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“Once upon a time, there was a little girl. The Little Girl lived in a Big City, in a neighborhood called Brooklyn, in a tiny apartment, with Mother and Father.”
Or, how Aislin Rose, a young woman with a gift, met a vigilante at the begnning of his career. They were loners, they wouldn’t be anymore.

Dancing with the Devil : Prologue.

She was running out of time and out of options here. The four guys were armed, well for three of them, it was sure, the last one had his ass in a chair and was eating a burger. Anyway, the odds were against her. In other circumstances, she’d tried to talk to the guys, playing dumb, diverting their attention while she found a way to neutralize them. Or she’d tried to punch her way. But tonight… it was a night off. She was tired. She had been looking for Heather for two days now, racing against the clock once she’d understood that she was one of the victim of a flourishing new market in this shit hole called Hell’s Kitchen (And, really? Couldn’t have come with a name more ominous? Was the Mouth of Hell or the Purgatory already taken? Guys, the nearest place was called the Village… The Village! See? Anyway…): human trafficking (applause in the background please).

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It’s the summer anthem many were waiting for. In the new video for the irrepressible hip-hop song “Thunder Thighs,” women of different shapes, sizes, races and sexualities enjoy a summer day in the Bedford-Stuyvesant neighborhood of Brooklyn — all exulting in their own bodies as they braid each other’s hair, eat ice cream and frolic in a fire hydrant’s spray.

“Thunder Thighs” is the handiwork of Miss Eaves, the alter ego of Brooklyn multimedia artist Shanthony Exum. Her work, which includes rap, photography, illustration and graphic design, centers on themes she describes as politically progressive and feminist. For Exum, “Thunder Thighs” is a case of “art reflecting reality.”

“I’ve had a curvy body for my whole life,” she says. “A lot of the things I talked about in ‘Thunder Thighs’ — such as, like, wearing mom jeans or having your thighs touch and rub together, in the summer, getting 'chub rub’ — these are things I’ve experienced my whole life.”

'Thunder Thighs’: The Summer Anthem That Celebrates Every Woman

Ten Years (Part 13 - End!)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,380 ( I mean…)

Warnings: language, fluff, excessive sweetness

A/N: I hope you guys love the fluff. Thanks for sticking with me, and for reading, and for all your sweet messages. <3

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

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★*゚‘゚・Mirrors (2008)

these are quotes from the thriller/horror film ‘mirrors’. triggers may be present.

❝ I’m sorry… I… I… I wasn’t trying to get away… ❞
❝ No, please don’t… ❞
❝ You shaved?  ❞
❝ Sorry, I’m late… Have you been waiting long? ❞
❝ You need a place to stay? ❞
❝ Anyway, you know you are always welcome to stay at our house.❞
❝ How are things going between the two of you?  ❞
❝ Do you know the Mayflower on West 38th Street?  ❞
❝  …You have reached ________. I am not available to take your call. Please leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can.  ❞
❝ Thank God you didn’t show up any later. This place gives me the chills at night. … No electricity, and all these mirrors…   ❞
❝ You know, I live in, Brooklyn near a Jewish neighborhood, and when someone dies, they cover all the mirrors in their house.  ❞
❝ They say it’s to keep the soul of the dead from being trapped in the mirrors… ❞
❝ Believe it or not, there’s always a bit of truth in any superstition. Am I right?  ❞
❝ He was completely obsessed with these damn mirrors. He’d spend the entire night polishing them.  ❞
❝ I was wounded during a holdup… It kind of changed my perspective on things. ❞
❝ Grandpa says there are ghosts in the store… Is that true?  ❞
❝ Fuck… ❞
❝ Sometimes they make mistakes, ______. It happens…   ❞
❝ Grown-ups don’t make mistakes. Only little children do.  ❞
❝ What is that?  ❞
❝ Does he deserve his birthday present?  ❞
❝ I’m good, very good… What time will ______ be back?❞
❝ Do you want me to fix you a snack?  ❞
❝ Duh, open it stupid!  ❞
❝ _____, can I talk to you, in private?  ❞
❝ I already asked you not to drop by without calling, didn’t I?  ❞
❝ I don’t need your calls in the middle of the night. I’m better off without them.  ❞
❝  Look at yourself. You’re still carrying around so much of that anger.  ❞
❝ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you… Things could be so different between us.  ❞
❝ I wasn’t planning on staying.   ❞
❝ What are you looking at? ❞
❝ Come on, you’ve been looking at yourself for more than half an hour. You never used to be so vain.  ❞
❝ You can’t avoid them. They’re everywhere… ❞
❝ The mirrors… In the department store, at every street corner, in the windows of every fucking building in this city. I feel like I’m not the one looking into the mirrors, but rather they’re looking at me.  ❞
❝ You need a drink.  ❞
❝ Don’t you think you’re being a little bit paranoid?  ❞
❝ Mirrors are just glass and silver, ______….  ❞
❝ I’ve just been through the craziest day here… No kidding! Your ex-colleagues came to pay us a visit…  ❞
❝ Did they mention the cause of death?  ❞
❝ Damn… What is happening to me?  ❞
❝ Are you OK? What’s happening? What are you doing here?  ❞
❝ I need you to do me a favor…  ❞
❝ I need to find out how he died…  ❞
❝ You are no longer a cop, ______. This isn’t your business anymore.  ❞
❝ …Seven years of bad luck.  ❞
❝ You’re not even allowed to be here. I could get fired for this.  ❞
❝ What is happening to you? What is all this supposed to mean?  ❞
❝ Don’t you find it strange that this mirror doesn’t reflect an exact image of reality?  ❞
❝ Look at the piece of mirror in his hand. In the reflection of the mirror it’s covered in blood, and look- in reality, it’s clean. Not a drop of blood…  ❞
❝ What if the mirrors were showing us something different?  ❞
❝ What if the mirrors were reflecting something that goes beyond reality?  ❞ 
❝ OK… This is way over my head. I don’t have time for your barfly theories.   ❞
❝ You should go home and get some rest. This guy probably just killed himself because he couldn’t live with himself anymore. It happens to thousands of people, you know…   ❞
❝ Amy called me today, she’s worried about you. What’s happening, _____? ❞
❝ I need this job, I need the money. I’m not going to sleep on your couch for the  rest of my life!  ❞
❝ He would spend hours looking at himself… ❞
❝ To look at oneself too much is a sin. A terrible sin. Do you know sir, in the Garden of Eden in order to seduce Eve, Satan did not keep the appearance of a snake… Satan reproduced the young woman’s traits in such a way that Eve would only see and listen to the image of herself… As in a mirror. ❞
❝ I’m _____ …. _____? I’m right he– …❞
❝ There… In the mirror…  ❞
❝ I think maybe I’m losing my mind.  ❞
❝ Be careful… Love you. ❞
❝ Come take a look for yourself.  ❞
❝  He won’t stop here. I know him, he won’t stop until he finds who did this to her.  ❞ 
❝ What kind of friend are you? You are using him.  ❞
❝ You have to see someone _____. You cannot stay in this situation any longer. You need help, psychological support.  ❞
❝ I don’t want to put them in any danger.  ❞
❝ I’ve got things I need to deal with.  ❞
❝ Why did you do it? WHY? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO KILL HER?
❝ What is it you want? What do you want from me? ANSWER ME! WHAT IS IT YOU WANT?!  
❝ He doesn’t want me to talk about him.  ❞
❝ He lives in the mirror in our room.  ❞
❝ Did your father talk to you about the mirrors?   ❞
❝ You know, _______, when one starts to perceive one’s own reflection as a completely separate being, one is suddenly confronted with two entirely separate egos, two entirely separate worlds that can surface at any give moment-   ❞
❝ In order to… to destroy the mirrors. Only fire can destroy a mirror, isn’t that right, _______?  ❞
❝ What made you want to destroy those mirrors, Terrence?  ❞
❝ For what reason? Why would mirrors want to kill your family?  ❞
❝ I’m doing it to protect you.  ❞
❝ Do you mind telling me what the hell you’re doing?  ❞
❝ You have to trust me _______, I’m not completely crazy… These mirrors are dangerous. At first, I thought it was only the ones at the store, but now I know they can get you anywhere.  ❞
❝ What are you doing with that gun… Put it down, BEN… PUT IT DOWN RIGHT NOW!  ❞
❝ You’re still alive, aren’t you?  ❞
❝ There’s something in the house… Something in the mirrors.   ❞
❝ Anyplace is gonna have mirrors or windows… Anything you can see your self in is dangerous. ❞
❝ I’m sorry about everything I’ve put you through… I didn’t want to…  ❞
❝ You’re not a journalist, are you? What do you want?  ❞
❝ If you don’t help me I may lose the only thing that matters to me.  ❞
❝ Tell me why are the mirrors from the old hospital so determined to find you?  ❞
❝ You’re coming with me, now.  ❞
❝ Answer! God damn it… Answer the phone… ❞
❝ Something’s wrong over there, ______ is not answering.  ❞     

The Neighbors (4/?)

Summary: You’ve been in New York for about 3 years now moving here looking for a new experience. You grew up in a small town with you parents and siblings, so your new experience was city life. You began working at a hospital doing patient records and a moved into a cute little apartment in a mostly safe neighborhood in Brooklyn. After being at the hospital for a few months, you were presented with an amazing offer to switch from patient records to shadowing nurses, you just had to take a few classes outside of work while you worked with them. Since then, your life in New York has been great. But will it stay that way once you meet your new neighbors across the hall?

Warnings : swearing, bad flirting,

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, eventual Steve Rogers x Reader

                                     Part 4 : A Night Out with the Boys

       It’s been  a week since you hung out with the  guys but you see them at least once a day. Sometimes you end up sharing the elevator with them or passing them in the hall,  but mainly you have been texting them. Mostly Sam. You talk about everything, so you’re texting constantly. Steve and Bucky are still adjusting to texting and using their phones, but Buck will send you awful pickup lines, which you then respond with a laughing emoji. You and Steve text each other randomly, saying hello or asking how the others day is. It’s not a lot, but enough to keep a smile on your face.   You’ve decided to use all the sick days you’ve accumulated. You deserve it after working so many 15-16 hour shifts this last week. A week off, what do I even do?

  You finally reach your apartment. Walking out of the elevator, you’re so lost in your thoughts that you run right into someone. They catch you by wrapping their arm around your waist before you land on your ass. After you finally register what just happened, you lock eyes with your savior.

Thank God for Steve Rogers

. A sweet smile spreads across your face, and Steve’s expression mirrors yours. “Well hello, Captain,“ Your voice comes out smooth, and you wiggle your eyebrows at Steve. He lets out a laugh as sets you upright on your feet."Hey Y/n, you okay? You looked a little out of it when you walked into me.” You can hear the concern laced in his tone.

Is he always a gentleman? Buck should take a page from his book, this is real 40’s charm

The smile stays on your face, but now a blush accompanies it. “Yeah, I’m good Steve, just lost in my thoughts. Thank you for catching me!”

“I’ll always catch you.” You send him a ‘oh really now’ look. Before he tries to correct himself, a full blush painted across his cheeks. “Uh, I mean, I’ll always try to catch you when you fall.” He rubs at the back of his neck like he did the first time you met him. You feel the butterflies in your stomach fluttering up a storm at how Steve is acting.“Good to know,” You say quietly. You hear him chuckle.  “Alright, I’ll get out of your way. I’m sure you’re exhausted.” You laugh, saying goodbye and going to unlock your door. Before you turn the knob, you hear Steve cough behind you. You smile and turn back to him.“Yes, Steve?” you simply ask. He looks like he’s debating something, his eyebrows are pulled together.

Originally posted by captainevans

“Well I - we’re going out to the bar tonight around 7:30. I was wondering if you would want to come with us? If you’re too tired I und-"   

  "I’d love to!” You answer a bit too quickly. You don’t care though. Steve sends you another beautiful smile and says goodbye, again. When you walk in your apartment, you throw all your stuff on the floor, change into pajamas and throw yourself into bed. You pick up your phone, seeing it’s almost 1p.m, and set your alarm for 5:30.

That’s enough sleep right? I have to make sure I have enough time to get ready.

You find a comfortable position and fall into an easy sleep .


  Your alarm blaring wakes you up, making you jump up in bed. You let out a loud groan, pressing the snooze button. As you stretch and begin waking yourself up more, you start thinking about tonight. 

  What do I wear? Oh my God, I don’t think they can handle drunk me. Sam will never let me forget it if I do something embarrassing. Then again, I could get them really drunk too and hold whatever shit they do against them. Wait, can Steve & Bucky even get drunk? You’re pulled out of your thoughts by your text alerts going off. You scroll through, seeing you have a text from Sam and your best friend from home, Gloria.

 Birdboy: You better be ready for a wild night, no wimps allowed >:)

You laugh as you type your response,

Me: Calm your feathers, I’ll drink you right under the table Samuel. Can grandpa 1 & 2 even get drunk?

You hit send, and open Gloria’s text.

Glo: Did you see Nick’s snapchat story Y/n?

   Oh God, I don’t even want to look. Nick is your ex boyfriend from before you moved to New York. Your first love. He treated you like crap; he cheated on you numerous times, lied about it, and you stupidly believed him until you finally had enough. He backed off for a while after you broke up with him, but eventually he tried to reappear in your life.  He tried every way to get to you: texts, calls, snapchats. You name it, he did it. He even found your forwarding address when you moved. He sent you letters, acting like nothing changed between you too. It was borderline creepy, until one day it just stopped. You go to the snapchat app on your phone and open it. His name is the first one to appear, so you click his story. Your eyes nearly fly out of your head.

“No fucking way,” you whisper. Nick’s story was of him in New York.

Maybe it’s just a coincidence, he might not even be near Brooklyn.

You try to push the thoughts out of your mind as you text Gloria back.

Me: He’s probably not even near Brooklyn Glo, at least I hope.

     She replies that she hopes so too. She tosses threats out that make you laugh, easing your anxiety. You tell her you’re off for the next week, and she suggests flying back to your hometown.

I mean I could…

   You think about it for a moment but decide against it. You want alone time during the vacation, and maybe a little time with the guys. You finally get yourself out of bed and into the shower to start getting ready for tonight. You have about an hour and a half before you have to go.

          Time skip … 7:20 pm.

   You’re barely done getting ready by the time you have to leave. You put on some boots and call yourself done. You glance in the mirror to take in your appearance. Your hair is in loose waves, eyeliner is winged flawlessly, and your outfit looks perfect to you. You are wearing a striped black & white long sleeve dress that lands mid thigh and hugs your curves perfectly. You pair it with thigh high black boots and a black leather jacket to complete your outfit. 

You twirl yourself around in the mirror, checking every angle to make sure you look okay. You stare a little too long at the way the dress clings to the curve of your ass, wondering if you look like you’re trying too hard.

    Before you can even change your mind on your outfit, you hear obnoxious knocking on your door. You roll your eyes, knowing it’s the guys. You shuffle to the door, opening  it to see all three men looking hot as ever. All three had jeans on that fit their body perfectly. Sam is wearing a dark green shirt, Bucky is sporting a maroon Brooklyn t-shirt, and Steve is looking cute as a button in a blue flannel with the sleeves rolled up his forearms.Stop drooling, Y/nYou motion for them to scoot out of the way and notice all of their eyes are on you. You hear a chorus of whistles and curses. You lock your door then follow the boys into the elevator. Compliments are thrown around about how everyone looks. You managed to make all three men blush by telling them how good they look. You giggle when they tell you the same. As you exit your building, your excitement builds. This is going to be fun!

Originally posted by buckyneedsyourserumsteve


Time Skip to the Bar -

   The bar is packed. There’s people dancing, drinking, talking, and making out in booths.   As you make your way to the bar, Steve has to grab onto your hand so the guys don’t lose you in the mass of people. He interlaces his fingers with yours, making butterflies erupt in your stomach once again. He doesn’t let go right away when you get up to the bar, making the butterflies worse. You all order your drinks, the guys sticking to beer while you order a glass of whiskey. They all send you a surprised look, but you wave them off. Finding a booth takes some time, but you manage. The talk flows easily between you guys, just like the night at their apartment.

After a while, you decide it’s time for shots. You have to yell over the music so your friends can hear you.

  “I’m going to get shots! And then one of you is dancing with me!” you demand. You slink yourself through the hundreds of people between you and the bar. When you finally get there, you still have an almost clear view of the table. You order a round of tequila for your table,  as you’re waiting you feel a tap on your shoulder. You assume it’s one of your boys, but when you turn to face them you’re speechless.

Son of a bitch.

  "I thought that was you.“ Nick. You’ve gotta be shitting me right now. Out of all the damn bars in the freaking city…

"What are you doing here, Nick?” Your tone is flat, your anxiety is flaring, but you don’t want him to see.

He beams a bright smile at you, his dimples out on display.  "Vacation, thought I’d visit New York, see what the big deal is about the city.“

Where the fuck is the bartender?

You look around the bar for her but come up empty. You end up making eye contact with Steve & Sam. You look away and back at Nick."So who are you here with?” he asks.

What a nosey jackass.

“Actually I’m here with-”“Everything okay sweetheart, what’s taking so long?” Steve slides his arm around your waist, resting his hand on your waist and pulling you into him.

Steve? When did he even come over here?

 

Originally posted by evanslovely

 "I’m  just waiting on our shots,“ Your voice comes out more steady than you expect, surprising you.

Nick clears his throat obnoxiously loud, causing Steve to turn his focus to him.

"Hi, I’m Nick.” He sticks his hand out for Steve to shake. Steve takes it, shaking it firmly.

“Hello, I’m Steve Rogers. Y/n’s boyfriend.” You’ve never heard Steve’s voice sound this deep, almost dominate. Holy balls, this must be his Captain America voice. Your thoughts take a dirty turn, sending heat straight to your core. Stop it Y/n, not the time. Wait, did Steve just say he’s my boyfriend? What the hell is he up to?

 

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The world has had the better part of a week now, and through a bloated holiday weekend, to digest Jay-Z’s latest album, 4:44. With 10 songs spread over 36 minutes, the album wields brevity without sacrificing breadth. Its sound, crafted wholly by producer No I.D., is surprisingly cloudy and narcotic, while Shawn Carter’s lyrics are reflective and bent steadfastly toward honesty.

And while Jay may have missed out on a $23 million profit on property in Brooklyn’s Dumbo neighborhood, he can still afford to lay bare his feelings — about Beyoncé, Prince, his mom and a lot more.

Let’s Unpack Jay-Z’s ‘4:44’

Photo: Jeff Kravitz/Courtesy of RIAA

The Neighbors( 8/?)

Summary: You’ve been in New York for about 3 years now moving here looking for a new experience. You began working at a hospital doing patient records and a moved into a cute little apartment in a mostly safe neighborhood in Brooklyn. After being at the hospital for a few months, you were presented with an amazing offer to switch from patient records to shadowing nurses, you just had to take a few classes outside of work while you worked with them. Since then, your life in New York has been great. But will it stay that way once you meet your new neighbors across the hall?

Warnings : swearing,  flirting, a little angst & fluff , SMUT FINALLY.

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, eventual Steve Rogers x Reader


                                       Chapter 8 : The Invitation

       You walk back into your kitchen, immediately going to the freezer for an ice pack for your hand.Damn, they never say how much punching someone hurts.Why on Earth do people do this shit for fun? You hold the pack to your hand as you begin making margaritas. You zone out into your own little world, thinking about how good it felt to finally shut Nick up. Huh, I wonder if he’s still in the hallway. You finally shake yourself back into the real world, and are welcomed by your friends proud smiles across all their faces. You send them and awkward smile.

“So…who else is having a 10 a.m  margarita?” Gloria comes up to you, forcing you into a tight hug. You squeeze her back.

“I didn’t know you had that in you! Thank you for standing up for me.”

You kiss her cheek. “I will stand up for you  always, my love.” You give her hand a squeeze and turn back to the blender, dropping half a bottle of tequila in with some ice.

“Plan on getting bombed this early, Doll?” Steve asks as he comes up behind you. He wraps his arms around you, placing his face in the crook of your neck. You lean yourself back into him.

“I think I deserve it.” He chuckles, putting his mouth close to your ear.

“That might be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen you do.” He nips your ear, sending chills down your spine and causing heat to pool in your body. You twist yourself around, pulling Steve’s face to yours, and give him a lingering kiss.

Originally posted by couplenotes

“Don’t start something you’re not going to finish, Captain. It’s rude.” You wink and turn back to the margaritas. Steve lands a swift smack to your butt, causing you to squeak. You can hear your friends laugh at the what they just witnessed. Just as you’re pouring the drink into cups for everyone, you hear Gloria’s voice.

“Wait, you’re telling me they haven’t had sex yet?!” Oh god. I’m going to kill them. Bucky and Sam let out roars of laughter, while you hear what you assume to be Steve Smacking the backs of their heads. You move to carry the drinks to them but Gloria stomps up to you.

“Is there a reason you haven’t slept with Steve yet? Or are you just out of your damn mind?” Your eyes go wide and you begin to stutter. She rolls her eyes, sending a ‘we will talk about your stupidity later’ look your way. You let out a puff of air. Thank God I don’t have to endure that lecture right now.

After two rounds of margaritas, you remember you still need to talk to Steve. So when he volunteers to help you carry the empty glasses back into the kitchen, you jump at the chance.

        When you’re both out of earshot, you finally speak “Hey Steve, I just want to apologize for the night of the gala.” He goes to stop you but you raise your hand. He takes the hint and lets you continue. “Nick said some things and I let them get to me. I treated you like you did something wrong when you didn’t. I let him get into my head and make me second guess everything. I’m sorry I snapped at you that night, and I let those elevator doors shut in your face.” You’re leaning against the counter now, he’s doing the same across from you.

“What did he say to you that did that Y/n?” I can’t lose him, I have to tell him the truth.

You sigh and begin telling him everything Nick said: about how he is going to realize you don’t belong in his world; how you’re not good for anything besides sex; everything that’s been replaying on your mind, you spill to Steve. You try to hold back the tears, but you can’t. As soon as the first one falls, Steve’s in front of you wiping it away. He pulls you to him, resting his head on top of yours while you cry into his chest.

Originally posted by b-agatela

“He’s wrong Y/n, you belong here with me. I don’t want you to be anywhere else. You’re worth more than sex, and anyone that thinks other wise is a fool. He couldn’t be more wrong. He just wanted ruin what you have going. Please don’t let him. Don’t let him ruin this for us,” he whispers the last part. You look up at Steve, he wipes away another set of tears.

 “I’m not leaving until you ask me to Steve. You’re stuck with me.” He chuckles, and pulls your lips to his. You don’t know if he meant it to be a quick kiss, but you turn it into a long, sweet one. Only to be interrupted by Gloria’s voice making its way to the kitchen.

  “Y/n, can you come here for a second?” She asks. Oh God, what did they break. You hesitantly pull Steve with you to the TV room. Gloria pulls an envelope from her bag and hands it to you.

“Oh God, this isn’t a piece of paper saying you have 6 months to live, is it?” You ask. She rolls her eyes but doesn’t answer. The boys are all looking at you, making you more nervous. You open the envelope expecting something bad, but what you get couldn’t be anymore perfect. You pull out beautiful card: a wedding invitation. For Gloria and Alexa.

“OH MY GOD,” you yell, sending a wide eyed look to Gloria. “When-” She cuts you off.

“I’ll tell you everything in a minute, flip it over”

You do as she says. Your eyes water as you read, “Maid of Honor is a title meant for someone that knows you better than anyone else in the world. Someone you love with every piece of heart. Will you accept this request, and accept that I love with every part of me?” Tears are raining down your face. So much information so fast.

 “Do you think I’d say no!?” You yell as you pull her to you. You love Gloria and you love her girlfriend (now fiancee ) Alexa. She tells you everything about how she proposed and Alexa’s reaction. It sounded so perfect; you love weddings and honestly can’t wait for your own. You’re surprised she asked you to be a Maid of Honor when she has 3 sisters, but you aren’t going to question it. It means too much to you.

Originally posted by alwaayys-blog

  Gloria stays for the rest of the week, leaving two days before you return to your night shifts. You promise to help her with as many wedding decisions as you can even though you’ll be far away. You have two months until you have to fly home to help her set up for the wedding; two months to prepare for having the boys meet your family, since Gloria invited them to come with.


    It’s been two weeks since Gloria left and she sends you pictures everyday of potential bridesmaid dresses. Not all of them are horrible, just 70% of them. She finally decides on one that isn’t terrible. She refuses to show anyone her or Alex’s dresses, wanting it to be a surprise. You help her pick out flowers over facetime, and do anything else possible using that to help ease her load for decisions. Today, you help her pick out name plates for the guests, and a playlist for the reception. Those are the last things she needed. You guys really got a lot done, and the rest is up to her and Alex. As you’re about to start getting ready for work, Steve walks into your room. He stops in your doorway, a deep blush blossoms across his cheeks as he looks at you. You’re only in a bra and panties, and you raise your eyebrow at him.

“I – I should knock next time, right?” He asks awkwardly. You laugh, and slowly stroll up to him.

  “Why would you need to do that, Steve? I don’t mind.” You run your hands up his chest until they land around his neck, playing with the back of his hair. He leans down, wrapping his arms under your butt and lifts you. Your nose brushes against his as you tilt your head and connect your lips. As soon as your lips touch his, you can feel fireworks sparking through you. I will never get sick of this feeling.

Steve lays you down on your bed, placing your legs on either side of his waist. Is this it? Is he finally going to fucking do something? As if Steve’s reading your mind, he leans down and connects his lips to yours, while rolling his hips against you. You gasp into the kiss, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. It turns heated quickly, your tongues moving against each other’s as he rolls his hips harder against you. You can feel yourself getting wet at the feeling of his erection pushing against you.

Originally posted by cuddle-porn

Steve moves away from you, a pout forming on your lips from the loss of contact. He leans forward, taking your lip between teeth. Hot damn, Rogers. A whimper slips from you as Steve stands up to remove his clothes. You just watch him as he does, taking in every muscle and line on his body. When he finally slips his boxers down his legs, your mouth goes dry. How is that going to fit? Yikes. He senses your worry.

“Tell me to stop if I hurt you,” He says sweetly. You roll your eyes.

“Steve just touch me, please,” You whine. He smirks, then moves down your body. He removes your remaining clothes, and just stares down at you.

“You are absolutely gorgeous, Doll.” You smile up at him as he leans down for a kiss. He guides his hand down to the apex of your thighs, ghosting over your slit. You move your hips, trying to get him to touch you.

“Be patient, Sweetheart,” he whispers. He moves his lips down your neck, and pauses right as he is about hit your chest. The anticipation is killing you, but he doesn’t speed up. He slowly takes one of your nipples into his mouth, keeping eye contact with you as he swirls his tongue around it. You arch yourself closer to him, moaning at the feeling of him sucking at your chest. His hand finally makes contact with your clit, rubbing slow but hard circles into. You moan at friction he’s giving you, but crave more.

“Steve, please. I need-” You’re cut off when Steve slides a finger into your wet heat. A loud, obscene moan escaping you.

“You need what, Doll? I’m listening.” That smug bastard.

He inserts another finger and starts thrusting faster, switching to your other nipple and giving it the same attention. His name leaving your mouth in moans as he drives you to the edge. You can feel yourself about to tip over when he removes his mouth from your breast, and places it over your clit. A high pitched whimper shoots from your mouth as Steve sucks on your clit while fucking you harder with his fingers.You move your hands to his hair, holding him against you while he sucks and licks at your core. In mere seconds, you’re toppling over into an intense orgasm. When Steve pulls away from you, you see the evidence from you finish coating his lips and chin.

“You taste so sweet Y/n, I’ll never get sick of it”.

He quickly reaches into his pants on the floor and grabs his wallet. He pulls out a condom and quickly tears the wrapper before sliding it on. You pull him down to you into a heated and desperate kiss. You flip yourself so you’re straddling his hips, his rock hard cock nudging at your sensitive folds. You moan at the feeling and begin sliding his dick between your soaked folds. A strangled moan leave his lips at you teasing.

  You send a smirk his way. “Patience, darling.” A low growl leaves his lips. He grips your waist, lifting you to slide you onto his length. You slide down slowly, feeling yourself stretch from his size. The mild discomfort subsides quickly, turning right into hot pleasure. You start slowly rocking yourself on him, lifting whimpers from both of you. You finally break, and start riding him fast & hard. He moves his hands to right under your breasts. You watch him as he watches them bounce from your movements. His hands slide back to your waist, and hold you to him. He starts thrusting up into you, hitting the perfect spot inside you.

 He flips you both, catching himself on his elbows on either side of your head.

Originally posted by lovershub

“Steve, harder please!” you beg and he complies, pounding into you as he sucks at your neck. The only sounds that can be heard are your moans, his praises, your headboard smacking into the wall, and his skin against yours.

“Is this what you want sweetheart? What you were so impatient for?” He pushes himself up onto his knees, and holds your waist for more leverage. This position has him ramming right into your g-spot repeatedly, and your back arches at the contact.

“I’m close Steve,” you whimper. He speeds up his thrusts even more, and begins circling your clit. All you can do is moan. You feel the elastic band inside you about to snap, you just need a little more.

 “Harder, Captain.” That does it. Steve moves himself at an unbelievably faster pace, causing both of you fall into your orgasms. You feel the band break, and Steve finishes off inside you. Your breathing is harsh and both your bodies are covered in sweat. Steve rolls off to the side of you, both of you wearing blissful smiles.

 "So, you have a Captain kink?” You ask as you try to catch your breath. Steve chuckles, and you can tell he’s going to deny it. “Don’t even deny it Steve, it’s hot,” you say casually. You look over to him, he’s just shaking his head and laughing.

“You’re really something else, Doll.” You wink at him in response, then sit up quickly. You turn and look at your wall behind your headboard. You burst out laughing, resulting in Steve getting up to look.

“Holy shit,” he mumbles under his breath. Your wall is dented from the force of your headboard, the paint cracking around it.

“Well, Captain Rogers, I’ll take that a sign we did it right.” He rolls his eyes and pulls you down to him. You snuggle into him, ready to fall asleep, when you hear your front door open. Bucky and Sam appear in your doorway, and you pull the blanket around just barely in time.

Originally posted by mozarlin

“Dude, next time warn us. Jesus, I could hear you both through my headphones!” Bucky barks.

Sam just send you a sly wink, then pushes Bucky back towards the exit. “I want a kid named after me!” he yells over his shoulder. You groan, going to lay back down before Steve stops you.

“Doll, don’t you have work in,” He looks at your clock, “25 minutes?” Your eyes widen and you shoot out of bed.

“Great timing Steve, I don’t even have time to shower!” He laughs as he watches you fly around your room, looking for your scrubs. You give him a quick kiss, then bolt out your door.


  It’s been a week since you’ve been back at work and you already want to sleep for eternity again. Steve’s been gone on a mission with Bucky for a couple days, and you haven’t been able to sleep well without him there. Sam stayed behind , helping ease your anxiety. You end up cuddling up to him when you get home from work hoping your body will think it’s Steve and lets you sleep, but it doesn’t work that well. The soldiers come back on day 3, but not exactly how you want.

You’re standing at the nurse’s station, organizing files since it was a slow night. The entry doors fling open, revealing your two extremely beaten up soldiers on the other side.

Originally posted by queennymeria

“ Oh my God.” You sprint to them, helping Steve hold Bucky up. “What the hell happened?” You ask as you guide Bucky onto a gurney.

“This was closer than the tower, and I don’t think he can wait. He’s losing a lot of blood.”

 You look to Bucky, evaluating his injuries. “Karen, page Dr. Johnson, NOW,” You yell. You grab gauze and place it down onto Bucky’s cuts. He has shards of glass along his flesh arm that have tore through his uniform. And a deep gash on his thigh that’s leaking blood into a puddle on the gurney. You wheel him into a room, waiting on the doctor.

Two other nurses come in, you direct them to put pressure on all open areas and to avoid the glass. The Doctor rushes in, taking in the scene before him. He comes up next to Bucky, looking him over before going to leave the room.

“There’s nothing I can do for that man,” He spits out. Your mouth drops open, and you run after him.

“What the fuck do you mean there’s nothing you can do? You’re a fucking Doctor. He’s bleeding all over the place, with glass sticking out of his body for God’s sakes. What is your problem!?” You shout.

He turns to you sharply, stepping directly in front of you.

“I will not attempt to save the Winter Soldier. I’m doing the world a favor. He’s a murderer.” A growl rips out of your throat, you grab the doctor by the lapels of his white lab coat and slam him into the wall. His eyes go wide.

Originally posted by dailymeredithgrey

“That man is not the enemy. He is my family. If you don’t get your ass in there and help him, you will be sorry. And that’s a fucking promise,” you growl at him. You feel an arm around your waist, and then you’re being hauled off the Doctor.

“I stand by my prior statement, Nurse. You are on your own, and there will be consequences for your actions.” You growl again and Steve’s grip tightens on you. The doctor walks away, and you break away from Steve and rush back into the room.

“You two,” you point to the two nurses in the room, “go get an IV Stand, forceps, stitch kit and cleaning kit. NOW,” you yell. The nurses scramble out of the room, returning no more than a minute later with the supplies.

“If you don’t want to get in trouble by superiors, I suggest you leave now,” You state. They all leave the room without a glance back. You look down to your broken friend, then to your distressed boyfriend, then at the medical supplies in your hands.

Alright, let’s do this.

Originally posted by emiliaclarq

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Imagine that one of them is an alien xenobiologist who falls in love with a human he is just supposed to be observing.

A/N: Tagged for violence. And pining. Also, looooong. Thanks to the OP for a truly great prompt.



The Terran’s smile was sunny. As warm and as golden as the G-type main sequence star his small blue world orbited. Phi'l found it impossible to control the tendency of his lips to quirk up in response. He’d stopped trying weeks ago.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, Phil,” the Terran said, strong fingers tracing the rim of his coffee mug, “but you’re kinda weird.”

Around them the hum and flow of conversation in the busy coffee shop was a soothing, pleasant drone punctuated by the fierce hiss of the big copper coffee machine behind the bar and the clank of cutlery against porcelain. Outside, the weather, still uncontrolled and unpredictable on this less advanced world, spat sleet into crowded streets. The humidity on Terra was higher than Phi'l was accustomed to, the gravity lighter and the temperature was too warm even in late autumn. But here inside the coffee shop the impossibly rich smell of butter and vanilla, of sugar and coffee and the sweet aroma of steamed milk, of woollen coats drying on pegs by the antique oak door, of the dizzying array of scent from Terran skin, all combined into an intoxicating haze that made him forget everything but the fascinating sapient sitting across from him at the small table.

“Am I?” Phi'l hid a twinge of unease behind a sip of coffee. He’d been very careful. But Terra was a new contact, sparsely studied. Central didn’t know much about the intricacies of the various cultures of Earth. He’d been thorough in his research—of course, he was thorough in everything he did—but there was always the risk of error.

“Yeah, you are,” the Terran's—Clint Barton's—eyes were bright with mischief. Phi'l relaxed a fraction, realizing it was unlikely he was in danger of being exposed. That he was only being teased. Flirting had been a difficult concept at first but it was fast becoming one of his favorite things. Especially when it was directed at him from this Terran man. He struggled to focus on the wordplay, to stop getting lost in the blue-green of the Terran’s eyes.

He pried his gaze away, focused on the contents of his cup. “How so?”

“Well, a fancy guy like you, coming in here week after week, to have coffee with a guy like me.”  

“Like you? I don’t understand.”

“Well, I mean, lookit you. All—” Clint Barton made a vague circling wave in his direction. Phi'l frowned, baffled for a micron.

“Ah. You mean my attire.” Phi'l looked down ruefully at the perfectly tailored dark suit, the subtly silken waistcoat, the fine dark tie. This level of formality had been one of those errors he could have avoided if he had been more experienced with the culture. Here, in this Bedford-Stuyvesant neighborhood of Brooklyn, New York City, New York, United States of America, Terra, he stuck out like a bin!‘ti in a yarm'ot patch. Initially he’d chosen the attire because it felt familiar, comfortable, like the SHIELD Consortium uniform he’d spent his whole career in. He wasn’t sure he knew how to dress ‘casually’ anymore. Either here or on his own home-world.

Phi'l’s expression must have slipped into something Clint Barton found disconcerting. “Hey, no, I didn’t mean it like that. It's…I like it. You look, uh, y'know. Nice. Good.”

The warm glow Phi'l felt in his chest at the Terran’s words was also unfamiliar. He glanced away, hoping the man didn’t recognize how pleased he was at the compliment. He wasn’t sure his reaction was proportional. Or…appropriate.

“You, also…look good,” he said tentatively, hoping it was the correct thing to say. He looked up. This Terran’s emotions were always so close to the surface, his expression so honest, so unguarded. Clint Barton seemed unconvinced but there was a trace of high color on his cheeks as he looked back openly. Phi'l could smell the heat in his face, the blood rising up, so close to the surface of his skin. Warm, alluring.

“Aw,” he said, “not really. Everyone says I look like ten miles of bad road.” Clint Barton self-consciously picked at the edge of one of the plasters that criss-crossed his forearms.

Ten miles of…what? What did that have to do with—? But the Terran’s pained expression was easy enough to read.

“You don’t,” Phi'l said, with maybe just a little too much force. Clint Barton looked up, startled. “…look like…road. You're— ”

Phi'l paused, off-balance, feeling his way. His last scholarly paper on intertribal diplomacy among the VosTo'kk of Altair Six had won two Imperiale Awards. His efficiency and ability to communicate within the Consortium was, although it wasn’t a word he would have chosen, legendary. He routinely declined speaking engagements that would have funded his retirement twice over, had he been interested in retiring. Why was being honest with this Terran so difficult? He took a breath and went at it from another direction.

“Clint Barton, the first time I saw you, you were actually rescuing a kitten from a tree.”

Clint Barton laughed. “Well, you helped—”

“The second time I met you, you had just given a homeless man all of your currency.”

“That’s why you had to buy me coffee. Maybe that was part of my evil plan.”

“—and your coat. And scarf. And it was 0.5C.”

Clint Barton shrugged, looked down at the tabletop. “I could get another coat easier than that guy.”

“Then there was the time that I happened to observe you jumping out of the third floor window of the Alcot building to apprehend a man who had just stolen a student’s backpack, fracturing your foot.”

“And you rode with me to the clinic. You didn’t hafta do that.”

Phi'l paused helplessly, trying to summon the strength to speak clearly. He sat back in his chair. “You’re impossible,” he finally said.

Clint Barton huffed out a breath. “Believe it or not,” he said, “it’s not the first time someone told me I’m a pain in the ass.”

“No, that’s not what I meant. I mean, where I come from, you’re impossible.”

Clint Barton looked up.

Phi'l stumbled on. “You simply…couldn’t exist. You could only have come from here. I’ve never met anyone like you in all of the wor—, all of the places I’ve been. You are a unique construct of this place, this time. And it is so improbable that I would have met you just by random chance that it takes my breath away. I didn’t know that someone like you could exist.”

Phi'l didn’t add that the desire to take his Terran man into his care, to treasure him, to protect him, had been growing over the weeks since their first encounter and was, by now, almost overwhelming.

“I sometimes feel I’ve been waiting my whole life to have met you,” Phi'l finished softly, just now realizing the truth of it.

He realized he had erred, had overstepped convention with his honesty, when he looked up and saw the Terran’s shocked expression.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I didn’t mean to—I’m sorry if that was too—”

“No, no!” Clint Barton’s voice was pained, urgent. “I,” he said, “you—” Then he seemed to give up all at once and grabbed Phi'l’s hand.

Phi'l gasped. The Terran’s basal metabolic rate was much higher than the people of his own world. The shocking warmth of his grasp hit Phi'l’s nervous system like the injection of a powerful drug, like a wave of plasma that swept though him, warming every part of him, igniting parts of his body he’d forgotten he even had through long years of nothing but the cold adherence to duty and the vast black emptiness of space.

He struggled, trying to keep his breath under control. Fought the sudden impulse to reach out and take more of him, keep more of this, hold him close, claim him.

“Phil,” Clint Barton said, “that’s actually the nicest thing anyone’s ever said about me.” The Terran’s expression was wondering, disbelieving. As earnest and open as a youngling’s.

Phi'l fought to focus beyond the salient fact of the man’s hand on his skin. “It’s true,” he said. “And it is only right that you should know it is true.”

A silence fell. And in that moment, in all of the galaxy, Phi'l was aware of only two things—the buzz and hum of energy of the Terran’s hand against his own and the deep amazing colour of his eyes. Then Clint Barton seemed to realize what he was doing and withdrew. He raised his hand to the back of his neck, rubbed at the short hairs of his nape with a grimace.

“Uh, Phil—would you like to get dinner with me?”

Phi'l blinked, trying to regain his composure. “Dinner? We have just eaten breakfast.”

Clint Barton’s expression showed him that he was missing something.

“No, I mean dinner dinner.”

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“How ‘bout you let me explain it to you tomorrow night, huh? What do you say, 8pm, Anthony’s down the street, meet you there?”

“I—”

The hard buzz of the communicator in Phi'l’s breast pocket startled him. If the ship was contacting him in what was nominally supposed to be immersive field work it was deadly serious.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I must take this.” He retrieved the communicator, disguised to look like a Terran phone, out without meeting Clint Barton’s eyes. “Yes?” he snapped in full command voice, only realising he’d forgotten his mild-mannered alias as an insurance adjustor when Clint Barton flinched across the table.

May’s tone was clipped, efficient. “Regrets for the interruption, Commander. We’ve just detected a HYDRA ship in orbit, we need you back up here.”

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The Neighbors (9/?)

Summary: You’ve been in New York for about 3 years now moving here looking for a new experience. You began working at a hospital doing patient records and a moved into a cute little apartment in a mostly safe neighborhood in Brooklyn. After being at the hospital for a few months, you were presented with an amazing offer to switch from patient records to shadowing nurses, you just had to take a few classes outside of work while you worked with them. Since then, your life in New York has been great. But will it stay that way once you meet your new neighbors across the hall?

Warnings : swearing,  flirting, a little angst & fluff , semi smut

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader


Chapter 9: How to (attempt to) Save a Life

“Y/n- do you know-”

“Steve, either shut up or go in the hall,” you bark at him. He stays silent, watching as you start on Bucky.

You start cleaning the large gash on his thigh. He yelps out at the sting, so Steve steps up to distract him. He starts rattling off memories of them from the 40’s and it seems to work. You numb around the area and begin stitching his thigh, being as gentle as possible. It takes you about 15 minutes to get it closed, then you tape a bandage over it.

“This will have to do until you can get him to the towers infirmary Steve. Call Tony now and have him send transportation over.” He does as you say, leaving the room to make the call. You start assessing the damage the glass caused. There’s a range of small and large shards decorating his arm. You sigh, then start slowly pulling the pieces out with the forceps.

“You know Doll, you’re even hotter when you’re at work.” Bucky’s voice startles you, but you laugh.

“Barnes, you’re not hitting on your best friend’s girl, are you?” You ask as you keep extracting glass from him. You hear him suck in a sharp breath, then release it shakily.

“I’m hitting on the nurse that is saving me, instead of her douche canoe Boss.” You snort. You feel bad that he must of heard what was said in the hall.

“I’ll always save you Buck, don’t ever doubt it.” He winces again as you pull out one of the larger pieces, blood starts trickling out of the wound. You press gauze over  it.

“You’re probably going to have some scars, Buck. But chicks dig scars,” you say, trying to pull his mind away from the pain.

“Trust me doll, I know.” He winks at you, pulling a giggle from you. As you pull out your fifth piece of glass, Steve re-enters the room. You replace the blood soaked gauze with a fresh one and begin going after some of the smaller pieces.

“Alright, Stark said 15 minutes. You think he’ll hold over until then, Doll?” Steve asks as he pulls a chair next to the bed.

You nod, keeping your focus on the stubborn piece you picking at. Steve starts up with the memories again, getting Bucky to join in. You wish you could listen to their stories, but you can’t risk losing concentration on his arm.

When Bucky’s ride shows up, there’s only four small shards, and two large left. You managed to get the other 80% out, littering his arm in stitches and gauze covers. As they wheel him out of the room, you follow behind Steve.

“Are you coming with?” Steve asks.

“I’ll meet you there, I have to take care of something first.” Oh I’ll meet you there honey, after I destroy my dickhead boss. You send him a grin, but he sees right through it.

“Y/n, don’t do anything stupid. Do I need to stay?” You see the lines appear in his forehead, adding to his disapproving expression. You roll your eyes.

“No, Dad. I can take care of this myself. Just make sure Bucky gets there okay? I’ll see you soon.” You peck his cheek, then send him out the door. You watch as they load your soldiers into the back of the ambulance Stark sent. As soon as they were out of sight, you storm to the nurses station, paging Dr. Johnson. All the nurses have nervous or terrified looks spread over their faces. It’s not their faults. Just his.

“Listen guys, none of you are at fault here. This wasn’t an easy situation, but I don’t blame you for wanting to obey orders. Just know, I enjoyed working with all of you.” You send them a sweet smile, but as the Doctor approaches it turns into a full scowl. You march yourself up to him.

“Who the hell do you think you are? What makes you think you get to play God? Deciding who gets to live or who you watch die?” You yell.

“He is a mur-”

Originally posted by lifeisabutterflynonetitscaptor

“No, he is not a murderer, you asshole. He was forced, he was a slave to people that made him do those horrible things. How dare you take his life into your own hands and throw it away. He fought for this damn country, he fights to save the world now! How do you think he received all those injuries, Doctor? Because it wasn’t from running through a field of fucking Daisies, it was from stopping the people that want to ruin this damn world.” You feel all eyes on you, nurses, hell maybe even some patients. Johnson stays silent but holds his glare on you.

“You are a sorry excuse for a doctor, and an even sorrier excuse for a human. I refuse to work with someone as indecent as you. I quit. And your superiors will be hearing about this, so please, kindly go fuck yourself Dr. Johnson.” You turn away, waving goodbye to the nurses as you leave. Well, this is going to bite me in the ass later. But fuck it.


Time Skip, the next day

  You spent most of the night at the tower by Bucky’s side with Steve. The doctor, Helen, told you that you did a pretty good job on him from what she could tell. She was totally on board with helping get Johnson’s license revoked, but Tony beat you both to it. As soon as the boys arrived at the tower, Steve informed him what happened and Tony had already made the phone call. Thank God for Tony Stark.

    You finally step off the elevator with the boys following. Thanks to the serum, Bucky was healing quite a bit faster than a normal person, but he still wasn’t close to being 100%. He gives you a thank you kiss on the cheek, then makes his way to their apartment.  You and Steve stand in front of your door, just looking at each other.

“You going to tell me what happened when I left the hospital?” he asks.

“I just had a few choice words with the Doctor, then quit. No biggie.” You shrug him off, opening the door to your home.

“Yeah, I heard.” You whip around to face him.

“What do you mean you heard?”

“When Tony made his phone calls he was informed you quit. Which is why he spoke to Helen and arranged for you to work at the tower in the infirmary.” I’m sorry, what ?  

Your mouth is hanging out, eyes wide. “Did you - did you just say I’m working at the tower?” you stutter out, still in shock.

He chuckles, moving closer to you, winding his arms around your waist.

“Well, you can’t be jobless, sweetheart. Tony appears to have a soft spot for you.”  Well, I’ll be damned. I’ll have to call Tony later.  

You leap up, hugging Steve tightly. He laughs, holding you to him.

“Steve this is great! But are you sure you’re-”

“Yes, I’m  okay with this Y/n. It’ll be the best of both worlds. I really can’t seem to get enough of you, Doll.” His voice is deeper, sending a wave of chills through you.

“Oh really, Captain?” You purr, trailing your hands over his chest. He tilts your face up to his, then leans down pressing his warm, soft lips to yours. You move your hands, running them through his hair, pulling him right against you. You bite as his bottom lip, as he parts his lips to groan you slip your tongue passed his lips.

You tangle your tongue with his, as he starts leading you backwards. The back of your knees hit something, and you find yourself on your couch.

“I thought you were leading me to the bedroom, Rogers. A little impatient much?” You tease as he moves to hover over you. You’re caged under his body, head between his arms.

“I have to keep you on your toes, sweetheart.” He dives right back into it, slotting his lips against yours in a fierce kiss. You feel his hips beginning to move against yours, making you even more wet for him. You break the kiss for air, but Steve goes right for your neck, biting hard enough that you’re positive you’ll have marks. He soothes them over with his tongue, beginning to create hickeys as he sucks. He finally lets off your neck, instead ripping your shirt clean off your body.

“Steve! That was my favorite scrub top!” you gasp. He ignores you, slipping his hands behind you to unclasp your bra. He pulls it down your arms, then flings it behind him. Right as he goes to take your hard nipple into his mouth, you hear someone clear their throat.

 Steve immediately throws his body over yours, covering your chest but also smashing you under his weight.

You wiggle your head, and as soon as you see your guest, you both burst into laughter.  Sam is standing in your doorway with your bra in his hands.

“Barnes is driving me insane. I just wanted to come here and hide out. But instead I’m welcomed with a bra to the face. You two are animals, lock the damn door!” He stomps away, and you hear their apartment door open and slam shut.

Originally posted by aprilkeepner

 "Did Sam just take my bra…?“

Steve leans his head down against your chest, releasing a long sigh. "Yeah, I think he did.”  A giggle bubbles through you. You pull Steve’s face back to yours, giving him a quick kiss.

“Well, Captain, where were we?” You whisper.

He immediately pulls your nipple into his mouth, gently biting it. A gasp falls from you as he does the same to the other one. He kisses down your stomach to the top of your pants. From there, he sends you a mischievous grin.

“Steven Grant Rogers, don’t even thin-”

As if you didn’t even speak, Steve rips your pants, pulling the scraps off you. Damn it Steve. He pushes your legs apart, placing kisses against your covered center. You back arches as the contact, he slowly slides your panties off, again flinging them behind him. Except this time, you open your eyes and feel them go wide, as you watch your underwear bounce off Bucky’s face.

“OH MY GOD, DOES ANYONE KNOCK?” What are the fucking chances. Steve’s body is over yours within seconds, again. Bucky just leans in your doorway, dirty smirk playing on his lips while your soaked underwear is in his hands.

“I’m pretty sure I heard Sam tell you to lock the door…”

“Barnes, drop my underwear or so help me God, I will cockblock you for the rest of your life.” You threaten.

He drops your underwear but not the smirk. He sends you a wink, while Steve glares at him.

Originally posted by itsvarza

“Is there a reason you’re here Buck, or just coming to watch?” You ask angrily.

“Is that an option?” He shoots back. Steve just shakes his head, probably regretting his choice in friends right about now. You roll your eyes, not bothering to respond. “Doll, my bandages on my thigh are bleeding through. I was wondering if you could help me. Sam’s being a pansy.”

“I am not!” You hear Sam shout.

“Of course Buck, just…give me a minute to not be naked, okay?”

He nods, then leaves you and Steve. As the door shuts, Steve moves off you to sit on the floor. You stand up, going to your room and throwing on some boyshort underwear and your go-to sleep t-shirt, then grab Steve’s hand and haul him across the hall with you.


Time skip - 1 day before leaving for home with the boys.

As you sit in front of Wanda bandaging a few scrapes up from her recent mission, you tell her about Gloria’s wedding.

“So when do you leave for your hometown, Y/n?” She questions. You place the last bandage on, then pick up all the used gauze for disposal.

“Tomorrow actually!” you excitedly answer. She smiles brightly at you.

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“You better take pictures! I wanna see you and the boys dressed up! Oh, and the wedding dress!”

“Don’t worry! I’ll take plenty of pictures. I can’t wait for the next time Gloria’s out here, you and Nat would get along well with her!”  

She thanks you then heads out. When she leaves, you think about how your life has changed since starting to work at the tower with Helen. It’s been so unbelievably amazing. You’ve gotten closer with the other Avengers besides your boys. You’ve especially  been around Wanda and Nat a lot. So far you’ve went shopping three times with them and had a few movies nights. You love everything about this job, including getting to be near Steve while he’s at work. You get to see him in his Captain America uniform, and man, does that drive you crazy. You can’t even count how many times you’ve begged him to wear it home for you, but Captain Buzzkill refuses every time.

As you get ready to leave for home, Steve finds his way to you. When you see him walk in, you can’t help but smile.

“You ready for tomorrow, Steve?” You ask as you place the last of the files away.

“I can’t wait to finally meet your family. Bucky and Sam are thrilled too.”

“Of course they are, they’re going to be supplied with endless amounts of blackmail on me.”

  All he does is laugh and reaches for your hand to pull you to him. He leans in for a kiss, carding his fingers through your hair. You let out a moan against his lips at the feeling of his fingers slightly tugging. The kiss turns desperate and hot, and Steve picks you up and places you on counter behind  you.

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You lock your legs around his waist and fist his shirt as you deepen the kiss. His fingers are digging into your hips, causing your to grind yourself against his crotch. You feel the familiar heat spread through you, driving you crazy. You slip your hands under his shirt, and he lets you lift it off his body. He copies the action, dropping your top on to the floor with his. He moves himself lower on your body, pulling the cup of your bra down to suck on your nipple. Your knuckle are turning white from how hard your holding onto the edge of the counter.

“Steve please.” You whine and you start to squirm. He slips his hand under the top of your pants and under the line of your panties. He rubs his fingers over your wet slit, teasing you further.

“Please what, sweetheart?” he whispers in your ear. Your back is painfully arching towards him as he plays with your clit between his fingers.

“Please, finger me, Captain.” He moans, finally pushing two fingers into your dripping entrance. He starts at a slow pace but soon starts thrusting his fingers at an animalistic pace. You try holding in the noises that are falling out of your mouth; after all, you’re still at work.

The way Steve’s had is angled against, his palm is brushing against your clit as his fingers slam into you.

“ I’m going to-”

“Do it doll, finish all over my hand.” His words throw your over, sending you spiraling through your orgasm. You slump against Steve and watch as he pulls his fingers out of you, slowly licking them clean of your orgasm. You groan at the sight. Everything that man does turns me on, that can’t be healthy. You pull him to you in a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. You only pull away from him when the speakers sound.

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“Sanitize that counter Immediately, Rogers. And stop acting like horny teenagers, you have your own freaking room here idiot.” Tony’s voice blares over the intercom. Your cheeks turn dark red at being caught. You burry your face in your hands, causing Steve to chuckle. You hop off the counter, retrieving your shirts. Well, better to be caught here than when we stay at my parents house.  


Time Skip - Getting off the Plane

All four of you are making your way to the lobby of the airport. As you walk through the doorway, you look out into the sea of people waiting for others and your eyes go right to the giant sign towards the middle.

Bucky reads it outloud while he chuckles. “(Y/l) and her super hot friends.”  Damn it, who did Gloria get to pick us up? When the crowd starts dispersing, the owner of the sign is revealed. You see your sister, Marie, starting to dance awkwardly while she wiggles the sign in the air at you.

Oh fucking hell, here we go.

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Klaine one-shot - “The Life You Think You Deserve” (Rated PG13)

Blaine is making a huge change in his life. He’s starting by going to Kurt, a man with a specific talent that will help him move on. (5274 words)

Notes (or, in this case, petty commentary. Read if you want, or skip to the warnings down below): This is the re-write that I was actually the most excited about because it’s kind of a huge f-u to everyone in the K*urtbastian fandom who’s ever sh*t on my work. When I wrote this, it was a character study. But it actually got torn apart by two fandom writers - one K*urtbastian and one multishipper. One of them even made a post on tumblr about how I don’t write Sebastian, I write badboy Blaine and pass him off as Sebastian, and this fic was the focus of that. Well, I thought this one was touching and brilliant, and hopefully, now that I’ve changed it, it will get the love I think it deserves! (See what I did there? I … well, never mind.)

Warnings for mention of self-harm scars, mention of blood, and mention of Blaine being married to Quinn.

Skank Kurt. Closeted Blaine.

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Blaine paces outside the run-down, red-bricked, residential loft that he had to bribe a taxi cab driver to take him to. He can honestly say that he has never feared for his life before tonight, so he can chalk this up as a first on his list of life experiences. He runs his hands up and down his arms while he tries to decide whether he will push the buzzer for the door or not. No matter what happens, he came here willingly, so he has no one to blame but himself.

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The Neighbors

Part One: The New Neighbors.

Summary: You’ve been in New York for about 3 years now moving here looking for a new experience. You grew up in a small town with you parents and siblings, so your new experience was city life. You began working at a hospital doing patient records and a moved into a cute little apartment in a mostly safe neighborhood in Brooklyn. After being at the hospital for a few months, you were presented with an amazing offer to switch from patient records to shadowing nurses, you just had to take a few classes outside of work while you worked with them. Since then, your life in New York has been great. But will it stay that way once you meet your new neighbors across the hall?

Warnings : swearing, bad flirting.

Pairings: Sam Wilson x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, eventual Steve Rogers x Reader

  


     The shrill sound of your alarm clock wakes you from you well earned sleep. You roll yourself over, smacking the snooze button and peaking at the time. 2 pm. I swear I changed my alarm yesterday before work. You let out a loud yawn that could be confused as a moan while your stretch out in your bed. You flop back down onto the mattress, thinking about what you’re going to do today.

   Well, since I’m done with classes & my shift doesn’t start until 10 tonight, maybe I can find a new show on Netflix!  You amp yourself up for the day but your body is still feeling the exhaustion from your 12 hour shift at the hospital. You decide the best thing to cure the exhaustion is coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. You make your way to the kitchen, sporting your favorite pajamas: a long baggy band tee with boy short underwear.You skip around your kitchen while the coffee brews, tidying everything up. When you’re finally about to take a sip of your coffee, a loud boom sounds from the hall outside your apartment. You jump at the noise, successfully spilling your hot coffee down your chest and a little on your bare thighs.

    “Son of a bitch. What the hell is going on?” There are only two apartments on this floor of the building, yours, & one that’s been empty since you got here. Your landlord says it isn’t rented out like the others, it’s owned. The owners just come & go randomly, never staying too long. You’ve never seen your neighbors, but today is going to change that. You strip out of your shirt and throw on your black robe that lands about mid thigh on you. You slide on your slippers and go open your front door. You come face to face with stacks of cardboard boxes, and the sound of two male voices fills your ears.

   “What did I tell you? Keep your boxes in your fucking room! It’s already crammed in here enough, you asshole,” you hear the first voice yell.  All you hear in response from the second voice is a laugh ,and something hit a wall. You hear a curse from the first voice.  As you maneuver your way through the hall of boxes and to the opening for your neighbor’s apartment, you see that the door’s open, and like the first voice said, there’s boxes everywhere. Dear God, who has this much shit?

   You knock on the door frame and see a head pop up from behind the boxes. You let out a laugh and send a shy wave.

  “ Well hello there,” He smiles and makes his way around the boxes to you. He was several inches taller than you, with dark skin and a shining smile. You get the sense that you’ve seen him before, but shake it off and introduce yourself.

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  “Hey, I’m Y/n. I live across the hall.” You shake hands, before he says anything you hear the  other voice.

“I thought Stark said he bought this apartment because no one else lives on this level?” Stark? Tony Stark? Then it all clicks; the first man is Sam Wilson, the Falcon.  Another man emerges from the boxes and you have to stop your mouth from falling open. The Winter Soldier. Holy shit. The man had shoulder length brown hair. His jawline was perfectly sculpted and his eyes were a perfect shade of blue. He looks you up and down and a smile forms on his face.

  “Hi, I’m Bucky Barnes.” He waves, you send an awkward wave back.

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“Hi, uhm I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt your unpacking.” You slowly start backing away. The man who you recognize as Sam Wilson stops you.  

  “No no! It’s okay! I’m Sam, by the way. Sorry about all the boxes in the hall. Like you heard, we thought we were alone here.” He laughs and you follow suit.

   “Well I’ve been here for a couple years and haven’t seen you either of you here before.”

  “Well, Stark had bought this place for himself when he needed a break from things, but he sent us here to lay low for a while.”

  “Ahhh, I see. Is it just you two here?“ Way to be nosey…

  "Us & Steve. He should be home any minute if you want to wait & meet him too.” His voice is kind and you can see you getting along very well with him. Bucky’s been silent this entire time but his eyes haven’ left you.

  You smile and shake your head, “Nah, I should head back. I just wanted to stop and say hello. I’ll catch Steve another time!"You turn away, starting to leave.

   "Feel free to come say hello anytime Dollface, especially if you’re wearing that robe.”  The sound of Bucky’s voice surprises you. You feel the heat rise in your cheeks, but you turn and smile shyly at Bucky.

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  “I’ll see you guys later!” You dart to your door, but you can still hear Sam & Bucky.

  “Dude , what the hell? You’re going to scare her off! Keep the creepiness inside, oldman,” you hear Sam say.

 "It didn’t seem like she minds all that much, maybe you’re just crabby that the ladies don’t want a bird boy, Wilson.“

"Man, shut the hell up.”

You shut your door while you let out a laugh at your new neighbors. This could be fun.

Anthony Ramos interview

With ticket prices upwards of $1,500 and advanced sales of $57 million last November, “Hamilton” is an official Broadway juggernaut. Helmed by certified genius Lin-Manuel Miranda, the musical mixes rap, R&B and pop to tell the story of Alexander Hamilton’s ascent from penniless orphan to chief architect of the American financial system. The twist, if you haven’t heard, is that a person of color plays nearly every major character—including Hamilton, George Washington, Thomas Jefferson and Aaron Burr.
Miranda, who plays Alexander Hamilton, has said that “Hamilton” is “a story about America then, told by America now.” By casting people of color as the founders of our nation, “Hamilton” forces audiences to engage with bodies and voices that would have been categorically marginalized in colonial times.
“Hamilton” also sheds light on lesser-known figures of colonial America, including proto-abolitionist John Laurens. Laurens is played by Anthony Ramos, a 24-year-old Puerto Rican actor and singer from Brooklyn, New York. Ramos also plays Philip Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton’s eldest son. Here, in this edited and condensed interview, Ramos talks about making his Broadway debut in a blockbuster show and his journey from the tough Brooklyn neighborhood of Bushwick to The Great White Way.

What’s the significance of having performers of color tell the story of the Founding Fathers?

You ever look at a painting like, “Wow, that’s so good, but I really can’t wrap my brain around why this thing that is so obscure feels so right?” “Hamilton” is that kind of painting. No one’s ever seen anything like it, and I think it’s one of the boldest pieces of art ever to hit. It’s also honest because “Hamilton” looks like how we look like now.

Can you explain more?

Lin could have written a show and had the Founding Fathers be all White men, but at the same time, the show’s about Alexander Hamilton. A lot of people didn’t know whether or not Hamilton, who grew up in the British West Indies, was half [Black]. They had no idea. So it’s only right to have the rest of the cast embody that. Daveed Diggs, who plays Thomas Jefferson, is half Jewish and half Black. Phillipa Soo,* who plays Hamilton’s wife, Eliza, is Irish and Chinese. Lin and I are Puerto Rican. Having men of color play the Founding Fathers shows that anyone could have done what they did. This is showing our public what it would have looked like if things were different.

Tell me about the two characters you play.

John Laurens was from South Carolina. His dad was a slave trader. Laurens was one of the first abolitionists. He died fighting the British in the Revolutionary War because he hadn’t received word yet that his side had won in Yorktown. The British soldiers were retreating, but he still insisted on going after these guys. He actually died after the war had already been won. He was really zealous. which was so awesome to learn about Laurens. And he and Hamilton had this incredibly close relationship. Some people think they had something going on. I don’t know. I do think Laurens loved and was passionate about Hamilton, so I try to do my best to be true to that. There isn’t really too much about Philip, so I really got to play around with that character a lot.

Besides being able to put your own spin on things, what has been your favorite thing about playing Philip?

I love his confidence but also his passion for his dad. My father wasn’t around a lot, so when I do Philip’s rap when he’s nine years old I think about how his dad wasn’t there the entire time. When my dad was around, I really did my best to show him, like, “Yo, Pops, look at what I’ve done up until this point! Check out my baseball trophies! Check out, like, this new song I just wrote!” The first line in Philip’s rap as a nine-year-old is “Daddy, daddy, look!” I had the “Daddy, daddy, look!” mentality when I was a kid. That’s how I relate to Philip.

What about Laurens?

I appreciate how he was gung-ho about everything. My whole life I’ve been so passionate about making a better life for myself, having [grown] up in a pretty rough neighborhood. Hamilton and his [crew] had been through so much at such a young age, and I really relate to that.

So what first drew you to musical theater?

I mean, it was totally an accident. In high school, baseball was, like, my thing. I was sitting in class my junior year, and there was an announcement on the loudspeaker about an audition for this show called “Sing.” I had no idea what it was. I thought, “Maybe it’s a talent show.” So I go and sing for this talent show thing and they gave me the lead role in the show. I did it, and I fell in love, man.

How did you manage to transform yourself from a baseball player to a musical theater actor?

My high school director took me up under her wing because she saw something in me that I didn’t see in myself. She gave me a pamphlet [about] the one school that I auditioned for, the American Musical and Dramatic Academy. I wasn’t even going to go to the audition because I didn’t have the money to pay the application fee. But my teacher paid for it. After I got in, the school threw me these numbers and I was like, “There’s no way. I can’t even pay for this!” So my teacher gave my name to this scholarship fund. I told them my story, about how I came from the ‘hood and how my grades, which were not that good, weren’t a reflection of me. I told them, “All I need is one shot.”

You share the stage with several Broadway vets. What has it been like to work with them?

I’m not just learning more about how to be a performer, I’m learning about how to be a better person on the daily. I learned from Lin that you don’t have to stray from who you are. I remember one time I was cracking a joke, and I said, “Aw man, Lin, you know, I talk too ghetto sometimes. I should change the way I talk.” Lin said, “Papa, you don’t have to change the way you talk. You just have to make sure people understand you.” I will never, ever forget him saying that to me. He is the biggest example of someone who has not strayed from who he is to conform to the industry. He’s a hip-hop head, but he also loves musical theater.

What advice would you give young performers—particularly those of color—just starting out in musical theater?

Be a better listener than you are a speaker. Don’t put yourself in the box that other people put you in. You have more control than you think you do. And don’t try to be more than what you are. The perfect job will come when you realize you’re enough. Be OK with the way you’ve been created.

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“We can tell great, adventurous stories and talk about painful truths in a contemporary context. Racism and racial violence are still abundant today, and we need to address it in literature.” - Daniel José Older

BookUp faculty Daniel José Older recently published the young adult novel, Shadowshaper, to widespread critical acclaim. Shadowshaper follows Sierra Santiago, a young Puerto Rican muralist in Brooklyn whose paintings come to life. 

Shadowshaper received starred reviews from both Publishers Weekly and Kirkus. The NY Times praised it as an example of the “best urban fantasy,” portraying Brooklyn as a city under threat from gentrification and police violence.

Below, Older shares his thoughts on how the YA book industry has changed, the role of diversity in children’s literature, and the importance of listening in the creative process. 

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