#and also it's in agent carter and doesn't count for like

[justmeinadaze]

I was rereading your aftercare series and I thought about if reader and her bf had like really bad sex, maybe like in his car or something, and she doesn't even cum, and then he drops her off at home where Steve and Eddie help her get off and then take the best care of her 💙

Ok so I have a couple of requests in waiting I may use this version of them for. I think it will help focus my brain and since a lot of your requests are like this I think I can fit it into this AU and get them out faster :)

I hope you like!

Why Can't I Be in a Meg Ryan Movie? (Or Even a Good Porno)

Warnings: Actor Steve Harrington/ Rockstar & Actor Eddie Munson and Actress Fem Reader, SMUT, in the shower :), some heavy petting on set, dirty talk, reader and her boyfriend have sex and she does not have a good time (quick and brief), FLUFF, these three are filming a movie together and since they are supposed to be friends they BECAME friends behind the scenes, ANGST, reader is unhappily in a relationship, he's a dick sabotaging scenes and talking down to her, they are filming an 80s Slasher movie together so their are times those scenes are conveyed (mentions of death, blood, needing to feel safe, etc.) Those scenes are brief.

Word Count: 4897

The metalhead swings open his front door, gun drawn as you squeak and hide behind your gorgeous, captain of the football team best friend. 

“Whoa! It’s us, James, it’s us.”

“Jesus, Carter. What the fuck happened?!”, the long-hair boy asks as he gestures you two inside and locks the door. 

“Cindy’s fucking dead.”, the jock answered with a gruff tone as he guided you towards the sink and began washing the blood from your hands as you sobbed. 

“Shit. Nina, I’m so sorry.”

“I-I-It’s ok.”

The man’s palms grip your cheeks as he wipes your tears with his thumbs. 

“It’s not. We can make it through this. I know we can. We just need to figure out who this fucker is so we can kill him ourselves.”

“Agreed but we aren’t doing that tonight. James, is it alright if we stay here with you?”

“Dude, yeah, of course. Sweetheart, you can take the bed and we can—”

“No!”, you cry out. “Please…I don’t want to be alone.”

“Of course, there’s only one fucking bed.”

Everyone in the room groans as you frustratingly lay your forehead against the tattooed arm you had reached out to grab. 

“Cut! Ryan, we’ve talked about this. You can’t interrupt a scene.”

“Aren’t you shooting in the studio next door?”, Steve growled in annoyance as he threw the prosthetic bat he was holding on to the counter. 

“Maybe they got tired of him to.”, Eddie whispered loud enough that your boyfriend could hear. 

When you received the script from your agent to be in a typical 80’s slasher, you immediately turned him down for fear of being type cast like some of the other actresses you read about who starred in the genre but when he mentioned you’d be working with not only the massive heartthrob and brilliant actor Steve Harrington but also the rockstar of one of your favorite bands Corroded Coffin, you changed your tune. 

 When you told your boyfriend however he was less than amused. Honestly, you thought it was more his anger that you were getting a high paying job than who you were working with. Ryan’s own career was starting to stall as the ratings for his current show were in decline. You noticed he had begun taking that out on you in subtle ways like demeaning you at a party or, like right now, sabotaging a scene. 

“Fuck you, Munson. I’m a respected actor! You’ve been in what one other movie?”

“Well shit. He got me, Harrington. What the fuck would I know about being an actor? Please Ryan can you teach me how to get on your level? Teach me how to be an asshole just like you!”

“OK! Jesus.”, the director whined. “Can we reset and do this with no interruptions please?!”

Both men turn and you follow Steve to the other side of the door. 

“I’m so sorry, you guys. He’s not always like this.”

“Hm. You need to be careful with that one, honey. I know he’s your boyfriend and all but I don’t want him to ruin all the hard work you’ve done here.”

“Steve, this is a slasher film about a killer who wears a suit and clown mask killing high school seniors. It’s not Citizen Kane.”, you giggle making them smile. 

“Yeah but picture people dressing up like you like they do with Jamie Lee Curtis or that hot chick whose show was big when we were school. What was it, Steve?”

“I have no idea.”, he chuckles. 

“With the hair and the black dress that…” Eddie mimed pushing his chest together as if he had boobs making you laugh harder. 

“Elvira?”

“YEAH! Good job, princess. Thank you. Imagine people dressing like you in that sexy ass tank top and jeans that hug them hips.”

You grinned as you lightly punched his arm. Since Steve was playing your best friend, after you were cast you reached out to him and invited him to lunch hoping to get to know him better. When he told you Eddie was hisbest friend, you insisted he bring him along and over the last few months had gotten to know both men fairly well. You loved their attitudes and the way they made you laugh. You felt safe with them which in a media dominated by men you appreciated. 

***

“How was your date last night?”, you ask Steve while the three of were laying in the bed on set. 

You were a bit nervous because this was supposed to be your big kiss scene with him so you were trying to lighten the mood as much as possible. 

“Pfft terrible. She whined the entire time about my restaurant choice and was rude to the staff.”, he sighed as Eddie giggled behind you. 

“I tooooold you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Shut up, Munson.”

“See we never had that problem when we shared girls.”

“Whoa! Excuse me. You’re going to have to elaborate on that.”, you laughed with wide eyes. 

“Ok, first off, it did happen a few times which is why we aren’t currently in a relationship. Secondly… Eddie and I…may have shared a partner a time or two.”

“Wow. Do you two, um,…”

“No, we don’t ‘um’ but yeah we like the way a woman unfolds when we take care of her.”, the metalhead smiles making you blush a bit. “Have you ever tried it?”

“Oh, uh, no. I’m not really…adventurous like that I guess.”

“Captain asshole doesn’t blow your mind?”

Your smile widens as you punch his chest.

“Not…no. I don’t know. Ryan tries but lately he seems so distracted.”

“Hm. That’s a shame. Beautiful girl like you should have all the attention on her.” Steve throws a soft grin your way, deepening the pink around your cheeks. 

You’re suddenly very aware you are in a long heavy metal shirt with underwear and no pants while both men are in sweatpants with Steve shirtless. 

“Ok, gang, get comfy. We’re going to do some lighting tests real quick to make sure we’re still good and then we’ll start rolling.”

Nodding, you three get in your places that were discussed in rehearsal. As Eddie wraps his arm around your waist and you do the same across Steve’s tummy, you feel very thankful your boyfriend wasn’t there today. After lifting his arm, you rest your head on his chest as he casually starts playing with your hair. 

“I’m not fucking anything up am I?”, he asks in a deep, husky voice you weren’t prepared for. 

“Oh, uh, no I think…I think you’re fine.” 

“You can put your hand on my chest if you want.”

Blinking up at him, you do what he suggests and a sigh leaves his lips at the feeling. 

“Ok, we are good to go. Everyone is sleeping except you Carter. Nina wakes up, you say your lines, kiss, and then you hear a noise that startles you.”

Your eyes shut as you nuzzle into him as he continues to move his fingers through your hair. 

“Alright, I need quiet on set and action!”

Your head stirs at the feeling of fingers caressing you as your eyes flutter open.

“Carter?”

“Yeah, hey, I’m right here.”

“Have you gotten any sleep?”

“No but I’m ok. James is past the fuck out though.” You both laugh as you glance behind you towards the sleeping metalhead. “He rolled over a while ago and wrapped his arms around you. I guess he thinks you’re a teddy bear or something. You ARE very comfy.”, he grins as he looks down at you. “I’m a little jealous.”

“James IS very pretty.”

His smile grows as he kisses your forehead. 

“Naw, honey. I mean he is very beautiful but…not as beautiful as you.”

Your eyes scan his as you both slowly tilt forward. When his lips land on yours, your body lights up as your palm lightly grips his cheek. His kisses come a bit more passionately as his own hand grips the back of your neck. As his tongue slides into your mouth, you groan as your mind is suddenly clouded with fuzzy feelings of your best friend. 

Is it just you or can you feel your other friend pressing himself against you. Isn’t he asleep? Maybe I could turn and—

“CUT! Guys! Listen!”, the director yells. “I said cut like five times! Y/N, Steve, remember in rehearsal we said it was a soft, delicate kiss.”

“Sorry.”, the actor whispers before turning towards you. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok.” You glance towards Eddie whose eyes are squeezed shut still but he’s murmuring things to himself. 

“Cold showers, cold showers, Wayne naked, fucking Jeff puking after too many booze…”

“Are you alright?”, you ask.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m, um, I’m ok. I’m sorry if you, um, we can…I’m sure the intimacy lady can put like a pillow or something…”, he suggests as his gaze shifts between his legs under the blanket. “Y/N, I don’t think you’re supposed to moan when you kiss him.”

“Huh?”

“You moaned when you were kissing me.”, Steve answered breathily as he continued staring into the void with wide eyes. 

“That’s why I’m…I have a… you have really sexy moans, sweetheart.”

“And you taste really fucking good.”

Your eyes lock with Steve’s at his comment as a heavy exhale escaped your lungs. 

“Alright, gang, reset!”

Laying back in your original positions, you realize Eddie’s is a bit farther from you than he was before. Biting your bottom lip, you turn your head as much as you can towards him. 

“Ed, you can…you can scoot closer.”

“Y/N, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not.” To emphasis your point, you push your lower half into his and a subtle groan leaves his throat. Holding your hips, he grinds against you making your eye lids droop as your rub your thighs together and lift your leg over the other man’s waist, just grazing the growing bulge in the sweats they had them in. 

“Ok! We’re ready to go. Take two and we’re rolling…action!”

You ARE very comfy.”, he grins as he looks down at you. “I’m a little jealous.”

“James IS very pretty.”

His smile grows as he kisses your forehead. 

“Naw, honey. I mean he is very beautiful but not as beautiful as you.”

The boy’s lips feverishly crash to yours as he twists his torso to give himself better access to your

 mouth. 

“Carter.”, you moan.

“Y/N.”, he answers in your ear that’s furthest from the mic.

Your eyes shoot open as you realize what’s happening and no one is in character anymore. Pushing at his chest, he sees the slight regret in your eyes as he tries to regain his composure. 

“I think I heard something.”, you point absently off camera. Throwing off the blanket, he grabs his weapon before you quickly grab his arm. “Be careful…please. I-I-I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

His eyes soften as he leans in and give you a small peck on the lips. 

“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll be ok. I promise.”

############

“Geez.”, Ryan laughed as you tore at his pants in the back seat of his car. “What’s got you all hot and bothered?”

“I just…missed you.”

Your boyfriend’s grin grows as he takes hold of your lower back and flips you around till he’s on top of you yanking down your pants. As he kisses your neck and rubs his cock along the cotton blocking your core, your mind begins to wonder. 

Steve’s lips tasted amazing. I wonder what Eddie tastes like. Feeling them groan in my ear…fucking hell…

As Ryan’s length entered your sex, you suddenly felt underwhelmed.

They both felt so big even through their pants. I wonder what they would feel like inside of me…together…moaning like they had…

“Fuck, babe.” His body shook as he thrust his seed inside of you a bit too aggressively as you laid there unsatisfied. “God that was… did you…?”

Nodding your head, he beamed down at you as he kissed your forehead before reaching for a napkin on the floor of his car. When he handed it to you, you held it without moving as a disgusted look painted your face. 

“I have to get back to work.  You should go home and take a shower. You smell like sweat and that asshole rocker’s cigarettes.”

With that, he exited his vehicle and walked back inside. 

Shaking your head, you ambled over to your own car and reached into your glove compartment for some of the tissues you stored there. You sat in the driver’s seat for a while staring off into space feeling slightly dirty and used. 

You may have initiated the contact but lately Ryan hadn’t been satisfying you and the way he was after didn’t make you feel any better. 

Abruptly, you slammed your door and started the engine, driving off into what you thought was no particular direction. 

#############

“Hi, um, I’m sorry. I must be at the wrong—”

“Are you looking for Steven?”, the girl interrupted sassily. “Yeah you’re in the right place but don’t expect anything from either of these assholes.”

“Carol, why are you answering my door? I told you, please, get out.”

Steve’s eyes met yours as fear flashed through them. 

“All yours, babe.”

As she stomped past you, the boy took her place in the doorway of the apartment. 

“I’m sorry. I should just go.”

“No! Wait, no!”, he yelled panicked as he reached for your arm. “Please, come in. She was just…that’s the girl I had my date with who was rude, remember? She came over because…I didn’t call her? I don’t know.”, he shrugs. 

Stepping into their shared space, you were surprised by how modest it was. With how much money they made together, you would have expected them in a penthouse or a mansion. 

“Is the pterodactyl gone?”, Eddie asks as he exits his room pausing when he sees you. “Shit. Hey, Y/N. Are you alright? You look frazzled.”

“Why pterodactyl?”, you ask with a small smirk as you feel both their eyes intensely scanning you over. 

“She, uh, came in here like a bat out of hell screeching. Raaaaaaaw!”, he mimics as he spreads his arms like wings, smiling when you laugh. “See? I’m an actor.”

“What’s going on, honey? I thought you were spending some time with Ryan.”, Steve inquires as he leans over the back of their couch. 

“I was! I did… we, um, spent some time together… in his backseat…”

“And then he just sent you home?”

“Yeah, well, not right away. First he came in like 3 seconds and I learned that my boyfriend who I’ve been sleeping with for 4 months has no idea what a woman orgasming feels like because he asked me if I did and when I told him yes he got super excited. Then he proceeded to hand me a dirty napkin from his floor to clean myself with and then promptly told me I should go home and shower because I smell gross like sweat and your cigarettes Eddie.”

“Honestly, I’m surprised he even fucking noticed because I was barely even present during the whole experience because I was too busy imagining you two and what you would feel like inside me! Now I feel like a whore, used, and disgusting and I didn’t know where else to go so I just started driving and somehow ended up here and—”

Steve pulling you into his arms and pressing your face into his chest cut you off as you cried.

“Hey, Munson, is your shower actually clean?”

“I’m always on tour, Harrington, so what do you think?”

“No then?” Both boys smile when you giggle against him. “That’s ok. We can use mine. Come on, pretty girl.”

Eddie trails after you both as Steve guides you into his room and towards the bathroom. Opening the door to his standing shower, you marvel at how big it actually is. 

“Wow. This is very nice.”

“Thank you.”, he smiles as he sticks his palm under the water to make sure it its warm. As the steam starts to rise, he gestures inside. “All for you, honey.”

“Just me?”, you whisper as your gaze shifts between them. 

“What would make you comfortable, Y/N?”, Eddie asks as he steps closer to your side. 

Swallowing nervously, you close your eyes as you lift off your shirt and toss it to the side before unbuttoning your jeans to do the same. 

A tap on your shoulder causes you to open them again meeting the metalhead’s chocolate irises as he tries not to glance down your body. 

“You have to say it, sweetheart. If you don’t want this or anything at all that’s absolutely fine. If you want us to even just sit out here while you’re in there or just to stand in there with you…”

“Or if you want us to do some of those things you were imagining us doing when you were with Ryan…you have to say it.”, Steve adds.

Nodding silently, you remove your bra and slide down your panties, their gazes never leaving your face. 

“I want you two to shower with me and take care of me.”

Softly smiling, the remove their clothes and you provide them the same courtesy they did you, keeping your eyes forward. After guiding you in first, they follow behind and you let out a deep sigh as the water hits your hair. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N. I know I’ve always jokingly flirted with you but I do think you are gorgeous.”, Eddie admits making you smile as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Can I kiss you?”

As soon as you get permission your lips connect to his, reveling in the taste of cigarettes that Ryan seemed to have so much disdain for mixed with mint and a hint of alcohol. While his fingers tangled in your hair to pull you closer, Steve’s hands behind you roamed everywhere, down your arms, along your stomach, and up to your breasts. 

The metalhead tenderly kissed your jawline, trailing the valley of your chest. Almost as if offering him a taste, the boy behind you cupped the bottom of you breast as Eddie wrapped his lips around the bud eliciting a soft moan from you. 

“Eddie.”

“Does that feel good, honey?”, Steve murmured in your ear as you leaned your head against his shoulder. 

“Yes. S-So good.”

Descending to his knees, Eddie turned you to face the other man, opening your legs a bit wider and you mewled when his long tongue flicked your entrance. 

“How do you feel now, Y/N?”

“Fuck.” Your response makes Steve chuckle as he grabs your cheeks and brings your lips to his. “Can I…touch you…please…”, you ask between each kiss. 

“Baby, you can touch us as much as you want as long as you’re comfortable.”

As soon as your small hand takes hold of his cock he groans as his forehead falls on yours, panting against your mouth as you stroke him. 

“Shit. We’ve been thinking about you all afternoon. How you would feel and what you would sound like.”

Your head leans against his chest as Eddie’s tongue moves faster inside of you. Abruptly your knees buckle but the metalhead is faster than his friend as he catches you and leans your back against his chest. Looping his arm around your front, he thrusts his two of his fingers into your cunt while you cling to his wrist. 

“That good, baby girl? Good, you deserve it. You’re not a whore, sweetheart, and you’re definitely not disgusting. Cum for me, Y/N.” Turning your head, you passionately kiss him as you come undone. “Fuck, your pussy is so tight when you cum. Are you kidding me?”

“M-More. I want more. Please.”

Steve lifts you up just enough to place your back on the tile as he climbs on top of you and you promptly circle your legs around his waist. 

“This ok? The tile isn’t cold, right?” Shaking your head, you lean up to kiss him, grinding your lower half against his desperately. “Are you… on—fuck—can I cum inside you?”

“Please.”

He licks his lips at the word as his cock twitches against you. Reaching between your bodies, he grips his base and as you tilt up to look you moan at how big he seems even in his own large hand. 

“Go slow at first. I’ve…I’ve never had someone as big as you two.”

“Shit, honey, you can’t say stuff like that.”, Steve breathily laughs as his head hangs, his damp hair tickling your face a bit. “Okay…okay, I can do that.”

Feeling extra warmth by your side, you turn to see Eddie laying on his side as he flashes you a soft smile. Biting his own lip, he watches as your face contorts and your back arches as the boy on top of you starts pushing into your core. 

“It’s ok, princess. You’re ok.”

Steve’s head fell next to your opposite side and your pussy couldn’t help but clench at the sound of his whimpers in your ear. His hand suddenly smacks the floor beside you as his arm bent at the elbow. The action startled you but made his friend laugh. 

“That hard, Harrington?” Your eyes meet his in confusion as he beamed down at you. “He’s trying to control himself from not just pounding into you. Your little pussy is driving him crazy.”

This confused you even more since every man you had been with never had the reaction Steve was having now. Even Ryan made it seem like you and your body were nothing special. 

“Hey, hey come back, Y/N.”, Eddie cooed as he caressed your cheek with his finger. 

That caused Steve to push up on his arms to look down at your face. 

“Are you ok? I’m not h-hurting you or anything right?”

“No, you’re not. No one…no one has ever…made me feel like…BEING with me is anything special.”

They knew what you meant and it broke their hearts as the man inside you kissed your forehead before placing his head back where it had been by your ear. 

“I’m sorry, baby. You deserve so much better then that. Your pussy should be worshipped. Fuck me. I swear, Y/N, I’ve never had anyone as tight as you. I could fucking live inside you. God… I knew it when you kissed me. You’re definitely fucking special.”

When he was fully sheathed inside you, your hands clung to his shoulders while he waited patiently for you to tell him he could move. 

Your hips tested the waters as you rolled them upwards making you both moan as your eyes rolled back. 

“P-Please, Steve.” Tilting up a bit, he placed his nose against yours as he slowly thrust into your body. “Fuck, I can feel you in my stomach.”

His mouth fell open as his pants warmed your face even more than the shower steam around you. As your nails scratched down his back, his pace quickened, hitting that spongy spot inside of you repeatedly as you whimpered at the feeling. 

“Steve. Harder, baby.”

Pushing up onto his knees, the man gripped your thighs for leverage as he honored your request. 

“Like that, Y/N? Is he about to make you cum?”, Eddie murmured in your ear as his palm held your face.  “Cum, Y/N. Let him feel what I did. Trust us, sweetheart, we know exactly what a beautiful woman coming feels like.”

Arching your back high off the tile beneath you, your vision was blinded by white as you came.

“Jesus.”, Steve growled through gritted teeth as he chased his own release.

Your lips mingled with Eddie’s as the other man leaned forward to massage your tits in his large palms before hearing him grunt above you as pumped his spend into your cunt. 

After carefully pulling out of you, both men trailed kisses to your neck, tenderly sucking and nibbling at your sweet spots as your body continued to tingle with need. 

“Eddie…please…”

“You don’t have to take me tonight, princess. Tonight is about you.”

“I want you.”

“Fuck me. Say that again.”

“I want you, Eddie. I need you.”

Once Steve was out of the way, the metalhead guided you around until your back was to his chest again with you both laying on your sides. On impulse, you lifted your leg and without missing a beat, he held it in place with his palm firmly gripping your thigh. 

Grinding his hips, his cock ran along your pussy lips as you moaned. 

“I’ll go slow too at first, ok?”

After you nod, he releases his hold on you only long enough to maneuver his length into your heat. 

“Oh my god.”, you whine as your head falls into the nook of his other arm. 

“I know. I know, baby. You’re—mmm—you’re doing so well. Tight little pussy is stretching out perfectly for me. Fuck.”

“Fuck me, Eddie. I-I can take it.”

Smiling, his fingers grabbed your jaw, turning you to face him so his forehead could lean on yours. 

“You can take it? Are you sure?” As if to test you, he slammed his waist hard into yours hitting your now overly sensitive and abused g-spot making you whimper against his lips. 

“Yeeees, baby, just like that.”

“You want it hard like that, sweetheart? Fuck, you are so fucking beautiful like this.”

While Steve did talk a bit while he was inside you, Eddie couldn’t seem to stop, whispering praises and compliments against your skin as he thrust into you. You definitely didn’t mind, wishing you could focus on anything but the pleasure to do the same. 

“Stay with me, pretty girl. I need to feel you cum again and squeeze my dick.”

“Eddie…I…feels…good…”

Grinning again, he tenderly kissed your lips. 

“Are you trying t-to praise me? Aw, poor baby can’t focus on words?” When you whined and nodded, his smiled grew. “Good. It’s ok, Y/N. Just focus on my cock right now. I want you to cum for me.”

Picking up his pace, you circle your arm behind you around his neck clinging to his hair till you felt your body tremble as the coil in your stomach snapped. 

“God damnit! Atta girl. Feels so fucking good.”

While your pussy quivered around him, he pumped into you till you felt him warm your insides as you milked him dry. 

After pulling out, the three of you laid on the floor of the shower on your back trying to catch your breathes. 

“I can’t tell if I’m steamy or sweaty.”

You smirked as they both laughed at your statement. 

“Either way, you smell good. Hang on.” Closing your eyes, you listened to Steve move around before jumping when you feel a washcloth between your legs. “Sorry! Sorry. I should have warned you. I’m just cleaning you.”

“I hope its ok it’s not a dirty napkin.”, Eddie sassed making you giggle as you reach over to lightly punch his arm. “You deserve better than him, Y/N.”

“You really ARE special. I hope you know that.”, Steve added. “And not just your body.”

You don’t say anything as they turn off the water and lead you back to the bedroom to dry you.

“Do you want your clothes or I can give you one of my shirts. According to Ryan, your stuff smells like smoke so I don’t see what difference a new shirt would make.”

“Oh. Um…I can just…wear my clothes…”, you pout as you hang your head. 

As your about to turn to take the garments from Eddie’s hands, the other boy grabs your wrist as he takes a seat on his bed. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“No, hey, no. Not nothing. What’s running through your mind?”

Unlike with your boyfriend, when your eyes shift between theirs you don’t see annoyance but empathy. They genuinely want to make sure you’re alright. 

“Do you want me to go?”

You question surprises them as they exchange a glance. 

“No. God no.”, the metalhead answers as he sits on the bed as well. “Y/N, we just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. If you want to go you’re more than welcome but we’d rather you stay.”

“We don’t want you to feel how you felt when you came in here.”, Steve adds. 

“I don’t feel like that. I wouldn’t feel like that if I left right now either.” They softly smile your way as they nod. “I don’t want to leave though. Not yet.”

“Aaaaare you hungry? We were going to order some food before Harrington’s ex-girlfriend flew in wreaking havoc.”

“Oh my god. Ok, we went on ONE date! One!”

“Can we get food from the restaurant you took her to. I really want to see if your restaurant choices do suck.”, you giggle as he rolls his eyes. 

“I hate you both.”, Steve teases as he gets up and heads for the phone.

Eddie helps you into one of his shirts and his friend’s shorts he found nearby. 

“Comfy? Good. See, princess, you’re adventurous.”, he winks as he grabs your palm in his before looking down at how they fit together. “Did you like it? Being with two people?”

With your free hand, you tilt his chin and kiss his lips. 

“I liked being with you two.”

Steddie Asks

[ssadumba55]

Being Peggy Carter's Naive and Gentle Younger Brother Would Include...

Request: I saw in your fandom list that you write for agent carter!!! Could you maybe write some headcannoms for what being her younger brother (or sibling you prefer!) who knows about her life and everything, but is a very soft and gentle person - though a bit naive at times with trusting nature?

She is insanely protective over you, like she tries to avoid telling you too much because she doesn't want you to get kidnapped for information and when you do eventually draw it out, she's obsessed with your safety.

And she'll be suspicious of everyone you talk to, even if they're a normal everyday person she doesn't want you to get hurt. You know she's just trying to look out for you but it can get annoying and overbearing sometimes

She is a really good sister though, she will banter with you back and forth and the two of you will throw insults as well

Often times people will overlook her because she's a woman, which sometimes works to her advantage, but if she needs a man to do something for her she won't hesitate to call you up. She has used you for more missions than you can count. You know that you're safe the whole time though; she'd never let anything happen to you

You and Jarvis get along so well. He seriously loves that you're so normal and sweet compared to your sister, the opposite of her pretty much in every way. He will literally just hang out with you at random times

You have to dress a lot of her wounds, you know the ones that Jarvis doesn't get to first. Because of this you've grown accustomed to storing first aid supplies

Worrying about her constantly. Not because she's a woman, you know she's fully capable but because you'd hate to see anything happen to your amazing badass older sister

She will protect you from anything and anyone. You'll never have a toxic ex because she wouldn't allow anyone who hurts you to live that long

Lots of late night worrying but also lots of late nights spent reminiscing and laughing with her over memories; from your childhood and from her adventures. There's never a dull moment between the two of you

She buys you food to make up for it. Plenty of baked goods especially, whatever your favourite is she'll get you whatever you want

Often times, she stands up for you when you can't bring yourself to say things. She always knows the right thing to say and she often leaves the people who are bothering you tongue tied

[downwithpeople]

x-files roundup

emily: BAD. the follow-up to christmas carol could only be this repugnant. emily is ejected from the story with such urgency it makes me wonder why they bothered in the first place. scully spends a whole episode doing unconvincing playtime with her child and doing mopey carter monologues. mulder straight-up assaults a random pharmaceutical suit in a way that's not just stupid and deeply uncharacteristic but further robs scully of agency in this arc that is supposed to be about her. the alien bounty hunters come back and both agents act completely stupefied at this monster that they've encountered before. it's weirdly fitting that emily's coffin is just filled with nothing but dry, lifeless sand.

kitsunegari: GOOD. this episode is a rehash of pusher that makes no sense and doesn't develop modell in an interesting way. it's not clear at any point why anyone is doing anything - especially modell, who goes from being singularly obsessed with mulder to doing some weird shit with his sister. there's nothing remotely as scary as the self-immolation from the first pusher ep. but uh, it's kinda fun to watch, and the painted guy is kinda cool. this set of eps is really bad so maybe i'm grasping at straws here.

schizogeny: BAD. this one frequently makes the lists of like, top 10 worst x-files eps, which i think is a little harsh. but it's definitely bad and definitely worthy of derision. a child counselor has been doing darksided therapy techniques on abused teens. this same counselor has a split personality from her own abuse, and this split personality gives her control over nature. she sets about using her magic tree powers to kill some bad dads. the episode is solved by an incongruous slavic woodsman who cuts her head off. sarah-jane redmond was moonlighting from over at millennium where i understand she kicks ass as demon serial killer lucy butler, and you can see glimpses of that power here, but she's just not given enough to work with. the story is stupid, the tree powers are silly and it's got this weird pro-child abuse undertone that left a bad taste in my mouth.

chinga: BAD, AYUH. as a Just King Things sicko i was looking forward to watching this since i started the project. if you are familiar with stephen king's history writing screenplays it should come as no surprise that this is dogshit. a spooky girl has a spooky doll with a weirdly vulgar spanish name (don't think it comes up in the episode, but it's definitely referred to as chinga in the screenplay). the spooky doll makes people kill themselves. that familiar king twist from the shockmeister himself is that this is all happening...in maine. the screenplay went through several rewrites so i'm not sure how much is king, but enough of it is king that the quality of this ep is his fault.

this is not a scary episode, because spooky children and spooky dolls are just not that scary. polly is king writing an autistic character, which means she's a demanding little monster with no humanity. every other character is just stock - the nice cop, the hapless mother, the old fisherman.

how do the agents fare? king seems like he fucking loathes mulder, who is irritating comic relief whose sole interest seems to be pestering scully. conversely, king seems to think scully is unbelievably hot - i can't blame him, but putting her in a tshirt with MAINE written across her chest feels like him indulging in a weird little fantasy. we also see her in a bubble bath in which i saw way more of gillian anderson than i was expecting to in this ep. she's on holiday and mulder's useless, so instead she gets...jack, an old mainer cop who's charming and nice and competent and an old-fashioned mainer. much like the chinga doll, i want to put stephen king in a microwave for writing the character of jack. AYUH COUNT: i'm pretty sure at least nine.

[agent99galanzo]

Frozen in ice |Natasha x Reader

An: it's my first time writing so please your opinion and rebloging matters to help me grow, but only the nice once though I don't count any of your negativity things

Ps. English is not my first language

Reposting and translating my work to any other language is not allowed and any other kind of copycat stuff is prohibited. Happy reading Fellas.

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Just like any other stressful day here in the compound Me and Steve just got back from a last minute undercover operation on a fancy ball in Costa Rica.

After finishing the debriefings and giving the file to Nick and Hill.

we start our trek back into the living quarters area.

And we're currently talking about the things that happened in our lives.

While I'm still wearing a fitted black dress that has a long slit to the side under my coat and also some black high heels

And steve is still also wearing his navy blue suit

"So it's been a while since the incident happened between you and agent Sharon Carter.... any new people you seem to have interest with or some?" I tell Rogers.

"No... and why you seem so interested in my love life?"

"Nothing,just asking because seems like the lady from the diner we went into last day couldn't take her eyes of you and.... I can't believe I'm saying this but she's kinda cute".I smirked at the last part

Steve glance at me " You mean the woman that served us or the lady at the counter? "

"The curly haired woman that served us"

"Huh... yeah she's nice the one with nose piercing?"

"Yeah... Why? You also found her you know... Intresting or something?"

I raised a brow and smirk

"Kinda but the piercing yeah... not ready for that"

"Huh... So if she doesn't have you know any piercing or whatever on her head that is hanging, I mean would you... go for it.... "

"No"

I raised a brow and looked at him

"why?"

Before he could even answer an agent greets us when we enter the lift

"It's just that... it's hard to find someone you hade the same life experiences as you"

"Huh.... you have a point, but if you find that someone or anyone how would you like approach them?" I ask.

The lift opens and we head our way to the dining area

He raised an brow and looked at me "You mean flirt with them?"

"Yeah, Not like Flirt flirt more like you... know...something like how to approach them "

"Why did you ask

I look at him and say

"Nothing... just you know curiosity kills a pig that's all... plus I wanna know how much practice you had"

They reach the dining area where everyone was

"Practice I don't need practice. Why on earth would I need that?"

Natasha Pov's

After a long ass stressful day here in the compound it finally dinner time .

"Hey nat"

wanda greets as she is the one who first acknowledge my appearance, followed by the others.

"Hey" I greet back to them and also notice that both Y/n and Rogers are not here.

'Huh... wierd' I said to my self knowing that Rogers is not that late type of person.

His actually already here with the others every time I arrive that is why it's so strange.

And also Y/n the woman I secretly like for quite a long time now. They must be on a mission.

I mean who wouldn't like her she's beuatiful like me of course.... ,Ok fine as much as it pains me to say this but I gotta admit she is even prettier than me and she is also hot as hell she could be a Victoria Secret model if she is not an agent.

I wonder what type of creature or god mold her perfect beauty.

And also she's clever, wise, smartass, sassy, and maybe  many people would say that she's rude but the truth is she's really kind and caring in her on way.

She doesn't like to show to people but I've seen it quite a few times when we went on a mission and also,when we went grocery shopping she bought like a whole separate grocery basket for a homeless person 2 kilometers  away from here at the compound.

I snap back to reality when someone tap my shoulder "Romanoff", I  quickly twist there arm and bring them to the ground

"OH MY GOD!!"

" SWEET! LORD! JESUS!"

" MY!! GOD!!ROMANOFF!"

"ROMANOFF EASY!!"

"NATASHA"

Then I realized that is was Barton who tap my shoulder and also the that I bring to the ground.

I let go of him and help them get up.

"Jesus clint are you planning to give me a heart attack and that's what you get for scaring me."

"Ok.. first of all that hurts" he said as he rolls around his shoulder.

"And second of all I've been calling you for about a minute straight and your not responding... so sorry if I scared the living shit out of you.." he said as we sat back down

"Whatever..."

"What got you so far from your mind?"

"Nothing"

"We both know that, that nothing means something"

"So what is it"

But before I could answer an arrival of people interrupted us.

And... they have arrive

"Practice I don't need practice. Why on earth would I need that?"

Y/n Pov

"I didn't say anything about you needing practice. I ask about how much practice.... ok let's not say practice 'cuase now I think that's sound so trifling... let's just say... experience. There 'experience'... now let me rephrase the question and answer it. Steve Grant Rogers How much experience have you had with flirting with somebody in your time back then

"Fine many than once."

There satisfied?"

"Oh... real-" before I could finish I didn't realised that everybody is already here.

"Hey you two... how was the mission " Tony ask

"Fine everything goes as

planned. " steve said

"Yup.. Ahuh.. everything goes as planned" I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes.

"What... everything did go as planned" steve answered.

"Yeah everything except the distracting the woman part"

"Well what happened"

"Let's just say I instructed him to flirt with the woman at the bar so I can swooped in and get the USB from the back,but guess what"

"What...? What happened did he peed on his pants" Sam chimed in

"Haha that's hilarious sam"

"I know right"

"No thank God he didn't, but it looks like he almost did" I said smiling

"No. I did not "

I just smiled at him "What matter is we execute and did the job done on time without causing any harm".

"Awhh look at you covering up how awful your flirting skills are..." I said with a sass.

"I- whatever you say. In my defence I did my best to that woman and... the woman wasn't even invlove there".

I smile at him "I know just wanna see how fast can you go from bieng a 0-10... and my..my... if I may say I would rate it a 5 if you aren't that good looking"

"Ouch"

I walked pass him towards the fridge to get my self some refreshing water before turning around to look at him straightin the eye." Looks like your body might be defrosted from the ice but your flirting capability hasn't...." I pause to drink.

"would you want me to go and do you a favor of going down there and check if it still frozen and defrost it for you so you can use it..??" I said it playfully.

He look at me with a slight annoyance in his face "whatever I'm gonna go take a shower" and walks away.

I laugh as he struts away.

"Very clever" Nat said and I just wink at her in response as I also walk away and grabbing my coat along the way to

Get change in my room.

And that dress was already enough to sweep Nat of the feet by the agent but damn she got got her by the hook with that wink.

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@romanoffsbish @dirtyvulture @natsarrownecklacx @natsfirecat @natsxaddiction @jedi-luca @darkwaveho @daddynattt @an-evergreen-rose @abbyromanoff @twilight-99-tm @traveler-at-heart

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20 Questions for fic writers

(inspired by @icegirl2772's post)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

35

2. What's your total word count?

105,750

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Write the fic or post the fic? Nevermind, a lot of them are the same. Some of them I don't really write much/anymore for, though.

Agent Carter (TV), Captain America (movies) (and other assorted corners of marvel), Big Time Rush (TV), Dead Boy Detectives, Suite Life On Deck, Henry Danger, JONAS, Lab Rats/Elite Force/Mighty Med (not always all at once), Miraculous Ladybug, Spider-Man (Cartoon 2017)

4. Top five fics by kudos:

Can't Trust the Butterflies (Promise It's Not My Fault) (81 kudos), Wish I'd Never Grown Up (61 kudos), Are You Still the Same Soul I Met Under the Bleachers? (32 kudos), A Sentimenal Notion (25 kudos), and Wreck My Plans (24 kudos)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Sometimes! However I am a busy person and a lot of the time I just don't get around to it.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It's got to be either A Heart That's Been Loved or Is the Silence a Little Too Much? but those are just from what I've posted.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Again going from my posted works and not the WIP folder, probably They Can't Take What's Ours, since they reunite at the end and it's cute. I'm just now realizing not very many of them have very happy endings. Wow...

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, never, but I got a weird comment once. Not AI weird, just human weird.

9. Do you write smut?

No. I can't even write characters making out. (Not well, at least.)

10. Craziest crossover?

I LOVE crossovers. They're so fun. The craziest (which I only have a concept for at the moment) is a house md x mcu x mighty med crackfic. The craziest that I actually take seriously has to be the BTR x the Miss Peregrine's universe.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I got about a paragraph into translating A Sentimenal Notion into French before giving up.

12. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I started to a couple years ago, but we haven't finished it.

13. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

14. All-time favourite ship?

Probably stucky, since I'll never let that one go

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I have so many that it'll take a long time for me to finish the series Thalassic Arson: The New Band on the Block, but I don't like to say never about that one.

I do have an old "Bucky lives but Steve gave Peggy his coordinates" fic that still doesn't have an ending and I'm not sure it'll ever get one.

16. What are your writing strengths?

If I've watched the source material recently enough, then dialogue. Not the tags, just the spoken lines.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Describing movement, and also sentence length variation. I always feel like it doesn't read well, but then I read it and it's not terrible, but it could still be better.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I don't usually do this, but if I were it would be in a language I know some of, so I'm hopefully translating the lines better than google translate.

19. First fandom you ever wrote in?

First fandom is ever posted in was Big Time Rush (TV), but the first fandom I ever attempted to write for was JONAS. I've kinda gone full circle in the meantime.

20. Favourite fic you've written?

This is such a hard question. I have so many fun AUs and things like that in my wip folder...

Of the works I've posted though, So Many Things That I Wish You Knew (The Story of Us Might Be Ending Soon) is one I still like to go back and read for fun from time to time, so I'm going to say that one. I also really like Until We Find Our Way and Big Time Peculiars, though.

[delphiniumblooms]

okay i figured i should put together an x-files fic masterlist. please also take this opportunity to harangue me into writing more because i have some ideas but little motivation to start (this might have to do with the fact that i haven't watched any x-files in three weeks)

anyway, here they are in order of writing. i have to mention that i started writing only having seen s1 and am now still only in the middle of s2 so these are wildly canon divergent

word count: 1101

rating: G

The part of him she loves best is his voice. She especially likes the way he says her name. ---- some reflection on mulder's sexy dulcet tones, how they get together, etc.

word count: 1181

rating: G

"Fox Mulder, you are under arrest. Anything you say can and will be held against you. You have the right to an attorney…"

"Scully," he whispers, and she raises an eyebrow at him. What is it?

"Agent Scully isn't an attorney," Skinner deadpans.

"I know. But you said anything I said could and would be held against me…that includes physically, doesn't it."

---

the two of them get in a little bit of trouble, but they'll get out of it okay.

word count: 2915

rating: M

"For…real? You must be joking, Mulder. We'd get at best reassigned and at worst fired." He takes his feet off the desk and turns in his swivel chair to face her. She can't read his face exactly — she thinks he's forcing himself to be calm and composed. Is he… nervous? She supposes it takes a fair amount of courage to propose marriage to your longtime coworker, but Mulder has always had courage in great abundance. "So we tell no one. You keep your name. We keep separate addresses. It's simple." --- they get secretly married!! Scully has some complex feelings about it but everything turns out okay

word count: 5879

rating: E

He's wanted her for the longest time, yearned for her body against his, her lips hot on his, his name in her breathy moans. He lets himself imagine for a moment him finally getting what he's dreamed of. But not like this. Not like this, with her pupils blown to such proportions that the blues of her eyes are but slivers, her skin hot and flushed, her mind not her own. It is not her. She is not doing this of his own volition, he realises, tearing his lips away from hers and moving to put the table between them. He has some idea now of how all those people fucked themselves to death or insanity. "Scully," he says. "Scully, look at me." She does, her hands reaching for him, a mournful, confused look on her face. "Mulder. I want you. Won't you have me?" "Not while you're high on this fucked up… sex pollen shit." --- wondered if anyone had written X-Files sex pollen fic, decided to write my own. this is like if the Midnight Oil plot from Agent Carter and Roald Dahl's Bitch and Gender Bender and Blood all had a baby together.

word count: 4108

rating: E

She is so beautiful. He plays back the pleasurable memories of last night as he takes the elevator down to street level, wetting his lips subconsciously. God, he could fuck her all day and night. He's so lucky to have her as a friend, as a fuck buddy. And one day, fate willing… they might be more. --- Mulder finds himself falling for his coworker-with-benefits, the beautiful and enigmatic Dana Scully, but he's convinced she doesn't return his feelings. Both of them drink a little too much and fuck a little too well. As we all know, you are your most honest self when drunk. Alcohol loosens lips, and loose lips can sink ships... or raise a fleet of emotions and secrets. Will they admit their true feelings to each other? Or will they only and always miss each other in the fog of drunken haziness and miscommunication?

word count: 2800

rating: T

She's already beginning to feel stir-crazy. The rooms are small. She and Mulder have one each, and they share one bathroom and one living/dining space. The ceilings are low and it feels as if the walls are closing in on them. Everything feels claustrophobic, too small for comfort. He's too close for comfort. --- The time passes — it would have passed anyway, but it is infinitely more enjoyable to pass it in each other's arms, knowing that they are loved and wanted. It is so good. The domesticity of it is so lovely, and she doesn't feel claustrophobic any more. It feels right to have him so close to her, to fall asleep next to him, to sit side by side and hold hands under the table when they eat. --- MSR, in the one-month quarantine they were put in after Firewalker

word count: 2792

rating: G

He cajoles her into posting a rather vintage-looking Polaroid shot of her he'd taken one night. She does look pretty good in it. It was a good shot. Not that she's going to tell him that.

trustno1 my muse. my touchstone.

She smiles, but doesn't like the comment.

langly_ringo23 @trustno1 coworkers do NOT talk to each other like this

She's scared for a moment that Ringo's guessed that they're together. She's halfway through typing a DM to him to beg him not to rat them out when she stops, rereads the comment, and decides to leave it.

At least he knows they're supposed to be just coworkers.

---

Fox and Dana's journey after getting together in fuck, i'm lonely, chronicled in photo posts on Scully's Instagram page.

word count: 160

rating: G

what happened in the elevator in Paper Clip!

word count: 1367

rating: G

She is here; she is safe. He's found her. He pushes away the urge to sob in relief and focuses on taking care of her, freeing her bound wrists, explaining to her how he'd found her.

---- hurt/comfort post-Irresistible, plus an important conversation about protecting each other

[purple-ant]

Twenty Fanfic Writer Questions

thank you for the tag @charmwasjess it was fun)

no pressure tags: @man-i-dunno @rochenn

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

24! but I think it's cheating a bit because half of them are translations so it's 16 fics in Russian and 8 in English

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

83,833 it's funny I just want to point out how word count gets bigger in English. Like the original fic length is 1385 words and the EN version is 1679, and you may think it's not so big until you go to a bigger story and BOOM the difference is like 3,000 words!!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Star Wars right now. I only have the energy to write only for one hyperfixation at a time

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Beat, Resonance, Unison I'M SO PROUD

Single Seers wow???? when did this happen??

Forgive My Inevitabilities the first translation UwU

do not pity the dead (pity the living) I should think about the sequel

Achilles Come Down listen this song!! it will kill you :D

5. Do you respond to comments?

YES I try at least👉👈

I enjoy every comment no matter if it is a wall of text or something short, they all are special to me and give me strength to write and post- the problem is I'm not confident in my English skills (even this post was checked by charmwasjess lol) and I prefer to reply from my laptop which it difficult because my vpn there doesn't work very good and I need it to open ao3 :c

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

HMMMMM Achilles Come Down

it's not totally angsty but doomed because they close this page and then don't talk about it and then they don't talk at all and THEN we know how it ends

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Single Seers! if I ever finish it.....

8. Do you get hate on fics?

no)

I'm a little surprised that I didn't get any hate to Отражённый выстрел even on ficbook (Russian fic platform) but this is not an invitation :)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes🛐🛐🛐🛐

It's good for mental health. Nothing of it is posted. yet? who knows. But let me see... There is some gentle sex, a/b/o, bondage, inappropriate use of lightsabers, dub-con, SO MANY HANDCUFFS- ahem

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

not really? unless we count a fix-it of Endgame ending with Agent Carter characters telling Steve to fuck off

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no (unless I don't know about something? hm...)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

YES YES YES YES beautiful incredible wonderful sent to me by heaven and hell charmwasjess generously loves my stories and helps translate them. without them, none of my fics (or rare posts lol) would have seen the light of day

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I'm in the captivity of syku right now but codywan was in my heart for a long time. not enough to post something but I have few drafts with them.

I have few winterhawk fics and seeing them sometimes on my dash still warms my heart

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

all my wips???

there are too many of them but I think I have the most doubts about Войска самых светлых намерений (Troops of the brightest intentions) # Qui-Gon lives # Qui-Gon training Anakin # not a fix-it # grief # sith Obi-Wan

16. What are your writing strengths?

Descriptions? I really enjoy writing about paranormal things like the Force and visions. I don’t often manage to describe nature, but I think this also comes out well. And when I finally START writing, I can write half a chapter

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

PLANNING

Seriously, there was a GIF recently with Tom laying down the rails right in front of this speeding train? It's me. I have a scene, I have a vibe, I have no idea what’s between these vibes

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I'm not sure that translating and adapting dialogue = writing dialogue in this language, so I have no thoughts

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Undertale

this was an isekai fic about an albino and I think that says enough. it can't be found anymore :)

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

between the stars I think. these idiots having fun and kissing and so stupidly in love- ask me again after I finish Single Seers and I Pray

[whetstonefires]

So I can't reply to @phoenixyfriend having replied to my reblog because either they've blocked me or they don't do DMs with non-mutuals despite suggesting that as a preferable forum for disagreement, but in brief:

My reblog was 'necessary' within the very limited definition of that word that applies to fandom blogging because that post was not a post About Tony Stark. I don't engage with posts About Tony Stark or most characters in general that I disagree with, in general! It's rude and life is too short.

That post, however, was not about Tony. It was a conversation between bloggers asserting an argument for why people who don't agree with your headcanons are morally inferior and have Bad Corrupt Motives.

"What does it say that Steve is, in fandom, often considered a better/more qualified speaker on the topic of chronic illness and disability than Tony" and "these people would rather listen to the white, able-bodied guy than the person actually forced to live with the consequences of life-long disability" and "viewers with that perspective continue to see his disability as a sign that he's still a bad person, because he hasn't 'earned' a cure the way Steve did."

(Which again is wild as a take because Iron Man 3 has tony 'earn' his way out of both physical damage and PTSD through willpower and smartness in the ending montage, because inspiration porn doesn't work if you stay damaged.)

It was a post about the fandom. Accusing other actual human beings of being morally at fault for how they interpreted the marvel cinematic universe.

Not like, an intense horrible attack post as these things go, but it still wasn't about characters. It was about other fans. That is different from talking about characters! Your post was about how it's sus and shameful for people to disagree with you, not about your actual positions and why they're right. Let alone about the character. That doesn't fall under the curtain of 'don't start shit' because shit was already started.

Like I don't have any Avengers fic, haven't been in the fandom for several years, and I was still sitting here scrolling my dash getting these Bad Person Motives assigned to me just for thinking one character was more meaningful disability representation, that I would be interested in hearing from on the subject, than another.

You made inflammatory statements about other actual people in a public forum, where it could be predicted they would see it.

And then flew off the handle when someone went over your post asserting their alternate perspective, carefully avoiding attacking you personally or assigning you evil motives, which would have been incredibly easy except it's a shitty way to interact so no, and speaking only in general terms about things they found personally annoying.

If you can't deal with people reblogging your posts to argue that you're being unfair, then maybe don't post about how other people only disagree with you about your blorbos because you are a better human being than those people. I mean.

[iamdeltas]

I am kind of surprised that Monica/Wanda doesn't seem to be very popular. Even with tempered expectations from knowing how dismal MCU fandom is with femslash... it's still wild to me that it's not even close to, for instance, being the most popular f/f ship in the WandaVision tag in AO3.

[maxillness]

You look distracted, Hunny // Smut

Pairings: Jack Thompson x Stark!Reader

Pronounces: They/Them

Warnings: Sex p/v, dirty talk, bottom!Jack

Summary: Peggy Carter asks Y/N Stark to be a distraction at the gala where they have a mission. Y/N is distracting, but doesn't follow the plan

Word count: 1553

A/N: This is the filthiest I have ever written

When Peggy came to them and asked to help with a secret mission, they expected to be a watchdog, not a distraction

"Please tell me why I'm doing this again" Y/N was walking around the Gala, trying to locate their objective

"Because he needs to be distracted so Mr. Jarvis and Dottie won't get seen with each other" Y/N heard Peggy say from the comms

"You owe me one, Peg," They said walking towards the bar as they spotted agent Thompson "Whiskey, please," They said to the mixologist standing behind the bar

"You here alone?" Y/N turned their head to the side to see Agent Thompson sipping on his glass

"Yes," They gave him a seductive smile and bashed their eyelashes just enough to let his mind wander "And you? You look like someone who'd bring a date"

"I'm here alone, darling" They swore they heard an accent some place under his voice

"What a shame. Such a handsome man as yourself shouldn't be alone at such a beautiful Gala" They said before taking a sip of their drink

"Don't flirt with him, Y/N" They heard Sousa say

"You know, you look oddly familiar" Y/N got off her stool and stepped closer to the blond agent

"Do I now?" They still had that seductive smile on their lips "Is that a good or bad thing?"

"I don't know yet" It's a good thing Y/N knows agent Thompson, but it's not a good thing when it's the other way around "Y/N Stark"

"I know my name, what's yours?" Hopefully, he didn't have the file on them. He properly doesn't as it's classified, but still, he's an SSR agent

"Jack Thompson" It wasn't a part of the plan, but, looking into his hazel eyes, they were sure the night was gonna end in sex. One place or another

"Do you really want your night to end alone, Jack?" Y/N knew either one of them wanted their night to end alone

"Y/N, what are you doing?" They ignored Peggy at the other end

"No" Jack looked down into the floor, giving Y/N the opportunity to take out their earpiece and dumb it in their glass and put it behind the counter "I don't want to end up alone tonight. What about you, Y/N?" Y/N stepped closer to Jack, making them stand in between his legs, faces inches apart

"Depends on who I'm ending up with" Jack's breath quickened as Y/N's lips were millimeters away from his "I have to go home" Y/N sighed when Jack pushed himself closer and Y/N pulled back

"Let me drive you," He said as he stood up

"You don't know where I live," They said, laughing a little

"You could tell me" Jack pulled Y/N's body closer to his by their waist

"Fine. I let you drive me" If this was a normal invitation to a gala, they probably wouldn’t had ended up with someone they just met

Y/N tried to open their door, but it was hard when Jack was standing behind them kissing their neck “I’ll kill you if you leave any hickeys”

“Understood” He said and turned Y/N around as they got the door opened

Jack pushed them inside the doors as he was kissing them with force. Y/N closed the door as their hands were occupied with both tucking Jacks hair and trying to get his tie loose

“Desperate much, Y/N” He said and grinned into the kiss

“You’re the one who’s desperate. Getting into bed with a person you’ve just met” They said as they pulled his tie above his head not wasting anytime to get it all loose

“And what about you? Hm? You also just met me” He said unbuttoning his button up

“I’ve been watching you for longer” They said pulling them both into their bedroom trying to get his belt off while kissing up and down his neck making sure to leave hickeys

“You know, it’s not fair that you have all you clothes on, but I’m almost naked” Jack said which was followed with a moan as he kicked off his shoes and theirs followed

“If it was your house, it might have been different” They said between kisses that went from the right side of his neck, across his throat, and to the left side of his neck “My house, my rules” They said she finally gave in and pulled down the zipper to their dress and slipped it down their body, leaving them in their matching bra and panties

Y/N pushed Jack back so he sat down on the bed. He reached out to their hips and pulled them onto his lap “Is it supposed to be comforting that you’ve been watching me for longer?” He asked as Y/N started kissing him again

“It wasn’t my intention, but, is it?” They asked as they looked deep into his eyes and started rocking their hips lightly which caused him to close his eyes and moan “Tell me. Was it?”

“No” He managed to get out as his breath started to tremble “Please” He moaned as he put his head on their shoulder

“Please what, baby?” They knew exactly what he wanted, but they needed to hear him say it

“Please fuck me” He breathed out as he started to scratch up and down Y/N’s back

“Of course, darling,” They said as they got off of Jack's lap “Take off your boxers” They demanded which he happily and quickly did “Good boy,” They said and got onto their knees right in front of him

They took his cock in their hand and licked a stripe from the base to the tip which made his breath tremble as his eyes rolled back in his head. Y/N spit in her palm before stroking him a few times before taking him in their mouth

“Fuck” Jack moaned and put his hand in Y/N’s hair to make them take him in more, but which resulted in them grabbing his hand and pulling it away “Please let me touch you” He moaned as she started going up and down

The bedroom was quickly filled with Jacks loud moans which they had no intention to cover “Fuck, Y/N. I’m gonna cum” It was Y/N’s cue to get off and stood up “What are you doing?”

“You’ll see. Get in the middle” They demanded which he happily did. He would do anything for the person in front of him. As he got in the middle of the bed, Y/N clipped off her bra and slid off her underwear and discovered them in the pile of clothes on the floor

“You’re gorgeous,” Jack said as Y/N straddled his lap, but not sitting down and as he put his hands on their waist

“And you look even more handsome naked” They smiled seductively

“Please. I need you to fuck me” He moaned as he closed his eyes “Please” He bucked up his hips, but Y/N pulled away

“Only if you’ll be a good boy, and not do this stunt again”

“I swear. Please. I swear I'll be good” His eyes started watering. He never thought he’d be this submissive to anyone. He was always the one in charge. He wasn’t used to this

“Good. Now, if you don’t keep your promise, you’ll get punished. You get that?” They asked as they hovered over him

“Yes. Yes, I understand. Please, fuck me. I want you”

“No. You don’t want me. You need me, and I don’t think you can accept that. You’re too embarrassed to be so submissive. You hate not being in charge. Is that correct?” They leaned down and hovers their mouth over his pulse point. He nodded “I need to hear you, baby”

“Yes. That is correct” He admitted

“Thank you,” They said as they started sucking at his pulse point, dragging short but loud moans out of him

“Please” He moaned. Y/N started stroking him a few times, still wet from their mouth. Y/N took in just the tip which made them moan a little “Fuck, Y/N” They slid more down onto his cock taking almost all of it in, making them both moan loud

Y/N put their forehead on Jack’s as they started rocking their hips. Soon the room was filled with both of their loud moans, defiantly heard by the neighbours

Y/N sat up straight as they started picking up their speed and sat Jack trusted his hips to meet their movements

“Fuck, Y/N! I’m gonna cum” He closed his eyes and rolled his head back. Y/N could as well feel the knot in her lower stomach tightening

“Show, don’t tell,” They said as they put their hands on his chest. With just a few more seconds, Jack came and Y/N followed short after

Y/N got off, laid beside Jack, and pulled the sheets over the two of them

“We should do that again sometime” Y/N smiled and kissed Jacks' cheek

“We should” He sighed and looked towards them

[thelightofthingshopedfor]

I really like your meta about Wanda. So this isn't a criticism, more a question. When you talk about emotional and irrational female leads, I wonder if the reason it doesn't bother me as much is that when infinity war came out, Quill and Thor (not killing Thanos straight away at Wakanda) kind of both did a similar thing. I don't see that being attributed to them being men. Hope that makes sense. Or is it you are more concerned that this will be attributed to them being women?

It’s not so much that as...well, it’s partly that. But it’s mostly about numbers and patterns, the things that turn one-off plotlines into tropes and trends. In a vacuum, there’s nothing wrong with this type of storyline going to a female character, where grief and power combine to make her increasingly and dangerously unstable to the point where she either becomes a villain or can only find redemption through sacrificing herself. But nothing exists in a vacuum, and the actual context is that I’m having a hard time thinking of any male characters who get this type of storyline. Instead it tends to be a thing that’s written for female characters, the implication—whether it’s deliberate or not—being that women are too emotional to handle power past a certain point. Off the top of my head, comics Wanda, MCU Wanda, comics Dark Phoenix, definitely the first Dark Phoenix film (as I understand it, the more recent one was somewhat better this way), and Aida in Agents of SHIELD fit into this trope, and then you have even dumber stuff like Oz the Great and Powerful where the Wicked Witch of the West used to be good actually until she had her heart broken by a dude and then she just...kinda...turned evil?

In the context of the MCU specifically, it’s...kind of worse, although not quite as much as it would have been a few years ago, but—well, I mentioned numbers. In MCU canon at this point, only looking at what’s actually been released so far or will be released within the next month or so (and assuming I’m counting and adding right), we have:

22 movies named after one or two title characters

7 movies named after an ensemble and therefore not relevant to this discussion

6 Disney+ shows named for 1-2 title characters

What If, which I’m counting as an ensemble show, so it’s also not relevant

7 non-Disney+ shows with 1-2 title characters, and

4 non-Disney+ shows named after an ensemble.

Again assuming I'm counting right (although if I'm not, I don't think I'm off by enough to change my point), that leaves us with 39 movies or shows named after 1-2 characters each. (I’m only counting “the Winter Soldier” as a title character in his show, not in Cap 2, and I’m not counting Ultron at all.) Because a disproportionate number of those movies are about the same handful of dudes, I think it actually ends up being 30 different title characters, even if they shared billing with someone else. Of those title characters, only 8 or maybe 9 are female: Captain Marvel, Black Widow, Wanda, Wasp, Agent Carter, Dagger, Jessica Jones, Ms. Marvel, and arguably Hawkeye, although Kate’s kind of a stretch. (It’s also fair to note that only half of these characters get to be title characters by themselves rather than sharing the title with a guy, but since I’m trying to be fair, I will also note that only Ant-Man has been a title character by himself, and the others seem to have equal billing in their respective pairings. But honestly, that doesn’t make it much better.)

Want to guess how many other title characters get a storyline like Wanda’s, where they maybe start out with the bad guys (although for understandable reasons, if you’re not dead set on hating them from the jump), firmly establish themselves as good guys for multiple entries, and then spiral so far into villainy that apparently they just have to go the redemption = death route to finish things off, with absolutely no guarantees they're coming back from it?

Um…none! None characters! Bucky kind of does something similar, but I really don’t think that counts because it wasn’t his choice at all, and Loki’s arc is more the reverse of that than anything. I never watched The Punisher but I’m pretty sure Frank was an antihero from his introduction so I don’t think that counts either. Supreme Strange in What If is also sort of similar, except he gets a chance to redeem himself after his episode despite destroying—I’m pretty sure—a lot more than Wanda did. Come to think of it, Vision in the zombies What If episode is also pretty similar in that he’s a card-carrying Good Guy who ends up doing some awful, selfish things out of love and eventually sacrifices himself in an attempt to make things right, which is honestly kind of funny in terms of any WandaVision discourse about how she didn’t deserve him or whatever, but just like with Supreme Strange, that’s not the main-timeline version of the character…and it was in a one-off episode that didn’t matter that much because a lot of people didn’t even see it. Plus there’s nothing ickily gendered about it with Vision, because you’re not presented with a multiverse of possibilities where the only sane, stable version of the character is—just as a random example—the relatively low-powered suburban one who’s perfectly content having not come into his full power. Probably the closest any of our many male title characters came to Wanda’s arc was just…the glimpses of alternate-timeline Stranges in Multiverse of Madness. Which, again, were not the main-timeline version of the character like Wanda is.

The MCU has had so few female title characters to begin with. One of them was already dead before she ever got her movie, for fuck's sake. Making Wanda a major character, letting her be so incredibly powerful, and then doing this with her is just—

Again, in a vacuum, it wouldn't be such a huge deal. In a vacuum, or in a world where we've had a roughly equal number of male and female title characters in the MCU, with comparable levels of agency, it could be a compelling storyline, at least if you find a way to do it without sacrificing existing characterization. In a world where the MCU has at least experimented more with morally gray protagonists outside of Netflix, it would still bug me but it wouldn't be so bad, because there would be precedent, and there would probably be more of an attempt from the editing and directing--rather than just from Elizabeth Olsen's acting, by all accounts--to make sure the character stays sympathetic. In the context of the numbers and storylines we actually have so far, it’s...really kind of gross!

And actually if you consider a handful of additional major characters who haven’t been title characters, it gets a little worse, because still the only marginally relevant dudes I can think of were relatively minor SHIELD agents (well, and Ward) that we assumed were good guys who were later revealed to be HYDRA, and...Sharon Carter making herself the Power Broker because of reasons, which isn’t really relevant to the whole “women are too emotional for power” trope but is pretty weird in terms of “all the card-carrying Good Guys in this franchise who kinda decide to switch sides have something in common”. So there's that, too.

[urbxnlegxnd]

@scarletchaos - greeter

“Hey, you alright there? How can I help you?” The Director of SHIELD asked kindly with a smile clear on his features as he looked towards the fellow hero that had approached. 

[galacticwildfire]

Memories | Bucky Barnes

Three

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x oc

Summary: Bucky and Ada allow their curiosities to get the best of them as they pursue one another while Ada waits to discover if she will be allowed to fight beside him in the field.

Warnings: mentions of involuntary hysterectomy, flashbacks to abusive family. sexism. drinking. much flirting. steve accidentally gets punched while being a cockblock after he was shot at.

Word count: 5.9k

A/N: 40's Bucky is way too cute for his own good. Also I'll be starting a tag list so comment your name below if you'd like to be tagged.

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We return to the camp with weapons in hand, victorious. I walk beside Bucky and Steve, feeling most certain in their company.

"Colonels gonna be pissed," I say to Steve, yet I'm fighting a smile.

"That's his problem," Bucky says and I smile broadly at the sergeant, and then at the look the Colonel wears when he sees Steve and I at the head of the crowd with guns in hand.

While most of the men reunite with the rest of their unit, we face Phillips.

"I'd like to surrender myself for disciplinary action," Steve says so honourably, something I'm not.

"I don't," I say with a smug look at the colonels' suppressed anger.

"That won't be necessary," he bitterly says while I thrive off of finally having the upper hand.

"Hey!" Bucky calls out to the men. "Let's hear it for Captain America and the Red Widow!"

And it's the first time I've ever heard that name spoken with pride, let alone have men cheer it. My eyes are on Bucky when a hand wraps around my wrist and I hear Phillips in my ear. "You and I will discuss this later."

"Will we?" I counter, pulling my wrist free, knowing in this moment I am untouchable. "Learn when to accept defeat Colonel."

Peggy wears a proud smile as she greets me. "Agent Morgan."

"Agent Carter," I reply while Phillips stands there, his blood no doubt boiling, and we share a look of satisfaction. "I'd say that was a mission well done."

"Well done indeed," she says and we look over to the boys with their arms around each other's shoulders.

"When did you get so tall?" Bucky asks, sounding personally offended.

"Supersoldier serum will do that to a person," Steve replies and the old friends laugh together.

"It was worth the risk," I decide, for the first time in my life having come back from a mission with lives saved rather than blood on my hands.

It's a feeling I can get used to.

~

The following day we're being flown out to London, with Peggy entertaining Steve at the head of the plane I look for a seat elsewhere until I lay eyes on one man.

He looks up at me in surprise when he sees me standing over him. "Is this seat taken?"

"Not at all," Bucky says, making room for me beside him. "Thought Steve might join me but he's a little occupied."

We look over at Steve and Peggy. "He always is when she's around, you get used to it."

He watches his friend with proud amusement. "So how long has he been head over heels for agent Carter?"

"I'd say since the moment he met her," I answer, knowing he's had eyes for her certainly since the moment I met him. "Poor boy, she's right there giving him the same eyes and he still can't see it."

"Well, he's got a lot to learn about women."

His comment amuses me.

"And you don't?" I question curiously, and he gives me a self-assured shrug. "Hmm, well it seems that a man as handsome as you with that confidence must be a ladies' man."

His eyebrows raise at my comment and he eyes me with a look that draws me in before I even realise it. "Well, I thought I had it all figured out, but there's this one girl, most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and she's got a mind and a mouth on her like nothing else. Let's just say a thirty mile walk gives a guy some time to think, but she's a real mystery to me."

I play along with his game. "How so?"

"I've heard a lot of things about who she was, who she is. Beautiful and deadly and doesn't take anyone's crap, sounds like a hell of a woman but I think there's even more to her than that."

"Hmm, do tell," I say curiously, yet cautiously, after his conversation with Steve.

"I think she acts like she doesn't care what anyone thinks, but not so deep down she wants recognition for what she can do," he says and I stay quiet at the truth he reveals to me. "I've heard that she never smiles, but I saw her when she came marching back here and knew it was genuine, and maybe that scares her a little."

I challenge him. "Why would that scare her?"

"Because I've heard that the thing she hates most is being vulnerable," he says, treading dangerous ground. "But I think that I'd like to learn the truth for myself, if she'll let me."

And he puts it in my hands, gives me control. I feel the temptation to pull away, to tell him he's lost his senses if he thinks this is a good idea, and perhaps I've lost my own as I swallow those fears and look him in those damn blue eyes.

"Well, I suppose I can say she's never had anyone who's wanted to learn before," I tell him, uncomfortable with just how safe I feel in his gaze. "But the truth isn't pretty."

"I can handle it," he says and I could almost laugh. He has no idea. No damn clue what Hydra made me do. "We've all got blood on our hands Ada."

"Some more than most," I comment, and my voice is strained. It's then Phillips comes over.

"Jones. You and Rogers will be reporting to me once we land in London."

"I'm assuming for a promotion?" I counter, and his eyes burn, then his tongue is cruel.

"I knew your father, he was a good man. The worst mistake he ever made was marrying that Russian woman and having you and the other one," he says and my jaw clenches tight at the mention of her, Katya. "I hoped you would be like your father but you are just like that mother of yours, an arrogant piece of work."

"I am American!' I screamed at my mother. "I hate Stalin, I hate Hitler, and I hate fucking Hydra! Papa wants me home-"

She struck me hard and grasped my chin in her hand, forcing me to look at her as blood fell from my nose and I tasted it on my tongue. "He doesn't want you. No American will ever want you because they don't trust us. Russia is your home, and Hydra will use your potential while the Americans will only want to lock you away. You mark my words you spiteful little bitch."

I heard a little gasp and looked at her, only a child, too young to understand. Mama gave me a warning look and I wiped the blood from my face and kept my head high for her sake.

"Katya, go back to bed," I said gently, since my mother was anything but gentle. "I'm fine, I swear."

Mama stormed out past my sister, who clutched the doll papa gave her behind her back. "Lina, Mama is scaring me."

"I know," I said, crouching down in front of her. "But remember, fear is only a weapon that can be used against you, nothing more. If you do not let them see it, they cannot use it to hurt you." I took the doll in her hand and tucked it beneath her bed robe. "Remember, keep anything from Papa hidden, now let's go back upstairs and I'll read you a bedtime story."

I stand and look him in the eye, gathering the attention of the soldiers surrounding us. "I know what my mother is, and I know what I am. So either put me to work, or send me back to Russia because I have unfinished business with Hydra and I will finish it with or without you."

Peggy guides me away while my insides burn, they burn because I was the one who got away.

~

"Are you sure you're alright?" Peggy asks as we make our way to the Colonel's office. "He has no right to treat you so awfully."

"He sees me as nothing more than an evil Russian woman," I mutter. "I'm tired of it."

"After what you did you have the upper hand Ada, not him," she reminds me. "And you have people willing to defend you, Sergeant Barnes being one." She gives me a knowing look and I try to laugh it off.

"What makes you say that?"

"Steve told me that after you left he kept wanting to see you to make sure you were alright," she tells me and I'm caught by surprise. "Said something about wanting to return the favour."

And I know he meant returning the favour from the night we liberated the camp, when we spoke about Hydra, what they'd done to him.

"Of course he did," I say quietly, and she gives me a curious look.

"He seems to have taken a liking to you."

"I know he has," I sigh. "He's a charmer I'll admit that, but he has no idea what he's trying to get himself into."

"You never know," she says. "Men can surprise us."

"Like Steve?" I tease before we walk into the Colonels office and we both still at the sight of both of the boys there waiting for us.

"Colonel," I say stiffly while the boys both try to give me small reassuring smiles that only affirm how fucked I am.

"Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes both insisted on being here," he sighs in annoyance. "I assume you do also Agent Carter."

"I do," she says closing the door behind us and I prepare for trial by taking a seat and pulling out a hip flask, I see the corner of Bucky's lip twitch in amusement while Steve shapes his head.

"Captain Rogers had a personal reason to commit insubordination by entering that camp, hence Sergeant Barnes, but you had no reason whatsoever to accompany him. I already know agent Carters reason for assisting in your scheme."

Steve just looks confused while I shake my head at how blind he his.

"Do you have any relation to Sergeant Barnes or any other member of the 107th which would act as mitigating factors."

"No," I answer.

"Why did you do it?" he asks me.

"To prove that I can serve this army in a way that isn't being some pin-up girl for your USO shows."

"We have been over this Morgan," he sighs in frustration. "It is not that we don't trust your skill set, it's that we don't trust you."

"You don't trust her, not us," Steve interrupts.

"You cannot speak on behalf of the 107th Rogers."

"No, but I can," Bucky says and my eyes remain on him.

"This issue doesn't involve you Barnes, I don't even know why you're here, probably for the same reasons Agent Carter is."

"This does involve me," he argues, ignoring his comment. "She saved my life Colonel. I was shocked to see a woman infiltrating Hydra I won't lie, but she fights like no other soldier I've seen, and in the field I made the decision to trust her, as did the men her and Steve freed. She made sure no men were left behind and was willing to risk her life to capture Zola until we forced her to escape with us."

"You have no idea what this woman is capable of-"

"No I don't," he admits, his eyes not leaving mine. "I know she was trained in some sort of messed up Russian program and taught espionage, that Hydra tried to get inside her head, something they did to me, which she freed me from. She is a soldier as much as Steve, as much as any man on my unit. I'd argue even more so. You can't give a man a medal of valour and a woman a punishment for doing the exact same thing. And I can say with full confidence and trust that seeing what she is capable of that I want her in the field with me just as much as Steve."

"Yeah, because she's a woman and you want to make a fool of yourself with a Russian spy," he comments offhandedly, while I'm still processing what Bucky just said. "Sit down Barnes."

"No, Bucky's right," Steve argues. "If you put me in the field I want her on my team."

It goes quiet and Phillips looks to me nursing my hip-flask.

"You've been unusually quite Morgan," he notes. "If you've got something to say, say it now."

"You can dismiss me as a Russian spy all you want, but I spent my entire life being made a soldier. I fought to escape, my father who you claim to respect helped me do so until he was killed. I am not an enemy to America."

"I will ask you this once and only once," he says and I allow my face to reveal nothing. "Do you have American blood on your hands?"

"No," I lie, it being second nature, and they wouldn't know any better. "Will you put me in the field?"

"I will discuss it with the others in charge of this operation," he bitterly concludes. "You are free to leave."

I stand. "Colonel." As I go to leave I stop and look at the boys. "Rogers." And Bucky, who has impressed me more than I care to admit. "Barnes."

The corner of his lip turns upwards. "Morgan."

Peggy and I leave and as we walk down the hall she gives me that same look. "He doesn't seem willing to give up easily."

"No, he doesn't," I sigh heavily knowing the position he's put me in by defending me so blatantly. "The men are going out to the pub tonight aren't they."

"They are," she says and I make a contemplative sound.

"I don't suppose you know anywhere I could buy a dress?"

~

Peggy and I walk to the bar knowing damn well just who we're all dressed up for. While she's dressed more conservatively, being the agent she is, my ass is already on posters around America, so I'm more than comfortable in the revealing, tight-fitting dress I wear.

"So I take it Sergeant Barnes's affection for you isn't just one sided."

"He surprised me today," I admit to her. "I don't think a man has ever done that before. I might even say that I respect him, and that's far more important than attraction." She raises an eyebrow and I admit. "However, attraction is hardly an issue."

"Hmm that's what I thought," she teases as we reach the doors of the bar.

"Don't even get me started on you and Steve," I laugh as we walk inside.

As soon as we step in the bar goes a little quieter at the sight of us, and I can't deny the simple truth that we look damn good, could even be sisters with our dark hair and dark eyes, then again the same could be said for Steve and Bucky.

Our eyes find them immediately, sitting together at the bar, and the look on their faces when they see us makes the shopping trip we took most definitely worth it. They slowly stand in unison to greet us, quickly putting on their smoothest walk. It's endearingly amusing.

"Agent Carter," Steve says.

"Captain," she returns while Bucky takes me in, his eyes dark with desire, making no secret of exactly what's going through his mind.

"Ada," he greets more casually as I gave him permission to do the night we liberated the camp.

"James," I return. While Steve's dressed in a formal suit and tie, Bucky is in his casual uniform, still looking rather unkempt and there is something about it that has me a certain type of way.

"I certainly wasn't expecting you tonight," he says, slowly looking me up and down in a way that only adds to the heat I feel in my cheeks.

"Are you disappointed?" I tease and he quickly shakes his head, his eyes locked on mine.

"Definitely not," he says, looking at Steve and Peggy who are in their own conversation briefly before looking back to me. "I don't suppose you'd like to join me."

I look at Peggy and back to him, teasing him just that bit more. "Well considering my friend here is occupied I can't see a reason why not."

And so he guides me over to the bar. "If I knew you were coming I would have gotten dressed up."

"Oh no, there's no need," I assure him, taking my turn to look him up and down. "And besides, I quite like this very much."

"Is that so?" he teases. "Because you look absolutely beautiful tonight."

"Really?" I tease right back, knowing just how good I look.

"But I gotta say, there's something about you in a soldiers uniform that has me some type of way."

Now that comment gets me and I turn my head away to try to hide a smile. "Well, thanks to you James you may just get to see me in one again."

And the gratitude I feel surprises me, it's been a long time since I've felt something so sincere.

"Don't even mention it," he says lowering his voice. "What I said to the colonel was the least I could do considering what you did for me. Consider it a thanks."

I shake my head. "You went out of your way to defend me in a way no one else has, I should be thanking you-"

"That's nothing compared to saving my life," he said and extends his hand so it touches mine resting on the counter and suddenly he seems nervous. "Would I be able to thank you properly by buying you a drink?"

"I'd like that very much James," I say and decide if there's anytime to be bold it's now. "On one condition."

"And what's that," he murmurs, watching his thumb trace the side of my hand.

"You let me thank you with a dance."

He takes my hand in his and that mere touch sets me aflame in a way I didn't know was possible. "Then what are we waiting for."

"That drink," I tease and his smile matches mine, his fingers lacing with mine.

He looks to the bottles on the top shelf behind the bar. "I'm guessing you're a hard liquor type of girl."

"Because I'm half Russian?" I tease and he laughs.

"Well I can't imagine a woman who's as comfortable with grenades and assault rifles as you are only drinks the fruity stuff," he says and tilts his head. "You also walked into the meeting with a hip flask."

And I'm laughing as well. "I needed it. So why don't you surprise me."

He calls to the bartender. "Could I get a whisky on the rocks for the lady and myself, thanks."

I'm definitely pleased with his choice and he raises his in a toast. "Cheers to kicking Hydra's ass."

"Cheers indeed," I say, our drinks clinking together and our eyes never leaving each others. "You know, you surprised me today James, which is a rare thing indeed."

"I hope it was in a good way," he says and I nod my head.

"Did you mean it when you said you want me beside you in the field?"

"I meant every word," he says deeply.

"Then you've earned my respect, which I can't say for many people."

"Then I'm honoured," he says and I'm unable to look away from those blue eyes. "And know that respect goes both ways."

"I'm glad to hear it," I say, feeling a tightness in my chest that's only soothed by his touch. "Because you've made quite the impression on me soldier."

"And I can definitely say the same," he says leaning forward, taking a drink. "Steve thinks I'm an idiot for letting you catch my eye, you probably agree, but you are something else Ada."

"If you're an idiot then so am I," I breathe, drowning in those blue eyes of his until his lips catch my attention. I'm distracted by the sound of a bugle coming from the radio and he must see the excitement that crosses my eyes as he pulls me to my feet.

"Come on," he says leading me out to the floor where others are already dancing, not hesitating to give me a cheeky pull towards him so my chest is pressed against his, spinning me around as the Andrews Sisters started singing the Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy. "Come on sing, I know you want to."

I scrunch my nose up at him but can hardly resist with the liquor in my veins and his hands on me, and somehow the words fit all too well.

"They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam It really brought him down because he couldn't jam The captain seemed to understand Because the next day the cap' went out and drafted a band And now the company jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B"

And sure enough, Cap's newly drafted soldiers cheer us along from the distance while we both laughed gleefully as he lifts me up by the waist and spins me around almost bridal style, leaving me breathless when my feet hit the ground.

"How was that for a dance," he teases, holding me close as a calmer song began to play.

"Well, I'd be lying if I said you didn't sweep me off my feet."

He grins as he pulls me towards the outdoor area of the bar, away from the eyes of his fellow soldiers. The cool freeze hits my skin and I realise how flushed my cheeks are, knowing I must be a pretty sight from how he's looking at me.

"God you are something else," he murmurs, our fingers laced together and our bodies flush together.

"And you are quite the dancer," I admit. "And the charmer."

He playfully bumps his nose against mine and surely he must feel how my heart races. With every moment what I thought was impossible now becomes a reality, and he murmurs "Can I kiss you?"

Every part of me screams an absolutely overwhelming yes but I remember what my father once told me when it came to boys like him.

I smile and lean in before kissing his cheek and murmuring in his ear. "Save it for the second date."

He pulls back with surprise in his eyes, like an excited kid. "Second?"

The sight makes me smile, truly smile. "Pick me up tomorrow night, seven thirty."

"Where are we going?" he asks as I begin pulling away from him.

"You tell me," I tease, wanting to make this feeling last, not wanting to rush what may just be the best thing I've ever felt. "Goodnight James."

"Can I at least walk you back to your room?"

"Tomorrow," I promise. "Because if I let you tonight I won't let you leave."

He grins broadly. "Goodnight Ada."

"Goodnight," I return, turning away from him with a smile I didn't know I was capable of as I return inside the bar and catch Steve's eye, who's not so subtly trying to pretend he hasn't been watching us.

"Your friend's quite the charmer Steve," I tell him as I walk past, knowing the words will get back to Bucky. "I like him far more than I expected to."

By the time I return to Peggy and I's shared room within the barracks she's ready for bed, reading. "I was wondering if you'd be sneaking back in the morning."

"It was tempting but no, I thought I best get a good night's sleep before I see him again tomorrow."

She closes her book and looks at me curiously. "I always knew it."

"Knew what?" I ask as I rid myself of my tight fitting dress and pull on a nightgown.

"That you aren't what they try to say you are," she says with kind eyes. "You aren't just some supersoldier, you're a woman."

And she says that word with pride, unlike most men in this base.

"Thank you Peggy," I say, having found a friend in her.

~

It's almost midday when I'm lying in bed in civilian clothing, bored out of my mind. Peggy and Steve are with Howard so that leaves me in anticipation of tonight. That is until there's a knock on the door.

Confused, I open it and can't help the stunned smile that comes to my face when those blue eyes meet mine and he's standing there with a dozen red roses.

"I know we said dinner but you and I have a meeting then," he stammers, as nervous as I've ever seen him. "I was hoping you'd be free for lunch."

"I most certainly am free," I say, still stunned as I accept the roses. "But what do you mean we have a meeting?"

"Steve's putting together a team and well you're going to be there whether Phillips like's it or not."

Right then and there any doubts I may have had disappear as I look at this man who has fought for me since the moment he laid eyes on me, who wants to fight beside me.

"I could kiss you right now Barnes."

"Please do," he grins and looks around. "Although maybe not in the hallway."

And as tempted as I am to pull him in and lock the door, I lay the flowers down inside and close the door behind me as I step into the hallway, looking up at him with my chest already rising and falling beyond my control.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Thought you'd be up for a little adventure."

My smile matches his as he takes my hand, and I know that I'd follow him anywhere, whether it be the streets of London, or to hell and back behind enemy lines.

~

By the time we reach a restaurant we're some of the last people there after our exploration of London, where some trespassing laws may have accidentally been broken.

"I still can't believe those guys at the bridge bought the English accent."

"I have an incredible English accent," I laugh, still high from the thrill. "I just can't believe they bought it when you told them I was your wife."

"Hey, gotta practice," he says and my mouth hangs open at the neck on this man, but it's his boldness that I like. "And your accent's making me wonder if you aren't secretly a British spy

"Maybe on the third date I'll let you know," I wink and he leans across the table, taking my hand in his.

It's then his voice becomes a little more serious. "So what's your story?"

The question catches me off guard. "My story?"

"Yeah, your story," he says, shrugging his shoulders casually but his eyes are anything but. "Who is Adelina Viktoria Morgan."

"It's not a very pretty story," I warn, but he doesn't seem to mind.

"Whose is?"

And so I tell him the basics, and it's still more I've told anyone. Yet to tell him anything means I have to touch on memories I'd much rather forget.

"I was born in the winter of 1922 to a world war one veteran and a Russian spy who was trying to escape the Bolshevik revolution and ended up getting involved with Hydra," I tell him and nothing in his face changes as he listens closely. "My parents agreed to send me away to what my father thought was a special boarding school in Russia when I was a child. At most schools you read the bible and learn to sing, I learned German and played with knives. I knew it was strange, but it wasn't until I was older my mother told me why I'd been placed in that school."

"And why were you?"

"They called it the Red Room, the training it took to graduate, well, most girls didn't survive it." Only then does his face change. "They sought to create the perfect soldier with the greatest surplus in the world, girls. The training was physical and psychological. We learned to fight and survive, as well as being trained to what they deemed to be perfection. I'd say one in twenty girls made it to graduation. It wasn't until my graduation ceremony I told my father what they did-" I cut myself off abruptly, not wanting to remember but I can still feel it now, the forceps, the void where my womb should be. "He damned my mother to hell and refused to let her bring me back to Russia. He helped me get into university studying foreign relations, but it wasn't long before it fell apart."

I've never seen his face so serious. "Why?"

"My father was stationed at Pearl Harbour," I tell him and hear his heavy release of breath, already knowing. "The moment he was gone and the war began, my mother shipped me off to Russia against my will to become involved with these scientists. They- they did experiments on me to determine if I was suitable and would survive the initial superhuman serum. Erksine, the man who made Steve a supersoldier helped me escape and brought me to America."

Helped being an inaccurate word, more like forced me into a train kicking and screaming, begging to go back, to go back for her.

"So you have all that training and they made you a showgirl?" he asks in pure disbelief.

"Yes they did," I laugh taking a drink, forcing the memories from my mind. "I don't know who decided it was a great idea to make the daughter of a Russian spy Miss America."

"Well Miss America, I sure as hell hope I'll have the pleasure of fighting with you in the field."

"Well, if you can't you can always have my pin-up poster there with you instead," I laugh in irony.

"And I'll remember the brilliant contribution the Russians made to America's women."

I laugh and look up at him in my own type of disbelief. "You really are too charming for your own good James Barnes."

"Well, I'll be dammed if I let a woman like you go without even trying."

After a pause I admit "You know I used to be wary of men like you."

"And what changed?"

I try to hide the smile on my face out of habit, but for once fail miserably. "One finally caught my eye."

"He must have been a pretty special guy then," he teases.

"Oh he is," I assure him. "And so stupidly handsome I can hardly concentrate on anything that comes out of his mouth."

"Is that so?"

"Perhaps that's the reason I like him."

We both laugh, my fingertips playing with his, feeling bold, wanting him in a way I thought I'd never want a man.

"Walk me back to my room?"

He must pick up my less than innocent undertones with the haste in which he stands and grabs the bill.

Hand in hand we run through the streets of London back to the barracks, laughing as we try and fail to dodge the ever constant rain of London. By the time we make it back to the barracks and sneak to my room we're dripping wet.

"So is this where I leave you?" he asks as we reach my room and I shake my head as I grab him by his jacket and pull him inside, fully intended to get out of these wet clothes.

Yet I let out a shriek at the foot I step on that doesn't belong to Bucky, and one right hook later there's a stumble and a crash. Bucky turns the lightswitch on and we're both stunned to see Steve on the floor clutching his nose.

"Jesus christ I can't catch a break."

"What the hell Steve!" I exclaim. "Don't hide in a womans room and expect not to get punched!"

"Noted," he says as Bucky helps him to his feet, as equally confused as I am.

"What the hell man?"

"I was waiting for Peggy, to apologise," he says and Bucky and I share a confused look. "Or at least get advice on how to apologise since I couldn't find Bucky."

"Got great timing," Bucky mumbles under his breath in annoyance while I shake my head and my wrist, which wasn't quite prepared to nearly break a nose.

"What the hell did you do Steve?" I sigh, and he points to the door, motioning for me to close it. Rolling my eyes I close it and lock it, unfortunately not how I was intending to when I first walked in.

"I was waiting to see Howard when this girl kissed me," he stammers, stumbling over his words. "and then Peggy saw and shot at me."

Bucky and I both do a double take. "She shot at you?"

"Jesus christ you really don't know anything about women," Bucky sighs.

"That's what she said."

"She shot at you?" I repeat, slightly scandalised. "Even I wouldn't do that, well, actually-"

"Yeah doll lets not think about that one," Bucky says, closing his hand around mine which I used to punch Steve. "She shot at you?"

"Well I was holding a shield," he says and we both just shake our head, speechless at how badly he's messed up. "Buck what do I do?"

"Pray she doesn't shoot at you again," he says. "I've had my fair share of screw ups but damn Steve-"

"Not helping!"

"Calm down," I dismiss and try to spin it. "And well, at least now you know for certain how she feels."

Steve gapes at me. "Are you trying to tell me this is a good thing?"

"I mean, I'd probably go for a slap across the face, or as you just learned a right hook, so if she's shooting at you then you really pissed her off which means that she cares."

"But the woman kissed me-"

"Did you kiss her back Steve?' Bucky asks and Steve throws his arms up in frustration.

"What was I supposed to do?"

"Oh good lord," I breathe. "Steve, I'll talk to Penny tonight."

"I'm um guessing Buck told you about the meeting tonight?" he says awkwardly looking between us soaking wet and I can see the way Bucky shakes his head at him for interrupting us.

"Yeah," I say nodding my head, while in truth I'd forgotten that somewhere between our date and pulling him inside my room. "So I'll see you two then?"

"I'll come by and get you," Bucky offers. "God knows Agent Carter might not be the only one shooting at people today if the Colonel has anything to say."

"You aren't wrong," I say to Bucky and then look to Steve. "I'll talk to Peggy when I see her, I'll see you two tonight."

Steve nods and quickly makes his way out before Peggy can come back and catch him but I stop Bucky just before he can leave. "Thank you James."

He gives me a sweet smile. "See you tonight doll."

The moment he leaves a heaviness settles over me, knowing tonight I'll find out if I'll ever be a field soldier, and if not then I'll have to find another way to fight Hydra, even if it is on my own.

But after the last days with Bucky I sure hope it's with him by my side.

[fangirlings-things]

Chasin' You

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x reader

Word count: 2.4K

Summary: doesn't matter how much time you spend without seeing each other because of your jobs, whenever you do meet Agent Prentiss will give you a flirtatious smile and one of her many pick up lines

A/N: I may or may not be in love with this woman???? I probably am, actually. Just some cute, flirty stuff with her because she deserves it. Hope you guys like it, let me know what your thoughts are 💖

GIF IS NOT MINE || TAG LIST: @imaginesofyourfandom ; @locke-writes ; @regalbanshee

“Well, if it isn’t the best view in San Francisco” the voice came from behind you, making you stop moving the blue pen you had in your hand across the paper you were signing. You recognized it, of course you did. Turning your chair around, you looked up and met her eyes, like you had already expected to. “Surprised to see me, love?” her smile was bright.

“Not at all, Agent Prentiss” you smiled too, as usual feeling her gaze inspecting all of your face. No matter how many cases her unit got in your city and you worked together, she would still look at you with the fixation she had when you two first met. Moving the pen between your fingers, you got up from your chair. “I was the one who convinced Sheriff Carter that we needed the BAU's help on this one”

“So you did miss me” she said, crossing her arms over her chest and red t-shirt. You were rolling your eyes at her when you heard your name being called.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” both you and Prentiss turned in that direction and watched as her co-worker, Morgan, crossed the police station you worked at and finally approached your desk like she had done before.

“Derek” you shook his hand with your free one while exchanging a friendly smile. “How have you been?”

“Oh, you know me, I’m always living the best life” you laughed at that, letting go of his hand and then turning just slightly around to leave the blue pen you still held at your table. “Come on, the Sheriff is going to properly brief us about this case and Hotch wants all of us in there” he said to Emily and then turned back to you. “The Sheriff wants you there. He said you have been working almost completely alone on this one” he sounded impressed and you smiled. After you nodded in agreement, he walked away.

You were about to follow him when Prentiss suddenly stepped into your way, a thoughtful expression taking a hold of her beautiful features. “Why is he 'Derek' and I’m 'Agent Prentiss'?”

“Because I like keeping things professional with you” you replied, not being able to hide a smile at her apparently jealous questioning.

“Just because you know I don’t want to be professional with you?” she then asked and you nodded before starting to walk towards the briefing room, to where Derek had gone. You could hear Emily’s footsteps following you almost immediately as she mumbled something to herself that made you have to bite your lower lip to hold back a laugh. “Such a tease”

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‘(Y/N), you and Prentiss go to the last crime scene and make sure nothing was left unnoticed' Agent Hotchner had said once the briefing about the case was done, with the consent of your Sheriff.

Now you found yourself sitting at the passenger seat of a black SUV, as the FBI brunette drove through the city to get to the place where the last body had been found. Even though you were looking out through your window, through the corner of your eye you could see her staring at you, everytime you stopped at a headlight or when the street was empty.

“You should keep your eyes on the road, Agent” you said when she gave you a particular long stare. Turning your head to look at her, you saw Emily smiling for being caught in the act. She did have a nice smile.

“I only get to look at you maybe twice a year, if I’m lucky and you have a second serial killer around here. If don’t, once a year” she shrugged as she drove the car through a parallel highway. “Can you really blame me for wanting to look at you while I can?”

“Did you really just say that having a serial killer around here makes you lucky?” you returned her question with another and saw how she thought about your words and then sighted, defeated. You smiled, returning your look to your window. “Is not that I mind you looking. I just…” you stopped for a moment and actually laughed. “Forget it”

“None of that. Talk to me” she said, taking her foot out of the accelerator to stop at another red headlight. She turned her head to look at you, completely focused, and as usual, it made you a bit flustered. To know you were desired like that.

You sighted, turning back to her. Eyes meeting hers. “Everytime you come here you flirt with me. Then you flirt with me some more and at the end of the case I do not go out with you and you leave. Then, if you get lucky and another serial killer showed up here in the same year” she rolled her eyes at that, smiling. “you come back and you flirt with me again. We’ve done this four times now and you never give up. You come here, and you flirt. Why?”

“That’s a fair question” she sighted, leaning her head back against the seat. “You see, you never did deny my invites for a date. Not to my face. You just smile and walk away, without saying anything. That says you’re not refusing a date with me, but your avoiding dating at all. I see the way you look at me sometimes too. Something happened that made you make the decision of not dating anytime soon, but I’m a patient woman. I’ll wait until you’re ready. I’ll keep flirting, keep chasin’ you, until someday you accept”

You just stared at her, amazed. She was absolutely right, with every single word and sentence. “I hate profilers” you said, sighting heavily and returning your attention to the window.

“Oh no, you don’t” Emily said, just when the headlight turned green and she set the vehicle in motion again.

“Prentiss?” you called, voice much softer now. You did not dare to look at her in that moment.

“Yes?” the brunette said.

“Thank you for not giving up. I don’t want you to”

Even without looking, you knew she was smiling. “I know you don’t”

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“This guy only feels safe once inside the victim’s house” Spencer played with a pen while he spoke, eyes sat on an inexistent point in front of him. The BAU team and you had been together in one of the station room’s for hours now, going through the case and trying to find leads. “He probably has a job that allows him to do so without raising suspicion. Maybe a gardener or a TV technician”

“So he gets invited in to do a job and then he kills the victims. He is organized and confident once inside” Agent Hotchner spoke, as if setting his own thoughts in order. Reid nodded his head in agreement.

“What about a plumber?” you said suddenly, attracting all the attention in the room to you. With your elbows resting on the table where you had been going through the case files, you let the theory develop itself in your mind as you thought more and more about the possibility. “We couldn’t find or identify the murder weapon. It wasn’t something in plain sight. Couldn’t it be a pipe? The head trauma was made with just one single strike. Made with enough force…”

“The pipe could have caused it” Emily completed, smiling at you from the other side of the table. Her eyes were filled with admiration. You felt yourself burn under that stare.

“It would also explain the traces of cleaning products around the house” Agent Hotchner took a few steps around the room, thinking about it. His eyes were squeezed tight and his lips were on a thin line. Everyone could almost hear the sounds of mechanisms working inside his head. “He actually did the job he was called for before doing the killing. He cleaned the mess, then was sat into action”

“Let me call Garcia. I’ll ask her to check if all the victim’s called perhaps the same company for a plumber” Morgan said and then left the room, already taking his phone out of his back pocket.

“Very good job, (Y/L/N)” David Rossi said, his tone filled with approval.

You smiled at the compliment and before you could even think about doing such thing, your eyes averted themselves back to Prentiss. She was still smiling, leaning back on her chair, eyes still on you. In that moment, you felt really proud of yourself and you couldn’t deny that seeing the satisfaction in her face, made everything feel even more right.

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“Prentiss, Morgan and Rossi, you get the back” Agent Hotchner said in that commanding tone of his, as you were all reunited close to the SUV you had used to go to the house Garcia had found out the unsub would be going to work in on that day. You all had changed into vests and held your guns firmly in hand. With luck, he had not killed the owner of the house yet. You hoped he hadn’t. “(Y/L/N), Reid and I get the front”

All of you nodded in agreement and after a few more seconds, the leader of the FBI unit motioned for you all to get into action. You all exchanged a reassuring look, your eyes taking a few more moments in Prentiss and then, you all moved.

Agent Hotchner opened the front door at the same time you heard the back door being kicked open, by probably, Derek. That was his style. You three entered the front of the house, guns pointing up at anything that moved.

“Clear” you said, both rooms you checked quickly, were empty. Reid said the same about his checked rooms.

“I got the victim!” Agent Hotchner called out from another spot and both you and Spencer rushed towards there. You got in there just in time to see the FBI agent undoing the knots that had been used to tie up the woman who owned the house. “Are you okay?” he asked her, and she nodded in agreement, tears streaming down her face.

“Drop your weapon! It’s over!” you heard Rossi scream from the back of the house. They had for sure found the unsub on his way out, trying to escape. “No! Don’t do this!” the sound of two shots. And then absolute silence.

Your felt panic fill you whole being. Just shots. No speaking. From any of the others. Reid and Agent Hotchner looked as worried as you for the silence. Prentiss. She was in the back. Where was her voice? Why wasn’t she speaking? Why?

Your desperation set you in movement and you ran towards the back of the house, as fast as you could and as afraid as you could be. When you got there, you almost stumbled on the body of the unsub, laying on the floor with two shots on his chest. Blood soaked the sole of your shoes. You raised your eyes, and saw that Rossi and Morgan were staring at the unsub, sighting heavily. The gun close to his waist made it pretty clear he had probably reached for it and so, had to be stopped. There was no sign of Prentiss. None.

“Where is she?” you snapped, looking at both men with urgency in your eyes and tone, hands moving fast to secure your weapon against your waist. Suddenly it seemed to weight too much. “Where is Emily?”

“I’m here” she appeared through the open door, frowning deeply by seeing the horrified expression on your face. “What is it…?” before she could even finish her sentence you were upon her, throwing your arms around her neck and squeezing her tightly. “Oh, okay” she mumbled surprised, passing her arms around you and hugging you just as tightly.

“Dammit, Emily. I thought…” you sighted heavily and stopped talking, trying to calm yourself down. Everything was okay. She was okay. When you finally felt good enough to pull back, recomposing yourself, you saw she had a smile on her features. “Why are you smiling?”

“You were worried about me” she said, that flirtatious familiar smile curling her lips up. “And” she took a step closer to you, getting into your personal space. Her eyes went to your lips for a brief second before going back to your eyes. “you called me Emily”

You opened your mouth to say something, anything, but no sound came out. She was right. You had just been caught in the act. From the inside of the house, a few feet away, you heard Derek chuckling.

Oh, you could kill him in that moment.

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“That was a good ending to this case” Sheriff Carter said, hands on his waist as he watched the BAU team gathered in front of him, in the station. “Thank you for all the support”

“It was our pleasure” Rossi offered him his hand and the Sheriff shook it. Then, the Sheriff walked away after nodding a goodbye to the others. That made Rossi turn his attention to you and offer his hand. “You did amazing work, (Y/N)”

“Thank you, sir” you shook his hand in appreciation and when you retrieved it, you placed both of your hands in the front pockets of your jeans. “Will you be leaving today?” you tried to keep your eyes away from Emily as you spoke, talking to no one in particular.

“No” Agent Hotchner said, which seemed to surprise the others very much. He looked at you, then at Prentiss, and then back at you before answering. “I think we can stay another night” somehow, he knew. He had probably watched the scene when you went to arrest the unsub. You felt your cheeks burning in both embarrassment and excitement.

“So” Emily got closer to you when the others began to leave the station to go back to the hotel they were staying in. There was a sympathetic smile on her lips. “guess I will see you next time you have a serial killer in your hands, huh?” she watched your face, expecting you to say something. You wanted to say something. But should you? Were you ready, after what you had gone through? Seeing your hesitation, her smile faded a bit but she did her best to hide it. “Take care”

“Emily!” you called when she was already at the door of the station, making her turn around to look at you. Seeing your sad expression, the way you seemed to be worrying about having hurt her, she just reassured you with another beautiful smile.

“Don’t worry, love” she checked you out one last time. None of you knew how much time it would be before you were able to come face to face again. “I’m not done chasin’ you just yet”

[lokis-army-77]

If You Please

Chapter eight

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2900

This is technically a reader insert but without the (y/n) and all that. She also has no name mentioned so feel free to imagine as you please.

Follow the reader through the events of the Captain America movies and experience her love for Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: angst but not really

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In the time that it took for us to make the long trek through the hills and woods, I had recounted the events of the past few months to Bucky. He walked beside me, holding my hand the whole time. He listened intently, asking questions when I paused for a breath. When I finished, Bucky was a little upset. Not at the fact that I had willfully allowed myself to be experimented on, but because I had joined a secret Government agency almost right out of high school and didn’t tell anyone.

I told him that I was sorry and that I would have told him if I hadn't been contractually obligated to keep it a highly kept secret. He forgave me quickly, saying that the only reason he was okay with it was that it allowed me to be able to see him. I shook my head lightheartedly. Bucky never was able to stay upset with me for long.

The sun had come up by the time our group made it back to the base camp. As we got closer and closer, I could feel a buzz of life going through the men. They were excited to be back in safe territory. The soldiers in the camp all came running to greet us as we made our way up the road. They all stood around us and cheered. Steve, Bucky, and I kept walking through the camp towards Coronel Phillips’ tent. The cheering quieted as we were met by the Coronel several yards away from the tents. Peggy was following closely behind the Coronel.

“Sir. Some of these men are in need of medical attention immediately.” Steve started. “We would also like to offer ourselves up for disciplinary action.” He glanced back at me as he made the comment. I gave him a nod in agreement. I didn’t fear the consequences, we had done the right thing and that was all that mattered.

“That won’t be necessary.” Philips started and walked away.

More and more soldiers continued to gather around us until all I could see were cheering men. Loudly one of them shouted, “Let’s hear it for Captain America!” The crowd went into an uproar at that, and it seemed like everyone started to clap Steve on the back. Bucky and Steve gave one another a quick look before they started to argue with the men that I had also helped in rescuing them, but none of them would listen.

“Guys stop it, it doesn't matter if they believe I helped or not,” I stepped in before their arguments could get heated.

“Don’t say that. I couldn’t have done any of this without you, they need to know who helped get them to freedom.” Steve argued.

"Yeah Doll, they should know who helped save them,” Bucky chimed in.

I just stood there looking at them. “I don’t care if they believe I helped or not, just let it go. I really only went to find out what happened to Bucky, and since he's okay, I’m content.” I started walking away from the crowd after that, Bucky not far on my heels. “Let's go, Buck,” I stuck out my hand to grab onto his, “I’m ready for a shower and some good sleep.”

After a few days of recuperation, the camp was packed up. Most of the 107th, high commanding officers, and Steve, Bucky, and I, were taken back to London. While the rest of the base went onwards, closer to the front lines.

Steve and I were brought to one of the several secret underground bases to relay all the information we could remember about the night we took down the HYDRA base. Steve was currently marking the locations of other HYDRA bases he had seen on a map hanging in Zola’s office. I sat off to the side of the table watching quietly, not really paying attention. I was brought back to reality as the map was yanked out from under my elbow. I looked up and noticed Steve and Peggy walking away. I quickly got up and followed them over to the large map laid out in the center of the room.

“These are all of the weapons factories that we know about. Sergeant Barnes said that they ship all the parts out to another facility that wasn't shown on the maps.” Steve informs Peggy and Coronel Phillips.

“Agent Carter, get in touch with MI6, I want all allied eyes looking for the main base,” Philips commanded.

“What about us Coronel?” I questioned.

“We are going to go after Johann Schmidt. What do you call Captain Rogers? It’s your map, can you wipe HYDRA off it?”

“Yes Sir, I do. I’ll just need a team to do it.” Steve confirmed.

“We already have the men picked out.”

“With all due respect Coronel, I do too, and it includes my sister.”

Later that night Peggy and I were dressing up to go out. All the men had chosen to go to the bars and we both took this as a chance to at least pretend for a little while that the war wasn’t going on. I heard Peggy walking into the room as I finished pinning a few curls at the back of my head.

“How do I look?” She asked. I gasped as I turned around, I had never seen her in anything but the military blouse and skirt. The red knee-length, fitted dress made her look more beautiful than she already was.

“You look stunning. What about me?” I stood up and did a small twirl. The fabric of the dark royal blue dress flared out slightly as I did so.

“You look absolutely gorgeous.” She smiled at me. I gave her one back.

“We should be on our way, wouldn't want to keep the boys waiting.”

I could hear the music from the sidewalk as we approached the bar. Peggy pushed open the door and led us in. We had walked through several rooms before the singing of the soldiers slowly came to a stop and everyone glanced in our direction. I spotted Bucky and Steve sitting at the bar. They both stood when they saw Peggy and me. Bucky had the biggest smile on his face as he came towards me.

“You look beautiful tonight.” he leaned in to kiss my cheek. I pulled away in feign offense.

“Just tonight?”

“You know what I meant.” he gently shoved my arm. I laughed and wrapped my hand around his neck to pull him in for a light peck on the lips.

Peggy had moved closer to Steve before she explained to us that Stark had some new equipment for us to try out tomorrow morning. Steve and I had only just agreed to be at the base when Bucky was dragging me over to a small open space to dance.

He wrapped his hands around my waist and I placed mine around his neck, pulling us closer together. We swayed to the gentle music, completely enamored with one another. His under eyes were still dark from the exhaustion he faced at the Hydra base. He looked completely drained.

“Bucky, Sweetheart, you look absolutely exhausted. Why don’t we go back to the hotel where they have me set up? I’m sure that bed is way more comfortable than those cots they make you sleep in on base.” I suggested.

He pulled away slightly, only enough to look down into my eyes. “We can in a bit. I just want to have a little mundaneness before the whole ‘take HYDRA down’ mission starts.” He pulled me back in and softly pressed his lips to the top of my head.

I stay quiet after that and just enjoy being wrapped in his arms, swaying to the music. It had been months since anything remotely normal had happened in my life. We danced to three more songs before Bucky decided he was ready to leave. When the last song ended we made our way over to where Steve was sitting.

“Hey, we’re going to head out. He’s in desperate need of sleep and I'm taking him back to my hotel room for the night,” I told Steve, who stood up and shook his head.

“No, I'm not letting that happen,” He argued.

“Steve relax, nothings going to happen, we’re just sleeping.”

“I said no. No boys, not even if you are engaged.”

“Sorry but he's been sleeping in my room with me for the past two years so..” I trailed off.

“Two years?” He raised his voice a little. “How long has this been going on?”

“Calm down, there's no need to yell. We got engaged two years ago, in October. I meant to tell you, I really did, but I just could never find the right time. I was even going to tell you when we started dating but I knew how you thought Bucky was when it came to relationships. I can assure you he has been nothing less than loving, and kind to me. I’m sorry that we kept this from you and I hope you understand.”

Steve just stood there, processing what I had just told him.

“Look, Steve, I really do love her, and I know I should have asked for your permission first before I proposed but it just happened that way. I just, I just love her so much and I can’t imagine life without her by my side. So I’m asking now if I have your permission.”

Steve crosses his arms and looks between the two of us. He stayed quiet for several seconds before he replied. “I give you my permission, only because I trust my sister's judgment and I know you’ll be able to take care of her, not that she can't take care of herself.”

“I promise I’ll take care of her until I die. Once this God-forsaken war is over we were planning on having the wedding.”

“Okay, but I still don’t want you two sleeping in the same room alone.”

“Come on Steve, I said we weren’t going to do anything.” I gave out a small chuckle, thankful that the whole argument had blown over quickly. “Let’s go, Buck.” I pulled on Bucky's hand and headed to the entrance doors. I turned back to Steve and gave him a wave before going through the door.

The walk to the hotel was short and quiet. When we reached the building, Bucky denied that he was tired the whole way up to my room, but once we made it through the door and he had taken off his uniform he was laid out cold on the bed. I covered him up with the duvet before I went to the ensuite bathroom to get myself ready for bed.

When I finally laid down next to Bucky, I felt him automatically gravitate to my side. His arm came to rest around me and he buried his head in my chest. I just smiled and gently played with his hair until I also fell into a deep sleep.

Early that morning, before the sun had risen, I woke up to Bucky violently tossing and turning in his sleep. I quickly sat up to try and calm him down.

“Bucky, hey, I’m right here,” I whispered to him as I gently stroked his hair. In his sleep, he held onto my waist tighter. All I could do was sit there and wait for him to wake up. His nightmare went on for what seemed like forever before he finally woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily. He picked himself up from his stomach and sat up, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed, and then he placed his head in his hands.

I crawled my way over behind him and placed my hands on his bare shoulders. He stayed quiet as I massaged away the knots. We stayed like this for a while before he placed his hands on mine, stopping my movements. I then wrapped my arms around him and gave him a tight, comforting hug.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked. He just shook his head and let out a shaky breath. I let go of him when I felt him start to scoot himself back up into the bed. I watched him wearily lay down on his back. He held his arms out to me motioning for me to come to him and I did. Nestling into his side I felt him start to slowly twirl the ends of my hair around his fingers.

“I’m sorry I woke you up.” He whispered into my hair.

“It’s alright. I would rather you wake me up than for you to have to deal with the nightmares by yourself.”

“I love you, you know that?”

“You may have mentioned it on occasion.” I laughed. “I love you too. Do you think you can get back to sleep?”

“I think I’ll sit up for a bit, you go ahead and get some rest.”

“Okay, but if you need someone to talk to, don't be afraid to wake me up. I mean it.” I shut my eyes and snuggled in closer to him. His breathing slowly went back to normal and I fell back to sleep to the rise and fall of his chest and the sound of his heart beating.

Later, when the city had fully come alive, Bucky and I got dressed and went our separate ways for the day. He went with me to the entrance doors of the hotel and kissed me goodbye before he turned to walk down the street. I watched him walk a way before he turned and gave me a wave. I waved back before I started down the opposite street.

The base was only a ten-minute walk from the hotel so I made it in no time. Going through the doors I made my way down to Howard’s lab. I spotted Howard and Steve talking at a table with several shields on it. I watched as Steve bent over and grabbed one from the bottom shelf. Peggy came into view as I started down the small set of stairs into the room. She came to a stop when Steve asked for her thoughts on the shield he was holding. She grabbed one of the guns from the table beside her and shot at the shield. The bullets ricocheted to the ground and Peggy stated that it in fact worked. She sat the gun back down and walked towards Steve and turned sharply now walking at me. When she got within arms distance of me I stopped her.

“What was that all about?” I gave her a quizzical look.

She just gave me a passive-aggressive smile and said, “Ask your brother.” She stormed out of the room after that, leaving me to interrogate Steve.

“Steve, what did you do?”

“I have no clue.” he exasperated.

“Well, you had to have done something. What happened before I got here?”

“Well, I was waiting to come see Howard when this one lady kissed me, and then Agent Carter started acting weird after that.” I gave him a look of defeated astonishment and brought my hand up to rub my temples.

“God Steve you’re so clueless. That’s literally why she's upset.”

“But why does that matter?”

“Because Steve, she likes you and you kissed someone else right in front of her.”

He stood there with his mouth gaping. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. I can’t believe you did that.” I shook my head. I stepped past him and went over to the other side of the table where Howard was. “Now, what's all this about having some equipment to try out?”

Howard turned to the table that was behind us and grabbed a long metal staff. He turned back to face me, holding out the staph. I took it from his hands and gave it a small twirl. “Stark, what's so special about a staff?”

“It isn’t just any staff, it's a two-piece bo staff. I had a talk with some of the trainers at the base in New York and they said you were exceptionally skilled with it. It's made from one of the rarest metals on the planet. It's practically indestructible.” He gave me a look. “Well don’t just stand there Rogers, give it a try.”

Strolling over to a section of the lab that was free of people. I started to spin the staff in my hands, going faster and faster. Using the momentum from the spinning I lunged forward and struck the staff at an imaginary opponent. I looked up and back at Howard and Steve.

“It’s a little lighter than what I’m used to, but it will work.”

“I'm glad it will work out. It took me forever to acquire a metal like that.”

Steve came over at that point, with a piece of folded paper in his hand. Holding it out to Howard he said, “I had some ideas for my suit. I even have some drawn sounds for hers as well.”

“I am not wearing a suit. I'll be just fine in my regular uniform.” I interjected.

“If you’re going to be coming with me to fight HYDRA then you need to wear a suit, for my peace of mind at least

“Fine, for your peace of mind.”

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fanfic writer 20 questions

tagged by @mythcas thank you dear! 💖

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

61!! oh man that's so absurd, I can't believe it's that many

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

545,502 wow

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Okay listen,,,, a lot.

the main fandoms:

Spider-man, TASM specifically, DCU, Batman, The Untamed, Merlin, Daredevil, The Umbrella Academy, Harry Potter, Stranger Things, Naruto

the one hit wonders (aka fandoms I so far wrote ONE fic for):

Venom, The Witcher, Kingsman + Baby Driver (it was a crossover so I'm counting it as one), BNHA, The Dragon Prince (just the one, no more), B99 (just the one, no more), ATLA, K.C. Undercover, Agent Carter (though that one doesn't really count), Pitch Perfect, Marvel/MCU misc

4) What are your top five fics by kudos?

Devil's Food Cake - by a landslide victory of 3,258 kudos! I guess people really just like nonbinary Peter Parker hanging with the Daredevil group. Plus the baking of course

With Magic Soaking My Spine - my absolute pride and joy, probably my favorite fic I've written honestly. 1,539 kudos.

We Could Get Better ('Cause We're Not Dead Yet) - 1,536 so this and WMSMS are very close

City Too Busy To Haste - 1,076 kudos

With A Big Black Horse And A Cherry Tree - the sequel to WMSMS too makes the top five! 🥺❤️ 884 kudos

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! Sometimes I'm very slow to do so (lack of spoons + too busy) but I try my best. It's just my way of enjoying some wholesome human connection 🥰❤️

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Ooh. I'm going to have to go with Then I heard your heart beating; you were in the darkness too, so I stayed in the darkness with you I mainly write happy endings however I've been told that the ending of this fic is open to very devastating interpretations

7) Do you write crossovers?

I do! City Too Busy To Haste is a Baby Driver + Kingsman crossover. I'm not sure if things like Daredevil + Spiderman count as a crossover but I've done a few Marvel mini crossovers like that. FF + Spidey, Deadpool + Spidey.

8) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not yet and hopefully never🤞Closest I've gotten is someone who told me that they would have bookmarked the story but wouldn't since it was 'obviously abandoned' - I assume they didn't subscribe either and never realized it updated.

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No. Tried that for a brief bit as a coping mechanism when I was a kid. Never retried it after I switched to healthier coping mechanisms, but since I'm sex-repulsed 50% of the time I probably wouldn't vibe with it nowadays

10) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Eh. Not really but kind of? Once someone left me a comment letting me know that someone had posted something that looked very similar to my story. I skimmed the fic. It had some direct lines taken from my story and a very similar plot premise. But it wasn't at all exact and had been also written somewhat differently by them, so I was like "well I wish they hadn't taken exact lines but I think they're just inspired and went about it the wrong way"

Never contacted them. Eventually what happened is that because I'm a slow author, their story caught up to mine and then updated before mine. And their plot was then different from mine - either because mine hadn't been posted yet or because they honestly didn't realize how similar the stories were in the first place. I think of it as someone wanted to "remix" my story and didn't intend to steal it. But to my knowledge that is the only time (which I don't even count) and hopefully it stays that way

11) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet! But I would be thrilled if someone did

12) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! The Devil Drinks Coffee with 01nm, who has also beta'd a few of my other stories for me - I think around 3 - and sometimes they'll add lines while betaing. But even though it was great cowriting a fic with them, I can't imagine doing it with someone else. (Oh also just remembered that we cowrote a fic that's no longer posted actually.)

I really enjoy co-writing as a concept because I'm not very good at finishing stories or connecting scenes. But in practice? Probably wouldn't team up with anyone besides 01nm. It'd definitely have to be with someone I really trusted because it's a very vulnerable thing to do, which I hadn't realized until I'd done it. But bc my partner was so great, the boundaries were really good and so we established a really good method between ourselves so that we were both comfortable in the process of it.

13) What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Very hard to say. It depends, I suppose, on what mood I'm in. But honestly? Probably Merlin/Gwaine. I wish I wrote more of that because I really love it. It's just.... tender.

I'm realizing I don't write a lot of one ship, per se, since I'm so spread out between different fandoms. Also I've been focusing recently on writing non-romantic relationships

I just checked my relationship tags and lo and behold Merlin/Gwaine is tied for first (3 fics) with Peter Parker/Harry Osborn (3 fics)

14) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Posted? Goodnight, Sleep Well, I'll Most Likely Kill You In The Morning because it just has this massive plot that I should have written down a lot more of but - once again - foolishly thought I'd written enough down that I'd remember. I really love writing canon AU's but I don't often do it because of this! I can't keep track of timelines very well!!

Unposted? The DC outsider POV fic of a fashion designer who invents the material of the Batman suit without realizing it at first for Brucie Wayne. I want to write it so badly. It just isn't happening. Also the Stranger Things Robin/Nancy enemies-to-lovers fic. Yeah that one probably isn't happening either. Also the Eddie Brock with chronic pain fic; I didn't even start that actually it's not even partial draft yet just a concept.

15) What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue. I've been told that I can capture characterization well through dialogue - though I think that works better for me with fandoms where I can actually see the pacing of dialogue. (Actors in movies/shows vs characters in novels)

Self indulgence. Sometimes I wonder "is this too self indulgent?" and even though I will be anxious about it, I will stick to it and include it. Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse - depends on who you ask. But everyone who enjoyed the lengthy nail polish scene in Chamomile, No Coconut or the plethora of tender Lancelot in With Magic Soaking My Spine - that was me being super self indulgent.

I feel like I can say unique plot ideas as a strength. This sounds like bragging but honestly my friends have asked me "how did you even come up with that?" and it is usually based off one extremely niche specific concept for one scene (1!) that spiraled out of control into a fic.

16) What are your writing weaknesses?

Oh baby it's definitely plot. Yes I am aware of the irony since I just listed plot as a strength. But I am so bad at writing out traditional stories (beginning, middle, end) mostly because I write different scenes that I can't seem to connect. I've been trying really hard to improve on this. I know that fanfic doesn't need to have a traditional format but I'd like to be able to have that option tbh! I'm just bad at it!

Especially since my plot organization is so terrible. I think I have the timeline figured out and then I go to work on my fic and my outline makes ZERO sense

Grammar too honestly. Also I have a lot of typos and try my best to self beta through my stories but like.... yeah typos.

Cheesy plots and characters. I enjoy sappy things and self indulgence. Sometimes that makes it cross the line into too cheesy instead of just regular cheesy.

Pacing. I'd also say pacing is something I struggle with. That's something that probably ties in with not being good at organizing + writing out plot. Probably doesn't help that I'll often spend a long time on scenes I personally like.

17) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I've seen it done well and done very badly. I don't think I've ever done written it though. Probably won't either unless it is somehow critical to the plot to do so?? idk why that'd be though

18) What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

,,,,,it was Twilight.

19) What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

I can't help but to love With Magic Soaking My Spine. It was one of those things that I'd had the idea (Because of the "Strength, Courage, Magic" bridge, Arthur and Gwaine think that the other one is Magic and not Merlin, while Merlin is caught up in the chaotic misunderstanding) for a long time but didn't think I'd ever actually write it. And when I finished it, I was initially disappointed with it bc it was a lot more serious than I had ever imagined it, and so I was worried that made it not funny. And I wanted it to be a comedy.

But after some time (and really kind commenters) I realized that the things that made it serious - the emphasis on tender friendship and Merlin's loneliness - didn't take away from the humor of the story. And when I reread it, I laugh even so I worried over nothing. Yeah it's probably my favorite story I've written. It's silly and also extremely self indulgent in tender moments of friendship.

To Want (For Nothing) is probably one of my favorites as well because I had envisioned a very specific feeling and I feel like I managed to convey that feeling. It's probably one of my prettiest prose wise, or at least I think so.

Also it's hard to choose a favorite of them but I am really fond of my DC fics. I rotate between being the most proud of certain fics. Right now my fave of the bunch is Take a breath and let the rest come easy

20) Who do you tag?

💖💖💖 @captainkirkk buddy captain pal, if you want to do so

💙💙💙 @romanticism-is-maudlinism I know you're busy right now though so do not at all feel pressured to do it, dear

❤️❤️❤️ @kadansten ily babe