#G.I. Joe Spirit

[lgspears]

Here's my picks for the Joes in the G.I. Joe movie if it was made in the 90s:

Michael Biehn or Michael Dudikoff as Conrad S. Hauser/Duke.

Sharon Stone or Demi Moore as Shana M. O'Hara/Scarlett.

Tony Todd or Keith David as Marvin F. Hinton/Roadblock.

Bruce Campbell as Dashiell R. Faireborn/Flint.

Jennifer Jason Leigh as Alison R. Hart-Burnett/Lady Jaye.

Rodney A. Grant as Charlie Iron-Knife/Spirit.

Jean-Claude Van Damme or Gary Daniels as Snake Eyes.

[simeonscott]

Get that thing loaded already!

[hasbr0mniverse]

G.I. Joe A Real American Hero! 1992 - Code Name: Spirit - Air Commandos Leader - Subgroup: Air Commandos - Spirit is the ultimate Native American mystic warrior. He's a shaman of deep mystery, a peerless tracker and a doctor of Psychology. Strapped into the frame of a stealthy G.I. Joe Air Commando glider, silently sailing the thermals and air currents over enemy territory, Spirit utilizes his tracking skills to spot barely noticeable signs of recent troop movements or camouflaged enemy bunkers. A qualified expert with most NATO small arms, Spirit is equally adept with the compound bow and throwing knife!

[bisexualcage]

Stunt Work | Johnny Cage x Trans Male

Pairing: Johnny Cage x Male Reader (trans male/masc)

Summary: you’re a stunt double working on one of Johnny’s films, he’s annoying to work with and you think you both mutually hate each other…at least you thought.

Warnings: NSWF! 🔞 MDNI!!, mentions of afab anatomy, there’s almost no plot but I tried my best so it’s a little layered.

Word Count: 3.2k

A/C: I didn’t really proof read this a whole lot, so ignore any errors pls <3

Part 2 here <-

“Alright, Cage, you gotta commit to it man stop flaking— grab his shoulder, flip him over and leg lock.” The director instructed Johnny who was shirtless, sweating and in an overall fussy mood because he couldn’t for some reason commit to performing the stunt on you all the way.

“Hop off my sack, man. I’m trying.” Johnny breathed heavily.

“If I may-“ you tried to put in a word of advice but it was quickly shut down.

“Listen, G.I Joe, zip it-“ Johnny barked, all cocky.

“You both been acting like cats and dogs all day, cut it out!” He yelled and then turned to Johnny, “What’s gotten in to you? You’re literally a martial artist, an actor, and you keep stopping at a simple leg lock?” The director whispered at him, patting his back.

The director not reprimanding his shitty behavior and only talking about his stunt block made you scoff loudly.

Johnny gave you a brief look before looking away and shaking his head, “I know I am, I’m the best there is— I’m Johnny Cage for god’s sake.”

“That’s the spirit! Now, another take! We’re gonna get this!” The director yelled.

You rolled your eyes and got to position, as well as Johnny getting in to fighting stance in front of you.

“Action!”

Johnny started throwing his moves at you, you dodged them successfully and then the sequence he struggled was next. He grabbed your shoulder, flipping you over on to the padded floor harshly which made you groan, and then finally performing the leg lock on you— extending your leg between his thighs on the floor as you grunted. You thought he finally got the move down until you felt something firm against your thigh as he kept it in a hold. You hesitantly look down and notice that between his legs was a rock hard erection making you go completely still and your eyes widen. Of course, he noticed your reaction and he immediately let you go and stood up with an embarrassed look on his face. A blush covering his cheeks as his shades hid part of his face.

“Way to go, Johnny! That’s my boy!” The director yelled.

You got up from the padded floor and cleared your throat, a heat coming from your neck. Not really looking at him as you were ready to run off set to your trailer.

“Are we done?” You look at the director and ignore Johnny’s flushed face.

“Yes yes, go ahead and take your breaks.” He patted an immovable Johnny’s back.

Without even a second thought you rushed to your trailer, a bunch of feelings and thoughts flooding your head. You were confused as to why you felt an attraction to the asshole, you were supposed to hate his guts, right? But now, since it’s pretty obvious he didn’t wanna do a leg lock all day was because he didn’t wanna reveal the rock hard boner he got in that position with you it made any rationality of in your head vanish.

An hour passed since you were trying to relax in your trailer, that is until you heard a few firm knocks on your door making you jolt and walk to it.

“Listen, if the stunt needs more rehearsing I might shoot myself-“ your words caught at the back of your throat as you saw a showered Johnny in front of you with a raised eyebrow and an amused expression.

“Easy, G.I Joe. It’s me.” He grinned at you.

“No- we ain’t doing this shit. You cannot just knock on my door with a smile and expect me to forget how much of an insufferable dick you’ve been.” You went to close the door on his face but he shoved his foot in and firmly moved his way in.

“What the-“

“Unclench your ass, I just need to talk.” He walked in with his hands in his pockets, he was wearing slacks and a navy blue dress shirt with his usual shades.

You slam the door closed as you turn around and near him, “The only reason why I’m letting you in is because I need this damn job— I would have kicked your ass by now.”

Johnny smirked, completely not phased by your red angry face, taking his shades off and looking in to your eyes with his big brown warm eyes. “Listen, I know I was a bit of a dick but I like you despite our quarrels on set. It’s an eat dog eat dog world out there, baby.”

You scoff loudly, “Baby?”, a redness in your face.

Johnny walked around your trailer, looking at your room and decorations on the walls. “Never had anyone call you pet names huh, stud?”

You shake your head and follow behind him, “Forget that. Why the hell did you have a boner when you did a leg lock on me?”

His cocky smile suddenly falters as he turns around to meet your eyes, his face uneasy. “That’s what I came to chitchat about. I’d appreciate if you didn’t go around to gossip about that. It wouldn’t be good press.”

You laugh dryly, “So you didn’t come to explain yourself but rather save your ass?”

Johnny rolled his eyes, “I’m a star, I don’t need any bs like that getting out there you understand? Plus, do you honestly think I could have controlled what happened?”

You shake your head, “That’s not the point. You know how many accidental boners I’ve experienced while doing stunt work? There’s friction when doing stunts it happens, it nothing perverted, But all of the actors I’ve worked with have apologized, just out of decency.”

Johnny actually stayed quiet, pondering on what to say, “I’m…I apologize. You know, I don’t usually apologize— I’ve been so out of it today and you being around just messed with my focus.”

You approach him more, “You’re blaming me for not being able to perform a stunt? I was distracting you?” You say bitterly.

“I’m not blaming you. Only explaining. I- I didn’t want to do the stunt all the way because I knew the second I got you on that leg lock…you’d feel it.” He looks away, a hint of vulnerability for the first time all day.

You sit down on a chair, taking a deep breath, “It wasn’t the friction.” He continued, looking at you with a certain emotion that you couldn’t quite tell what it was.

“What-“

“It was you. Moment you walked on set.” He played with the rings on his fingers, a more serious look on his face.

There was a warmth that overtook your body, a shock. “But-“ you were cut off.

“Just let me get this out alright, G.I Joe? I know what it looks like; ‘Johnny Cage getting a boner over another guy’, it’s not ideal for my image. It’s not ideal for Hollywood if it got out that their poster boy for masculinity, heterosexuality and womanizing was…not necessarily that all along.” He swallowed deeply now, sitting down next to you and looking away.

“…I guess you’re more layered than I thought. A dick with shades of gray.” You say, trying to be somewhat lighthearted at the rather shocking truth.

Johnny chuckled softly playing with his hands, “I am a dick sometimes, that I don’t deny. But the truth is, most of what people see is a facade— As most publicity of actors in hollywood is. I was raised in to this industry to fit a certain mold and you do it long enough you sort of become that regardless…” he trailed off, now looking at you, “As corny as it is, I haven’t felt a more genuine attraction in years.”

You blush, taking a deep breath, “So, have you always liked guys? Or is this something…new?”

Johnny thinks deeply, “Always. I get with anyone really. I’m an actor, of course I’ve gotten with dudes.” He grins at you, a hopeful look in his eyes that urged you to elaborate on your own thoughts.

“I guess we finally found some type of common ground Hollywood, I’m pretty…fruity.” You cheese.

“You are..?” His brown eyes turned to a dark color suddenly, a sort of hungry expression in his face. “And you…fancy me also, right? I see it in your face…”

You take a deep breath, “Careful with the ego but yes.” You chuckle, “Think I was…quite mad that your little slip up on set didn’t turn me off.”

Suddenly you feel his hand on your knee, his thumb grazing over your pants, “Come on then stud…we both want it.” He says in a deep husky voice.

A shiver runs down you leg, “Isn’t it unprofessional to get involved with- with coworkers?”

He chuckles, “Oh sweetie, unprofessional is my middle name.”, he glided his hand up your thigh now, studying your every expression as he did.

“Good point…” you breathe faster, a warm feeling festering in your lower abdomen.

“Shhh…shhh.” He whispered, “Let me just…I’ve been harboring a boner all day because of you, we’re doing this…” he trailed off, his hand now reaches the button on your jeans undoing it.

“Wait I-“ you stand up in a slight panic, “There’s something I gotta say before we proceed…”

Johnny raised an eyebrow at you, confused and stands up with you, studying your face.

You start pacing around, “I’m trans. A trans guy. I just wanted to say something before we-“

Johnny chuckled softly, a relief on his face, “Sweetheart, I thought you were gonna tell me something horrific.” He touches his chest, “Don’t worry about it, stud.”

Your face turns amused, “Are- are you sure you know what I’m saying?”

Johnny approaches you now, rubbing the back of your neck with his warm hand, “You’re a trans man, I understand. But a man nonetheless.”

You grow goosebumps as he touches you, “That doesn’t bothe-“

“It doesn’t, This is Hollywood baby, you know how many different folks I’ve gotten down with? I got you.” He now made his hand trail down your chest, rubbing it passionately.

Your breath hitches and you become warm all over, his hand then trails down your abdomen to under pants, his hand reaching the waistline of your briefs. Pulling you close against his chest with his free hand, “Now, come here, be a good boy…” he kisses your lips for the first time firmly, all warm and wet.

You sync your lips with his and hum against his mouth, a groan leaving his throat the deeper he went. Sliding his hand in your briefs now, rubbing your crotch up and down making you moan against his mouth.

“Fuck…” you hiss, making a grin form on his lips.

Johnny then suddenly slips his hand out and starts undoing your pants, but before he pulls them down he looks in your eyes for approval. When he sees that you nod with a gulp he immediately pulls then down to your knees leaving you in your briefs, “Don’t worry, honey…” he whispers as he cups your jaw and kisses you on the cheek. He pulls back while gently guiding you to the couch, your back against it as he finishes pulling your pants off. There was a primal look in his eyes as he crawled between your legs and was on top of you, his chest laying against yours as he leaned in and kissed your neck desperately.

“Shit-“ your breath wavers, your skin hotter than the sun.

“Mmm- taste so good-“ you heard a groan leave the back of his throat, he then trailed his hands down to your hips and gripped them tightly. “You okay? You ready?” He looked in to your eyes for any hesitation— as cocky as he was you saw an undeniable softness in them now. A want to please, a want to do something for someone. The way his eyebrows quirked up slightly waiting for your answer, like a kid looking for some sort of validation. For someone to tell him yes and that he’s doing well. It made you reconsider everything you knew about him so far. Maybe he was just a man desperately trying to look for connection in an otherwise soulless industry that broke people. He wanted connection, he craved it— he wanted realness with someone.

You nod, rubbing his sides tenderly. He closed his eyes briefly at that, sighing deeply with a small smile on his lips. Then, he reached the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his shirt, immediately going to unbuckle his belt and his pants. At a point, you saw he was struggling to get them off, maybe it was nerves, maybe it was frustration, so you sat up sightly between his legs and reached up gently to his belt undoing it with ease. You later unbuttoned his pants as well, but giving him space to take off his pants on his own. Johnny stayed completely quiet when you did that small act for him, observing you with a want that grew tenfold but with a side of that softness he emitted no matter how hard he tried to hide it. Big brown eyes like chocolate itself.

You chuckle up at him, “What, Hollywood?”

The actor snapped out of it, shaking his head, sliding his pants down and throwing them to the floor with the other clothes. “God, I wanna fuck you.” He said bluntly, taking his boxers off now, his dick in full view and without any hesitation going back between your legs, touching the hem of your briefs with his fingertips and with a sudden halt.

“Johnny, it’s okay…” you look down at him with a shy yet flushed face.

Johnny nodded, a grin back on his face as he used both of his hands to slide your briefs off— your heart accelerating at how slow he was going. He finally slid them down your legs and immediately his vision went your throbbing pussy— like an inevitable reaction. The actor licked his lips as he positioned his thighs and hips accurately, leaning over you. He looked in to your eyes as you felt his burning cock hitting your inner thigh, teasing your entrance.

“Hnnngh-“ you groaned, almost desperate now as you moved your hips against him, a trickle of sweat down your temple.

Johnny let out a chuckle as he placed his finger below your chin to look at him, “I ain’t even in yet handsome…take a breather.”

“Don’t tell me what to do you ass.” You chuckle and playfully slap his shoulder.

Johnny smirked at your behavior, reaching down between his legs and grasping his length that was oozing with precum already. Positioned it at your core and carefully slid past your folds with his hips— carefully studying your face as he laid down over you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Ahh-“ you moaned softly, digging your fingers in to his lower back…trying to push him faster inside.

“Easy…easy….” He said with reassurance, his mouth agape as he finally made it all the way in making him grunt as he felt your walls clenching around his cock.

Johnny then took no time nuzzle in to your neck as he pulled his hips back slightly and then rammed in to you with no warning, making you let out an earth shattering groan against his ear. His arms locking around your waist tightly now as he held you against him like you were air itself and he’d die without it. There was a slight tremble to his body the more he rammed in to you.

“Jesus- fuck-“ your eyes grew a bit watery as you cursed, a coil already tightening in your lower abdomen while you tried to gain your breath.

“Oh- Wrong J name, baby-” He moaned with a bit humor beneath, peppering your neck and jawline with kisses as his buckling against your wet tight pussy became more frequent.

It was a cumulation of moans, groans, curses and senseless phrases between you both. You noticed his face was flushed, his cheeks pink as he pulled back a bit to study your face. “That feel good, sweetheart? That feel- Fuck-“ he whimpered, and it was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. “Answer…” he continued, with a stern tone now.

Your chest heaved faster as he picked up his speed, “y- yes, god- so good-“, your hands gripping his lower back more as he pushed in and out of you.

“You’re gonna take it like a good boy- mmm, sweetheart-“ He groaned as he grabbed your hips now more harshly, you could tell he was close as well the way he became more direct and possessive. A constant harsh rhythm was formed by his hips, his dick reaching in to the deepest depths inside as he hit your g spot over and over with no mercy. With no breaks or signs of stopping, you whined loudly and shook— feeling your height coming.

A the coil inside you soon snapped, making you whimper as you reached your climax— coming all around his swollen length. Johnny leaned in to your neck, moaning against it as he came right after you— his warm come filling you up to the brim.

“Fuck- fuckkkkk-“ he groaned as he bit down on your neck and then licked alongside your jaw.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you held him close as you tried to come down from the electricity that was currently running through you both. Johnny then reciprocated… sighing loudly, still inside you and wrapping his toned arms around your waist not caring how sticky and sweaty you both were against each other. He was content of sorts, a small smile playing on his lips, closing his eyes against your chest as he listened to your quick heart.

“You okay, Hollywood?” You rub his back tiredly.

Johnny chuckled lowly, “I feel like a million bucks, baby.” He leaned in and took a long sniff of your neck, “I love how smell-“

“That’s sweat, don’t patronize me-“ you laugh, your face red and full of embarrassment as you realized he hasn’t made any attempt of moving out of you.

“Oh shush— you have a musk. You might get me addicted, sweetheart.” He rubbed your sides now, his hair sticking in all directions.

You snort loudly now, rolling your eyes at his charming yet annoying behavior, “Okay fancy pants, can you pull out of me? I need to pee, I don’t want a UTI!”

His eyes widen at the realization and he carefully pulls out, “Oh- oh I apologize, stud. Next time I’ll remember-”, the actor says apologetically and stands up with a slight tiredness, carefully helping you up as you wince.

“You’re getting pegged next time that’s what.” You say humorously with a grin as you walked to the bathroom in your trailer and he walked behind you like a lost puppy.

“Oooh, challenge accepted, G.I Joe!”

[missmarveledsblog]

FLUMPY PART 4 ( JAKE SERESIN X READER)

SUMMARY: now at home while the guys navigate to looking after her in her recovery while she navigates  her feelings to her new friend and now roommate since he was staying in the spare room to begin  while also learning to  get used to her new temporary life  not being able to do much .  

warning : adding the roommate trope  to the list , the two get closer more flirty this chapter, we're getting there promise . mention of injuries , mutual pining , idiot in love  flirty tension.  little angst  but more of  goofy part to be honest . reader is in wheelchair after the accident but not permanently .

Once again the men left , some to get food while went, hangman and rooster wanted to stay it was new to see him like that and had her head reeling .

" so what weren't you telling me that little head thinking about " sarah asked .

" caught that huh" .

" caught the goo goo eyes at the tall blonde too" she winked .

" oh jake hang man i caught that too " maria simpson giggled .

" we've notice it even when she said she couldn't stand him" penny laughed .

" he beat up a dude twice for her ... dont tell your husband" nat gulp looking at maria .

" lips are seal wow how romantic" .

" yeah it was kinda bad ass .. don't tell hangman" she looked at y/n .

" wait he's the other one that requested leave to help her too" maria asked.

" does your husband tend to gossip like a high schooler this much" y/n asked shocked.

" only when it matters" she smirked .

" well i approve and i know your mom , tom , nick and carol would too" sarah smiled warmly .

"oh carol would be setting them up" penny nodded .

" oh honey whats wrong" they asked hearing a little cry .

" i miss them all so much" she sniffled starting to feel a little loopy too

. " they're here in spirit" penny kissed her head as sarah wiped her tears .

" i know but still" she cried harder.

" oh shit we broke her" nat joked. "Don't make me laugh it hurts" she sniffled .

" hey what's wrong darling" jake rushed to her side as the women shared smiles.

" i want my dead people back" she cried .

" what" rooster snorted .

" your mom, her mom , your dad and her husband " nat explained as they tried to not laugh.

" sorry it's not funny" sarah shook her head before they start laughing again .

" she get her meds" rooster asked.

" half an hour ago" penny wiped her eyes crying from laughing so much .

" explains it" jake smiled down helping her get comfortable .

" come on we let her settle,get coffee" nat herded them out the room including bradley.

" jake anyone ever tell you that your like a real life ken doll and g.i joe rolled into" she asked slightly dopey smile on her face.

" think you did couple times darling" he smirked .

" darling ugh i love that" she copied his accent .

" ok go sleep you" he laughed .

" so pretty i ever tell you , your pretty" she asked. " nope you did not unless pretty annoying counts" . " so pretty handsome pretty" she said dosing off . " think your beautiful darling" he whispered. "AWHH" he turned to see them all standing there . " not a word of this" he rolled his eyes.

Two week she was in hospital , she'd met the good samaritan charlie and his wife them giving her their number and address to keep in touch which she promised she would . Cops also visiting her taking her statement and let her know they caught the man who apparently was also drunk when he hit her only reason they knew was he crashed into a wall after a car chase that day and also was unharmed which she felt was like a kick in the gut since she was still in hospital and it was going to take at least ten more week of recovery also physiotherapy. But she was going home she sat as the beautiful nurse ruby went over after care as her dad , bradley and jake listened intently although the nurse gaze lingered on bradshaw the longest . when she finished she had her number over to the man incase he has more question .

" go roo" she cheered.

" you missy keep in touch too , i wasn't lying when i said you were my favourite patient although i will say my fellow nurses will miss the eye candy" she giggle as she hugged y/n .

" don't worry can't get rid of me but i will send some beach shots " she winked .

" sweetheart you little perv" jake laughed .

" hey what nurse ruby wants she gets after her excellent care" .

" don't be a stranger but also don't end up in here either" again her eyes lingered on rooster before she left.

" ok lets go push me i may be free but i'm not fully mobile yet" she cheered .

" you sure your in a rush darling we're riding in the bronco" jake asked.

" hey leave my baby along bagman" he gasped.

" it's not a bike but it will do" she sighed itching to get moving .

" i'm buying you a car any car you want princess" mav joked although she could sense the seriousness to it too .

" i guess these are only wheels i need for now huh" she looked down at the wheelchair.

" well then lets get rocking and rolling hot wheels" . " jesus christ bradley" the other two men hissed as her and roo laughed their ass off out the room .

Pulling up to her drive way was exciting , seeing the dagger squad standing a make shift sign in their hands along with penny and amelia. " hey where the ramp come from" her head tilted .

" bob got it , it's only temp one" rooster got out the car to get her only jake got their first.

" i gotcha" he smiled lifting her out of the car and into the chair.

hey look my new wheels" she said .

" oh your home finally" nat bounced towards her taking the chair from hangman and pushing her to the house.

" i mean i glad to be out of there but i think we might see a face around if someone grows a pair that is" she called back words targeted bradley.

" not only one who should grow a pair" he smirked at jake who glared at him . he was happy she didn't hear it or see how red his cheeks were.

The house was sparkling , looking around to see they cleaned it from top to bottom that was till her eyes stopped on the helmet that sat scratched , broken and in rough shape on coffee table .

" shit bob i told you hide that" .

" is it here?" she asked looking around at the pained faces.

" the garage when your ready" rooster crouched down to her level. " i wanna see it".

" no come on just enjoy being home pretty girl it can wait" .

" either someone brings me or i bring myself i wanna see it" she snapped .

" come on i wanna see it too" mav sighed.

" mav no she not.." .

" i got her" he said knowing she wasn't gonna give up . she was quiet as he wheeled her to the garage opening the door he but stopping turning to her.

" you sure?" and yet the words wouldn't come from her mouth so she nodded. He opened the door and closed it once they were inside he almost moved in slow motion walking over and pulling the sheet back . a gasp escaped her lips taking in the wreckage , lucky was an understatement as she looked at the completely destroyed machine. The way part hung off or the metal bent and scratched beyond repair but it in perspective of how close to never seeing her loved ones again. Her lip trembling and the sobs broke free , gut wrenching cries that made her dad snap out of his shock state and cover the bike before his arms wrapped around his daughter.

i got you sweet girl , daddy's got you" he repeated his own emotions getting best of him.

" get rid of it please daddy get rid of it" she hiccuped through the sobs that echoed through the room pleading like when she was little afraid of the monster in her closet or under the bed , she didn't care the other would hear them . " get rid of it" she begged.

" i will sweet girl lets get you into the house" he wiped his own face before the door that connected from house opened .

"i got her chair" rooster said not daring to look at the sheet it was evident on his face he was crying , they all were not a dry eye in the house when she looked around the room .

" i ruined the mood" she sniffled. " damn dust" rooster said swatting around them making her laugh only for the others to copy . " ok dustbusters lunch time" nat rolled her own teary eyes .

The mood restored as they ate food , she listened and laughed as they explained the trial and errors of setting her ramp up .

" cyclone said it was easy" bob held his hand up in defence .

" it was once we got the hang of it" fanboy fell over he was laughing so hard.

" wanna play on it later really test it out " .

" not in my chair you giants will break it"she yawned.

" she looks tired" nat face looked her over.

" med time too" bradley checked his watch.

" but i was having fun" she whined.

" we'll be back tomorrow hotstuff" nat winked.

" come on" jake lift her up and out of the room as she called good bye to others. " jesus in that much of a rush to get me to bed" she asked still waving at her friends leaving

. " know me too well sweet heart" he chuckled . she couldn't help miss her room and her bed but something was very different .

" why is there a baby monitor on my bed side table " her head tilt looking at the machine confused.

" chicken got them incase you need him during the night" .

" ooh that is clever.. Don't tell him i said that" she giggled.

" too late pretty girl wanna say it again only this time i can record it keep it with me for ever" he chuckled walking in pills in one hand and water bottle in the other .

" bagman do the honours i'm going to text ruby think i'm forgetting something" he said handing over them over .

" forgot my ass he misses the pretty nurse" jake handed her them as she laughed and groaned . " i miss being able to laugh with out pain" she pouted .

" they should help for now with that" jake smiled holding the bottle for her and she drank it back .

" can you sit with me til i sleep i kinda got use to it in the hospital" . " course i will sweetheart" .

He should of left an hour ago but yet he couldn't every little sound he was checking if she was ok .

" bagman the spare room is made up for you over" roosters voice called through the monitor.

" their not walkie talkies man , i'll head in now thanks.... Over" he chuckled giving her one more check before .

" goodnight darling" he whisper leaning down to kiss her head.

" awwhh cutie over" .

" creep" he shook his head walking out the door only to open door to spare room and rooster standing there.

" i figure you wanted them tonight , night lover boy" rooster patted his back heading to his own room .

" night bird brain " he rolled his eyes . " your good friend" he added closing the door . routinely he checked on her during the night from her to her injuries making sure the dressing were clean and she wasn't in pain then he went to sleep .

"Roo i need help" she whined sending him to his feet and into her room not caring he was in just his underwear.

" what's wrong , where hurts?" he began checking her over as she was completely taking off guard of half naked man in her room .

" where's roo" she asked forcing her eyes to his face .

" sleep what ya need, i can do it" he asked softly. " i need to pee" she whispered.

" i'll get rooster" he laughed heading out the room as it appeared both men decided to forgo clothes to be . wordlessly rooster lifted her half a sleep and to the toilet and back before some from of grunt and back to bed.

" oddly more efficient and less annoying half asleep" she giggled. " also why you here" she asked still trying to keep her eyes on his face although she did let them flicker .

" well i'm taking your spare room while you recover so get used to me being around" he shrugged trying to come off as confident but honestly he was a little nervous.

" he put the monitors in your room huh?" she asked seeing how nice her ceiling suddenly was .

" yeah i don't mind even if you snore like a hornet either" he teased .

" i do not snore like a super hornet , more like a kitten" she mused although her cheek felt on fire at possibility of her snoring in his ear though a monitor.

" no kitten don't shake the walls" he teased .

" that's clearly roo" she rolled her eyes .

" go sleep i'll wait til you are snoring" he wink loving the sound of her laugh or the little blush on her cheeks .

" no go before ROO's snoring keeps you awake night jake" she yawned. " night darling" he laughed heading to his temporary room .

" i ain't saying it man just pretend you didn't hear it , she enough on her problem without mine" she awoke to jake's voice as sun peaking in the curtains . it only felt like she closed her eyes and yet it was now morning .

" come on man just tell her she can help" .

" help with what why are you fighting this early" she groaned as they walked in fully clothed this time.

" jake needs help with something" rooster help her sit up although she wasn't fully awake and still groggy from her meds .

" it's nothing sweetheart ignore him" jake held the tray with her breakfast .

" ok you two are yelling and waking me up so tell me and give me real coffee" she yawned.

" he need a place to stay and won't ask" rooster spoke up .

" ok take spare room , coffee now" she grumbled .

"your using it anyways so just go with guys later to get your stuff while nat bathes me now bitches stop and coffee me " she said.

" told you" rooster stuck his time out. " coffee" she whined .

"shit sorry , you sure" he asked waiting til she drank it.

" yeah you'll be staying while i recover so why not just same as roo for rent and help towards bills and groceries" she said happier after her coffee.

" sorry for waking you pretty girl" bradley finally said. " nah its ok it's only ... 11 am what the hell" she wanted to rub her eyes but couldn't hole lack of mobility was killing her dramatic flare.

" thanks sweetheart" jake smiled. "Yeah next time don't be all bashful i maybe broken but i can still be useful ... can someone wipe my eyes" she asked sweetly.

she sat now cleaned on her bed at first the thought of being bathed at home well honestly was weird and yet funny as they wrapped the casts in plastic bags . " that was so good thank you feels nice to be clean and home" she sighed happily sitting on her bed as nat dried her hair.

" no problem although i didn't expect to come and find jake was moving in this morning you move quick"she laughed.

" not like that although he came into my room in just his boxer i think i died a little although so did roo not the same affect i mean think that cause he's my big brother in a way" she laughed.

" so half naked nurses " she giggled.

" i mean can't complain i don't think anyone would nat i could die with the hotness" she sighed dramatically.

" shh that's the front door" she laughed.

" new rule no shirts allowed" she yelled out . "your father is here perv" rooster yelled back.

" that's medication dad" she winced.

" i'll pretend i didn't hear it" he chuckled.

" do we take out shirts of or not" .

"keep your clothes on fanboy" the two girl burst into tear of laughter.

" hey was worth a shot" she snorted only for nat to hit the floor and guys rushing out.

" oh it's just phoenix" bradley said relieved .

" here let me help you up" mav held his hand out.

" love you too bradshaw" she snickered.

" what has gotten into you two" .

"we were watching magic mike" nat lied easily.

" got my own show of it last night" she whispered .

" i didn't heard that either" her dad walked out.

" what she say" .

" NOTHING" .

Monday came as she and bradley called their goodbye to jake eating their breakfast in her bed starting their morning at home . they watched countless hours of trash tv to the point they were taking score of the lie detector and paternity test result what was unexpected was how good rooster was at calling it .

" HAHA he fail i said it" she cheered .

" ok you won this times but i got the rest right pretty girl i know my trash tv".

" ok that's sad roo , this is sad" she looked at what they were doing .

" want to watch a movie or we could take you on a spin around the block .

" fresh air would be nice but i need to get dressed" she said sadly.

" and i've changed you drunk a lot in the past " he shrugged.

" i don't have a bra on" .

" i'll close my eyes pretty pst i got this" he smiled confidently.

He didn't have it not even close to it first he got it stuck before he put it on her head , then it got stuck on her arm which when he tried it hurt her so he had to look which was awkward as hell for both of them .

" we don't speak of it" she said as he wheeled her out the room .

" speak of what now" jake walked in the front door.

" i saw her boobs" bradley shuddered.

" that's not speaking of it and there not bad don't shake like that" .

" what me to show you mine make it even" he joked.

" no i seen them enough" she shuddered.

" see you did it too" he laughed.

" ok kids what are you doing" jake asked.

" oh walk around the block hot wheels here has cabin fever" bradley explained .

"scar face is right i can't take anymore paternity test and lie detectors" she pouted.

" you wanna take her i'll get lunch started" bradley asked .

" yeah sure i'm finished for day anyways" jake threw his bag down and took her chair.

" you can't cook , he gonna burn the house down" she yelled .

" i seen your boobies" he called making her shut up instantly.

" next time you play magic mike sweet heart give me heads up" jake teased .

" hard to magic mike it when you can barely move one arm and not move the other" she rolled her eyes.

Fresh air was so needed , seeing the birds in the sky or bees in the flower . even just feeling the slight breeze in her hair it was magical . little thing she missed being stuck at home or in the hospital . she missed work to itching to get back to being in the hanger, she loved her job and it suck not being about to do what she loved.

" what going on that pretty head of yours" jake asked instantly taking her attention funny she well not hated but didn't like him and now she looked forward to seeing him .

" pretty careful might think you don't hate me" she joked.

" never did wise ass" he laughed.

" fair anyways this all of it being out and enjoying the world instead of watching it out the window" she took as deep breathe letting it fill her lungs.

" you'll be running around in no time darling back to the hike least this time you won't ignore me" he chuckled.

" yeah i was an ass" she shook her head slightly guilty of her behaviour .

" nah i deserved it i was the ass" he said softer.

" we are both asses you can be left cheek and ill be right since it's my good side". " plus hard too ignore you ... being the account of you being so blonde i mean" she backtracked .

" hmm i don't think that's what you meant sweet heart do explain" he came closer she could feel his breathe on the back of her neck .

" i'm medicated don't let it go to your head bagman" she narrowed her eyes at him .

" nuh uh none of that i like my name coming from those pretty lips" he didn't know how it turned this way but he was enjoying the flirty tone.

" hey i'm broken you don't need to flirt cause you feel bad" she fake sniffled .

" ain't flirting cause your broken ..." .

" oh y/n your home bradley never said" an elderly woman came over to the two.

" hey mrs wilson i sure am" she smiled at her old neighbour .

" how are you doing dear" she gave a pity filled smile. " oh well intact sort of but i'm here" .

" who is this fine young man" she cooed batting her lashes.

" jake seresin ma'am nice to meet you" he shook her hand and y/n though the woman was melt on spot because she was same lately.

" jake actually new room mate naval aviator like roo not young though" she giggled . " but fine huh" he whispered in her ear making her gulp.

" oh she is very red maybe bring her in out of the sun" the woman worriedly checked her over.

" oh god kill me ... i mean i'm fine i'm fine" her voice went all pitchy only adding to the flush .

" best be going" jake held the laugh in .

" i'm medicated" she hissed.

" hey pretty girl med time come on" rooster called from their porch.

"oh kill me now."

PART 5

taglist : @harrysgothicbitch , @djs8891

[1980sactionfigures]

THANK YOU & A NOTE GOING FORWARD

Hello everyone,

I want to thank everyone who helped me get through a very trying financial situation. Thanks you to those who liked/reblogged my GoFundMe campaign, thank you to those who donated and thank you to everyone for just being you. I am hoping to use this breathing room to start putting things together so that I do not have to rely on the GFM so much anymore. Or at least for a while. Fingers crossed. But again, thank you, everyone.

With that said, I wanted to talk about this blog and its future, something I haven't been able to think much on recently. With few exceptions - the very early days, fundraisers and holidays - I've maintained a fairly strict "one post a day" routine showcasing Action Figures of the 1980s or closely tied to that decade. Six and a half years later and over 3,000 figures, I'm starting to run a bit low on new things to ad that adhere to the somewhat-strict guidelines I had set for the blog. I'm down to about 100-150 remaining viable figures out there to showcase...not even four months' worth. In regards to this, I've decided to change a few things up.

As you've seen with the last few days, I've begun to include things like playsets and carrying cases to the line-up. I have always kept things strictly to the figures (with sets and vehicles only included when they came with a figure), but I'm going to be expanding on that. Vehicles are on the way, as well.

I've done my best to keep the blog contained to the 1980s, with some stragglers from the '70s that might have still been on toy store shelves in the early years. I'm going to be expanding that a bit, and will be including pre-1980s figures as well (not that there's that terribly many) that I haven't already. I will also start including a few of the early 1990s lines that continued the general "feel" of the decade, prior to the hyper-stylization that overtook the industry circa 1995.

I believe it's time to lift my self-imposed embargo on the "Big Five" of the era (having always felt they got enough attention already), and will start including some Star Wars, G.I. Joe, Masters of the Universe, Transformers and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles into the mix.

My definition of "Action Figure" has always been somewhat flexible, having included a few bendies and stretch types here and there. I'm going to be bending it a bit more here and there if I feel it works for the blog, so more bendies, PVC figures, mini-figures and the like. Figures that aren't necessarily "poseable figures," that sort of thing.

While I've shied away from it in the past, saving it for seasonal specials or fundraising, I'm thinking of finding a way to incorporate more of the older posts from years ago. Perhaps a day of the week reserved for another look at every figure I've posted in a specific line. Just something I'm ruminating on.

I do not want to completely betray the spirit of this blog, so I will try my best to make these additions as seamless as possible.

Thank you all again for helping in my time of need and I hope to see you all here for years to come. - Madison

[askvectorprime]

Has a transformer ever wielded a spirit of vengeance, and become a ghost rider ?

Dear Spectral Spectator,

Now, that name rings a bell, but I can’t quite place it… how very vexing.

Wait, of course! I’m positive the Decepticon Onslaught once met a member of G.I. Joe who went by that alias. Let me check my Combat Command File… oh, bother. Most of the file appears to have been corrupted. I’ll have to travel back in time to recover it, but right now I can definitely see the codename starts with “Ghost-”.

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖Shortstop Wishes, Third Base Dreams

A Commander's Omega universe story

This was last year's Christmas fic for the C.O. 'verse. Takes place about a year before "Merry & Bright"

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Steve x Bucky

Tags: unplanned pregnancy, a/b/o, mpreg, omega Bucky, alpha Steve, holiday fic, kid fic, domestic fluff, anal sex

Summary: Two years after Steve and Bucky move their family to New England for Bucky's graduate studies, the Barnes clan comes to visit for the Christmas holidays, and it's typical and wonderful.

Steve blinks his eyes open in the early morning. A quick glance over to the bedside clock shows that it’s seven A.M. Between the cracks of the still-drawn shades, a faint morning glow is bleeding in. He blinks sleepily, then yawns and stretches. It’s the stretch that makes him notice that he’s alone in the bed. Bucky’s body isn’t there when he splays out his limbs, and there’s no warm spot to indicate he’s just gotten up to use the bathroom. Steve hums and fingers the crust from his eyes.

In the kitchen, Steve finds him by the sink in just his pajama pants, fiddling with something on the countertop. Steve can’t see what it is, but he gets one look at the duct tape, string, and the as-of-yet still unposed G.I. Joe, and frowns heavily at his husband’s back. “Bucky, NO.”

Bucky cackles without turning around. “Bucky, YES.”

Steve walks closer, grabbing Bucky’s hips and pulling him back against him. He nips Bucky’s neck, right over his bond scar, and rumbles in his ear, “Listen to your Alpha.” Bucky groans. “No waterboarding Elfie.” Steve kisses over where he’d nipped. “That’s an order.”

Bucky grumbles but he does drop a half-tied and taped-up Elfie down onto the countertop. “No fair, using your Voice on stupid shit like that,” he complains, though it’s weak.

Steve has already stepped away to turn on the coffee machine. “Language,” he chides. “And not traumatizing our children with enhanced interrogation isn’t stupid.”

“Hmph.” Bucky walks over to the pantry and pulls out the container of sprinkles that’d been Steve’s idea instead. “Sarah would’ve laughed.”

“You’ve got her way too desensitized for a four-year-old,” Steve agrees, as he gets a coffee mug and sets it in place. A quick glance out the window shows a fresh dusting on the neighborhood street. “It snowed,” he says.

“Mm.” Bucky is dumping rainbow sprinkles out onto the countertop and arranging Elfie like he’s been making snow angels in them. “There,” he says when he’s got it done.

“Just in time,” Steve mumbles into the steam of his coffee, as doors upstairs can be heard opening, and then little footsteps down the stairs. In a short moment, Becca’s sleepy face comes around the corner into the kitchen. “Hey Cupcake,” Steve greets.

“M’orning,” she says, rubbing her eyes sleepily, that is until she spots Elfie. “Oh!” She hurries over to look at it and shrieks in delight. “Look Papa!”

Steve laughs and goes over to let her show him what she’s discovered, while Bucky just smiles and rolls his eyes, and goes to grab Becca and Sarah’s favorite cereals from the pantry. Steve is the one who gets super-into Christmas with the girls. Bucky gets into it, a little. He was raised Jewish but, well, it was more like Judaism-light, and his dad had always appreciated a nicely-decorated Christmas tree. The holidays that they celebrate at the Rogers-Barnes household aren’t exactly the religious sort. Both Bucky and Steve are kind of put-off from religiosity these days; a lingering side-effect from their years in Gilead. Santa and stockings and pretty lights and (non-waterboarded) elves are about the extent of their celebrations, which is fine.

It certainly suits the girls. Bucky preemptively pours the cereal as Sarah trails into the kitchen and takes everything in. Bucky doesn’t fail to notice how she spots the discarded GI Joe, then shoots him a knowing look. Bucky bites his lip and waits to see what she’ll do, but she just listens to Becca’s excitement and gets into the spirit of things without saying a word. Bucky breathes a sigh of relief. He’s had a sneaking suspicion about Sarah’s belief this holiday season, but she hasn’t said anything yet and Bucky honestly doesn’t think he can break it to Steve.

By the counter, the girls and Steve are looking at Elfie and eating some of the sprinkles, and Bucky’s heart warms at the sight of how fucking wonderful his life has gotten. He’s got a gorgeous, kind husband who loves him and supports his ambitions, and who just wants to make their two adorable daughters smile and laugh and not adopt horrible Boston accents. Fuck, Bucky thinks. He is so fucking happy. His thoughts veer off then as he thinks of what else they might—probably definitely—have to be happy about. He glances down to his stomach and fights not to let his hand drift there. Steve and he haven’t been trying, per say, but with Bucky’s graduate studies coming to a close, birth control just hasn’t been the priority it once was. Bucky had forgotten to pick up his pill pack the week of midterms. That’d been two months ago, and once Bucky had noticed the symptoms and gotten his ass in gear to take a test, well… by then the holidays had been in full-swing and honestly? Bucky just wasn’t as horrified by a double pink line as he might once have been.

Steve’s the one who wants a baker’s dozen. Bucky hasn’t told him that he’s kind of coming around to the idea…

“Buck?”

Bucky’s eyes snap up, wide. “What?”

Steve is smiling, Sarah hoisted up on his hip and Becca pulling at his leg to get picked up too. “You gonna come with us to the mall today?” he asks.

Bucky huffs but nods, making the girls cheer and Becca start up a chant of ‘Santa, Santa!’ Steve’s been wanting to get the girls’ photo taken on the lap of the mall Santa, Bucky knows. He doesn’t understand though. Mall Santas are just gross. He huffs again and pushes the girls towards the breakfast bar. “Eat,” he tells them, shooting Steve an exasperated look.

“Don’t look at me like that. This is family time. It’ll be fun.” Bucky makes a noise that says he seriously doubts that, but he heads off to go get dressed anyway. Steve calls out, “Wear your ugly Christmas sweater!” Bucky gives him the finger over his shoulder without looking back.

Bucky does wind up putting his ugly sweater on, but only because he loves Steve and he really kind of wants to see Steve in his, too. So the two of them look like a couple of matching weirdos and Sarah and Becca are, in Bucky’s opinion, adorable in their Christmas dresses. Steve had told them they could get dressed up fancy for their picture with Santa. Becca’s got her patent leather “clacky” shoes on, and Sarah’s wearing her white sparkly cowgirl boots.

They take Bucky’s jeep because it has four-wheel drive and the streets are an icy mess after last night’s snow. The mall is just as awful as Bucky knew it would be. Parking alone is a nightmare, and once they get in through the doors, Bucky is gripping Steve’s hand tightly. “This is insane,” he mumbles.

Steve just laughs through his wince (Bucky’s gripping him with his metal hand) and teases, “Where’s your holiday spirit?”

“I left it in the car.”

He leans over and pecks a kiss to Bucky’s hair. “Don’t you want to get your picture taken with Santa?” he jokes.

“Baby, the only man whose lap I want to sit on is yours.” He says it mildly enough, but Steve still squawks like he’s shouted at the top of his lungs that Santa isn’t real.

“Bucky!”

Bucky cackles and steps out of reach of Steve’s swipe. “What? It’s true.” He glances up to where the girls are looking around at all of the mall displays with excitement. “They’re not even listening.”

There is a blush that’s rapidly making its way past the neckline of Steve’s ugly sweater, and it is glorious. “Still…”

They round the corner, and the mall’s central atrium comes into view.

“Santa!”

Bucky’s mouth may gape a little at the size of the line. “Fuck, no,” he says. “Steve, NO.”

“PapaPapaPapa!” Four little hands are tugging and tugging at Steve’s sleeve. “Come on!”

Steve shoots an apologetic look to Bucky that tells Bucky he really doesn’t mind. “How long do you think?” he asks. “Hour and a half?”

“Three,” Bucky says, deadpan. “Maybe more.”

Even Steve looks a little sick at that, but he quickly puts on a brave face. “We can do it.”

“Stevie…” Bucky looks at the line again. He can’t even see the beginning of it. It’s a mass of humanity the likes of which he hasn’t seen anything close to since they moved from New York. “I didn’t know there were this many people in Massachusetts,” he says.

“It is two days before Christmas,” Steve says.

“Yeah.”

“Here,” Steve says, and he’s reaching out to hand Bucky his wallet. “There’re like six gift cards in there. Go and find a few more presents for your family.”

Bucky’s heart leaps. He looks up from the wallet to Steve’s face. “Really?”

Steve smiles and Bucky falls in love with him all over again. Steve is sacrificing himself, for Bucky. His hero. “Yeah,” Steve says. “We all know you’re a grinch anyway. Santa won’t want to see you.”

“Yeah,” Becca chirps up. “Santa won’t like you, Daddy.”

Bucky snorts. He looks at Steve again and checks, “You sure?”

“Go on. I’ve got this.”

Bucky fishes out the gift cards, sees that they’re all for places like The Gap and Old Navy, and stuffs them in his back pocket. “Thanks babe, you’re the best!” He doesn’t even glance back as he heads off. Shopping for women’s clothing has never sounded so appealing.

—

Bucky winds up finding something for each of his sisters, something for his mother and even something that he thinks might be a suitable gift for Trudy’s husband. He juggles the bags as he makes his way towards the food court where Steve had texted they’d be. He’s thinking about what a full house it’s going to be once his family arrives, mentally trying to piece together what weird sleeping situation shuffle they’re going to do to make nine people fit into their three bedroom house, when Steve and the girls come into sight, and Bucky instantly knows something is wrong. Steve is sitting at one of the food court’s tables looking like his metaphorical puppy has died. Sarah and Becca are in the playplace nearby. Bucky winces at the sight of their bare hands and feet scampering around the foam and plastic enclosure. “You bring any Lysol?” he asks Steve as he comes into earshot, dumps his bags and takes a seat across from him.

Steve gives a half-hearted smile. He’s fiddling with a candy cane pencil and piece of red and green stationary. “Writing my letter to Santa,” he says.

Bucky grabs one of the girls’ abandoned nuggets from their lunches and pops it into his mouth. “You don’t have much of a list going there,” he comments. He points to the paper that’s got Becca’s messy scrawl on it. “Becs knows what she wants.” Steve’s lips twitch up, but it is so damn sad, and Bucky frowns at his husband. “Babe, what’s wrong?”

Steve shrugs. “Sarah told me she knows Santa Claus isn’t real.” His voice is so small as he says it, and Bucky’s heart sinks.

“Oh, babe…”

“I thought it was just the mall Santa at first, you know?”

Bucky snorts. “I mean did you see him? This one was pretty bad.”

“I reminded her how they’re just Santa’s helpers,” Steve says. “But she got this firm little look on her face, yanked on my hand and told me to ‘just stop it’.” He looks up at Bucky, looking heartbroken. “It was like she was angry, but sad too.”

“She probably was,” Bucky says helplessly.

“I made her promise not to tell Becca.”

“That’s good.”

Steve thunks his head down into his hands. “I can’t believe this Buck. She’s only four years old. Four!” He sounds horrified as he says it. “It’s too young. She’s just too young.”

“Jesus Steve, she’s lost her belief in Santa, not her virginity.” That’s definitely not the right thing to say, as when Steve picks his head back up it’s to shoot him the dirtiest glare he’s ever gotten. “Sorry, sorry,” Bucky immediately apologizes. “But you’re acting like this is the end of the world.” Bucky gestures over to where the girls are playing in the most likely MRSA-contaminated playplace. “She promised she wouldn’t tell Becs, so what’s the big deal?”

Steve sighs. “I don’t know. I guess I just wanted a few more years of magic for her. Four is too young.” He glares at Bucky again, as if daring him to disagree. When he doesn’t say a word Steve adds, “Some kid at school told her. Can you believe that?”

Honestly, Bucky kind of can, but he’s just struck by how murderous Steve looks while he’s saying it, as if he’d like to waterboard Sarah’s entire preschool class to find the culprit. It makes him laugh. At Steve’s incensed reaction Bucky just soothes, “Hey, hey. I know you’re disappointed, but she doesn’t seem upset now, does she?”

Steve shakes his head reluctantly. “No. Once I admitted she was right, she seemed relieved.”

“Well there you go,” Bucky says. “She’s fine. And you’ve still got Becca.” Becca’s older than Sarah, almost six now, but she’s developmentally delayed and even if she weren’t, both Bucky and his husband know her personality is more conducive to believing in the magic. “You’ll have her for years,” he says. Steve makes some grumpy sound, scribbling dejectedly on the Letter to Santa paper that was supposed to be Sarah’s. It makes Bucky sad, so he gets up and rounds the table to sit next to Steve. Gently, he takes the pencil from his fingers. “Mind if I write a letter to the fat man?” he asks. Steve gives him a wry look but he lets Bucky take the paper. He wraps his arm around him. “There you go,” Bucky says. “No more moping, now.”

“Sorry.”

“Mm.” Bucky nuzzles his face into Steve’s neck and enjoys the way that Steve’s scent lightens. “How old were you when you stopped believing?” he asks him.

“…Twelve.”

Bucky busts out laughing, unable to feel bad about his reaction even when Steve scowls and pinches him. “Aw,” he says when he’s calming down and only chuckling a little. “Babe, you’re so cute.”

“Ugh.”

Bucky kisses his cheek in apology. “Wanna know how long I believed?”

“You’re a Jewish grinch,” he says grumpily. “Never, I’m sure.”

“Oh I believed,” Bucky tells him. “Till I was like, five or six I think. Then Clair let it slip that Dad was Santa and that was that.”

Steve scowls. “Well at least you made it to five. Sarah’s four.” He nods to some stranger’s toddler who’s playing in the playplace as well. “He’s three. He probably just figured it out.”

Bucky snorts and hugs his husband. “You’re such a baby,” he teases.

“Hmph.”

Bucky kisses him, once, twice, until Steve kisses back. Bucky pulls back and looks him in the eye. “No hope for future generations, then?” he asks fondly.

“Definitely not. Babies probably come out of the womb not believing, now.”

Bucky is half-contemplating leaning in to whisper something witty in Steve’s ear about that, but his phone goes off and he’s interrupted. He takes the call and smiles as he greets, “Hey Mom, you guys still leaving today or you gonna push it to tomorrow with this weather?”

The next day is Christmas Eve. Steve spends the day doing Christmassy-things with the girls (and trying, in Bucky’s opinion, to be a very good sport about Sarah’s newly-revealed non-belief). They make cookies for Santa and wrap up the things Bucky had bought for his family at the mall. Steve does some sort of art project with them at the kitchen table that results in a lot of stray glitter and a few very ugly Christmas ornaments.

“Looks great, sweetie!” Bucky praises, as he struggles to successfully remove the turkey he’s made from the oven, without burning himself. It’s a near thing, and he scowls back at Steve once he’s straightened up. “Little help here?” he snaps. “I’ve got about twelve things cooking here!” Bucky’s entered full-bitch cooking mode and Steve takes note and is coming over to apologize and ask what he can do, but then the doorbell rings and the girls are abandoning their ugly ornaments to run screaming towards the front door.

“Grandma!!!”

Steve kisses Bucky on the shell of his ear and tells him he’s sorry for not helping and “don’t be grumpy.” He pulls Bucky’s oven mitts off and smacks him on the butt with them to get him walking in the direction of the front door. “Go say hello to your family,” he says. “I’ll take care of this and be there in a sec.”

It’s been snowing again all that day, so when Bucky gets the door open he’s immediately faced with a gust of cold, snowy air and his mother, short and warm and hugging him in that all-encompassing way that only mothers can really do. Winnie envelopes him, her puffy coat scratching his face and her perfume smelling like home. Before he can get a word out she says, “Five and a half hours in a car with your sister, James. Almost six. It’s not okay.”

Bucky laughs and pulls her into the house, not even knowing which sibling she’s talking about. Probably Becca.

For the next ten minutes, the front hall is a flurry of people, coats and gift boxes being shuffled around. Becca and Sarah are loud as they try to drag their grandmother and aunts to see their rooms, toys and latest school projects. Trudy and her husband manage to avoid the tour and settle into the living room, leaving Bucky and Steve a moment alone in the hall. Bucky allows himself to be pulled back against Steve’s chest, who whispers in his ear, “S’nice, isn’t it?”

“Hm?” Bucky asks lazily, letting his eyes close as he leans back. “What?”

“The smell of food, Christmas music on the radio, fire going, too many people.” Steve inhales deeply. “It’s nice.”

Bucky arches an eyebrow where Steve can’t see. “Yeah,” he says, leaning back against him. “It is.” He’s thinking about where Steve’s arms are wrapped around his middle. “You like having a full house, huh?” he asks, feeling warm.

“Yeah. It was always just me and my mom when I was growing up.” Steve squeezes him. “She was great, but I always wanted a bigger family.”

“Hmm.” Bucky wiggles, pleased, in his hold. “You want a baseball team’s-worth?”

“Mm, you know I do,” Steve rumbles, dipping down to kiss behind his ear. “It makes the alone time more special. Speaking of, you think I’ll be able to snag you tonight? Try for our third baseman?”

Bucky laughs. “We’ll see.” He pulls away when the sound of everyone coming back up from the basement gets nearer. He tells Steve to go set the table for dinner, not turning around to issue the order because he’s afraid of giving anything away on his face.

—

“Oh what a beautiful tree,” Winnie says as Steve leads them into the dining room. “Oh and such nice paper ornaments. Becca, Sarah, did you make those?”

“Yes!”

“Well that’s lovely.”

“We made cookies for Santa too! You can have one, if you want,” Becca offers.

Steve goes back and forth between the kitchen and dining room with the dishes that Bucky hands him, Winnie and the others seating themselves at the table. “After dinner you can show Grandma what Elfie got up to last night,” Steve says, placing the container of macaroni onto the table. He glances to Sarah as he says it, and sees how she doesn’t believe it’s real, as Becca squeals about the elf.

“Where’s your menorah set out?” Winnie asks.

Steve freezes. “Oh.” Crap. He looks apologetically at Winnie. “You know, it broke during the move. We haven’t gotten around to replacing it yet.”

Winnie frowns heavily. “Yet?” she says. “You’ve been here for two years.”

“Well…” Steve shrugs apologetically.

“Well Bucky’s traditions just aren’t as important in this household as yours are. But I suppose that’s typical in A-O couples,” Winnie says, and it’s quiet and quick but it’s the meanest thing she’s ever said to Steve and Steve is just left staring at her, flabbergasted. Before he can respond with anything, Bucky’s coming into the room with the turkey on its platter and everyone’s clapping over it, and the moment is over.

Bucky corners Becca in the dark upstairs hallway after dinner, just as she’s coming out of the bathroom. “Christ on a stick Bucky!” she says, lowering her voice to a hiss towards the end. “Warn a girl, fuck.”

Bucky’s lips twitch at her cursing and he wonders how long it’ll take before Steve is calling Becca out on her foul mouth as well. “Sorry,” he says. “Had to get you alone.”

“If you’re planning on asking me why mom is being so weird to Steve, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“What?” Bucky frowns. “No. What? Weird to Steve?” He shakes his head and pushes that away. “No, it’s about the thing. The, you know: the thing…”

Suddenly, Becca is smirking. “Yeah. Sure thing, Mommy.” She winks.

Bucky hisses and he grabs her by the arm, yanking her closer to the bathroom door. “SHHH!” he hisses, glaring.

Becca rolls her eyes. “Calm down. Don’t be so hormonal.”

It’s times like these that make Bucky wish he wasn’t a full-grown man, that they were both still a couple of punk kids so he could smack her upside the head. “Did you get it or not?”

Becca goes into the guest bedroom where her suitcase is. She emerges, plastic pharmacy bag in hand. “I don’t get why you need one of these, if you already know you’re—ow!”

“Be quiet!”

“Nobody’s listening!”

Bucky yanks the plastic bag out of her hands and glances down to see the Clearblue box inside. “I told you,” he says, “this is just for show. I threw the other one away. M’not gonna keep a peed-on stick in my house for weeks. Gross.”

“Sure, whatever. Good luck in there,” she says, giving him a salute. “We’re all counting on you to save the human race, you know.”

Bucky just shoos her away, shuts himself up in the upstairs bathroom, and proceeds to take a pregnancy test that he already knows will turn up positive.

“So does that mean you’re moving back to New York next year?”

“What? But there are so many opportunities for Bucky here,” Winnie says. “Why would they move?”

Steve is sitting on the couch across from Trudy, her husband—Dennis, and Winnie. Clair is on the floor letting Becca and Sarah tell her how to correctly play with their Frozen dolls, and Steve has no idea where Bucky or Becca Sr. have disappeared to. It’s Dennis who’s asked him the question. “Um,” he hedges, trying hard to ignore the weird way that Winnie’s been staring at him off and on since dinner. “Well yeah. We’ve always thought we’d go back eventually. You guys live there.”

“Bucky’s school is here,” Winnie says pointedly.

“…Yeah, and he’ll be graduating soon. And I’m going to start back with Shield. They’re headquartered in Manhattan.”

“So you expect him to just drop everything and move back for your job?” Winnie says. “You haven’t worked in years and suddenly he’s got to go back to being your housewife?”

“What?” Steve frowns heavily. “I didn’t say anything about that. If Bucky wants to work, he can work.”

“‘If’?”

“Yeah, if. We haven’t discussed it in so much detail yet. We’ll do what’s right for our family.”

Winnie gets all tight-lipped and doesn’t say anything after that, and Steve feels very uncomfortable and confused. He wonders if this is what having a mother in law usually feels like. Winnifred Barnes has always been very accepting of his and Bucky’s relationship, so he’s not exactly sure why she’s acting so off. “…Does anybody want some eggnog? I think Bucky made some.”

“Oh he did that too, hm?” Winnie says, and Steve turns to look at her. “But he did all the cooking too, didn’t he?”

“Um, yeah.”

“Hm.”

She doesn’t say anything more and Steve is left to confusedly shuffle into the kitchen and get the eggnog out of the fridge. That’s when Bucky appears. “Hey,” Steve says, pecking him on the cheek. Bucky tries to make the kiss last longer but Steve pulls away. “Your mom’s being weird,” he tells him.

“Weird?”

“Yeah. I dunno. She seems mad or something.”

“Or something,” Becca says as she walks into the room and takes the pitcher from Steve. She proceeds to pour herself a glass. When she’s sipped it and is peering over the rim at them, she tells Bucky, “She read your book.”

“…Oh.”

“Fuck.”

Becca hums into her cup and turns for the living room. “Yeah. But you didn’t hear it from me.”

When Steve and Bucky are alone again they stare at each other, dreadful. “I thought you said she wasn’t going to read it?” Steve says, and it’s like he’s accusing Bucky. “You said you told her not to.”

“I said I’d prefer it if she didn’t,” Bucky corrects. “I told her it had awkward stuff in it she wouldn’t want to read.”

Steve huffs. “Yeah, awkward, sure. Stuff like rape and torture. Me owning you.” He hisses it, but it still sounds loud and Bucky winces as he shushes him.

“It was an exposé, Steve. It was supposed to, you know, expose stuff. The book made it clear that you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Then why has your mom been staring at me like I’m a commander all evening?”

“She has not.”

“Yeah?” Steve picks up the pitcher of eggnog and gestures for Bucky to grab the tray of glasses. “Well come on and see.”

In the living room they all sit together and chat over the background noise of one holiday movie, then another, the girls playing with at least one of Bucky’s sisters at all times. Winnie is still distant but she tones it down with Bucky in the room, which unnerves Steve. Bucky cuddles against him reassuringly and refills his eggnog cup whenever he wants, not exactly oblivious to the looks his mother shoots him whenever he does.

“Okay! I think it’s about time for bed,” Steve says, standing up and looking at the girls, who are quick to whine in protest. “None of that,” he says. “Santa won’t come if you aren’t asleep.”

“Santa doesn’t care if you’re awake,” Sarah points out, a clear look aimed at Steve.

Steve gulps, not knowing what to say.

“That’s cause we’re grownups,” Bucky says. “Now go on and head upstairs. Auntie Becca is going to help you get ready for bed.”

“Is she sleeping in our room?” Becca asks.

“Yep.”

“Yay!” Becca hurries and grabs her aunt’s hand and pulls her from the room, toward the stairs. Sarah follows after a beat and Steve watches as Bucky follows close behind.

Steve goes to the edge of the room and peeks around the doorway. Becca’s feet are disappearing at the top of the stairs but Bucky has pulled Sarah aside at the bottom landing. “Hey Pumpkin, hang on a sec,” he’s saying quietly. Sarah turns in his arms and Steve bites his lip as he watches his husband give their daughter a talk about not believing in Santa anymore. “I know it’s sad, cause it doesn’t seem magical anymore, right?” he’s saying. Sarah nods her little head and Bucky gives her a hug. When he pulls back he says, “But see that’s not true. It gets more magical once you know, because then you get to be a part of it. You get to be one of Santa’s helpers.” He makes finger quotes around the words, which makes Sarah giggle. Steve smiles and leans his cheek against the doorframe as he continues to watch. Bucky’s petting Sarah’s face. “You want to be a helper, don’t you?”

“Like the mall Santas?”

“Yeah.”

“But Daddy, you always say they’re gross and perferts.”

Steve tries to keep his laughter silent as Bucky corrects, “It’s perverts, sweetie, and um, well you’ll definitely be a much better helper than them. Do you want to help make Elfie do something extra silly for Christmas morning?”

Sarah’s eyes get about as wide as saucers and she nods rapidly. “Yes, yes!”

Bucky laughs and gives her a hug. “Okay sweetie. Come on, let’s get you up to bed and we can brainstorm while Aunt Becca distracts Becs, okay?”

“Okay!”

Steve watches Bucky take their daughter upstairs with a smile. When he turns back around to face the family room, he’s taken aback by how close Winnie is standing to him. She’s got a frown set into her features. “That girl is four years old, Steven,” she says.

Steve frowns. “I’m aware, Winnifred.”

“How does she know Santa isn’t real?” Winnie says. “Did you tell her?”

“What?!” Steve scowls, he can’t help it. “Of course not! I’m the biggest Christmas nut there is. She figured it out on her own.”

Winnie ‘hmphs’ and crosses her arms, and Clair, who’s finished putting away all of the girls’ toys, tells her to chill. “You’re looking for a fight, mom.”

“I am not!”

Steve huffs and goes to refill his eggnog glass. For once, he’s finally seeing why people might want to get boozy over the holidays. “If you don’t tell me what you want to say right now, Winnie,” Steve warns, “Then I’m bringing it up when Bucky’s in the room.”

Winnie gets stiff and she looks over at Steve, taken aback. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Well I never.”

“Ugh,” Trudy huffs, and she’s throwing her hand up in the air as she reveals, “She’s been in a bad mood ever since she read Bucky’s book on the ride up here.”

“Trudy,” Winnie hisses, but when she looks back to Steve it’s with a tad bit less haughtiness. “Well it was a long drive.”

“What does that have to do with me?” Steve asks, though he can already guess. The book had made it clear Steve helped Bucky, but it hadn’t gone into detail about Steve’s specific role in the regime. A lot of room was left for speculation.

“He went through so much,” Winnie says, looking dejected. “I didn’t know it was… how bad it really was. Everyone treated him so horribly!”

Steve raises an eyebrow. “So you suddenly have a problem with me? Winnie, you’ve always been supportive of us. You know I love Bucky. You know I’d never do anything to hurt him.”

Winnie purses her lips and looks down. “I… well I’d never gotten that clear of a picture of it all from him, Steven,” she says. “That book just had so many…” she sighs. “So many awful details.”

“That’s why he told you not to read it, mom,” Trudy says, exasperated. “Did you think it was going to be all sunshine and rainbows?”

“No Trudy. I just think that Steven should have—”

“Look,” Steve says, and he’s stepped forward to place his hand on Winnie’s shoulder. She’s taken aback, but she doesn’t tense or pull away when Steve makes it clear he’s going to bring her in for a hug. They hug, and she’s tiny in his arms. Steve thinks that Bucky’s dad must’ve been a big guy, because he certainly doesn’t get his size from his mother. “I have never, and I will never, hurt him,” Steve says firmly. “He’s my whole world. Don’t ever think I won’t treat him right.”

When Winnie pulls back she sniffles and nods. “Oh Steven, I’m sorry. I was terse with you.”

“You were.”

She shakes her head. “I suppose I took it out on you. I’m sorry that’s just not like me.”

Trudy snorts but doesn’t say anything.

“S’fine,” Steve says. “If you need to ask me, or him, anything about it, you know we’ll talk to you.”

Winnie gives a wince, which Steve doesn’t know whether he should take personally or not, but before he can decide she’s shaking her head. “No no. I’m fine. It’s fine.”

Steve’s lips part to say something but then Bucky’s coming back into the room. “Becca’s going to make sure they stay put for the rest of the night,” he announces cheerfully. “So we can get this party started!” Winnie smiles a little and goes off to plant herself on the couch next to Dennis, and Steve accepts the hug Bucky gives him. “Everything good down here?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Steve says. “I saw you give Sarah that little pep talk out there. For someone who’s such a scrooge, that was quite the Hallmark moment.”

Bucky blushes and scrubs his face into Steve’s shoulder. “Steeeve,”

“Naw babe.” Steve kisses him on top of his head and gives him a squeeze. “You are the sweetest, most perfect father on the planet, you know that?”

Bucky lifts his head and hums. His eyes are full of delight, despite the embarrassed pinch of his mouth. “Husband too?”

Steve smiles and kisses him, this time with a tad bit of tongue because he knows that’ll make Bucky squeak with his mother right there in the room. “Husband too,” he purrs into Bucky’s ear when he pulls back. He puts his hand on the small of Bucky’s back and guides him to sit on the couch.

They turn up the music a few notches and everyone gets another glass of eggnog, then Bucky puts Steve’s Santa hat on him and announces that “It’s present-wrapping time!”

“I’m like Steve,” Becca says from her spot on the floor. “I stayed the course. Till I was… what mom: fourteen?”

Bucky scoffs and Winnie has to finish swallowing her sip of eggnog before she can giggle and correct, “Not quite, dear. I think that last year you were just holding on for the sake of it.”

Becca shrugs and looks back to Steve. “Thirteen, then.”

Bucky claps Steve on the shoulder as he passes with yet another just-wrapped present. “See sweetie, you’re not the only weird one.”

Becca tries to pinch Bucky’s calf, but she’s drunk like everyone else and she just winds up tipping over with a giggle. “Oops!”

Everyone laughs, and then when Steve, Bucky and Clair each take another present to wrap up, Winnie says, “I remember when Clair first knew. She came home from school, crying. You remember that honey?”

Clair smiles softly. “Yeah.”

Winnie nods. “She was nine. I was glad to have gotten her that far, I suppose.”

Next to Bucky, Steve sighs, and when Bucky looks over he sees that Steve’s dipped his head, the ball on his Santa hat fallen forward dejectedly. Bucky leans over and bumps their shoulders together. “Hey. Don’t be sad,” he says. “She was really happy once I framed it from the Santa’s helper point of view.”

“Studies are actually showing that kids are believing less and less now,” Dennis says. He’s sitting on the couch with Winnie, more focused on the chex mix and drinks than the present wrapping that Bucky’s sisters are helping with. “I read an article about it. Kids are like, way more likely to stop believing by the first grade. Or something like that.” He shrugs. “What’re ya gonna do?”

“Well Bucky must’ve started that trend,” Trudy drawls. “He’s the worst of them all. I don’t know if he ever really believed in Santa.”

“I did!” Bucky says, faux-indignant.

“Buck, you stopped before I did.”

“Because of Clair’s big mouth!” Bucky huffs and grabs up another present—this one a fairy-garden kit for Becca. He starts wrapping it in some of the blue dreidel paper. “Besides,” he says, looking pointedly over at Steve in his dorky sweater and Santa hat, “Santa’s gotten a lot hotter looking than I remember from when we were kids.”

“Ew.”

Becca makes a fake gagging sound and throws a bow at Bucky’s head, missing by a mile.

“What?!” Bucky laughs. “I’m just saying…” he meets Steve’s eyes. “I might start believing again.”

It’s way past midnight by the time everyone has gone to bed, leaving just Bucky and Steve in the living room to clean up. Bucky sighs and stands with the garbage bag of stray ribbon and wrapping paper scraps. Steve hums and gets the bowl of eggnog dregs to pour down the kitchen sink, while Bucky throws the trash away. “You very drunk?” he asks his husband.

“Mm, a little.”

Bucky snorts, then goes back to the living room doorway. “Should we leave the lights on?” he wonders aloud as he’s looking at the tree. Steve comes up to stand at his back.

“Yeah. They’ll be up in a couple of hours anyways. It’ll still be dark. They’ll like it.”

Bucky groans and takes Steve’s hand, pulling him toward the stairs. “Couple hours. Jesus. I can’t wait till Becs figures it out,” he complains. “Then we might actually get a decent night’s sleep.” Steve shushes him and pulls him into their bedroom, telling him he doesn’t mean that. Bucky makes a ‘Psh’ noise and says, “Of course I mean it. I’m the grouchy Jew Grinch, remember?—Ah!”

Steve’s grabbed Bucky from behind, growling playfully and hugging him against his body. Bucky laughs and tries to pull away, but he can’t. Steve just holds him tightly and nips at his neck. “I thought you said you were going to believe again?” he says. “Something about a hot Santa?”

Bucky stills, remembering. “Hm, yeah.” He twists in Steve’s arms until they’re face to face, and he smiles at the picture Steve paints with the fluffy white trim of the Santa’s hat over his blond hair, its puffball dangling to the side. “Yeah,” Bucky says again, this time quietly. “You’re pretty hot. Could be Mr. December on a sexy calendar.”

Steve chuckles and looks at him with dark, turned-on eyes. “I think I’d need a little less clothing for that,” he says.

“Yeah.” Bucky steps back, out of Steve’s reach before Steve can reach him. He pulls his own sweater over his head and lets it land somewhere on the floor. Steve’s scent gets smokier as he watches him undress and he steps forward as if he’ll try and touch him. But Bucky shakes his head and moves away. “Naw. I want to see it, now.”

Steve huffs. “See what?”

“You, naked.” Bucky smirks and grabs up the remote that controls their bedroom’s gas fireplace. He turns it on. “And posed in front of the fire. Mr. December.”

Steve snorts but he does start undressing, willing to indulge Bucky. He gets out of his pants and pulls his sweater off, then removes his socks and underwear too. Bucky watches, eyes hungry, as Steve is bared to him. Once he’s standing there fully naked, Steve steps back to stand in front of their fireplace. “How do you want me?” he asks, smiling and cocksure. Between his legs, he’s hardening a little. Bucky smirks. He pushes the fabric bench from the foot of their bed over to Steve and tells him to sit. Steve does. Bucky gets the small, long gift box that he’s wrapped for Steve and shows it to him. Steve’s face sinks. “Aw babe, you didn’t say we were doing a Christmas Eve gift. I didn’t… I didn’t get—”

“Shh,” Bucky says, smiling at how easy it is to mess with his husband, how goddamn sweet Steve is. “I know that. I just had something special to give you, is all.”

Steve doesn’t look fully-satisfied. He’s kind of pouting as he watches Bucky place it on the end of the bench. Steve’s fingers twitch but he doesn’t reach for it. “I’m not allowed to open it right now?” he asks.

“In a minute.” Bucky goes and picks up the discarded Santa hat and comes to stand in front of Steve. He smiles down at him, feeling the low curl of arousal starting in his belly. “Hey Mister,” he says.

Steve cocks an eyebrow. “Hey.” Bucky brings the hat up and places it firmly on Steve’s head again, fixing the puffball back and to the side just so. “Buuuck,” Steve complains, but Bucky just shushes him by climbing up to straddle him on the bench, one leg and then the other, knees on either side of him and ass in his lap. Steve’s inhale and the surge in his scent let Bucky know he’s shut him up well and good.

He leans in and puts his lips by Steve’s ear. “Hey, Santa.”

“God, Bucky.” This time Steve’s protest sounds less like a complaint and more like a groan. “Really?”

“Yup,” Bucky says. He cups Steve’s jaw with one hand and kisses him, dirty and deep. When they part, he says, “I told you: the only man’s lap I wanted to sit in was yours.”

“You are such a pervert,” Steve says, but his hands are on Bucky’s hips, grabbing him there. "What am I supposed to do? Ask if you've been naughty or nice?"

Bucky smiles. “Come on Stevie, we both know the answer to that.” Steve rolls his eyes, and then they tick to the side where the gift box is sitting, and Bucky grins. “You want your present now?”

“I want you.”

Bucky hums and gives him another kiss. “Good answer,” he says against his lips. Then, “Do you remember what we were talking about, earlier? When my family got here?” Steve just blinks at him stupidly, clearly not remembering, so Bucky leans in and licks the shell of his ear and whispers, “You were pretty eager to know if you’d have the chance to get a hold of me tonight.” Bucky smirks at the way that Steve’s breath hitches near-imperceptibly, the way his fingers tighten where they’re holding him. He hums a pleased sound against Steve’s skin. “Mm, yeah. You remembering now?”

“Yeah,” Steve says. “Yeah a little.”

“That baseball team you mentioned?” Bucky says, and he pulls back enough so that he can see the way that makes Steve’s eyes darken even further.

“…Yeah,” he’s saying, tone sly and scent strong. One of his hands slides down from Bucky’s hip and his fingers dip into the cleft of his ass, touching the slick there. “What?” Steve says. “You like that? Like thinking about making another baby?”

“Mmhm.”

“You’re all wet, honey.”

Bucky sighs and rubs forward against Steve, just once, because he can’t not when his husband goes and says stuff like that. “Yeah,” he says. “Think I want to give you your present.”

Steve chuckles. “It can wait.”

“No.” Bucky reaches out and grabs the box and hands it to Steve. “Open it,” he says.

Steve looks mildly surprised by Bucky’s insistence but he doesn’t protest. He takes it and pulls the ribbon, then lifts the lid off and sets it aside. When he looks down, it’s to see a piece of paper. It’s the Letter to Santa stationary from the mall, all folded up and with one word written across it in black sharpie: Shortstop. Steve looks confused. “What—” Bucky pulls the piece of paper out and reveals what’s sitting beneath. A pregnancy test with two pink stripes. Steve’s breath catches much more audibly this time. “Oh, Buck…”

“Third baseman really has to have a killer arm. Thought we should wait till we had at least five and then hold try-outs or something,” Bucky mutters. “So, shortstop.”

Bucky thinks his joke is kind of funny, so he’s expecting to get some sort of laugh from Steve. All he gets though, is a huge exhale of air in his face and then picked up and tackled to the floor. The next thing Bucky knows, he’s on his back on the carpet in front of the fireplace, being absolutely showered with kisses as Steve tells him, “Oh, baby. Baby. Why didn’t you tell me? Oh my gosh. That’s so. Fuck Bucky. Fuck.” Steve is just babbling, words and half sentences all kissed into his skin as he rubs down against him.

Bucky closes his eyes and lets him, running his flesh and metal hands up and down the planes of Steve’s back. “I take it you’re happy?” he says when he thinks he’s got at least a chance of being heard. Steve’s kissing slows, and then he pulls back and looks down at him. His eyes are huge and shiny, and basically look like the plastic ones on those creepy fuzzball toys Sarah loves. Bucky smiles up at his husband. “Happy?”

Steve huffs. “Yes. God, Bucky.” He buries his face in Bucky’s neck, rubbing and licking and scraping his teeth over his bond scar. “I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

Bucky pets his fingers through Steve’s hair, half-knocking the Santa hat off him. “I know,” he says. Suddenly, there are tears pricking at the edges of his eyes. He laughs breathily because that’s ridiculous. “I know,” he repeats. Steve pulls back up and looks down at him. “I took a test weeks ago,” Bucky says. “Cause I felt off.”

“You want this?” Steve asks. “I don’t want to pressure you if—”

“I want it,” Bucky interrupts. “I know we weren’t planning it but, yeah I do. I want to have this baby with you, Steve.”

Steve’s face crumples in emotion and desire all over again, and he surges down to kiss Bucky hotly. “God baby, can I have you? Let me have you.”

It’s ridiculous how much Bucky wants to groan just from that one statement from Steve. He can already tell from the way Steve is scenting, from the way his heavy, gentle body is pressing Bucky down against the rug, that this is going to be one of those nights where Steve gives and Bucky takes. Not just in a physical way, either. Spiritually, emotionally, whatever. Bucky can just tell that he’s in for it tonight. “Gonna make you feel so good baby,” Steve is saying, not pulling away as he starts trailing down his body, mouth and hands roaming. “Gonna fuck you. Gonna make you come.”

Bucky smiles at the ceiling, rolling his head against the soft material of the rug as Steve kisses his way down his body. “Mm,” he says. “That sounds nice.”

“Fuck Bucky. Can’t believe you’re actually pregnant. Fuck.”

Steve sounds devastated, and he only curses this much when he's really turned on, so it’s music to Bucky’s ears. His alpha is getting off on this, is aroused just by the knowledge that he’s knocked Bucky up. Bucky’s pregnant with Steve’s pup and it’s got Steve hot, hard and growling, sinking down Bucky’s body to give him pleasure and to show his dominance. Bucky shivers at the thought, squeezing his eyes closed as Steve’s big palms push his thighs apart roughly. His own cock is hard against his inner thigh, his hole leaking slick that he’s sure Steve can smell.

“Look at you,” Steve murmurs, and it’s like he’s not even saying it for Bucky to hear. He’s staring at Bucky’s stomach, stroking over it, staring at his cock and lower, down between his legs where he’s wet. “God, love your sweet body.” Before Bucky can formulate any response, Steve is sinking down, taking Bucky’s cock into the wet heat of his mouth and rubbing his fingers across his leaking hole. Bucky gasps and moans into the air.

“Oh, fuck Steve.” His eyes snap shut and he grabs at Steve’s head, clumsy hands finally knocking the hat all the way off. “Oh, baby. Yeah like that. Mm.” He pants as Steve sucks him, rocking his hips down against the fingers at his entrance. He wants them so bad but can’t think of how to say it. “Steeve,” he whines, fingers gripping Steve’s hair tighter.

Steve grunts and pulls away. He comes back up Bucky’s body but he keeps the hand between his legs, fingers poised over his entrance, petting and playing in the slick. “What?” he asks, slightly out of breath from sucking Bucky off. He gives him a soft, messy kiss, eyes dark in the light of the fire. “What do you need baby?” “In me,” Bucky says, impatient. “Fuck me, please.”

Steve growls and lays heavier atop him, covering him and staring down at him. Below, his finger presses in. He watches Bucky’s face as he penetrates him, lips curling at the sight. “Like that?” he breathes. He pumps his finger once, twice, making Bucky shudder. “S’it feel good, baby?”

“Oh, yeah.” Bucky nods, suddenly, desperately aroused and just needing Steve to take him. He rolls his hips down against Steve’s hand.

“Hm, yeah,” Steve says. “I can feel it baby. So swollen up.” He moves his finger somehow, adds another, and then they’re pressing hard on Bucky’s swollen slick glands and Bucky cries out, pain and relief and pleasure all hitting him at once.

“Oh! Oh fuuck.”

“Shh, shh. I know,” Steve says, soothing, even though there’s no way he could know.

Bucky peeks his eyes open at him. “‘You know’” he says wryly, breath still a little shuddery from that last touch. “Really? You know what that felt like?”

Steve shushes him and nips at his neck, and pumps his fingers in again, hard, curling them against Bucky’s prostate. Bucky groans like he’s been punched and Steve’s snicker is a deep, possessive thing against Bucky’s ear as he says, “Yeah, I do. You think I don’t know how you get when you’ve skipped your heats for months on end? When you finally stop the suppressants?” Bucky whimpers and Steve thrusts his fingers rhythmically, adds another. “You’re wound up so tight baby. I have to fight your body to let me in but once it does? God, once it does you’re dripping buckets. Just like now.” He gives Bucky a barrage of thrusts with the three fingers he’s got in him, the wet, squelching sounds of it loud and obscene. “Yeah. That. Right there.”

Bucky can’t take it. Steve’s stupid alpha talk is going straight to his dick and he’s just going to fall apart if he doesn’t give him more soon. “Stevie,” he says, searching. “Alpha, please. In me.”

Steve softens and exhales at the request. “Fuck, babe. Yes. Anything. You can have anything you want.”

“Want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah.” Steve’s fingers leave his body, but Bucky doesn’t whine because he knows he won’t be denied. He just tilts his hips up further and waits as Steve shifts, then the feeling of Steve’s cock, heavy and hot and right, is between his cheeks, sliding through his slick and pressing into him. Bucky cries out into the space between them, coming from that first, slow slide of penetration.

It’s beautiful; slow like syrup and cresting longer and higher than Bucky is used to for a first orgasm. He shudders through it, eyes clenched shut, and clings onto Steve even once it’s over. He peeks his eyes open and sees right away that Steve’s not unaffected. “God Bucky,” he astounds, sounding almost reverent. “I love that. Love watching you come. So perfect for me.”

Bucky hums. “How many you gonna get out of me tonight?” he asks, breathless and hushed.

Steve laughs and comes down to kiss him. “Who knows?” he says, though the look in his eyes promises Bucky at least four. Bucky groans at the thought and yanks his head back in for more. They make out, mouths open and tongues wet between them as Steve starts a smooth, deep pace, rocking into Bucky over and over.

It’s slow but they don’t rush it. Something about the way Steve’s looking down at him and Bucky right back up, something about the night or the snow outside, something about the fire and the fact that it’s Christmas eve, or that Bucky’s pregnant and they’re going to have a whole baseball team of kids not believing in Santa Claus one day,

One or all of those things makes it right.

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MORTAL KOMBAT 2 Fancast.

These are my fancast for the sequel! When I fancasg these characters, I’ll write down my reasoning for these! Please give feedback! I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Now before I continue any further, the director wanted accurate casting just like he did for the first film. So I will be doing the same and respecting his wishes! Anywho, let’s begin!

THE MIZ - Johnny Cage

A WWE wrestler who has an experience in Acting and his gimmick is considered based off Johnny Cage! I feel like he’d do an excellent job considering that he is a good talker and athlete in the wrestling business. Besides, for decades, he’s been very dedicated to giving the fans what they want. He stated that if he ever gets casted, he wants to get the character right due to the last detail. Currently working on his kicks and splits, and he’s old enough to play Jessica McNamee’s romantic interest who is 36. Miz is 42! I honestly don’t see a better cast than this!

YOSHI SUDARSO - Kuai Liang

Yoshi Sudarso as an actor, stuntman and martial artist. Like Joe Taslim, he is also Indonesian of Chinese descent. From my research, he is very good friends with Joe Taslim and was very interested in the role if Kuai Liang is in the script. He is also younger than Joe Taslim (He is 33 years old). You don’t see him in much, but you can find him on Power Rangers, Buffalo Boys, Project Power and Bullet Train! He’s a good actor and a very agile martial artist, and he’s VERY well acquainted with the color blue! He could become the next stuntman actor to get a huge breakout role next to Max Huang, who portrayed Kung Lao!

Also if you look closely and squint your eyes just a little bit, they kinda have a resemblance of being brothers… it could mostly be the eyebrows!

SISI STRINGER - Kitana

This should be a no-brainer fancast since Kitana and Mileena are technically twins. Sisi Stringer has shown her range in acting in Vampire Academy (Stream it on Peacock, it’s amazing.) So I wouldn’t be so surprised if she does get casted as Kitana (But I will be so happy because she deserves it!)

ANDREW KOJI - Kenshi

Andrew Koji is an up and coming British actor and martial artist of Japanese descent. Kenshi is a eurasian (Japanese) character, so this cast would be very fitting for Andrew Koji, especially since he has the look and the mysterious voice and his experience with swords (Storm Shadow in Snake Eyes: G.I. Joe Origins). I could see him pulling this off!

JOE TASLIM - Noob Saibot

Not much of a fancast since this is technically bound to happen, in all honesty. But it would be cool to see Yoshi Sudarso V. Joe Taslim! Just Yoshi living his dream of being on-screen with a friend of his, especially since he stated that Joe Taslim is like a brother to him in the Hollywood industry!

AMBER MIDTHUNDER - NIGHTWOLF

Not a genderbent fancast, but a “passing the mantle down” fancast! I have a pitch where since we saw a photo easter egg of Nightwolf in the movie, he’s most likely a legendary protector of the Matoka. Later that day, he’s gotten very old and asks the great spirit to find another warrior and pass the Nightwolf mantle down to them, then Grey Cloud can train them for the tournament. I fancast David Midthunder as Grey Cloud since David is the face model for Nightwolf in Mortal Kombat 11 and he is also Amber Midthunder’s father! So this could be perfect in my opinion.

[weclassybouquetfun]

When Optimus Prime puts out the call you know I'm going to answer,

The seventh film in the film series and the 2nd best film out of them all.

Helmed by Steven Caple Jr. (CREED II) this second installment of the prequel series takes place in 1994, seven years after the events of BUMBLEBEE. Unlike BUMBLEBEE which I found to be lighter fare (still enjoyable), TRANSFORMERS: RISE OF THE BEASTS harkens back to the intensity of the Michael Bay installments, but is in the sweet spot where it still has great action but doesn't lean into the excesses that Bay tends to indulge in from a confusing and mind-numbing mass of action to his ever-increasing runtimes (this one taps out at a breezy 124 minutes).

Great characters human, Autobots and Maximals alike.

SPOILERS FOR TRANSFORMERS: RISE OF THE BEASTS, ROLL OUT

THE GOOD

*The energy and pace is fantastic. It digs in quick with the Maximals and the Terrorcons, let us know the villainy we're facing (Scourge taking and wearing the Autobot shields from his kills was A++)

and quickly establishes the human protagonists. No dawdling on that front. And the use of back-to-back 90s east coast rap really drove home the sense of time for the film. Just hit, after hit after hit that help boost the vibe of the film.

*With his hilarious Peacock series BUPKIS and his voicework in this, Pete Davidson is seemingly entering his less annoying era. I loved Mirage's banter with Noah.

*I liked seeing a less than capable Optimus Prime. He's been the sure-footed leader for so long and we get to see him beaten down and of broken spirit from being stuck on Earth. This is a Optimus who has lost his spirit and I like that Optimus Primal reinforces those concepts, and introduces the concept of unity with humans to Prime.

'TIL All Are One.

*We've had the human allies of course but to actually see one don battle armour and fight and not just be used as a decoy??!!!

At the end I assumed Michael Kelly's character would be from Sector 7 (the organization John Turturro's TRANSFORMERS character worked for. I even thought, "Is this dude joining the Transformers Initiative? What is this?"

But G.I. Joe?!!!! Noah is a Real American Hero!

And while he uses the code name Sonic as a shout to Sonic the Hedgehog, maybe it has the double meaning of Noah now being a G.I Joe Sonic Fighter.

Anthony Ramos, you fumbled Jasmine Cephas Jones but you didn't fumble this role.

THE BAD

*No notes

THE REST

*I think Dominique Fishback has a great personality but her acting leaves a lot to be desired and not just in this film. She's very uneven in her work. Sometimes you can see the promise, but more often -and too often in this film - she's wooden.

The way this scene isn't even in the film.

I would still like to see her back. My hope is that they do a bigger time jump than 7 years and assemble the human allies from across the films.

*If you're in it because you are a fan of BEAST WARS you may be disappointed. We spent too little time with the Maximals. It's the price of having a moderate runtime. I can't think of anything in the film that I would have wanted jettisoned in order to get more time with the Maximals, though. Shame because their designs were fantastic, especially Cheetors and when they transformed out of their animal forms to fight.

*Mirage tells Noah that Marky Mark left the Funky Bunch, but as Mark Wahlberg plays Cade in two TRANSFORMERS films does that mean Cade walks around being mistaken for Mark Wahlberg?

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The G.I. Joe cartoons of my youth told me that knowing is half the battle, and there is actually a profound wisdom to this. If I can’t remove the obstacle, I can still find a way to step around it, to work with it, to transform it into something of benefit. . . .

[lgspears]

for the Transformers x G.I. Joe movie, i nominated Kellan Lutz as Conrad S. Hauser/Duke, Jennifer Holland as Shana M. O'Hara/Scarlett, Winston Duke as Marvin F. Hinton/Roadblock, Lewis Tan as Snake Eyes, Christopher Abbott as Dashiell R. Faireborn/Flint, Melissa Barrera as Alison R. Hart-Burnett/Lady Jaye, Tokala Black Elk as Charlie Iron Knife/Spirit, Yahya Abdul-Mateen II as Lonzo R. Wilkinson/Stalker and Justin H. Min as Nicky Lee/Tunnel Rat.

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The Steddie Clause (Part 2)

(Part 1)

The fact that Eddie might be falling for Steve dawns on him after Steve asks him to be his date to the office’s annual christmas party. Well, Steve actually asked if Eddie would be able to come with him since Robin was busy and he needed quote “Someone there who didn’t make me want to blow my brains out” but the validation that Steve liked him enough to be that someone was good enough for him. And so Eddie takes a risk. When he comes to pick up Steve to go to the party, he’s at the reins of a horse drawn sleigh and Steve gets this cute little dumbfounded look on his face that makes Eddie smile. The party is dull, so very dull, there's nothing to do besides drink and try to schmooze your bosses. Eddie understands why Steve didn’t want to face this thing alone. ”What do you think are in the presents under the tree?” Eddie asks, leaning into Steve’s personal space. “I don’t think there’s anything in them, they’re probably just empty boxes they wrapped for decoration.” Steve says with a confused look on his face. “Oh come on,” “Eddie, if there is anything in there it’s gonna be that packing filler stuff to try and weigh it down.” “Maybe you’re right. But, what if one of them was the best Christmas gift you ever got as a kid?” “What do you mean?” “When you were a kid what was the best gift you ever got from Santa?” “You mean from my parents?” “No, I mean from Santa.” “Eddie.” “Come on Steve, get into the Christmas spirit.” “Fine, I guess the best gift I got for Christmas was my BMW 733i.” “Really?” “Yeah, I think so” “And that was from Santa?” “Dude, my parents, Santa, it means the same thing.” “Okay, another question.” “What?” “What was the Christmas that you realized Santa was just your parents?” “1976, I was 10.” “Isn’t that…” “A bit old to still believe in Santa? Yeah, I know.” Steve says, cutting him off. “So what happened?” “You know how you’re supposed to write letters to Santa?” “Yeah.” “Well, that year I wrote two. One that my parents read and one that said something to the effect of ‘disregard the last letter, this is what I really want’ and I was so excited because this was a fool proof plan but when I wake up that morning we unwrapped the gifts and nope, it wasn’t there, only the G.I. Joe I asked for in the decoy letter.” “Well, What did you ask for in the real one?” “You cannot laugh.” “I promise I won’t.” “Okay, It was a Cher Doll.” “You’re joking.” “Nope.” “You’re telling me that there was nothing Little 10 Year Old Stevie Harrington wanted more for Christmas than a Cher Doll.” “Okay, you don’t have to make fun of me, I know it sounds ridiculous.” “I’m not making fun of you, I just didn’t know you were a closeted Cher fan.” “Trust me there’s more reasons for me to be in there than just liking Cher.” Steve says with a laugh Eddie swears makes the lights turn a little brighter. “Wait here.” “Why?” “Just trust me.” Eddie says before heading up to the tree placed by the band’s stage and looks in the presents for one of the smaller rectangular presents, a gift tag appears on it saying ‘To: Steve From: Santa’ and heads back to Steve, who’s standing there with a confused look on his face. “I believe this is for you.” Eddie hands the other man the gift. “How did? What? Wh-” “It looked like all of them had gift tags for people on them and I thought one of them would be for you, could be some sort of Company Morale Boosting stunt.” Eddie shrugged. “Well, I can’t be the only person who gets a gift.” “Then let’s hand them out.” “Wh- Eddie, no” Steve says as he watches the long haired man run back to the band stage. Eddie is whispering something to the woman at the microphone and looks over his shoulder to wave Steve over to him. Against his better judgment, Steve follows.

(Part 1, 3, 4)

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Record of Ragnarok Round 9 Theory

Okay, so we got Apollo vs Leodonis (He looks like he’s from G.I. Joe)

And I read somewhere that Leodanis is a defendant of Hercules, which I really hope they have that in here, but before Hercules became Hercules (Like he had a lover and either he did or didn’t know she was pregnant but couldn’t do anything about it)

And I really hope Leodanis IS Hercules descendant, because maybe just maybe Zeus might actually feel regret because the spirit of Hercules is with Leodanis but because of his actions he’s going to be the reason the last remaining part of Hercules will be destroyed forever

Like what I’m hoping is Leodanis hates the gods so much is because they made his ancestor Hercules leave his family behind (But he doesn’t hate Jack for killing him because it was a fight to the death and he saw Hercules fighting for the gods the wrong way to save Humanity)

Also, I don’t feel that interested in Apollo to be honest, he looks like he’s that type of snobby character that would freak out if his ‘beautiful face’ got a minor injury or scratch (I feel like he’s going to be a big spoiled brat, but I hope I’m proven wrong, or not I don’t really care)

[adamnedmartyr]

CURRENT MUSES:

MAIN BLOGS

@adamnedmartyr Kurama, and his various iterations, of Yu Yu Hakusho; main

@industrialxillusions Maximillion Pegasus of Yugioh [ and his daughter Alice, an OC ]; main

@welcometotheoverwatch Overwatch multimuse featuring canons and OCs; main

YUGIOH

@thefierceknight Gaia the Fierce Knight

@guidedbyaheart multimuse for various duel monsters, including but not limited to the Harpies, Celtic Guardian, Mystical Elf, and Kuriboh

@solverofpuzzles Mutou Yuugi

RUROUNI KENSHIN

@nolongerbattosai Himura Kenshin

@notquitebuddha Saitō Tokio Fujita Tokio

@swiftdeathtoevil Saitō Hajime Fujita Goro

INUYASHA

@ofthewolftribe Koga

@inwantofaheart Kagura

@thegreatsesshomaru Sesshomaru

MISCELLANEOUS OCs & CANONS

@ataleoftwodragons Shimada Genji and Shimada Hanzo of Overwatch

@intheheartofariver Shibuya River spirit

@workalittlemagic Koshiba Kiri of Beauty Pop

@rejectingapathy Akira, ice apparition OC

@torememberalostname Haku of Spirited Away

OTHER CHARACTERS OF MINE AVAILABLE FOR PLOTTING WITH APPLICABLE FANDOMS/MUSES AND INTERESTED PARTIES I INTERACT WITH HERE AS THEY DO HAVE VERSES FOR SUCH!

@foreverofbalance Maat of Egyptian Mythology

@beingofchaos Apep of Egyptian Mythology

@knowerofsecretthings Djehuty/Thoth of Egyptian Mythology

@keeperofmaat Ardeth Bay of the Mummy

@unleashthekraken The Kraken

@arashikagesteel Storm Shadow and Snake Eyes of G.I. JOE

[ So basically, yes, I continue my Disastrous Ways. ]

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G.I. Joe Classified Mad Marauders Spirit & Low-Light 2-Pack BBTS előrendelés

A Hasbro G.I. Joe Classified Mad Marauders Spirit & Low-Light 2-Pack már előrendelhető a BigBadToyStore és az Entertainment Earth oldalaktól 54,99 dolláros ajánlott fogyasztói áron. A G.I. Joe Classified sorozat újdonságai, a Mad Marauders Low-Light, Spirit Iron-Knife & Niyol készen állnak a kalandra, több mozgathatósági pontjukkal a nagy pózolhatóság érdekében. Ez a Low-Light figura 13,…