#poteryanoy

[sithroyal]

     @poteryanoy​ || [X]

    "After that fuck up, you do. Did you really think Hydra was going to freeze you again for this?" Kylo snorted softly and sat at the table across from him. He was a newer asset, stolen from a transport to the Xavier school as a child. Snoke's... treatment had made sure that he became the weapon they needed. A back up in case Winter failed. "Eat. It's not much but it's something. That man on the ship, the one that fell in the river, who was he?"

[afaroffadventure-aa]

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             “ i made you something to eat -- i don’t think howard entirely trusts me in his kitchen and i can’t say that i blame him. ”  steve wasn’t the best cook, he knew that, but he’d been trying to look after bucky, afraid to look away in case this turned out not to be real.  

“ but i promise it’s not so bad. ”  he held the plate out to bucky as he sat down.

[fxlconsnest]

sam and sTEVE ( too lazy to log on my other account )

put a ship in my ask || accepting.

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / perfect / beyond flawless / i will ship them in hell / mama wilson said don’t let white boys get u in trouble and what did sam do / took one look at steve biggest bitch in brooklynn rogers and threw all his god damn sense out the fucking window y’all / samsteve is the biggest mood / have u seen winter solider it’s canon in both the movie and my heart thank u 

[lofi-muses]

poteryanoy replied to your post: CRAWLS IN LOKI'S LAP

he wished he could say he’d had a good day, but the truth was, it had been long and stressful. they generally were on the soldier anymore. “nothing, really. just catching up.” reading out debriefings, catching up on things. the usual. he presses his face against the god’s shoulder, and melts there a moment with a pleased sigh, content.

“i see...” he whispered, gently holding his lover. “do you need my help with anything?” loki asked. “you don’t need to take all that burden on yourself. i’m here, too,” he promised. loki knew how battle planning looked like. he was in such councils many, many times over the centuries and was quite sneaky and clever general and usually asked to help in espionage and surprise attacks.

[sithroyal]

     @poteryanoy​ || [X]

    "Doesn't matter if I'm fuckin' drunk, don't want that cheap guy touching you." If it weren't for James' hand on his body, keeping hold of him, Kylo would have turned and gone right for the guy again. He wasn't done. At least, he didn't think so.

He frowned at the statement and huffed loudly. "I've always had interest. Did a piss poor job showing it apparently. That wasn't just fucking, by the way, it was supposed to mean something." Kylo stumbled slightly and found himself being dragged in closer.

Oh yes, he was drunk and possessive, but Kylo liked to think he had a reason for it. He clumsily put his arms around the man and held on tightly. "I want you. They just want what they can see but I want it all," he slurred. "Winter. James. Both of them. I want them. I want you."

[lofi-muses]

@poteryanoy​

[ text to: Bucky ] I understand, kitten. 

[ text to: Bucky ] I hope to see you again soon

[ text to: Bucky ] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PqU7XvDTxiM literally how I feel rn

[ text to: Bucky ] When will you be able to see me? Wanna facetime?

[afaroffadventure-aa]

THROWS BUCKET AT. GIVE HIM A HUBBAN

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            “ you’re never getting him back, he’s mine now. ”

[weaponizedembrace]

@poteryanoy [cont]

My muse has just been grievously injured…. Send me  ‘ l i f t e d ‘   for my muse’s reaction to yours picking them up and carrying them to safety. 

         “ i’m fine, i’m fine — – ” his voice cracks even on those few words, feeling his body heaved upward. james doesn’t fight it, closing his eyes instead as he breathes heavily. he can’t fight it, honestly, not when he’s so sore. blood trickles from his wounds, and he winces. “ — steve stop, i’ll be okay, i – ” a lance of pain shoots through him and he grits his teeth suddenly, closing his eyes tight and choking on the noise. why does he feel like he’s always being saved by steve? why is he such a burden on the blond? the thoughts are as negative as can be, circling around and around in his head as he’s carried, barely clinging to consciousness.

"You better be okay," Steve warns. In another circumstance, that line might have come wit a crooked smile and a knowing glance. But now, with the other man craddled in his arms and his weight resting against Steve's broad chest as much as it could, Steve can't manage the joking tone. He’s trying to be careful. He hasn't had a chance to stop to really assess Bucky's wounds to see how bad they are, but moving him like this is still better than waiting for back up and medics to reach him. He just has to do his best to swallow the worry that this could be making his injuries worse, one arm braced under Bucky's weight, the other hand supporting his head and shoulders. 

"I'm not stopping unless we have to, Buck." They could fix it. Whatever it was, they would fix it. They had to. "You gotta talk to me, though." Honestly. "There's a safehouse three klicks north that might have some supplies if we can't get all the way like this. And I've gotten better at stitchin' a wound than I used to be," he says, and this time he does manage the barest hint of humor for the man in his arms, even if the concern doesn't leave his eyes. It’s meant for reassurance, even if he’s never been great at that. For Bucky, he tries.