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[wkemeup]

Every day is a new nightmare in this fucking county

[writingcroissant]

Acquaintances || Bucky Barnes x reader

(Re)read the first part here: [Keep it Going]

Summary: Bucky found his long lost love in a whole new century.

A/N: you guys i had to whip out my calculator so many times cause i kept getting confused with the ages and years and all – ALSO i was fighting with the obsessive half of my brain over whether to write a third part to this and foreshadow it in this one, but i’m not sure if i just gotta accept that the story is done and writing a third one might be stretching it … we’ll see i guess.

Warnings: literally so much fluff (like … it’s disgusting), tiny bit of war stuff, lil bit of SMUT at the end

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-1945-

Icy wind hits her bare calves, makes the skirt slap against her skin. She wraps her arms a little tighter around her body in an attempt to hold on to some of the warmth left from the dusty theatre air she left behind when she stepped outside just a second ago.

Giddy voices blare through the night, laughter streaming from the slowly closing door behind her, applause as yet another show comes to an end. It cuts down to a muffled drone once the door falls shut.

There aren’t as many people on the streets tonight as there were over the last couple of weeks. Post-war celebrations are slowly beginning to quiet down with people realising the full extent of the destruction. Many soldiers didn’t make it home - neighbours, spouses, parents. Survivors bring stories with them as they return, stories more gruesome than anyone could have imagined. Stories of blood and mass murder and war crimes beyond belief. Not many people feel like celebrating anymore these days.

She keeps an eye on a group of men on the other side of the street, lowers herself to the lowest step of the fire escape once she realises they’re just a couple of strangers, probably heading home.

She rubs her arms against the cold and squints into the darkness to make out some faces when the door to the theatre opens once again, releasing a fresh wave of noise into the street. She recognises the tune playing, knows the dance by heart. She should be up there right now. She wonders who took her place, wonders how much longer they’ll put up with her.

“Oh, not again, hun. You’ll freeze to death if ya keep that up.”

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[screamingrennergasm]

🥰 *swoon* So sweet!

[writingcroissant]

Keep It Going || Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky remembers a girl from the 40s, a girl not even Hydra could make him forget.

A/N: SHE’S BACK heyy - I’m not sure about this, it’s been sitting in my drafts FOREVER. It’s kinda long, kinda weird and yes, I totally stole the concept of Wolverine (without the claws though lol). Anyway, I hope you’re all doing okay in quarantine - stay safe and healthy!

Warnings: fluff, teeny bit angsty, war stuff, language maybe, also I couldn’t be bothered to proofread so please excuse any mistakes that might or might not occur

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Bucky blinks at the fluorescent light and lifts his right hand to scratch at his brow, sighing. His gaze flickers down to the motionless metal limb stretched out over stainless steel, and he shifts in his seat as his patience seeps away. He’s waited for twenty-three minutes already, and he’s starting to feel stupid sitting alone in a lab with his faulty arm spread out on a table, and no one around to fix it.

It’s not like he could get up and leave, either - the last thing he needs is a limp metal arm dangling from his shoulder. Sure, he could always rip out some cables himself. He could grab a screwdriver from the neat little row of tools that’s been carefully placed on the table just a little to his left, and start twisting away. But then again, the ever so present possibility of accidentally stopping his heart by ripping out the wrong cable, tightening the wrong screw, teaches him rather extensive patience.

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[screamingrennergasm]

I haven't been on here or read a new fic in ages! Happy to come back to quality content like this. Thanks for pulling me back in. 💜

[glxtter-n-stxrdust]

Happy birthday Steve Rogers

𝑅𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔 𝑖𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑒

[cassianandfenrysaremyboyos]

My taste in men? 200 years + and fictional

[screamingrennergasm]

Huh, apparently I have a type.

[thegaymccoy]

Representation matters.

Happy Star Trek Day!

[spiders-hth-is-an-outlier]

I was at DragonCon one year when Avery Brooks was on a panel, and a Black dude stood up and talked about how the year DS9 came on, he became the sole custodial guardian of his small son, and he was *terrified* and felt helpless, because he hadn’t really had a father himself, and he didn’t really know any Black fathers he particularly wanted to emulate, and no Black single fathers at all.  He talked about how every week he’d put his kid to bed and sit down and watch Deep Space Nine, and think to himself, “Okay, this, I want us to be this kind of father and son,” and how, silly as it might sound, the idea that Ben could be there for Jake, all the time, successfully, and earn his admiration and trust, was the only source he really had of inspiration, the only voice that was telling him he could handle this job. 

I swear to fuck there was a whole auditorium of people in tears by the time he was done, including both him and Brooks.  It was one of the most beautiful moments I ever saw about the sometimes bloodless-sounding term “representation,” and about fandom in general, and I will never forget it.

[screamingrennergasm]

I am literally in tears. Both these stories are so beautiful. Thank you Avery Brooks.

[eckvan]

objectively funniest scene in the show

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🤣🤣🤣🤣

[sambucksteven]

an angel

[screamingrennergasm]

Bucky is so proud. ♥️

[lightspeedsound]

I think ppl need to stop dismissing films like “crazy rich asians” and “to all the boys I loved before” as “cool for representation but just rom com fluff.”

Because like damn guys, sometimes I just don’t wanna deal with super deep narratives about identity and misogyny. Sometimes I just can’t handle the secondary trauma of movies like the joy luck club and maos last dancer. Sometimes I just need to escape into a happy place of light humor and hot people. And sometimes I want that happy place to show ppl who look like me.

Don’t knock escapism representation y’all.

[lightspeedsound]

Ppl are asking if it’s ok for white ppl to reblog

Answer: yes.

Would rather y’all reblog than speak over .

[eternal-dannation]

i legitimately and in all seriousness think harold and kumar go to white castle is a revolutionary film expressly because its a mediocre stoner film that happens to star two asian dudes

we deserve to have mediocre stoner films as much as the next group

[lightspeedsound]

Tbh Harold and Kumar is about two Asian bro’s fighting simultaneously against white toxic masculinity stereotypes and also a commentary on the problematic nature of model minority culture in America under the guise of just like…really loving weed, man.

Also launched the careers of two men who wouldn’t have gotten callbacks otherwise (not to mention Kal’s political activism !) So like…yeah.

Comedy —GOOD COMEDY—is subversive !

[tessghc]

Also just,, POC still have everyday lives you know?? We can still do shit that doesn’t always involve fighting racism. When you only portray the struggles of POC you fall into the “one narrative” trap and leave all other types of stories for white people. Representation won’t be good enough until we have it in all genres.

[swingandswirl]

Yep. Stories of BIPOC joy are just as important as stories of BIPOC pain. 

When you restrict media about BIPOC to just bad/heavy stuff, you say that only White people are capable of feeling the full spectrum of emotions, and that’s both BS and racist. 

[iprobablyneedcoffee]

Crazy Rich Asians is funny and cute, but it also explores very real/painful topics. And in the end, it is also an amazing Cinderella story.

Look at this raw ass line! Look at it! She beats the matriarch at mahjong and then tells her that no one else will ever be as good as her, and she comes from practically nothing. God. I love this movie.

In addition, look at this badass:

You can’t tell me this is a fluff movie. You can’t write this movie off like that. Not when this quote exists.

Also: look at this! One of the first scenes in the movie.

Right out the gate, the matriarch is disrespected and puts someone in their place.

Also, I enjoy that this stereotypical quote is flipped:

And we all need more Peik Lin in our lives:

I feel like this movie gets written off for being:

1. A comedy

2. A romantic comedy

3. About Asian people

It’s so much more.

[screamingrennergasm]

This! All of this. But especially Peik Lin.

[swanson]

The Winter Soldier // Bucky Barnes ↳The Falcon and the Winter Soldier - S01E04 - “The Whole World is Watching” // Captain America: The Winter Soldier

[screamingrennergasm]

Metal arm and knife porn. Bucky with a knife makes me swoon.

[namtan]

[screamingrennergasm]

Perfect recap.

[theimpossibleg1rl]

I’ve Heard Better

Chris Beck x reader

You saw him coming and you ducked into the lab. You'd been avoiding each other for weeks, trying so hard to not get discovered. Once had turned into multiple times, sneaking around once the others had fallen asleep.

If NASA knew, they'd have your asses. And the crew wouldn't be super thrilled either. "Hey, Y/N," he grinned, sliding into the lab, a mischievous grin on his face. "Beck," you said curtly, your eyes gesturing to Martinez, propped up on the exam table. He cleared his throat and stepped behind the computer, averting his eyes the best he could.

"Hey, Beck," Martinez said a bit too cheerfully for your liking, his eyes flickering between the two of you. "Let's hear one of those famous jokes." You rolled your eyes, beginning the examination. You needed to focus your mind, anything but Chris.

Oh god, anything but Chris.

Beck cleared his throat, his eyes briefly falling to you, noting your nervous behavior. "What did the astronaut say when he crashed into the moon?," he asked, another grin on his face and Martinez shrugged.

"I Apollo-gize."

Martinez chuckled, appreciating the absurdity of the joke before looking back up at you. "It's funny, Doc. Aren't ya gonna laugh?," he asked and you saw Beck look up at you expectantly. You grinned a bit, setting your stethoscope on the table beside you.

"Eh," you shrugged, looking unimpressed, "I've heard better."

You heard the air escape Beck's lungs. It was the ultimate insult and you knew it, knew you'd get a rise out of him. He scoffed, turning back to his computer. "Rude...," he muttered under his breath and you smiled to yourself.

You'd pay for it later.

Muttering something else, Martinez looked up at him. "What was that, Beck?," he asked and couldn't help but grin at Chris's sullen demeanor. "Nothin'," he grumbled, suddenly finding the computer screen oddly fascinating. "Hmm," Martinez hummed, shooting you an all-too knowing grin.

You blushed a bit and turned your back, typing something into your tablet. "All done, Rick," you told him and he nodded, hopping off the table. "See you around, Doc," he told you, waggling his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes.

“You, too, Beck."

Chris hummed a bit and didn't look up from his screen. You wondered briefly if you'd genuinely hurt his pride. "I was just messing with you," you said softly and he nodded curtly, still not looking up at you. You swallowed, your heart aching a bit. "Didn't want us to get caught, Beck. We'd be in deep. And I don't wanna stop...," you said honesty and he simply hummed again.

You sighed, resigning yourself to the fact that you had in deed upset him. You cleaned up, finishing your report and hanging up your lab coat. You paused for a minute and decided to do something, hoping it would work.

"What's an astronaut's favorite candy bar?," you asked softly and you heard him pause. You bit your lip, more nervous than you should have been. You paused a beat, watching as he still refused to look up at you. "A Marsbar," you deadpanned and waited, watching as his lips stretched into a small smile. "Ah, come on, Chris," you sighed and he finally looked up at you, grinning wider now.

“Eh," he shrugged, "I've heard better."

[softlyspector-deactivated202408]

You have my full support to ... you know ... write it 🌚

Listen if I knew how to be even remotely funny I would definitely try to

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So....I wrote it....

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Bucky stares down at her, a crease between his eyebrows. She's standing outside his apartment door, a fine night for an argument with her favorite neighbor. "There's no such thing as wizards."

"You tell me what I am then. Tell me what this sparkly hat on my head tells you," she says, staring back at him without blinking, just as frustrated as he seemed to be. He's sort of funny when he's frustrated, insolent and snarky.

He raises an eyebrow and shakes his head. "Not a wizard," he mocks.

"You say that as though it's obvious. Google defines a wizard as 'a man who has magical powers, especially in legends and fairy tales'. That makes nearly everyone you know a wizard."

"Are you a man?"

"Don't try to label me."

Bucky pinches the bridge of his nose, turning to walk back into his apartment, deliberately leaving the door open for her to follow closely. "Why do you have the definition of a wizard memorized?"

"Precisely for this reason," she says primly, seating herself at one of the barstools at his kitchen counter.

Bucky rolls his eyes, "Sorcerers exist. Doctor Strange, Wanda."

"Incorrect, again. Google defines a sorcerer as 'a person who claims or is believed to have magic powers; a wizard'. Wizard is in the definition of sorcerer."

He's frowning at her again, so she smiles, all teeth. Bucky just continues to stare at her, crossing his arms across his chest, "Did you know that you're the worst neighbor I've ever had?"

"Shouldn't have ever let me catch an Avenger living next door to me. Maybe you and Sam should be more conspicuous with your comings and goings."

She catches the corner of his mouth twitch, a slight sign of amusement that buoys her up and makes her continue on, "There is also the argument to be had about the nature of wizards and sorcerers. Leading wizard versus sorcerer intellectuals propose that a wizard is born an ordinary person and learns magic while a sorcerer is is simply born as such."

She tilts her head to the side and straightens the pointy hat on her head, blue shimmering dust drifting down onto Bucky's pristinely clean kitchen counter. "Which would make Wanda a sorcerer and Doctor Strange a wizard. Very confusing stuff."

"What can you do again? Read minds or something?" He always looks wary, and his guess is always mind reading.

"No," she snorts, avoiding the question, "Sam, as you know, says that a sorcerer is a wizard without a hat. I have a hat, as you can see, and so that makes me a wizard. I'm also inclined to believe Sam, as he's normally right about most things."

Bucky turns to his fridge and extracts a beer for himself, water for her. He seems exasperated, but distracted, which is good. "What if I wanted a beer?" She asks, twisting the cap off the bottle.

"You don't drink beer," he says with no small amount of surety. She wonders briefly how he knows. "You don't deserve a beer in any case for putting me through this. And Sam doesn't know what he's talking about." He takes a sip of beer as she smiles at her water bottle, infinitely amused.

"What would make me a wizard, then?"

He pretends to think, staring at her while he does, pursing his lips and tilting his head. "A long beard," he deadpans. "Hobbits that you can trick."

"You're just describing Gandalf. One could argue that you are my hobbit and perhaps I have a spare beard somewhere."

"Are you insinuating that you've tricked me into something?" He narrows his eyes.

"Sure," she says, "I'm sitting in your apartment, talking to you, and I even got a free water." She had wanted to check in on him. Bucky denied that they were friends, rarely answered texts (even ones that read SOS for how many times she has texted that to get his attention), and normally lied when asked how he was doing. So, she couldn't simply knock on the door, ask to come in and have a heart to heart.

Bucky was like a cat in that way, shifty and often wary of affection.

He rolls his eyes again, muttering something under his breath about moving far away. "And," she continues, having made her determination that Bucky was as close to his own best approximation of 'fine', "I have this hat lying around and I wanted to make some use of it."

There's a brief pause before he walks around the counter and settles next to her. He clears his throat, and she gets the sense that he knows what she's up to. Checking on him, as it were. "How are you? College fine? Anyone bothering you?"

She thought about her master's thesis, blinking cursor and looming deadline. "I think the real question here is, what distinguishes a magician?"

"Cape," Bucky says easily, taking a swing of his beer.

"Well I hope you have time to unpack that. That makes Wanda and Doctor Strange magicians."

[writingcroissant]

SHE WROTE IT PEOPLE

AND I LOVE IT Bucky is so on point haha

[screamingrennergasm]

Aww, so cute!

[theimpossibleg1rl]

Maybe

Chris Beck x Reader

"How do you plan a space party?," he asked, following you down the corridor. You could hear the damn smirk in his voice but you weren’t having it. "Don't you have something better do, Beck?," you sighed and he chuckled.

"It's Doctor Beck, and no," he sassed and you rolled your eyes, stopping at the lab door. "Come on, Doc," he grinned, "how do you plan a space party?," he asked you again and you leaned in the doorframe, watching. "You planet," he said, completely deadpanned and you shook your head.

"You're a child, Chris," you told him and he snorted. "Mayyybe," he teased, "but you love me," he told you and your cheeks flushed, turning her back to him. "Well, that's debatable," you said, trying to be as cool about it as possible.

Truth was, you did love him. But you’d rather he not know that. You heard him sigh and move behind you. “How long are we going to do this?," he asked you and you turned to face him. "Do what exactly?,” you asked and your knees nearly buckled at the look on his face.

“Pretend like there isn't something here," he swallowed and gestured between you. You sighed heavily and put your hands on the desk. "Chris," you started but he walked closer. “Tell me you don't want me," he said, tucking a hair behind your ear, "and I'll walk away right now."

You took a breath, internally wresting with yourself. You knew it was wrong. That you’d get in trouble. There was no fraternization. Period. NASA would have your asses.

But your damn body betrayed you.

It wasn't entirely your fault. Chris was, well, perfect. And those plump lips were inches away from your own. "Fuck it," you mumbled and grabbed him by the soft gray hoodie and pressed your lips to his.

He groaned and it quickly turned into a moan, pulling your body closer to his, his erection pressing against your thigh. "Needy, Beck?," you teased and nipped his jaw and he whimpered. The sound went straight to your core and you grabbed his face, kissing him hard again.

"Come on, Doc," you told him and pushed him over to the exam table, now completely uncaring about protocol. It all went out the window when you felt him pressed up against you. You pulled her shirt up over your head and worked on your pants. Chris pushed himself up on his elbows, watching you.

"Beck," you sighed and leaned over him, "you gonna get undressed? Or am I going solo?," you teased and he shook his head, clearing it. "Sorry. Fuck," he muttered, pulling the hoodie up over his head and letting his eyes fall over you again. "I mean, just," he sighed, "are you even real?"

You blushed slightly, completely overwhelmed by the sweet look on his face. He was awed by you and it showed. "Chris," she said, voice low and breathy as you climbed over him.

He gripped your hips and ran his length over you, both moaning loudly. "God, fuck," he growled, pushing himself inside you, "you're so wet. Is that all for me?," he asked, another awed look on his face and you nodded, leaning over to kiss his lips as your hips rolled to meet his.

"Always, Chris. Always for you," you breathed against his lips and he whined, nipping at your lip. "I've dreamt about this," he panted, "you over me. Fucking me," he moaned and pushed himself up, pulling you flush against his chest and began to pound into you, making you cry out.

"Shh, baby," he told you, covering your mouth with his hand, "don't wanna get caught." You nodded and let your head fall back, closing your eyes. "Keep lookin' at me, sweetheart," he begged. “Wanna watch you come undone for me," he said and your eyes flew open, meeting his.

"There you go, angel," he said and kept a steady pace, reaching deeper. "Cum for me, sweetheart," he begged, his voice breaking. Your eyes met his as you let go, crying out, muffled by his hand. His hips stuttered and he buried himself deep, cumming with a loud groan.

He helped you up gently and sighed, pulling you back to him and kissed you softly. You returned the kiss and reached for your clothes, handing him his own. You dressed in silence, both unsure of what to say.

Chris cleared his throat, walking back over to the computer monitors and you propped herself up next to him. He scribbled something in notebook, staying silent for a few minuets.

"What do you call a crazy spaceman?," he asked quietly, not looking up. You let her head fall to the side and sighed loudly. Not again.

"An astronut," he said and looked up to meet your eyes, and you grinned. "You're an idiot." He leaned over and kissed you.

“Maybe. But you love me."

[screamingrennergasm]

That was adorably cute and totally hot at the same time. *swoon* 🥰

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—𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒖𝒑

summary: it’s a shoddy deal made in a shitty diner much too late at night: when you call, he will pick up.

pairing: steve rogers x reader

word count: 14k

genre: enemies to lovers, vampire!au, the mandalorian tings bc steve has to help raise a child hehe

warnings: mentions of death and actual death, abandonment, racism and prejudice on both sides, alexander pierce being creepy asf, people drinking blood

note: first of all MERRY CHRISTMAS!! I hope you all have a fantastic day whether or not you’re celebrating anything or not, I love you all sm 💖 this fic has been ages in the making yikes idk how it got so long. Written as part of @buckysknifecollection’s 1k writing challenge! I think I forgot to congratulate you because i am a lizard brained dumb ass but,,,, congrats!! You deserve it ily hehe 💖

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