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[onsunnyside]

HAMMMMM ok sunsun how abput step bro ari and his pervy fratbros after the night they ignore naive reader and after bucky finds out and she went to ari’s bed i want to know what happened in the morning so badddddd🫣🫣🫣🫣🫠🫠🫠🫠😭😭😭😭

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you want to know huh 😼: [party drabble | morning after drabble] consider this a snippet bc it’ll be in the fic !!

A heavy sigh sounds through the room when Steve enters, his head is hung low and and he’s holding his sketchbook.

“She’s ignoring you too?”

“Yup.” He answers short, joining the rest of the dejected frat boys. He flips open to the empty page, the blank white just waiting for your body to be drawn with graphite. “She promised to be my model too.”

“Well that was before you brushed her off like she was nothing.”

“If I brushed her off, all of you did too.”

Their conversation is cut short when you walk into the living room, clad in one of Ari’s comfiest sweaters and your feet tucked into those cute slippers.

“Hey, duck! You wanna take a ride on my motorcycle today? We can go get ice cream.” Curtis greets happily, or desperately.

“What if we take a walk to the park? We can feed the ducks, I know you love that.” Steve is still sore from when you first ignored him, but he wants to keep trying until you at least look at him.

“Baby, c’mere.” Another voice speaks up.

You tuck your hands into your pockets and step over their long legs to get to the other, older frat boy in the love seat. You flash him a sweet smile and sit in his lap, “yes, Andy?”

The brunet smirks, grateful he had to skip the party last night. Currently, Steve and Curtis are the only ones on your grudge list. He heard you make up with Ari earlier this morning—the whole house must’ve heard too.

“What are your plans today?” He rubs your hip.

“Nothin’… I was gonna go to my dorm for a bit. Maybe hang out with Bucky!”

Your words are followed by two deep grunts.

“You’re going to leave?” Curtis asks, his frown only deepening when you don’t answer. “Ducky.” He tries again.

Andy’s touch trails up to your cheek, lightly pinching the flesh. “You don’t wanna talk to them, sweet baby?”

You shake your head, hiding away in the crook of his neck. You can feel their gazes burning through your skull.

“That’s okay—”

“No it isn’t!”

“You have me and Lloyd, and your big brother to keep you company today, tomorrow, however long you need.”

Steve and Curtis grit their teeth, seconds away from prying you out of Andy’s big hands. It was unfair enough that they have to share you with each other, now that slim timeframe was nonexistent because of some sorority whores.

They weren’t you, no one was like you.

“How about we go out for dinner? You, me, Lloyd and Ari. Get out of the house, maybe see a movie later too?” Andy says loud enough for the other guys to hear.

“Can Bucky come too?” You ask quietly, shivering as his fingers rub the back of your neck. “I-I, uh… he’s really nice to me…”

Those grunts again.

“Of course, duck. Not like we need the space in the car for anyone else.”

me thinks… reader has a little crush on Bucky 🫡 am I smelling a rivalry between him and stepbro!ari 😳😳

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can i request a baby blurb with getting in an argument with steve but still want to cuddle at head

you stomped against the floor getting ready for bed, seeing steve sitting on the bed.

turning the lights off, you hear him sigh and close his book putting it on the nightstand.

like normal, you come to his side wishing him goodnight and kissing him good night, you’ve done the same but not saying goodnight.

getting under the covers, you get your self adjusted before turning your back towards him.

you didn’t hear him move closer to you.

“cuddles.” you demanded, hearing him chuckle softly he wraps his arms around you, smiling when you snuggle closer to him.

“i’m mad but i wanna feel you.” you grumbled.

“goodnight baby.” steve didn’t say anymore, just kissing the top of your head.

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[onsunnyside]

i just had some devils lettuce last night and I’m still coming off of that so my horny thought is this, in fi, thinking about little duck going out to grab a drink or find ari or whatever, thinking about her walking out on them all smoking and stuff, thinking about her asking for a hit.

she’d be ALL OVER the boys and they would love it (ari would sit in a chair pouting because he wants all the attention) when I get high i get horny, so I’m thinking about duck being VERY vocal about all the things she either wants done or gets done to her. calling them all daddy, and at some point ari has had enough, and he scoops her up so he can fuck the shit out of her in front of all his friends

thinking about dummy duck and her hot dilf daddies 😌

"You have such a pretty mouth." You stare at him in a daze, wiggling on his lap needily, "I've always wondered what they feel like..."

"That's enough, duck." Ari huffs.

"I'm just sayin'... Ransom has such a pretty smile. Really pink lips."

The brunet grins, "thank you, dummy duck." He rubs up your thigh, pushing your shorts higher, "You wanna feel them? I could make you feel real good, just gotta take these off."

"M-My shorts?" You gasp when his fingers trace closer to your core, slipping under the seam to your cotton panties. "I dunno..." You lean closer as if telling him a secret, "I'm, uh, a little wet down there, so I'm embarrassed. Please don't tell Ari."

"That's okay, duck. No need to be embarrassed, that just means you want some attention down here." The tips of his fingers dip under the band, getting a feel of your panties that weren't a little wet, they were soaked. You moan quietly when he circles your clothed clit, "I could show you what my mouth feels like on your cute cunt—"

"All right, that's enough." You squeak as you're swept up into two big arms. "Duck needs to sleep. I'll bring her to bed." Then, Ari is gone and so are you, and Ransom is left with a tent in his pants.

"That's so unfair." Steve laughs, all the other frat brothers witnessed the whole ordeal, but also got to watch Ari slowly lose control. From little disgruntled huffs to slamming his beer on the table and stealing you away.

"I made her wet—"

"You sure it wasn't from when she was on my lap?" Lloyd smirks, holding up two fingers, "she said I have nice hands and just couldn't stop kissing them, she even made me touch her tits before someone took her away." He looks pointedly at Steve who just shrugs.

"Hey, it was my weed. So honestly, we all have me to praise." Curtis says proudly, slumped in his chair with your beloved stuffie in his lap, "I take gratitude in cash and more weed, thank you very much."

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Saving Grace: Chapter Thirty-Two

Another day, another disaster broadcast on the news, leaving Grace wondering if she'll see her boys again.

Tennessee, at least the little town where Harry lived, was charmingly quaint and reminded Grace a lot of the little town in the Midwest she had grown up in. The only difference was the mountains. Despite it being a work trip, there was time to enjoy leisurely activities and since Grace had arrived on a Friday, Harry had insisted on taking her hiking on Saturday.

“So, how long can I expect you to be hunkering down here?” Harry asked as they made their way up a popular trail in the area. Grace had said she wanted to see a waterfall and he knew just the spot. She raised a brow at him. “C’mon, Grace,” he sighed, “I saw on the news that there was some sort of disruption at Stark Tower. The next morning you call and say you’re headed my way so we can finish our proposal together in person.”

“Sorry,” she felt heat in her face, having been caught withholding information. “I mean, I did want to get away from home for a little while after what happened, that’s the truth and I probably should’ve told you, but since I can’t give all the details, I thought it best to avoid entirely.”

Harry shrugged and they kept plodding along on the dirt trail. It was a brisk morning, chilly enough to require a fleece pullover. The leaves were changing and it made Grace homesick for Steve and their motorcycle rides upstate. They went weekly for hikes and to visit local farmstands and secondhand shops. Tony liked to tease them for behaving like an old married couple, throwing in the predictable jabs about Steve’s age, but he always relented when they pulled out whatever gift they had bought him while out, usually some kind of fruit preserves, baked good, or some mechanical trinket they’d found at a thrift store.

“I suppose I should consider it a compliment that you feel safe with me.”  

“You did walk me back to my dorm any time we were out past dark for class or study group,” Grace pointed out. “I think you’re the closest I’ve got to a big brother.”

Harry laughed and flung an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side.

“Be careful what you say,” he cautioned. “Kid sisters get noogies.”

“Don’t you dare!”

The waterfall was delightful and so was the microbrewery that he took her too the next day for lunch and drinks. The next few days she spent shadowing him in his office during the day then the two of them would huddle over their laptops together at his kitchen table to work on the necessary foundational prep for their charity. There weren’t any hotels or motels in the area with any availability, so Harry had insisted she stay in his guest room. He had a little piece of property a few miles out of town and Grace could sit out on the rocking-chair front porch in the morning, listening to the birds and sipping her coffee. The first two days were idyllic and peaceful, but Grace couldn’t help the gnawing worry for the safety of her father and her boyfriend. It didn’t help that cell service was spotty out there in rural Appalachia.

“Give me something,” she wandered around the porch trying to get signal one morning. Harry had already gone into his practice and she was supposed to meet him in an hour. He’d insisted she sleep in that morning, since she hadn’t been able to sleep much, worry consuming her thoughts. “Come on!” She growled, seeing the bars on her phone flicker in and out of existence. “Goddam it.”

She hadn’t gotten any pings in the last few days from her notification system that alerted her whenever the news had a new story about Tony, Iron Man, Steve, Captain America, or the Avengers, so she considered it a sign that they were, at the very least, still alive and working on solving the Ultron problem.

Not that a lot of what they would do would make it into the news anyway. Unless something goes catastrophically wrong and impacts the public, most of their work stays under wraps.

Wandering out into the yard, her bare feet freezing in the chilly morning dew, she continued to search for signal.

“Ah ha!”

Two bars materialized and she froze, holding her phone at an arm’s length above her head, tilting just enough so that she could properly see the screen. There weren’t any news notifications, but there were a few texts from Pepper, encouraging her to come to California after her visit with Harry if things weren’t resolved by the end of her trip.

“Nothing from Steve,” she sighed. She knew he couldn’t exactly take a break in the middle of superhero-ing to text or call, but still part of her hoped. “I just wish I knew he was ok.”

Giving in to the screaming pain signals in her feet, which were turning red from the cold, she hobbled back into the house and got ready for the rest of her day. Seeing patients with Harry took her back to their med school days and they always passed by quickly. As they were preparing to head out for lunch, the news station playing on the television in the waiting room caught Grace’s ear.

“We take you now to a developing situation in Eastern Europe,” the female anchor announced over top of a breaking news alert sound. The image on the screen changed from the anchor to footage that looked to be from someone’s smart phone, recording people running through streets and being waved into a S.H.I.E.L.D. hellicarier by agents, including Hill. She caught sight of Steve, in his suit, getting women and children safely aboard and her chest clenched. “The micronation of Sokovia is under attack by an unidentified source. The motivation behind the attacks is unclear but we are being told that a team of robots has…” she trailed off, and Grace wondered why until she began to speak again, her disbelief evident. “Witnesses state that the entire country has been unearthed and taken airborne. We will bring you more information as this story develops.”

“Oh my god,” Grace felt like she might throw up.

“It is unclear who is behind this or what their intention is, but the Avengers, as you can see, are on the scene. We’ve been informed that all citizens of Sokovia who were trapped on the landmass when it was taken airborne have since been rescued and evacuated.”

“Grace, sit down,” Harry’s voice seemed to come to her from miles away, but he gently took her by the arm and guided her to a chair, getting her to sit. “Angie, can we change the channel, please?”

“No!” Grace went wide eyed and reached out to grab Harry by the arm. “Don’t turn it off. I need to know.”

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

Some of his staff wandered into the waiting room, equally glued to the news report, trying to make sense of what was happening. It didn’t seem to make much sense, why robots would unearth a city and haul it into the sky. But Grace knew. She had heard Ultron’s declaration of intent, his desire to annihilate the human race. It wasn’t that hard to piece together.

“It’s a meteor,” she whispered.

“What?” Harry gaped as he knelt in front of her. Grace locked her eyes on his.

“Mass extinction event,” she said quietly, hoping no one else in the room heard her. “He wants to wipe out humanity.”

“Shit.”

Harry dropped to a seat beside her, the color draining from his face. He tapped the heel of one foot rapidly, his whole leg bouncing, a habit she knew he only displayed when he was afraid. He had done it a lot during particularly difficult exams and practicals. They watched as the news carried on without really revealing anything new. Live footage had begun from European stations, though all they could do was point their cameras at the landmass hovering higher and higher in the sky, and speculate.

Suddenly, a ball of red light, like whirling smoke burst into the air at surface level of the city and the local news crew who had been filming all began talking rapidly in their native language.

“We’re not sure what that explosion was,” the female anchor’s voice came over the feed again. “We’re trying to get answers and will forward them along to you once we have them.”

The speculation played for what felt like an eternity but was really no more than fifteen minutes, if that, before what appeared to be a quintjet departed from the landmass. The news anchor was speculating over who might have been on the quintjet and why, when the entire city nation of Sokovia blew into millions of tiny pieces, and so did the robots that had been holding it aloft, eliciting shouts of panic and confusion from the onlookers below. Before the view cut away back to the female news anchor in her studio, Grace caught a glimpse of her dad, in his armor, flying away after the quintjet.

“It appears that the incident is over,” the anchor stated. “The motivations and perpetrator of the attack are still unclear, but the Avengers appear to once again have saved earth from outside threats. We will bring you more information as we receive it.”

Slowly, Grace felt the muscles in the entirety of her body unclench, starting with her jaw.

Dad’s safe. She felt the familiar burn of tears in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she could feel her bottom lip tremble. When she had gotten into Harry’s office that morning, she’d turned her phone off, standard practice for being in a doctor’s office. Now she fished it out and turned it back on, hoping to see something from her dad soon, letting her know this latest threat was over.

A text from Steve lit up her screen as soon as her phone booted up.

It’s over. We’re safe. Love you.

“Oh, thank god.” She felt like she could breathe again. Wiping her eyes, she typed out a reply.

I’m coming home. Will be there tomorrow. Love you, too.

“Is that the secret boyfriend?”

Grace nearly jumped out of her seat, having momentarily forgotten that anyone else existed in the same time and space as her. She realized in that instant, Harry had seen the picture of Steve that came up alongside every text he sent.

“Sorry,” Harry flashed a semi-apologetic smile, blushing with embarrassment. Grace simply nodded. “Didn’t mean to snoop. I get the secret part now.” He scratched the back of his neck. “And why I never stood a chance. Hell, I’d pick him over literally anyone else too.”

Grace couldn’t help but laugh, nudging him with her shoulder and Harry cracked up too.

“Come on,” he got up with a groan. “The world isn’t ending, I have patients to see, and you have to get home.”

“Are you mad I’m bailing before the week is up? We’re supposed to finish our proposal” She felt guilty, having come all that way only to flake before they could reach the finish line.

“We got some work done,” he shrugged. “And we’ll get more done from a distance. But I know you won’t be able to focus until you know firsthand that your dad and your boyfriend are all right. You head to the house, get your things, and get back to New York. I’ll be up in a few weeks, ok?”

Grace flung her arms around him in a hug, feeling comforted as he gently rubbed her back.

“Thanks, Harry,” she squinted her eyes shut and gave him a squeeze before letting go and stepping back.

“Anytime,” he smiled.

The drive back up to New York felt like it took forever and she didn’t get back to the tower until after one in the morning. Her dad had called her while she was on the road and let her know he was ok, that he loved her very much, and that he was going straight to California to be with Pepper. Since her dad wasn’t there, she rode the elevator straight to Steve’s floor and let herself into the apartment. The living room lights were still on and she found her boyfriend sprawled out on the couch, one hand under his head, mouth slightly ajar and snoring up a storm. It was so normal it made her laugh. She shut the door gently and left her suitcases by the door, tucked against the wall so they were out of the way, before heading over to the couch and sitting down lightly beside him, brushing his hair back. He had a few cuts and scrapes on his face and arms and Grace knew there were bruises she couldn’t see, but he didn’t look too beat up.

“Mmm,” he groaned happily and opened his eyes, still halfway asleep and groggy, a smile brightening his face. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Grace smiled, continuing to brush her fingers through his hair. “Were you trying to wait up for me?” He nodded and yawned. “Come on, let’s get you to bed. You can fill me in on everything in the morning.”

“Kay,” he mumbled.

Chapter Thirty-One

Masterlist

Chapter Thirty-Three

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A COVER BORN IN THE VAST, STARRY MINDSCAPES OF A TRUE AMERICAN MASTER.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on published cover art, an original painting, and a textless cover to "PARADISE X" Vol. 1 #1 [featuring the original Guardians of the Galaxy & the Avenging Host]. May, 2002. Marvel Comics. Artwork by Alex Ross

Resolution from largest to smallest: 1855x2800, 826x1250, & 853x1011.

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