#steve needs a punch

[runraerun]

@stervrucht I’m blaming you for this.

[dallasgallant]

Couldn’t get along without you…

It took me a longer time than I’d care to admit to fully understand this quote, and its subsequent uses. I was taking it literally more than it as an example of how language worked at the time and examining it in that message.

It’s not that the gang literally wouldn’t get along without him, they’re all buddies and would still be so with such a loss. He’s not keeping them from fighting each other, in fact it’s mentioned that fights within the gang of a more serious nature are rare. But what they meant by “get along” is they don’t know how they’d “go on” as they used to without him. Live.

The loss of anyone in the gang would be a huge blow to the guys but if it was anyone else they’d be able to bare it. It’d hurt but they’d wipe off their knees and find out a way to move on/get along with their lives quicker. But loosing Johnny? No one expects to loose a buddy, let alone two in one night and they way they’d lost them… but Johnny out of all the gang is a loss they can’t handle. It can’t be bottled up in the same way.

Love.

“If it hadn’t been for the gang, Johnny would never have known what love and affection were.”(12)

How much the gang cares for each other should never be understated. How much the gang adores Johnny should never be understated either- but it also shouldn’t be misconstrued for babying or patronizing. Johnny, Johnny is something special. The gang is something special to each other, they rely on that bond more than they know.

In the most literal case of this all Dally couldn’t ’get along’ without Johnny…

[loveshotzz]

The question of the night is: Will Leighanne finish writing this game of never have I ever that leads into an almost kiss? Or will she get too stoned again and stay in this perpetual barbecue at Steve and Eddie’s trailer.

[platoniccapitalp]

Ok i finally remembered I haven’t stopped and heard the whole DECIDE album

Cuz i knew I’d like the whole djo sound, however it’s a vibe i love but haven’t got the mood to listen to in a whiiile, so i just put the album while i took a shower and…

I think i just straight up listened to everything on Djo’s spotify non stop at least three times…

It’s everything that i needed I’m not shitting you, it’s like crack cocaine to my ears, it’s chappell roan all over again, holy shit it’s so over…

It’s a genre/sound/vibe so tied to an integral part of my childhood, but like I can’t really put a finger on the exact band/artist that i listened this much with this style/genre, for me it’s incredibly tied to:

Daft Punk(duh), Gorillaz, Beck, Tame Impala and (last two albums)Arctic Monkeys

Which now thinking is hilarious cuz it’s basically synth-pop…

ya know, a big genre in the 80s…

Also all the bands are 2000ish bands which is why they were a big part of my childhood, and maybe in Joe/Djo’s childhood/teenage years he also had similar influences, plus he’s from the 90s so not that far from the 80s either (+staring in ST duh) kkkkkk

I cracked the code, case closed everyone…

Now if you’ll excuse me i shall listen to Djo’s entire discography all over again, and again, and again…

[gyokujyn]

🩸LAST LINE TAG GAME ✨

The rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as you have words

Tagged by @blackwood4stucky

This is in the middle of the scene I was writing, but I added the bit about the bloody saliva on my read through so it was, technically, the last thing I wrote.

“Go do your job, you fuckin’ boy scout,” he spat, bloody saliva spraying across Steve’s crotch, “we both know you don’t got it in you.”

no pressure tags: @bromcommie @rosduncan @succulent-hyena @tales-from-a-maphia-don @stuckyfingers @hypnxrchy

I'm pretty sure all of you write, but art counts, too, friendos.

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Painted Skin

Square and Prompt: A2 Prank gone wrong (and then Right)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3403

Ships: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Warning; this one shot results from bullying, it’s nothing to bad but bullying is in this

Major tags: are listed below, I made sure to put warnings up before this though steve is hard of hearing in this as well

Summary; Eddie, like a bunch of other kids is forced to go to the pep rally or what he likes to call it the prep rally. The school has a tradition of dumping water on a poor kids head (with constant before hand) but this year something else gets dumped on Eddie and Steve Harrington. Resulting in both of them having to help each other get cleaned up in the showers. (This is a very clean one shot to smut even though it sounds like it lol)

Mention; @steveharringtonbingo

Note: Eddie and Steve aren’t close but they are aware of each other and have had a few conversations before this happens

Eddie stumbles over his feet a little, nearly falling on his face in the stands. Nothing or anyone had tripped him. It was all him. The clumsiness had gotten better (or worst) since he was a toddler. He wasn't sure if that was true, all he knew was that he would start some days without one single bruise on him and land in bed later that night with small bruises on his skin. Over his knees, on his arms. Anywhere really. Constant blue and purple painted his skin along with the tattoos. It was so common that his Uncle had stopped questioning them years ago. While balancing himself from nearly falling, he could already feel the bruise on his shin forming. A small scrape as well from where he skimmed it against one of the metal steps. God only knows why anyone trusted him anywhere near the stands. Which was why he was a tad annoyed, he wasn't here on his own record. Today was the annual pep rally for Hawkins. A day that he hated just as much as he hated Valentine's Day.

The day was just every single jock showing off to the school. Playing tug of war, competing in numerous stupid games while every student watched. The gym was always loud, everyone always yelling. It had everything Eddie hated. Loud noises, asshole jocks, and sweaty teenagers being forced to be squished up against each other because of the lack of space in the bleachers. It was also a pain in the ass finding a spot to sit as everyone quickly saved spots for their friends and became huge dicks about it. Which was how Eddie had started out trying to sit in the far back, and ending up in the front row. Anxiously picking at the Jean material on his ripped skinny's. Tracing a small bruise that was on his knee that he doesn't even know happened. Looking forward as his heart raced in his chest. Anxiety high as he fidgets with anything he can touch. His rings, his shirt, or his hair.

The principle had started to stand in the middle of the gym talking into the mike that kept cracking a little, making it sound like he was going through puberty. Eddie didn't bother listening to what anyone had said just zoning out into his own thoughts. His eyes were carefully watching everyone's movement as he bites his lip. Thoughts wondering if he should get a lip ring. Give him something else to fidget with. Like any other year tug of war goes first. All of the jocks getting worked up and sweaty over something so stupid. The losing team throwing a small fit before being escorted to their side of the room. While the other cheered like they won the god damn war. Like any year, the hugest jock of them all would go to the middle of the gym floor and talk. For the past two it had been Steve Harrington. This year is was Jason, a sixteen year old brat who got his way more then anyone.

Like everyone else, Eddie had heard about Steve getting a very bad concussion during a fight with Billy last year. Not only did he hear but he knew. He wasn't close to the guy but he talked to him on occasion, shockingly. He knew that it was so bad to the point he wasn't even allowed to be on the basketball team anymore. Which must have sucked for the senior, who Eddie had finally found sitting with a group of kids. A curly haired brat with a baseball cap whispering in his ear intensely and throwing his hand around along with Lucas Sinclair. A kid he was familiar with as it was well known he was the reason along with Max, that Steve and Billy got in a fight anyway. Something about the two dating, he wasn't sure and he didn't care. His suspicions of Billy being racist was confirmed and he made sure to avoid the guy like the plague. Which thinking about the guy made him look around for him. Not seeing him anywhere was a bit suspicious.

Though his eyes move back to Jason. Who was going on about god knows what. His voice was drowned out by the constant whispers surrounding the crowd. A lot of Steve Harrington and Billy Hargroves being tossed around. Eddie decides he was tired of it all and slides on his headphones, clicking on the tape and letting it play. Drowning out everyone else to the lyrics.

"Come on feel the noise, Girls rock your boys, we'll get wild wild wild, wild, wild, wild"

After that everything starts to go by much faster with a blur. Of course Eddie knew about the tradition of dumping water on a random kid in the gym. But normally the kid was told so before hand, as that was the teachers terms for allowing it. This year, it was different. Eddie had truly been minding his own business when he catches sight of someone going behind Steve Harrington. Furrowing his eyebrows he assumes it's water, finding a funny way of including the old king of Hawkins high. What he doesn't expect is to feel something cold going over his head right as he watches yellow paint going over Steve Harrington's head. Who seems just as shocked, but was holding himself a lot better then Eddie. Who had jumped up as his headphones start to glitch, hair starting to stick to his forehead as he realizes this wasn't water. Looking he catches onto the culprit, and with out hesitated throws a punch. He's seeing red, literally and figuratively. Red paint going over his face and he has to quickly wipe it from his eyes as students were screaming not wanting paint on them and some were laughing.

Eddie laughs when he watches the guy who did this to him slip and fall in the paint. Yelling out in pain. Eddie is pissed and his Walkman was ruined. Turning his head he sees Jason looking smug as hell. Breathing in paint fumes, Eddie had already figured out it was him. So had Steve Harrington who was walking up behind him. Eddie wiggles his fingers at Jason who was grinning, which falters as he looks confused. Before he's being swung around and punched in the face but a very pissed Steve Harrington. Who proceeds to spit yellow paint out at him. Eddie moves trying to get off the stands but he's falling himself, landing on his ass as he angrily throws his Walkman to the side. Looking around he could also see that he and Steve weren't the only victims. Jonathan Byers and some random kid from band were also hit.

Eddie can barely hear anything over the crowd, that he doesn't catch on to Steve Harrington standing in front of him with a group of kids. They were yelling and flipping people off and Eddie already could tell he liked the red head. Who was taking wads of paint off from Steve and sprinting after who ever said something and smearing paint on the back of their shirts. He looks dazed as he realizes the King was extending his hand to the freak. He hesitates and Steve looks a little hurt by it, the curly hair boy with the cap looks like he's about to chew his ear out. Not wanting to be on the wrong side of that kid he takes Steve's hand. Feeling the red paint smearing with the yellow creating a orange like color as he's lifted up. Stumbling a bit as his sneakers, that were once white slip through the paint nearly taking him and Steve out. He chuckles awkwardly as he regains balance from the others sturdy shoulders before they move off of the stands. Eddie is ready to disappear, but is awkwardly led to the locker room to get washed up.

His head was swimming with all of the kids voices and the reality of the situation was dawning on him as tears form in his eyes. "Everyone shut up!" He yells voice cracking. His hands moving to his ears a bit as everyone's heads snap to look at him. Steve takes control as he moves to grab his wallet out.

"Max, go buy dish soap, shampoo, conditioner, and maybe olive oil." Steve rambles out. "That will hopefully help get the paint out of our hair." He instructs sending the kid off with Lucas stopping Dustin. "You know where my key is, stop at mine and go grab some extra clothes. Some for Munson to." He says leading the situation. If Eddie wasn't freaking out he would be impressed. Though he can't think to much about it as he's shoved into the locker room. Stumbling over himself as Steve groans wiping paint from his forehead again. Not saying anything as he starts to pull his shirt off. Eddies face is red for different reasons then just the paint. Glancing down at the others chest hair before Steve's whistling snapping in front of his face.

"Come on Munson, I'm pretty sure you want to try and get that paint out of your hair before it dries." He comments as he moves over the shower already having done this a million times. Stripping down to his briefs, and thank god he keeps them on as he gets under the water. Yellow paint already going down the drain. His shoulders are tense as he coughs a little, the fumes were strong as he tries to get clean. Eddie hesitates before moving and pulling his clothes off, staying in his Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle Boxers. His embarrassment was growing as he try's to figure out the shower. He has always made sure not to come in here. With the whole being gay thing, showering with a bunch of jocks after gym didn't seem like a good idea.

Steve glances over and moves forward turning it on for him, getting a little to close as he leans back. Groaning as he pulls at his hair a bit. Eddie blushes as he looks down seeing that his drain looked like a murder just took place as the red paint goes down. A knock is heard from the door and a teachers head is poking in, it's Mr.Clarke as he asks. "Hey you boys alright?" He can't see the showers as the lockers blocked them from view. Steve hesitates before he gives a honest answer.

"I have yellow paint in my ears, and I can barely hear to begin with what?" He yells loudly. Eddie furrows his eyes as he gets the others attention.

"He's asking if we are alright?" Eddie asks. If it was any other situation it would be very weird seeing Steve Harrington watching his lips trying to understand what he was saying. He looks confused as Eddie moves a hand mouthing a don't worry about it as he yells.

"It looks like a bloody war zone in here Mr.Clarke! How would we get paint out of our hair?" He asks loudly. Hearing the door closing a bit.

"Maybe dish soap? I'll go grab some and bring it in for you guys." The older man says quickly running out the door leaving them alone again as Steve starts to wash himself up. Eddie was struggling with his curls and was definitely going to rip his hair out.  His worst nightmare happens when Mr. Clarke comes back in. Getting the okay to walk in holding huge things of dish soap. Cringing the older man comments.

"I think it would be a easier if you guys helped with your guys hair." He advices. "I know it's awkward but, you guys will probably rip more hair out if you can't see what's happening."

Steve furrows his eyes not hearing what he was saying. "What?" He asks. Looking between the two guys before Eddie punches his nose already hating the idea.

"Mr. Clarke said it would be easier if we helped each other out with our hair." Eddie says loudly making sure to get close to the others ear. Steve's face goes a light pink as he frowns a little before shrugging.

"I mean- that sounds right. If you don't punch me in the face until after." Steve says with a snort as he fought with paint taking the dish soap. Waving for the other to come to him. Eddies face is red as he moves. The whole thing isn't sexual or anything, it's rough in a not so good way. Just steve moving his hands in his curls pulling them a little while Eddie's cursing. Already feeling a headache forming. Whining as Mr. Clarke kept watch at the door. They were in there for a long time. Both their skin was stained and Eddie's head hurt when Steve finally pulls back. Eddie hears their teacher cursing as shoes squeak coming in.

"Steve!" A light lisp is heard from the name as Dustin comes in. Scrunching his nose up when he catches sight of Steve's chest. "Dude you need to shave your chest Jesus Christ." He complains as he moves setting clothes to the side. Bringing shampoo, conditioner and extra dish soap in. "We couldn't find oil." He admits as Steve furrows his eyes a bit trying to make sense of what he's saying. Dustin groans as he moves his hands a bit, it looks crazy as Eddie looks confused.

"What are you doing?" He asks confused.

"Signing dumbass," Dustin sasses moving his hand to dramatically flip him off after he signed the words he said. Eddie hears Steve laugh softly as he he says softly.

"Sorry, my hearing aids were kind of ruined in the process. I cant hear all that well right now," Steve says to Eddie. Not even thinking about saying anything. Eddie frowns as Steve moves pouring shampoo and starts to scrub at his scalp to get soap out. Letting it sit as he adds. "Now can you help with my hair?" Steve asks.

Eddie hated how intimate this all was. Turning and pouring dish soap in his hand and moving it in the others hair. Careful not to tug his hair as he scrubs it out. "Oh what happened to Byers and the other kid?" Eddie asks. Realizing they weren't in here as well getting washed up.

"The other kid started having a asthma attack so they had to take him to the hospital, while Jonathan ran off. Probably to go home and get washed." Dustin explains. "Though why don't you move Steve so he can face me so he can join the conversation." He comments. Eddie listens as he moves getting the other to turn.

Steve looks confused before Dustin signs something to him. The paint is really a pain in the ass getting out. Groaning he has to get on his toes a bit to reach as they were the same height. All of the dish soap was used and once again they are separated as they go under their own showers. Washing their own hair better. Dustin had left to go wait for Steve outside. Mr. Clarke also left to go chaperone the kids as well leaving them alone again. Neither of them speak until the clothes situation happened. Eddie blushes as Steve offers to have him choose what he wanted to wear. Between the polo shirt and the yellow sweater the yellow seemed more reasonable.

Separating to go change, Eddie slips a pair of dry boxers on. It was weird and he didn't want to think about it as he comes out in a pair of blue Levi's and the yellow sweater. He moves pulling his hair up in a bun as his guitar chip hung loosely on his chest. Thankfully the paint came off from that easily. Steve was changed now and scrunches his nose up as he looks at his clothes. Grabbing what he needed from them before just throwing them in the garbage. Eddie does the same, sad that his band t was ruined. His shoes now had red pant dried on them and Steve's were yellow.

Steve starts to talk again. "I'm sorry." He says gently.

"For what?" Eddie asks confused as he makes sure he looks fine.

"I don't know, I just used to be apart of that crowd?" Steve says. Having a better time hearing the other without the water going or the paint in his ears. He's sure he would be picking yellow out of there for a long time.

"Well big boy, I'm not the only victim here." Eddie points out.

"Yeah I know, I'm going to apologize to Jonathan and the other kid later." Steve comments. Eddie frowns when he sees the other genuinely doesn't believe he's a victim.

"Dude, you are also a victim here. Your hearing aids were ruined!" Eddie comments loudly.

"Well I can easily replace those," Steve waves off as he gets awkward. Eddie huffs a bit as he moves to grab the pen off from the sign up board on the wall. Where everyone signed up for teams.

"Well, Steve. I think it was pretty metal that you punched Jason in the face." He says with a grin moving to write his number on the paper. Handing it to the other.

"Call me later so I can return your clothes." He says with a chuckle as he leaves. His walk away was supposed to be smooth like they were in the movies. But instead he was taken by the principle along with Steve to the office. His face is red as he sits in the chair being scolded for punching two assholes in the faces. Of course the assholes who were at fault were being treated like angels.

"Steve are you even listening to me!" The principle snaps. Face red from the whole thing.

"No I'm not, you know why?" Steve says sounding bitchy. "Because one of those assholes poured paint and ruined my thousand dollar pair of hearing aids." He snaps.

The principle is about to say something but Steve doesn't give him a chance. "My father will be hearing about this," he says louder then intended. Waving for Eddie to leave with him. They were in there less then five minutes. Now they actually depart. Eddie leaves with a red face as he went home to a empty trailer. Wayne was most likely out still as he moves quickly getting changed.

He had expected a phone call that night but it doesn't come for a few days. He finds himself outside the Harrington residence knocking on the door with the folded clothes in his hand. He smiles brightly as he sees Steve. Who was gesturing for him to come in.

"I expected to get a phone call sooner Stevie." He comments.

"Well I really couldn't, I had to wait for my hearing aids." Steve chuckles. Eddie makes a oops face feeling guilty as he hands the other his clothes. Steve waves it off before getting excited. "Oh, I have something for you."

He says gently as he runs off coming back with a box. Eddie frowns as it's forced into his hand. He takes it before opening the box gently. Eyes going wide when he sees a new pair of headphones and a new walkman with a few tapes underneath it.

"Me and Dustin went shopping, we couldn't tell what tape you had but we bought a bunch just in case." Steve says with a happy smile. Eddie grins as he looks at them. Whistling.

"Oh stevie." He grins as he looks up. "Thank you." He says moving pulling the other into a hug. He had always been a hugger so this was no different. Even though he barely knew the guy in front of him, he had already felt like he's known him forever. Though he catches the other by surprise and they are both falling. Steve's laughing as Eddie's face is red as he quickly helps the other up. A small scrape on his elbow from hitting the floor. The both of them are awkward and stumbling over their words as they apologize to each other but Eddie knew that the scrape on his skin and the light bruise next to it would be one of his favorite memories in the entire world. Of course after the embarrassment left him.

[str4wb3rry-fire]

s1 steve harrington looks so punchable

[maddy-ferguson]

i think it's very funny that neither steve stans nor jonathan stans are happy with the way the writers write their favorite character

[hurtspideyparker]

In a timeline where Civil War didn't end in divorce and everyone lives in the compound:

Steve, walking into the living room: Don't worry Buck I think you'll really fit in around here. Everyone is super nice

Peter: Oh my god you're living here too?! Can I please look at your arm? Please please please please please-

Bucky: *turns around and leaves*

-

Clint: So... wanna test if your spider-sense defeats my perfect aim?

Peter: Oh my god do I ever

Tony & Steve: NO.

-

Peter: Hi. Big fan. Y'know we're like a spider duo. Crime fighting spiders. Arachnid pals

Natasha, staring blankly:

Peter: Web friends? SPY-ders?

Natasha:

Peter: Spinneret associates?

Natasha: Leave.

Peter: Yes okay sorry ma'am

-

During a meal:

Bucky: *glaring at Sam*

Sam: Ay Rogers come get your dog

Steve: Bucky, leave it

Bucky: *glares down at soup instead*

-

Peter: Mr. Rogers could you help me with my homework?

Tony: What the hell kid, I'm right here

Bruce: I have... so many degrees

Steve: Hey I know a thing or two myself. Sure Queens, what do you got?

Peter: Great! I'm just gonna ask some questions for my essay. What would you say the role of war propaganda was in your decision to enroll in the military? Was being poor a factor? Actually, how was the Great Depression for you?

Steve: Less depressing than this conversation.

-

Steve: Take a jacket, it's chilly

Wanda: Okay thanks dad

Steve:

Wanda:

Peter: Ha! That's so embarrassing, it's like calling your teacher dad

Wanda: Shut up Peter, you call Tony dad all the time

Peter: Yeah but I do it on purpose so it's not embarrassing. I'm very open about my daddy issues

-

Tony: I wanna punch you in your perfect teeth

Steve:

Tony: Looking at me with your angelic blue eyes, like a freak

Steve:

Tony: Stupid Dorito ass build. Making me wanna take a bite

Steve: I feel harassed but I'm not sure what kind

-

Natasha: Hey bird brain!

Clint and Sam both turn:

Natasha: Hm, that's a problem. You have thirty seconds to decide who gets bird brain. The other will be feather head

Clint and Sam: *start arguing*

Tony: I can't believe they're fighting to be called an insult

Steve: She has that effect on people

Peter: Aw man, I wish the Black Widow gave me a nickname :(

-

Peter: Hey old man

Bucky:

Peter: I'M SO SORRY SIR MR. WILSON MADE ME DO IT PLEASE DONT KILL ME

Sam: *cackling in the background*

Bucky: *stands up and turns to Sam*

Sam: Oh shit- kid you're not getting the money if you're gonna snitch!

Peter: That's okay, I'd like to think my life is worth more than twenty bucks

-

Bucky: I need your... help

Tony: Sure, what's up?

Bucky: *glances back at Steve who stands in the doorway and nods approvingly*

Bucky: Arm.

Tony: Ok... this conversation is killing you isn't it?

Bucky:

Tony: Say please

Bucky: Nope can't do it-

Steve: Do I need to get out the get-along shirt?

*Bucky and Tony share a look of alarm*

Bucky: Please fix my arm

Tony: Yep of course no problem buddy

Read Part 2 here

[cloudystevie]

scary my god you're divine

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pairing || bucky barnes x f!reader

word count || 3235

summary || he would do anything for you.

warnings || smut! dom! bucky x sub! reader, possessive! bucky, a little bit of subspace, choking, little bit of exhibitionism kink, minor pain play, daddy kink (only three times okay i'm sorry i am who i am), degradation, unprotected sex

author's note || 18+ ONLY. not proofread yet. my very first request in a very long time! Anonymous asked: Could you write a Dombucky x Subreader? And if you wouldn't mind jealous!bucky, already established relationship and his dog tags on reader? hope you enjoy nonnie! as always feel free to send in requests or any asks! feel free to reblog! enjoy!

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Today, a select few from the team are supposed to train the new agents, preparing them for the physical aspect of being an agent. Some made it fun or tolerable, like Steve and Sam, who were born leaders and charismatic. Natasha and Wanda enjoyed supervising the sparring sessions. Tony and Bruce enjoyed using technology to throw new obstacles at the agents.

Sometimes literally.

Unfortunately, your grumpy boyfriend, Bucky, just did not find any joy in training days. He didn’t like giving out instructions and praise unless it was you who was under him. He didn’t like supervising weak punches and miscalculated throws. And technology was just a straight-up no for him.

Usually, he could make himself useful with Steve, throwing out no-nonsense orders without making himself a massive part of the effort.

You were taking the elevator down to the gym floor. Fury had instructed you to check everything out and ensure everything went according to the itinerary. 

The doors open, and you glance around to ensure no immediate problems before letting your gaze fall on Bucky; his eyes are already on you. You offer him a bright smile, which he returns with a smirk, and your stomach flutters like it does every time you see him. You’re about 7 feet away from your boyfriend before you feel a hand on your lower back. You startle and turn around to face the newest agent. He has quickly climbed through all of SHIELD’s tests and proven himself to be of great value. He chatted you up last week at Tony’s charity ball, and you tried to let him down gently since you were already happily taken. Bucky was on a mission that day, and you didn’t want to add to his mental load by telling him about some punk who wouldn’t leave you alone.

Apparently, said punk, cannot take no for an answer.

“Back for more, cutie? You finally break up with your imaginary boyfriend?” Marcus teases, but really, he sounds more taunting than playful. You glance over your shoulder as you move away from his grip, and you already see Bucky glaring directly at the spot where Marcus’ hand was on your back. The stopwatch he was holding in his flesh hand shatters, and he doesn’t even flinch when Steve and Sam apologize for him, asking what was wrong as discreetly as they could but one glance over to where you were uncomfortably held hostage by the lean brunet man told them everything they needed to know. 

Bucky cracks his neck, rolling his shoulders up as he stalks towards you two. His looming presence is felt before you can see him in your peripheral vision. You glance up at him and take an instinctive step back toward his hulking body, breathing a sigh of relief because Marcus has to let up now.

He doesn’t.

“Oh hey, Sergeant Barnes, if you don’t mind I’m actually trying to talk to this chick so…” 

The way he talks about you as if you’re not right there makes you physically recoil. Bucky’s eyes harden; he’s not even squaring up to his full stature, and he already easily dwarfs Marcus. Bucky takes a step forward, and everyone in the room comes to a standstill. Everyone shuddering at the sheer anger rolling off of Bucky and the stupidity of Marcus.

Marcus huffs out a laugh. Maybe he gets a little pasty when he’s nervous because he seems to be digging himself a deeper hole when he says something about how many girls fall at his feet and Sarge, you've got to calm down. She’s not worth all that.

In an instant, Steve and Sam command everyone to return to their tasks, and the room begins to bustle again, but with a specific weary energy that was not there before. The very next second, Marcus is picked up by the collar of his black t-shirt and slammed against the wall, the room rattling with the force of it as all the recruits try to ignore the spectacle before them. 

“Touch her again, and I will kill you,” Bucky promises. “If you look at her, I will kill you. If you even think about her, I will fucking kill you. Understand?” His voice is a low grumble, the words resounding and reverberating as you watch Marcus sputter out panicked apologies and his flailing body while Bucky still looks so self-assured and composed. It's as if he’s not scaring a man to death while simultaneously making you drool.

You call out Bucky’s name, and he looks at you over his shoulder, pinning Marcus with one final glare and shove before letting him go as the agent does the walk of shame to the washroom. It’s almost like you’re frozen in your spot. You’ve seen Bucky get aggressive on missions before, but watching him be so willing to defend you, stand up for you when you couldn’t, not even hesitating for a second when he threatened to kill for you. And the worst part is, you were confident he was dead serious. 

Even worse, something about the principle of the situation was really doing it for you.

On the outside, it might have seemed like you were in shock or panic due to the agents’ actions, so Bucky whisked you away to a private interrogation room on the floor above the gym. The whole elevator ride there, his hand is protectively on your lower back, and you just watch the rigid set of his jaw and the anger and possessiveness written all over his features with unmistakable doe eyes. The air in the elevator is thick, and neither of you says a word. Before you know it, Bucky is easily lifting you and placing you on the metal table in the middle of the dull room, and his eyes are scanning yours for any hint of panic or if you’re upset. His hands cup your face gently, the cool vibranium soothing against your heated skin, and he finally breaks the silence. “You’ve gotta say something, baby. Are you okay? After this, that idiot’s going to be gone. I’m sorry if seeing me like that upset you, sweetheart-” Your rushed words cut off his ramble, “I thought that was really hot.” You say quietly and watch as Bucky’s face contorts from one of worry to one of confusion. 

“The way you stood up for me, you were so nonchalant about killing for me. I can’t lie, James. That kind of did something for me.” You continue, biting your lip and scanning him for his reaction, hoping he didn’t take your words in the wrong way. 

He’s silent for a moment. His chest moving steadily with each breath against yours. 

The next moment, his lips are pressed against yours, and you let a surprised squeak out. Your mouth slots open when his wandering hands roughly squeeze your thigh through your satin pants, getting dangerously close to the heat pulsing between your thighs. Taking advantage of your open mouth, Bucky slips his tongue inside your mouth and you buck your hips to seek some friction against your needy core. The kiss is passionate and renders your breathless as he consumes all of your senses. All you can think, see, smell, hear, and feel is James. 

His name falls from your lips in a gasp, you reluctantly pull away to catch your breath, letting your head lull to the side when he peppers sloppy kisses all over your jaw, trailing down your neck and biting and licking on your sweet spot. You swat at his firm bicep, “You’re gonna leave a mark James, stop it.” Your attempt at scolding him is weak, even to your own ears.

You feel Bucky smirk against your sensitive neck, his wandering hands cupping your ass and shamelessly groping and swatting at you. “Oh really? That’s too bad baby. Gonna be a pain to cover up.” He remarks, voice dripping in cockiness.

You scoff and bite back a whimper when he grinds his undoubtedly hard length against your clothed center. Your hands shoot out to stabilize yourself by holding onto his shoulders, a shiver crawling up your spine when a particularly slow grind nudges your aching clit. “You’re such a bad influence you know that?” Your voice lacks any real conviction. Your hips move in tandem with his, both of you sharing messy kisses and your bodies thrumming with lust and pent up energy. 

“I’ll kill anyone who even thinks about looking at you.” Bucky says assuredly, and you can’t help the mewl that escapes your lips at his words. Your hands shakily going to undo his black jeans as he messily pulls yours pants down, being considerate enough not to rip them considering there was still a little more than an hour until the SHIELD training day was over. “Bucky I need you, need you to please-” Your voice is shaky and desperate, as you struggle to unbutton his jeans. He shushes you gently, cooing at you sweetly as he easily unbuttons his jeans, just enough for you to promptly pull out his erect cock. Your mouth practically waters at his length and girth, and you spit onto your hand and begin rubbing his length, swiping your thumb gently over the tip making him hiss and push his hips into your hand. 

You bite your lip and look up at him through hooded eyes, and he slaps your hand away before tearing your panties in half, the top half covering your swollen clit and the bottom scrap of fabric falling limply against the cool table. You barely have time to scold him for ripping your panties before he’s shoving his whole length inside you in one fluid thrust. Your back arches, your legs wrapping around his waist as your buddy erupts in a shiver, a short scream escaping your lips. He swallows the noise with his mouth pressed against yours as he grunts into your mouth, waiting only a short second before he begins to thrust inside you. His thrusts are slow but hard, making the heavy metal table scrape against the floor with the force of each pass of his hips into yours. 

“You’re mine, mine to touch. Mine to have. Mine to take care of.” Bucky grunts out, his movements picking up in pace as emotion swirls in his voice, his metal hand covering your neck, forcing you to stay upright in a position that allowed you to feel all of him. You sob out, digging your nails into his bicep and nodding your head, already succumbing to that foggy feeling you felt when you were so close to your boyfriend. He tuts at you, swatting your face with his flesh hand with enough force to make you moan out and clench around his length. 

“Nuh-uh sweetheart, you’re not going dumb on me that quick. Use your words, tell me you’re mine. Tell me I’m yours.” His voice is commanding and you force yourself to look at him, pulling on his shirt and tugging on his dog tugs to get him closer, your foreheads pressing against each other as his thrusts continue to get faster. “I’m yours James, only yours. You’re only mine. No one else. Just you.” Your words are slurred as he groans out a good girl in approval and decides that he wants your shirt off. He skillfully manages to slip your navy blue long-sleeve off and unhooks your bra in one motion, freeing your tits to the cold air of the room, forcing the buds into sensitive peaks which Bucky is quick to take advantage of. His hands squeeze and pull at your tits, tugging and pinching cruelly at your nipples making you whine. 

Your bodies are pressed so close to one another, each pull of his hips making his pelvis rub against your aching clit, stray tears streaming down your face and your chest heaving and pushed up against Bucky.

If anyone were to walk in right now the picture would be nothing short of debauched. You completely bare on the table, Bucky completely clothed. Getting absolutely plowed if the screech of the metal against the floor was anything to go by. Your moans get higher in pitch and volume making Bucky grunt, another swat to your cheek making your brain foggy. “Shut the fuck up slut. You want everyone to see you getting fucked like the bitch in heat you are?” But if your moans and increasing wetness are anything to go by, yes, a deep and dark part of you does want that. Bucky laughs at you, shaking his head in faux disbelief and you wrap your lips around his dog tags, enjoying the soothing sensation brought by the cool metal. Bucky looks down at your lips wrapped around the dog tags he never seemed to take off and he let out a wrecked sound. You clench around him at the sound making his rhythm falter.

Before you can even process the loss of his proximity, your back is flat against the table and his dog tags are now around your neck, landing on your chest and glimmering in the dull fluorescent lighting of the room. Bucky slams himself back inside of you, the unmistakable squelch of your wetness filling up the room alongside both of your noises of pleasure. Your high-pitched and pornographic mewls and his low grunts and deep groans. You cry out his name as your head lulls to the side, eyes shutting in bliss as your fingers move to give your aching clit some attention. But Bucky lets out a disappointed grunt, grabbing your jaw in his hand and forcing you to maintain eye contact. “Look away from me again and I won’t let you cum for a fucking week stupid baby.” Bucky threatens. “You better fucking pay attention to who’s fucking you dumb. No need to close your eyes and imagine when you’ve got the real thing right here.”

Each of his words ignites a newfound purpose in Bucky as he pounds into you impossibly harder, his hand swatting against your cheek again and wrapping around your neck, keeping you in place to take all of his thrusts. He knows you always struggle to keep your eyes open and you don’t doubt that he will follow through on his threat. He has always enjoyed testing your weakness and pushing your limits. 

“Feels s’good. You’re so big Jamie. S’big, so good s’too good.” Your words are breathy and frail, your fingers rubbing quick circles around your aching button. A mean laugh rumbles in his chest as he watches the way his dog tags move with your tits, the sight is intoxicating and fuels Bucky to continue his torment. “There she is my dumb little baby. Couldn’t help yourself huh? Can’t help the way your brain goes quiet when I have my dick inside you.” His words should be humiliating but they only spur you on, your fingers on the verge of cramping but the jolts of pleasure are so overwhelming you can’t stop. “Jus’ need you. Need you to make it better. ‘M yours Daddy, only yours.” 

“That’s it baby, I know, I know it feels so good huh. Daddy’s here baby, Daddy’s gonna take care of his needy baby.” Bucky’s head falls back on a moan when you clench around him, your walls pulsing and a ring of cream forming around the base of his cock. Your orgasm was surely just a few moments away and Bucky’s lips curled up in a smirk.

He folds your legs at the knee, sliding you closer to him with the pressure he has on your throat, the angle making him rub against your sweet spot with each deliriously pleasurable thrust. You squeal out his name, getting even louder than before and he shoves his dog tags into your mouth, muffling your garble out unintelligeble pleads to cum. With one hand Bucky squeezes your throat, and with the other he pinches at your nipples, tugging the sensitive flesh before trailing his hand down your body and slapping your hand away from your clit, he moves his lips down to your ears, licking up your earlobe before whispering his command, “Cum. Cum right fucking now or you don’t get to cum at all.” His fingers pinch your clit and the sudden burst of pain has you tensing your legs up, squealing out nonsense around the dog tags in your mouth and reaching your peak. Your body shakes against the table as Bucky pounds you through your high, his words of encouragement falling on deaf ears as you teeter between consciousness and unconsciouness. His body overwhelming your mind and soul. 

His fingers release your throat and you look up at him with watery eyes, bringing him down to rest your foreheads against each other as he nears his own high. Your lips are pressing against each other, “There isn’t a single person in the world I wouldn’t kill for you. I would do anything for you. You are everything to me.” Bucky murmurs in a pussy-drunk stupor. But the words are true, he has said them to you before and will say them a thousand times again. You taught him how to live again, not just survive. 

A broken cry falls from your lips from sensitivity and Bucky’s impassioned thrusts turn sloppy as he moans out your name, pulling you impossibly closer as he fills you with his cum. At the feeling of being completely stuffed by him, your second release is triggered and you shake in his hold as he comes down from his high. He presses lazy kisses against your lips and rubs his hands soothingly up and down your body, easing you out of your submissive state. He gently pulls himself out, using the handkerchief he carries around to wipe your thighs clean, but letting his cum keep your pussy messy. He quickly wipes himself off and helps you dress yourself. 

A few more giggly kisses and you’re pretty much ready to go back down to the gym. Just in time to catch the final thing on today’s agenda: sparring. Bucky walks one step behind you, his hand back again on your lower back protectively as a path is cleared to the front of the ring where your friends are supervising Marcus and another recruit preparing for the second round of their match. Natasha and Wanda offer you knowing smirks and you roll your eyes with heat creeping up cheeks as you shyly glance up at Bucky through your eyelashes to find him already looking at you with a stupid smile. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek and watches with intent as Steve and Sam coach their respective agents. 

“Looking strong, Marcus!” Bucky calls out and you swat his chest making him laugh. Marcus takes one look at you, Bucky’s dog tags now around your neck and falling on your shirt, teeth imprints on your neck, and swollen lips. Poor Marcus falters, and the other recruit takes advantage of his distraction and easily tackles him to the ground, winning the second round. Bucky takes a single step closer to the ring where Sam is helping Marcus up, and the smirk on your arrogant boyfriend’s face is adorable. “Better luck next time buddy,” he says supportively. Sam flicks Bucky in the forehead, unable to hide the smile on his face, “Dumbass.”

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being so desperate for steve harrington’s cock that even as you’re wailing and your chest is shuddering with needy breaths, you’re begging him to keep going.

“no, no— don’t stop, don’t stop, please steve,” gasping wetly and sobbing into his shoulder as he’s trying to pull out, doesn’t wanna hurt you, “please. it’s gotta fit, need you to fit in me, please don’t stop—“

“you’re killing me.” steve’s voice is strained, sounds just as desperate as you do, grips the base of his dick as he tries yet again to pull out only to have the vice grip of your thighs around his waist pulling him back in, “shit, fuck. don’t wanna hurt you and here you go… almost like you’re wantin’ it to hurt.”

you mouth hot against his mole flecked skin, tongue grazing over flushed, burning hot flesh, “you feel me opening for you, right?” you mumble, desperate and almost pathetic, “brand me with it. let me feel you for days. don’t care if it hurts, want you to hurt me.”

steve grunts low, sound akin to a growl as he bullies himself in an extra inch, almost like he can’t physically stop himself, and you’re shaking like a leaf under him. clinging onto him with sharp nails, hips swivelling to adjust to the intrusion, a sob ripping from your chest.

the hand wrapped around the base of his length brushes over your puffy opening as they meet, and steve shudders visibly as the backs of his fingers come into contact with the sopping wet heat of your pussy.

“you’re so desperate, god,” steve’s voice is barely above a murmur, free hand loosely wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you out of your hiding spot in his shoulder.

the eye contact, fingers buried deep in your hair is almost enough to have you tapping out. he stares at you with an intensity that almost makes you feel sick, body flushed hot with a new level of primal desire. you keen into him, neck arching as he pulls lightly at your tresses.

“baby. you look so pretty. begging for me to wreck you like this.” he speaks like he’s in awe, honey flecked eyes swirling with lust and want. he pushes in a bit further, relishes at the sickly sweet moan that he punches out of you, “louder, baby. want to hear every noise you make when i take you apart.”

[artbyblastweave]

Playing through Fallout:New Vegas for the first time in years. And I'm developing a newfound appreciation for the damage done to the intended pacing of the narrative with the addition of the Courier's Stash. I wake up in Goodsprings, and as part of the extended tutorial you have Ghosttown Gunfight, the fairly self-contained faction war between Goodsprings and the Powder Gangers. And the design intent, I think, is that this is probably supposed to be a pain in the ass, with only one or two avenues of support available to you given the low level at which you'll pick this one up. Six Powder Gangers, some in body-armor, would be a serious threat, and committing to fighting against that with your dinky 9mm and a varmint rifle seems like a rough time! An actual uphill battle, doing the right thing instead of the easy thing. Fortunately, Benny inexplicably left my handy 40mm grenade launcher in the grave with me, so I cleaned up.

I'm working my way south, and, you know, in a version of the game where Benny didn't inexplicably leave my handy 40mm grenade launcher in the grave with me, this would have been the knock-on effect of my "good" Karmic choice in defending Goodsprings; the road south is littered with powder gangers who'd have been neutral had I not kicked the hornet's nest. As it stands? Free experience. I hit Primm, and fighting through the cramped hallways of the Bison Steve I encounter an enemy armed with what was clearly supposed to be the first heavy weapon I'd encounter in the world. Tight Corridors. Inexplicable Grenade Launcher. I clean up. South I go to the Mojave outpost, Nipton, that whole thing. And clearly, clearly you aren't meant to take a swing at Vulpes here, right? You're supposed to take it in, get a sense for the legion. In the version of the game that shipped you're supposed to get bodied if you try to kick the beef gate here. There are allowances in the game for if you pull it off, sure, but I did try with just the service rifle, without the glorious first-strike capabilities afforded to me by the 40mm grenade launcher that Benny inexplicably left in the grave with me. It didn't go very well!

So now I'm dogged by Legion hit squads on my way to Novac, which I get the distinct impression was not the point in the game at which this was supposed to start happening to me, because I am gathering up some pretty expensive equipment, all sold for space. I punch through to Vegas, and at this stage, the clear developer intent is that you need to spend some time milling around Freeside or Camp McCarran in order to gain access to the Strip- do odd jobs to scrape up the money, buy the forgery from Mick and Ralphs, gain monorail access, get your science skill high enough to hack the robot. Get the lay of the land, get a feel for the people, send some time stewing in the human cost of House's walled garden before you head in and hear the pitch from the big man himself.

Except I've got 5000 caps from selling off all the legion killteam equipment. In I go!

And the fun thing is, right, the Courier's stash can't be diegetic, but it is having a very direct impact on the world here. A top legion guy just went down to my inexplicable 40mm grenade launcher. Whatever else I'm roleplaying as, I am roleplaying as a guy who woke up in the possession of an inexplicable 40mm grenade launcher, and neither I nor my character can plausibly ignore that fact given its terrible bloodstained utility. I play a man, a man who would be a good man, a man nonetheless bewitched by the terrible resolutory power of the grenade launcher. My best friend, the inexplicable 40mm grenade launcher! My worst enemy, the inexplicable 40mm grenade launcher!

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[navybrat817]

Jawbreaker

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky put a mouthy rookie in his place. Word Count: Over 800 Warnings: Established relationship, mention of injury, misogyny, punching, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes defending you (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: I'm dedicating this to @whisperlullaby , who got to read this in advance, because she deserves this man (along with the rest of you). ❤️Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

A small part of Bucky felt bad as he idly wiped his hand with a towel. A very small part.

He didn’t want people to fear him because of his past and he refused to let it define him. That meant that he tried his best to avoid violent tactics unless absolutely necessary.

But today, well, fuck that. The fucker had it coming.

Steve stood in front of him, his blue eyes narrowed as he waited for his best friend to acknowledge him.

Oh, Bucky expected some sort of reprimand, but he was sure Steve would change his tune in a minute or so.

“You gonna ask me what happened, punk, or glare at me until I talk?” He asked, tossing the towel away.

The blonde huffed out a laugh, but he didn’t look amused. “Why did you break that rookie’s jaw?”

Bucky tilted his head. “What’s the phrase? He fucked around and found out.”

You would’ve been proud of him for that reference.

Steve shook his head when Sam burst out laughing a few feet away. “Sam, please,” he begged, though his mouth twitched like he was trying not to smile. “What did the guy do?”

A bitter taste flooded Bucky’s mouth as anger coursed through his veins again. He inhaled as he thought of your sweet smile and soft touch before he exhaled, the storm inside of him calming.

“Buck, you gotta tell us something,” Steve urged, needing some sort of information to try and do some damage control.

The brunette straightened up to look his friend in the eyes, wanting him to see the fury beneath the cold mask. “He told my girl to throw an apron on and get back in the kitchen when she went to spar.”

You, one of the most capable agents Bucky had ever known.

You, who had shown nothing but kindness to everyone, even when they didn’t deserve it.

The person Bucky was lucky enough to call his other half. His better half.

And some asshole rookie had the gall to treat you as if you didn’t belong there with the rest of them.

Sam was no longer laughing. Steve’s jaw clenched in understanding.

Bucky swallowed, that fury threatening to surface again as he remembered the hurt that filled your eyes at the comment. “You know I’d support anything she wants to do, whether that’s working or staying at home. It doesn’t give some prick the right to make her feel bad for her decision.”

“You know I don’t like bullies, but breaking his jaw?” Steve questioned. The guy deserved it, but did the punishment actually fit the crime?

“When she walked away, he said to come back when she was ready to see what a real man could do for her,” he said, the words coming out like a snarl.

The way you tensed up, fear and disgust flickering on your face, he didn’t think. A switch inside of him went off and he swung.

The fucker was lucky that all he got was a broken jaw. He could’ve done so much worse.

And it wasn’t that you couldn’t defend yourself because you could, but you shouldn’t have to put up with garbage like that.

A cracking sound echoed in the room before he realized he crushed the armrest of his seat. “Fuck. I’ll pay for that,” he mumbled, kicking a bit of the broken piece with his boot. “Can you just tell me how much trouble I’m in so I can get back to my girl?”

He didn’t care if he they suspended or even fired him as long as he got back to you.

The room stayed silent before Sam mused, “Technically, what the rookie did counts as harassment.”

Steve nodded. “And I’m sure Nat can persuade him not to sue for the injury he received,” he added, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We’ll take care of it, Buck. Just. No more breaking jaws, okay?”

“When it comes to my girl, I make no promises,” Bucky smiled, his heart racing at the thought of you. “And maybe he’ll think twice before he opens his mouth again.”

“The damage you did, I don’t think he can open his mouth at all,” Sam mumbled.

Bucky’s phone went off before he could comment, his heart swelling as he read your text. He had to bite back a groan, too.

“Thank you again, Jawbreaker. I love you and I’ll be on my knees waiting for you.”

You wanted to thank him not just with words, but with your body and heart. It all belonged to him, like he belonged to you.

And he didn’t need to tell Steve and Sam what the message said since it was just for the two of you. “Love you, too, baby. Nothing to thank me for, but I’m on my way. Be ready.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Maybe we'll see how you "thank" Bucky down the road. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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something about billy and steve having a moment together after that night

billy going to the quarry for a smoke a few days later after getting it from neil

steve going there himself because he has shit to think about and he doesn’t wanna be around anyone

steve seeing billy and being all wow i really got you good, huh?

and billy just laughs and flips him off, tells him in your dreams, harrington

and steve doesn’t ask anything else

doesn’t say anything else

just sits on the hood of his car and stares out, sighs when he checks his pockets and remembers he doesn’t have any cigarettes with him

and then billy’s there, next to him, must’ve gotten out of the camaro at some point because he’s there, telling steve to move his ass so billy can sit with him

and steve just stares at him, frowns maybe, tries to make a joke and asks if billy’s gonna throw him over the edge

but billy doesn’t find it funny, just says fine and gives a small fuck you as he turns to leave

but steve stops him, tells billy to stop being such a dramatic bitch and just sit with him then

and billy offers him one of his cigarettes and they just

sit together, in silence

and they stay silent as they part ways, as they get into their own cars and drive off

and neither one is sure what it is exactly, but it feels like something’s changed between them