(rules: go to the 7th page of your WIP, find the 7th line, and post 7 sentences.)
āHey, bud,ā Buck says finally, his feet moving him from around the corner of what used to be a building and stopping once heās a good ten meters away. āItās me,ā he adds. His fist squeezes the candies in his pocket. They compress in his hand, glutinous and warm. He takes one out and holds it in his palm.
āYou want some candy?ā
Steve finally moves then. It only takes him one fluid motion to draw his sidearm and shoot Buck in the chest.
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As always, no pressure to play, etc., etc., feel free to proceed as if you were tagged if you so desire, tag me back so I can see what you did! :)
The rules are as follows: Go to page 7 of your WIP, go to the seventh line, share seven sentences, and tag 7 more writer-bloggers to continue the challenge.
From one of my commissioned fundraiser fics, a Stony (!!!) thing Iām pretty excited about (never written this ship before and having fun trying!):
āWho says I'm putting a team together?ā Nick said. āAnd who the hell says I'm putting you in charge?ā
āI have my methods, sir,ā Steve said. āAnd with all due respect, who's your other option? Barton?ā
Nick tried to stare him down. Steve didn't budge. Nick sighed. āCome up to my office, Rogers.ā
Tagging: @notlucy @praximeter @cesperanza @silentwalrus1 @magdaliny @saffrn (WRITE A DAMN FIC) @aggressivewhenstartled also @ anyone else who wants to do the thing!!!!!
comprehensive analysis of sam & cap meeting for the first time
āoh hey look how fast i can run look how fast and cool i am look at meā
cap is wearing a t shirt 2 sizes 2 small that may as well be soaking wet come the fuck on cap put on some fucking clothes
i canāt hear anything steve is saying over his flexing
āwhat unit u with? where u work? whatās ur name? u got a boyfriend? where yo boyfriend at?ā
flimsy excuse to hold hands (āoh help me up from this tree iām so tired i canāt possibly get up by myselfā)
sam immediately allĀ āmust be weird coming home after the whole defrosting thingā like wow personal much? buy a guy a drink first
steve is likeĀ āuh ya itās weird thatās personal buy a guy a drink firstā and goes to leave
sam: -anguished expression- oh god i fucked it up
sam:
damn it sam save it! save it! donāt let him go! -says the first thing that pops into his head-
steve like
āwhat the fuck buy a guy several drinks first?ā
sam: your bed, itās too soft. when I was over there Iād sleep on the ground, use rocks for pillows, like a caveman.
steve:
what
sam: -explains what the fuck heās talking about, beds are too soft, etc etc etcā
steve: ohhhh the marshmallow bed thing? ya i get that. fucking soft beds right haha -is apparently into the whole caveman thing-
sam: nice, saved it -high fives self-
steve: -demonstrates how Knowledgeable he is and how much Perspective he has and how Funny he can beā we use to boil everything!!!!
steve literally sounds like one of those beauty queens having a question sprung on her that she didnāt expect
āMiss New York how does the world of today compare to the days of world war 2??? 30 seconds on the clockā
āno polio is goodā
ā¦.āno polio is goodāā¦.
āwe used to boil everything!!!ā
somehow sam is still cool with this. itās probably bc steve has mouth-watering melon pecs
Sam Makes His Move
you can tell this is his Move. he tells this to all the ladies. thereās no way you can get someone listening to marvin gaye and not get laid instantaneously
steve doesnāt know what the fuck sam is talking about but this is a great excuse to show off his arms by pulling out his little notebook
are you looking at those arms sam?? bc i am
btw
this
this is the face of a man who is DTF
āMiss New York, what are the most significant historical events and cultural changes that have occurred since world war two?? 30 seconds on the clockā
āuhhā¦. I Love Lucy. Moon Landing. Berlin wallā¦ up and down. Steve Jobsā¦. appleā¦.???? Disco. Definitely. Thai food. Star Wars and Trek. Nirvanaā¦ Iām pretty sure thatās a band. Rocky and Rocky 2. And whatever this guy just told me. idk Iāll look it up on the Google laterā
āall right Sam, duty calls. Thanks for the runā¦ā¦ if thatās what you want to call running.ā
āOh, thatās how it is??ā
āOhhh thatās how it is.ā
this is better flirting than i have ever implemented in my nearly ten long years after hitting puberty
āHey anytime you want to stop by my place of employment that I told you explicitly within minutes of meeting you but now Iām bringing up again to make sure you remember where I work and where to find me again, make out with me me look awesome in front of the girl at the front desk, just let me knowā
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UFCWĀ - Representing workers in the retail, grocery, packing and processing, chemical, cannabis and distillery industries.
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Hey!Ā Itās the year of the dog!Ā Happy New Year everyone!
Hereās our three Caps to help ring in the new year, because theyāre such good examples of dogged determination!
(I am not a dog person, so I had to ask my slack friends for suggestions.Ā Then I picked ones whose eyes looked the most like the character.Ā So: a wintery Western Siberian Laika for Bucky, an feisty Irish Terrier for Steve, and a loyal Rhodesian Ridgeback for Sam)
Listen tots I know I scream about the Nomad outfit at least five (5) times a day but can we just discussĀ
THIS SASSY BITCH HAND-SEWING HIS FUCKING CAPE, THIS ACTUAL CANONICAL FASHION ICON, SPEAKING OF CLASSY STEVE YOU FABULOUS GLEAMING ANIMAL, SWEET IMPRACTICAL GEM OF MY HEART, STEVEN GRANT āFORGET-STRIKING-TERROR-INTO-THE-HEARTS-OF-EVILDOERS-ALL-I WANT-IS-TO-LOOK-~FABULOUS~ā ROGERS HOW COULD ANYONE NOT ADORE YOU YOU LITERAL FUCKING STAR SPANGLED CAR CRASH
For @silentwalrus1 ,Ā ANG Steve and Bucky sexting, incorporating a couple of very sensual lines from @pornhubcommentsonvalentines .Ā I regret nothing.
They'd been on the quinjet for an hour when Steve's phone buzzed.
Buck: hey sweetheart what r u wearing
Steve glanced to his right. Bucky was still draped over a few seats nearby, gazing stoically up into the middle distance. Steve frowned, and called over to him. āWhy are you texting me?ā
Bucky gave him an extremely long-suffering kind of look. āJust answer the question, Steven.ā
Steve sighed, then texted back.
Me: My uniform. As I have been all day, and as you can see from where you're sitting. Why do you ask?
Buck: for christ's sake
Buck: you're supposed to say something sexy
Me: But I'm not wearing something sexy. I'm wearing my uniform.
Buck: jesus fuck
Buck: make something up
Buck: i'm bored out of my fucking gourd here
Me: Fine. I'm wearing something extremely sexy.
Buck: oh yeah?? you wearing your new panties honey
Me: This seems inappropriate. We're still at work.
Buck: please honey
Buck: you look you good in them baby, love seeing how you stretch them out with your big cock
Steve hunched over his phone a little, his face burning.
Me: Then what?
Buck: well let's see sweetheart
Buck: I think first I'd get you down onto the bed and suck on your pretty little tits for a while
Buck: Then I'd kiss my way down your belly
Buck: Push your panties down
Buck: and slobber all over your dingle
Steve gave a loud bray of laughter, and then clapped a hand over his mouth and shot a betrayed look at Buck. Buck was still lying there across the seats, completely relaxed. All he was missing was a beer and a cigarette. Steve glanced around, then started texting him again.
Me: What the heck???
Me: What was that even supposed to mean?
Buck: I was improvising, champ
Buck: your turn
Buck: impress me baby
Me: I can't.
Me: You know that I'm no good at this sort of thing.
Me: I'm just a nice Catholic girl.
Buck: i'm listening baby
Me: I don't have your big hairy danglers.
Steve kept his head down this time, grinning with satisfaction as he heard a faint wheezing noise coming from Bucky's direction.
Buck: FUCK
Buck: all right
Buck: seriously, baby
Buck: I'm going to fuck you so hard when we get home
Me: Says who?
Me: You're not the boss of me, James Buchanan.
Me: Maybe I'LL do YOU.
Buck: yeah, sweetheart?
Buck: I'd like that
Buck: maybe you could be really sweet on me
Steve made sure to keep his eyes down toward his phone. This wasn't a very normal request, from Buck. He wanted to be careful with it.
Me: I could do that.
Me: Maybe I could give you a back rub first. How's your back feeling today?
Buck: it's all right
That meant it was bad, then. Steve wished he was sitting a little closer.
Me: All right. So you can get nice and cleaned up in the bathroom first, and then you can come and lie down on the bed and I'll rub your back for you. And then I'll help get you ready that way you do for me sometimes.
He hit send, feeling a little nervous. The reply came back quickly.
Buck: it's called rimming honey
Buck: you really want to try that?
Me: If you think you'd like it I think I'd like to try. I just want to make you feel good.
Me: And I want to do you on your back so I can look at that gorgeous mug of yours the whole time.
There was a brief pause.
Buck: you planning on making love to me captain america
Me: Yep. You got a problem with that?
Buck: nope
Buck: I wish we had a tub big enough to take a bath together
Me: I can put music on
Me: light some candles or something
Me: spend half an hour telling you how handsome you are
Buck: half an hour might be a little long honey
Buck: I'm handsome but I ain't THAT handsome
Me: You're exactly that handsome. You're an hour worth of handsome at least.
Buck: oh yeah? Well you're a month worth just in the face area
Me: I suppose that when you put it that way I can't argue. I do have a very symmetrical face and a normal nose, unlike some people I could mention.
Buck: you also have a nice dick, asshole.
Steve looks up just long enough to smile at him, then looks down again and blushes slightly.
Me: Can I have a back rub too?
Buck: sure you can honey
Buck: you ain't ever asked before
Me: Your back is a lot worse off than mine.
Buck: It ain't a competition, sweetheart
Buck: How about I rub your back and then cook dinner for you. You want me to do some salmon or something
Buck: it's Friday
Steve blinks down at his phone, feeling unexpectedly misty.
Me: I love you.
Buck: don't go crazy there babydoll it's just salmon it takes ten minutes
Me: I love you even though it only takes ten minutes
Me: I'm going to gaze deeply into your eyes while I do you.
Below the cut: me, addressing the sex pollen trope in 380 very silly words (none of which involve any human beings touchinā on each other).Ā
āI understand that we didn't choose to be ā¦ sex pollinated,ā Steve said, with the pained expression he always got on his face when his life veered out of tragedy, barreled past drama, and careened directly into farce. āBut that doesn't mean that we have license to act like a buncha wild animals.ā
Nat sighed and squirmed a little. Her panties were soaked. āYou know, Steve,ā she said. āJames isn't wrong. About the concentration thing. I'm pretty sure that I won't be able to shoot straight if I don't deal with this.ā
āWe're supposed to be rational human beings,ā Steve said. Then he said, āSome of us, at least.ā This last comment was directed to a nearby tree. James' metal left hand emerged from behind it, the middle finger extended. The steady slapping noise he was producing with the other hand didn't miss a beat.
āSteve,ā Nat said. āI'm going to conceal myself behind that boulder. You can spend the next ten minutes doing whatever you want. James and I will both be occupied. There won't be any witnesses. If you go hide behind that bramble patch for a while I'm prepared to assume that you have food poisoning.ā
āI'm immune to all of the currently known forms of bacteria that can cause food poisoning,ā Steve said. āAlso, I don't know why you think that you telling people that I got the trots in a bramble patch would be a less embarrassing alternative.ā
āFine,ā Nat said, and headed off to toward the boulder. āI'll tell them that you wandered into the trees to take pictures for your secret Instagram.ā
āNot any less embarrassing!ā Steve called after her. She snickered a little, then settled behind the boulder to get herself off. She determinedly didnātĀ think about how cute Steve looked when he was being self-consciously self-righteous. In the context, it seemed inappropriate.
you've drawn fashion-savvy bucky. you've drawn chewbucky. is it in the stars that one day we will see fashion-savvy chewbucky?? or am I blind and completely missed it
are you perhaps referring to this, my piece de resistanceĀ
Just FYI if your first/primary language isnāt English and you A. read one of my stories and then B. put forth the effort to leave a comment, in English, to tell me that you liked it, please NEVER apologize for your grammar or w/e, the fact that you slogged through an English-language story and then COMMENTED on it in the same language is A++++++ and I adore you, Iām honestly incredibly touched and it makes my day every time, OK THANK YOU BYE
I am so baffled by the "pre invention of soap and water" piece of this commentary
Ah yes, my Commentary, my Research Notes, my Lengthy Thesis on the Rogers and his Lusty Rogering: allow me to explain, dear Anonymous Friend; what I have meant to express in my Humble Pamphlet is a whimsical juxtiposition between Our Heroās Well-Groomed Appearance and the fact that he also looks like he has been rubbing his Battle Garments with french fries and black eyeshadow palettes, which suggests (I suggest, in a spirit of purest jocularity) that either he has been living with a secret society of Sokovian Morlocks who have invented beard balm but have not invented Clean Pants or any Ordinary Instruments of Washing, or that, as I am (in an entirelty comical and facetious fashion) am suggesting to be the (not literally, but merely Fancifully, for the sake of the Amusement of some fellow members of this Society of Admirers of the Honorable Captain who may Chance to read my Humble Manuscripts) truth, which is, that he is a man so Greatly Spurred by his (one might suggest, in, of course, a manner entirely Humorous and Ironical) Byronic Sensibilities, that he, in fact, COULD acquire Clean clothing in his Preferred Midnight Shades, but he has instead chosen to Besmear himself with ashes like some kind of real emo nerd
Iām into Steve Rogersā new look right now because itās so obviously designed for ~Maximum Drama~, like wherever heās been hiding out they apparently have brushes and combs and deep conditioning masques and beard trimmers and various lotions, potions, oils, unguents &c to keep the glorious mane and meticulously groomed facial hair looking Lush and Sleek but at the same time we are pre-inventionĀ of laundry soap or hot water so he just! must! wander! around! covered! in war dirt! and the blood!! of his enemies!!!!!!! like yikes Steve whatās next you gonna wear a cape and a v-neck so deep that it comes perilously close to revealing the Amber Waves of Grain
Iām into Steve Rogersā new look right now because itās so obviously designed for ~Maximum Drama~, like wherever heās been hiding out they apparently have brushes and combs and deep conditioning masques and beard trimmers and various lotions, potions, oils, unguents &c to keep the glorious mane and meticulously groomed facial hair looking Lush and Sleek but at the same time we are pre-inventionĀ of laundry soap or hot water so he just! must! wander! around! covered! in war dirt! and the blood!! of his enemies!!!!!!! like yikes Steve whatās next you gonna wear a cape and a v-neck so deep that it comes perilously close to revealing the Amber Waves of Grain
