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Five Times Captain America Fucked A USO Girl & One Time Steve Rogers Got Fucked by aimmyarrowshigh
Bettie smiles up at Steve and turns so that her long, lean white back faces him. “Zip me up, Captain?”
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Or, Captain America FUCKS. (And then gets fucked.)
8,875 words. Very rated E.
With many thanks to @elkleggs' gorgeous Steve/USO Girl and Steve/Bucky/USO Girls art for inspiration (and credit to them for the inclusions of art in the graphic above). Is this the filthiest thing I've ever written? Perhaps. Did I go into a total writing fugue state for the last three days? Most definitely.
(Stucky note: Steve/Bucky are established as being longtime lovers from the outset of the story and are [pun intended] endgame.)
#fandom#fanfiction#my fic#stucky#stucky fic#stucky edit#stuckyedit#catfaedit#catfa#marveledit#mcuedit#*g#*marvel#*captainamerica#*chreva#*sebsta#five times captain america fucked a uso girl
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SteveTony Weekly - April 9th
Hey everyone! I read a lot of short things this week that were DELIGHTFUL and kept my mind busy as I wait for news on the personal front. Fandom is my favorite thing for that, and so many other reasons. Be sure to give your authors a comment or kudos if you like their stories!
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Everyone's a Critic by duc
Steve scrap booking with Jan. Everyone's a critic.
Shook the Bones of Me by Mireille
Tony and Steve have some rare free time together. Steve has plans for it.
last call by gottalovev
Tony didn’t prepare for Steve calling first.
It's been thirteen months, why now?
The Three-Date Opportunity by Annie D (scaramouche)
Tony gets three dates to win over a skeptical Steve. Three, no more and no less.
This Isn't What it Looks Like by FestiveFerret
Steve finds an antique mirror at a thrift shop, but it turns out to be more than just a mirror.
Five Kinks Tony Stark Does Not Have Anymore Thanks to Steve Rogers (+1 He Still Likes) by greyduckgreygoose
"Hm ..." Clint paused in the bedroom doorway, surveying Tony as he lay in fetal position, sulkily clutching a hot water bottle to his groin. "Can't decide what to mock you for without more information."
festina lente (hurry slowly) by greyduckgreygoose
If anyone asked Steve – and a few reporters may well have, Steve wouldn’t know since Peggy had kept him from answering anything else outside controlled press conferences and faux-casual interviews – what his relationship was with Captain America, Steve would have said something like, “We’ve reached an understanding,” or, “He’s a good guy to have in a fight,” but nowhere in that statement would be the mention of friend, or partner or ally.
A role reversal fic featuring Steve Rogers (a.k.a Iron Man) as a billionaire, genius engineer with a heart of gold and Tony Stark (a.k.a Captain America) as a playboy American Hero who spent most of his backpay on his flashy lifestyle.
felix culpa (fortunate fault) by greyduckgreygoose
The first time Tony had fucked in his new body, it was with a USO girl five years his senior. It was his first time not being scrawny, first sexual encounter outside of back-alley blowjobs and hotel room visits with strange men in bars. First time penetrating.
It was bad. He didn’t judge his strength and left a dime-sized bruise on the girl’s breast. She had laughed, of course, been a sport as she ruffled his hair. “At least it’s somewhere easy to cover,” she had said, “But they sure weren’t kidding about that super strength of yours, were they? Wowee.” He had still felt like shit.
Bound to Take Your Life by greyduckgreygoose
“Bite me,” Tony had hissed the first time that they met, and to this day he doesn’t know just how close Steve had been to shoving him to the ground and sinking his canines into Tony’s neck, jaws clamping down until Steve’s mouth tasted of blood and sweat and Tony’s screams died down to a slow whimper.
Cry Uncle by greyduckgreygoose
Tony chuckled, flipping up his mask so that Steve could feel Tony's breath on his ear as he whispered, "But Cap, I promised that I'd make you beg for mercy." Steve's eyes widened, his body going taut as a bowstring in anticipation of being drawn.
I Wanna Hold Your Hand by NotEvenCloseToStraight
Tony is a snarky, sassy, college age disaster, making his way through the Ph.D program by way of spite, stubborness and unhealthy amounts of caffeine so lovingly supplied by the local coffee shop.
Steve is the barista hopelessly in love with the fluffy haired, sleep deprived, genius.
It happens exactly the way you think it does.
A Common Folly by royal_chandler
Alongside the growing skirt of daylight, a miserable hangover had greeted Tony the next day. Steve sputtering through awkward morning-after talk had only made it worse, his hands a busy flurry in Tony’s face and dizzying. To save himself the trouble of lengthy jail time, Tony had smothered him with a cotton-dry mouth rather than with a pillow he’d been half-seriously contemplating. And after that? Well Tony discovered that he quite liked kissing Steve and being kissed by Steve.
Unforeseen Side Effects by Fickle_Obsessions
In a quick effort to make Loki docile, the Tony Stark releases an experimental drug that only effects Asgardians. It gets Thor too, but hey, he had no choice. It works a little too well. Loki goes from trying to destroy the world to braiding Thor's hair as well as other things. Steve helpfully sticks around and clutches his pearls while Tony waits for the drug to wear off.
(Shipping this forever old fic to live in the same stable as my other fillies.)
Not just a river in Egypt (Tony is most certainly not in denial) by theoddoodisnude
"You are most definitely not in love with me, Cap, what you are experiencing is called cabin pressure," Tony explains, because he has a rational train of thought and he's met enough shrinks to have figured out their tactics by now. "And possibly, you know, sexual frustration, because it doesn't matter at all that you're, like, America's national icon, Fury still won't let you out. I know that, I see that, I acknowledge your pain, I feel with you, Cap, believe me, I do. And I get it, because I am a very good-looking fellow and we spend a lot of time together, stuck in this tower, and it's easy to--"
"I am," Steve cuts off, equal parts amused and frustrated and concerned. "In love. With you. Tony, I'm in love with you."
The Next Great Baker by Tacuma
Tony has been asked to be in a judge in one of the episodes of 'The Next Great Baker'. He doesn't really want to go, until he tastes the amazing donuts of one of the contestants.
Messily by mattmurderock
Steve grunted softly and kissed Tony hard, pulling him close with one hand on his ass again and one now twining into Tony’s hair. They fell onto the bed like that, a heap of limbs and mouths and gasps. Tony could feel Steve everywhere, from the strong fingers slipping into the back of his slacks to the rock-hard cock pressing against his lower stomach. His veins sung with pleasure, his heart beating faster than a bullet train. His blood chanted 'Steve, Steve, Steve, St-'
Cuddling by ladyshadowdrake
The thing he missed the most about Pepper – okay, that was a lie, he missed almost everything about Pepper – but the thing he was really surprised that he missed was the cuddling. So it shouldn’t have been anything new when he realized that Steve didn’t like to cuddle.
A Thousand Lives by Neverever, Perlmutt
Steve is planning to ask Tony to the Homecoming Dance and Tony wants to ask Steve, but neither has found the courage to actually ask. Until Tony steals a cosmic cube from Fury's office and accidentally reveals the red string of fate that ties him and Steve together.
Optimistic Decompression by exfatalist
To destroy all records of the Superhuman Registration Act before they could fall into Norman Osborn's hands, Tony Stark deleted his brain. In so doing, he forgot a lot of very important - and very terrible - things that he did. His life since has been spent attempting to reconcile how much his friends seem to despise him and knowing, logically, that he could have only ever acted according to his best judgment.
And while no amount of sensory input could possibly bring back such irreparably lost data, nothing was ever logical about the quiet moments when two people lay entwined together.
Frosty the Snowman by Captain_Panda
What's the meaning of Christmas? What is it, really?
Could it be the toys on Christmas day?
Or the friends we made along the way?
Are its joys discovered in a pile of snow?
Or those things that cannot be tied with a bow?
If it's not at the bottom of a glass of eggnog:
Then the meaning of Christmas must reside in a dog.
(AKA: The Christmas story where Steve Rogers adopts a dog, makes some new friends, and discovers that being a Scrooge is impossible with Tony Stark around.)
#stevetony#stevetony weekly#stevetony fic#stony fic#fic rec#rec list#stony fic recs#stony#captain america#steve rogers#iron man#tony stark
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Steve/Bucky USO show Masterlist
Captain America Has a Fella (ao3) - PR Zed (przed)
G, 2k
Summary: "Welcome to the USO," the director tells Audrey. And with a handshake, she's in.
Six month she's been in New York, slinging hash in a diner and going to every audition she hears about. Now she's finally got a job dancing. She's ecstatic.
She's not so sure about working with this Captain America guy, though.
Or how one showgirl finds out there's more to Captain America than meets the eye.
I'd Know That Face Anywhere (ao3) - Shay081793
E, 2k
Summary: The 107th never got captured. Instead, Bucky Barnes is in the audience when that clown "Captain America" performs to rally the troops, and holy shit, that clown is Steve Rogers.
If I said I liked your body, would you hold it against me? (ao3) - aprofessorstale
T, 1k
Summary: Prompt: What if Bucky didn't get captured and was in the audience with the 107th to see Captain America?
La Libération (ao3) - hermionesmydawg
M, 3k
Summary: All the blood rushed to Bucky’s face. An uncharacteristic blush from him. “I don’t recall that story. You know, I do have well-documented memory problems.”
Natasha tsked. “He knows the story.”
“He does,” Steve mused. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell it.”
“Okay,” Bucky agreed quickly.
“I’ll just tell it,” Steve said. “It was-“
“August,” Bucky interrupted, shooting a scowl at Steve. “August of ‘44, the liberation of Paris. And I was fucking miserable.”
Let's Hear It for Captain America! (ao3) - JJK
T, 4k
Summary: Steve lost his virginity to a USO girl in 1943? Sure he did, if you mean he lost it to Bucky dressed in a USO girl outfit.....
* * *
Love confessions post-Azzano lead to a discovery of Steve's Captain America costume and the USO girls help out when Bucky decides he wants to dress up for Steve.
Mama Tiger Knows Best (ao3) - darth_stitch
T, 415
Summary: "All right, Rogers, that handsome fella of yours better appreciate how we’re keeping you safe for him."
Riders In The Sky (ao3) - roe87
steve/bucky
M, 3k
Summary: Bucky time travels back to 1943 to watch Steve perform onstage as Captain America in the USO show. (He likes the outfit, okay?)
Then he continues on to the late '40s, pays Arnim Zola a visit... then swings back around to help the Steve from his timeline as he returns the Infinity Stones.
Once he rights the main timeline, Bucky heads back again, rescues Steve from 1949, and takes him on an adventure.
Steve's USO Tour (ao3) - roe87
M, 9k
Summary: After Project Rebirth, Steve has his brand new body but Col. Phillips and the Army doesn't want him.
Senator Brandt, however, offers Steve the chance to do his part by promoting war bonds... in tights, in a USO show.
Lucky for Steve, he meets some new friends to keep him company, including a chorus girl named Bucky.
Sucker Punch (ao3) - yellow_crayon
E, 15k
Summary: Steve Rogers is not the blushing virgin everyone thinks.
(Five times they almost get caught and one time they do.)
To A Girl in 1943 on the USO Tour (ao3) - UnderwhelmingAlchemist
E, 4k
Summary: Steve is questioned about how exactly he lost his virginity. Technically he's only lying about the "girl" part. After all, it was someone in 1943, and it was at the end of his USO tour, and they were wearing one of the dancer's costumes. Close enough, right?
Upskirt Angle (ao3) - zetsubonna
M, 315
Summary: Anon requested: During the war, Bucky gets his hands on a USO girl outfit, wears it, and makes Steve roleplay.
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What If Things Were Different (ao3) - ceealaina
G, 1k
Summary: What if Bucky wasn't captured by Hydra, and instead was sitting in the audience with the rest of the 107th while Captain America took the stage?
In my head Steve and Bucky are so in love it's ridiculous, but it can be read as just two best friends if that's how you prefer it.
#themculibrary#stucky#steve rogers#bucky barnes#stucky masterlist#uso show#uso show masterlist#masterlists#m/m
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I.. listen.
The USO girl, you know witch one i'm talking about, is not a USO girl. Not really. Not anymore.
What if it's happen after Bucky's fall ?
Like Steve is so down, and depressed, and sad and.. he doesn't even know what is he because his heart just dispears in the snow.
And the Howlies take him to that tent (that tent when all the officers and soldiers go went they want to have fun or just tenderness because it's fucking war everywhere they go).
And that girl smiles to him. Takes him to a room like five minutes away from there. And he doesn't even care. He feels like a fucking puppet. With no fucking heart beating.
She knows. Because he's not the first soldier to come for nothing, for just some arms and sleep.
She takes him to bed and... He lost it. Every fucking tears. Every fucking cries.
She's just there. Telling him it's gonna be ok. He's gonna be home soon. He's gonna see his family soon.
That's just break him more.
"I don't have a family anymore." She's silent, just passing her hands on his back. "I don't have a home..."
"Of course you do honey." But she doesn't know him. So he continues. Because he had already lost everything today so why not his job too.
"My family die today. My lover die. I don't have.. I'm alone. I don't have anyone. My home is dead. My man is dead."
She doesn't even froze. She just continues her up and down on his back.
"He's dead. He's dead. I - Bucky's dead." He cry.
And cry.
And she's just comforting him like she can. And she know she can't.
"My Anna die two week ago. She was..." Her smile is dead, but he listen. "She was my home. Like your man was yours. Grief is... Horrible. And i can't tell anybody about it cause.. well you know."
He laugh. But it's dark and dying. And tears.
"I don't have a home ether now." She finish. "But we can built ourself a home. For just us and their memory."
"Maybe."
The new morning, the rumors of Captain America seing a girl is everywhere. Isabelle just winks at him when all the soldiers look a them like it's a fucking victory. She kiss his cheek.
"See you soon i hope my Captain. I miss our time on the road."
And she's walking out. And Steve remember her now. Because, yes, she was one of his girls on the tour. Yes, he likes her because she was all laugh and smile.
And he remember the readhead with her. Laughing silently and smiling in her hand. And he's smiling, just a little. Because he see it now.
"See you soon my beautiful dancer'." She looks at him and sing that fucking song he kinda hate.
And that. That is the history behind the USO girl. That it. Just a girl and a guy grieving.
But they don't have to know that. Nobody need to know that.
Anybody does.
And when, one more time, one more stupid time, Tony jokes about him being prude, pur and virgin he just...
"Your dad did not tell you about Isabelle ? The all army knew about Isabelle."
Tony froze. Everbody froze. Natasha laugh because she knew better. She's the only one.
So yes. The USO girl.
Not really one. But he's not really a man girl anyway.
#steve rogers#stucky#bucky barnes#marvel#mcu#uso girl#drabble#i guess#sorry for my english#i try#tony stark#natasha romanov#Avengers
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by aimmyarrowshigh
Bettie smiles up at Steve and turns so that her long, lean white back faces him. “Zip me up, Captain?”
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Or, Captain America FUCKS. (And then gets fucked.)
Words: 8874, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Original Female Character(s), Hedy Lamarr
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Original Female Character(s), James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers/Original Female Character(s), Steve Rogers/Hedy Lamarr
Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Captain America: The First Avenger, USO Tour Steve Rogers, Fresh-Baked Steve Rogers, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Post-Serum Bucky Barnes, Captain America FUCKS, Is this the filthiest thing I've ever written? Perhaps., Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Dacryphilia, Rough Sex, Steve Rogers' First Time with a Woman, Polyamory, Foursome - F/F/M/M, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Bottom Steve Rogers, Top Bucky Barnes, Chivalrous Steve Rogers, Artist Steve Rogers, USO girls - Freeform, World War II, Post-Episode: s01e01 A Normal Amount of Rage (She-Hulk: Attorney at Law), Golden Age Hollywood, 5 Times, I can't stop cackling that they canonized that it wasn't Peggy...
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Title: Who Do You Want Me to Be?
Collaborator Name: ceealaina
Card:
TSB - 4008
IHB - 2007
Link: AO3
Square Filled:
TSB A1 - Tony Stark/James Rhodes
IHB G3 - Guilt
Ship: IronHusbands
Rating: Explicit
Major Tags: Friends to Lovers, Pining, Pre-Iron Man 1
Summary: It's the early 90s and Rhodey's just returned stateside with a shiny new promotion. So of course Tony turns up like a one-man USO troupe to help him celebrate. And all of a sudden Rhodey's seeing Tony in a whole new light.
Word Count: 7908
Rhodey sighed and rolled his neck, trying to stave off the headache he could feel building in his skull as he listened to the hold music. After he’d come back from Kuwait there had been medals, and ceremonies, and promotions, and now he was halfway through his extended leave. He’d been excited about having three straight weeks off when they’d first offered it to him, but his family had only been able to get time off for about a week, leaving him to entertain himself for the rest of the time. Some of his Air Force buddies were here too, and the hotel they’d been put up in was really nice, and he wasn’t… not having fun, exactly. But he’d been feeling antsy and unsettled and maybe a little lonely -- especially when all his friends had brought their girlfriends along to stay.
The hold music clicked off then and a moment later there was a soft, feminine voice on the line. “Stark Industries, Tony Stark’s office. How may I direct your call?”
Rhodey rolled his eyes a little -- not at her, just at the idea of his dumbass former roommate having a personal assistant. “I’m calling for Tony, please.” (Obviously, he resisted the urge to add. Why else would he be calling Tony Stark’s office.)
“I’m sorry, I’m afraid Mr. Stane has asked that all Mr. Stark’s calls be held today. May I take a message?”
“Oh, uh…” Rhodey fought back a sigh. “It’s Captain Rhodes, calling for Tony please.”
“Oh, of course!” she said, her tone changing. “I’ll put you right through. And if I may, congratulations on your promotion, Captain.”
“Thanks,” Rhodey told her genuinely, grinning despite himself as he imagined Tony going around telling everybody in the office, down to his damn secretary. The hold music came back on but it was just a few seconds before it clicked off again.
“Hey handsome,” Tony’s voice drawled down the line. “How’s your leave going? Partying it up? Knock anyone up yet??”
“Jesus,” Rhodey muttered, laughing a little as he flopped back on his bed and scrubbed a hand over his hair. “You never stop, do you?”
“Don’t lie, you love it.”
Maybe it was Rhodey’s imagination, or maybe he was projecting, but he thought Tony sounded tired.
“Yeah, I do,” he agreed, unable to keep back a little sigh at the admission.
“Hey, you alright?” Tony’s tone was teasing. “You’re sounding awfully maudlin for somehow who just got about a metric shit ton of commendations from the Air Force.”
Rhodey huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, I’m good,” he promised, scratching at his chin; he’d skipped shaving the last few days. And then, because he’d had just enough beer with dinner to keep him honest, “It feels weird celebrating without you here, man.”
“Hey, you know I’d be there if I could, right?” Tony sounded agonized, and Rhodey felt his stomach sour with guilt. Tony’s parents had barely died a year ago, and he had a ton on his plate. Rhodey should have been checking in on him more, not making him feel guilty for not dropping everything to fly across the country and keep Rhodey company. “I’m really sorry.” Tony gave a little laugh but it sounded forced and even more exhausted than before. “I’d much, much rather be there, believe me. This is… Well it’s just that there are these deadlines looming, and Obie’s been really pushing me to come up with the next great thing, and since my parents--,” He choked on the word, cleared his throat, tried again. “Since dad died the board’s been on my ass, and everyone’s got ideas about what I should be doing and saying and how I should be behaving. I just couldn’t get away.”
“Hey, no, come on.” Rhodey shook his head, even though Tony couldn’t see him. The other man still sounded pained, like he was letting Rhodey down and it killed him, and Rhodey was gonna shut that idea down fast. “It’s totally fine, Tones, I promise. I miss you, but I can still survive without you, you twerp.”
Tony snorted. “You sure about that?”
“I’ll get by. And hey, when things settle down I’m sure I can get a couple days off. We’ll live it up like it’s 1985.”
“So… Cheap beer and terrible videos?”
“You know it baby.”
“Yeah, alright.” Tony hummed. “I miss that,” he admitted quietly. “No stakes. And I miss you too, Honeybear.”
“Obviously,” Rhodey told him. “I’m a goddamn gift, Stark.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Tony told him. And then his voice shifted, obviously talking to someone. “Yeah, I know. No, I didn’t forget Obie, I just had something come up. I’ll be right there, I promise… Just let me finish this call.”
There was a long moment of silence, long enough that Rhodey wondered if Obie hadn’t let it go, if Tony had had to hang up on him.
“Sorry,” Tony finally said, just as Rhodey was wondering if he should hang up too. He sounded completely deflated, all traces of good mood evaporated. “Board meeting. Guess I better go.”
“Man, I thought CEO meant you’d have more freedom,” Rhodey teased, trying to make Tony a little brighter. But there was no trace of humour in Tony’s voice when he replied.
“Yeah. Me too.” There was a shuffling of papers. “Shit, okay, I really better go. Obie’s gonna be pissed if he has to come back to get me again. Have, like, an entire bottle of champagne for me, yeah?”
Rhodey smiled despite himself. “Sure, Tones,” he agreed. “Don’t work too hard.”
The line was dead before he finished the words.
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Despite everything, Rhodey woke up feeling better the next morning; talking to Tony always seemed to have that effect, even if he was a chaotic disaster child. He was still lonely -- especially after watching Mikey literally feeding his girlfriend waffles at brunch the next morning -- but it felt more tolerable after that.
And then, just as a group of them were making plans to do something for the afternoon, he heard a low whistle from behind him. “Hey sailors,” an extremely familiar voice drawled. “Enjoying your leave?”
Rhodey whipped around so fast it was a miracle he didn’t injure himself, watching as Tony sauntered into the room, wearing his sunglasses inside like a complete asshole. “I know you know it's the Air Force, you absolute jackass,” he told him, grinning wide.
Tony just shrugged, his smile just as bright, and Rhodey got up to give him a huge hug -- no delicate ‘bro’ hugs for them. He could feel Tony sink into it the way he always did when he got a proper hug and Rhodey squeezed him a little tighter, letting go just before it got weird.
“What are you doing here, man? I thought you were in LA.”
Tony rolled his eyes. “Dude, I’ve got like a fleet of private jets. What’s the point of being CEO if I don’t get to fly them at my whim.”
Rhodey just gave him a pointed look and Tony shrugged again.
“I don’t know, you sounded bummed on the phone, and I don’t trust the US of Army to be showing you boys a proper good time, so I snuck out.”
“Again, it’s Air Force, and you know that.” Rhodey was still grinning. “It’s good to see you, Tones.” He cleared his throat then, realizing he’d been staring at Tony, and steered him towards his friends. “Come on, come meet everyone.”
Tony, of course, immediately charmed everyone, making the rounds and introducing himself and laughing like they were all old friends before pulling up a chair at the table and stealing the rest of Rhodey’s waffles like he couldn’t afford his own. It felt nice, right, the way things were supposed to be. He was maybe a little worried about the sudden decision to just take off, but it wasn’t like Tony’s relationship to spontaneity was a new one. It was probably his version of sticking it to the man, or just his best friend being his normal over-the-top self when it came to showing his affection for their friendship.
Or maybe, Rhodey reconsidered when he saw the activities Tony had booked for them, he was working out his 'I'm-as-good-as-Captain-America-right-Dad?' issues.
“Jesus man,” he said, laughing as he read over a copy of itinerary that Tony’d had his secretary print out and fucking laminate for everyone. “You’ve got helicopter tours of the city on here. What are you, the one-man USO girl troupe?”
Tony just looked over from where he’d been writing down the contact info for some exclusive wedding venue for Matt’s fiancée. “That’s for later, baby,” he purred with a ridiculous, lascivious wink that had Rhodey busting out laughing. The whole thing was insane and over-the-top and ninety million percent Tony, and everyone seemed onboard so Rhodey figured, why not?
And the day was a blast. Overdone it might have been, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t a great time. Tony had won everyone over in about five seconds flat, and the more ridiculous his antics the more they seemed to like him -- not that Rhodey was surprised, since that described their entire relationship. And he loved having Tony there with him, hadn’t even realized just how much he’d missed having him by his side.
Tony had, apparently, planned some big dinner and party for them all at the hotel, so after a packed day everyone had gone back to their rooms to rest and get ready. Rhodey had had just enough time to dump his wallet and keys and strip off his shirt before there was a knock on his door. He wasn’t even surprised when he opened it and found Tony on the other side, leaning coquettishly against the frame. Rhodey snorted but didn’t acknowledge his positioning further, just left the door open and turned back into the room. He could practically hear Tony pouting at his lack of response, but he followed him in anyway, flinging himself across Rhodey’s bed.
“Hey handsome,” he purred, dragging his eyes up and down Rhodey’s bare chest.
“You’re hopeless,” Rhodey told him, throwing his t-shirt at Tony’s face.
“Wow,” Tony mumbled, words muffled from underneath the fabric. “Rude.”
Rhodey laughed, grabbing a dress shirt from the closest. “Hey,” he said, sitting on the side of the bed and smacking Tony’s leg. “How’re you doing, man? Like really. Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you even doing here? You okay?”
“Huh?” Tony pulled the shirt off his face, giving Rhodey a borderline-manic smile. “Fine, great, excellent.” He sat up fluttering his eyelashes at Rhodey. “Why do you ask?”
Rhodey rolled his eyes at him. “Don’t do that, Tones. Come on.”
Tony shrugged, suddenly fascinated by an invisible stray thread on his pants. “I don’t know,” he mumbled, like he was five. He looked back up at Rhodey, his eyes suddenly tired. “I’m running the company. It’s busy.”
“Busy,” Rhodey replied dryly.
Tony rolled his eyes at him. “There’s… It’s a lot. And Obie’s, I don’t know… Different, I guess, when I’m the CEO, and… I don’t know. It’s weird not having you around, and you know me, I don’t think things through so I just figured, why not? And now I’m here.”
“Mmm,” Rhodey considered this a moment and then turned to Tony with a bright grin. “Are you saying I’m your happy place, Stark?”
“You know it, Honeybear,” Tony retorted, and he was obviously going for dry and sarcastic, but there was something a little too sincere in his voice, a shy little smile unwillingly teasing across his lips.
“Hey, it’s okay, baby,” Rhodey told him. “I’ll be your happy place. I make you feel all warm and safe and squishy inside, that’s totally fine with me, man. I’m very comfortable in my masculinity.”
“You’re very stupid, is what you are,” Tony retorted, but that little smile had turned into a full-fledged grin, and the stress lines around his eyes were fading a little.
Rhodey flicked Tony’s nipple, just for the strangled wheezing noise he made and the way he clapped his hand to his chest, staring at Rhodes like he had some kind of virtue to protect. “Takes one to know one,” Rhodey informed him childishly before sobering a little. “Seriously, Tones, don’t overdo it though, alright?”
Tony blinked back at him innocently. “Overdo it? Me?”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, that’s your middle name or whatever. I mean it, though. You need a break, take it. Not that I don’t appreciate it, but this is a lot. We’ll survive without a round of helicopter paintball or whatever you have planned next.” He rolled his eyes at the look on Tony's face. “No, that’s not a suggestion.”
Tony pouted a little before he relented. “Rhodey, honey, I promise, this is a break for me. I’m having a blast.”
“Yeah, alright.” Rhodey smacked his leg. “Come on then, Captain Overdo It. Somebody said something about a party downstairs. You wanna borrow my shower? Maybe a fresh shirt? You stink, dude.”
“I don’t stink,” Tony scoffed. “I’ll have you know my cologne is imported, and very expensive.” He made a show of sniffling his own armpit and then wrinkled his nose. “Yeah, okay, maybe I’ll grab a quick shower,” he said before suddenly sitting upright so fast he nearly gave Rhodey whiplash. “Oh, no wait, I just remembered! I, uh… Left something in my room. I’ll shower there. Meet you downstairs?”
He was gone before Rhodey could actually give him an answer, leaving him shaking his head as the door fell shut behind him. “Whatever, weirdo.”
***
Rhodey occupied himself with his Air Force buddies, drinking and shooting the shit while he waited for whatever crazy surprise Tony had cooked up now. He was upstairs long enough that Rhodey was just considering going up to make sure he hadn’t gotten trapped in the shower curtain or something when Mikey’s jaw dropped, eyes going wide. “Oh my god,” he muttered as the room erupted into jeers and catcalls.
Rhodey spun around and nearly fell off his stool as Tony sauntered into the room in a vintage Captain America USO girl costume, complete with halter top, red and white flared miniskirt, and a pair of ridiculous starry blue heels. “Oh my god,” Rhodey echoed, completely able to look away.
Tony stopped a few feet away and cocked his hip, the heels and the angle making his ass even more gorgeous than usual. “Hey sailor,” he purred with a ridiculous, over-the-top wink, and Rhodey couldn’t even find it in himself to remind Tony once again that they were Air Force, not Navy. Tony just smirked at him. “Told you I was going to show you boys a good time.” He stilled then, waiting for some kind of a reaction, and there was the slightest bit of hesitation creeping into his smile.
“Jesus Christ,” Rhodey finally managed, shaking his head and laughing, and Tony relaxed again. “You are an absolute idiot.”
Tony shrugged. “That’s not what the shareholders say,” he answered, and without skipping a beat he closed the distance between them and plopped himself in Rhodey’s lap, sitting sideways and stealing Rhodey’s beer.
“Yeah, sure, help yourself,” Rhodey grumbled, signalling the laughing waitress for another. He let his hand settle on Tony’s leg since there wasn’t much room anywhere else, especially now that Tony had gotten past his skinny twink phase. The fabric was a little stiff beneath his fingers, and he peered more closely at Tony’s costume. “Wait, is this an actual USO costume?”
Tony shrugged, unphased as he stole Jake’s fries. “Dad had some weird shit in his Captain America collection. ‘S mine now.” He shot Rhodey a bright smile over his shoulder as he popped another fry in his mouth, winking at him in the process.
“Jesus,” Rhodey muttered. He shifted his legs a little, the left one starting to go to sleep. “You’re fucking heavy, man. Is there something wrong with the chairs?”
Tony just squirmed his ass a little harder on Rhodey’s thighs. “Well, you know. You’re the only one here without a girlfriend, so I figured I’d step in.”
“Just helpin’ out, huh?” Rhodey asked dryly.
“Exactly.” Tony agreed. “Just helping out.”
Rhodey shrugged and resigned himself to spending the evening like this, shifting into a slightly more comfortable position and then pinching Tony’s side hard for good measure. He yelped, loudly, and Rhodey cracked up, nearly dumping Tony on the floor in the process. He looked up a second later in time to catch the end of a look shared between Mikey and Jake and frowned a little. “What?”
“Nothing!” Mikey said quickly, Jake holding up his hands innocently. “Just, you know… This explains so much.”
“Explains what?” Rhodey asked suspiciously.
“Well, I mean… You’re very…” He trailed off, looking for the right word, and Jake snickered.
“Uptight?” he offered.
“And this explains that,” Mikey said.
Rhodey blinked back at them, not following, and Jake gestured toward Tony, distracted with talking to somebody else.
“You left all your stupid at home.”
Immediately Tony whipped around to face them. “You calling me stupid?” he asked, face lighting up. “Awesome.”
“You are stupid,” Rhodey told him.
“Awww. Love you too, Honeybear.”
The thing was, Rhodey was so used to Tony being Tony that he didn’t even give his behaviour a second thought. The constant flirting, the sexual innuendos, the way he strutted around in those ridiculous heels like he wore them every day, arching his back in ways that seemed strategically designed to draw Rhodey’s eyes to his ass… It was all the same Tony he’d known every day since he met him. And sure, as the night went on and the booze flowed his eyes drifted to Tony’s ass even without Tony’s doing everything he could to draw attention to it, but that was nothing new either. It was just… How they were.
Tony was back in his lap again, his weight oddly comforting. Rhodey hadn’t even noticed his hand snaking around Tony’s waist until it was suddenly vibrating beneath him.
“What the hell?” Rhodey yelped, voice way too high. He snatched his hand back like something had bit him and Tony nearly laughed himself sick.
“Sorry, sorry,” he said, pulling out a monster of a cell phone. He wiggled the ringing device. “Top of the line,” he told him before he glanced down at the caller id and his face fell a little. Rhodey felt his heart clench sympathetically as Tony blew out a deep sigh. “It’s Obie,” he said. “I, uh… I should take this.” He gave Rhodey a smile, but even in his half drunk state, Rhodey could tell it was a little forced. “Back in a flash.”
With Tony gone, Rhodey leaned back and let the voices and music and laughter and general sounds of the party wash over him as he sipped at his beer. He was vaguely aware of Jake wandering off too, and Mikey sliding over to the seat beside him, and he grinned when Mikey clapped him on the shoulder.
“Having a good time?”
“Uh, yeah,” Mikey agreed, gazing around at the light show and DJ that Tony had brought in from somewhere. “This is insane.”
Rhodey shrugged, vaguely aware that he was grinning. “That’s Tony.”
��Yeah…” Mikey glanced around and shifted a little closer. “Hey, Captain?”
“Mmm?”
“I’m not asking, and you’re not telling, but please god, kiss your boyfriend he explodes.” He grinned then, and while Rhodey was left blinking back at him, he gave him a wink and wandered off after Jake.
“No,” Rhodey said weakly, even though Mikey was far enough away that he never would have heard him even without the noise of the party. “He’s… I’m… We’re not…”
But the thing was, why weren’t they? If he was really, truly honest with himself, in the way that only came with a bit of a buzz, there’d always been something there, an extra side to their friendship that they’d never quite touched on. The flirting, the grand gestures… They’d been dancing around each other for years, really, and apparently hadn’t even been that subtle about it.
Abruptly, Rhodey shoved his chair back from the table he was sitting at, looking around the room for Tony. He had no idea what he was going to do or say to him, but now that it had been pointed out, he couldn’t stand another second of letting this hang over them without doing something about it.
There was no sign of Tony in the bar, probably still on the phone, but Rhodey noticed a promising looking side door, half propped open. Slipping through found him in a concrete back hallway of the hotel where, more importantly, he could hear Tony’s voice bouncing off the walls. He followed the sound, and found him around a corner further down the hall. He was still on the phone with Obie, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed and a pinched, tired look on his face that Rhodey didn’t like at all. He didn’t appear to have heard Rhodey, though through some trick of acoustics Rhodey could hear Obie’s voice filtering through the tinny speakers of the phone, demanding to know when Tony was going to be back from his distraction of a vacation.
Rhodey wasn’t wasted by any means, but he was just drunk enough for it to seem like a good idea to step forward and take the phone out of Tony’s hand. Tony’s eyes snapped open, and Rhodey had the brief thought that they really were gorgeous, even when looking confused, before he held the phone up to his own ear.
“Hey Obadiah?” he said down the line, not even stumbling over the name as he cut off whatever the other man was saying. “Fuck off.”
Tony’s eyes went even wider as Rhodey punched the off button. “Rhodey… What?” His tongue flicked out against his lower lip, a nervous tic that he’d had for years, but Rhodey’s eyes focused on his lips with the motion.
Rather than speaking, he let his arm drop to his side and stepped forward, closing the distance between them. His other hand came up, curling around the back of Tony’s neck, and Tony inhaled sharply, lips parting. Rhodey couldn’t resist then, leaning in to kiss him.
It was soft and sweet at first; he’d meant it to just be soft and sweet. But then Tony made a soft noise, his hands curling in Rhodey’s shirt, and without quite meaning to Rhodey deepened the kiss. The phone dropped to the floor with a loud clatter as he pushed Tony up against the wall, having just enough presence of mind to cradle his head so it didn’t smash into the concrete. His other hand dropped to Tony’s thigh and he moaned softly into his mouth at the brush of bare skin beneath the fabric of the short skirt, pressing his own thick thigh up between Tony’s legs.
And then the press of Tony’s hands against his chest changed and he was shoving instead, enough force behind it that Rhodey staggered backwards. His balance was off and when he regained his footing Tony was staring at him, a slightly shaking hand clapped over his mouth. Rhodey couldn’t quite find the words to ask what was going on and Tony regained his composure, drawing in a deep breath before he lowered his hand again.
“What the fuck are you doing, Rhodes?” he asked, and his voice was low and cold but there was hurt in his expression, not anger.
“I mean…” Rhodey shrugged helplessly because he’d thought it was kind of obvious, but that didn’t seem to make Tony feel better, hiding his face as he stooped to pick up his phone.
“I’m not your drunk, pity, gay experiment, Rhodey,” he said quietly, before turning and striding off down the long corridor.
Rhodey sighed, and thumped his head against the wall.
His first instinct was to take off after Tony, to try and explain what he’d been thinking. But while he wasn’t drunk drunk, he clearly wasn’t sober enough to not be a total moron, and the truth was that he hadn’t been thinking, he’d just… Wanted. So instead of going after Tony, or going back to the party, he wandered through the confusing back halls until he found an exit, slipping outside into the night air.
It was cold out, but it was refreshing after the sweltering heat of the party and Rhodey’s head felt clearer almost as soon as he was outside. Still, he wandered around for a while, trying to get his thoughts together before he ambushed Tony again. Suddenly kissing him after years of supposedly being straight probably hadn’t been the best way to handle this.
He was shivering in his shirtsleeves by the time he made it back into the lobby. The party still seemed to be going strong, but he ignored it in favour of the elevators, heading up to Tony’s room on the top floor -- penthouse, of course. He drew a deep breath before knocking, and there was a long moment of silence on the other side of the door, long enough that he was worried Tony was going to ignore him entirely, before his voice finally filtered through the thick wooden door.
“It’s open.”
Rhodey let himself in, locking the door behind him, and followed the faint sounds of splashing water to the bathroom. He found Tony stretched out in the bathtub, up to his neck in a thick layer of bubbles. He was focused intently on the faucet, although his eyes flicked briefly over to Rhodey at his appearance. Not wanting to corner him, Rhodey leaned against the bathroom door frame, hands in his pockets.
“Rich guy like you leaving your hotel room unlocked while you’re in the tub? Doesn’t seem like the safest idea.”
Tony just shrugged, still not meeting his eyes, and flicked at some bubbles. “Think I’m safe. They’re supposed to have pretty good security here. Although I guess they’re letting just anyone up here now,” he added, the words void of their usual snark. Rhodey sighed.
“Hey, so, I’m an idiot.”
Tony snorted.
“First of all, are you okay? Second of all, I think I’m missing something here. Third of all, why are you hanging out in this whirlpool. You have something approaching Olympic-sized at home, I know you do.”
Tony finally looked over at him then. His hair was soft and curling from the steam and he shoved a stray strand impatiently out of his eye. “Well, you’re definitely missing something. But I guess I like this tub because it’s here.”
“Right. That makes sense.”
“... Where you are.”
“Oh.” Rhodey felt his stomach swoop. “Oh.”
“Yeah.” Tony let his eyes cut away again. “Guess we’re both idiots, huh?”
Rhodey huffed out a laugh. Tony’s cheeks were flushed, and he was pretty sure it wasn’t just because of the heat of the water. “So all of this was…?”
“For you? Yep,” Tony confirmed dryly. “You know how I am with self control.”
“So why’d you run away when I kissed you, then?”
Tony looked over at him with an arched eyebrow. “Because you were drunk.”
“Not that drunk.”
“And I didn’t want you to regret it when you sobered up,” Tony continued, ignoring Rhodey’s interruption. “And… And… Maybe I was panicking a little. Like sure, I guess I did all this to show you I liked you but then I started thinking what if you only like me because I did all this? I wanna bang you like a screen door in a hurricane, but I never expected you to know about it, you know?”
Rhodey couldn’t help it, he started to laugh, and Tony groaned, burying his face in his wet hands, soap suds dripping down his arms.
“You wanna bang me like a screen door in a hurricane, huh?”
Tony groaned louder. “Shut up,” he grumbled, words muffled by his hands.
Rhodey ignored him, moving across the room to sit on the side of the tub and pull Tony’s hands away from his face. “That all you wanna do?” he asked softly.
Tony blinked up at him with those ridiculously wide, beautiful eyes before he shook his head. “No,” he admitted hoarsely. “I want to take you out to nice dinners, and galas, and watch movies like we used to but with cuddling and making out and… I want to be the one you come home to when you’re on leave, I want to be your home and… And…” He faltered, trailing off, and shrugged. “I want it all.”
Rhodey grinned down at him. “Definitely both idiots,” he agreed. “Because I want all of that, too. I just didn’t realize how much until now.”
Tony’s breath caught and he shifted a little closer. “Yeah?” he asked, licking his lower lip. “You promise you’re not drunk?”
Rhodey planted a hand over his chest. “I swear it.”
“Good,” Tony breathed and then his wet hands were fisting in Rhodey’s dress shirt, yanking him in for a rough kiss. Rhodey yelped against his mouth as he nearly lost his balance, felt Tony’s lips curl into a smile against his before they found their rhythm, the kiss even better than the one in the hallway downstairs.
“Shit,” Rhodey breathed when they pulled back again, lips brushing against Tony’s with the motion. Tony laughed softly in return.
“Shit,” he agreed. “Is this even real?” he added, sounding absolutely delighted by the fact. Rhodey immediately reached up to pinch him hard in the arm, and Tony cried out, swatting at him in return. “What the fuck, Rhodes?”
“You asked!” Rhodey said, grinning, and got a faceful of water splashed in his face for his trouble. He had to splash Tony back in turn and the two of them ended up splashing and smacking at each other until Rhodey did lose his balance, slipping into the tub with his legs still hooked over the side. Tony nearly drowned himself, he was laughing so hard, slipping under the water and sloshing it all up over the side and onto the bathroom floor. “Stop laughing,” Rhodey grumbled, although he was laughing too. He smacked Tony’s leg under the water as he bumped up against him.
“Sorry,” Tony said, not sounding it at all. His eyes were sparkling as he pulled himself upright a little, leaning into Rhodey’s shoulder. “Guess we should get you out of those wet clothes, honey,” he added, barely getting the words out before he was snorting with laughter again, draping himself across Rhodey.
“You’re hopeless,” Rhodey told him, snaking his arm around Tony’s waist. “Don’t know what I see in you.”
“Too late,” Tony told him. “You already said you like me. Can’t take it back now.” He stilled then, suddenly very interested in the button on Rhodey’s cuff. “Uhh, you do, right? Like me, I mean? I mean, I know you’re my best friend but… This isn’t just a sex thing for you, right?”
“Tony…” Rhodey just shook his head. “You're hopeless,” he repeated, waiting for Tony to look up at him again. “It’s not just a sex thing,” he promised. “I like you, Tony. I really like you. Even more than as my best friend. I might actually be a little bit in love with you, I just haven’t had enough time to process it yet, but…” He trailed off, pretending to consider. “Yep, I’m definitely at least a little bit in love with you.”
Tony’s eyes were shining, and he cleared his throat. “I’m maybe a little in love with you too, Honeybear.”
Rhodey gazed at him a few minutes longer, his own throat feeling a little thick before he patted Tony’s leg again. “Well, if we’re all on the same page then I think that demands a celebration party.”
Tony’s nose wrinkled. “You want to go back downstairs?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of room service? Pizza, champagne, movies on TV… I think I was promised cuddles and making out?”
Tony gave him a slow, sweet smile, leaning forward to kiss him again. “Yeah,” he said, grinning against Rhodey’s lips. “That sounds perfect.”
It was a little longer before they managed to extricate themselves from the cooling water of the tub, and get dried off and dressed -- since naked cuddling seemed a little weird, when they hadn’t done anything more than kiss. Rhodey borrowed some sweats while Tony ordered the room service, which meant they ended up with the most expensive champagne the hotel had on offer.
By the time Tony was pouring a second glass for them, Rhodey was feeling loose and bubbly, partly from the champagne but mostly just from how right everything felt. They hadn’t done anything, were just sitting side by side, watching Lethal Weapon like any number of nights at MIT, but it still felt like he’d found something he hadn't even known he was missing. So when Tony passed him the refilled glass, he set it on the nightstand instead, turning back to Tony and curling a hand around his neck, drawing him in for a slow kiss.
“Oh.” Tony hummed happily against his lips, squirming closer as he kissed him back, and when they pulled apart again that flush was back on his cheeks, along with a pleased smile. “Hey.”
Rhodey snorted, kissed him again. “Hey.”
Stretched out and reclining against the pillows as they were, it wasn’t long before they shifted lower, until they were lying on their sides, facing each other. Their kissing picked up, less exploring and more intent, and Rhodey was hyper aware of everything about Tony, the way he was panting into his mouth, the soft, needy little whines that occasionally slipped past his lips, the way his ankle was rubbing between Rhodey’s own, a poor replica of what he really wanted. Tony’s ratty old t-shirt had rucked up and Rhodey’s free hand had settled on his hip, stroking over the warm skin until Tony was shivering against him.
Tony pulled back suddenly, his hair even more fluffed up and falling into his eyes. Rhodey couldn’t resist brushing it out of his face and Tony’s nose wrinkled, like he thought he could hide how pleased he was by the action.
“You’re such a sap,” he whispered, leaning in to suck at Rhodey’s lower lip. It was Rhodey’s turn to shiver, doubly so when Tony slid a hand up under his t-shirt and dragged short nails down his chest. Tony smirked and moved closer until they were pressed together head to toe. Rhodey could feel him hot and hard against his hip, and Tony moaned when the sensation had him twitching against Tony’s tip in turn. “Are we, um…” His voice was hoarse and he gave Rhodey a crooked grin. “Are we doing this?”
“Are we doing this?” Rhodey repeated, laughing when Tony groaned and ducked his head against his neck. “Is that the famous Stark charm you’re always bragging about? Christ, how do you ever get laid?”
“I hate you,” Tony grumbled, but Rhodey could feel him shaking with laughter against him. He took advantage of Tony being distracted to roll them, easily flipping Tony onto his back so he could straddle his waist and lean over him. Tony stopped laughing, staring up at him with wide, soft eyes, and swallowed hard.
Rhodey grinned, grinding down against Tony a little and grinning at the near-gasp that slipped past his lips at the sensation. “So what do you want to do?”
Tony groaned and his hands slipped down, clutching and squeezing at Rhodey’s sides. “Christ, Rhodes,” he grumbled. “You’re gonna fucking melt my brain here. I want… I want…” Suddenly his mouth dropped open, expression changing into one of disbelief. “Oh, fuck me.”
“I mean, that was what I was getting at,” Rhodey teased, laughing when Tony swatted at his shoulder blade. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, come on. What’s wrong? You’re in a hotel room with a gorgeous man between your thighs. What more could you want?”
“Lube,” Tony muttered, sounding distraught, and Rhodey blinked.
“What?”
“I don’t have any lube,” Tony whined, his cheeks flushed again. Rhodey had never seen him blush this much in his life, and he was kind of enjoying it. This may have been an unfortunate turn, but he couldn’t help laughing anyway.
“Are you sure you’re really Tony Stark? Aren’t you some kind of self-proclaimed sex god?”
Tony huffed and squirmed. “It’s not… I didn’t… I had some, but then I… I came here to see you, asshole. I wasn’t planning to hook up.”
“I’m sorry, didn’t I just see you in a vintage USO costume with the express intent of hooking up with me?”
“I didn’t expect that to work!” Tony wailed, burying his face in his hands. “Please hand me a pillow. I need to smother myself.”
“Hey, no, come on.” Since Tony was still hiding his face, Rhodey ducked down to kiss over his neck, tonguing at a tendon that had Tony moaning. “I’m sure we can figure out something to do instead.”
“Yeah?” Tony asked, voice coming out breathy. His hand moved to scratch over the back of Rhodey’s head, and his hips rocked up against him. “You want me to put the skirt back on?”
Rhodey laughed into his skin. “Maybe later,” he hummed, lifting his head again to give Tony a wink. “Besides, it was the heels that really did it for me. Your ass is incredible, man.”
“Finally,” Tony huffed. “You know how many squats I’ve been doing, waiting for you to notice?”
Rhodey rolled his eyes. “Of course you have,” he muttered, kissing him again. Tony melted against him -- so easy -- and Rhodey took advantage to wrangle his arm between their bodies, cupping Tony’s cock through his pants. He was hot and thick even under the fabric and Tony moaned at the touch, legs falling a little further open.
“Christ,” he gasped. “Little warning.”
“Aww. Where’s the fun in that?” Rhodey asked, squeezing and then stroking up his length with his thumb.
“Fuck,” Tony choked out. “You’re a goddamn menace.” He squirmed and wriggled underneath Rhodey, hauling on his t-shirt. “Come on, I wanna see you.”
Rhodey grinned and sat back on Tony’s thighs, pulling his t-shirt off over his head. Tony made a soft, pleased, humming sound at the sight, eyes fixated somewhere around Rhodey pecs before dragging over to his biceps, and Rhodey preened at his obvious appreciation. He waited a moment before arching an eyebrow at Tony. “You gonna reciprocate there, hot shot?” he asked, flicking Tony’s nipple again. Tony made the same, hilarious sound, but this time it was followed by his eyelashes fluttering and a low moan, his hips arching up.
“Every time,” he muttered, sounding breathless. His eyes were heavy lidded and he grinned up at Rhodey from under thick eyelashes. “Every time you do that it goes right to my cock, jackass.”
Rhodey felt his cock twitch at the thought, at the idea of Tony, trying to hide how affected he was. He pulled Tony up off the mattress to kiss him again, wrestling with his shirt in the process. It took a few tries but he got it off, letting Tony fall back against the mattress again before following him down. Tony whined when their bare chests pressed together, wriggling around until he could get a leg on either side of Rhodey’s, grinding up against his hip.
“Shit, Rhodey,” he gasped. “You’re killing me. I’m gonna lose it here.”
“Yeah?” Rhodey ground down against him, doing his best to ignore the way his own cock was throbbing in his pants in favour of teasing Tony. “You that close already?”
Tony shrugged, utterly shameless. “You’re hitting all my buttons here, Honeybear. And, you know… I’ve been thinking about this for awhile. Fantasies come true. You…” His eyes fluttered again when Rhodey rubbed over his nipple. “You know how it is.”
“Mmm,” Rhodey hummed, groaning softly when Tony’s fingers scraped over a sensitive spot on his hip. “Yeah, I do.”
He kissed Tony again and wriggled his hand further down between them, shifting and pressing at the waistband of Tony’s sweats until they were sliding down over his hips, his cock popping free. Rhodey rocked back on his elbows far enough to get a look at him. He’d never really thought about men like this before, but Tony was gorgeous.
“What?” he asked, teasing him instead of saying it outloud. “No thong?”
Tony was panting, but he still managed to give Rhodey a smirk. “Maybe next time. Let’s see how good you are first.”
Rhodey narrowed his eyes and then he was curling his hand around Tony’s cock, turning whatever he’d been going to say next into a low whine. Tony rocked his hips up into Rhodey’s grip, and his hands moved to grip tightly at his biceps, hard enough that Rhodey was pretty sure he’d have little fingerprint bruises left behind. The thought turned him on more than he expected and he squeezed around Tony’s cock again, rocking down against him. There was precome beading at the tip and Rhodey dragged his thumb through it, using it to slick Tony up more and filing away the noise he made at the touch for future reference.
“Christ,” he groaned, out of breath himself now as he buried his face in Tony’s shoulder, teasing his skin with his teeth. Tony groaned. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“Could… Say the same to you,” Tony gasped, fingers squeezing harder at his arms. “Fucking come on, Rhodes.”
Rhodey pried his spare hand away from where he’d been clutching Tony’s side, reaching down to shove lopsidedly at the waist of his own pants. Tony picked up on what Rhodey was doing, sliding his hands down over his ass until they’d gotten his sweats pushed down too. He pulled his hand away briefly, ignoring Tony’s petulant whine at the loss, and spit in his hand, curling his hand around both their cocks, pressing them tight together. Tony gave a full body shudder at the feeling, one hand gripping hard at Rhodey’s ass, the other scrabbling over the back of his neck. Rhodey could feel him twitch against him, the feeling almost setting him off, and he closed his fist a little tighter, jerking them off hard and fast. He’d thought it might be a little weird, being with a guy -- he’d never touched a dick that wasn’t his own before. But it wasn’t weird at all, it was just… Tony. They’d always done their best to help each other feel good. This was just taking that to another level.
And it felt really good.
Tony’s body was hot against his, wound tight as he arched into Rhodey’s grip. They’d given up kissing, panting against each other’s mouth as everything spiralled higher, and Tony was making occasional little high-pitched whines that made Rhodey want to lay him out, pin him down and take his time exploring his entire body, finding every little spot that made him make that sound again.
Later, though. For all his teasing of Tony, he wasn’t going to last that much longer himself. He could feel his balls drawing up tight, Tony’s thighs tensing on either side of his hips. He moved his free hand back to Tony’s chest, more of a rough drag than the sensual slide he’d been going for, but Tony didn’t seem to mind when he pinched his nipple again, making him cry out.
“Come on, baby,” Rhodey panted against his lips. “Wanna see you come.”
Tony moaned loudly and then his back was arching, mouth falling open as he spilled over their cocks. One of his hands moved to close over Rhodey’s, squeezing tight around the two of them, and Rhodey nearly choked as he came too, the force of it taking him by surprise.
It was a long moment before he felt like he could breathe again, before he became aware of Tony panting and cursing softly beneath him. Pushing himself up on shaking arms, Rhodey pulled back far enough to collapse on his back beside Tony, sprawled out and panting. He wasn’t even surprised when Tony immediately squirmed around to cuddle up against him, head pillowed under his shoulder. Grinning, Rhodey let his arm curl around Tony, running his fingers absently over his skin.
“Shit,” Tony muttered, turning his head to place an absent kiss on Rhodey’s pec. “That was fucking…”
He trailed off, apparently out of words for the first time, and Rhodey snorted. “Technically, I haven’t fucked you yet.”
Tony made a pained noise. “Do you think there’s a 24-hour pharmacy around here somewhere?” he asked, moving like he was going to sit up, though he settled right back in when Rhodey’s hand closed over his arm.
“Jesus, Tones. Give me a chance to catch my breath, huh?”
“What, are you old?” Tony teased, though he seemed happy enough to just stay there, snuggling. They’d never turned the TV off, and whatever movie was on now was a comforting buzz in the background.
“Yup,” Rhodey agreed. “So ancient. Anyway, I think I’ve got a better idea.”
Tony shifted a little more, turning enough that he could see Rhodey’s face. “Yeah? What’s that?”
Rhodey cleared his throat, feeling absurdly nervous despite everything they’d just done. “You’re going back to California tomorrow, right?”
Tony sighed, long and tired. “Yeah,” he admitted.
“Well, I’ve got another week’s vacation left…”
He trailed off, leaving it hanging, but Tony knew exactly where he was going, pushing himself up on his elbow to grin down at him. “Yeah? Really? You wanna come with me?”
“I mean, if you’ll have me…”
“If I’ll have you, he says,” Tony was still beaming, even as he rolled his eyes, then put on his best affected ‘East Coast Wealthy’ accent. “Yes, Captain Rhodes, I would love to have you join me at the California home for the next week.” Then he waggled his eyebrows at him. “You’re on vacation? You can be my kept man.”
“I’m regretting this already.”
Tony ignored that, flopping back down onto the pillow. “I’ll get you a silk robe, you can spend your days lounging around, making yourself pretty, sunbathing in the nude… Have dinner waiting for me when I get home from the office.”
He was giggling now, and Rhodey smacked him without looking, catching him somewhere around his stomach. “I ain’t cooking for you, man.”
“That’s fine!” Tony assured him, rolling up onto his side to flutter his eyelashes. “We can order in. I am very rich. Just as long as you’re in your best heels and pearls.” He gave Rhodey a ridiculous, over-the-top wink. “Other clothing is optional.”
He looked ridiculous, and so absolutely pleased with himself, and Rhodey couldn’t believe it had taken him this long to realize he was in love with the man.
But he hadn’t gone this long without knowing that if he encouraged Tony he’d never stopped, so instead of telling him how in love with him he was, Rhodey shoved him onto his back again and kissed him until he stopped giggling.
(In retrospect, that probably didn’t have quite the dissuading effect he was going for, but Rhodey couldn’t find it in him to mind all that much.)
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Date Nights 5
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut
New Naughty Series
Steve pulled you closer, dropping your hand in favor of putting his arm around your shoulder. Several people walked the sidewalks even though it was late on a Thursday. It was a rough corner of Brooklyn, and since parking the car meant a bit of a walk to the bar, you were happy to take advantage of Steve’s protective embrace. He pulled a slip from the jar that said “share an old memory” and he surprised you by taking several days to come up with a plan.
You could tell Steve was anxious. His jaw clenched. He kept playing with the keys in his coat pocket with his free hand. “Hey, you okay?”
“Hm? Yeah. Fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” His smile didn’t quite touch his eyes.
You stopped, forcing him to do the same. Before he could say anything, you wrapped both arms around his waist. “I don’t know what you’ve got planned, but if it’s making you feel uncomfortable, we don’t have to do this.” He sighed your name, but you pressed up on your toes to kiss him briefly. “I know you. Your less nervous meeting with the President. What is it?”
Steve sighed. His eyes closed and his head fell back face to the sky for a moment. Finally, he opened his eyes and touched his forehead to yours. “Feeling guilty. Where we’re going, this little bar, I know the owner. I met him through Sam at the VA. Turns out, I knew his granddad back in the day. He was a boy from the neighborhood, a friend of Bucky and mine. Even ended up serving in the 107th with Buck. He was injured in the War and sent home.”
“But you guys don’t stay in touch?”
“I have some. Not as much as I should. For Buck, it brings up a lot of hard memories. Max has a lot of family photos up at the bar, and his granddad, Joey, um, had a thing for Bucky little sister.”
“Bucky has a sister?” You took half a step back, eyes wide. “He’s got family?”
Steve’s face crumbled. “We don’t really talk about it. Becca died in ‘52 in a car crash. It was the night their mom died of cancer. She never had any kids. He’s like me, the last of family.”
“Oh Steve,” you cuddled close. “I’m sorry.”
His strong arms wrapped around you, squeezing you tight before shaking off the feeling. He smiled, “But, Max has great old pictures, serves good wings, plays nothing but oldies, and has a pool table older than I am.”
You beamed back. “Sound wonderful.”
“Okay, Sugar, let me buy you a beer.” He guided you back down the street to the little neighborhood bar. Steve held the door open for you.
Inside, a dark wood bar was heavily polished and surrounded by stools covered in dark green leather. Four tall tables were clustered near the front and a pool table a dart lane took up space toward the back. Tony Bennett played over the speakers. Only the bartender and three others occupied the bar.
“Well, holy shit.” The bartender smiled.
“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” Steve smiled. “How you doing, Max?”
You settle on to one of the bar stools as introductions were made around the room. The regulars asked for a couple selfies with Captain America, and Steve happily complied especially when Max insisted that they leave him alone. You began to look over the wall of photographs behind the bar. There were dozens upon dozens.
A black and white picture that looked like it was taken at a street fair caught your attention. Bucky’s shining smile stood out to you. He looked so innocent, still, that smile was the same. A crowd of five stood around him. One of his arms was around a brunette girl with his eyes. His other arm was around a short blond boy who . . . holy fuck. “Steve!”
“What?” He extricated himself from the others and rushed to your side. “Are you okay?”
You looked up into his face, eyes roaming over his broad shoulders, floored. “That’s you.”
He followed you finger. A sweet, awkward grin spread across his face. “Yeah, that’s me.”
Looking back to the photo again, you couldn’t keep the smile from your face. “How old are you there?”
“Fifteen, sixteen maybe.”
“Fifteen-year-old me, would totally be into fifteen-year-old you.”
“What?” He laughed.
“Look at you. You’re so cute. I mean, that smile.” The picture captivated you. He was so light.
Steve’s arms wrap around your shoulders. His breath tickled your ear. “I think fifteen-year-old me would have fainted at a fifteen-year-old you.”
You giggled. “It’s amazing to see you and Buck so young. I mean I know you’ve been friends forever, but it’s so cool to see pictures.”
“Yeah, there aren’t many.” Steve stood up straight, pointing at a different one. “There’s one of Joey, Becca and Bucky. Below it is Joey and his cousin, but that’s my old building. I lived there.”
“Wait, what’s that?” You pointed at a very faded news article.
“That,” Max took it off the wall and handed it to you. “Is the world’s first look at the new Steve Rogers.”
The news clipping had a picture of Steve in too small clothes, holding the door off an old yellow cab. Steve leaned close to you. “That was the very day Dr. Erskine changed me, changed everything. Then he was killed. I was chasing his killer when that picture was taken.”
“Wow. How did you do that? Weren’t you like on newborn wobbly legs?” The absurd question popped in you mind.
Steve snorted a laugh, pulled out of the dark memory. “I fell through Miller’s dress shop – totally through the front of the shop – because I was just moving but it was all new. Too much adrenaline to be wobbly, but I was far from graceful.”
“He sure did scrub up, though.” Max handed you another photo frame. This one held a promotional photo from a USO Tour. Steve posed holding a woman in a little red white and blue outfit on his shoulder and a cheesy shield in his other hand.
You smiled. “Oh, that’s classic.” You heard him groan. Your hand slipped down to stroke his thigh. “I like the uniform you have now.”
“You want something to drink, Sweetheart?” He leaned a little closer.
“Jameson, neat. Please.”
“Pint for me.”
“Coming up.” Max left you and Steve sat on the bar stool next to you.
He pulled the stool a little closer so you were practically between his legs. His hand slipped from your knee, under your skirt to your thigh. Steve stared at you with a mischievous smirk.
“What?” You giggled.
Steve waited until Max dropped off your drinks and left for the regulars at the other end of the bar before he leaned forward and kissed you briefly. “It’s shouldn’t be such a big deal, but saying a younger you would be interested in me when I was young... Sweetheart, that just makes me want to kiss every inch of your body.”
You turned toward him a little more, back to the others in the bar. Your fingers traced over his face, touched his lips. “Steve, I care about you for you. It doesn’t matter how strong you are or how powerful. Who you are is sexy... how you treat me, your sense of humor, your intelligence.” Your voice dropped to a whisper. “The fact that you use that amazing body to fuck me until I come so hard I pass out, that’s just a bonus.”
His fingers dug into your thigh as he sharply inhaled through his nose. “Damn, woman. I want you.”
You leaned forward and he kissed you, slow and deep. Steve didn’t normally do such things in public. It took your breath away.
A crowd of people poured through the front door. Steve pulled back, a sly smile on his face. He took a long pull from his beer before looking over his shoulder at the pool table. “Care for a game?”
Three games and two drinks later, the bar had filled with locals. The volume increased, people yelling over one another and laughing. Thankfully, almost everyone left the two of you alone. However, you never did see Steve pay for another drink.
You’d discovered Steve was a masterful tease without anyone else being the wiser. You would lean over to take a shot, and he would stealthily slip a hand over your ass. He would trade spots with you, and while your back was to the crowd, his fingertips would trace over your breast.
Then there were the sinfully dirty promises dripped into your ear on his hot breath. He made your whole body shiver by the time he whispered, “Do you think anyone will notice if I have your panties in my pocket and my come on your thighs when we walk out of here tonight.”
“Steve.”
“I want you,” His arm encircled your waist and he pressed himself into you. “Now.”
His eyes scanned the room. You bit back a protest when he moved you closer to the door that led to the bathrooms. Steve looked alert, watching and listening. He opened the door and guided quickly, but smoothly, inside. In the hall you saw only three doors, the men’s, women’s, and office.
“Steve, what are you...” He cut you off with a deep, but much too short, kiss.
Pulling you into the women’s room, he locked the door. Steve gave you a wicked grin. “Quiet.”
His hand bunched your skirt until he felt the flesh of your ass. Your fingers buried in his hair as your tongues dances. When he tore your panties with a sharp tug, you gave a little yip of shock. Steve’s mouth left a wet trail over your neck as his finger slipped into the wetness between your legs.
“Shhh, love.”
But his fingers slipped in and out, rubbing against you perfectly. His teeth scraped along the nerves of your neck. Breath came fast and heated. You clutched at him. A whine escaped your throat, but Steve smothered it with a kiss.
His hand worked to release his cock. Before you could reach for him, Steve spun you around. His mouth attacked the sensitive spot on the back of your neck as he flipped up your skirt and rubbed himself along your slick. You bit your lip to hold back a moan as he slipped into you.
Steve locked eyes with you in the mirror. Flushed and panting. Clothes and hair mussed. So hot. You breathed. “Fuck me.”
His hips snapped, thrusting into you. Steve’s arms wound around you. A palm on your mound to finger your clit. His other hand clutched at your breast. You put both hands on the counter, holding on and his cock slammed against your g spot, making your legs shake.
You panted, open mouthed, and fought to stay quiet. Still the exquisite ache, the coiled tension, the fire in your belly, grew. Steve’s breath washed over your flesh, his brow drew together, as his cock pound you. Skin hit skin. It didn’t take long. You were both wound tight. Your cunt spasmed. Steve pulled you flush to him.
His eyes caught yours. Everything broke. You shook. A moan crawled out your throat. Steve’s hand covered your mouth. You quivered, coming hard. He growled. Hip pressed into you hard, deep, emptying himself. Steve held you there, mouth pressed against your neck as your breath returned to normal.
As his hand lowered from your mouth, a giggle escaped. Steve slipped free of you, stand straighter, but still holding you. “Hmm?”
“I just,” You sighed. “I love that I’m the one who get to know this side of you.” Another giggle erupted. “You’re so naughty.”
“Hey,” Steve smirked while he helped straighten your dress and squeezed your breasts. “These date nights were your idea. Are you saying you’re disappointed with the results?”
“Oh hell no.” You turned around, feeling the mess between your legs.
“Good.” Steve put his own clothes in order and kissed you again. “Because the smell of you is going drive me crazy all the way home.” When your mouth fell open, he chuckled. Steve pulled your lower lip lightly between his teeth. “Hypersensitive senses are really a blessing sometimes.”
“I think you’re the blessing.” You grinned. “Now go on, give me a second to straight up so I don’t walk out of here looking thoroughly fucked.”
“You’re beautiful.” Steve pressed his lips to your forehead. He opened the door but stood there waiting for you. Running your fingers through your hair, you tried to ignore his smile. It didn’t work. “Come on, Sweetheart. Let’s make a run for it.”
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Stark Spangled Banner Ch5: You Make It Easy
Summary: It’s date night, and it’s its a coin toss between who is the most nervous, Steve or Katie....
Pairing: Steve Rogers x O/C Katie Stark
Warnings: Bad language
May 2013
The elation Steve had felt about actually getting a date with Katie soon evaporated the next morning when he realised he hadn’t the first CLUE where to take her or what to wear.
So he sought some advice
“A nice shirt and jeans.” Peggy smiled at him, the old woman elated he had finally done it. “Nothing too flash, and pick a restaurant. It doesn’t have to be fancy, women are more impressed by a man who’s paying them attention, interested in them, it isn’t’ about the flashing of cash.”
“Come to think of it she has mentioned a new place in town.” Steve said, suddenly remembering that she had asked Evans one morning in Exercise if he had tried it yet. “La Placa I think it’s called.”
“Well there you go.” Peggy patted him on his arm before she smiled at the look on the young man’s face “Just be yourself Steve, that’s who she wants. No one else.”
“Thanks Peg.”
“And make sure you kiss her goodnight…” she grinned, a twinkle in her eyes “Us ladies do like a bit of passion every now and then you know.”
He rolled his eyes at her cheekiness, running his hand through his hair which was in desperate need of a cut. He stayed with Peggy whilst he googled the restaurant number, made his reservation and then text Katie to tell her where he had booked.
Can't wait xxx
He grinned to himself, and then pushed his phone away and turned back to find Peggy watching him, a sly grin on her face.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this happy before.” she said, somewhat wistfully
.He smiled “Been a long time since I felt this good.” he said honestly.
“It suits you.”
On his way home he swung into the barbers and stepped in. As he sat in the chair the man asked him what he wanted doing, and he was about to say trim when Katie’s voice stirred in his mind.
“Trying to imagine what you’d look like with shorter hair and a beard…”
Fuck it. “Shorn back and sides please” he said, “and take it a little shorter on top.”
******
Katie woke suddenly on top of the comforter on her bed, fully clothed. She’d fallen asleep! She sat up, thinking back to the last thing she remembered before her nap, piecing her train of thought together. Ah, yes, Steve had messaged her to tell her he’d booked a table somewhere which had prompted her to start looking for an outfit. She’d realised she had no idea what to wear so had been debating calling Pepper to ask for advice. And she had decided it wasn’t a good idea because she didn’t want Tony to know she was dating yet, let alone who. This had then got her thinking about the first time they had all met when Loki had taken the Tesseract, which must had jogged that particular memory…what a fucked up place the human mind could be at times.
And then she remembered. Shit, she still didn’t have an outfit sorted! Biting her lip she sighed and picked up her phone, scanning through to the person she was looking for. Desperate times called for desperate measures, right?
The cavalry arrived an hour and a half later in the shape of a red-haired deadly assassin.
“There has to be something in here that’s first date suitable…” Natasha mumbled, as she continued to search through the various items in Katie’s closet. Half Katie’s clothes adorned the floor of her walk-in-wardrobe and bedroom as they had discarded everything she’d tried so far. “It would help if I knew where you were going.” she sipped her beer thoughtfully.
“La Placa.” Katie said after a pause, “Tapas place…but if you turn up I swear to God…”
“I got better things to do with my spare time…” Nat shrugged.
“No you don’t.” Katie replied, “And I wouldn’t put anything past you.”
“If you don’t trust me why did you ask for my help?“
“Because Pepper is a 4 hour drive away…”
“Well that’s just rude…” Natasha mumbled and Katie grinned, shaking her head as Nat placed her beer down on the top of a set of drawers and moved to a rail “Ok, try this…”
She pulled out a knee length Balenciaga dress with a fitted top half, scalloped neck line and three-quarter length sleeves. As Katie shrugged it on, Natasha hunted in the shoe rack, pulling out a pair of mid-height red Kurt Geiger courts with a chunky gold heel and matching bag.
“Not bad.” She mumbled as Katie stepped into the heels and gave her a twirl.
“Better than the grey one?”
“Definitely.” She said, nodding “I think we have a winner!”
Katie gave her a double Hi-Five and Nat picked up her beer as Katie stripped out of the dress and pulled on her T-shirt and shorts, before she glanced around the large bedroom, sighing at the mess.
“Better tidy this up in case things go well.” Nat smirked, before she pondered “Huh, actually, do you reckon Captain America puts out on the first date?”
“Jesus Nat…” Katie shook her head.
“Mind you, knowing Roger’s he’s probably a virgin…”
“I’m pretty sure people had casual sex back in the 40s too you know.” Katie rolled her eyes. “He was on the USO tours surrounded by dancing girls, there’s no way he didn’t do the old horizontal tango.”
“Yeah but…its Rogers.” Nat pressed giving a snort “Imagine if you are the one to pop his cherry.”
Katie groaned, shaking her head. “Shut up Widow.”
She smirked “Ok, so how long have we got?”
Katie glanced at her phone “An hour and 20 minutes. And what do you mean we?”
“You asked for my help, right?” she shrugged, “Thought I could do your make-up and hair too…”
Katie looked at her for a moment and smiled “Thanks.”
She shrugged then drained her beer before turning Katie round and pushing her towards the en-suite “Go shower then we’ll start the transformation.”
An hour later Katie was ready. Her hair was curled in soft waves, and her makeup was done, a bit heavier than normal, but still subtle enough to avoid looking like it had been applied with a trowel.
“Perfect…” Nat said, giving her an appraising look. “Right, I trust you can get dressed without me.”
“I think I’ll manage.” Katie said, standing up as she made her way out of the walk-in wardrobe/dressing room and followed her into the hall where she picked up her jacket.
“Oh and if you need me to bail you, just give me an SOS call…” Nat said, making a phone sign with her finger and pinkie by her ear.
“I think I’ll be ok.” Katie smiled, “but thank you, for all of this.”
“Have fun…” she said, and then added with a smirk “And don’t do anything I wouldn’t”
“That doesn’t exactly leave a lot…” Katie quipped
“That’s my point.” Natasha intoned as she walked into the hall and pressed the button for the elevator.
“Nat, you won’t tell anyone will you?” Katie asked, “I mean, it isn’t that I don’t trust you, just…”
Nat paused turning back to the brunette to find her chewing her lip with nerves. She shook her head “I won’t tell a soul. I know how much you two like each other, you’ve been dancing around it for months, so… just enjoy ok? Have a good time. You both deserve it.”
“Thanks Nat” Katie smiled. The two girls shared a quick hug and then Nat left
*****
Steve had to admit, he liked his new hair. It was much more like the style people sported now, but in a way it also reminded him of how Bucky had worn his back in the Howlies. He picked a light blue shirt, his dark navy jeans and then pondered before settling on a pair of brown boots that matched his jacket and belt. He was ready with plenty of time and found himself pacing as he thought about how the night could go. There was no doubt it was going to be way different to how he had imagined his first date to be. Back in his day it was movies, dinner and a dance. Now there were no dance halls, and they watched movies all the time. But, as Peggy had advised, for once he was going to “go with the flow” and just see where the night took them both.
Finally, after an agonising 15 minutes during which he had pretty much paced non-stop and drained a good measure of scotch, even though it did nothing bar give him a comforting burn in his throat on the way down, he headed to the cab that was waiting and they set off to pick up his date.
Jesus Christ she looked amazing. Her hair was cascading in waves over one shoulder, the smoky brown eyeshadow she was wearing made the green in her eyes even more noticeable. And her dress… black, knee length with a detailed neckline and sleeves that finished halfway down her forearms. The top half clung to her body where it flared out slightly from her hips and her red heels accentuated her shapely calves to perfection. As Steve looked at her he found himself imagining various crude scenarios where that dress ended up on the floor, but that wasn’t gentlemanly. Nor appropriate.
Katie felt her breath catch when she saw Steve. His light blue shirt was tight enough to accentuate his ridiculously well built top half, and a brown belt with a gold buckle adorned his toned waist. And he’d had a haircut. Gone were his longer locks and side parting, and in its place was a short back and sides with slightly longer strands on the top, tousled into an exceptionally modern style. He looked incredible.
Steve broke the silence between the two, clearing his throat gently.
“You look beautiful.” He said, leaning down to give her a peck on the cheek.
“Thank you, you look pretty good yourself, you do something to your hair?” Katie teased.
“Thought it was time for a change.” he said, shrugging it off casually as his cheeks warmed. “Still getting used to it.”
“It looks great.” she assured him.
He beat her to her jacket as she reached up to take it off the peg and held it out so she could shrug her arms into it. Once they were in the elevator, he reached out and took her hand and she laced her fingers into his. He glanced down at her, his eyes meeting hers and she flashed him a smile.
Yeah, he’d lucked out, big time.
******
The restaurant was busy but not packed. They were seated at the back in a little booth in the corner. Steve had never had tapas before, but Peggy had explained it to him before.
“So the idea is we pick, what, 3 or 4 dishes?” he asked, looking at Katie
“Yeah, they’re like small portions and you share.” Katie nodded. “Although you eat like a horse so we should probably order more…”
He grinned and looked back at his menu.
“You pick,” he said, putting the menu back down eventually, beaten by the various choices. “I literally have no idea…”
“Alright…” she grinned. “But you have to try everything…”
“Deal.”
The waiter returned with their drinks and took their food orders. Katie ordered, 3 meat dishes, 3 fish, 3 veg and then a side order of olives and different breads with dipping oils before flashing the waiter a smile and he scuttled off.
“I think this is normally the part where we ask each other questions,” Steve said as the waiter disappeared. “You know, get to know each other a bit more.”
“Yeah… think that ship already sailed though.”
“True,” Steve said nodding bashfully, there wasn’t many things that they didn’t know about each other, although as he watched Katie was biting her lip, almost as if she wanted to say something, but at the same time didn’t.
“What is it?” he asked, reaching out for his drink.
“Something Nat said before…” Katie flushed, caught out. There was no way she was asking that question.
“Why does this worry me slightly?” he asked, his beer raised halfway to his lips. And it did. Romanoff was a total wind up merchant.
Katie looked at him and shook her head, the flush continuing to rise up her neck “Yeah, I’m not…it’s not first date conversation.”
He cocked his head to one side “Now I’m extremely worried.”
“You really want to know?” she asked, cocking her head to one side.
He nodded. Well, he did. And didn’t…
"Alright, you asked for this…” she straightened up in the seat as he did the same, bracing himself. “Are you a virgin?”
Steve groaned and screwed his eyes shut as she bit her lip. She really shouldn’t have asked that, but now as she watched she was intrigued as to his answer.
“No, I’m not.” He sighed shaking his head before he looked back at her "After I first got the serum there was suddenly all this attention on me and I didn’t really know any better…”
“There was no one before?” she frowned slightly, almost as if she was surprised.
He shook his head again “Girls weren’t exactly interested in me before hand, Bucky was the one who had the looks and the swag. He had a different girl every weekend. I guess when they finally did I just, I dunno…” He stopped and took a breath. This made him sound like a right jerk. “There weren’t that many” he added hastily.
3 to be exact. And none of them had been anything to write home about. He got the distinct impression they hadn’t particularly enjoyed themselves either, not past the fact they could boast about having bedded Captain America. After the 3rd he’d decided simply chasing a physical bliss that lasted mere moments wasn’t for him, plus he was infatuated by Peggy at that point. He craved the tenderness of the act that Bucky had so often boasted about. As corny as it sounded he genuinely wanted someone to be with him, intimately that wanted him, not Captain America. He noticed Katie was watching him intently and he hung his head slightly, peeking up at her.
“We all have a past Steve.” she said, shrugging easily.
“I haven’t been with anyone since I came out of the ice.” He said, softly, feeling the need to explain that he wasn’t that type of man.
“I haven’t since Grant.” she eyed him. “One night stands are overrated.”
“I wouldn’t know.” He shrugged, locking eyes with her. “That’s all I ever had.”
Katie studied him for a moment. She had no idea why, but to learn he hadn’t had a girl that way before he became some kind of war time celebrity, and that the ones he had been with were probably chasing nothing but the kudos of being able to say they fucked Captain American made her kind of sad. No wonder he was always so self-doubting.
She smiled and reached across the table, giving his hand a squeeze.
“Well, personally, I think all those girls that picked Bucky over you were dumbasses. I’ve seen the photos of you before all this happened…” she raised her free hand and held out her index finger, and gestured up and down his torso “You were sweet”
He chuckled and took a drink of his beer “You know I heard that a lot…you’re really sweet and all but…“
“Like I said…”she leaned back in her chair slightly, “Dumbasses”
Steve was aware that her ankle was brushing against his slightly and he felt the warm flush in his cheek at her forwardness, but soon found it disappeared and was replaced instead with simply enjoying the fact she wanted to be so close to him.
“Ok…” he said as their feet gently tangled together under the table. “So, in the spirit of this being a first date…there are a couple of things I don’t know about you…what’s your favourite film?”
Katie paused “That’s a hard one. I like a lot of films but if there was one I couldn’t live without watching ever again it would be the Wizard of Oz.”
“No kidding.” he grinned.
“It’s a masterpiece” she nodded, “The music, the story, the colours…”
“You read the book?” he asked.
She nodded “Several times. I used to have a copy but not sure where it went. Probably blown up in Malibu.”
“You know when that film came out it was mind blowing. Technicolour…never seen anything like it.” Steve said with a grin.
“I’ll bet…” she laughed “is it still your favourite?”
“How did you know that?” he asked.
“You told me, ages ago.”
“Huh.” he said, “And yeah, even if it’s just for purely nostalgic reasons. Although I did like Gladiator when we watched that.”
“Yeah that’s a great film too.” she smiled “one of my favourite quotes of all times comes from that film.”
“Which is?”
“Death smiles at us all, all a man can do is smile back.” she said as her ankle returned to brushing against his.
“Isn’t that a little bit morbid?” he asked, taking a drink of his beer.
“Only if you look at it that way.” she shrugged “to me it’s more of a reminder to live your life like there’s no tomorrow.”
“That’s a good way to look at it.”
The conversation took a natural turn to the renovation of the tower and then New York in general, how much Brooklyn in particular had changed since Steve had left it behind to go to war. It was through this conversation Steve discovered that in all the time Katie had spent in New York she had never been to Coney Island.
“Maybe I could take you one day, down to the fair.” Steve suggested.
“I’d love that.” she smiled and his chest swelled even more.
Their food arrived and they continued to talk. And, considering they had started the date off thinking there wasn’t much more to find out about each other, both of them were surprised to see exactly how much trivial stuff there was to learn about the other. For instance, Steve knew that Katie enjoyed baseball but what he didn’t know was that whilst Tony was a Yankees fan, she actually supported the LA Dodgers, having grown up in Malibu. Suddenly her teasing about the fact they had moved made perfect sense. And in turn, Katie knew that the Dodgers relocating was a bug bear of his but, since he would rather go into the ice all over again than support the Yankees, he had started watching out for the Mets results, but apparently it just wasn’t the same and as such he hadn’t been to an actual game since he came out of the ice. Both of them found out the other preferred dogs to cats, cats making Katie sneeze and their ability to hiss and scratch you with no damned warning whatsoever made Steve not trust them as far as he could throw them.
“I can just read the headlines now!” Katie said, in between laughs after he had added that if he wanted to he could probably throw a cat quite far… “Captain America killed my Cat.”
Steve let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he picked up his beer “Don’t cats always land on their feet?”
“I dunno, depends how hard you’re intending on throwing it.”
“I’m not intending on throwing any cat anywhere.” Steve said, shaking his head “As much as I don’t like them I couldn’t deliberately harm one.”
“Tony did.” Katie said. “Well not deliberately, and he didn’t so much harm it as kill it…”
“Oh you gotta tell me this story!” Steve grinned, leaning forward, topping up her wine glass from the bottle that was in the ice bucket in the middle of the table.
Katie grinned, “When we were kids, the first place we lived in was down this huge, posh road with like 3 other houses on and we had this really eccentric neighbour, Mrs Livesy her name was. She had like 18 cats or something ridiculous and one morning, Tony was reversing the car out of the garage and he flattened 2 of them.”
Steve nearly spat his beer back into his glass. “He ran them over?”
“Yeah…” Katie said, and by now she was laughing “But the best bit is, she comes round asking Dad if he’s seen the cats, dad’s got no idea what’s gone on right as Tony’s moved the cats and bribed me to keep quiet with the biggest ice cream you could imagine, so dad is all like ‘I’ve got no idea Mrs Livesy I’ll be sure to keep my eyes open…” Katie took a deep breath, wiping at her eyes “So then Tony comes back, Dad mentions that Mrs Livesy was looking for 2 of her cats and Tony’s like ‘huh, well you know what they say, curiosity killed the cat’ and me, being the little shit I was at the age of 4 pipes up ‘no that was you this morning, remember?’”
Steve laughed, and watched as she carried on giggling “He never forgave me for that, Dad made him go round and apologise. And he had to attend a memorial for Mr Whiskers and Bagpuss…”
Eventually after desert and a few more drinks it was time to leave, Katie tried to split the meal bill with Steve but one stern look stopped that in its tracks. This was a date, he was paying. Thankfully she didn’t argue too much. Steve then asked her if she wanted to go for a drink, she gleefully accepted so he took her hand, gently leading her across the road, holding the bar door open for her. They both sat at the bar, Katie turning her seat so she was directly facing him, the pair of them leaning closer to one another as they talked. And the conversation just continued to flow, as did the odd but subtle display of affection, moving their chairs closer together, her hand on his shoulder, his falling to her knee. Steve was surprised to find how easy the whole thing was. He had no nerves, no awkward moments. The chemistry fizzled and there wasn’t a single moment he was stuck for anything to say. It was for that reason he was disappointed when the bar tender called time and reluctantly stood up as Katie drained the final bit of gin from her glass.
As Steve held out her jacket, his hands gently brushed her shoulders as she shrugged it on, sending a tingle down her spine and the hitch in her breathing didn’t go unnoticed. She turned to face him, all green eyes and pink lips, blinking as her eyes locked onto his. His hands connected at the base of her spine as she moved closer to him, not moving her gaze from his, hand resting on his chest.
“I’d really like to kiss you again…” he said, shyly.
“You know you don’t have to ask…” she replied. Smiling softly he leaned down and connected his lips with hers, the kiss growing slightly deeper until Steve remembered they were in the middle of a public bar. He pulled away gently, resting his forehead against hers briefly, blushing like an absolute moron a small smile tugging on the corners of his mouth.
“You know, for someone who said they’d never taken a woman on a date before Rogers, you’ve done amazingly well.” she said smiling at him.
“That’s because you make it easy to be around you.” He said, honestly. He took her hand, curled his fingers round hers and made their way out into the street to hail a cab.
All too soon they pulled up outside her apartment and both of them found themselves wishing the night would never end. Steve told the driver to wait whilst he hopped out and walked her into the lobby, their hands still twined together. There was a part of him that wanted to follow her in, and a part of her that almost invited him to, but they both wanted to do this right, take their time. Katie wanted Steve to understand that this was more to her than it had been to any of those other girls he had talked about, and Steve wanted Katie to understand that he had meant exactly what he said the other night because she meant the world to him.
“I think now is the part where I’m supposed to ask you if you had a good time…” Steve turned to face her as they stopped by the elevator door.
“I did…”
“And if you’d go out with me again?”
“I already said I would, Coney Island remember?” she replied cheekily, leaning closer to him
“I meant before that.” he rolled his eyes.
“I’d love too.” she muttered, and then his lips were on hers again and they were kissing, exactly where they had left off in the bar, only this time they were alone. His hand snaked into her soft hair, angling her head as his tongue brushed her lips. She parted them slightly to grant him access and as their tongues tangled easily, Steve felt as if there were fireworks in his stomach, he had never kissed anyone like this before, no one. The kiss grew even deeper, Katie giving an involuntary moan.
“Always leave ‘em wanting more Stevie…” Bucky said, nudging him on the arm, winking as they crossed the fairground towards the girls “That’s the trick…”
Steve couldn’t stop himself from smiling he pulled back. Their night was at an end, it was a perfect place to leave it.
“I really did had a great time tonight, thank you.” she said, as he reached round and called the elevator for her as she pulled her key card out of her bag. He gently ran his finger down her cheek before he pressed a soft kiss there and smiled.
“Me too.”
He waited until the elevator doors had shut and once they shut he turned round and grinning to himself he walked out into the night, whilst in the elevator Katie was wearing a smile equally as big.
Date 1 down, and it had been a roaring success.
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Im really in the mood for pre-war/wwii fics but i was hoping yall who run thia blog could give me some personal reccomendations? Like your personal favourites?
Check out our history, pre-TFA, and WWII tags. Also, here are some more fics. :)
The Diaries of Bucky Barnes by afterlifeoftheparty (complete | 15,208 | T )
“This young soldier was writing about war, but not only that. No, the most remarkable extracts from his diaries are the ones about emotions; those passages in which he writes about loss and pain and loyalty and love.”
When Bucky Barnes’ diaries are leaked in the 70s, reactions vary from one thing to another, even decades later.
Don’t Ask* by AnnaFugazzi (complete | 21,491 | M) *canonical character death
Captain America and Bucky Barnes were like brothers. Everyone knew that.
Kiss Me Hello by kehinki (complete | 5,611 | M )
Bucky and Steve take to kissing each other hello, goodbye, goodnight. It’s all very platonic until it isn’t.
Pianissimo by Odsbodkins (complete | 15,216 | E )
Steve and Bucky from the 30s to 1945. Inspired by an Avengerkink prompt about Steve and Bucky hiding their relationship.
Orders came for sailing by Ark (complete | 2,982 | E )
Bucky drops into the trench. It’s pitchy black, and he’s good; there’s no warning save the displacement of air. Steve is wedged into a sentry stance beneath the earth, on guard and half-awake, when he feels Bucky come in like wind.
“What’s the secret password?” stage-whispers Steve.
“It’s ‘fuck off.’” Bucky displaces more air, wending Steve-wards. “Didn’t wanna startle you. Hoped you were gettin’ some sleep. You don’t sleep enough, Steve.”
“Whose fault is that?” Steve says, smiling under the ground in the dark. “C’mere.”
asked and answered by surgicalstainless (complete | 5,914 | T )
“You should marry me, Bucky.”
“What?”
“You should marry me.” Steve said again. “Sister Eustace said that marriage is the purest form of love, and I love you more than anybody. So we should get married.”
Steve and Bucky. Five marriage proposals (and one time they didn’t have to ask).
All The Angels and The Saints by Speranza (complete | 48,740 | E )
In which Steve Rogers loses God and finds God and loses God, and also: Bucky.
Captain America Has a Fella by PR Zed (przed) (complete | 2,361 | G )
“Welcome to the USO,” the director tells Audrey. And with a handshake, she’s in.
Six month she’s been in New York, slinging hash in a diner and going to every audition she hears about. Now she’s finally got a job dancing. She’s ecstatic.
She’s not so sure about working with this Captain America guy, though.
Or how one showgirl finds out there’s more to Captain America than meets the eye.
ampersand by kaydeefalls (complete | 6,024 | T )
They’ve been steveandbucky since they were kids, but that ignores the parts of their lives that don’t wrap around each other, that never did. (Bucky needs to figure out who he is, just him, with or without Steve.)
You gotta know by MMXIII (complete | 1,830 | unrated )
After a long day Bucky’s frustrated about the way things are.
Count the Rings Around My Eyes by caughtinanocean (complete | 2,630 | T )
In the wake of his time with Arnim Zola, Bucky doesn’t trust anyone to tend his wounds—Steve, however, is not just anyone.
“I know it ain’t as nice as what you see in the mirror, Cap, but that’s not the sort of reaction a guy likes when he strips,” he quipped, face still covered by fabric that had once been white (before all the dried blood and sweat).
“Sorry, Buck.” Steve tossed the shirt out of the way. “Just, I know I owe you a lot of taking care of, but did you have to get it all outta the way in one go?”
it’s just a spark (but it’s enough) by paradis (complete | 1,038 | E )
James Buchanan Barnes is a thing of beauty.
He kisses Steve in 1937, 1942, and later in 2014, 2015, and the kisses are different, to match the difference in Bucky, but they still light Steve up, spread fire through his veins and make him needy and greedy.
Photo Booth by copperbadge (complete | 2,318 | T )
Seventy years ago, Steve and Bucky had their picture taken.
Memorabilia by ipoiledi (complete | 5,452 | E )
“You know,” says Buck, considering, “When I first shipped out, I realized pretty quick that all the guys had something from their girls back home. Letters, handkerchiefs, pictures … you gonna give me something to look at?”
Tête-à-tête* by Odsbodkins (complete | 7,555 | E ) *brief Bucky/OMC
The worst thing was, he wasn’t even getting laid.
No, the worst thing were the rumors.
Screw that. The worst was the homesickness. Or the food. Or the godawful uncomfortable groundsheets to sleep on. Or missing Steve so bad it felt like he was being punched in the chest if he let himself think about it.
There were a helluva lot of worst things.
Bucky Barnes in wartime.
Bad Becomes Worse by monicawoe (complete | 11,542 | M )
Good becomes great. Bad becomes worse.
Angsty Post-Zola Bucky and Steve. Really I just needed an excuse to write lots of sex in tents. With biting.
#anonymous#trope:periodtypicalhomophobia#popreq:history#genre:worldwarII#minipost:historicaldetail#genre:prewar#status:complete#mod iamnmbr3
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2022 Fic Roundup Meme
Total Fics Posted: 975 so far (two are hidden right now because they're for anonymous exchanges!) but by the end of the year, it SHOULD be 1,108. I've got three more exchanges due by the 31st, plus 40 #hanukkahbingo drabbles, and then hopefully daily drabbles are back now that the Star-Spangled Big Bang is over and my brain is being a little less eaten. We'll see if Fandom Trumps Hate starts eating my brain, though, because that's the longest of my remaining 2022 stuff!
Total Words Posted: By the end of the year, it should be ~175,000. Currently it's 150,181.
Total Words (of Anything Excluding Blogs) Written: Somewhere between 200,000-250,000, I think, which is pretty usual for me. Most of what I write I just kind of immediately post, but I do have some WIPs kicking around the ol' WIP folder. I didn't start using a comprehensive wordcount tracker until mid-October, so I don't know exactly!
My favorite fic story this year: Either Not In The Answer But The Question or Five Times Captain America Fucked A USO Girl & One Time Steve Rogers Got Fucked -- I'm proud of both, but in different ways. I think both really challenged some of my writing hang-ups and turned out well. I'm happy with all of the longer-than-a-drabble stuff that I wrote this year, though! And I mean, most of the drabbles, too, but there aren't any that necessarily stick out in my head as far and away better than the others.
My best story this year: Not In The Answer But The Question, although I do feel like I rushed the pacing on the last quarter because I had to make the BB deadline (hah). People seem to think it still sticks the landing, though!
Story most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: I'm actually going to give a real answer for this one this year, which I usually don't, but I'm going to say that I thought both a smile on your immortal face and Gee, I Hope You're Ready for a Fic About Death would get a couple more hits than they have. I know neither is a massive fandom, but Beetlejuice The Musical DOES have over a thousand fics and there ARE a lot of WLW American Girl fans, so I thought both would get a little more traction than they have. But it's okay! I had a ton of fun writing them either way, and I'm really happy with how they turned out.
Sexiest Story: Five Times Captain America Fucked A USO Girl & One Time Steve Rogers Got Fucked is the smuttiest thing I've written in YEARS and I think the sex all turned out pretty well! I don't write many E-rated drabbles because it's difficult to create sexual tension within the word limit in a way that's ~satisfying, so there isn't a ton of competition haha. I am going to attempt the MCU Kink Bingo in 2023 though!
Most fun story: Ooh, good question. I'm gonna say Gee, I Hope You're Ready for a Fic About Death because it makes me laugh and because it was a really quick writing process because I was having fun. "Fun" isn't necessarily my brand when it comes to writing? For someone who only likes bubblegum pop and Disney Channel Original Movies, I pretty much only write super thoughtsy-feelsy quiet, meditative character studies, lol.
Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: To coopt myself from the 2012 meme, “if I write a fic and it doesn’t change my feelings on the characters or fandom in some way, then I don’t think I wrote it correctly.”
Hardest story to write: I'm going to answer this with one that isn't posted yet and say my massive shrinkyclinks longfic that I started in 2021 and had hoped to finish and post this year! It's been a much slower writing process than I wanted it to be, just because I want to get it Exactly Right and because longfic makes me super anxious about My Value And Worth In This World Hinge On This Story And Whether People Like It.
Biggest surprise: Reiterating from last year's meme -- "Actually sticking to the drabbling! In the past when I tried Three-Line Fic Thursday and Five-Sentence Friday, I failed miserably, and I’ve failed myself at drabble challenges, too. But for some reason this time it’s stuck and is genuinely working to remind me that I can get words out, I can have ideas, and I can get those ideas out in words. Yay!"
A story I want remembered: I mean, if I wrote anything this year that anyone remembers fondly, that makes me happy. But I do have a soft spot for Not In The Answer But The Question.
Resolutions for 2023: FINISH LENT FROM TOMORROW (TODAY WAS TOO SMALL FOR US). BE A FINISHER. FINISH THE THING. Also, do Femslash February and a drabble March Madness again because they were really fun this year!
#fic roundup meme#2022 fic wrapped meme#fandom#fanfiction#my fic#not in the answer but the question#gee i hope you're ready for a fic about death#lent from tomorrow (today was too small for us)#five times captain america fucked a uso girl#a smile on your immortal face
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Steve Rogers Minor Pairings Fic Recs
Steve/Original Female Character(s)
by @actualmenacebuckybarnes
like the spread of fever
Author Summary: Yes, this is the fic where USO girls (all of them) take Steve Rogers' virginity.
by @archwrites
Chorus Line
Author Summary: The Army has two purposes in sending Steve off with a couple dozen chorus girls: to sell bonds, and to spawn a new generation of supersoldiers. Steve only knows about the first -- until he's defrosted in 2012.
by @copperbadge
Captain America: The Greatest Generations
Author Summary: Steve couldn't be there for his children, and he won't abandon any of their children -- even if they're older than him now.
by @hardboiledmeggs
Five Hundred Miles
Author Summary: Bucky is a bad influence, but sometimes it works out in Steve's favor. Because this story takes place in France, there are a few French phrases included, but not understanding them shouldn’t hurt your reading of the story. I’ll include some translations in the notes at the end.This is kind of departure from my usual style and subject matter, but it was a blast to write. I hope someone else out there likes it, too. The title is taken from a Peter, Paul, and Mary song, which is essentially about being far from home, and seemed relevant to where Steve and Bucky are here.
To Start Life Anew
Author Summary: What makes her truly, inescapably different, though, are the braces on her legs – metal and leather contraptions hooked onto heavy, ugly brown shoes. Whenever she enters a room, pulling herself along on wooden crutches, Steve feels invisible in the best way. He isn’t the sickliest one anymore. His pale skin and coughing, the slight curve of his spine, seem nondescript by comparison.
by @sevensneakyfoxes
patron saint of shiners and showgirls
Author Summary: The newsreels hit the US a few weeks later.CAPTAIN AMERICA AND HIS HOWLING COMMANDOS CAPTURE ANOTHER NAZI STRONGHOLD NEAR TURIN! AMERICAN BEAUTY MEETS NAZI-KILLING BRAWN AS THE COMMANDOS TAKE DOWN NEARLY A HUNDRED MEN.Every few weeks, they send a news crew out to film them when they come back to camp, muddied and bruised, but always victorious. Phillips seems to loathe it even more than the Howling Commandos do, surly as he stomps around their outpost, muttering under his breath that, the front ain’t Gone with the fucking Wind.“That’s real nice,” the slimy director tells them later that afternoon, looking over the list of shots they’ve taken today. “But I’d like to see the old uniform. The boys need a little something to look at. You know, get excited over?”Margot’s perfectly shaped eyebrows don’t raise a single inch as she says, “Well, I guess we can see if Kitty kept Steve’s old skintight red, white and blue number,” and Bucky laughs and laughs and laughs until he cries.--The USO girls are Steve's Howling Commandos. Bucky's died and gone to Heaven.
Steve/Phil Coulson
by Sabinelagrande
Concerning Philippa
Author Summary: Steve doesn't know what to do about Philippa.
Steve/Sam Wilson
by @shu-of-the-wind
i pray every single day (for a revolution)
Author Summary: "You don't get it, do you?" says Daisy Johnson. Skye, his head tells him. Her name is Skye. "You're not just you anymore, Rogers.""Then what am I?" Steve snaps, but somewhere inside he already knows.
I am we.[Or: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Ororo Munroe, Matt Murdock, Pepper Potts, Kurt Wagner, Jessica Drew, and Wanda Maximoff are sensate, and they're going to burn the world down to stay that way. No matter what it takes.][Sense8 fusion AU. Updates every Friday, Japan time. Currently paused so I can finish The Source of Darkness but it shouldn't be for much longer.]
by @stopthatimp
And The Reasons We Were Singing
Author Summary: Sam's had a lot of unexpected experiences and has dealt with a lot of shit. But all of that pales in comparison to what happens when he and Steve find Bucky.(Or, Sam becomes a part-time therapist, falls in love, and gets some closure. Not necessarily in that order.)
by thingswithwings
Never Have I Ever
Author Summary: "Well okay," Sam says, eyebrows raised. "No one told me I was signing up to join an elite team of prostitute superheroes."(I wasn't sure how to indicate this with the tags, but none of the tagged pairings are background pairings - they all have equal screentime.)
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alternate ending (only like one technical spoiler for vinyl.)
@chamiryokuroi
It was the sensation of falling very quickly and then, not. Tony woke up with a headache reserved for hangovers and head injuries, feeling jostled and bruised. There was a hand wrapped around his forearm, squeezing so tightly it felt as if he should have had fingerprints embedded in his skin. He opened his eyes, thinking he’d see the same half-empty bed that he’d seen for weeks, but--
There she was. The woman this universe had been begging to get back since he’d woken up in her place. There she was, wearing just enough of his face that he’d know her anywhere. It was her eyes, and the quirk of her smile (careless and sly) as her hand loosened from the painful grip. She propped herself up on an elbow, took her time about taking in the sight of him.
“Are we dreaming?”
“No,” just didn’t demonstrate the sort of care that one should have about the situation. There was an unbalanced equation floating about over their head and she was busy rubbing her thumb across the missing arc reactor in the center of his chest. “I assume you planned something for today?”
“We need to talk about this,” Tony said. He sat up and she mirrored it, sat cross-legged in front of him with their knees knocking together. “How did this happen?” Because it shouldn’t have been possible. There shouldn’t be two Tonys in one bed (and that meant, somewhere across whatever a universal divide consisted of, there was a bed without a Tony). “How did you do this?”
“We need to talk about what you planned for today? Did Pepper help?” She was wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a T-shirt that Tony distinctly remembered having taken up space in his closet. (Of course she’d helped herself to his clothes. Too bad she hadn’t been kind enough to leave enough clothes in her own closet that he could wear.) “I swear to God if you didn’t hire the USO choir girls, I’ll never forgive you.”
“Don’t you think we should figure out how to explain this more than we should worry about whose singing the national anthem to annoy Steve?”
Other Tony (and he’d really need to come up with a better name for her than that) cocked her eyebrow up at him to indicate that she didn’t give a half a fuck about how they were going to explain anything. “Jarvis,” she said.
���Sir?”
“Sir?” she repeated.
“Ma’am?” Jarvis corrected. (It wasn’t possible for Jarvis to sound like he was guessing but it definitely sounded like he was guessing.) “Welcome back, Ms. Stark,” was tacked on as if an afterthought.
“Bring me Steve,” she said.
“No,” Tony said. “We need to talk about this. We need to figure out how to fix it?”
“There’s nothing to fix,” she said.
“Nothing to fix?”
“I fixed it.” She seemed very confident about that too. (Perhaps math hadn’t been as important to this universe as it was to Tony’s where this kind of error got people killed.) There she was, reaching out to touch his hair, fluffing it up between her fingers. There she was touching his face like they were old friends, like she had ever right in the world. “We fixed it,” she conceded.
Tony had questions about what exactly that meant and what she had been doing the whole time he’d been trying to find a way back home. He had a thousand questions but Steve chose that exact second to round the corner, to stop dead as soon as he saw the back of her head and there he was, Captain America himself, saying something like, “Tony?” with absolutely no indication that he was seeing double.
She looked over her shoulder, smiled at her husband when she said, “we’re keeping him.”
“Ok,” Steve said.
“Don’t I get a say in this?” Tony asked. It might not have been loud enough to be heard over the sudden flurry of motion as she climbed to her feet on the bed and jumped off the end to land on Steve who was walking toward her. Any standard sort of man might have been knocked over by that but Steve was barely rocked back a step.
And well, neither of them really seemed to care much at that precise moment.
--
Breakfast had been delayed by sex, had been complicated by how it had been weeks since she last saw her (real) husband and how it had taken one or two tries to convince their new Tony that sex was more necessary than worrying.
But here they were, watching other Tony frowning at Steve making breakfast. “But,” other Tony (and he would need a better name than that) said, “how. No, not how. Why?”
Because Tony was selfish, because she’d spent five weeks in hell, because she’d done what she could to fix what she could, because she’d had the opportunity and she’d taken it, thinking it was stupid and it wouldn’t work. Because there would always be a way to fix it later, because she wanted to see him with her own eyes, because--
“I didn’t want to make you go back,” Tony said at last. That was more or less what it had felt like in the half-breath she’d had to think it through. She didn’t want to make him go back to a world made up of people that were only tolerating him. “I didn’t have a lot of time to think it through, I just grabbed you--”
Other Tony just sighed, he looked over at Steve again, “and this?”
“Steve is surprisingly liberal in his sexual desires, considering his public image.”
Steve half turned to look at her, one eyebrow lifted upward as if to challenge the idea that even a noteworthy percentage of their more memorable exploits had been his idea. Then he looked at the other Tony and nodded, “I want you to be comfortable, we’ll do what we can.”
Tony leaned back in his seat and stared at the table, it dragged on and on and then he just shrugged his shoulders, “Pepper did help. She’s supposed to be here in about an hour. If you figured this out,” he motioned at himself in the kitchen, “you can probably figure out how to get me back if I ne--want to go.”
“Sure,” she agreed, “we’ll start tomorrow.”
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16 & 29 for ao3 wrapped? 😊
16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?
I'm boring and tag very generically but like, utility-focused, so my most common tag is Drabble, followed by Canon Compliant, Canon Character of Color, Alternate Universe, and Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence. The first like, "fun" tag that comes up with over 100 uses is Polyamory, but I PERSONALLY FEEL like I use "Food As A Metaphor For Love" and "Grief/Mourning" an awful lot.
29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?
Oh, damn. Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhh. That's a really good question. I don't often have lines that I feel like are like, particularly great on their own? There are beats I've written or drabbles I've written that I think have a good rhythm because of a line in them and how it plays with the other lines, but I very rarely have a "star line." And I think that because most of what I write IS a singular beat, I just either like it as a whole piece or I don't, yk?
This is a really good question. It's making me think about my writing in a way I normally don't.
I think maybe my favorite line of Five Times Captain America Fucked A USO Girl... is:
"“Ain’t you blue,” Lois teases. She bends over the back of Steve’s abandoned chair, butt high and round and framed in those soft pink garters, a perfect pinup gal. Steve bites his lips at the way her nipples match the silk like they came as a set."
My favorite line of Not In the Answer But the Question is either:
"Yeasty challah and tangy rye. Hot, fresh bagels. Charred onion and garlic. Bright vinegar on the half-sour pickles. Roasting beef dripping fat that sizzles on the bottom of the huge, hot ovens. Earthy barley and mushrooms. The iron-rich blood scent of liver. Schmaltz. Chicken soup with fat matzoh balls. Briny salmon and whitefish and sable. Herring smothered in biting raw onions. Caviar that scents of the sea. The sugary fake chocolate of egg creams and phosphates. The strange herbal fizz of celery soda. Peppery pastrami and salty corned beef, roasted chickens and blistered skirt steak. Cinnamon babka. Raspberry jam rugelach."
or
“Sure I am,” Bucky says. “Steve, ain’t no words for anything that I am that aren’t drenched in blood and the poison of people who hate me for being alive.”
My favorite line in Gee, I Hope You're Ready For A Fic About Death is:
No one is ever ready to deal with the idea of death, Beetlejuice has found. Well, almost no one. Occasionally there’s a stray lama or emo who gets it, is ready to sail through the Netherworld to—whatever is on its other side. But Dalais and Dark’ness Dementia Raven-Ways aside, Beetlejuice has never, not ever, met a soul who could deal with the idea that everything dies.
What about my kids? My cat? My cactus? What about rock’n’roll? The video star? Print journalism?
Everything. Dies.
And my favorite line in A Smile On Your Immortal Face is:
“Don’t I get to choose what I deserve?”
“No,” Nellie says simply. “You’re a woman.”
A dragonfly buzzes jewel-like over the water.
“That isn’t fair,” says Samantha. “I didn’t ask to be. I wanted to stay a girl. An American girl, the freest creature in all history.”
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1, 3, 18, and 27 for the AO3 Wrapped :)
How many words have you written this year?
~220,000, although that's counting unpublished WIPs.
3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?
Not In the Answer But the Question! I'm not necessarily 100% pleased with the pacing of the last quarter, but I ran out of time on that bit. But overall, I'm very happy with it. I also am REALLY happy with Five Times Captain America Fucked A USO Girl & One Time Steve Rogers Got Fucked. I also really like how Slice of Life turned out, and I'm super jazzed to post Lent From Tomorrow (FINALLY) sometime in 2023 (probably) and the Steve/Joyce.
18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?
You know, I love writing Natasha Romanov, but she also gives me the most trouble. As a non-uterus-having cis woman with Ballet Trauma, sometimes Natasha feels weirdly like The Mortification Of Being Known even though I am about as far from a Black Widow as you can get, badasserily speaking.
27. What do you listen to while writing?
Well, given my frankly INSANE Spotify Wrapped results, the answer is "I listen to a curated playlist of A Date With Dateline episodes all the time constantly while doing all things," but when I'm not listening to that, I usually have some kind of baking show on in the background. I can't write with music on? The changing rhythms and tempos fucks with my brain flow too much. I like to have some kind of very consistent patter of voices in the background like a podcast/baking show/Law & Order/etc.
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last 10 first lines meme
@bossymarmalade tagged me!
Rules: post the first lines of your last 10 fics/chapters posted on AO3 (if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics) and try to draw some conclusions.
I'm only going for non-drabble fics, because I feel like my drabble first lines are always "sets up the scenario with dialogue if possible."
Could Use A Guy Like Me - Joyce Byers/Steve Harrington, Stranger Things
It starts in the parking lot of Starcourt Mall’s burning carcass.
2. The Price We Pay - Molly McIntire, American Girl
Molly perches on James’ knee. He’s home! She had forgotten the smell of him, so comforting and important, like Palmolive shaving cream and the starch in his shirts and the faint scent of antiseptic from the clinic.
3. Four Times The Avengers Guessed Clint- and Natasha's Designations Wrong - Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, MCU
The shawarma shop is quiet, all things considered—quiet aside from the cacophony of journalists clamoring at its broken windows for the best shot of The Avengers sitting around an askew table, tired and human, waiting for their food.
4. Home is the Human Heart - Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, MCU
Bucky is a little skeptical at first. He doesn’t like crowds of people, for one thing, and for another, it’s not a holiday about which he has terribly strong memories. He remembers Sukkot and lying in the sukkah that he and his dad made up on the rooftop, next to the Shapiros’ sukkah and the Cohens’ sukkah and Mrs. Flannery’s well-tended garden. He remembers his rumbling stomach on Yom Kippur as Rabbi—what was his name? Well, anyway, he remembers the hunger. And he remembers Pesach, his first sips of wine and its acrid alcohol burning on his thirteen-year-old tongue.
5. Haiku - Natasha Romanov, MCU
The plane touches down at the Haneda Airport long after night has fallen outside the airplane windows. Clint leans over and presses his face against the glass as they glide and touch down, watching the sparkling colored lights of Tokyo grow closer and closer. Natasha does not: she has seen cities from the air before. She stares at the back of Clint’s head, instead, at the way his hair is mussed from sleeping in the seat upright.
6. Not in the Answer But the Question - Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, MCU
“On your left.”
7. a smile on your immortal face - Samantha Parkington/Nellie O'Malley, American Girl
Samantha is a well-bred young lady, which means that she attends the women’s college an hour away from home to learn her finishing and to attend functions with the nearby eligible men of Cornell, Princeton, and Yale. It would be uncouth—not to mention un-Christian—to mix with the men of Columbia.
8. Gee, I Hope You're Ready For A Fic About Death - Beetlejuice: The Musical (gen)
Grown-ups are terrible at hiding their feelings. At least, they’re terrible at hiding the fact that they think Lydia is a freak.
9. Five Times Captain America Fucked A USO Girl & One Time Steve Rogers Got Fucked - Steve Rogers/OFCs, Steve Rogers/Hedy Lamarr, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers
Bettie smiles up at Steve and turns so that her long, lean white back faces him. “Zip me up, Captain?”
10. Slice of Life - Clint Barton & Kate Bishop, minor Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop
“C’mon, kid.” Clint slings his arm around Kate’s shoulders. “I’ll show you where to get the best hot dog in New York.”
I tag @bebeocho, @fille-lioncelle, @lazaefair, @idontgettechnology, andddd @morethanonepage
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AO3 Wrapped, 2, 5, 8, and 10
2. How many works did you publish this year?
968 so far, but I've got a BUNCH of Exchanges plus the Hanukkah Bingo, Marvel Trumps Hate, Yuletide, and hopefully(?) a return to daily drabbling once all of my exchanges and stuff are written and I can stop running around screaming, lol. I've got 40 drabbles for the Hanukkah Bingo alone, so I'll end 2022 with just over 1000 works posted.
5. What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?
Quite a few of the Kate/Yelena drabbles broke 100 kudos, which really surprises me, and there's a Wednesday Addams/Joel Glicker that also broke 100 kudos, which REALLY surprises me! But I'm always just honored and humbled to get whatever feedback I get, especially since I don't write very much smutty stuff, multi-chap works, or super popular pairings all that often. (Although Kate/Yelena is popular, so that makes sense on that level!)
8. Pairing you wrote the most for this year?
According to AO3, the pairing that I wrote the most for this year is Kate/Yelena, followed by Steve/Bucky! BUT, I would wager that their actually words-posted-this-year count is just about equal, because I've written longer fics for Stucky and mostly just drabbles for Kate/Yelena (besides Slice of Life).
10. What work was the quickest to write?
Well, I can write a drabble in 10 minutes, so most of my stuff took about 10 minutes, lol. ("But V, what else do you do all day if drabbles are only ten minutes apiece?" "Well, a whole bunch of fucking nonsense and nothing, that's what.")
But in terms of being like, not-drabbles, I haven't written anything as fast as I wrote Five Times Captain America Fucked A USO Girl & One Time Steve Rogers Got Fucked in YEARS. YEARS! I got possessed by the spirit of Steve Rogers fucking and being fucked and wrote like the wind for three days! It was so nice! If only I could always write with that kind of flow, lol.
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