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angelsdean · 2 years

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Top 5 Dean relationships (including platonic/familial) <3

ok i'm going completely platonic/familial with this one bc the casgirl in me gets a little jelly if i think abt his other romantic relationships TOO much like they're good great even ! but. cas...djfkdk ok anyways

dean + jo - been thinking abt them A LOT lately ever since my mutual gender envy post and just. yeah they're gender buddies<3 they have a weird dynamic that they don't really understand for a long long time (both thinking they have crushes on each other but then thinking no that's weird and not right but still not able to fully understand what they're feeling) and then once they doo get it they just chill together like sleepover hangouts where they get high and talk abt their gender + sexuality feels and jo's like "i love boobs" and dean's like "god i wish i had tits" and jo's like "you dooo ur tits are great !" and then they just giggle and jo paints deans nails and dean buzzes jo's head<3

dean + bobby - THAT'S HIS DAD !!!!! HIS REAL DAD !!! like bobby is so important "you're the closest thing i have to a father" yeah! bobby's not perfect and he's also Not Great at talking abt things but he's /there/. he's always been there and he's defended dean against john and looked out for him and tried to give him some snapshots of a normal childhood, taking him to the park to play catch instead of shooting guns. that scene where bobby holds dean's face and cries…KILL ME.

dean + jack - DEAN IS A GOOD PARENT the hill i will die on. dean got a lot of things wrong with jack, yes. the guilt eats him alive 24/7. a lot of it was chuck's fault. a lot of it was the ghost of john winchester. a lot of it was just grief and displaced anger. it doesn't /excuse/ his actions but !!!! if he could do it over, if he could do it different, if cas hadn't died i just Know he'd be moving in to play house with cas and take care of that kid, the devil's son or not. so like, i just know that /after/ in the soft epilogue they all get, dean would put the work in to fix his relationship with jack and conciously do everything he can to Not Be John. That's his parenting motto: Don't Be John.

dean + charlie - his bff that he ISN'T in love with (unlike with cas). he gets to be his mega nerdy self with charlie and he doesn't have to worry about /feelings/ or anything. they go on little shopping sprees, have little fashion shows (we all know dean Loves to be put in little outfits), they watch nerd movies and gossip and talk abt their big gay feels. he needs that !! he's never had that before !! she's also the little sister he never knew he wanted and with charlie, for once, he gets to JUST be a brother. they have the sort of sibling bond he never really got to have with sam bc he was always also being a parent, thus making himself fundementally unknowable to sam. like s1 sam? literally does not know a thing abt dean it's crazy. anyways.

dean + mary - HELLO INSANE BRAINWORMS. they are mirrors. they hate each other. they love each other. they can't stand seeing the reflection of themselves in the other. dean also holds onto every similarity with a vicelike grip. his lips are mary his eyes are mary his hair (blonde dean truthing!) he looks in the mirror his whole life and sees her even as he's trying to twist and mold himself into his father. he never can because sam is john's true mirror. he never can because he is alway always going to be his mother's son. and mary, god mary can't look at him because she never wanted this for him. she can't look at him because where is her baby? she can't look at him because all she sees is herself, the hunter, the killer, the woman who could never quite mold herself into a mother. except. well. dean DID do that, and did it better than she ever could. and she resents him for that a little bit, and resents him for putting her on that pedestal, and resents him for asking her to BE a mother. but she also deeply mourns the fact that dean had to take her place, that dean lost so much of his life, his childhood, trying to fill the empty space she left behind. i could go on forever abt this.

ok this reply got SO long but. yeah<3

#sorry to sam for not ranking akdjfkd #like obvs i have feelings abt that whole dynamic i AM a older sib who practically raised my younger sib so yeah #replies #long post #i guess

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anthonyed · 4 years

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@justsomeoneunordinary prompted: Oh, and if you'd rather do angst: you intrested in any of those "winter and bucky are separate personalities" headcanons? Maybe smth where there is no bucky anymore, but only winter? No ship, or if you feel like, then buckytony (you know me, lol) bucky just gave up on life, bc he's been too much through. He doesn't feel a need to live anymore and therefore simply "dies". So only winter is left.

(i lost the ask and im on mobile so beware of long post)

tw: suicide, major character death, alcohol

-//-

It goes like this they say;

"This happens sometime," Tony smiles, sure where he stands. He doesn't like the look on Steve's face. Or Pepper or Sam and anyone for that matter. "You know when he spaced out after that mission in Illinois? Yeah, Cap?"

Steve nods. Dead eyes flickering to life. Yes, Tony thinks. Yes. You know what I mean. You know him well. You're his best friend. You know this happens. This is normal.

Except it isn't

Score 1; Denial.

Steve looks like he's sucked a lemon. He's a dead man walking as he steps into Tony's space.

He doesn't see the gauntlet Tony's working on. All he's focused is on telling the truth.

"He's not coming back," he says. His voice is an unrecognizable echo to his own ears. "We've checked with Strange -,"

"Not with Shuri," Tony interrupts dryly, eyes not leaving his task.

Steve takes a deep breath and exhales, "Tony," he sighs, "She was there too. They both said it's gone. Whatever trace of him left in there is gone."

Tony's fingers still. The air thickens and vibrates. It's not safe, something in Steve's hindbrain says. But he doesn't let go.

"It's not your fau -,"

He stumbles back, shocked. His ears are ringing and his eyes blur a bit.

Tony's not looking at him when he says, "Get out."

Steve doesn't fight. He leaves. The hot imprint the size of Iron Man's hand burning on his cheek.

Score 2; Anger.

"I was thinking," Tony begins, a smile on his face as he takes Bucky's hand into his. "We could go to Tokyo this week."

Bucky cocks his head left, and regards their hand.

"You always wanted to see the blossoms right? The flowing river of sakura? I checked the forecast, I'm pretty sure we'd be able to see that this week," he beams at Bucky.

The steak on his plate is untouched. Tony takes it upon himself to slice it into bite sizes. "We can check out all those anime, manga things you're so fond of. And maybe fly to Paris after?" He suggests bashfully, looking at Bucky from under his lashes. "I was thinking… bread and cheese under moonlight and maybe," he coughs, flushing up to his cheeks. "You know…," he shrugs. "I think it's time for me to pop the question." He finishes in a rush. "Get married there and we can go for a honeymoon and -," he runs out of breath.

The steak is all cut up. He pushes the plate in Bucky's direction. He looks at his own and feels bile rising up to his throat.

"Please?" He whispers, so low it's one with the wind.

Cutleries clatter. Bucky's eating. His left hand is still in Tony's clasp.

He's there, Tony thinks. He's right there next to him; eating. But everyone keeps telling him that he's not.

But he's right there.

So he chases that lump into his gut and straightens up. "We'll take a fortnight off. We'll go get married and paint the world red."

Maybe then. Maybe then, you'll come back to me.

Score 3; Bargaining

"Tony," Pepper hisses, her sharp nails are pressing into the crook of his elbow.

"Ow," he cries. "Let me go, claw-girl."

Pepper straightens up, "My apologies," she smiles, bright and remorseful. Then she says, "Excuse us, please," and she drags Tony through a back door.

"I can't Pep," Tony hiccups, "I'm married," he holds up his hand; bright diamond ring sparkling. Pepper looks sad, so Tony crooks a finger and calls her in. Once she's close enough, he whispers into her ear, "Shhh," he slurs, a hiccup bursting through, "Don't tell anyone but my husband is dead."

When he stumbles back, Pepper catches him. "Jesus, Tony," she sniffles. Her eyes are glazed and she keeps blinking them looking up at the ceiling. "God," she breathes.

Tony hiccups, body slanting sideways. The whole world seems to tip on its axis. He whoops at the miracle. Then he doesn't remember what happens.

Later, there's cold metal on the side of his head. The shiver that courses through his body is a comfort he clutches on desperately.

He has soberred enough to know where he is and who he is with. He's repulsed but at the same time, he's got no energy in him to turn away.

"You're not him," he tells the man. Nuzzles into his hips and he fists at the soft cotton clinging onto the body that no longer belongs to his husband, and he sobs, "You're not Bucky."

Score 4; Depression.

The first thing he notes, stepping out of the elevator; red silk shirt clinging onto his weary body as he tosses his suit jacket aside, that the TV is on.

The TV is always on these days. Always.

Tony gulps, chasing his ache with every roll to his sleeves. Until one elbow and then to another side.

"How was your day?" He asks, switching on the light. Another reminder of his new reality; welcome to the darkness that has become his life.

Silence.

"Have you had your dinner?" Tony tries again. He can do this.

1,2; a short shake to the head and Tony breathes.

That tight coil in his chest unravels a little. Not enough to give; to let leave, but enough for him to breath.

He plops on the empty seat next to the man. "I've had a shitty day if you care," he sighs, tipping his head back onto the headrest. Animal Planet is on; a lion stalking its prey.

Uninterested, Tony rolls his head to look at his companion (for life as a matter of fact. The tacky diamond ring in his bedside drawer will tell you that).

Cold grey eyes meet his gaze. Tony puts on a smile. "Does a shitty day warrant a hug?" He asks.

Confusion flickers in them. A slight tip of his head and Tony chokes on a sob he swallows so quickly. He masks it with an awkward laugh and boldy spreads out his arms. "Can I get a hug?" He asks directly. No subtlety. Just easy sentences.

There's more tilt to the head, but the longer Tony keeps his arms open, the nearer he comes. Closer and closer until -

It's not a hug. But it's something.

It's enough.

"Thank you," Tony sniffles, rubbing his nose and turning away. His heart aches everyday. But lesser and lesser and -

"It's not your fault, Tony."

"I don't understand. We were planning to get married. He was - ," Was he really? "- so happy."

He doesn't understand, never will understand. But there's no point to it. This is his life now; dark or dull, there's a man by side who's a shadow of someone he loves. He doesn't know this guy. But, he's willing to learn.

Pulling out the take out menus, Tony begins flipping through. He pauses at the chinese one; the letters fading from overuse. One particular order is completely faded out but Tony knows it by heart. It's Bucky's favourite. How can he not.

He puts it away. "How about Pizza?" He asks Winter. "You can choose the toppings." He throws a smile at him and receives a shrug for an answer.

Moving on.

Score 5; Acceptance.

#buckytony #bucky x tony #winteriron #tw: suicide #tw: major character death #long post #starkbucks #mine #is this even angst? *confused otter noise*#tw: alcohol

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splendidcas · 5 years

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Not Without You

Summary: a combination of two requests I got for a fic based on 15x03. Castiel goes to the reader for one last goodbye, and when the reader finds out what dean has done, she’s not happy.

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing: Cas x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, lotsa language, this fic is not nice to dean. if youre super pro dean right now, this probably won’t be your cup of tea.

A/N: this was my first time writing smut in a YEAR lmao sorry if it sucks bc I’m rusty

A soft knock at your door grabbed your attention. Wiping your tears with the sleeves of your old sweatshirt, you looked up and sighed in relief at the sight of your angel in the doorway.

“Cas,” you greeted, patting the spot next to you on your bed, beckoning him. More than ever you really needed the comfort he always brought you. Today you lost more than you ever expected, former enemies who had become close friends, people you never thought you would ever really have to lose. Ketch, Rowena, and even though Jack had already been gone, knowing his body was burnt beyond recognition was like a loss all over again.

After closing your bedroom door behind him, Castiel walked over and sat next to you, resting his forehead against yours. Unbeknownst to you, Castiel had come to say goodbye. Though...he didn’t know if he’d actually manage to tell you that he was leaving. Didn’t know if he had the heart to tell you. After everything that happened today, he knew in his heart that it was time to leave the Winchesters. After all, according to Dean, all he ever did was mess up. And he wasn’t about to drag you down with him. So, after he said his goodbyes to you, he planned on making his way out of the bunker for good. “How are you feeling?”

You sighed, nuzzling his nose. “Not great. You?”

He hummed in agreement. “Not great.”

“Today was so hard,” you said, pulling away to hold his hand. “But it could’ve been so much worse. I thought you were going to be sealed into hell right there along with Belphegor.”

Cas gave you a sad smile. “But I didn’t.”

You frowned. “Yeah, but still. You never should’ve had to go down there. I can’t believe Dean just volunteered you like that.”

“It’s alright,” Cas responded, placing his free hand over yours. “It’s over now. I’m still here.”

Leaning in, you pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, your hand leaving his to stroke his cheek. “Don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Castiel’s chest squeezed painfully at your words. What would you say if you knew he was leaving? If you needed him, then maybe leaving was the wrong choice. Maybe if he tried one more time to apologize to Dean, he wouldn’t have to leave. Perhaps his friend would finally forgive him. He pulled back to look in your eyes, grateful for the spark of hope that you always provided him, even when he was drowning in doubt. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You leaned in once more and kissed him deeply, heat suddenly growing between your legs at the desperate groan that rumbled in his throat.

His hands slid up your back and pulled you onto his lap as he kissed you harder, his arms then quickly going to work at shedding his coats. You wasted no time in helping him, your shaky, excited fingers unbuttoning his shirt before quickly discarding it to the ground.

Pulling your lips from his, you raised your arms and shot him a smirk, batting your lashes expectantly. He chuckled and pulled your sweatshirt over your head, humming happily at the fact that you had foregone a bra.

“You’re lovely,” he mumbled, burying his face in your breasts, pressing tender kisses to every inch of skin he could reach. “Always so lovely.”

“Cas,” you whined, stomach somersaulting as you carded your fingers through his hair.

Hands reaching down to grip your thighs, he stood up, turning around to lay you onto the bed before climbing over you and kissing you once more. The ache between your legs was damn near killing you now--it had been so long since the two of you had had any alone time, and you needed him now. Reaching down, your hands stumbled to free him of his belt buckle. You grumbled frustratedly into the kiss, unable to unbuckle it properly, until his lips curled into a smile and he pulled away. “Desperate,” he teased, sitting up to rid himself of his trousers and boxer briefs.

You smirked at his erection, his tip leaking freely. “And you’re not?”

Hovering over you once more, he gripped your shorts and practically ripped them down your legs, taking your panties with them. “I’m very,” he growled, hiking your legs over his shoulders before placing himself at your entrance.

You bit your lip in anticipation, chest heaving with arousal. “Please,” you begged.

Cas pushed forward and took his time filling you up, letting you both enjoy every sweet, blissful second as he stretched you completely.

You cried out as he bottomed out, nails digging into his shoulders. “You feel so fucking good, Cas.”

Castiel pulled back and snapped his hips forward, eyes shut tight as he did everything he could to try and memorize this moment; the way you felt around him, the noises you made, how very responsive you were to his every move, every touch. He never knew when it was going to be the last time he was able to experience and share this with you, so every single time he did everything he could to savor the moment.

The two of you enjoyed one another for over an hour, pleasing each other in every way you knew how until you were utterly exhausted, spent in the very best sense of the word.

Castiel kissed you one last time before gently sliding out of your bed. “Sleep,” he whispered.

“Where...you goin’?” you muttered, already half asleep. You no longer even had the energy to keep your eyes open.

Cas sighed. “I’m going to go talk with Dean.”

“Mmmm,” you mumbled, drifting off.

The angel shot you once last look before closing your bedroom door behind him.

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Castiel stood in the doorway, watching Dean pour himself a drink. His vessel’s heart was pounding--this was his last chance to try and apologize to Dean. He just wanted his friend to understand that he was trying. That he did what he could with the choices he was given. “How’s Sam?”

Dean didn’t look at him. “Not great.”

“I’m sorry about Rowena.”

“You’re sorry?” Dean rested his back against the table, staring at Cas. “Why didn’t you just stick to the damn plan?”

Here we go, Castiel thought. “Belphegor was lying--”

“Belphegor was a demon,” Dean interrupted, voice raising.

“He was using us,” Cas said. If Dean could just listen and understand. “He wanted to eat every last soul to take over hell, earth, and everything.”

“Yeah, well we would’ve figured it out! After! With Rowena!”

Cas’ jaw clenched. Deep down Castiel knew that if he hadn’t killed Belphegor, Dean would’ve blamed him then, too. “The plan changed, Dean. Something went wrong, you know this. Something always goes wrong.”

“Yeah, why is that something always seem to be you?”

Castiel stood there stunned. He felt like his heart had just dropped down to his stomach, because he knew now that there was no staying at the bunker. There could be no more helping the Winchesters, no--not when his helping only seemed to be him getting in the way and ruining things, no matter how hard he always tried to do the right thing. How could he stay and continue to drag all of you down? You especially. No--he could not do that to you any longer. He refused to be a burden to you. “You used to trust me...give me the benefit of the doubt, now you can barely look at me. My powers are failing and I tried to talk to you...over and over and you just don’t wanna hear it, you don’t care, I’m...dead to you. You still blame me for Mary.”

Dean nodded his head bitterly, looking away from Cas.

“Well, I don’t think there’s anything left to say.” Castiel took one last look from Dean before turning around.

“Where you goin’?”

Castiel sighed. “Jack’s dead. Chuck is gone. You and Sam have each other. And Y/N...I refuse to be a burden to her any longer. Not when she deserves better. I think it’s time for me to move on.”

And with that, Castiel walked out of the bunker.

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The next morning, you waltzed into the kitchen, suppressing a yawn as you fixed yourself some coffee. You looked around for Sam and Cas, surprised to only see a solemn Dean sitting alone at the table, his eyes glued to something on his laptop.

“Where’s Sam and Cas?” you asked, grabbing a mug.

Dean’s eyes stayed fixed on his laptop. “Sam’s in his room.”

You crossed your arms, waiting for him to finish. “...And Cas?”

Dean stayed silent, his eyes closing, brows knit tight.

You set your mug down and took a step closer to him, your heart starting to pound with worry. “Dean. Where. Is. Cas.”

“He’s gone.”

Your brows shot up. “I’m sorry, gone? What the hell do you mean--”

“He left, Y/N!” Dean shouted, his eyes wild and angry as they stared you down.

Your jaw clenched. There’s only one reason he would’ve left without saying anything, and that was Dean. “What the fuck did you do?”

He rolled his eyes, slamming his laptop shut. “I told him the truth, Y/N.”

“Oh, yeah? And what’s the truth?”

“Every goddamned time we have a chance at doin’ something right, fixing something, Cas comes in and he screws it up!”

Your blood began to boil. “Are you fucking kidding me? Cas helped save our asses yesterday. If he hadn’t killed Belphegor, we’d have a way bigger problem on our hands.”

“And we’d still have Rowena.”

“Not necessarily, Dean. And you and I both know that if Castiel hadn’t killed Belphegor, you’d have blamed him for that too.”

Dean stayed silent once more, nostrils flared in anger, eyes stuck on a spot on the wall.

But you continued. You were too angry to stop. “You know what? I’m glad Cas left. All you ever did was use him as your personal punching bag. You love to blame him for every little thing that goes wrong in your life, but guess what? None of what has happened with Jack or Chuck or your mom was solely his fault. And Castiel doesn’t owe you a damn thing.

“And I know you like to act like you’re the only one who’s going through a hard time, but guess what? We all are! We all lost Mary, Ketch, Rowena, Jack. And even though you refuse to acknowledge it, Castiel is suffering. He is suffering from Jack’s death. And every time he tried to talk to you about it, you were too selfish to listen. So guess what, Dean? You lost Cas, and now you’re losing me too.”

By the time you finished your rant, your fingers were clenching your mug so hard you were shocked you hadn’t broken it. You took a deep breath before calmly setting the mug down and making your way out of the kitchen.

“Where the hell are you going?” Dean called after you.

You stopped, not bothering to turn around. “I’m going to find Cas.”

And with that, you were gone. Because even though Cas felt like he had to go through the world alone, he didn’t--not without you.

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incubae-fics · 5 years

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True Power [AU!Aomaris]

Pairing: Female!Reader[3rd POV] x AU!Sam

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sexual themes, reader is mentioned to have a chubby form but you can disregard if you’d really like

A/N: Hi i still love sam and i like to project in my writings kinda, I got some james bullshit in the works bc i love my best friend and rip, tungle dot hell kinda fucked over my first vers of this so yay

A powerful brute demon, that’s what he was, and still is. His true form sported large protruding green horns, pointed in a way that looked like they could stab you if he tried hard enough. His skin was littered with swirls of green taint, and underneath that? Scars. Puffy, often red and angry scars, signs of his immense power. Remnants of all his wins, of what he could withstand and grow back from. His true name is Aomaris, but none but family would call him that. He was always the brute, and soon, it was just Sam, if anyone cared to learn what he called himself.

Even in a world where no one knew who and what he truly was, he was still feared. His scars were not hidden by dark green swirls, but by what clothing humans would wear. Sometimes they’d peek out. His shirt would ride up. His sleeves would creep upwards, and they’d be bared to prying eyes. His jaw was always set to a tense. His eyes were always burning. His aura screamed of his immense power, lying dormant somewhere deep within him. Humans, strangers that didn’t even know his name, avoided him often. He felt their fear and suspicion, and found comfort in for once, being unbothered and unchallenged. He guessed most humans were smart enough to know better.

That was, until she arrived. She strode right into the front door of what was now his home. He’d been weak, had gone too long without rage energy since he was constantly avoided, so he turned to the only other energy he knew he could feed from. He stole a kiss, relished in the energy he needed. Her eyes had glazed over, his enthrallment taking hold in that moment- but only for that moment. He had expected her to flee, maybe to even burst into tears because some gruesome man just stole from her lips- but she didn’t. Her face scrunched up like he expected, her fists clenched too. However, she remained rooted to the ground, feet firmly planted.

“You son of a bitch.”, she spat, causing him to grin- but the grin was short lived.

Within a fraction of a second, he felt his teeth clack against each other. Her first had collided with his jaw, painfully so, which was surprising.

She had punched him.

“Did you just-”

“I sure did, you fucking asshole. Touch me again and see what happens.”, she had hissed, and with that, the domino effect began.

From there things just went insane. That one interaction led to an odd chain of events that somehow led him to where he was now. Had anyone tried to tell past him where he’d end up, he’d have laughed in their faces. She was not someone he had expected to.. fall for. In all honesty, he was sure falling was something he couldn’t do, not in a romantic sense. He was a demon, an incubus at that. One well known for being a ruthless and angry brute, even if he could feel love, he knew he didn’t deserve it. He’s still so sure he doesn’t deserve her. Especially with how it all began, a punch to his face.

The punch led to worse things. Screaming matches, awful names spat out, leaving them to both burn with the venom of the other on them. Some apologies were made here and there, but at the end, both were at fault. Both were always at fault and maybe that’s what led to this. Sam would repeat it all over again if it meant he’d always have her. He’d let himself burn over and over- show her all the scars he had- break every single last one of his walls, as long as at the end of it all, she would still love him.

He found it so funny sometimes. He could fight off armies of humans alone if he needed to. Had the strength to lift full buildings and the speed to travel as far as he pleased quicker than the eye could see. He was powerful, his very body radiated strength and amazing abilities. Yet, this one human woman, could have him undone in seconds. She could have him at his knees- hold him to her mercy, but she didn’t. She only ruined him in the best of ways, just as she had from the start.

She didn’t think of it as funny. Something about it was.. amazing in a sense. She was just a human, hopelessly in love with an incubus. A demon known to be well versed in sex. A demon named Aomaris, one with scars of past fights all over his body. Though to her, the scars weren’t so ugly or nasty. She only wished them gone when she thought of the pain they caused him. When she recalled that they were there because he had to fight tooth and nail just to live peacefully. It wasn’t because she thought they were in the way. She still viewed his body in a wonderful light, in an alluring one.

She’d viewed him like he was this beautiful greek statue (however he’d blush furiously and demand he wasn’t one if she voiced this thought). She often swore she paled in comparison to him- that she didn’t fit. She was just a normal human, just someone plain and not at all well versed in sex.

She still wondered how it was that he loved someone like her. Someone whose body type does not match his. Someone lumpy and squishy as opposed to firm and solid. She failed to wrap her head around how she managed to have him this way. He was so powerful- so very different and deserving of nothing short of perfection , but here he was. Beneath her, gripping her hips so tight, as if he was starved and she was his only source of nourishment. He looked up at her, emerald eyes burning with such a fire of emotions. With such love- such adoration and pure unrelenting pleasure. She had him in a way no other ever could. Elicited such pleasurable sounds and faces from him. Had his rough but warm hands running over every inch of skin she used to think he’d never want. Lips exploring places she swore she’d only feel in sweet dreams. His husked voice whispered sweet promises- spoke soft loving words she craved. Words she reciprocated- oblivious to how that blissfully had his heart bursting.

She had this all powerful demon at her mercy- but never did she think to use it for personal gain. Didn’t seek to just take and never give. That’s what really had him. She gave and gave, and all of it was his for the taking. His to keep and never share. No other man would have this view he had- would have her melting like he did. No one would hear her sweet sounds or be able to savor her taste. He had this woman all to himself- this woman that was completely unaware of her immense power over him. He’d do anything she asked. Give into any request she gave- even if it resulted in his pain or abrupt death.

He’d fought so hard all his life, and he never knew what really drove him aside from his own brother. Never really craved anything for himself.

Now, he craved nothing more than this. Than having her close, clothed or otherwise. Hearing her voice, be it in the form of sweet sighs or excited words. He was in so deep he was drowning, but he wasn’t fighting it. He didn’t have to fight anymore- she wasn’t letting him drown. She was letting him just be, loving him as he was.

Loving him even with the angry scars, even as he was another being entirely. A demon. A dragon. A broken man that lost about everything. She filled him up with life as he swore to always protect hers.

Aomaris could be as powerful as he wanted, could claim any throne or any life as he saw fit.

At the very end of it all, the true power lied within this human woman turned demon- with the other half of his soul. He knew it all along, but never really felt it in its entirety until she was his in every sense of the word.

His true power was really just hers all along. She’d shared her strength, provided him means of gathering back his sense of self. She pushed him into working on it- into healing, giving him the power to say he healed himself. The strength to stand again, straight upright on his own two feet. She made him the happiest man alive- became his one and only wife, and the Mother of his children. She gave him all that he so craved deep down, but never felt worthy of.

A powerful human turned succubus, that’s what she was. All powerful with two sets of horns and lovely tainted skin. She was a Queen in her own right, but not of any kingdom. Just of a man- a brute incubus, and his lap was her throne. She sat gracefully upon it.

Something like a match made in heaven, if heaven ever allowed souls such as theirs..

#sam incubus #sam incubus x reader #sam incubs x you #aomaris #aomaris incubus #aomaris x reader #seduce me #seduce me otome #sam seduce me #seducemetheotome #hi im alive #no im not sorry #jenni leave me alooonnee

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WhatsApp? Part 8. (Steve Rogers x reader)

Description: You’ve never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone’s eye, to be loved. One day, that’s about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you

A/N: @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory thank you for reblogging! I notice every note and reblog you left me, babez! But I have a seriously hard time responding even to my own gf at the time, bcs I'm in the more depressed mood. Sorry.

Word count: 2 K

Tagging: @missdictatorme, @songforhema, @mikariell95

Read the rest here: Part One Part Two Part three Part four Part five Part Six Part seven

If you like to have your readings in order :): H E R E

The big evening finally came. Every one of you was in the backstage, listening to some stand-up comedian. He truly was hilarious.

It was simple - there was a hall full of people who had bought the tickets in pre-order. All of that money went to a charity. Then they could give more money if they wanted to the lady by the ticket station. After every show, the hall cleared out and people with tickets on the next show sat at the tables, ordered some drinks and waited for it to start. Some shows had twenty minutes, but there were other people, who had five minutes lasting shows as you were.

There were even people from the Marina present, those who were voted to take the check from Tony Stark himself as well. And they looked like they had a hella good time.

"I will sit next to you, would you mind?" - Deena said, already sitting down. You scooped a bit further to make some place for her ass. Then the both of you turned your heads to look at the guy performing. You both laughed. There was some singers, some bands, some other Charity workers - there was basically everyone. You even got a bit too excited when you saw Pepper freaking Potts sitting at the table in the back of the hall next to Happy Hogan.

Through the whole evening, you texted with Steve. You told him every of your itsy bitsy feelings and he was so kind that he has listened to you all the time. Meanwhile, girls have done your make-up and your hair, so you looked like a real lady coming straight from the forties.

May's hair was the hardest do make - she had a long, strong hair and she has a hell lot of them, which made it almost impossible to do. Yet she was now standing behind you on her high heels, looking definitely breathtaking.

Y/N: Never realizes that there will be so many people out here! I'm getting pretty nervous, handsome.

Steve: Do not freak out. It is going to be completely fine. We are here out with Bucky and Sam, pouring down some drinks. We are looking forward to your performance, girls. We truly do.

Y/N: Yeah, looking forward to seeing me killing somebody else?

Steve: Stop it. You will be great. And you will not convince me otherwise. And I will be there to see all of it.

That made you smile. Steve was the mental and emotional support to you every step you made and every breath you took, just like in that The Police song. When you felt insecure about you looking fat, Steve reminded you of how blown away he was just with the way you looked in that costume. When you thought that your make-up and your hair is too much, Steve texted back that you'll be beautiful to him no matter how much you'll put on.

He truly was trying to make every one of your little insecurities go away and he was doing a great job.

"He's somewhere out here tonight?" - Deena asked all of a sudden. She and Val took some really sultry sapphic photos before that and you were sure that they'll be used when you'll recap your whole year on the office Christmas party. They both looked sexy as hell, Deena even went so far she had shortened her skirt and wear her super push-up bra to make her cleavage more visible.

"Not at the moment, but he'll be. Yeah." - You nodded with a shy smile of a nervous girl. It was so strange, knowing that Steve will be there, checking out each of your moves with his bros.

You never showed him your face, but daily life pics became a next step between for the two of you. When you were at work, you took a simple headless selfie in the bathroom mirror, at lunch you photographed your food and you also sent him a photo of you in your PJ, doing a routine movie watching with some popcorn and Coke.

Steve, on the other hand, was a serious piece of cake. You drooled and you didn't even realize that your mouth was wet all over from your own saliva.

To say that Steve was buffed as fuck was a serious understatement. He was ripped like a Greek god. Maybe even they were nothing on his body. His usual daily selfie was a mirror one with him having a white, usually sweaty t-shirt and grey work out sweats. There was usually a bottle of water included. Sometimes he snapped a quick picture of him getting ready. Once you even felt your heart-stopping because of the sight of his collar bones and shoulders in a work out tank top.

At that moment, you were ready to call yourself some good ol' ambulance, because your eyes were drowning at that sight. He was a guy with a naturally sweet nature, so huge and ripped and yet somehow he hadn't found a girlfriend to be with. You couldn't comprehend.

Before meeting him on WhatsApp, you didn't believe in fucking miracles - but here he was and he seemed to be into you. You were hella out of your mind.

Yep. You had gotten off because of those pictures. Once or twice. But that was not your fault at all. You were a woman, someone who had their specific needs. That's just how it was. And Steve seriously was someone who even Val found seriously attractive.

Girls from the office were obsessed all over you two - sometimes, Deena and Suzie sang that you're in love and you answered that you're not. Which obviously became a really dramatic I won't say I'm in love from Hercules. But yeah. Just to be honest, you were all over the fucking place bevause of him. Which happened never ever before. And you haven't even met that man at the time. It was really fucking weird. It felt like his face isn't important to you - you knew him. That's what mattered.

"Do you think you'll be able to see him? Like a sixth sense? It would be as exciting as the end of the Titanic." - Deena sighed dreamily. You frowned at that.

"If you think that the death of basically 60% of the passengers was exciting... You do you I guess." - You answered with a strange expression on your face.

“Hey. You have that sexy hunk just waiting for every word you want to write to him and not each of us has the opportunity to have that. Some of us just develop a simple crush on Leo DiCaprio. Did you even see that little angelic baby in that movie? Jeez.” - Deena giggled. When she started, she was deadly serious, but in the end, she was laughing.

But she was totally clear about her crush on Leo. She even had a collection of t-shirts with Leos face on it. But she was all truthful - not everyone finds someone like you found Steve. All it took was a couple of coincidences and there you were.

“But it's nice. Men like that remind you that gentlemen are not a dead thing yet, even now.” - She leaned her shoulder into yours, smiling all happily. - “But I am a bit jealous about all of that, not gonna lie.”

Your head slowly bobbed and you leaned your forehead into khaki green cap masterly pinned into her hair with some pinnets. She was looking all good.

And she was right per se. Steve was truly something the others could be only possibly jealous of. And you should be really, really glad for him

And your gratefulness was the thing that made you all nervous about him being present while you do a total asshat in front of anybody else.

The time flew past you without you barely noticing. There were two other performers in the line in front of your office, and at the next moment, May was gripping your elbow and lead you to the moral hooray before you actually went to the stage. She was probably the best motivational speaker you ever heard, those men and women with courses were nothing on May Parker.

“Okay ladies, I am sincerely proud of you for not being afraid and actually doing all of this. I can't even express how happy I am that I found so many amazing women to do something like that with me. You're all looking flawless, pretty and lovely and I know we will nail the choreography because we worked hard almost every evening for the past few months, we will nail it. And now stand up and let's kick the others their asses!” - May yelled cheerfully. Every one of you clapped, those who had the need to express themselves louder, those cheerfully blew a whistle for May.

You feel a little confident - nothing too much harsh, nothing too big, but at least you felt positive about yourself when you took your chair and walked onto the stage.

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“Can you feel the tension in the air? Something's coming.” - Sam nudged Bucky's side with his elbow. Bucky just gave him an ice-cold look and took his another beer from Sam's palm.

Steve made Sam take the tickets from the lady sitting behind the counter with all highschool girl nervousness - he was able to almost kill Sam when he joked about leaving the tickets on the counter. He was super nervous, super curious, almost not able to keep the feelings contained inside.

Their small group walked into one of the back tables with a clear view - you tried to take the best places which will be basically on the distance of a stretched arm. It was also close to the bar, which was some great news for Sam.

“Just jokin', Mr. Grumpy. I'm kinda curious about that girl. You plan on showing us or you will keep a secret?” - Sam sat on the other side of Bucky, taking a strong swing of his beer.

“Probably a secret. It would not be fair for you to know her face before she knows mine.” - Steve giggled and crawled deeper into his hood. He was worse than Natasha when she was on her missions, just tried to keep his identity in secret, but that was extremely hard because of how enormous he was.

“Like if birdbrain knew what intimacy or privacy is.” - Bucky said with an ironic tone of voice which made Sam frown as hell again.

“Well excuse me, but I know today's world more than you two will ever have the chance to. Don't try to make me angry, 'cause you can lose your biggest guide just like dat.” - Sam said with all serious face, but every one of them knew that he's shitting them.

Y/N: Okay, it's here. Wish me luck, cross your fingers, do whatever the hell you want, but enjoy it.

A text came just short second before all the lights turned down and Steve curiously wiggled on his chair with an expression of a small child. And at that moment, a serious load of ladies in forties female formal clothes came out of the curtains with chairs in their hands. And even tho he couldn't see the shirt you had under your uniform, at that moment, he exactly knew which one of them is you.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x reader #mcu #captain america #bucky barnes #winter soldier #sam wilson #the falcon #steve rogers imagine

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wow...it’s really me...agAIN and i have literally nothing together yet, but i’m hyped so hello! i’m sam, 20, she/her, est timezone and i also play ben the sourwolf and the cutie quill wallace so you can message me wherever for plots! anyway, let’s get into it! details about this one who has never done anything wrong ever in his life will be under the cut and you know the deal! i want all the plots!

➰ ( AVAN JOGIA, CISMALE, HE/HIM ) *✧.:°░｡ —- is that VANDER SANGHAVI ?! you know them, right? they are the 25 year old SHADOWHUNTER !! they’re known for being BENEVOLENT & INDIVIDUALISTIC - but i’d be careful if i were you because they’re also QUIXOTIC & RESTIVE. i heard they volunteered to be paired with SOPHIE TURNER.

so first thing’s first: his full first name is actually devander if i remember what i picked correctly lmao but he doesn’t like to be called that and literally no one ever does call him that except for his parents

wHO ARE THE WORST BTW. like, okay, remember in the show when alec and izzy’s parents first showed up and their mom was like that and you were like um, yIKES???? yeah, vander’s mom is like that except 100000000000000000000% worse. his dad is very strict and cold and far from vander’s favorite person buT HIS MOM IS ONE FUCKING PIECE OF WORK OK

which we’ll get into momentarily!

so, vander’s story is that he’s an only child, born in idris to the extremely wealthy, extremely respected and extremely well - known sanghavi family. both of his parents are super high - ranking council members and basically when i think of what they do i think of this scene from sherlock i’m a nerd okAY DRAG ME where mycroft is like “i occupy a small position within the british government” and sherlock scoffs and says “plEASE HE IS THE BRITISH GOVERNMENT” which is basically what i imagine his parents are like with their jobs in the clave aka they pretty much are the clave which i imagine is pretty common knowledge among shadowhunters and probably earns the family name a lot of respect but also hatred because all of their power and influence that goes wrong within the clave and all of their bias and shady business is, for the most part, completely their fault.

anyway, when vander was born his parents were a little older than the typical age at which shadowhunters tend to begin having kids and that’s because they’d been trying for a while before vander finally came along and he was basically their miracle child :')

lived in idris and spent the majority of his life there, specifically on the family estate property. even for a shadowhunter he had an extremely sheltered upbringing ok like because of his parents and their job and their obsession with molding vander into the perfect child and perfect successor for their position on the council which is what they always saw him as first and foremost rather than y’know THEIR SON, he was pretty much never allowed to leave the family property except for major social events. literally he wasn’t allowed to leave, spent all day every day studying and training and his parents kept him so isolated from other children friendships and love is weakness yeah yeah whatever that his only friends growing up were his trainers and tutors and the housekeeping staff

basically if it wasn’t guaranteed to make him a better shadowhunter and train him properly to take over their position within the clave then vander’s parents absolutely forbid it.

he couldn’t even really sneak away bc wtf is there to do in idris???? and anyway, the family estate was monitored by guards at every angle 24/7 because the idea that someone would try to assassinate the whole family was always entirely too plausible

i pretty much think of vander of being raised like a royal child if ygm? like, everyone knows who he is but no one really knows him and he never really got to have friends or anything normal like that and his upbringing in general was extremely strict and isolated and sheltered and privileged.

the first time vander ever left idris was the age of seventeen when he fought tooth and nail to accompany his father on clave business. specifically, his father would be taking temporary control of the institute in india for a months ( which he was chosen for because it was one of many jobs he’d been good at whilst climbing the ranks back in the day ). vander begged and pled and begged to be taken along and while his mother in particular was not happy about it, his father finally agreed!

vander loved that trip so much that he whoops sorta sneaked out of the institute on the night before he and his father were supposed to go home, ran away and hasn’t looked back since

he’s spoken with his parents plenty of times since then though. they’re still furious with him for running away and they take every chance they’re given to remind him of that and ask him to come home and finish his studies buT vander absolutely refuses and is pretty sure that if he ever sees idris or that dumb enormous house ever again it’ll be way too fucking soon

anyway, he’s gotten lots of practical training in his travels. despite his family name and the way people often treat him because of it, vander seriously just works as a typical shadowhunter doing normal old demon killing assignments and stuff.

he’s an expert with twin seraph blades though and there’s a 1000000% chance he could wipe the floor with anyone when it comes to using those things

it was at the dublin institute that things actually got interesting though lmao. there, he met helena havenborn and holy shit he fell in love with her so hard and fast and to this day he absolutely loves her to pieces jsyk

they got together, got engaged and were the most obnoxiously in love pair you could ever possibly come across until that mission gone wrong wherein helena’s parabatai was killed and she got turned into a werecat

vander hasn’t seen her since before she left for that mission

she thinks that he listened to his family and dumped her because she was now a downworlder, he thinks she left him and literally neither of those things are true they are 100000% lies made up by vander’s parents and lbr probably also helena’s mom to keep them apart and to try and get vander to finally come home

spoiler alert: it didn’t work

vander is just so heartbroken and he has been ever since. due to his extremely isolated upbringing, he was never very close with anyone not even his parents and then helena came along and they were everything to each other she was everything to him and then she just left him and vander tries really hard to be understanding like he knows the situation was devastating all around but he can’t help these feelings of bitterness he now has for helena as he sorta feels abandoned by her

EXCEPT SHE DIDN’T ABANDON HIM AND HE DIDN’T ABANDON HER HIS MOM IS JUST A MEDDLING TRIFLER SOMEONE PLEASE TELL THEM PLEASE

still loves her so so so so much regardless of what he thinks happened

left the dublin institute not long after that and went somewhere else and now he’s just coming to cali probably on assignment due to the theft. he’s here to lend an extra hand and has no idea that helena is here so :) :) :) :)

that...was so long i apologize but if you’ve gotten this far and wanna keep reading then we’re about to get into personality and stuff!

vander is basically a good beautiful angel who has never done a single thing wrong ever in his whole life

no ok i’m moSTLY KIDDING but vander is genuinely a good person. having essentially been forced to spend his entire childhood studying the accords and all other shadowhunter law, he’s extremely aware that shadowhunters and especially the clave are far from perfect and are in fact very flawed and very biased. he’ll point it out to anyone who’ll listen and is definitely into working towards a better and more peaceful future

he’s a rebellious free spirit, believes in standing up for your beliefs and always doing what’s right rather than what’s lawful

so yeah in case you wanted to guess he and his parents can’t stand each other

his biggest flaw is that he can be way too idealistic and often forgets how the real world actually works

also has a tendency to mope about helena but insist he’s fine when he’s very clearly Not Fine™

listen okay i cannot stress enough how much he still loves helena he loves her TO PIECES HE LOVES HER SO MUCH SHE IS ABSOLUTELY IT FOR HIM IF YOU ASK HIM LIKE I MEAN SHIT HE WAS GONNA MARRY HER???? HE STILL WANTS NOTHING MORE ANd i cannot stress enough how heartbroken he is right now in spite of pretending he’s fine

he’s bi though if anyone wanted to know lmao

playfully arrogant, especially when it comes to his expertise with those twin seraph blades i mentioned before

stands up for the little guy at every turn

major sweet tooth, especially when it comes to candy and anything chocolate

he is overall a genuinely good person: friendly, understanding, compassionate, extremely considerate, and capable. however, his idealism, stubbornly rebellious nature and default of being extremely emotional, passionate and intense can often be a hindrance, especially as a shadowhunter. surely they would keep him from being the good and effective leader that he could potentially be otherwise, but having spent basically his entire life observing just how much power can corrupt people he’s not particularly interested in being a leader anyway

ALL HE WANTS IS TO MARRY THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE AND IDK MAYBE A BAG OF M&M’S BUT NAH HE’S JUST GONNA SUFFER

UPDATES!

vander is an A M A Z I N G artist. specifically drawing and painting. art was pretty much the only “frivolous~” hobby his parents allowed him to participate in as a child aside from the occasional piano lesson and vander always loved it. he’s an extremely talented artist and he’s pretty much always drawing / painting in what little free time he has. i have this hc that his runes are absolutely beautiful like they’re perfect and gorgeous and often admired though vander thinks he’s just sorta okay at art and sees it as just a fun little hobby tbh

and really that’s all it is to him. he’s not interested in dropping everything to become an artist nor has he ever been. he loves art but he loves being a shadowhunter too and for now it’s all he has.

vander knows literally nothing about mundane culture. dude can’t drive, can’t work most electronics, will not understand any pop culture references at all he’ll just stare blankly at you completely confused

also doesn’t understand social cues sometimes. he’s gotten better at it in recent years but he can sorta clueless and awkward sometimes due to experiencing basically no socialization during his entire childhood. vander is genuinely nice and always means well but sometimes he’s just...not great with people but it never deters him at all he learns, corrects himself and gets right back into things. he might occasionally need require further explanations and help understanding things sometimes but he’s a pretty quick learner

he could possibly have a parabatai though we would need to do a lot of plotting and there’s a good chance that vander and this parabatai are not on good terms at the moment. not 100% sure about this but feel free to message me if you’re interested anyway

the consul aka helena’s mother literally fucking HATES him personally

finally...that’S ALL FOR NOW. this is so long and if you read it all i don’t know hoW but please feel free to message me for plots!!!! either here or over at @mcrdices is probably best!!!! and as you know i’m down for anything and i’m really excited to write with you all as usual!

#❛ * ｡ ’ ⁝ i know i’m not your favorite record. 「 ooc. 」#wilshire:ooc #no cute tags yet we're working on it but this is literally so long and probably an absolute disaster #message me if you wanna plot though #here meet a genuinely good person who is a total disaster

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some recs

this isnt The reclist, bc i never have the patience to compile it, but have some stuff that is somewhat recent:

The Night War: 60th Anniversary Edition - praximeter (Zimario) - 100k+

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes & Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes/Original Female Character(s) (brief), James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Winifred Barnes, Gabe Jones, Original Male Character(s), Howling Commandos, Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter Additional Tags: World War II, Historical Accuracy, Diary/Journal, Classic War Memoir, Period Typical Attitudes, Period-Typical Racism, Jewish Character, Bucky Barnes-centric, Bucky Barnes Feels, War, Canon-Typical Violence, Bucky Barnes’s Notebooks, Unreliable Narrator, Writer Bucky Barnes, Pre-Slash, Blink And You Miss It Slash, Slow Burn, Stucky endgame, Internalized Homophobia, Angst, Holocaust Summary:

In 1947, Master Sergeant James B. Barnes’s surviving field journals were posthumously published as the classic war memoir The Night War. Now a high school history classroom mainstay and required reading at West Point, this highly anticipated 60th Anniversary Edition presents the original, unedited text alongside detailed historical notes that provide important context to the extraordinary wartime heroics of Captain America and the Howling Commandos.

Barnes, James B. The Night War: The Wartime Memoirs of a Howling Commando. Ed. Harold Miller. 60th Anniversary ed. New York: HarperCollins, 2005. Print.

There Is No Shortage of Blood - Dira Sudis (dsudis), alby_mangroves - WIP 50k+

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve Rogers, Original Characters Additional Tags: Rape Recovery, Rape Aftermath, Rape Fantasy, Flashbacks, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Harm, unsafe bdsm practices, Bucky’s Broken Dick, Sexual Dysfunction, Established Relationship, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Winter Soldier Trial, Army, Therapy, Catholic Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Avengers Tower, Bucky Barnes’s Trigger Words, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note Summary:

The long slow recovery of Bucky Barnes after his escape from HYDRA.

(And the longer, slower recovery of his sex life.)

despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) - praximeter (Zimario) - WIP 25k+

Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes & Steve Rogers Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Tony Stark, Maria Hill, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner Additional Tags: Winter Soldier Trauma Warnings, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Body Horror, Body Modification, Touch-Starved, Canon Divergence - Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Captain America: The Winter Soldier AU, The Mask Can’t Come Off, Hurt Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Feels, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Drug Withdrawal, Identity Porn, Identity Reveal, Hurt/Comfort, Art, Embedded Images, art by quietnight, American Sign Language Summary:

“They really didn’t want the mask to come off.” Hill thumbed through the scans, and pulled out a film that she then handed over to Sam, face mostly expressionless but for the flat line of her pursed lips.

Sam accepted the film and held it up to the light, angling so both he and Steve could see it, squinting at the outline of the Winter Soldier’s skull, and the blips of unnatural white that showed up, God, in his brain, not to mention about half his teeth, plus the mask, with its thin protrusions—

“Those are pins,” Steve realized. He looked over at Hill. “The mask—it’s nailed to his face.”

Hill’s face was as unmoved as ever. “Like I said. They really didn’t want it coming off.”

Who Let You In? - birdbrains - SERIES 76k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes Additional Tags: Up all night to get Bucky, Mental Health Issues, Obedience, Trauma, Consent Issues, Triggers, Sneaky trauma, Food Series: Part 1 of Eat Rotten Fruit Summary:

“Is he here?” Sam asked. “I don’t know,” said Steve. “I’m—hey, Bucky, are you here? Can you hear me?” “Or whatever you prefer to be called,” Sam put in. “Yeah,” Steve said. “It’s me, that dumb guy with all the problems? Remember me?”

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New and "improved."

Closed Book - AggressiveWhenStartled - 38k

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes & Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes & Tony Stark, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark Additional Tags: Natasha Is a Good Bro, Amnesia, How many times can Bucky get amnesia, At least one more, This fic is not compliant with anything, Tony Stark has a lot of feelings, Supersoldier sex can break things, A lot of things, Arguing, This was supposed to be stupid Stucky fluff, How did it become a Bucky&Tony comedy hour brofic, what the hell happened, Upside still a lot of Stucky fluff, So I guess it accomplishes both things Summary:

Bucky woke up with a headache, a mouth that tasted like something had died in it, and hands-down, swear-to-god, the most beautiful man he had ever seen asleep in his lap.

Bucky was also, he realized after a moment, strapped down to a hospital bed with about six different monitors making unsynced, equally piercing, beeps. Beyond that he couldn’t quite see—there was a hideous floral curtain pulled around the bed, and while he could just make out figures moving in the room beyond it, the pattern made his head pound even worse the longer he looked at it.

So. That was concerning.

three white horses - magdaliny - 16k

Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Sharon Carter (Marvel) Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Death, Suicide, Jewish Bucky Barnes, Queer Brooklyn, Unreliable Narrator Summary:

Steve, it's not your fault, Sam had tried to say, before Steve cut him off, and Steve doesn't think that's untrue so much as it's irrelevant; fault's got nothing to do with it. It's just—wrong. It's wrong. Steve couldn't wrap his head around it the first time, how wrong it was. Steve should have gone first. Was supposed to. Bucky could have carried on without Steve, he knows, but Steve without Bucky is a zero sum. There should never be a world that Steve is in and Bucky isn't.

#long post #fic #anyway this all is stucky as i warned.

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