"Ohh don't be like that Friend. But you act like everything's made of porcelain. Too scared to get your hands a little dirty? Huh, Friend?"
Micah was really getting on Charles' nerves. Actually, he was getting on everybody's nerves. Everyone in camp has been picked on by Micah today.
"I heard there's a rat in the family. I'm starting to think it's you."
Micah pushed Charles, again.
He threw Micah to the ground in a second, then loomed over him, cold brown eyes flaring with rage. "I get my hands dirty when it's needed, like taking care of something like you." He growled, his feet dangerously close to Micahs ankles, ready to stomp on them.
"The only rat I see is you. Trying to act like something your not. Stay away from me. Or else I will kill you."
[podfic] Till We Have Arrived Home Again, written by prouvairing
I am giddy! I can't explain how much I love this fic. Thank you prouvairing, for writing such a beautiful story. And to the wonderful popuch_mangeusedcrayon (on instragram) who made this art, thank you ♥♥♥
Listen on a03 to hear a fix-it story, where everyone lives, and Harry comes home with quite a bit of news.
Full credit list of voices is on the ao3 post, but I'll thank tumblr friends @men-written-by-women and @shesrinnnow here too :)))
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"There's only one bed," he finally concedes, preparing himself for another argument over who needs it more. He's slept on roof tiles and bare earth. Some blankets on the floor would be near luxurious in comparison. Lan Zhan, on the other hand, is used to a standard of living which does not include sleeping on the floor. It makes sense for them to divide the room like this.
“We can share it.”
Lan Zhan says it so easily that Wei Wuxian’s first thought is to wonder whether he’s possessed. People change, that is true, but how can this be the same Lan Zhan who once preferred to hold his collar instead of his hand? How can this be the same Lan Zhan who could once be frightened into coughing up blood by the mere sight of him disrobing?"
kicking off my @yearoftheotpevent with a bit of banter between my OTP, Sasori and Deidara (Naruto)!
Rating: Mature, for no particular reason yet, but we'll see where the next eleven chapters take us...
Tags: Canon Universe, YOTP 2023, Year of the OTP 2023, ye olde eternal vs. ephemeral debate, Canon Age Difference, Conversations, Dialogue, an exploration of my OTP, Puppet sasori, Canon Compliant, (in the beginning), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence (towards the end), Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Okay, but, add a lil’ SPICE, they’re at a hero party to celebrate some kind of bullcrap and reader DEFINITELY gets a lil’ too bored for her own good.
All in all, a fantastic situation that I hope you enjoy reading! It nearly came out as hcs but, fuck it! SCENARIO TIME!
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“Sugar Lips, not that I’m complaining or anything, but where are we going? We shouldn’t be wandering too far”
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You hummed in response to Taishiro’s question, keeping a hold of his hand as you lead him through the halls that you had explored briefly while he chatted with other heroes and members of the Safety Commission. It had been so terribly boring that you couldn’t help yourself, you were only attending the party as Taishiro’s partner and that meant that unless you knew a pro-hero or some of their partners, you were completely on your own.
“It’ll be fine Gummy, you already spoke to a bunch of people for ages” You mumbled out the reassurance before peeking down the hall, making sure that no one was around before dragging your giant, pro-hero partner into an empty bedroom that you had discovered during your mini-adventure.
You weren’t too concerned with anyone stumbling in on the two of you, given that everything in the room had been covered in thin sheets; including the large bed in the middle of the room. For some reason, it wasn’t being used and you were perfectly okay with that.
“I still gotta hang around and we really shouldn’t be somewhere like this, someone’s gonna come looking for us” You pouted as you looked up at Taishiro, sticking your bottom lip out to make it obvious how you currently felt; even if he was right, it wasn’t like you were going to keep him here for long.
“But Gummy Bear, I gave up the date-night you promised me for this party…can’t we have a little fun? Just a few minutes…please?” You spoke softly, moving your hand to his stomach while you stared up at him pleadingly; mentally cheering in your head when you saw the way he bit his bottom lip, a sure sign that he was about to give in to your desires.
“…What sort of fun?”
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Taishiro groaned low above you, moving a large hand to run through your soft hair while you busied yourself with his now painfully hard erection; trailing your tongue along the underside of his throbbing cock and stroking the base of it with your hands.
It had taken him a little while to agree to your reckless plan, but eventually he gave in and sat on the edge of the bed as you had instructed; you could tell he needed this about as much as you did, but he was trying to be somewhat responsible. Unlike you.
“(Name), I think that’s enough teasing. Don’t you?” Taishiro mumbled out the question, somewhat breathless as you peeked up at him, rubbing your cheek against his dick with a mischievous smile decorating your ruby-stained lips. It was impossible to say that you weren’t enjoying this situation, for once Taishiro was behaving himself and not throwing you to the bed to ravish you; mostly because if he did that, you would certainly be caught.
It was because of that, that you were enjoying yourself so much. Teasing him with the release he so clearly wanted.
“Not calling me sugar lips anymore?” You pouted slightly as you spoke, slowly trailing your tongue back up along him and to the tip of his dick; where small beads of precum had built up, enjoying the low curse that spilled free from the usually happy-go-lucky man above you.
“I think you’re pushing me on purpose…but if you keep doing it, I’m gonna have to sneak you outta here in my suit jacket” You tilted your head curiously at his warning, opening your mouth to question him before gagging when he used his hand to push your head down onto his cock; a deep, throaty groan filling the room as he rolled his hips.
“That’s better…” He hummed out the words of content, closing his eyes to savour the moment before opening them and peering down at you, his usual grin forming on his features; seemingly pleased with himself while his hand kept your head in place.
“You were gonna ask why, right?” He chuckled at his own words, tangling his fingers into your once neat hair and pulling your head off of his cock; allowing you to take deep gulps of air that you had been lacking, faint coughs spilling free.
“It’s because if you keep this up, I’m going to tear that too-tight dress off of you and fuck you stupid. By the time I’m done, you’re going to be a whimpering, moaning, naked mess, overflowing with my cum. Understand?” Taishiro watched you closely as you stared up at him with wide eyes, giving a slight nod of confirmation while your mind swam with thoughts and fantasies of him doing that very thing to you; unable to stop the dazed grin from tugging at your lips.
“…That’s exactly how we’re gonna end up leaving this party, ain’t it?” Taishiro sighed deeply at your sheepish giggle, releasing his hold on your hair to lean back; apparently completely giving up on the idea of returning to the party he had been invited to.
“Insatiable little thing, aren’t you…?” He muttered the question to himself while you shuffled closer to him, taking his saliva-covered dick back into your mouth, sucking eagerly in an attempt to sooth his frustrations.
Taishiro let out a low groan, sitting back up to look down at you with a familiar hunger in his eyes, moving his hand to cup your cheek while you bobbed your head; sucking firmly.
“Tell you what Sugar Lips, make me cum and I’ll do just that.” He chuckled at the surprised expression on your face, groaning low when you took more of him into your mouth; stopping yourself before you ended up gagging around him again.
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“That’s no good, take me properly if you want me to cum (Name)…”
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You whined around him when his hand moved back to the back of your head, pulling you down more until your lips were around the base of his cock; barely able to stop yourself from gagging before he allowed you to lift your head so that you could breathe easy again.
“Unless, you can’t do it?” You frowned at his suggestion, taking a few more deep breaths before moving your hands to his thighs and pushing yourself up to his level; your nose brushing against his faintly.
“You want me to gag around your cock? Keep using your hand. If you want me to make you cum, then I’ll do it my own way…choice is yours Gummy” You grinned as you spoke, squealing out in surprise when his hand slapped against your arse harshly; jolting your forward so that your lips collided with his, a low hungry noise forming in the base of his throat.
“I wanted to get through this party tonight, you’re the one that brought me to this room.” Taishiro growled out the response against your lips before pulling his head back, the hand on your arse pulling you ever closer; his throbbing erection rubbing up against the material of your dress, likely ruining it.
“Now, I think I’m going to have you choke on my dick a little more…so be a good girl, Sugar Lips…and get back on your knees for me before I have to punish you properly” You gulped at his warning, nodding your head while you moved out of his grip and onto the floor; recognising a serious threat when you heard it.
Even if Taishiro would never hurt you, he would most certainly push you until you were close to orgasm before denying you however long he felt like; it was a cruel punishment that you did your best to avoid.
“That’s better” He smiled above you, tangling a hand into your hair once more while you took him into your mouth; guiding you to take him as he needed and offering small words of praise whenever you gagged around him.
Luckily for you, you knew Taishiro’s limits and like this, he wasn’t going to last very long; he never did when it came to your mouth and you were perfectly alright with that, given that when it came to making sure you finished. He did whatever he needed to do to achieve that.
“Your mouth feels as amazing as ever, Sugar Lips…I would thank you for taking me away from the party but I’m gonna have to hear about that later, so next time, this won’t be happening” Taishiro groaned low as he spoke, cursing under his breath while you sucked on his throbbing cock as best you could; allowing your head to move with his hand without resistance.
“A little more baby, just a little more” You hummed around him in response, blinking quickly when he pulled your head down to take every inch of his cock into your mouth suddenly; the harshness of the action making you cough and gag around him while he released his hot, thick seed into your mouth.
A low groan of your name escaping him while his grip on your hair disappeared, allowing you to pull your head back to regain both your composure and your breath; swallowing the cum that was in your mouth while the last of it landed over your chest, completely ruining your dress.
Now, you would definitely need to sneak out wearing his suit jacket.
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“Ah, crap…sorry Sugar Lips, I’ll get you another one later.”
It’s been a year—a year since they beat Chuck, a year since Jack walked off into the role of God, a year since the world fell back into its new normal … and so did Sam and Dean. They still hunted—there were still monsters out there, not as many, but some; and at first, Dean would look up at the sky and ask “Why?” but Jack didn’t answer him, so eventually he figured the kid had good reason. Maybe there’s some cosmic balance he wasn’t aware of—maybe monsters play their role in the fate of the world as much as he does … or did. A new apocalypse doesn’t seem to be on the horizon, so for the first time in his whole life, Dean feels like he might not have to be important to the world. He can just be important to his people… what’s left of them anyway.
Sam and Eileen moved in together. They don’t live far, but it’s still weird for Dean not to be able to call out to his brother and have him walk down the hall a second later. Dean stayed behind in the bunker. Sam didn’t understand why he wanted to stay there after everything that’s happened, but it’s his home, and in spite of all the memories of pain and death, he has found a comfort in the routine there that still feels too precious to risk—so he spends his days mostly alone. Sometimes Donna or Jody will pop by with the girls. Claire will call him an old, crusty hermit, and he can’t really argue with her, but he tries anyway. Bobby and Charlie stop in between hunts and occasionally ask Dean to work some cases; and Sam and Eileen stay over every so often, and when they do--- Dean feels almost normal again … almost. Because no matter how many times he sees Sam walking around in the bunker, hair longer than ever, reading books and acting like his old nerdy self, and no matter how much he still feels Jack around him everywhere, Dean knows that one of them is still missing. One of them didn’t come back when everyone else did. One of them … a really special one of them, got swallowed up amidst their final war and for some reason, Jack didn’t bring him back like Dean thought he would. He could get over there still being monsters, and people still dying because of them—because he knew that tragedy and pain had to be a part of life to make the good—good; but Castiel meant something to Jack too. Castiel was like a father to him … he basically was Jack’s father considering the real one was the literal devil. How could Jack not make things right and bring him back? How could he just leave him in the Empty? Dean prayed and he questioned and he even researched ways to summon him just to ask those questions, just to understand the reasoning because from where he’s been sitting for the last year, it was a painful and harsh oversight on behalf of the new God.
So, I’m a little surprised I’ve held off on doing this particular Top 10 as long as I have, if only because this does cover the majority of stucky fics that have been written. It also contains some of my all-time favorite fics, which I will be screaming about below. You’ve been warned. But anyway, this is getting down into the nitty-gritty of why I love stucky -- the original ‘verse, with the original storyline (although there are a fair few canon-divergent fics in here, I’m sure). Pure, unadulterated Steve Rogers loving Bucky Barnes. What more can you ask for, honestly? You could ask for it to be legit canon, but lmao, no, we don’t expect things like that, especially not from the MCU writers. Also, some of the fics I might’ve included in this list are recced in an ask I got a while ago, so go check that out for some mostly-canon angst. Regardless, here are my personal Top 10 canon-verse fic recs:
1. Ain’t No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down) by spitandvinegar. Alright, buckle up friends, because this is the end-all, be-all of my favorite stucky fics. I have reread it probably four or five times in the four years I’ve been in this fandom, and it hits me just as hard every single time. This is canon-divergent post-WS, where Bucky’s come-down from his Hydra conditioning is accompanied by a drug addiction and two smart-mouthed kids he rescued from the streets. Steve literally loves nothing more than he loves Bucky and he is determined to bring Bucky home, kids included. There is just -- so much I love about this story. I can’t possibly fit it all into a little blurb. But this is my favorite stucky fic, hands-down. It’s a must-read if you can handle the incredibly sensitive topics it covers, which means it’s not for everyone. But it has my highest seal of approval.
2. Perilous Underside of the World by eyres. I reread this recently because I was in the mood for both angst and badass Bucky, and this delivered in spades. Steve’s been kidnapped and held captive by Ross for months, tortured and experimented on, and it as devastating as it sounds. Cue Bucky and the rest of Team Cap coming in for a rescue mission and an adrenaline-filled adventure through the Antarctic wasteland. The summary says it all, honestly: Steve throws a snow-mobile at a helicopter in this one.
3. Steve Rogers at 100: Celebrating Captain America on Film by eleveninches, febricant, hellotailor, M_Leigh, neenya, tigrrmilk. A lot of fics are enhanced by visual media, usually some type of fanart, but few are incomplete without it -- this fic is one of them. It’s a look through in-universe media depictions of Captain America over the years, with real-life casting and amazingly done posters for the movies. The various Avengers are there to react to it all and it’s nothing short of glorious.
4. Came Back Haunted* by Brenda. You guys should know how much I love Brenda’s writing, since I waxed poetic about it when I was doing the rec for Prince Charming, but I’m going to say it again: I love her writing. And this is yet again another fic series that will tear at your heart and stitch you back together again. It features, among other things: Bucky and Thor friendship; a road-trip; dark Steve; and bearded Steve! All good things. It’s been a while since I’ve read this, but I’m pretty assured there is much angst to be found here as well, plus the requisite happy ending, because, as previously mentioned, I don’t do unhappy endings.
5. Tender is the Ghost* by Hark_bananas. OH WOW. Okay. So. I started reading this series right before the second part had been published, and I just. Fell in love with it. The first part is set right after Bucky turned himself into SHIELD, and it features Steve and Bucky re-learning about each other (and themselves) through a closed door, considering Steve isn’t allowed to see Bucky face-to-face. And the second part picks up once Bucky is ready to go home with Steve, and it’s. So sweet. Bucky and Steve recovering, together, and finding love along the way. Bucky loves plants. What more could you ask for?
6. Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail* by owlet. I think this is probably one of the most popular series in this fandom, and for good reason. It’s Bucky setting himself a new goal after the fallout of Project Insight, and that goal is a protection detail for Steve Rogers, well before he has his memories to back up the need for such a thing. Bucky and Steve don’t get romantically involved until much later in the series, but their friendship is a thing of beauty in this, as is Bucky learning how to be human again, through coffee, grilled cheese, and The Olds, the elderly neighbors he comes to care for while he’s watching Steve’s back from across the street. I adore this series and I think most people would be hard pressed to find anything they don’t like about it.
7. The Blood Will Dry by castiowl. There are clones in this one. It might be the sci-fi nerd in me, but honestly that’s enough information to hook me already. But this fic is a fantastic, gripping read from start to finish, and the clones are only a part of that. It’s another fic that written right after The Winter Soldier came out, and so it has a lot of the hallmarks of that era: Bucky dealing with his conditioning, coming back to himself and Steve, Hydra-hunting missions, some kidnapping, unfortunate throwbacks to torture, and Steve having to figure his own shit out right alongside Bucky.
8. To Stop My Mind From Wandering by Lynchy8. This one is a little shorter than the other fics on this list, but it’s still one of my favorites, and for a much different reason than the others. This is Bucky and Steve separated for the majority of the fic, with Bucky taking up residence in Steve abandoned apartment while he’s off being Captain America and also looking for Bucky. Bucky does home repairs for Steve. Steve broods and worries. Bucky heals on his own terms and it’s lovely. And the ending is very sweet when Steve finally does come home.
9. despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) by praximiter. AKA The Mask Fic. Which. Jesus Christ. This should’ve gone in with my angst fic recs, because this will hurt you, in the best possible way. Bucky’s mask doesn’t come off, and so there’s no pivotal moment of realization for Steve, no hellfire determination to ensure Bucky survives their fights against all odds. But he’s saved regardless, and the rest of the fic is the team trying to communicate with him, learn his story, all while Bucky can’t speak and the mask physically cannot come off. Like I said, it’s a recipe for Pain, but the pay-off is more than worth it, in my opinion.
10. waiting for the winter by coldhope. Also just recently reread this one, and I loved the progression of Steve and Bucky’s relationship here as well. It also has Bucky befriending all of the Avengers, not just Natasha or Sam; getting to see from other characters’ POV how their perception of Bucky changes as the fic goes on was so interesting, since it’s not something I’ve seen done in many fics. Which also might be a personal thing on my part, who knows. Anyway. Good fic. Steve and Bucky don’t take forever to figure out their feelings, but they do take a while to get on the same page with each other, which should surprise absolutely no one who has ever read a stucky fic before.
