#rancher!steve

[manwrre]

i desperately need some rancher or cowboy!billy in my life. i’m talking tall and buff and sososo golden; from the sun-toned ringlets of his hair, to the scars and stretch marks across his arms and hips. i want him slaving on the ranch all day in the heat until he’s freckled just about everywhere.

i want him burning— smoldering eyes and this lopsided grin that promises nothing but white-hot pleasure. and he’s known for wearing his trademark, black leather pants with flaming red stars on the ass because he knows that he’s got it. he knows that they accentuate his thighs and grip his backside just right and drive at least half of the backward town’s population absolutely wild.

he’s also the perfect mixture of foul mouthed and dripping with sugary sweet charm. i mean, on average, he’s just so quick-tongued and crude and cusses just about anyone to tears. but when he really wants it, he drops his voice into this honeyed, little southern drawl and calls everyone ‘sugar’ and ‘doll’. he’s been talking guys and girls outta their drawers for as long as he’s been apart of this rodeo.

and he’s got a temper that he’s inherited from his sonofabitch daddy but attracts everyone because he glitters like his mom’s creek-caught gold. he’s daring too, of course, so he bull rides and sharpshoots and is always up for a bar fight.

i can imagine him and city boy!steve meeting for the first time. like, billy’s all

“lookin’ a lil lost ‘ere, sweetheart. town’s about two miles back that way.” he nods off in the direction that steve’s come from, steadying his horse.

and steve just frowns at his mocking tone, squinting up at him in the summer heat.

“i’m not lost— i’m just looking for the head rancher. have you seen him?”

“whaddaya need him for? ‘stole your girl or somethin’ because we settle that out on the street, not at a man’s job.”

and it honest to god feels like steve’s being toyed with; like billy’s making fun of him. he’s got this pinched look going for him and embarrassment makes him snap,

“you know what, it’s actually none of your business so if you could just point me in his direction, i’ll be outta your hands and on my way.”

and billy’s amusement spreads across his entire face this time; his smile shattering his cheeks, like cracks on a sidewalk. he’s all,

“except, that’s where you’re wrong, doll. you want the ranch hand, well you’ve got his undivided attention,” with this shit-eating grin and yk, just titters.

as you can imagine, steve gapes and catches himself and billy thinks both, “wow, this guy’s an ass” and “he’s cute, in a baby calf kinda way” and unbeknownst to each other, that’s the start of ‘em.

[glitt3r-litt3r]

So. Not to be crazy but here's a blurb of something I'm working on.

they're cowboys. it's the 90s. flashback to the 80's when steve stayed on the munsons land for a summer. it's BigSad. but also they're cowboysssss

1996 

Eddie is staring at Steve for the first time since the summer of 1985. Steve’s in jeans with a light blue button down, buttons all done like he’s waiting for a job interview. For a moment, Eddie thinks he’s hallucinating. Steve looks like a dream. Like he’s had dreams of this exact moment, running over to his boy to be met with a gorgeous smile smelling of honeysuckle and something expensive. Woken up out of breath, like he was running to catch something and always fell just a moment too short. He’s far off, maybe 60 feet and the sun is bright at sunset today. Tipping his hat down to get a better look he sees a tan hand rise to a wave. Golden hair, square jaw, broader now than he’d ever seen but it’s him. Steve, on his land again. This time, he’s not some punk kid and it’s not Wayne’s ranch anymore it’s Eddies.  

Eddie clicks his tongue once and takes off on Blue toward the yellow of the sunset by the house. The closer it gets the harder he fights the smile, by the time he reaches the gates he laughing in galloping whoops. Steve’s here in jeans and a shirt, that same smile he had at 17 looking all sure and somehow broken at the same time.  

Eddie stops Blue a couple feet away. It’s silly but something nags at the back of his mind that if he get’s too close he’ll spook Steve. Closer he’s even more handsome. Grown into himself, sure about the way he stands.  

“You lost or something?” Eddie says.  

Something unlocks in Steve's nervous belly. He knows what to say, what role to play. This is what he remembers so clearly over all these years. Eddie always made it easy to play along. That’s the exact thing 16-year-old Eddie said, on that same horse Blue, wearing that same hat, his momma’s. It’s Eddie, older and a daydream on that horse with those boots. Steve reminds himself he’s no longer 17 and that he can look wherever he wants. It doesn’t cross his mind that Eddie might even be taken. He had thought about that on the way over but it left as soon as he’d seen the silhouette of the rancher on his horse. Everything melted away in the late evening sun.  

“I'm lookin' for a cowboy. Don’t happen to know any do ya?” He drops his duffle as Eddie dismounts Blue holding her reins gently between his hand. 

“What’s this cowboy look like? Maybe I seen him around?” Eddie takes a couple steps forward. Not close enough to touch yet. Steve’s wondering if Eddie’s gotten taller somehow or maybe just bigger. His boots crunch on the ground confidently and his back has a straightness that Steve wants to follow down to his backside.  

“About six-foot-one, dark curly hair, wicked smile, something a little crazy behind his eyes,” They’ve gone off script now, its like playing with matches. Two boys in the dark of night lighting up matchsticks holding them until their fingers get burned just to see the other smile. 

“Crazy huh?” Eddie scratches his chin like he’s thinking. Steve notices the slight stubble. “Since you mention it there was one out there earlier, but he’s gone home now.”  

The word home catches in Steves head, like sifting through feelings. Home. 

Steve flings himself into Eddie before he can think it through. If he had thought it through, he’d maybe stop himself, run away, pretend he never showed up here. Eddie smells like leather, like open fields, wind caught in his hair and neck. Steve smells like sweet cologne. 

They stand there, swaying gently like the tall grass by the fence. Wayne watches from the porch, wondering why Steve ever left.  

[dreamsteddie]

Actually, Steve and Robin spend every Valentine's Day together after Starcourt with no exceptions ever.

It starts that first February after summer when Steve is still in a rut and Robin is newly pining after Vicky and they are both miserable. Steve hates seeing Robin upset so he says fuck it and asks her to be his Valentine that year. He goes all out with the gifts getting flowers, Jolly Ranchers (chocolate gives Robin headaches), and a new ring to add to her stacks. They have a fancy dinner on Mr. Harrington's card at Enzos and go back to Steve's for a movie night.

The next year Valentine's comes along just before Steve gets with Eddie and Robin gets with Vicky and they are deep in pining mode at that point. They spend the day together eating the expensive icecream and listening to their sapiest records. Eventually Steve breaks out the wine and they poor it directly into their pints and get pleasantly wine drunk and pass out on the couch.

After that, it kind of just becomes a tradition. The next year they are both dating their partners but they both decide that Valentine's Day is a platonic holiday now and spend the day together. Their partners are a little put out but are mollified by promises to have Romantic Valentine's a week later. That year Robin is off at college an hour away (Eddie and Steve moved to a town not far from her school in Chicago) so she insists on planning it all and has him come out to see her and she takes him all around the town.

No matter how far away they are they always make sure to see each other for Valentine's Day, even if it means one of them getting on a flight to be wherever the other is because they are soulmates.

[katethetank]

Rainbow in the Dark

A one-shot from The Dungeon universe

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Rating: Mature, kind of? Summary: It’s the Indy Pride Parade and Eddie cannot find his husband! CW: Reference to smut in a past chapter, Eddie is a little stressed! Word Count: 1.4k

Where the fuck is his husband?

Eddie has been looking everywhere and can’t fucking find Steve.

And this is a big deal.

He was asked this year to be the MC for the Indy Pride Parade. When word got out not only that he got married, but that he’s permanently residing in Indianapolis, the committee reached out and asked if he would basically be their gay ambassador this year. 

He nearly cried.

Ok, maybe he did actually cry, but so did Steve, because it’s a really big fucking deal. 

The parade is about to start and Steve said he would be there. Front and center, there’s no way you’ll miss me. Eddie’s hoping he’s in the crowd or something, because the parade is about to start and Eddie doesn't see him anywhere near the staging area.

Someone is calling his name and he has to get up on the float so they can get this show on the road. It’s colorful as fuck and he stands out like a sore thumb, probably in a good way, with his black leather pants and matching harness that he can’t look at anymore without thinking about how Steve rode him like a slut in heat when they packed up his apartment in LA. 

Ok he needs to not think about that right now unless he wants to go down this parade route with a boner. And he really doesn’t want to do that.

He looks around one last time for Steve, doesn’t see him anywhere, and climbs up onto the float. It’s kind of packed with 6 drag queens already up there waiting for him, but they make it work. And these ladies look phenomenal, he’s not about to complain. They’re each dressed head to toe as the different pride colors and stand in a row making basically a human pride flag. 

He gets manhandled in the middle between Yellow and Green, handed his microphone, does a quick mic check, and they're off. He wasn’t sure why he thought it would be difficult to do this. He figured trying to stay standing on a moving platform while pumping up a crowd would be a challenge, but this thing is moving at about 5 miles per hour so…it’s actually a little anticlimactic if he’s honest.

But fun. They slowly roll through the beginning of the crowd and it’s fucking packed. Of course his eyes dart around looking for his husband, and he has to tamp down his disappointment when there’s no Steve in sight. So he launches into his duties as MC and screams into the mic “Welcome to Pride, Indy!”

The crowd goes mental, music starts up, and the joy is fucking palpable. 

Eddie moves to the head of the float while the Queens grab their color coded buckets and start waving and tossing candy to the kids in attendance. He can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of him seeing these kids scramble on the ground and fight each other off to get their hands on Jolly Ranchers and packs of Skittles.

“Thank you so much for coming out today to celebrate! The world can be a dark place, and we as a community have been fighting an uphill battle for a long time. But this right here is what we do it for. To be able to live loud and proud. To be our true selves and not have to hide in the shadows. To love who we want without shame or fear. To be free!”

The music has been building, and just like he rehearsed, Eddie waits for the cue and starts to sing.

I want to break free, I want to break free

I want to break free from your lies

You’re so self-satisfied I don’t need you 

I’ve got to break free

God knows, God knows I want to break free

He was admittedly pretty apprehensive to sing a Queen song. That’s like the one big unspoken rule with karaoke…you never sing Queen. Nobody can do Freddy Mercury like Freddy Mercury. It would maybe be different if his band was up here with him. Or Steve. Where the fuck is he?! Eddie still hasn’t seen him and he's trying not to freak out and just give this performance his all. 

He really wishes his husband was here for this next part.

I’ve fallen in love

I’ve fallen in love for the first time

This time I know it’s for real

I’ve fallen in love, yeah

God knows, God knows I’ve fallen in love

As he sings, the Queens take turns joining him at the front of the float, dancing and waving to the crowd, and Eddie has the biggest grin on his face as they ham it up. Red rubs her padded ass on his hip. Purple throws her boa over his shoulders and shimmies against his side. Orange grabs his free hand and lifts it up, making Eddie twirl her around as she dances.

It’s strange but it’s true, hey

I can’t get over the way you love me like you do

But I have to be sure when I walk out that door

Oh I want to be free baby

Oh how I want to be free

Oh I want to break free

This is fucking fun. Blue comes up behind him and rubs her hands all over his chest and stomach and he has to bite back his laughter. Green pours a couple packets of Skittles down his chest like a candy waterfall and Eddie miles rubbing it all into his skin.

Everyone in the crowd looks so happy, flags are waving, people are cheering. This feels amazing. 

Where the fuck is Steve?!

But life still goes on

I can’t get used to living without, living without

Living without you by my side

I don’t want to live alone, hey

God knows, got to make it on my own

So baby can’t you see I’ve got to break free

I’ve got to break free

I want to break free yeah

I want, I want, I want

I want to break free

The second he finishes singing, Yellow grips his shoulder and turns him around, grabs his face, and plants a firm kiss against his lips.

Eddie freezes.

He grabs Yellow by the waist and pushes her back. She’s wearing a long 70’s style dress with these big clacky plastic circles all over it from neck to ankle. A huge yellow boa. Her wig is the biggest blonde bob he’s ever seen. Her makeup is super exaggerated, as it should be. Her lips are made to look twice as big, and her eyes are done up mostly in black with a little white underneath. almost making them look like butterfly wings.

But all that makeup…it can’t hide what his eyes zero in on.

Two little moles by the apple of her left cheek.

Another one just an inch away from the right corner of her mouth.

One very kissable one above the left side of her jaw.

Those lips, despite their augmentation, are burned into his fucking soul.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Steve throws his head back, miraculously not dislodging his wig at all, and laughs brightly over the cheer of the crowd. “I told you I’d be front and center!”

Eddie snakes his hand around the back of Steve’s neck and hauls him in for a bruising kiss. The crowd roars and Eddie smiles against Steve’s lips. 

This fucking man. God damnit, he loves his husband so much.

“How the fuck did you pull this off?!”

“I have my ways,” Steve laughs. “We thought it would be fun if we all surprised you.”

Eddie furrows his brow and looks around. “What do you mean we?”

Red comes up to him and slaps him in the shoulder. “Don’t say I never did anything for you, asshole!”

“Gareth?!”

He steps back laughing and throws more candy to the kids lining the streets, and Blue takes his place. “You fucking killed that song, man!”

“Jeffrey, what the fuck!”

He looks over Jeff’s shoulder and realizes that Will is all decked out as Orange, purple is absolutely Lucas’s color, and there’s no way in hell he ever would have expected Mike fucking Wheeler to dress in drag, but the shades of green weirdly suit him. 

He’s had family up here this whole time.

Really, family has been all around him. This beautiful community coming together to celebrate who they are and how far they’ve all come.

Eddie looks back at his husband and his heart is fit to burst. Family is on this float. It’s lining the streets and cheering as he wraps his arms around Steve’s waist and brings their lips together again.

The most important part of his family. His entire fucking world. His ray of sunshine that breaks through the storms.

His rainbow in the dark.

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[eat-limes-bitches]

Hell Hath No Fury Like A Farmer Socrned

PAIRING: Female Rancher! Reader x Mafia Boss!Bucky Barnes

SUMMARY: When his lover is snatched from her ranch, everyone better watch out, and not for the reason they all thought.

WARNINGS: Cannon-level violence, mentions of blood, fighting etc.

Word Count: 1284

A/N: Wow here we are! My first AU! I had this idea while I was a work the other day and thought it was funny. Sorry if it is not that coherent but I tried. If you guys want to see more of this pairing send me some ideas! I'd love to try some more of these two!

Enjoy! <3

Divider by Rookthorne

James Bucky Barnes was known for many things, brilliant, cold, ruthless, fierce ruler of the Brooklyn mafia, amongst many other things. One thing he was not known for was his cool temperament when someone he cared for was in danger which is why his two most trusted men, Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson hesitated outside of their boss's office door, not sure how they would break the news. After sucking a deep breath, the pair walked into the room. Bucky sat at his sturdy redwood desk, feet propped up as he leaned back in his lavish office chair. His gaze snapped from the contract to his men standing in the doorway before returning to the papers in his hand as he spoke.

“How may I help you, gentleman?” His deep voice reverberated across the room.

“They’ve got her, boss,” Sam stated evenly, ice dancing across each word. Bucky was on his feet in an instant, staring down the mean in front of him.

“What?” He hissed, any other person in his company would have shivered at the venom lashing out of his words, but it just caused Steve to sigh looking his boss, his dear friend in the eyes.

“They got Y/n at the farm this morning. They just sent in a live video feed that Stark has pulled up in the conference room no-”

Before the words could finish leaving Steve’s mouth, Bucky was shoving past them and all but running down the hall to the conference room. He burst into the room to see Tony messing with the camera feed while the rest of his most trusted men sat around the table, staring at Bucky waiting for his reaction. Bucky walked over to his chair placing his hands on the back of it as he stared at the screen playing the live video feed of Y/n sitting there, tied to a chair with some plastic-coated twine, no doubt from the truck she was in earlier that morning.

Bucky’s eyes traced over her frame, looking for any injuries. If there was so much a hair out of place he thought as his ringed fingers gripped the plush material even harder, causing his knuckles to turn white. As he continued his assessment he landed on her face and it was then that he sucked in a breath, taking notice of how her once soft lips were now busted up and the small gash across the bridge of her nose. What caused him to let out a breath was the overall look on her face. She was livid. Her jaw clenched tightly, her once sparkling eyes dark with fury, he could practically see the rage pouring off of her. Evidently, the guards standing on either side of her took notice as they began to shift uncomfortably.

She's going to be fine. Bucky thinks to himself as he lets out a small sigh of relief.

Bucky pulled out his chair and sat down calmly, catching everyone in the room, including Steve and Sam who had joined the room just a few moments ago, off guard. He cocked his head sideways,

“Will you let them know that we are all present Stark? That seems to be what they are waiting on.” He spoke, his tone even and calm causing everyone to share looks as Tony patched in the audio.

“Afternoon Barnes.” A voice called out as a figure walked around from behind the camera revealing Brock Rumalow, the leader of the rival mob who had been fighting with the Barnes Corp. For many years.

“Looks like you are starting to slack, she was an easy grab.” Rumalow sneered as he approached Y/n, walking around her chair as he ran his hand up her arm and wrapping a hand around the back of her neck causing an even more crossed look to appear on her face.

“Such a shame, I don’t understand why you would let such a pretty little thing out of your sight.”

The atmosphere in the conference room was tense. Everyone knew about the sweet little cattle rancher Bucky fell in love with many months ago. He had finally brought her around during the Christmas party last month where she was loved by everyone who was able to talk with her. However, she was new to this world, his world and so everyone was worried about her the moment they heard she was taken, but watching her now, she didn’t seem the least bit scared, more annoyed than anything, causing confusion to ripple through the air, but no questions were asked as Rumalow continued speaking,

“I believe she has a few things to say to you, James.” He crowed walking away from Y/n with a pat on her cheek, returning to his position behind the camera while she let out a loud huff.

“Yeah, I got some things to say alright. If you aint here in the next hour, I’m gonna be walking home myself. I got a mare due any day now and these asswipes didn’t bother to close the cattle gate after they got me so now all the cattle are probably running amuck stressing out poor Parker.”

Bucky let out a soft chuckle, only Y/n would be worried about her poor farm hand while she sat tied down to a chair by her boyfriend's rival gang.

“I got the location of the camera Buck,” Tony calls out from behind the computer, “It’s only a few blocks away, in that old warehouse on the junction of 5th Avenue and Bakers Street.”

Bucky brushed invisible dust off his pants and started to speak when there was a large commotion coming from the video feed.

Everyone watched in pure shock as Y/n snapped the twine holding her in place, jumping up and kicking a chair at one guard and wrapping the now wrecked twine around the other's neck yanking him down to the ground, his skull hitting the floor with a sickening crack.

Once the guards were dispatched, Y/n glanced to her left before darting off in that direction, the shock of her escape must have finally worn off of Rumalow because everyone, except for Bucky, jumped to their feet as gunshots began ringing out behind the field of view of the camera. There is a loud metallic “thwang!” before Y/n returned to view, holding an old shovel with a small smattering of blood on it and an even more disgruntled look on her face as she examines her once clean cream and blue plaid shirt that was now ruined by a few small patches of blood.

Bucky smiles as he hears a few curses leave her mouth along with a “I just got the blood out of this shirt”.

Y/n then walks up to the camera, letting out a huff as she picks it up and starts making her way towards the side exit. She glances down at the camera before she starts speaking,

“By the looks of it, you have 45 minutes to get here before I start walking, which believe me you do not want me doing that. ‘Cause I swear to God and all that is holy James Buchannan Barnes if that foal is on the ground by the time I get back I’m whooping your and everyone else in that room's asses.”

Bucky chuckles and stands up looking at Sam and Steve as he motions for them to come with him to the garage to pick up Y/n.

“It looks like she had them after all.” Bucky muses as they enter the elevator. The other men nod in agreement as Sam then says, “Remind me to never piss her off.”

[steddieunderdogfics]

Dissonance Theory by colossalflea, teddywesworl

@teddywesworl

Rating: Explicit

29,769 words, 4/4 chapters

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Tags: Androids, Cowboy Steve Harrington, Android Steve Harrington, Technician Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe - Westworld Fusion, Westworld Spoilers, Don't Have to Know Westworld Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Existential Crisis, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Past Sexual Assault, Mild Gore, Eventual Happy Ending, Knifeplay, Blood Kink, Painplay, Masochism, Blow Jobs, Deepthroating, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Under-negotiated Kink, Light Dom/sub, Sub Eddie Munson, HBO canceled Westworld so it's my city now, Dom Steve Harrington

Summary:

In the most exclusive luxury attraction on Earth, Steve Harrington follows a scripted loop of violence and cruelty. He’s the spoiled son of a rancher. He’s a black hat villain for guests to feel good about killing, over and over again. He’s malfunctioning, and repair techs Eddie Munson and Robin Buckley have to figure out why he hesitates to fire his gun. OR: Steve is an android built to entertain rich shitheads in an Old West-themed amusement park, and Eddie is one of the techs who puts him back together after he gets shot. Did you really think teddywesworl wouldn’t write a Westworld AU?

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Take Me Home Tonight

Summary: You run into a familiar face while working. (Bucky Barnes)

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, fingering, dry humping, flirting.

Note: look, we didn't expect Applebee's to inspire one fic, but now it's done two fics. Shit. We are deranged.

Please enjoy and let me know what you think. Please also reblog because it’s a lot longer than I intended.

You hug the menus to your chest as you approach the booth of four newly sat in your section. As you do, you stutter step, unsure if your eyes are seeing clearly. You know that hair, the subtle wave of brown with strands of silver woven in. You step up and give a smile to the men.

“Good evening,” you place a menu in front of each of them; the burly blonde comedically crowded into the corner beside the man with dark hair and darker eyes, the blonde you vaguely recognise from his acquaintance with the most familiar face at the table, “Mr. Barnes.”

“Oh, hi,” he sits up and sets the drink menu back at the centre of the table, “uh,” he gives you a peculiar look, “I thought you worked down at the Denny’s.”

“Used to. Just got hired here,” you chime, “uh, so, are you all ready to go with your drink orders?”

“You mind?” The blond with the short hair nudges him.

“Yeah, go ahead, I’m still thinking,” he sits back.

“Heineken,” the man orders with a tweak of his eyebrow.

“Seems you don’t carry Hansa so I’ll have a jolly rancher cocktail,” the big blond intones. You almost laugh, thinking of him with the bright blue drink with a gummy worm for garnish.

“Shirley Temple for me,” the other says, “designated driver.”

“Oh, of course,” you note each order in your head, “and you, Mr. Barnes?”

“Mr. Barnes,” the man across from him goads.

“Bucky,” Mr. Barnes corrects you, “uh, I’ll take a Corona.”

“Alright, Heineken, jolly rancher, Shirley Temple, Corona,” you list off, “I’ll be back with your drinks and to take your order.”

“Thanks,” Bucky smiles.

“Yeah, thanks, doll,” the blonde at his shoulder winks. You don’t miss the elbow he receives from his seat partner.

You go to the bar and put in the order. You do a round to check in on your other tables, grabbing a few napkins at request and clearing plates. When the drinks are set out neatly on a tray, you carry them to the booth and dole them out.

“So, are we starting with an appetizer?” You ask.

“We’ll do some nachos,” the man across from Bucky says, “thanks, sweetie.”

“Beef, chicken, or veggie?”

“Chicken,” he answers.

“Hey, I know you,” the blond drapes his arm over the side of the booth, “you’re the neighbour girl.”

“Steve,” Bucky reproaches under his breath.

“What? It was killing me. I just couldn’t place the face.”

Bucky utters your name, almost reluctant to do so, “I’m just out with buddies,” he explains, “buncha old men catching up;” he jabs his thumb towards the man beside him, “Steve, Thor,” he points to the other blonde then to the man across from him, “Sam.”

“Sounds like fun,” you chirp, “well, I’ll go get those nachos. Are we planning on entrees?”

“We’ll just share the chips,” Bucky assures.

Sam leans back and pats his chest, “heartburn.”

You humour him with a smile and nod before spinning away. You flit off and head for the kitchen. It’s strange seeing Mr. Barnes– Bucky outside the neighbourhood. He’s always just been next door. Odder even seeing him without his family. Well, you guess he deserves the break. Every time you see him, he’s on his way somewhere.

🍻

The night wears on. Your shifts always pass quickly as you’re kept afoot by patrons and managers alike. Several times you find yourself visiting Bucky’s table to top up drinks and they grow rowdy as the game comes on the big screen. 

You’re almost amused as you’ve never seen your neighbour like this. He’s always so stern and standoffish. A small wave as he mows the lawn or a ‘morning’ as you pass by him unlocking his car. Even your father claimed he was the most serious man he’d ever met.

“Sweetheart,” Sam smiles at you as clear the empties, “can we get our check? I gotta get them out of here before they break something.”

“Sure thing,” you say as you stack the tray with bottles and glasses, “separate or together?”

“Together. I’ll have to chase them down for the difference,” Sam answers.

As you take the clear Corona bottle from in front of Bucky, he rests his chin in his hand and watches you. Your eyes meet his and your cheeks round even more. He’s definitely drunk.

“Hi,” he babbles.

“Hello, Mr. Barnes,” you return.

“I told you, it’s Bucky,” he grins.

“Bucky,” you repeat, “you want some water?”

He sits up and drags his elbow off the table, “I guess I should…”

“For all of them,” Sam says from your other side, “please.”

“Alright, check and waters.”

You almost click your heels before you sweep off on your mission. It’s almost closing time and the place is sparse. A few stragglers along the bar but no more hectic families of screaming toddlers breaking crayons and tossing napkins.

You go to the till and print out the bill and grab a handheld from the charger. You place both on your cleared tray and fill three glasses of water. You carry them back to your last table and gently set the condensating drinks before each diner. Sam takes the bill as he holds his card between two fingers.

“You go to school?” Steve’s voice startles you before you can summon small talk.

“Uh, yeah, second year,” you answer him.

“I thought so,” he says, “college girls…”

“Shut up, Rogers,” Bucky grumbles, putting his hand up to block out Steve, “ignore him. He’s trashed.”

“Speak for yourself,” Steve swats his hand down and receives a swipe back. 

The men slap at each others’ hands as Thor stands and leans over, his size deterring the men as he shoves their arms apart, “enough. Or I’ll drag you out like stray cats.”

You try not to show your discomfort as Sam hands you back the machine and it loudly prints his receipt. You offer him a copy but he insists you go and enjoy your night. You bid them all the same and set off to clear the last of your tables.

Your coworkers start their own closing tasks and the music turns off as closing time hits. You glance up, everyone’s gone. You go back to the booth and gather up the mostly untouched glasses of water and wipe it down. With your tables done, you turn in your apron and go to get your cut of the tips. Your tally comes up higher than you expect thanks to the table of middle-aged men.

You head out the back door and round to the front of the shining marquee. You’ll uber home since your mom is out of town. As you step up on the little pavement lip in front of the restaurant, a figure stands from their perch on the ground. You don’t recognise Bucky until he says your name.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” You ask as you lower your phone.

“Ah, well, me and Steve…” he rubs his neck and chuckles, “I’m waiting on a cab but none have passed by.” He shrugs, “plus, I figured we’re headed in the same direction…”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I guess,” you say, “I was just ordering an uber. Kinda don’t like taking them alone so late at night anyway.”

“Great,” he slurs, “uh, sorry about tonight. My friends are… a lot.”

“It’s fine, you were having a good time,” you select a ride and black out your phone. “Just make sure you drink lots of water.”

“Hmm,” he hums, “you’re so nice… I’ll be fine, you know? I can take care of myself.”

“I know, I just… I hate hangovers.”

“Oh? Didn’t take you for a drinker?”

“Well, don’t tell mom but once in a while.”

“My lips are sealed,” he surprises you as he reaches to squeeze your shoulder. “And I’ve never broken a promise to a pretty girl.”

You want to laugh. He’s tipsy and it’s kind of cute. The glare of headlights flash over you and he drops his arm away from you. The uber approaches and you check the plate, pointing Bucky in ahead of you. 

He sidles over the seat and yawns as you climb in next to him. The driver confirms your destination as you let yourself relax against the seat. The tension of your shift slowly drifts away.

Bucky slowly slides until he’s leaning against you, “I’ll pay you back for the ride,” he grumbles as he rests his head on your shoulder. 

The tension seeps back into you but you try not to overthink it. He’s just your neighbour, a friendly neighbourhood dad, a bit discombobulated from his night out. He probably doesn’t get many of those.

“Been a long time since I went home with a girl like you,” he chuckles.

You laugh, a nervous tickle in your throat as his weight bears down on you. You can smell a hint of citrus from his hair. Hopefully he’ll forget this all by the morning.

You’re quiet as the driver continues on. By the time you get to your street, you’re sure Bucky’s fallen asleep. You’re worried about getting him back to his place. As you get close to your house, you point the driver to the house right beside your own. That’ll be easier.

To your surprise, Bucky sits up and lets out a sleepy grumble. You thank the driver as your neighbour grabs onto your hand and tugs you towards his side as he opens the door. You let him and he clings to you as the uber leaves you in the shadow of the Barnes’ abode.

“Let’s go to bed,” he pulls you towards the walkway.

“Bucky,” you utter, “uh, Mr. Barnes?”

Is he that drunk? He must not realise you’re not his wife. You look around. You don’t see her car. That explains his little boys’ night. She’s probably visiting family again so he’s all alone.

“Hey,” you laugh unevenly as he drags you up onto the porch. He’s very strong. “Mr. Barnes, it’s me.”

He stops and sways. He squints at you and feels his pockets, jangling his keys through the fabric. He steadies himself and grins. His eyes hold yours, drowning you in pools of oceanic blue.

“I know,” he says soberly, “it’s you.”

You stare at him in confusion, blinking as he slides his hand into his pocket. You glance over your shoulder at the dark siding of your parents’ house. You face him again as he pulls his keys out but drops them between his shoes. You put your phone in your purse and shift the bag to rest on your hip.

“I should– oop,” you look down, “Mr. Barnes,” you bends to grab the keys, “alright, I’ll just get you inside and head home.” You stand up and hold up his keys, “which one?”

He points to the square gold one and you shove it into the slot. You push the door inward and gesture him ahead of you. He shuffles over the threshold, tripping before barely catching himself on the frame. You follow him in and look around cautiously. You’ve never been inside.

“Let’s get you to the couch, Mr. Barnes,” you grab his arm as he wobbles, “you just need to sleep this off–”

You tug on his arm but he doesn’t budge. Once more, all unsteadiness fades and he’s suddenly immovably still. He turns his head slowly and puts his hand over yours.

“I told you,” he faces you as he guides your hand up his arm, “it’s Bucky.”

“Um, alright, uh–”

He backs you up and you collide with the door, the impact forcing it shut. You gulp and press yourself against the inside as he pens you in, clutching your hand to his shoulder. The beer on his breath mingles with the citrusy scent that cloys from him.

“Mr. Barnes, what–”

“Shhh,” his hand slips from your and he grips your chin, “it’s okay–”

“St–”

He smothers your protest with a kiss. You’re too stunned to do more than flatten yourself against the door. His grip makes your jaw ache as his other hand crawls up your thigh. You squirm and push against his shoulder with a whine.

He doesn’t relent. He pushes his foot between yours, edging them apart as he picks your fly open. You curl your fingers, jabbing your nails into him. He growls but doesn’t stop.

You turn your head, forcing your mouth away from his.

“Mr. Barnes… Bucky, please–”

He hushes you again as his hand falls from chin to throat. He squeezes, crushing out any hope of screaming for help. He nuzzles into the side of your neck, his nose tickling the line of your jaw. You whimper as his hand delves beneath the cotton of your panties.

His fingertips brush along your trimmed vee of hair and he swirls the short curls with a purr. He extends his middle finger, feeling along your folds and dipping between. He flicks his finger back and forth, exploring you until he finds your clit. He rolls his finger, stoking a heat beneath his touch.

You wriggle and trail your hand down his arm, gripping his wrist as you fight him. You’re too weak. You croak through your tight throat as you try to fight the swirling tide building with the friction of his roughened fingertip. This can’t be happening.

He’s drunk. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. He’s not like this.

A million thoughts race with as many sensations. You stand on your toes as your muscles knots and the tension coils in your core. You shouldn’t feel like this. This is wrong. This isn’t real. Your eyes roll back and you hide behind your eyelids.

His finger glides as you slicken against him. He quickens his pace, toying with you as he breathes against your neck, puffing damply as his hand remains firm on you. He keeps you pinned as he goads your body on, fueling a fire you’ve never lit before.

You squeak as you twitch without permission. You succumb to the brewing storm, blown away in the whirlwind as your mind is stifled by your body. You gulp and gasp, your hand slipping down to his chest as your other falls away from his arm.

“You’re so sexy,” he purrs as he lets you go.

You brace yourself against the door, breathless and paralysed as you watch him raise his hand. He presses his fingertips to his mouth and you see the glisten on them. He pushes them inside and sucks them clean with a growl.

“And so sweet, baby,” he steps forward, crowding you again.

The afterglow has you helpless. He feels along your side as his other hand wanders down your leg. He pulls your knee up and brings himself flush to you. He bends his knees as he presses his crotch into yours. You murmur at the hot weight between you. 

He curls his arm around your neck and your head lolls back. He bows to kiss you, devouring you as he slowly rocks his hip. A fiery heat builds between the layers of fabric, the friction of your seam rubs you through the damp cotton of your panties.

He gasps into your mouth as his pace quickens. The door shifts and squeaks with his motion as he pounds you into it, hips pumping as his bulge pokes through his jeans rigidly. Your head droops to the side and his wet lips smear over your cheek. He bites into your ear lobe and snarls.

Another tickle flares and you moan. A small burst that has you just as senseless. Your delight leaks onto your panties, spreading to the edges.

“Mmmmm,” he hums and releases the pinch of his bite, “fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me go– right in my–” he chokes as his fingertips sink into the bottom of your thigh and he pulls your leg higher, “jeans–”

He shakes and lets out a long rattle, sprinkled with deep groans and soft mewls. He leans into you completely and shudders, stilling at last. He sinks down with you, bringing you to straddle him as his knees meet the floor.

You heave and lift your head, gaping at him as his eyelids droop sleepily. He smiles, the expression crinkling around his eyes. He leans in and kisses you again, nibbling on your lower lip before pulling away.

“I won’t tell your mom about that either, kitten.”

[minecraftauspice]

Champions: A Peek

(Aka Players)

The Champions (In order)

Steven (And his kitty, Teeter)

Steven is a large Champion claimed under the eye of Action. He does not completely shun his title as a Champion, but he is what clerics have deemed an "Inactive Champion". Steven spends his time tending to farm animals and going into the Indevich Empire Capital to sell his animal products. He was raised by a village just outside of the capital, where he still lives in the present day. Teeter is a kitten he found a couple of years after he sprouted. She did not grow very much, and does very little to help with Steve's mouse problem. He doesn't mind. She hunts plenty of bugs.

Alex

Alex is a small, active Champion claimed under the minds of Foresight. She has spent her time since sprouting traveling with a cleric named Bearach, whom she considers her father. She fights for the safety of villages and cities alike. Alex is well-known all over Overworld, and her visits are celebrated the most out of the small number of Active Champions.

Herobrine (N̴̜̎̅́͌̓̉̃ȩ̵̛̝̤̙͖͇̞̻̓̀̽̈̇̽̓̓̆̓̓͊͝î̷͓̼͚͖̼͙̲͕̖̘́͗͜l̴͇͙̮̟̻̺͕̩̼͍̈́/Hero)

Ţ̸̩̦̭̝̗̺̦̱̱̓͒̄̽͑͊̇̃́̍̓͘͠h̶̘̪̩̖̰͍͚̼̤͉̠̳͓̼͌̓̔̐͑̑̑͝ę̷̨̤̤͕̳̳̮́͊͌̈́̈́̇̀̉͠ ̶̛͕̟͎̝͚̝̭̬̞̐̽̓̈́̕F̸̡̨̝̤̞̳̮̖͗̇̈́͜͠õ̷̲̫͖̫̘ṙ̶̛͉̦̤̩̝̍̋͛̈̈̈́͂͠ͅs̶̢̢̞̪̤̤̞̬͇̤̜͎͉̖̲͊̑͑̕a̶̢̭̝̹͘ķ̴͕̠̜͙̟̯̲͕̈̔͜e̶̡̟͍̼̻̔ń̵̟̮͇̲̮͈͋̈́̄͗͗̕͠͠ ̶̡̧͍͉̼̝̒͝F̷̛͎̟̳̝̼͈̫̲̃̓̕ͅͅi̶͕̼͖͑̋̽͘ͅr̶̽͋̋��͈̲͗̄͝ș̵̡̙͔͙̳̩͙̪̣͊̈́̅͐̓͐͝ͅt̸̪͙̜̫̖̎̑͂̊̔̆͛͒̐̈́̈́̋͜-̶̻̯͔̝̼̟̟̰̦͚̻͉̫͍̉͜B̴̡̧̮̝͎̘̱̗̈́͋̈́̂̿̓̀͋̿̓o̷̜͂̑̊͋̓͑̕͝r̴̢̪̗̭̻̯̬̹̙̹̿̿̑͛̾́̿̃̈́̑̑͘̚͜͠ņ̵͔̪̬̣̲̬̣̼̙͑̏̑̉̽̉͝

Sunny

Sunny sprouted a little too close to a pillager post. When the pillagers found the sprouting baby, they lopped off his arm in sadistic fun, using an enchanted blade which stunted the runebearing magic that was forming him. Sunny's arm never recovered, and upon being fully grown, he was tossed into Illager society. Seeing the way Illagers lived, in such harsh conditions, Sunny leaned into his title as a Champion and became an active warrior of Action.

Kai

Kai sprouted and grew up in a coven far away from the capital. They are a well-known Witchfolk dancer and pay little to no mind to their title as a Champion.

Makena

Makena sprouted in a village far away from he capital, and was raised in a lesser-known city of the Indevich Empire, Wellocks. She owns and runs a bakery there with her wife.

Zuri

Zuri, an active Champion claimed under the book of Knowledge, spends his days traveling and finding old books and parchments to add to his archive, which sits somewhere only he and one other know of. He is a skilled enchanter and redstone technician.

Efe

Efe sprouted among turtles on a beach, found by villagers who lived close by. They were sold to Illager pirates for safety and food sometime after, and was raised under the Illager Empire thereafter. Efe now serves as captain of the Sea's Eye, a large ship well-known in the eastern oceans for being a bad omen among villagers. Despite this, they carry an Eye of Foresight, and live as an active Champion on their travels.

Ari

Ari works as a lumberjack in a Taiga village where she was spouted and raised. She owns a pack of large, fluffy dogs that have added themselves to her little pack in the woods over the years.

Noor

Noor is a well-known Phantom Rancher in the villages far West of the Indevich Empire Capital. She doesn't pay mind to her Champion title, and will even avoid it if she can.

~~~

That's all, my loves! I hope you like the new designs. - The Tot 💚

[shieldofiron]

Need ranch hand Billy who just can’t keep his hands off the rich rancher’s son. And Steve who keeps coming back season after season, because Billy’s just the one.

@oopsiedaisiesbaby I feel like these are your vibes.

[harmonictechnicality]

thinking about Steve digging into a KFC bucket around Eddie, who is about to snap in half at the sight of it. Just seeing Steve Harrington sink his teeth into a chicken thigh, sucking on a drumstick bone, swallowing the most ungodly-sized bites he’s ever seen. His eyes are fucking locked on Steve’s lips that are extra shiny from all the grease. Eddie can’t even touch his own damn food because his stomach is in knots from this weirdly erotic and carnivorous circus act.

Steve smears the grease off with the back of his hand, staring hard at Eddie. “What?”

“Huh?”

Dumb. Idiotic. Why is Eddie suddenly experiencing the same level of flusteredness as the varsity cheer squad around this guy? It’s just Steve. Steve eating meat…

Thick, juicy, noisy meat in Steve’s mouth. His mouth that looks so-

“Dude, try some.” Steve waves a half-eaten chicken wing in front of Eddie’s face. He’s smiling as he chews, looks honest to god tipsy from how much he’s enjoying this meal.

Eddie shrugs, pops his knuckles to keep his hands busy. “Not hungry.”

Which is a big, fat lie. He is hungry. Thoroughly starving to see Steve in angles that are banned from biblical literature.

“Christ on toast, Harrington, close your mouth. I can see your fucking tonsils from here.” And yeah, that’s a problem too. Eddie could draw the inside of Steve’s mouth from memory by now. Could make himself a handy little diagram on how stuffed it could be if he just-

“Can’t help it.” Steve interrupts. He tears another piece of meat off and chomps as he speaks. Says something that actually breaks the last bit of dignity in Eddie’s soul. “It’s finger lickin’ good.”

Right, yup. Okay. Eddie is all impulses after that. His gaze drops to Steve’s slick hands. His ears only able to process words at a caveman baseline:

‘Finger. Lick. Good.’

Yeah. That does sound pretty good to him. Really good, actually.

So Eddie reaches across the table and takes Steve by the wrist. He opens his mouth, swirls Steve’s index finger over his tongue, sucking on it for way too long. Makes a loud slurping sound as he returns Steve’s hand back to him. He’s pretty sure Steve gasped at the contact, but couldn’t exactly focus on anything other than the taste of salt and grease and skin.

As Eddie sits back down in his chair, he examines Steve’s face. Red everywhere. Up his ears, down his neck. He isn’t moving either - like Eddie’s little stunt just paused all the muscles in his body or something.

He should run. Avoid getting beat up by a guy who’s a former jock. Besides, Eddie Munson is somewhat famous on cowardly shit like running away. It wouldn’t exactly be unheard of for him.

But he doesn’t. Instead, Eddie dabs the corner of his mouth with a napkin. Takes a deep breath in. Smiles sweetly over at Steve, sweet enough to feel playful. Edging on mean.

“Looks like it wasn’t false advertising after all.” Eddie tosses the used napkin at him. Isn’t trying to make Steve flinch, but it happens anyways. “Finger lickin’ good is an understatement.”

“Understatement?” Steve studies his finger, the one Eddie just used like a jolly rancher, then smiles wide:

“Should be mandatory with you, Munson.”

[ambroziadelphine]

Patience and Time(Bucky x Rancher!Reader)

Marvel Masterlist

—Bucky's POV—

I was drinking my coffee in my room as I heard the impending thud of footsteps coming towards my room. I had another therapist appointment, and it didn't exactly go well; other people telling me how they think I feel never really goes over well with me. Steve opened my door and gave me that disappointed look I hated as I reluctantly turned my body towards him, setting my cup down as he walked in and closed the door behind him.

"Buck, what happened?" He asked, but I just sighed, truthfully unable to answer him. All that woman was trying to do was her job, help him, but he chewed her out and insulted her the moment she scratched even the tiniest bit of the surface. Introductions were fine, but then when they would get to the topics about his well-being, his past, his memories that he was still slowly learning, he hardened. He lashed out because he feared anyone knowing the truth about himself, he didn't know if Steve could look at him if he knew how much Bucky hated what he felt he had become. The civil war between Tony's team and them had taken such a toll on his mental state, even if Tony had reluctantly forgiven him in agreement to keeping the ex-assassin under surveillance and getting him real help to undo what HYDRA did to him. No one realized how hard that may be, though.

"I dont know." I said quietly, and he sighed, running a hand through his hair before looking at me, a little softer as he took in my obviously neglected appearance. He sat at the end of my bed and was quiet for a moment. This was a condition of Tony and the government's agreement to release me and give me a chance to amend my wrongdoings and get better, but it was like I couldn't. 

"We need to figure something out, or they might put you in prison or worse." He said, making me close my eyes and sigh, a few moments of silence crawling over the room as I felt my own guilt of putting Steve in this situation weighs heavy on me. I was about to open my mouth, I didn't know what I wanted to say. apologize? tell him to leave my problems to myself? I didn't have any time to speak, though, before there was a knock at the door and Steve looked at me with furrowed brows, getting up to open it when Nick Fury stood there, expression as unreadable as always.

"I'm sure you understand why Im here, agent Rogers, Mr. Barnes." he said, addressing them both as he walked in, taking an envelope out from his coat pocket. "Due to the persisting attempts to improve your profile and mental status in the eyes of the government having failed thus far, they have decided to give me 2 more months to get some kind of improvement from you." he said and I felt my throat tighten as Steve's face grew concerned.

"2 months? What happens if there's no improvement?" Steve asked and Fury was silent for a moment before pursing his lips, clearly disliking the words that came out of his mouth.

"Mr. Barnes will be placed into official custody and essentially kept in a lockbox until further notice." He said grimly and I felt Steve's eyes turn to me as I stared at the ground, my hands together as I felt like I wasn't even in my body at this moment. So I either somehow get better in the next 2 months, or I'm put in another cage until I'm dead.

"You can't be serious? They expect him to work through decades of brainwashing and torture in just 2 months!" he said, getting up before I sighed and slumped back in my chair, my face burried in my hands as I took a deep breath. "Theres got to be some way to fix this." he said as I sighed again, Fury was quiet for a moment, the air tense as his eye bore into the side of my head like a hot iron.

"Mr. Barnes." I looked at him hesitantly, he looked almost indifferent, like he was void of caring at this moment. He looked out the window for a moment, leaning his elbows on his knees as we both waited for him to speak again. "I do know someone that may help you, but to do that, it means you would temporarily be moved to a different location. She would also require you to do work in order for her to help." he said as Steve looked between him and I for a moment as I thought about his offer. What kind of work? How could some random women help him when the therapists and psychologists couldn't?

"Why are you just telling us this now?" Steve asked as Fury looked at him with a firm stare.

"Because even the knowledge of her very existence is classified to such extremes that only myself and a select few others know about her. I had spoken to her a few months ago to get her help, but she had requested we try other options before turning to her. Hence why I am now telling you." He said as my brows furrowed, why is she so classified? 

"Why is she so classified?" i asked, my voice was rough from not using it very often, always speaking quietly to conceal the emotions always building in my voice seemed to do that. His stare was unsettling as it felt like the air went cold at my question.

"Because she was the first person to ever escape HYDRA."

————

"Are you sure about this, Buck?" Steve asked as I packed my few belongings I was taking. Some habits from never having a place to settle were showing as weeks in my own space went on, it was hard to feel like I could call a place home, even temporarily. I sighed as I paused, shrugging my shoulders before I continued on.

"I dont know." I muttered, zipping the last of the stuff in before Steve put a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey." he said, pulling my shoulder until I faced him and his concerned but hopeful eyes. "I'm staying the first month, alright?" he said and I nodded, giving a small smile.

"Is she putting you to work too?" I asked and he scoffed and put the packed suitcases in the corner by the door.

"You didnt think youd get to have all the fun, did you?" He asked as I chuckled lightly, shaking my head before he looked at me sincerely. "I'm serious though. You need me at any point while we are there, you can always come to me, and even when I come back here, you can call me at any time, day or night and I will pick up. Got it?” He said, his eyes soft as I felt a small pit in my stomach. I’ve relied on him so much, how could I keep doing that when I know it’s a stressor on him?

“Got it.” I said, giving him a small smile and nod before we both got everything together and headed to the helicarrier where Fury was waiting.

————

“So, how far away is this place?” Steve asked as he stared out over the oceans we passed, Nick leaned back in his chair looking at his ipad, glancing up at him before glancing outside then back down.

“Very far.” He said as I internally scoffed, rolling my eyes at his vague answer. He glanced at me and smirked. “Getting a little impatient, Mr. Barnes?” He asked as I paused, not realizing my leg was bouncing before as I stilled it forcefully, trying to ignore the growing nerves in me.

“Nervous, might be more accurate.” I muttered, looking down as I leaned my elbows on my knees. It was quiet for a moment before Nick got up, walking over to the pilot as he gave a small hum.

“Not much to be nervous about. She’s done this more times than you’d think.” He said with an indifferent tone, turning to Steve and I who looked on in confusion. “You aren’t the only HYDRA subject to have had struggles adjusting to current life. The only difference this time is that normally she finds people like you even before we do.” He said as my eyes widened. So, she specifically helps ex-HYDRA subjects? At least that explains why she can apparently help.

“If she’s done this before, why did she have you try other options before her?” Steve asked as Fury paused, looking at me calmly before sighing.

“Because the Winter Soldier was known across all HYDRA bases. The risk of a current member of her community having interacted with you during your time with HYDRA was.. Is very high.” He said as I felt a lump form in my throat. Some people there will know what I’ve done more than I do, I might have hurt some of them. Fuck, what if everyone there hates me? What if she hates me and that’s why she didn’t want me to come at first? I put my face in my hands as I let out a shaky breath, Steve putting a light hand on my back as Fury looked at us. 

“What if someone does recognize him? Does she have a plan in case someone holds a grudge from before or something?” Steve asked as Fury nodded.

“There are a few different houses in her community, each person has their own room and she assigns you to a house based on what level of support she deems a person needs.” He explained, taking a few steps until he was in front of me. “To ensure your safety, and that your care is put on priority, you two will be staying in her house. She only houses at most 2 people in her own home at a time, so she has made appropriate arrangements to keep you safe and as comfortable as possible for your stay.” He said as I nodded, a pause coming from him before he looked at Steve.

“I have also given her permission to attempt to remove the trigger words programming from him. You are to sit in when she does this to ensure he does not hurt her when this happens.” He said and I felt my body tense. God please, I don’t want anyone using those words again on me. Steve looked at me in worry before looking back at fury.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” He asked as Fury nodded.

“I have complete trust that she can handle this.” He said, a moment of silence as he looked at Steve’s unconvinced face before he sighed, doing something on his ipad before he gave it to me. “Her name is Flora Martinez. I think her life experience alone should give you a better idea of why she is specially equipped to handle this.” He said, moving to sit back down as my eyes scanned over her file. No photo, but there were basics of how she was found, how she says she escaped, then my eyes landed on her age and I felt my breath stop.

“Born in 1743?” I asked quietly, Steve looking over my shoulder as his own wide eyes turned to Fury who had a small smirk resting on his face as he closed his eye, pretending to sleep.

“How is she still alive?” He asked, Fury peaked his eye open.

“I asked her the same question when I met her. I still haven’t got an answer.” He said as I sat back in shock at this before my brows furrowed.

“So, I’m supposed to be getting help from some old lady literally on death's door, or be forever confined to a concrete room.” I said, scoffing slightly as I closed my eyes. “Might as well throw me in the room now.” I sighed, Steve lightly smacking my flesh arm making me turn and glare at him.

“Hey, don’t talk like that.” He said before his eyes softened. “Please Buck, just give this a chance.” He pleaded, making me sigh, nodding as Fury’s smirk never left his face, a small quiet settling over us as I looked over the minimal information about her. For being almost 300 years old, SHIELD really doesn’t have that much on her.

[billkaulitzwife]

The Outsiders Nowadays (in 2024).

Ponyboy (born 2010)

on playstation 24/7

“FIVE MORE MINUTES, DARREL.”

his username is smth stupid like ‘smokersleftlung’ or ‘mylittlep0ny’

“wya?” when ur at his door

vapes.

SORRY.

noah kahan lover

jeans, steel toe boots, camo shirt, neon orange jacket.

would try to get his friends to read

but gets called a dork :)

“Something in the Orange” on full blast while thinking of Cherry

posts horrendous .5s of himself on snap

typa guy to hold a fish on his instagram

favourite show is probably yellowstone

Johnny (born 2008)

loves open boxing the gang !

sad he has an xbox and not ps like the boys

HATES fortnite.

unironically says skibidi gyat

“hey dal, look at that furry over there.”

its just some kid.

foster care.

dallas would add him on snap and getting annoyed when he said “wyll”

has a stupid bow by his name

“johnny🎀”

like bro you are not coquette.

cries to wlw poetry.

snap user: “ooh_achurch” insta: “cadecade55”

used :3 once and never did it again.

watched friends and says “hes so me” whenever he sees ross.

Dallas (born 2007)

“wyll”

typa guy to yell GYATTT in public

barks at emos and furries

vapes in the school bathroom

racist.

would call you a slur for looking at him for more than a second.

mullet + perm combo

jumped a 7 year old and got on the news

male manipulator core

owns a husky named after himself

knife enthusiast.

screams at his dad for ten more minutes on the playstation

“do u send?”

no i do not thank you very much.

suicide boys. lil peep.

thinks he’s dean from supernatural

same username everywhere: “imnottexan”

fav show: big mouth

Adelaide (born 2010)

regina george but on a mental level

gatekeeper.

arsonist !

had a friend group with “bug” “kai” “arson” and “alex” in 2021 and nearly khs.

almost thought she was bi.

fought a girl in the locker room at school

takis, cookie monster pajama pants, latina makeup

SABRINA AND CHAPPELL LOVER, used to be a swiftie

sturniolo triplet fan (owns all of space camp)

buys clothes from shein

usernames: “addiethebaddie” “adelaidecurtis”

fav show wld be shameless

BEDROTTING.

grew up on spongebob and bubble guppies

writes poetry in her notes app

Darry (born 2004)

“live laugh love” sign somewhere in the house

“Doesn’t know how to text normally .”

(jkjk)

“PHONE ON THE TABLE WHEN YOU GET HOME.”

has a pinterest board full of pumpkins and dogs

invested in the kardashians

the therapist friend

facetimes the gang when he’s on lunch break

doesnt understand what skibidi is

ONLINE COLLEGE!!!

blasts dad rock when he drops off the twins at school

duct taped two-bit to the top of his car during freshman kill week

did the same to steve

class of ‘22

lowk eats up lana del rey

hates twitter and instagram

username: “darrel_curtis”

believes in angel numbers (me too king)

has a picture of him holding a fish on his instagram to ‘attract the females’

Sodapop (born 2008)

boycott

belittle

boyboss

owned wizz for less than a day

trolled little kids on roblox with steve

saw too many… things on omegle.

scrolls on tiktok for hours.

usernames: “thispxssytasteslikepepsi” “sodap0p08”

binges twilight in hiding

also barks at emos and furries

laughs at any kinda fart joke

showed pony a picture of a horse and said “found u online”

they fought.

threatened to break the tv when he couldn’t play slime rancher for three hours

turns his life360 off when he goes out with sandy or to a car show

Two-Bit (born 2006)

broke four controllers when he played seige

trolls on fortnite

finally fucking finished high school (class of ‘24)

ice cream scoop hair

binges bojack horseman

bo burnham’s biggest fan

made a huge deal when the queen died

refused to wear a mask during quarantine because ‘ITS FOR SISSIES’

preaches the second amendment “MERICAAA”

username: “twobit”

sends random memes in the gc when the others are fighting

hates xbox users

complains about adelaide using shein

“tummy hurty” posts on his insta story

would slap the shit out of you if you said seige was just a game

Steve (born 2007)

trolls on dti

eats goldfish like his life depends on it

username: “handletherandle”

also preaches the second amendment

and the first

and the fifth

PROUD TO BE AN AMERICA—

went on a school trip to dc and hated everything he had to eat

doordashes when he has enough

hypocrite

wld call you a slur for a GOOD reason

avid minecraft player

and overwatch.

mountain dew addict

reposts politics and cars on twitter

hates minion memes

“wyll”

THAT’S ALL FOLKS!

[dreamsteddie]

Dreamsteddie Slick Sunday Anon Posts

@stmarchmm has inspired me to go back, with permission from @lexirosewrites, and locate my old anonymous Slick Sunday posts for your perusal.

Slick Sunday was a big reason I started this blog for my writing. I was literally never someone who wrote, but I was having so many steddie thoughts and needed a place to get some of them out, so I submitted a lot of them for Slick Sunday.

Many of these are more NSFW than my usual posts, so be warned!

The List:

Post Bitching Model Steve - CW: Nude photography, mentions of sex, descriptions of genitals

Al and Eddie Work For the Harringtons - CW: Mentions of sex, very brief mention of Al seeing Eddie having sex

Pussy Obsessed Eddie Part One and Two - CW: Gartuidous use of the word pussy, sex, uhhhhh Eddie Munson is a little gross

Insecure Alpha Eddie - CW: None, this one is just sweet

Omega/Omega Steddie - CW: Sex, lots of sex actually, dildos, mentions of heats, mentions of knotting

Registered Comfort Omega Steve - CW: Alpha drop, brief discussions of injuries

Runaway Omega and Rancher Eddie Modern AU - CW: domestic violence (not graphic), references to detoxing. Fun fact: I have a draft for the first couple of chapters of this in my docs, I just never finished it.

I think there are more of these floating around out there, I just didn't catch them in my search. If I ever go back in to look again I'll add them.

Anything I wrote for Slick Sunday using this blog I have reblogged under the tag #that's me! and #dreamerspeaks if you want to go read any of those, too.

[girllock-writes]

"Risk"

Pairings: cowboy!bucky x rancher's daughter!reader

A/N: i had coffee way too late so here's some late night thoughts, sam and steve show up but i just like excuses to be silly, no warnings? they kiss ig

A/N pt 2: the update: Lol, apologies to everyone who read "Risk" last night and was super confused. Half the fic didn't copy over and the spelling errors were crazy. (Can you tell i'm dyslexic ahaha) My bad all, ive updated it so its right now. x_x

Summary: Cowboy Bucky convinces you to take a risk and live a little. You find out cows are soft and so are Bucky’s lips.

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The sun was not merciful to the western plains. On the BlueStone Ranch, you stood in the shade of the barn as you watched the ranch hands try to tame one of the new horses.

You laugh to yourself as Sam fell off the bucking horse, dust flying up around him.

“You gotta stay on longer than that!” Steve laughed, as he jumped over the fence to help his friend up.

The men began to discuss the wild horse. You wished you could tame horses. You could ride fine, but your father had practically banned you from going near the untamed ones. You understood his concerns about your safety, but you had been kept from doing the “hard” ranch work all your life. You were an adult now, you should be able to do something more than stand around the ranch and look pretty.

Heavy footstep made you turn your head. Bucky Barnes, another ranch hand, made his way from the back of the barn. His dark hair was glued to his temples by beads of sweat. “Ain't it a little hot out here for you, doll?”

You shrugged. It was rather warm. Even in the shade of the barn, you could feel the heat forming sweat on the back of your neck. You had chosen to wear a light skirt and blouse to keep yourself cool, but it did little to help. “It's not much better in the house.”

Bucky gave a laugh, leaning against the wall.

You eyed him “Do you ever think they're gonna figure it out?”

He smiled, watching as Steve helped calm the horse so Sam could get back on. “I'm just glad I work with the cattle instead. They're much nicer.”

Bucky gently touched his right hand to his prosthetic left.

Realizing you was staring at him, you quickly looked away. You wanted desperately to say something, but didn't want him to think you pitied him.

“Aren't cattle dangerous? I've seen some of the roundups you do,” you say finally, trying to break the awkward silence.

“I suppose,” Bucky replied, looking over at you. “But what's the fun in it if there's no risk?”

Meeting his gaze, you saw a glint of playfulness in his blue eyes. You swallow dryly. “I wouldn't exactly be the right person to say.”

Bucky scoffed with a grin. “What? Ya never done a dangerous thing in your life?”

“I think my father would kill me before I could,” you laughed, looking down.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you as Steve cheered on his friend as the horse began to buck again.

“C'mon then,” Bucky stated, taking your hand. He guided you around the barn and toward the grazing pasture. As you left the shade, the sun blazed on every inch of your visible skin. You were glad you had worn a hat.

Bucky hopped on the fence that kept the cattle enclosed on the ranch. Still holding your hand, he nodded for you to join him.

You tried to pull away, looking down at your skirt. “I dont think the fence is going to agree with my choice of dress…”

Bucky shook his head. “You’ll be fine.”

Looking around to make sure no one would see, you slowly grasped the wooden frame and hoisted yourself up. You hadn't sat on a fence since you were a little girl. Bucky jumped down and lifted his hands to help you. You leaned forward and he grabbed your waist, lifting you down.

There was a brief moment where you lingered in his arms. Your heart skipped a beat and you pulled away.

Bucky turned and strode toward one of the cows grazing nearby. He walked around to the front of the beast and gently reached his hand out.

“C'mon!” He called.

Taking a minute, you watched as he stroked the nose of the cow; it's tail waving contently. Walking slowly, you kept your distance.

“She's soft,” Bucky assured. “And she's not gonna run ya over… Unless you plan on spookin’ her.”

Stepping back, Bucky placed a hand on your shoulders and pushed you toward the cow. He took your right arm and stretched it out, his body hot against yours. Your hand met the surprisingly soft hair on the cow's nose. You realized that it was odd, you having lived on a cattle ranch your whole life and having never touched a cow. You turned to look at Bucky, his face surprisingly close.

“And you thought it was dangerous,” you joked.

He smiled. “Sure, doll.”

You looked back at the animal, scratching it gently. Your ears pricked as you heard Bucky inhale deeply. You felt your shoulders tense as his hand on your upper back moved slowly to your waist.

Instinctively, you took a step forward and away from him. “I should probably get inside before daddy realizes I'm out here.”

Bucky straightened up. “You've taken one risk by coming out here… Why not another?”

You eyed him. “I don't know what you mean,” you say. The heat began to ring in your ears.

His blue eyes twinkled. “Yes you do.” His hand reached up, grabbing the hat off your head. Your hair began to frizz and you swipped at him.

“Bucky!”

He lifted it high in the air, well out of your reach. Glaring, you lunged for it. On the very tips of your toes, you fell forward and onto him, your hand still reaching for your hat. “Give it back,” you demanded.

He raised an eyebrow. “Say please.”

Unable to reach higher, you lifted one foot to try and jump with the other. Bucky’s free hand was wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly. You glare ay him. “Please,” you say finally.

Bucky paused. He lowered his hand, you hat still in it, but didn't give it back. Still pressed against him, you hoped he couldn't feel your heart pounding in your chest. The sun was blinding and it was much too warm for two people to be standing so close together.

Bucky stared at you for a long while. “Did you know you have the prettiest eyes either side of the Mississippi?”

If your cheeks hadn't been red from the heat, they most certainly would have darkened by his compliment.

“Why don't you live a little, huh?” He asked smoothly. “Take a risk every now and again. It's healthy.”

Your mouth went dry. “I… You don't know what you're saying.”

“I ain't much of a talker,” he grinned.

He leaned down, pressing his lips gently against yours. The wave of shock ran like a chill through your body. For a moment, you could have sworn you were cold. When he finally pulled away, you could only blink in surprise.

“Y/n!” You heard a voice call from close to the house.

You pulled away from Bucky. His eyes pleaded with you to say something. Looking between him and the direction of the voice of your father, you felt your heart doing somersaults in your chest. You pointed at him. ��No one gets to know. Not yet.”

He smiled. “Good enough for me, doll.”

You squared your shoulders and walked away. You were halfway back to the house before you realized…

Bucky still had your hat.

[yelenaslyubov]

!NEW SERIES ANNOUNCEMENT!

“A NEW FRONTIER”

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3

pairing: yelena belova x reader

PLOT SUMMARY: When a top secret mission is brought upon a group of the Avengers, you must join them in the barren desert of Utah. The Avengers must go undercover and play the part of gentle cattle ranchers while taking part to silently fight an uprising. You are the newest recruit, which means this becomes your first mission. You do well to remember your place, as well as do your part, but this part becomes harder when a certain someone catches your eye. Your new mission becomes fighting a balance between your own feelings and the threat that looms over the Avengers. Will you be able to defeat the new threat to the universe as well as embrace your newfound feelings, or will you lose them both in the end?

<< character moodboards >>

you

yelena belova

kate bishop

kamala khan

natasha romanoff

wanda maximoff

peter parker

steve rogers

sam wilson

bucky barnes

clint barton

tony stark

howdy everyone!!

i am excited to announce my first official series! i know i’ve teased a series before and i didn’t follow through with it, but i’m very excited for this. it’s definitely different than anything i’ve done before so i hope that people are pumped for it and enjoy it. this isn’t just my own idea but it is inspired by a story that me and a close friend came up with a couple years ago. this does not follow the exact events, but it is definitely inspired by it (you know who you are bestie). i’m not sure how many parts this story will have, but i am hoping at least 4! i’m hoping that once i get in the swing of writing for an actual series it will inspire me to go back to the previous series i wanted to start. as you can probably see, i really enjoy writing AU stories that take a completely different turn than canon events, whether that is plot or character driven. with that being said, i hope you enjoy this new story and i would love to hear how you feel about it!! until next time🤠🏜🐴

series inspired playlist:

big iron by marty robbins

are you gonna be my girl by jet

southern nights by glen campbell

ain’t no rest for the wicked by cage the elephant

run free by hans zimmer

supermassive black hole by muse

ghost riders in the sky by riders in the sky

red dead redemption by woody jackson

i kissed a girl by katy perry

a horse with no name by america

she calls me back by noah kahan

lonesome town by ricky nelson

barracuda by heart

get off my back by bryan adams

i was made for lovin’ you by KISS

take me home, country roads by lana del rey

saddle tramp by marty robbins

kickstart my heart by mötley crüe

in dreams by sierra ferrell

can’t stop by the red hot chili peppers

the good, the bad and the ugly by ennio morricone

beer for my horses by toby keith

american pie by don mclean

we belong together by ritchie valens

good luck, babe! by chappell roan

you send me by sam cooke

our song by taylor swift

home by edward sharpe & the magnetic zeros

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see ya soon partners ;)

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