without a parachute

Steve Extra™ Rogers 

  • runs through walls and tears down whole buildings instead of wasting time to open a door
  • punches computers when they say things he doesn’t like 
  • jumps out of airplanes without parachutes to be a show off
  • is always Down to Die™
  • squeezes himself and his two best friends into a fucking vw bug
  • had peggy carter, one of the loves of his life, one of the founders of SHIELD, a gift to the world, on her death bed say “you’re always so dramatic”
  • back flips off of insanely high heights and hopes for the best
  • removes avengers label from uniform to be petty
Ride

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1633

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Smut, Language, thigh riding, sex and mentions of the thighs of betrayal.

A/N: This is for @emilyevanston‘s Kate’s Cards Against Humanity Writing Challenge! Congrats on 1 year and 2k followers my dear!

Prompt: Powerful Thighs

Masterlist


Originally posted by marga-r


“Cause of death,” you whispered to Natasha, making her snort.

You took another bite of your cereal and watched Bucky walk over to the refrigerator. He opened the door and reached in, grabbing a water. You and Nat both barely held in groans when he tipped it back and took long pulls from the bottle, the muscles in his throat working vigorously.

He had been down in the gym with Steve. He hadn’t hit the shower yet so his chest was gloriously bare, sweat still clinging to his skin. The gray gym shorts he was wearing were hanging low on his hips, a peak of his black underwear visible. The sweat on his legs were making his shorts stick to his thighs.

That is the cause of death you had been referring to.

When you had entered the gym a half an hour ago to retrieve your hairbrush that you left in the shower room, Bucky had been doing squats. You had frozen in place as you watched the muscles in his back bunch with every movement. His shorts had stretched tight across his firm ass and had ridden halfway up his thighs. The muscles were straining as he bent deep, the weights on the barbell across his shoulders staying parallel.

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If one thing must be said about my heart, it is this; She has felt the weight of gravity disappear, the fall without a parachute, she’s hit the ground and splintered over and over again. She’s foolish and gullible. But she’s persistent. She gets up everytime.
—  g.e. // May 3rd
Sometimes I want to crush stone and ice with my hands, walk in the fire and dive in deep black water… Sometimes I just want to feel strong, because I know you will come close to me and I will fall in your blue eyes without parachute…
—  sraynova

° ✧ WHO FRAMED ROGER RABBIT PROMPTS.

triggers apply, mentions of death, murder, threats, sexuality and sexual/nsfw mentions. feel free to add/change pronouns.

❛ Anybody know you’re here? ❜
❛ Well, you see, I didn’t know where your office was. ❜
❛ In other words, the whole town knows you’re here! Get out! ❜
❛ You don’t know how hard it is being a woman looking the way I do. ❜
❛ You don’t know how hard it is being a man looking at a woman looking the way you do. ❜
❛ I’m not bad. I’m just drawn that way. ❜
❛ Don’t you realize you’re making a big mistake? ❜
❛ I didn’t kill anybody. I swear! ❜
❛ The whole thing’s a set up. A scam, a frame job. ❜
❛ My whole purpose in life is to make… people… laugh! ❜
❛ I’m out there risking my neck for you, and what are you doing? ❜
❛ Toons are supposed to make people laugh. ❜
❛ You don’t understand. Those people needed to laugh. ❜
❛ Then when they’re done laughing, they’ll call the cops. ❜
❛ A laugh can be a very powerful thing. ❜
❛ Why? Because you made him/her laugh? ❜
❛ Okay, nobody move! ❜
❛ You heard me, I said drop it! ❜
❛ I have to satisfy my sense of moral outrage. ❜
❛ I’d love to embrace you. ❜
❛ Put that gun down, you buck-toothed fool! ❜
❛ Give me another excuse to pump you full of lead. ❜
❛ So you thought you could get away with it, didn’t you? ❜
❛ Why, the real meaning of the word probably hits you like a ton of bricks. ❜
❛ We toons may act idiotic, but we’re not stupid. ❜
❛ You mean you could’ve taken your hand out of that cuff at any time? ❜
❛ No, not at any time, only when it was funny. ❜
❛ I would have been here right after you called, but I had to shake the weasels. ❜
❛ I want you to know I love you. ❜
❛ Is he/she always this funny, or only on days when he’s/she’s wanted for murder? ❜
❛ Can you guess what this is? ❜
❛ Freeway? What the hell’s a freeway? ❜
❛ Traffic jams will be a thing of the past. ❜
❛ Is that a rabbit in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? ❜
❛ Is this man removing evidence from the scene of the crime? ❜
❛ I see working for a toon has rubbed off on you. ❜
❛ What do I look like? A stenographer? ❜
❛ I’d say it was the booze talking. ❜
❛ Got a thing for rabbits, huh? ❜
❛ Search the place, boys, and leave no stone interned. ❜
❛ You think that’s funny? ❜
❛ No hard feelings, I hope. ❜
❛ You won’t think it’s funny when I stick that pen up your nose! ❜
❛ Look, the stain is gone. It’s disappearing ink. ❜
❛ The hand buzzer. Still our biggest seller. ❜
❛ So what happened, huh? ❜
❛ You can drop anything you want on his head, he’ll shake it off. ❜
❛ One too many refrigerators dropped on his head? ❜
❛ Don’t you appreciate the magnitude of that? ❜
❛ I’m surprised you’re not more cooperative. ❜
❛ Remember how they always thought there wasn’t a way to kill a toon? ❜
❛ That’s one dead shoe, eh, boss? ❜
❛ I would think you of all people would appreciate that. ❜
❛ I don’t know how many times we have to do this damn scene! ❜
❛ If you really needed money so bad, then why didn’t you come to me? ❜
❛ I’ve already got a stiff on my hands, thank you. ❜
❛ So I took a couple of dirty pictures, kill me. ❜
❛ Nose? That don’t rhyme with “walls.” ❜
❛ Seriously, what do you see in that guy/girl? ❜
❛ You need a heart, before you can have an attack. ❜
❛ Are you trying to give me a heart attack? ❜
❛ I can tell you now it ain’t gonna come cheap. ❜
❛ Question is, do you have the way? ❜
❛ Jumpin’ without a parachute? Kinda dangerous, ain’t it? ❜
❛ I don’t think you want it. ❜
❛ What the hell happened in here? ❜
❛ I’ve never seen a mess like this! ❜
❛ What do you call the middle of a song? ❜
❛ What do you think you’re doing, chump? ❜
❛ Don’t let me catch your peepin’ face around here again. Got it? ❜
❛ Stop that laughing. ❜
❛ You know what happens when you can’t stop laughing? ❜
❛ One of these days, you’re gonna die laughing. ❜
❛ We just want the rabbit. ❜
❛ What are we gonna do? ❜
❛ The best part is, they work for peanuts. ❜
❛ Work’s been kinda slow since cartoons went to color. ❜
❛ Long time, no see! ❜
❛ What are you doing here? ❜
❛ Remember you never saw me. ❜
❛ Boy, what is this, some kind of secret room? ❜
❛ That’s it. I’m calling the cops. ❜
❛ I come here for help and what do you do? ❜
❛ So long, and thanks for nothing. ❜
❛ Probably looking for a good place to stick a knife! ❜
❛ A laugh can be a very powerful thing. Why, sometimes in life, it’s the only weapon we have. ❜
No Parachute

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2.230

Summary: Bucky just doesn’t need a parachute 

Warning: fluff

A/N: Hi you beautiful people! I’m still alive! heh. I’m still drowning in my thesis, but I didn’t like leaving you all with nothing so I wrote you this one! Hope you like it, feedback is always greatly appreciated. I love you all so much, and thank you for the continuous support. *big bear hug to you all*


“He did what?!”

“He jumped o-”

“I heard you the first time, I just.. he did what?!

Steve gave you a half smile, approaching you slowly to give you a reassuring hug but you held up your hand to stop him and he did. Glaring at him, he held up his hands in surrender and let you walk around him and down to the medical bay.

“Y/N, printsessa how are you today?” Pietro stepped in front of you, stopping you in your quest. Narrowing your eyes, you sent him a death glare that was cold as ice within a second he was out of your way.

When you finally reached the door to the medical bay Tony appeared. You groaned and tried walking around him but he stepped in front of you. Smiling like nothing was wrong. You glared at him.

“That look might work on everyone else, but not me, kiddo,” he smiled teasingly and went to ruffle your hair, you slapped his hand away.

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sinbad1229  asked:

1,2,3 & 16 with Bucky Thank you love, and sorry for the other one xD

2. “You save everyone, but who saves you?”- Bucky Barnes

After moving to the Avengers compound as the teams doctor, always being there to check up on them after missions, fix any injuries and on a couple of occasions saving their lives, you’d fallen hard for a certain metal armed super soldier, and lucky enough for you, he’d fallen just as hard.

“Steve, what did I tell you about jumping out of planes without a parachute?” You sighed, getting up from your desk as the blond super soldier limped in, held up by your annoyed looking boyfriend.

“Okay, but technically-” He started, silenced by both you and Bucky narrowing your eyes at him, “Fine…” He muttered, hopping up onto your table with a wince.

Snapping on a pair of gloves, you set about examining all of his newly acquired injuries. Prodding gently at his ribs, you heard him hiss above you.

“Well, this seems to be where most of the damage is…” You murmured, unrolling some bandage, “Luckily for you, with your advanced healing, you should be fine in a day or two. Just take those specially made painkillers Bruce made, and make sure to rest up.” You instructed him, making sure not to wrap the bandage too tight as to not restrict air flow.

“Thanks Doc.” Steve smiled sheepishly, pressing the ice pack you handed him gently to his ribs.

“It’s what I’m here for, just quit doing stupid shit.” You smirked, throwing your gloves away.

“I’ll try my best.” He smiled, ruffling your hair before leaving the room.

“So, how’d the mission go? Other than that idiot hurting himself again?” You murmured to Bucky, not looking up as you washed your hands.

Sighing, your brown haired boyfriend hopped up on your desk, ignoring the disapproving look you sent him. “It was… a mission…” He muttered, running a hand through his hair.

“That bad, huh?” You asked sympathetically, linking your fingers with his.

“Yep.” He sighed, rolling his neck before looking down at you, “Glad to be home though. Saving the world is a tiring business.” He smiled tiredly, pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

“You save everyone,” You whispered against his lips, letting your hand rest against his cheek, “But who saves you?”

“You do.” He murmured, smiling as he rested his forehead against yours, “Everyday.”

Prompt ListRequest a prompt!

…well, that escalated quickly. I posted it way back at the end of 2014, it got reblogged by several BNFs in quick succession yesterday, and then it proceeded to rack up like 2,000 notes in one day, so apparently it still needs to be said:

Yes, you are allowed.

You are allowed to write the fic you want, rather than the fic you feel obligated to write. You’re allowed to write crack, crazy realism-defying stunts, self-indulgent trope fic, fucked-up fic about problematic people doing unhealthy things. Fic that doesn’t go through the pre-flight safety check for every swordfight and every BDSM scene, fic that glosses over the ugly real-life fallout of psychological trauma and/or jumping out of a quinjet without a parachute. Or, hey, if that’s your thing, fic that dwells on psychological trauma in loving, messy detail and has at least three punchlines about characters not being able to defy the laws of physics. Any of those things! All those things! We contain multitudes!

Any fic you write is probably going to be a net positive for fandom. The people who were looking for something in your niche get it, the people who didn’t know they wanted something in your niche discover a new thing they like, the people who don’t like it click the back button, the people who really really hate that entire genre of fic get to stroke their hateboners and get high off their own self-righteousness.

If it upsets people? The back button is a failsafe and instantaneous safeword. If it’s not as ~quality~ as other people’s fic? Don’t make me break out that “holy shit! TWO cakes!” comic. If someone takes away a disturbing, unhealthy, or otherwise less-than-wholesome message from your fic? You are not responsible for their failures of critical thinking or reading comprehension, to say nothing of those reading with outright malice looking for something to pounce on after interpreting it as uncharitably as humanly possible. Jesus fucking christ, it’s fanfiction, if people legit want sex ed they should be on Scarleteen. It’s not your job to educate them, certainly not with your fic. It’s not. It’s not. Fic serves so many other purposes. You are allowed to write what you want.

You’re Dumber Than I Thought (Barnes/Rogers x reader)

Request:  Can I request a story where Bucky, Steve, and the reader are all in a poly relationship and the reader and Steve are always doing reckless shit and Bucky is 1000% done because they could both get really hurt and they are doing this for stupid reasons.

Being in a relationship with Bucky Barnes was a challenge to say the least; he had been through more than most people could survive in his lifetime, and the nightmares and mood swings showed that often enough, but that wasn’t what brought you the most difficulty. It was being in a relationship together with Steve Rogers that would give you the most upheaval in your lives together.  Of any two men in the world to love at the same time, these two may have been the craziest choices that you could make.

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Hetalia Humor
  • America: Sees ghosts and is best buds with an alien
  • England: Sees fairies and unicorns
  • China: Sees dragons and will fight them
  • Russia: Stays drunk and jumps from planes without a parachute
  • Canada: Communicates with polar bears
  • Germany: will talk to tree branches when left alone too long
  • Norway: Thinks he can perform magic and talk to trolls
  • Romania: Thinks he is a vampire
  • Finland: Thinks he is Santa Claus
  • Sealand: Thinks he is a country
  • World: Is crazy
I’ll Keep You Safe

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Language

When the team gathers for movie night, nobody mentioned it was a scary movie. What happens when you turn your light off for the night and still feeling panicked.

The kitchen was bustling as the team gathered things together, you could smell popcorn and was that tequila? Nat was making margaritas again. As you come around the corner looking at the team, your friends, you laugh.

“What is going on?” You step out of the way as Tony slides through with boxes of pizza.

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So, what I want to talk about in regard to the moment above is why can’t Steve lift it? Why can he only move it slightly? This is my theory;

We all know Steve Rogers is the epitome of a good human, the best. No flaws. All strengths. But if you like I love to look between the lines, behind the smiles and masks, you’ll also know him as an incredible sad, broken human being who has lost everything and still is expected to soldier on.

Now, a few days ago I read an amazing meta on Steve Rogers and his suicidal tendencies; crashing the plane, jumping about twenty stores out of building and down in another with a shield as his only protection, jumping out of a plane without parachute (a thing that is insinuated to be reoccurring ‘Did he just jump without a parachute?’ ‘Hehe, yeah’), dropping his shield and not fighting back when he fought with Bucky, there is nothing that makes him happy (’What makes you happy?’ ’I don’t know’). There are countless of other incidents but right now I can’t remember them. The important thing to take from this is that Steve Rogers, the grand Captain America, is depressed, suicidal and so guilt ridden over what happened to Bucky (and knowing Steve, he probably blames him self for hurting Peggy over and over, when she rediscovers he’s alive ’It’s been so long, so long’ too).

But he is still Steve Rogers, he is still an amazing person with principles, he never bends. His morale isn’t compromised like Natasha’s is. He doesn’t fight for his country, he fights for its people and for freedom. For what’s right. If anyone is worthy of wielding Thor’s mighty hammer, it is Steve; the sickly, little kid from Brooklyn who were to dumb not to run away from a fight.

So why can’t he lift, why can he only move it slightly? Because Steve Rogers is depressed, because he blames him self for every bad thing in this world, that he maybe could have prevented if he had powers like Superman, because Steve Rogers doesn’t believe he is worthy and certainly not of lifting the hammer of a god. And I believe that not only do you have to be worthy, you have to deem your self worthy of lifting Mjolnir. And Steve doesn’t see what we see, he doesn’t see his amazing gifts; he sees all his mistakes, he sees Bucky falling and the destruction of both New York and DC hears Peggy crying and there’s no way those actions and fall outs can make a man worthy of lifting Mjolnir.

darkrose-9 answered your question “Today I’d like to write a drabble set in AVAC, but I’m not really sure…”

The students are forced to do the parenting module - even more important because being a teen parent AND a superhero!? A big no-no. Pairs are randomly assigned ;)

A/N: Not sure if this is what you had in mind, but this is what popped into my head. 


“Peter Parker Stark Rogers, you get your ass down from there right now!”

Peter cringed at Tony’s tone.

It had barely been an hour of this stupid and sadistic assignment, yet somehow Tony had already mastered the pissed off parent voice.

“You could fly up there, you know,” Steve deadpanned.

“You are not helping, Steve. Also, what is wrong with you? He is our son for the next week, and you are just letting him run amok.”

“I’m not the one with jetted boots!”

Peter groaned as Steve and Tony bickered. He wished he could blame this whole mess on Loki, but it had been his own damn fault. He was the one who had cracked a joke during Fury’s lecture on parenting and the responsibilities the students at Avengers Academy would have to face if they ever chose to have children. He hadn’t expected Fury to take to heart his suggestion that he give everyone a sack of flour to raise for a week and see how it goes. He also hadn’t planned on Brock Rumlow pointing out that as superheroes most of their babies would have super powers so a sack of flour wouldn’t really do the trick.

All of that had led to Fury pairing off students together as parents and then assigning a third student as their child for the week.

It could have been worse, Peter thought to himself. At least he wasn’t Loki who had to play child to Thor and Amora.

“You know what, Steve? Forget it. You just go to the gym and work on your biceps with all of the other macho men on campus. I’ll be a good parent and save our son from falling to his death.”

“I literally throw myself off buildings everyday,” Peter hollered down from the roof of Avengers Hall to Tony and Steve. “I’m in no danger.”

Peter huffed and aimed his webshooter at the landing platform of Stark Tower.

Suddenly Tony was hovering in front of Peter. His arms were crossed over his chest and he shook his head. “Oh no. No child of mine is throwing himself through the air without at least a jetpack.”

“Tony, be reasonable!” Peter pleaded. He knew Tony loved role playing (pretty much everyone from the first class of students loved to dress up and act like whatever they were referencing with their costume), but Peter really wasn’t in the mood to play child. Tony had to see that. He had to be willing to give Peter some slack here and not force him into this weird game/assignment.

Tony bit the inside of his cheek. After a few seconds of mulling it over, Tony unfolded his arms and smiled at Peter. “All right. I won’t force you to wear a jetpack, but you have to let me take a look at your webbing and upgrade it. I also want to look at your suit and see what I can do about reinforcing it a bit.”

“That is not okay.” Steve grunted as he hoisted himself onto Avengers Hall’s roof. “We agreed that we wouldn’t let him jump from roof to roof. Peter may be capable, but we have to treat him like a young child, and we both agreed we wouldn’t let a child do that.”

“Says the man known for jumping from planes without parachutes.” Tony rolled his eyes.

“I have a parachute.” Steve’s cheeks pinked. “I parachute into the academy all the time.”

“Huh.” Tony cocked his head to the side and made a point of scanning Peter. His next words were aimed at Steve. “And you wonder where our son gets his reckless behavior from.”

“Don’t you pin this all on me.”

“You know what,” Peter interrupted. “I’m just going to go.” He gestured between Steve and Tony. “I’d say call me when you sort this out, but I rather you not.” Peter aimed his webshooter at the dorms and unleashed the webbing. “Later, Dads.” Peter jumped off the building.

“Just like your father!” Tony shouted as Peter flew through the air.

“That is not me!” Steve defended himself.

“Oh my god, I’m going to replay every video I have of you doing reckless stuff like that just to prove that you are exactly like that. Once we get our son back and ground him.”

“Deal.”

You’re Happier Aren’t You?

Characters: Steve x Reader.

Summary: Steve Rogers is in love, actually when he really thinks about it he has been for some time but when you’re Captain America what is the best way to protect the person who means the most to you?

Word Count:  1830 words

Prompt: Ed Sheeran Happier

A/N: This is my entry for @amarvelouswritings 700 followers writing challenge.  I hope you like it sweetie xxx


Walking down 29th and Park with his baseball cap pulled down and his collar pulled up against the wind Steve was busy trying to clear his head when something made him stop.  It was possible that he had seen you out of the corner of his eye, perhaps he had caught the sound of your laughter on the breeze, whatever it was he found himself looking across the street and felt his heart stop.  It had been a month since he had last seen you and the memory of that last meeting had haunted him ever since.  His whole body tensed as he saw your arm linked with the tall, dark, handsome man as he leaned into say something and your face broke into such a bright smile it was if the grey day just melted away and when you laughed Steve’s heart ached.  He used to make you laugh but as he watched you he noticed that you looked happy, truly happy, and it was as if a knife was being twisted in his gut.  That smile that he had always felt was reserved for him was now being levelled at someone else and if he was being honest your smile was wider than he had ever seen.  Steve remained frozen, watching you as your mystery man opened the door of the bar for you and followed you in.  He didn’t even notice that it had started to rain as the people around him picked up their pace to get to their various destinations as if nothing had happened, totally oblivious to the man whose heart had just shattered into a million pieces.

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The Anything Hat

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: The one in which you and Bucky help find each other a new hobby.

Warnings: language, fear of falling/heights, light-hearted cheesy fluff but whatevs man it’s cute

Word Count: 1830

A/N: This story was brought to you by Seb being an adorable panda and this song (great message but explicit lyrics just fyi). Also I’ve never played squash or gone skydiving so shoutout to my Google skills if this is terribly inaccurate.

Originally posted by surphile

It was an unusually calm morning – no missions, no paperwork, no training. Just you, the sunrise, and good company. You set your breakfast on the table and slid onto the seat next to Bucky, smiling at him as he absentmindedly leaned into your side whilst he continued reading his book and eating breakfast.

You sighed and took a sip of your coffee, reveling in the feeling of the steam as it swirled past your face. It was strange, in a way, having everything be so peaceful in the midst of the daily stressors of life. If you were honest you didn’t really know what to do with yourself.

As if by divine intervention, an idea popped into your head.

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