” Lydia retorted.

Zemo gave her an annoyed look as she laughed, and they both walked out of the room.

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firstelevens · 7 months

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21, 25, and uh, the snippet one whose number i just forgot. 29?

21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?

Oh God, yeah, multiple times this year alone. I think the reason it takes so long is often the same reason that I end up having to cut it, which is that I like the idea or maybe even the execution, but it will simply NEVER get me to where I need to go in the story. Like, it's just that thing of being stalled out in a scene and looking for the problem five paragraphs back: I made something happen too quickly or I picked up the scene in the wrong place or I got carried away writing one particular part of the scene and then I just couldn't pull myself out.

I like to think that I'm getting better at catching it before I'm a thousand words deep, but I still end up here often enough that I don't think it's true.

25. Have you ever upset yourself with your own writing?

Yes! Like, I do know that they're fictional characters, but I'm invested in them and sometimes I get upset because of the things happening to them but also sometimes I just get kind of locked into a more tense scene and I can kind of feel myself getting more and more tense or frustrated as I write the scene itself?

I wrote an argument back in January and when I typed the last sentence I was breathing so hard that I had to go do a lap around my house and have a glass of water.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

I had to hunt a little bit for something tailored to you and I couldn't find it BUT. When I wrote my FATWS/Cloak and Dagger crossover, the final chapter was supposed to be Ty and Tandy heading out for some kind of date (I think it was an anniversary dinner) and Ty spinning like a dozen plates while he got ready for that and handled things at work, and i ended up scrapping like 1200 words because they simply were not landing me where I needed to be.

Anyway under the cut is Tyrone being an upstanding young man who runs a shelter for Blip orphans but also being peak younger sibling and eavesdropping when there are other things to be done. He contains multitudes.

Cass says yes, so Ty waves over one of their college interns and tells her that Cass’s uncles will be coming by to pick him up and she should let them drop off their donations by the main office before they head out. She’s a new hire, which is probably why she furrows his eyebrows at him and asks, “But how will I recognize his uncles when they come to pick him up?” Behind her, the kids snicker. “Trust me,” Amara calls, “you’ll recognize them.” Ty gives her a look before turning back to Nicole. “Cass will point them out to you, but they’ll be happy to show ID if they need to. Sam Wilson and James Barnes.” Her eyes bug out slightly with realization and Ty tries not to laugh. “You’ve got this. I’m gonna get going, but if you need anything, Melissa and Oliver are in the office.” Nicole looks mildly overwhelmed, but nods gamely enough that Ty feels comfortable leaving her there. He checks his watch again as he heads up to the small office he shares with Tandy. She’s not at her desk, probably busy putting out a last minute fire before they head out for the evening, but she’s left him some paperwork to go over for the kids’ trip to the science museum next month. He’s checking over the second page when he hears a car outside, rolling to the window in his desk chair to see the Wilsons’ truck pulling up to the house. The bed of the pickup is mostly loaded with bags of what looks like soil and wooden beams, but nestled in the corner are the boxes of books that Sarah said she’d send along for the kids. As Ty kicks off his sneakers to swap them out for his dress shoes, he hears the sound of a door opening and closing before Sam and Bucky’s voices drift in through the open window. “-definitely not doing zucchini; if I never see another one again, I’ll be happy. I swear someone was putting extras on that plant just to mess with me.” Ty snorts. Out on the sidewalk, Bucky drily asks, “Who needs world domination when you can take down Captain America with summer vegetables?” “All I’m saying is that we do not need to leave space in this plot or anywhere else in the garden for zucchini, not this year or for the next five.” “Noted,” Bucky says, and Ty doesn’t need to see them to know that he’s trying not to laugh. “Any strong feelings about eggplants?” It’s instinct to wrinkle his nose, but Ty tells himself that Bucky’s from the 1940s, and the meanings of various emojis were probably not high priority when they were bringing him up to speed on the modern world. He shakes his head and turns back to the paperwork, flicking to the next page as the conversation continues outside, Bucky asking if they’re late and Sam assuring him that they have another ten minutes before it’s time to pick up Cass. He’d close the window, but the room is small enough to be unbearable without fresh air, and Ty would rather not sweat through his new button down before he and Tandy even leave for dinner. He mostly tunes them out while he checks over the transport documents and the list of chaperones, but then he hears his own name. He’s braced to hear about some world ending event or another, but it turns out that it’s just Sam saying, “I know he and Tandy have their hands full here, but we should invite them up. Have everyone get to know each other when they’re not all risking their lives.” “Wait, is this why you checked out that book on team building at the library the other day?” There’s an extremely eloquent silence from Sam before he says, “Maybe.”

#thank u for the questions meagan I LOVE U #avocadomooon #zainab does ask meme things

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alikat7 · 2 years

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I read your post for your opinions based upon FATWS…and I completely agree! Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed the show but things could have been better.

However, I have one big complaint and it is one I’ll never be over because it’s so sad.

Why was it ever okay, in the show, to make light of Bucky’s internal struggles and his PTSD. His therapist? Absolutely Horrible. I mean, this woman was HORRIBLE.

Sharon and Sam making jabs at him multiple times about being a killer or his “cyborg” brain. One person….ONE person told him “thank you” and that was it. This guy has dealt with more in his life than any of them, yet he was treated like some sideshow and trash talked because of his past. It made me so angry and it especially made me angry that Sam was one of the main culprits and when Sam told Bucky that the business with the shield “didn’t concern him…” I wanted to fly through the tv and smack him. More than anyone, other than Sam, the business with the shield DID concern Bucky. The writers took a character, with a very good (though traumatic) background and trashed him. It’s really sad.

At one point closer to the show airing I did go over this part too. I think it bothered me more when people other than Sam did it mainly because Sam would pick on him then turn around and ask if he was okay. I got madder about John Walker and Zemo (maybe Karli, I can't remember) who made very cruel comments that implied that he took the serum by choice -

"This is all really easy for you, isn’t it? All that serum runnin’ through your veins" John Walker

"The serum never corrupted Steve." Zemo - bothered me because it didn't corrupt Bucky either. Brainwashing corrupted The Winter Soldier. Bucky never had a chance to prove he couldn't be corrupted. BUT as soon as he escaped the brainwashing he made the choice to be a hero . There are more quotes but those are two that always stuck with me.

I love the MCU but I feel like at times they don't think about what they're saying about real-life emotional and psychological problems using fictional characters. Like the fact that they dig so deeply with trauma with certain characters over and over again - Bucky, Thor, Wanda, etc But then they turn around it make it a joke.

Like Thor's weight problem in Endgame. It would have been funnier if he had just got fat partying, maybe I guess. But he was eating due to extreme depression, grief, and PTSD. And they made jokes and mocked him. What does that say about real life? Depression and mourning are funny? Wanda and Thor are repeatedly losing people and not one person in the Avengers ever sat down and asked are you okay except Vision with Wanda? Or the fact that after Endgame Wanda was left completely alone. Everyone she knew just left her to go to their family or they had died. Someone with that much power should never be left alone and in mourning, because if they have the ability to solve their pain using bad methods - holding a town hostage or killing a girl to get her power - they can do it and no one is there to say 'hey wait, let's talk about this'

They forced Bucky into therapy but yet none of the other Avengers were treated for PTSD. Although his therapist amused me at times - Bucky shouldn't have to make amends unless HE feels like he needs to. I'm sure no matter what he feels a ton of guilt so if he wants to make amends on his own, good for him. But not court-appointed. In Civil War Ross made a special point of showing the Avengers how much damage they had done to the world while saving it. The Hulk almost broke South Africa, and Wanda set Hulk in motion and blew up a building by accident, etc. None of them are required to make atonement. Yes, Bucky killed people one on one as the Winter Solder unlike some of the actions the Avengers did that had bad outcomes. But still - he's the only one forced to make atonement.

In some ways. I agree with Zemo about Super Soldiers and Super Heroes. Too much power is a curse. Think of Tony blowing up things at his birthday party because he was depressed.

Semi-related, me and my sister are very different. But Civil War is a topic we cannot discuss. At all. Ever. We have gotten into screaming matches because she defends Tony, thinks Steve and Sam are hypocrites, and cannot see that what Steve did doesn't make him a bad person. She often brings up how many people probably got hurt in the street chase after Bucky. Steve went after Bucky for 2 reasons. Bucky was like a brother two him and he knew that the Winter Soldier could probably kill anyone else. He thought he was going to Romania to get the Winter Soldier, not Bucky so he was trying to help. Then they went to Siberia to get the other super soldiers. Once again, trying to do the right thing. Yes, they broke tons of laws. They destroyed an airport and anyone could have gotten hurt at the airport. But Tony is not the saint that everyone says he is. He wanted the Sovokia accords because HE felt guilty about Ultron. He demanded Cap turn on his childhood friend to sign the accords even though Steve didn't agree with the accords. Why did Tony think he had the right to make up Steve, Sam, or Wanda's mind? Also, from the beginning of that conversation to the end, Steve was protecting and defending Wanda and all of the Avengers. Not once did Tony defend Wanda's bombing accident. She killed people BUT more people would have died if she did nothing. And it was an accident. So basically Tony's covering his ass and not defending anyone else. Then after that -

1 - He goes to NY to pick up a 15 yr old kid to fight other enhanced people including possibly the Winter Soldier. WHAT? I love Spider Man but come on. Tony considered the WS deadly and through Peter Parker into a fight not knowing what the WS might do to him

2 - When Vision - on his team - hit Rhodey with a blast and Sam tried to help then came to Tony to check on Rhodes, Tony blasted him directly in the face. The bruise was horrible so I'm assuming it could have been worse. So his intense emotions over his bff made him assault a fellow Avenger and Cap is 'off the reservation?? Cap didn't hurt anyone in retaliation for Bucky being hurt.

3 - Then the fight with Bucky/Cap. I get Tony wanting to kill Bucky. I would too if it were my parents because you can't be logical about people you love being murdered. But Tony was willing to kill Cap to get to Bucky. Steve was just trying to stop Tony and Bucky was fighting back and defending himself. So how can Tony be in the right?? My sister claims that Bucky and Steve ganged up on Tony and that Steve took out the thing that powered Tony's suit which was wrong. But really, Bucky and Steve were trying to stop Tony and defend themselves and each other. Neither one of them had any intentions of killing Tony. And cutting off the power to his suit was the best way to shut it all down.

4 - Steve sent a message to Tony, in the end, saying he would always be there for him and Tony didn't want to even call him in Infinity War. He was that childless about it Then he attacked Steve in Endgame for stopping Tony from creating an Ultron-like defense implying Thanos was basically all Steve's fault. He's rarely a selfless leader or hero but he'll criticize Steve for the one time Steve said fuck it, I'm doing the wrong thing to protect my friend. No one else in the world would have defended Bucky while Tony always had lots of people to defend him at any time - including Steve.

Wooowwwww this was so long-winded. I almost deleted most of it but shit, I'll post it lol I should get paid by the letter lol

#Falcon and the Winter Soldier #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #steve rogers #tony stark #wanda maximoff #thor #Civil War #Infinity War #Endgame #Marvel #wordy wordy so very wordy

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ihyperfixatedtoohard · 1 year

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Marvel fic idea! Set after the events of No Way Home. Also, I go WAY into detail here because this is mostly for me to remember plot points when I do inevitably decide to write this, so... spoilers for a future fic that may never see the light of day? I guess?

Okay, this is kinda funky, but hear me out. So, basically, Sam and Bucky are done dealing with what they dealt with in FATWS, and then they look at each other as they're doing whatever they do one day and go "... Hey... what ever happened to that random kid Tony had fight us? And then fought alongside us with Thanos? Think he's okay? Kid probably has a few targets on his back by now or something, right?" And then they look him up and find out about all the weird shit he's done and gone through and they're like "Well... shit. We should find this kid and make sure he's doing okay." Because, y'know... they met him when he was pretty damn young, and I think that would be fairly obvious to anyone who listened to him talk. Anyway, they search him out, and they find him in Queens, doing some cool Spidey shit and... getting an old woman's purse back for her, idk. Anyway, they get to talking with him, and of course now recognize that he's an adult. But, like... freshly an adult. They start feeling this weird sense of responsibility to him after he shares that he's been a bit out of sorts after Tony passed, since Tony was his mentor and the first hero he ever fought alongside, and Peter admits that he didn't even know what he was fighting for at the time. So, essentially, Sam and Bucky just keep paying him visits. Helping sometimes, buying him lunch others, and they all grow pretty close pretty quickly.

Some time passes, and at one point while they're hanging out Peter lets it slip that his 21st birthday is coming up. Bucky and Sam congratulate him, and ask him how he plans to celebrate, but then Peter suddenly looks sort of down. Or... more he just seems upset, as they can't really tell how he feels because of the mask. Sam, being really good with emotions, is able to coax the information out of him- that he has no family or friends, and was planning on just hitting up a liquor store and collecting a couple sample bottles. Sam immediately rejects the idea and insists that Peter has to go out drinking with him and Bucky instead. Peter points out that that wouldn't go over well, considering that he's still too paranoid to remove his mask or reveal who he is. So, they cook up a new plan- Sam says they can go over to his place and he'll order every alcohol he can think of so Peter can try them.

Of course Peter gets inebriated, and his lips become looser, and he starts telling them all sorts of stuff he would normally keep to himself. Some of it is fairly concerning, and Bucky and Sam are left feeling really bad for this kid. Peter passes out shortly after, though, so neither of them have to figure out how to comfort him. Instead, they set him up in Sam's guest room and let him sleep.

Anyway, that's the BASIC concept, and it's all the plot I had for it thus far, but I do plan to think of and write more. This was originally meant to just be a general bare-bones concept, but as I continued typing I found I had way more specifics and ideas in mind than I had originally thought. Anyway, this is it! Woo!

#marvel #bucky barnes #bucky #sam wilson #the falcon #peter parker #spiderman #spider-man #spider man #Sam × Bucky #what's their ship name?

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logicalstansadvice · 2 years

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He has a new contract that we don't know what it is. He's not doing it because he wants to, but it's a contract thing,>> Not sure what fantasy land you are living in anon, but Marvel is not indentured servitude. Actors are usually the ones begging to be included in a Marvel project because it's the franchise in movie history. I'm sure Seb feels lucky to still be included, especially alongside such high calibre actors like Florence Pugh, JLD and Wyatt Russel. FYI, Marvel no longer does 9 picture deals since Endgame, now it's only single project contracts – screenrant*com/marvel-studios-9-movie-contract-done-why-details

Anon 2: but actually doesn’t want to be in a Marvel movie and is only doing it because he has a contract? >> He signed the contract years ago, after Endgame, back then there was no Pam and Tommny, Emmy nomination, Fresh, nothing. MCU likes actors to sign contracts for various products, so yes, he will do it for the sake of the contract. That's how it works.

Anon 3: Still trying to understand why people are offended by he did it because of contract or money. There's nothing wrong with doing something for the sake of money. Seb likes Bucky but he doesn't need to like what they're doing with the character so I feel like for him it's more huh they're paying me this money. You Bucky fans don't care that they're still shitting on the character so why would Seb care? Take the money, Seb!

Anon 4: I'm really disappointed that he's still in the MCU, I really am. He's going to have to turn down projects because of months of filming for a movie that's going to be rubbish, shit./ ok and? What that gotta do with you? Seb is literally booking some people want him in the MCU either way he’s going to still work. Even before it’s announced that he’s back he was doing projects after projects he knows what’s he’s doing and honestly he’s getting up there idk why people can be grateful and asking for sm

Anon 5: Everyone should get down their high horse, if if If If Florence Pugh and Julia Louis-fucking-Dreyfus can be in the thunderbolts movie, not even talking about people like Olivia Colman or Christian Bale still signing up to do a one-time character, then Sebastian is more than likely satisfied with being involved. It's damn good money, if anything

Anon 6: The “fans” who are disappointed that Sebastian is in Thunderbolts should consider themselves not fans because how much more disrespectful could a person be in regards to Sebastian’s career. Either be his fan and support him, or go away. It’s that simple.

Anon 7: It seems pretty clear to me that Seb was done with Bucky after FATWS unless he got a decent story, and Feige gave him one with TB, so yes, he signed a new MCU contract of unknown length based on this new turn of events. And yes, he may have to turn down a role or two because of it, but starring in an Avenger-type Marvel movie is a level of exposure Marvel's never given him before, and it will open more doors at a higher level. So the net gain for Seb should be absolutely fantastic.

Anon 7: Seeing all the mcu is slander and everything really tells me that you really cannot make everyone happy lol. As for Seb being forced due to contract, Elizabeth Olsen mentioned that she has signed a different contract each time she came back, so there’s that. Thunderbolts is gonna bring bring him a lot a of visibility and help him set up a leading man, given 2024 award season would include ADM and Dumb Money. Shit on marvel as much as you want but they still are the biggest franchise in the world and since he’s finally gonna be a co-leader, it’s gonna help him in a lot of promotions and campaigns, even if it releases later. (Ps: I’m really sorry mods you have to go through all those cranky anons)

Anon 8: Being part of MCU/DC Comics /Starwars franchise has become the latest new trinket to have in Hollywood. "A" list actors are putting themselves out there to be part of one of these franchises. Kim Kardashian is vying for a spot in the MCU multiverse( I hope she doesn't get in). They might be rubbish to you but these movies are exposing the actors to new audiences. Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie weren't on my radar until I saw them in the MCU. I now follow their work. The sh!t movies are making hundreds of millions to billions of dollars. They're a nice palette cleanse from the more serious dramas.

Is anyone else tired of contract talk? He signed one, whether it’s a new one or a revision of his previous one. The end. Lots of A-list talent in the MCU, Seb is probably thrilled to be working with fellow actors he hasn’t had a chance to yet like JDL & Miss Flo.

And if you’re not an MCU fan or unhappy with Bucky’s character development, go read some fanfic (like I do!) when canon doesn’t suffice.

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eirian-houpe · 1 year

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TMI Tuesday

Tuesday is with us again!

I’m still trying to figure out where I want to go next, now that I’ve finished posting Disparate Pathways. Which fic should I work on? Should I make a schedule? I rolling list? What do people actually want to read? Now that I have a fic off my WIP list, should I start another one? All of these are questions floating around in my head right now.

If anyone has any preference, you can always let me know.

Anyway… The Rumbelle Showdown second round writing period is happening right now, and the fics are going to post on Sunday. Can’t wait to read them all as the first round fics were AMAZING!

Please feel free to ask about any of my fics. I’m hoping to get some writing done soon.

Here are some suggestions for you…

Ask suggestions

Ask something about any of my fics (full list is below the cut). If you want specifics from some fics that are already outlined, you can ask about:

All Our Past Mistakes, Chapters 11 through 44 Lover’s Leap Series, Stories 15 through 31 Time’s Curse, Chapters 5 through 10 Laer o Faen, Chapter 27 & 28 Stargate: Atlantis, Harms Way or any of the 20 fics in the series.

Ask something of any of my characters in general or you can get really specific if you like - for example you might want to ask Gold from Pawn Shop a question about a chapter, a thought, a feeling… (the world is your oyster really)

Ask about my process as a writer, what makes me tick,, or even ask about me personally. Almost nothing is off limits.

Also, if you want to see a specific character or fic featured in Three Things Thursday, or Saturday Secret, feel free to send in prompts, if no one does, then either the choice will be random or they just won’t happen at all. I made an analogy for why that might be in a different post about a car stuck in the mud with spinning wheels. Those wheels are still spinning!

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You can find all my fics currently on AO3 here, and there is a full list under this cut.

Storybrooke’s Best Kept Secret - Rumbelle

Darkness In Hyperion Heights - Woven Beauty au

Seven Tastes - Rumbelle

Tuesday - Rushbelle AU

The Language of Flowers Series - Rumbelle

Disparate Pathways - Rumbelle AU

Scattered - Rumbelle AU

All Our Past Mistakes - Rumbelle AU

What the Actual Fuck! - Sutherelle

Breathe - Rushbelle

The Lover’s Leap Series - Rumbelle

Awakening - Rumbelle

War Is Coming To Storybrooke - Rumbelle

Given No Choice - Rush

Thoughts On A Happy Ending Series - Rumbelle

Darker Hearts Series - Wish!Rumbelle

Modern Wonders - a OUAT/Alice crossover

Time’s Curse - Rumbelle

The Pawn Shop On Main Street - Rumbelle

The Mansion On the Edge of Town - Rumbelle with a side of Jefferson

Cobra: In Your Prayers - Cobra/FatWS/UC:Undercover et al

To See Series - Rumbelle

Nobody Knew (Bingo) - Rumbelle

Secret of the Seas - Rumbelle AU

Butterfly and Phoenix - ST:DSC

Laer o Faen - Tolkien

Ship’s Rats - ST: DCS

I Amar Boe Men Heb - Tolkien

Coming Down - Halt and Catch Fire

Armor of Ice - Halt and Catch Fire

Duath i-Achas Eriol - Tolkien

Balance of Terror - Sleeper Cell

What To Believe - UC: Undercover

If: In The End - UC Undercover

Precious - The Mummy Series

Forbidden - The Mummy Series

Power Is - The Mummy Series

Angel of the Heart - The Mummy Series

Star of the Morning - The Mummy Series

Not Yours To Keep - Foundation (TV)

No Saving Throw - Stranger Things

ILP (or IEP) for Rumple.

“Only Remembered For What We Have Done.”

Here are fics that haven’t yet been started, but are in the Muse’s bucket.

The Miner’s Day Festival - Rumbelle

Aftermath - Rumbelle (with a side of madness)

Saving The Dark One (WT) A twist on a twist of Rumplestiltskin.

Brought To You By The Color… (Red)

Calcul(us)

(In)consistent equation

The Boston Storybrooke Line

Breaking the Waves (Movie AU)

One Last Wish

In Service to My Son

Playground Games

Bright Eyed and Bushy Tailed

Librarian: UC

Exquisite Harmonies

Resolutions - Rushbelle in the Deck the Halls universe.

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its-tortle · 3 years

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sharon: by the way, how is the new cap?

bucky: don't get me started.

sharon: please. you buy into all that stars and stripes bullshit. before you were his pet psychopath you were ✨mr. america, cap's best friend✨.

bucky: that's great coming from you. you're the one that made out with him.

sharon: jealous?

bucky:

zemo:

sharon:

sam: okay can we get back to the problem here

#not sure where this came from #but have it #incorrect quotes #sort of??#not sure what this is #altered scene #i guess #fatws #sharon carter #bucky barnes #stucky #what fatws should have done

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golden-barnes · 3 years

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Audacity

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Bucky has a long list of reasons to hate John Walker. But the fake Captain America deciding to flirt with you, definitely takes the cake.

Category: Smut 18+

Warning: Jealous Bucky is just soft dom! Bucky, dirty talk, penetrative sex, slight chocking, closet sex, and just John Walker being annoying

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: trying out this new format bc I liked the way it look when I did the Spencer Reid fic. A small spoiler warning for the newest FATWS episode but other than that it’s like an AU bc this really has nothing to do with yesterdays’ episode. Comment and reblog pls and thank you!

There’s a lot to hate about John Walker. The fact that he is trying to replace Steve as a cheap version of Captain America. His stupid face and the way he handles the shield. Even the way he speaks comes off as pretentious and arrogant.

But what really made Bucky seethe with anger is the fact that his little beady eyes would not stop looking at you. Undressing you with his eyes. Taking in every move and gesture you made. It made Bucky’s blood boil. He kept clenching and unclenching his fist. How haven’t you noticed his insisting fucking starring?

“Can you chip your teeth? Because I’m pretty sure you might by how clenched your jaw” Sam said, patting Bucky on the back. He just rolled his eyes but decided not to say anything.

There was nothing that can be done. They made a silent pack not to anger the imposter. The government had asked Sam, Bucky and you to help out with a smuggling ring that they have discovered and low and behold, their little Captain America got his ass handed to him. They basically begged them to help. Bucky almost screamed a Fuck no into their faces but you managed to hold him off from punching the soldier that appeared at your apartment.

You turned around and bent over to pick up something. You were unaware that the fake Captain America licked his crusty lips while looking at you. He kept eying you like a piece of meat. Bucky rolled his eyes again and turned to Sam who was quietly reading the reports.

“Can I punch him?” Bucky whispered to Sam.

“Do you want your pardon to be revoked?” Sam said to him, not even looking up from the reports.

“There’s nobody here. Y/N won’t say anything. You definitely won’t mind.” Bucky whispered, glaring at the blond man that kept staring at you. You clearly didn’t give a shit about him. Therefore, why was he still looking at you?

Sam rolled his eyes at his ex-assassin friend. “Yeah, and later we can steal the shield.” Sam looked up from the reports and pushed them to the side.

“Exactly! Yeah, now that’s a plan.” Bucky said excitedly, standing up from his chair trying to make his way to John before being stopped by Sam, who grabbed his friend by the arm and pulled him back into his chair. Before Bucky could protest, he heard you whistle at them.

“Hey, guys! I think I have something.” You said. The three men surrounded you, while you were explaining how you found out the new base location for the smuggling ring.

Bucky tried his best to focus on what you were saying and your explanation, but he couldn’t help but notice that the Kmart version of Captain America was inching closer and closer to you. Didn’t this man have a wife? Bucky swore he read that somewhere. Why does he keep staring and getting closer to you?

“Oh! Sorry, ma’am.” The jackass said, when he “accidentally” bumped into you, he grabbed your waist and forearm to stabilize you.

“It’s okay.“ You told him, and let out a soft chuckle. Bucky felt his pen explode in his hand. The three of you turned to the pouty super soldier who just rolled his eyes and went back to looking at the schematics.

You knew something was up with Bucky. He didn’t say anything. Not after the pen exploding incident. Not even when you were joking around with Sam. He loved making witty comebacks to your jokes. It was your thing.

But maybe it was John Walker’s presence that made it uncomfortable for him. You knew Bucky hated the guy, mostly cause he took Steve’s spot without earning it. But there was something more to this. Bucky has always had a staring problem, but the number of sharp glares he has been sending to Walker has been enough to alert anyone. You couldn’t comfort him, not without making it super apparent that you are dating. And Bucky had already expressed that he doesn’t want to publicize it unless it’s only Sam that’s around.

“Agent Y/L/N, I think I found something,” Torres said, signaling to you to go follow him upstairs. You took one last look at Bucky, who was still glaring at the oblivious John Walker.

“Damn, I don’t know how you guys get any work done with that around you all the time,” John said, staring at you walking up the stairs. More specifically, staring at your ass.

Bucky looked at Sam, almost begging him to let him punch the douchebag that is this man. But Sam gripped his forearm. Bucky will not lose his pardon like this.

“How about we focus on the damn mission?” Bucky almost growled. John Walker put his hands up.

“I’m sorry man. It’s just- look at her.” John sat back and leaned into his chair. From the distance, he could see you talking to Torres.

“C’mon man. You asked us for our help but we aren’t here to do all the work.” Sam said trying to be the peacemaker between the super-soldier with a murderous gaze and the soldier with the wondering eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah sorry.” John said trying to go back to the records. You were descending from the stairs and walking over to them. John brought his attention back to you. The way your hips would sway when you walked. The confidence in every step. Everything Bucky loved, and apparently fucking John did too.

“Guys, I think we need to rest for today. I am a little bit burned out. I think we all are.” You said, with your hands on your hips. Bucky felt his heart clench, you did look tired. Especially because you were almost doing all the work and piecing all of the clues.

“That’s an incredible idea.” Sam said stretching in his chair. He also looked tired. It made Bucky feel bad that he has been focusing all his energy on glaring and not helping out. He almost felt guilty.

Almost because a surge of rage flows through him again. John “Can’t take a hint” Walker smirked at you while you were grabbing the files that were on the table.

Bucky didn’t even give you a chance to say goodbye. To Sam or the annoying motherfucker that made Bucky want to break rule number 2.

“Woah, Buck. what are you doing?” You said while the brunet dragged you around the base. His grip on your forearm was hard but not enough for it to hurt. Bucky wouldn’t hurt you, not in any way you wouldn’t like it.

There was something about how Bucky was walking, the silence, the way he was searching for something but never letting go of you.

Bucky opened up a closet door.

“Get in, doll.” He whispered in your ear, in a low deep voice. You let out a gasp, feeling goosebumps all over your body. You looked at Bucky in the eyes, and you knew he wasn’t in the mood for a fight. You entered the closet space without protesting.

It was a small storage closet. It barely had anything in it so you felt cramped. You turned to Bucky, while he closed the door. The man stalked towards you and you walked backward till your back hit the wall. Bucky had you cornered, and you didn’t mind it.

“Did you have fun, doll?” Bucky said, getting close to your face. His hands went to your hips, pulling you towards him.

“Buck, what are you talking about?” You whispered to him. Bucky rolled his eyes and took one of his hands off your hips. Placing it on your neck, lightly applying some pressure to it. You gasped at his touch, he chuckled a bit at your reaction.

“C’mon darling. Did you have fun playing around with the imposter Captain America? I mean he had fun looking at you. So I’m assuming that you had fun being looked at.” He said, with his hand still on your neck and his face inches away from your face. You looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Oh, you didn’t notice that. Well, I did. Maybe I should teach you who do you belong to. Would you like that sweetheart?” He said, his breath tickling your lip. You nodded, breathless. Bucky smiled at you.

The hand that was around your neck, went to your chin. Grabbing it and pulling you closer so that your lips would meet. His hands started to wander across your body, while yours looped around his neck.

Your kisses started to grow hungrier, more desperate. As if Bucky spotted kissing you, you would fade away. His hands reached the zipper of your pants and pulled it down. Not even breaking from your kiss, Bucky managed to push your pants down. You break from your kiss to get out of them, while Bucky took off his pants and underwear.

He didn’t wait. He pushed you softly back on the wall and started to leave kisses and soft bites all over your neck.

“Jump, baby girl,” He said softly against your skin, patting your butt.

And you did just so. Wrapping your legs around his waist, with one of his hands on your ass and another moving your panties to the side.

“Hold that there, baby. Let me make you feel so good.” Holding his neck with one hand, you moved another hand to hold your panties to the side, to make it easy for him.

“Good girl.”And with one thrust, he was inside you, hitting all the spot. You moaned and gripped the back of his neck tightly.

“Like that doll? Can anyone else do this to you uhn? C’mon doll give me everything you got.” With every word that came out of his mouth, he would thrust hard and deep into you. You felt lightheaded. Your legs tightening around his waist but his thrust wouldn’t stop.

“Fuck, Buck. Don’t stop.” You gasped. Bucky kept kissing your neck. Overloading your senses. You were close, you knew it. Bucky knew it. You could feel him grin against your skin.

“Who makes you feel this good, doll?” He asked. You gasped at his sudden change in pace. He started to thrust more desperately, less controlled. He was close too.

“You. Fuck, only you.Shit, Bucky. I’m going to cum.” Bucky smirked at you.

“Then cum, doll.” Bucky silenced your cries with his lips. Still thrusting into you, letting you ride your high and getting to his. And that wouldn’t be long.

With one final thrust, Bucky came. He gave you a soft kiss on the lips and let you down.

“I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.” You said, putting on your pants.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He smiled at you. You slapped his chest lightly, which made him laugh.

“I hope you realize that I would never go with discount Captain America over there.” You joked which made Bucky laugh even harder. You both were dressed and tried to look as decent as you could to leave the closet and the base.

“Let’s hope that fucking in an army base won’t be the reason you lose your pardon.” You said, grabbing Bucky’s hand, to give him reassurance. He gave you a smirk.

“Maybe if we let them watch, they won’t take it away,” Bucky replied to you, giving you a wink.

“Yeah and get John Walker to join would also help your case.” Bucky stopped in his tracks and looked at you.

“Oh, you are gonna get it when we get home.” Now it was your turn to wink at your boyfriend.

“I’m hoping I do.” Bucky shook his head but pulled you closer to him. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, walking towards the exit of the base. Confident that John Walker couldn’t take you away from him.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader smut #winter soldier x reader

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dailyreverie · 3 years

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Kissing Prompt: 13 with Bucky please!

Ease Off

A/N: Hi anon! Thanks for the request 😊 I was rewatching FATWS and that "If he was wrong about you then he was wrong about me" scene makes me SOB every time, so this blurb happened lol. I hope you like it!

Click here to request a blurb!

KISSING PROMPT #13: frustrated kisses

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word count: 979

Warnings: Language (F word)

[gif by @thewhitewolfisaguardian]

The sound of the bag hitting the floor and the door slamming shut was all you needed to know that Bucky was home. It was almost midnight, he had called you from jail about an hour and a half ago, and since then you had been staring at the door waiting for him wide awake with the TV serving little as a distraction.

He looks at you from the entrance, and from the look in your eyes he just knows that you are about to lecture him. "Please don't." He says, turning on his heels to head into the kitchen.

"Don't what?" You ask as you stand up to follow him, your voice stern and desperate to reach him. "You call me from a police station and expect me to don't do what, exactly?" Bucky opens the fridge and grabs a beer for himself, not looking at you as he opens it and takes a gulp. "Bucky, I'm just trying to understand-" You cut yourself as he turns his back to you and slams his beer on the counter, startling you. "Jesus Christ, James, I only want to know-."

"I don't know fucking know, alright!" He finally looks at you, his voice louder than it should be at this time of the night. "Whatever it is that you want to know, I probably don't have the answer to it."

"You can't talk to me like that!" You snap back. "You call me at 10:45 at night telling me you were arrested, then your therapist calls me to ask if I know why you have been missing your sessions because she has to basically BAIL YOU OUT of jail,” His body turns half way so he can lean on the kitchen counter, the grip he has on it making his knuckles turn white. “And I can’t get a fucking explanation?”

“That’s all you want? An explanation?” Bucky scoffs, and you are not sure if you have ever seen him so angry. “Well, how’s this. That shield, the one Steve protected with his life, the one that represented everything we ever stood for, it means nothing now!”

“So that’s why you skip therapy?” Bucky rolls his eyes and you can see him biting the inside of his mouth to not scream back at you. “That’s the one thing that will clear your name, and you just skip it?”

“Why should I even go?” He yells, “That shield is in the hands of that Walker asshole, Sam doesn’t give a damn about it, and Steve didn’t give a damn about me. What am I supposed to do, huh?”

“Buck.” You interrupt, shocked at his quivering voice, because the pain in the words he just spoke about Steve was something he had never mentioned before, and the blatant way he says it makes you realize that frustration is making him blurt out all his thoughts; he doesn’t seem to notice it, doesn’t seem to register what just came out of his mouth.

He looks at you with angry eyes and a puffing chest, expecting you to continue talking. “Why the fuck am I still fighting for something that is no longer here?” He keeps asking, shaking at every word, and the tone in his voice should have made you turn around and leave but instead you are walking towards him even after he has done nothing but scream at you since he got home.

“Bucky, baby, just-” You try again, but his ranting interrupts you.

“What’s the point of all this fucking therapy, and all this fights, if I’m doing it for someone who-”

“Bucky, look at me!” You insist, holding his face between your hands to force him to look at you. His eyebrows are knotted and his nostrils flare at every breath, but his eyes don’t match the anger, instead they are filled with confusion and… plain sadness.

So you kiss him, pulling his head towards yours in a firm grip, hoping that with it he can slow down his train of thought and bring him back to you. His breathing starts to slow down as his lips move along with yours, and when you feel his hands holding your waist you know you have his attention back. You pull apart slowly, and you can see he is still trying to figure out how to feel and what to say “You are a good man, that’s why you are still fighting.” Your hands caress his light stubble while his find the skin under your shirt to draw small circles on it. “And I will never understand Steve, but he knew that too.”

“He was wrong.” He states, his voice raspy and knotted. If you could, you would go back in time and kick Steve Rogers right in the crotch.

“He was, but not about you.” The tears that form in his eyes rip your heart apart. “Never about you.” You whisper, assuringly.

Bucky kisses you again, looking to feel grounded as he always does when he has your lips against his. He doesn’t let go for a few minutes, because you are the one constant thing that makes him feel like he is doing something right and he wants to cling to that feeling for as long as he can. He lifts you with ease so you can sit on the counter, giving him an easier access to reach the rest of your body while his lips are still connected to yours.

You break apart after a few minutes and you immediately look for his eyes, much calmer and softer than the last time you saw them. His metal fingers grab your hand softly to lift it to his lips. There’s no need to say any word as your gaze meets his, you just let yourself wrap around him to bandage every wound that his past left behind on him.

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majestyeverlasting · 3 years

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Congratulations on your one month tumblr anniversary! Could you please write prompts 16 and 46 with fatws!Bucky x reader? Thank you! :)

♡ Hi, thank you so much! I appreciate you for waiting on me to write this. I had a lot of fun with it, so I hope you enjoy! To summarize, the reader gets to accompany Bucky on an assignment in Germany, and the two of them take advantage of the special housing arrangement they’re given on a private portion of the beach. You guys get to see a little dash of multilingual Bucky towards the end in a really sweet way. The whole thing is pretty cute overall.

♡ Prompt 16: “You’re not good at pretending to be asleep.”

♡ Prompt 46: “Stop making me laugh, I’m supposed to be angry with you.”

Once More

As the tide rolled in, a gentle breeze came with it. Each ebb and flow brought the lukewarm water of the bay running over your feet as your toes pressed into the soft sand. The seagulls gliding above seemed to be welcoming you as they released their throaty cries into the air. Aside from them and the gentle slosh of the bubbling tide, there were no immediate sounds; it was peaceful.

That portion of the beach was private, situated along the Bay of Kiel. It sat behind the small, white, house that you and Bucky were staying in for the week-long duration of his assignment. It was the first time in a while that you’d been able to accompany him because, for once, he and Sam were solely doing investigative work.

There would be no intense pursuits, no combat, no casualties. Just observing.

In the weeks prior, the Office of International Affairs in D.C. had received word that under-the-table negotiations were being proposed in the port city of Kiel. They needed eyes and ears on the ground to confirm whether or not such claims were valid. Because if they were, a major threat would be posed to European infrastructure and the millions who depended on it. So after housing arrangements were made, the three of you were flown into a private airport in Germany along with a couple of military agents.

It was a peculiar getaway, but a getaway no less.

You let out a small yelp when a pair of arms snaked around your waist from behind, squeezing gently. “Hey, pretty girl,” Bucky murmured into your ear, kissing it afterwards. “I saw you walk out here.”

As you relaxed, a thoughtful hum rose up your throat. “I figured you might’ve. You’re not very good at pretending to be asleep.”

Before you wandered out to the shoreline, Bucky had been laying on the wicker couch on the back porch, baby blue cushions beneath him. There were a pair of aviator sunglasses covering his eyes as his chest rose with steady breaths. You had paused to see if he was awake and would acknowledge you. The corners of his lips twitched upwards the slightest bit, which you almost considered calling him out for.

But when he didn’t show any other signs of being awake, you leaned down to press a light kiss to his forehead before heading down the steps, and onto the wooden walkway that led to the sand.

At your comment, Bucky chuckled and let his mouth move the spot beneath your ear, nipping gently.

You shivered, and said, “I should’ve pinched you.”

“That wouldn’t have been nice.” A smile was evident in his voice.

You shrugged with a small huff of laughter. The two of you then gazed out at the expanse of the bay. Ships sailed along the line of the horizon in the distance. The tide continued rolling in, though never rising quite above your knees.

“I love you,” he said eventually, his words competing with the seagulls.

“I love you too.” He coaxed you to turn to face him. When you did, you saw that the white button down he wore was unbuttoned and flowing in the calm wind.

Seamlessly, his flesh hand rose to cup your face and he connected his lips to yours. You could taste the lingering hint of Merlot on his tongue from when you two had shared a glass in the hour prior. Bucky kissed you slowly, and gently, yet still with passion. Had the tide not been lapping at your legs, you would have had reason to believe you were floating.

You chased his lips for a final peck when he started to pull away, making him smile. He looked handsome in the late afternoon sun and you allowed yourself to study his face. A few freckles lined his cheeks and you reached up to run your finger over them. Then your hand fell so that you could wrap your arms around him in an embrace. His secured around you in return.

It was getting closer to the time he had to meet up with Sam and the agents to eavesdrop on a meeting being held at a classified location near the Port of Kiel shipyard.

“You have to leave me soon, don’t you?” You asked, head resting on his shoulder.

“In another hour,” he confirmed. “I should be back before it gets too late.”

“Okay,” you murmured. “And you promise you guys will be safe?”

Bucky chuckled and gave you a squeeze. “We’ve done this kinda stuff once or twice, doll. We’ll be alright,” he said, a note of teasing to his tone. “But, yes. I promise.”

It was before midnight when he arrived back at the house. Late, but before midnight nonetheless. When he walked through the front door, you were laying on the couch in the living room, curled up in one of the fluffy blankets you’d packed. The TV glowed as it aired a nightly news report that had failed to grasp your full attention. You would’ve crawled into bed had you not been waiting for him.

The sight of his tall frame made you push yourself up to stand, the blanket slipping off you, and back down to the couch. You didn’t realize that a small smile had stretched across your face.

“See?” He said, smiling back. “Not too bad, right? Could’ve been later.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “How’d everything go?”

He ran a hand through his hair as he began to walk towards you. His boots thudded against the wooden planks of the floor. “Things are looking pretty good so far,” he began. There wasn’t anything discussed that raised reason for concern. We’ll see how things play out as we keep an eye out these next few days. That’ll determine everyone’s next move,” he explained, stopping a little ways in front of you. “How about you, pretty girl? What’d you get up to while I was gone?”

Nothing worth noting, you wanted to say. But you decided to tease him instead. “Oh, you know.” You shrugged. “A little bit of everything. Went out on the town, danced on a few tables, got whisked away by a stranger—electrifying stuff.”

A hint of a smirk appeared on Bucky’s face as he narrowed his eyes at you. “I don’t think you’d look this cozy after doing all that.” He began to take off his leather jacket, revealing a black T-shirt that accentuated the definition of his upper body. His vibranium arm almost seemed to blend into the dark fabric, making the gold streaks of accent stand out. Black was one of your favorite colors on him for that very reason.

But you weren’t done messing with him quite yet. “Maybe that’s what I want it to seem like.” You raised your brows in a challenge. Bucky stared at you for a few more beats before stalking off towards the master bedroom with a lighthearted roll of his eyes.

“Wait, no! Don’t leave.” You laughed, following after him.

Bucky didn’t react when you wrapped your arms around him in a jarring hug, forcing him to walk into the bedroom carting a portion of your weight as you attempted to slow his steps. The room was a modest space suited with a neutral color scheme. Lots of browns and creams with a couple pops of a pretty burnt orange. The full-sized bed was smaller than the two of you were used to, but the proximity that came along with sleeping in it hadn’t been too bad the previous night.

He tossed his jacket onto it.

“I was just kidding,” you said. “I was here the whole time. I went out back to watch the sunset, but I hardly did anything other than that. Just scrolled on my phone and read a little. And missed you.”

He finally laughed and pried your arms from around him. “I know, doll.” Then he smirked. “You’d probably fall if you actually tried dancing on a table.”

“Hey!” You lightly slapped his chest with the back of your hand. “I would not.” Bucky’s laughter dwindled when you pouted and took a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Oh, c’mon,” he said, moving to stand in front of you. “I was joking. You know I was.” You almost cracked a smile when he lifted your chin so you could meet his eyes.

“Ich liebe dich,” he stated. German for I love you.

“I have no idea what you just said.” That was a lie.

You let him pull you to your feet as his shoulders shook with amusement. “Yes you do,” he countered.

Then he took your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your forehead, your nose, and peppered some across your cheeks in a way that pleasantly ghosted over your skin. In between them, he told you that he loved you in a few of the languages he spoke—the ones in which he knew you were familiar with the phrase. He even called you “pretty girl” in Russian before pecking your lips. The whole while, warmth spread through your face.

He smiled at the sight of the sparkle in your eyes. “Do I need to repeat anything, or did you understand?”

That drew a chuckle out of you, against your attempt and feigning indifference. “Stop making me laugh,” you whined in defeat. “I’m supposed to be angry with you.”

“And how’s that working out?”

“It’s not,” you muttered. “I love you too.”

And your lips met his once more.

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empower-bi-women · 3 years

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Thigh riding with Bucky

A/N: So I wrote something for the start of FATWS I figured I should write something for the end, considering we actually have a real personality for him now. Sorry it's so short I got mad projects due but I didn't want to leave y'all hanging. As always feedback is greatly appreciated :)

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This boy’s thighs are thiccc

They are the perfect seat (other than his face wink wink)

He knows you have a thing for them especially when he wears that thigh holster with the knife on one side and the gun on the other

He’ll act all innocent when you come up to him and sit in his lap on movie nights with the gang but he knows exactly what's up

If you've been a bit of a brat that day his favourite punishment is making you get off on his thigh but right before you can cum he’ll just lift you off, giving you that sadistic smile of his.

“Come on doll you didn't really think that it would be that easy did you?”

He loves how you whine and claw at his shoulders as you drag your hips across his thighs.

He won't help you either, oh no this smug bastard will lean back and watch you struggle all the while teasing and mocking you.

When he flexes his thigh against your clit and you moan out, clinging to him and burying your face in his neck he whispers “What's the matter doll I thought you liked when I do that?”

You tried your best to stifle your moans but Bucky wasn't having any of it. He started to bounce his leg up and down creating further stimulation against your poor clit.

After a few edges when you can barely move your hips anymore Bucky will grab your waist and force you to move against his thick thigh.

“Come on doll you can do it, you can cum now.” he whispers in your ear as you grind your hips against him, “I want you to make a mess all over me, I know you can do it.”

You cum with a shout of his name as your body goes limp against his. He strokes your hair softly as you catch your breath.

“Get on your back,” he growls, pulling your hair back to look you in the eyes, “I’m not done with you yet.”

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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could you do a blurb in fatws where bucky and the reader have feelings for each other and zemo is trying to flirt with the reader?

Warnings: use of pet name [bunny], mention of toys, references to sex, possessive!Bucky, language, minors dni

A/N: Yuh, I would love to have Bucky and Zemo fight over me so here we are 😇

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You looked at Bucky’s back, biting your lip as you contemplated your next actions. You know what Zemo was trying to do; his half-masked attempts at flirting were not exactly subtle. And for some reason...you weren’t totally abhorred by the thought of Helmut Zemo making a move on you. He was handsome, that was easy to see, and it had been a while since you’ve had...anyone. Quite frankly your hand and toys weren’t cutting it anymore.

It wasn’t like you could wait for Bucky for forever. At some point you’d have to accept that either he didn’t feel the same way or he just wasn’t ever going to make a move. Over the past year your little back and forth with him continued to grow but it never amounted to anything besides a lingering touch here and there or longing looks thrown in the other’s direction when you thought they weren’t looking, and very flirtatious banter. But still...you could make a move on your own, but you were too stubborn - just like him.

Maybe Zemo wasn’t a bad choice after all. He’d been more friendly lately, making his desire for you known to everyone. In some ways it was a little bold and exhilarating; to have someone be this brazen in their desire for you. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t warmed up to the possibility of having him.

“Tell me,” you accepted the drink he slid across the island at you, leaning over on your elbows so he could see down the front of your loose shirt. It wasn’t a subtle move, but at this point it didn’t matter, “when’s the last time you’ve been with anyone, Baron?”

Zemo almost looked startled by your question - almost. He kept his cool and took a long drag of his drink, finishing it off and setting it back down on the cool granite. The corners of his lips pulled into a wolfish smile as he studied you for a moment. You put on your best poker face as you tried not to let any of the cracks show, “it has been a while. Why little bunny? What’s got you so interested?”

“You look like you know how to touch a woman,” you threw back the rest of your drink, hoping it would work like liquid courage. Despite not being particularly loud, you could sense that Bucky heard you across the apartment, seeing his head turn slightly from the corner of your eye. This was a dangerous game indeed, and yet you were thrilled with it, “like you know just how to give me what I need.”

“Have you ever been with a man?” he asked suddenly as a tingle spread throughout your body. He took a step closer, slowly making his way over to you, “or have they all been boys?”

“Umm,” you were speechless as he leaned over and put his hand on your face, slowly stroking his thumb over your cheek. Your lips parted as you looked at him like a deer in headlights. He was close enough to where you could smell his aftershave and count every little freckle. He really was handsome, “n-no.”

“Are you scared little bunny?” he leaned in so his lips were just shy of yours and part of you was screaming to close the gap and kiss him, “you weren’t so shy before. Or are you afraid that you can’t handle it?”

“I-I can handle it,” you gasped as he ghosted his fingers along your jaw and down the column of your throat before lightly putting his whole hand around your throat. He was squeezing ever so slightly, but it was just enough to dizzy you and leave you wanting more, “please.”

While the two of you stared at each other, it was like the world had stopped existing and Bucky wasn’t in the adjacent room. He’d overheard every word, seen every little moment, attempting to compose himself, but it was getting harder with each passing second. You were his, not Zemo’s.

“You have such a smart little mouth,” he said slowly as he licked his lips, “I wonder if you’re able to put it to good use for something other than talking back. Are you going to let me-”

“Get your hands off of her,” the voice was cold as ice as the two of froze and slowly turned to find Bucky standing there, nothing but anger in his eyes. You swallowed the lump in your throat as Zemo removed his hand from your throat and crossed his arms over his chest, “she’s mine.”

“I wasn’t aware she belonged to anyone,” the two men stared at each other intently as you weren’t sure what to do, “I think the little bunny is free to do whatever she wants. Tell James what you want.”

“I…” you stared at the floor for a moment, studying your feet while you felt the two men studying you intently, “I...dunno.”

“Come on little bunny.”

“Umm…” you slowly looked up and then found your eyes wandering over to Bucky. He met yours with a steely gaze that caused a shiver to run down your spine and a tingling in your lower belly, “James.”

Zemo tuttled lightly, a small sound of disappointment as he looked between the two of you. He took a step back and nodded; the Baron was a lot of things, but he wasn’t about to impose or force himself on anyone. As soon as his name had left your lips, you seemed surprised that you’d said anything, a warm flush creeping into your neck and cheeks.

“And so she has made her choice,” Zemo said as he poured himself another drink, unfazed by the whole situation, “if you should ever choose to come to a different conclusion little bunny, do let me know.”

Without another word, he nodded at the two of you before clutching his drink and walking out of the kitchen, humming quietly under his breath. It was almost dead silent as he retreated and closed the door to his bedroom, leaving the two of you to stare silently at each other. Bucky’s gaze was unwavering and intense, and you felt as though you were slowly coming undone in front of him. When the silent became too great, you cleared your throat, ready to scramble away to your own quarters.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” Bucky reached out and grabbed your arm in gentle, but firm grip, effectively stopping you in your tracks. You swallowed thickly as you turned to look back at him with nervous eyes. When you didn’t say anything, he raised an eyebrow, “I asked you a question: where do you think you’re going?”

“I…” you trailed off as you watched him look at you with hungry, dark eyes, pupils completely blown with lust, “just leaving.”

“I’m not done with you yet,” he practically growled as you left all of that go directly to your already aching cunt, “I meant what I said - you’re mine.”

“I thought you didn’t feel the same,” you were looking at much with such surprised innocence that it was a miracle Bucky didn’t take you then and there, “you never-”

“Guess I jus’ needed that asshole to remind me of how much you mean to me,” he released his grasp on your arm and gently reached up to touch your face. After all this time - you’d never been reading the signs incorrectly at all, “just the idea of him touching you disgusts me.”

“What are you going to do about it then, Buck?” you gripped his wrist and pulled his hand away, a challenging look on your face as you tilted your head to the side, “so far you’ve been all talk.”

Maybe the alcohol was suddenly working as a confidence boost. Normally you would have shied away or let him take full control but today you were feeling...confident. The fact that two grown men had all but fought over you didn’t hurt either.

“You want this?” he licked his lips as his eyes instinctively fell to yours. Of course you wanted this; you’d practically been throwing yourself at him for the last year. You nodded slightly and his smile just grew, stretching from ear to ear, “you better be real sure sweetheart. I won’t be gentle and I won’t be nice. You are mine in every way and you will do what I say. Understood?”

Your jaw was clutched in his hand and his grip was practically bruising. Your whole body was burning with lust and desire, wanting him to use you and mark you up as his, “I’m yours, Bucky. Use me as you please.”

“I’m going to like this,” this was a side you’d never seen before of him and you suddenly wondered why you’d never tapped into it before. Despite his words, you knew he would never truly hurt you, “you’re such a good little bunny, aren’t you?”

“Mhmm,” you sighed, head already empty except for thoughts of him and what you wanted him to do to you, “I’ll be good.”

“Then on your knees,” he insisted as you readily complied, letting your knees hit the cool tile of the floor, “and do as I say.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

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logicalstansadvice · 2 years

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I know this might be an absolutely shocking take for those folks who seem to be against Sebastian continuing to be in the MCU (& who seem to think he’s being forced to play Bucky by some unknown force (CAA? MCU? Some rando cryptid monster under his bed?)), but have you ever considered that maybe he actually enjoys making films with them, and maybe he actually enjoys playing Bucky? Plus, I’m sure the money allows him to do smaller, indie films that might not pay as much or small films that he might like to invest in as a producer.

It’s not one or the other, he can do both the MCU *and* other films. He doesn’t have limit, except the one that he sets for himself. It’s not our place to say what he can/cannot do or what he should/should not do. He is an adult and able to say ‘no’ to things-no matter what this weird fandom has created for their wacked out group fanfiction regarding his life- CAA does not actually control his life. Don’t like it, don’t watch. It’s really that simple.

Plus comic book Bucky in the Thunderbolts is awesome. It’s one of my favorite comicbook storylines for him.

Anon 2: "The only thing the MCU does for him is he makes money from them!" That's not true. Not going to name names, but there are several former and Marvel leads who have gotten parts much more off their Marvel stardom than off of their acting abilities. We got a small taste of speaking Bucky in FATWS, and if we get more in TB, his popularity will grow even more, and so when he's up against actors with franchises, it will be more likely to come down to acting ability.

Anon 3: lol do you really think he's going to be co-leader just because mcu said he will? Congratulations on your constant hope at marvel. Miss Flo will be the sole leader of this thing! // If she were the sole leader, Seb would have been announced right after Wyatt. Instead, he was singled out from the rest of the cast that was present and announced after Flo. I think that was a very specific choice from Feige, but, well, whatever helps you sleep at night.

Anon 4: He's doing it by contract lol // Nah. The 9-picture contract expired. Seb is doing Thunderbolts because he wants to. My guess is that, as with most Seb projects, this cast is what sold him. Julia Louis-Dreyfuss, Florence Pugh, David Harbour and Wyatt Russell are all people I could see Seb wanting to work with.

Anon 5: Whatever it is the MCU does for him, it must be good enough that he keeps saying yes. Maybe he gets enough money that he can continue taking roles in smaller films he believes in. Maybe he enjoys working with these people. Maybe it's fun. Maybe he likes inhabiting Bucky and wants to keep doing it. Whatever the reason, it gets him in front of a lot of eyeballs, and that's not a bad thing. If we're talking name recognition from the general public, the only two roles he's done that the majority of the public are going to recognize are the Winter Soldier and Tommy Lee.

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More Thoughts on MoonKnight E4

I just really need to talk some more about this episode, I’m so sorry it’s not my usual content, but this episode has been niggling at my brain rent-free since it aired, to the point where I’ve had to rewatch it a few times and now my meta-brain which LOVES doing character studies has been firing all weekend and won’t leave me alone until I write this down. Spoilers, discussion about mental health, and frustration with a tired-assed trope below cut.

Please know, before I begin, what I know about DID is based on reading wikipedia and mental health resources online, and watching a few systems on YouTube. I am not a professional, just someone who reads a lot about mental health to help understand my own issues, as well as someone who likes doing fictional character studies as a hobby. PLEASE correct me if I’m wrong anywhere and please call out anything offensive, I will fix.

First though, I need to get this off my chest:

I’m frustrated with the pre-E5 theories (especially now that everyone is caught up to the press and no one knows what will happen) that insinuate Marc is “just crazy” and the whole series is all in his head and that the psych hospital was “the real world”, even though it’s SO FUCKING OBVIOUS it’s not (sharp and breakable objects everywhere should have been the first red flag).

I HATE HATE HATE those theories, and there are a couple big-name YouTube review channels that are dying on this hill (one was JUST uploaded this morning AGAIN), and it’s SO frustrating. I GET that Marc/Steven are unreliable narrators, and that’s the point of the show, but for some reason these theories specifically bug me. Not sure if it’s because:

It’s such a TIRED ASSED trope that I’ve seen done ad nauseam;

I can’t speak for anyone with DID, but... to me this theory seems SUPER insensitive?? Marvel SEEMS to already have kind of been trying to be treating this character and his disorder respectfully, and these reviewers’ are treating it like Marvel would take this route for a "what a TWIST!” in their penultimate episode, which with these shows have statistically been the “all plot threads are coming together and now the main lead understands themselves better” episodes (see WandaVision, FATWS, Hawkeye...). WandaVision explored Wanda’s past / psyche, and I think we’re getting that too with Marc/Steven/Third Alter. Or;

I’m low-key suffering second-hand embarrassment because this “everything or nothing is a dream” is the same stuff I’ve been through already with Sherlock, but to varying degrees and I’m just tired of it I guess. Maybe I’m having some mild flashbacks from that time, specifically with one theory I disagree with that I’ve talked about a few times.

I actually prefer and suspect, working on the data we already know about the characters (and again, probably as someone whose been through this all before with Sherlock and trying to figure out the whole “being shot” sequence), that this weird final 10 minutes is actually Marc’s version of Sherlock’s Mind Palace, sort of how Marc is coping with his own death, either in his Inner Space or within his own perception of the Egyptian underworld. The lights and everything falling sideways? Marc’s body being moved on the outside as someone is trying to save his life.

Okay, now that that’s out of the way, some stuff I absolutely adored about this episode:

LAYLA. Holy shit, I want to marry her. I love her. Marc is a big dummy for pushing her away, and it’s no wonder Steven is smitten with her.

Steven is SO innocent and genuine, I love him so much. He instinctually knows what Marc should have done (by telling Layla why he was pushing her away), which in turn shows that Steven is the more empathic of the two. Marc even comments on it later that it was “unexpected” that Steven would have done that and that Layla reacted the way she did. Steven can read people better than Marc. I like that they’re showing each of them realizing their strengths in this episode.

Steven geeking out NEVER gets old for me. I relate to him so much, hahha.

Layla and Steven as a ship, it’s a sweet dynamic with chemistry that’s so innocent and genuine. I actually ship it more than Marc/Layla, but I, regardless, love the idea of Layla accepting Marc is a System and she will love all of them by the end of the series. Layla is seeing this whole other side to her husband that he has (understandably) hidden from her, and trying her best to understand it. I think through Steven she sees just how much her husband feels he has to hide from the world, and I think by this point she understands how much Marc is struggling and trying to show them that the system doesn’t have to be alone.

Love the payoff of two one-liners in this episode. The first is “I’ll throw us off a cliff”, which is followed up by Steven falling into the pit, literally looking like he was thrown into it. The second and more ominous one that foreshadows the climax of the episode is Steven asking Marc if “you’re gonna drown us now?” and Marc replies “Maybe.”... which kind of foreshadows Marc’s second death falling into the water and metaphorically drowning them both into the inner space/underworld.

Steven and Marc reuniting in the ward (more in next section). It was sweet and just showed how much they need each other.

Just Steven and Marc in general, slowly coming to understand each. I’m interested in what this will do with another alter introduced (it’s obvious to me that the “twist” in E5 will be the third alter introduction, which will be satisfying because they put the clues there since episode one for you to figure it out) into the system, and how they inevitably come to work together and learn that they all serve important functions for the system, and that they all need each other.

I loved the whole... aesthetic of this episode. Tomb Raider meets Indiana Jones meets creepy fantasy-horror elements meets the fantastical meets psychological mindfuck.

GOD, Ethan Hawke is a FANTASTIC villain. Creepy, charismatic, vindictive, and cruel in a subtle way. Great choice.

Oscar’s acting, holy toledo. The confrontation scene with Harrow and Marc was AMAZING, and until Marc and Steven were on screen together, I didn’t realize how MUCH character Oscar put into each alter... I REALLY believed he had a twin acting alongside him. Amazing.

Only TWO gunshots, I think is SUPER SIGNIFICANT. One for Marc, one for Steven, both in the heart (which was established in an earlier episode was important for keeping in tact in Egyptian mummification... BRILLIANT Chekov’s gun getting its payoff in episode 5 or 6, I hope), because they’re the only two alters that Harrow knows about... I think it’s the THIRD alter, which I suspect is a Protector Alter for the system, will be the one who they need to learn to accept into the system and help them come back. This DELIBERATE showing of ONLY TWO shots, and BOTH into the heart was very good.

Taweret is so cute OMG. I’ve been learning a few things about her from Wiki and videos, and she isn’t just a fertility goddess, but also one who helps with REBIRTH, which I think is a BIG important theme... Marc / Steven / Altar 3 will be “reborn” as a full system who have learned to work together after their mind-journey in E5 (rather than hide from each other) to stop Ahmmet and Harrow.

And totally selfish: I REALLY want to be hugged by Oscar Isaac, OMG, that was such a snuggle hug that I crave so bad.

Finally, I need to talk about that WHOLE psych ward scene, because it was HEARTBREAKING for me. This show is doing a great job at having its audience sympathise with Marc and Steven, but I found that I was less invested in Marc UNTIL this scene. After just ten minutes, I adored him and I just wanted to give him a big hug, because this scene (after a rewatch) emphasizes just how chaotic Marc’s mind is, and how horrific his trauma that caused the DID must have been.

First, the fact that his inner-world is a psych ward screams to me that he has probably spent a LONG time in and out of hospitals just like it. It’s a place of familiarity, and probably “safety” of sorts for Marc as his dying mind retreats here to cope with it.

The fact that everyone he has ever met as either Marc or Steven in recent memory show up here makes me think that his initial reincarnation by Khonshu was traumatic enough to fracture the walls between he and Steven (given that there is a drawing of Khonshu in this memory palace, I am linking it to the resurrection). Every person they have recently interacted with affects them on a subconscious level... I haven’t worked out why it’s only recent people and not people from his past yet, but if rumours are true that E5 is about Marc’s childhood thru to his first death, I’m hoping that will be answered.

The dialogue in this WHOLE scene from various characters is SCREAMING to me that this is all shit Marc has had to deal with before: • With Layla, “You Won” vs “We won” vs “I won”: I’m wondering if Marc feels some sort of resentment towards Layla for something here. OR if because he, as Steven, not minutes before, uttered “We won” that this is fresh on his mind, and he’s feeling resentment for that. Hmm. • “Here you are, you’re favourite spot” from the cop-orderly, who parks Marc right in front of what INITIALLY seems like a wall, but is actually a reflective surface, and we also discover that he’s chained to his chair and drugged up the wazoo: I suspect that this has happened to Marc for real, and it fucking HURTS me. Drugged and tied up to a chair probably because his other unknown alter is a little-less-passive and probably is a Protector for the system... In turn that Protector – if Marc’s trauma got so bad he ended up in a hospital numerous times unwillingly – possibly fronted every time and fought all of the staff to the point of him needing to be drugged and chained to “stay calm”. And I imagine, in the past, he may have had an orderly take pity and let him sit in front of the only reflective surface they had in bright-light settings so he could talk to Steven at the very least. Also, I think it’s important to point out, the absolute FEAR when Marc calls for Steven in this scene. It broke my heart because it suddenly clicked to me after a second rewatch that Marc can’t FEEL or even SEE Steven, and that’s why he’s scared – possibly it’s how he felt every time he was drugged, being forced to lose the person/people who helped him cope with his trauma... I feel like he and Steven, at one time, were aware of each other on the regular and shared a close bond, and every time Marc was forced into this similar situation, it terrified him because he COULDN’T FEEL STEVEN and as such, Steven couldn’t take that fear away from Marc (my theory is that Steven is the one who bears the weight of all the fear and anxieties the system has and just goes with it, so Marc dealing with that on his own is traumatic in itself) • With Harrow again in the Office: Basically everything he says SCREAMS shit Marc (and many other people with mental health issues and illnesses) has heard before... the gaslighting (making Marc question his reality); “you’re only sedated because of your own actions” (refer back to the Protector alter point I made above); Harrow belittling Marc’s need for Steven and Marc’s need to deflect; belittling Marc’s triggers; “I understand how you’re feeling [...] you can be healed... this one hurts the most because of HOW it’s said, more like “you’re broken and we can fix you and make you ‘normal’” which I’m sure he’s been told so many times by people in his life. • Finally, the reunion with Steven. Up until this point, the two seemed to have a bit of a contentious but begrudging respect for each other. This scene though... holy shit it was powerful. Marc and Steven reunite, and grip each other tightly, knowing now how much they need each other to survive. It’s a sweet scene that broke my heart, because here in the inner world (which Marc I think understands he’s in in some capacity) he can’t FEEL Steven, but if he sees him, knows he’ll be okay. I also find it interesting that Marc pointedly ignores the other sarcophagus, but if you watch Steven in the background you see him a bit puzzled as to why they’re bypassing it, even pointing at it behind Marc’s back. I think that’s important because I think Steven KNOWS on a subconscious level they need to free the third alter, but Marc – for some reason we do not know yet – is either oblivious to who is in there, or is not ready to face that trauma that caused the need for a third altar to begin with.

I think in the end, we will see all three come to an understanding that they need each other and all of their talents and skills will in turn make them a formidable opponent. I feel like the end will be their system finally working as one, and finally at peace with each other (if my understanding of the Lemire run of Moon Knight is correct, a similar thing happened at the end)

Also, kind of unrelated, but I think it would be interesting if by the end it’s STEVEN who fronts more than Marc, rather than the other way around, as a flip on the comics, which Marvel tends to do with their shows. I dunno, maybe I’m just biased because I love Steven, and I want to see him interact with the other characters, and because I want him to meet Dr. Strange and go “I’m Steven with a V!” because I adore his innocence and his ability to find positives in everything.

Anyway. I love this show. I look forward to see if Marvel either fucks it up completely (I have found – with the exception of Hawkeye – that all their final episodes for these shows have been really lacklustre, and I would hate for this one to just... fall at the end) or if they cement Moon Knight as a character I want to see more of. I think I like this show so much is BECAUSE it’s so detached from the MCU, it’s got a character that is GENUINELY interesting and so different that they’re actually putting focus on, and it’s a nice change of pace. I like the genre switch too, hope that we’re done with all the big blow-uppy shit and focus more on the supernatural, magical and psychological. Interested to see if this ties into MoM which comes out the week of the finale... I have a feeling they will, that timing (and the MoM reshoots and rewrites following the schedule reshuffling of the TV Shows) is NOT a coincidence, in my opinion.

Thanks for reading, all. I LOVE doing character studies so much. I’ll probably have more to say following Episode 5. We’ll see. E4 and 5 are usually the best ones of these shows.

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a little more touch my body // b.b

summary: babie!!! hi!! may i please request a fic based on into you by ariana grande pls? i'll leave the rest up to you, please surprise me (you can also choose if you want to write it for sam, steve, or bucky) thank you so much !!! <3

warnings: lil bit of sexy times, fatws spoilers if you haven’t watched, mentions of alcohol (beer), language

word count: 2.7k

a/n: i chose to write this for bucky!! hope you all enjoy!

“Well, don’t you two look like a sight for sore eyes?”

You huffed out a laugh at your own comment as you stepped down onto the boat, making sure to grip the ledge behind you to avoid losing your balance as the structure bobbed against the tides.

Sam and Bucky sat looking exhausted, each with a beer in their hand, faces slick with sweat and grease. You could nearly smell them from here.

“Where were you all afternoon? Said you’d help,” Bucky raised an eyebrow as he looked you up and down, beer bottle against his lips as he took another sip. As if he knew what he was doing, he leaned his arm back behind him, muscles and tanned skin glistening under the late afternoon sunlight. You peeled your eyes away from the sight just in time to catch the end of his question.

You placed your hands on your hips, giving him a grin, “Sorry to ditch, I was in town with Sarah picking up some stuff. But clearly, I’m devastated that I couldn’t be here to get all gross with you guys.”

Part of you was rather bummed you missed the action. You’d have loved nothing more than to be working alongside Bucky, both of you working up a sweat and sneaking in little touches here and there while Sam looked the opposite way. Little touches that would never really amount to more, but were fun in the moment.

You couldn’t count how many weeks — no, scratch that — months, that you and Bucky had been building up this tension. The winks across the room, the lingering touches when you walked by one another, the inappropriate innuendos and jokes when no one was around. Except that one time that you thought no one was around and ended up subjecting poor Sam to your crude jokes over your earpiece.

It was torture, but the best kind. Bucky knew exactly how to wind you up, and vice versa. Did you ever think this would amount to more? Probably not. You had overheard countless conversations between Buck and Steve about how he wasn’t ready to take a step towards intimacy just yet. Not so soon after regaining his mind and coming back from five years out of extinction, to be more specific.

You couldn’t blame him, though. And you weren’t going to push for more. Not if it made him uncomfortable. No, for now, you were having a blast bubbling up the sexual tension.

“I see that,” Sam motioned his bottle in your direction, “This is an act of betrayal, I hope you know.”

You rolled your eyes, sitting down between the two. The wooden surface was boiling under your legs, so you lifted your knees to keep your skin from burning.

“Oh, drama queen,” you grumbled, reaching your hand towards the cooler. You hadn’t done much physical work today, but the weather was still impossibly hot and a nice cool drink would help for sure.

As soon as you lifted the cooler lid, it came slamming down.

“Buck, what the hell—,” you turned your gaze to the super soldier, a small smirk on his lips.

“Cool drinks are for the workers, sorry,” he was clearly fighting a shit-eating grin, much to your annoyance. His hand was gripped tightly around the cooler lid, thumb brushing against your own skin.

“You two are going to drink all six?” you scoffed, tilting your head to the side as if challenging him.

He raised his eyebrows and nodded his head, pulling his hand away from yours and taking another sip of his beer as if emphasizing his point before speaking, “I think you forget how high my tolerance is.”

“Ah, of course,” you nodded slowly, “How could I forget? Silly me.”

Bucky shot you a wink, leaning back against the edge of the boat. The angle of the sun was hitting him perfectly and you wondered if the heavens above were testing you. The dark blue of his shirt accented his eyes, shining brightly as they looked you over. His dark hair had a few natural highlights — probably thanks to spending nearly a week here under the Louisiana sunshine.

He was so distracting you nearly forgot Sam was behind you until Sarah called his name.

“Sam, can you help me out for a second?” her voice was distant over the sound of the water hitting the boat and your own heart beating a million miles an hour.

He stood up with a grunt, following after her. And leaving you and Bucky alone.

“Just a sip?” you asked, eyes darting back to the cooler before meeting his again, “I’ll take one little sip and then you can have the rest of the bottle.” A fake pout made its way to your lips and you had to fight a smirk at the way his eyes darted down to watch before snapping back up to yours.

“Nope,” he popped the p, giving you another wink. As he brought the bottle back up to his lips, you scooted closer to him, reaching your hand out and taking it out of his grasp before it could reach his lips.

“What—,”

Before he could finish his sentence, you brought the bottle to your lips, giving him a wink before taking a rather large sip. The taste wasn’t great — it was the cheap beer that you guys had picked up yesterday at the corner store — but you were just trying to rile him up. You hadn’t really wanted the drink that badly.

Bucky’s eyes were practically glued to you. You could swear he didn’t even blink as you maintained eye contact, handing him the bottle back with a small wink.

His tongue slid out to wet his lips, suddenly fidgety under the sun. You internally pat yourself on the back, but you didn’t show it. Instead, you maintained a steady staring contest with Buck, not sure who was going to crack first.

God, your heart was beating so fast. Your skin was so warm. You could feel the back of your neck begin to sweat and you could swear that your hands were just as clammy. How did you ever get anything done around this man before?

“I feel like I’m interrupting,” Sam — curse him and his horrible timing — stepped back onto the boat, causing it to sway a bit under his steps.

“What? — It’s — we’re fine,” Bucky stuttered with a hoarse voice, clearing his throat as if you hadn’t noticed. Once again, an internal pat on the back.

“Yeah, okay,” Sam chuckled, “Whatever you guys say. Just keep it PG around my nephews.”

You should be embarrassed by Sam’s jabs, but you couldn’t really bring yourself to feel that way. Instead, you were only focused on how close Bucky was to you. You could smell him — he didn’t smell too great right now, to be honest — but that wasn’t the point. Publicly, you guys never really sat or stayed close to each other. It was more professional if you guys didn’t show whatever was happening between the two of you, really.

But now, relaxed and away from danger, you were both letting your guard down. Sam was sitting across from you, poking fun, but neither of you scooted away from the other like you usually would. It was nice, you thought. This little sense of normalcy. Feeling like you were just two adults insanely attracted to each other instead of two busy Avengers on a break.

You brought yourself back to the moment as you stood up, giving them both a little smile, “I’ll give you guys some guy time, I’ll go help Sarah with dinner.”

Sam gave you a little wave, Bucky keeping his mouth shut as you made your way off the boat, holding onto the little railing as you made your way back onto land. You pulled your shirt down, covering the little bit of your stomach that had been exposed while scooting closer to Bucky.

Shaking your head and trying to un-rile yourself, you made your way over to the Wilson household, a small skip in your step as you did so.

The lasagna and garlic bread that you and Sarah collaborated on went down quick — unsurprisingly, since Sarah had more tips and tricks in the kitchen than you could possibly hope to count — and before you knew it, you were bidding everyone goodnight.

Your pull out couch in the basement was calling your name and normally you couldn’t wait to get under the covers and snooze right off. Except tonight, as soon as you got under the covers, you felt wide awake.

Bucky was in the other room, a small door separating the both of you. You didn’t usually talk after everyone had gone to bed, not wanting to wake anyone up or prevent either of you from getting the proper sleep, but tonight you couldn’t help it. You were practically itching to go over and see him, and you doubted you’d get any sleep if you didn’t. It was like a magnet was pulling the two of you together and the harder you pulled away, the stronger the tug was.

You slipped on a pair of socks after getting out of the bed, the fresh air of the basement hitting your body like a gentle embrace. It had been stupidly warm under the blankets just moments before, so the coolness was very much welcome against your skin.

Your footsteps were muffled by the carpeted floor as you made your way to the door separating you both, knuckles gently knocking against the wood before you could take a second to think about what you were doing. If Bucky was asleep, you’d just be waking him up, and that wouldn’t be very nice, would it? However, if he was awake, what would you even say?

“Yeah?”

Bucky’s voice was soft on the other side of the door, and the creaking hinges broke the beautiful peace as you opened it up, eyes struggling to see in the dark. A small lamp was lit on Bucky’s bedside table, his own blankets tossed off the bed as he sat on the edge. He wore a pair of Sam’s pyjama pants — which you had teased him about a couple of times now — but he wasn’t wearing a shirt. That fact alone was enough to get you to stumble on your own two feet.

“Were you sleeping?” you asked, trying to keep your voice as quiet as possible. You remembered Sarah mentioning the basement ceiling wasn’t properly insulated and voices very easily carried throughout the house.

“No,” he replied, eyes meeting yours in the comfortable darkness of the room. You suddenly felt awfully nervous under his gaze, picking at your fingernails as you leaned against the doorframe.

“Okay, that’s good,” you nodded awkwardly, mind still completely blank on whatever it was that you wanted to say. Bucky didn’t seem to mind the awkward silence, though, his eyes scanning over your body slowly just to make sure you were alright.

“I don’t really know why I’m here,” you admitted, finally picking your gaze up off the floor to look at him. His lips curved up into a small smirk and he patted the spot next to him on the bed. Trudging over slowly, you could feel the temperature in the room rise up by what felt like a thousand degrees before you finally sat next to him. He smelled better this time — thanks to the shower that you were so tempted to hop in on — and you could feel the comfortable warmth of his skin next to you as the mattress dipped under your weight.

“That’s okay,” he replied after a good long moment, “You don’t have to have a reason.”

You sat facing him, close enough that you could see the steady rise and fall of his chest, his skin holding a warm glow in the cozy atmosphere of the room. He was so painfully beautiful that you didn’t think words could capture the image.

Feeling awfully brave, you slid one of your hands over to his, your warm fingers sliding against the coolness of his vibranium ones. You knew he couldn’t feel your touch, but he shivered anyway, causing you to slide your hand a little closer to his actual skin. His hand reached quickly across and grabbed yours, intertwining your fingers together. Your head fell against his shoulder, resting your forehead against the spot where skin met metal. Without thinking, you lifted your head and pressed a kiss against the same spot, immediately regretting it when you felt his entire body tense up.

“Sorry — I don’t know what I was thinking,” you stuttered, pulling away.

Before you could get too far, you felt both of Bucky’s hands slide around your waist, tugging you onto his lap in an effortless motion. Your thighs landed on either side of him — practically straddling him — and your chest was nearly flushed against his. His forehead fell against yours and you swore you could hear his thoughts. The internal battle he was having with himself on how far he was willing to take this.

You brought one of your hands up to his hair, raking your fingernails against the sensitive skin at the base of his neck and watched his shoulders sag as he let out a sigh. How you two could go from being ready to rip each other’s clothes off on the boat to this, being intimate and close without having done anything yet, you’d never understand.

His hands slid under your pyjama top, gripping your waist in a way to let you know he wasn’t planning on letting go. And you were more than okay with that.

“Buck,” you whispered, the words hanging in the air before he pulled his forehead away from yours and met your lips with his. His kiss was hot — heavy, and you could feel just how much he had been holding back. He gripped you tight, making sure you felt exactly how badly he wanted this. And you felt the same, hands on either side of his face as you pressed your lips and body against his.

You guys went from having an intimate, gentle touching moment, to having a battle of teeth and tongues within thirty seconds. He let out a low groan as you tried to get closer to him, rocking your hips against his. You hadn’t totally done it on purpose, your goal mostly just to be as close to him as possible, but you weren’t regretting the action one bit.

His hands slid further up your shirt until it was tugged off of your body, breaking the feverish kiss for one quick moment before reconnecting at full force. Your mind was blank, numb, but your belly was erupting with every butterfly in existence as he slid his hands around your exposed torso. You didn’t even register the coolness of the metal — too focused on how hot you felt at the moment. He was grabbing at every bit of you that he possibly could, and you were doing the same to him.

For someone who probably didn’t do much self care, his skin was beautifully soft under your touch, hands sliding smoothly down his back and chest as you continued to kiss the life out of each other. It was intoxicating and you swore you’d be addicted to him after tonight.

He somehow managed to flip the both of you over so that he was hovering on top of you, using his forearms to hold himself up as his lips trailed sloppy kisses down your jawline, your neck, to your collarbones. Everything he did just felt so good, so right, that you could hardly remember where you even were at the moment.

Your eyes fluttered shut as he continued down on his path, leaving kisses in every possible spot that was available.

There was no way in hell you were returning to your own bed tonight.

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