SEBASTIAN STAN As BUCKY BARNES The Falcon And The Winter Soldier (2021)

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Sebastian Stan for GQ Style “Newman’s Own”

Devious

Explicit Bonus Chapter - Relative Dating

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Pairing: Indiana Jones x Reader

Rating: 18+ Only. Minors interacting with this work will be blocked.

Notes: Welcome back to the latest garbage fire! A companion chapter to this week’s Relative Dating; can be read without, though it does allude to the story’s characters and some events.

Warnings: Cursing; period-typical expectations of women; explicit sexual content—fingering, finger sucking, vaginal sex

Summary: These sensations are everything you’ve been raised to fear—unabashed pleasure at the hands of a man that anyone could claim has corrupted you.

Beyond your tender sighs, moans, and the heady, sharply drawn-in breaths that each of you take, you can vaguely hear sand and wind beginning to rasp against your window. Indiana’s hands slide over the coolness of your nightgown. He bunches up the fabric at your hips, pushing you more sharply against the wall. You hiss in a breath at the way the light switch digs into your back.

“Is there any chance of us making it somewhere more comfortable?” You grumble. Indiana chuckles, drawing you away from the wall.

“You’re telling me you don’t like being taken exclusively standing up?”

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✨Sebastian Stan manspreading appreciation post✨

Relative Dating Part Eighteen

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Pairing: Indiana Jones x Reader

Rating: M

Notes: Welcome back to the latest garbage fire!

The artifact mentioned in this chapter is a fake one.

Warnings: Cursing; period-typical sexism; period-typical expectations of women; some angst; fluff

Summary: It’s been three years since she left him to spend his last night alone in Cairo—three years of living in New York; three years of half-heartedly wondering what might’ve been; and three years of wondering if she, wherever she is, thinks of him, too.

“I don’t want a lot of tears tomorrow.”

“Then don’t cry.” She gives him a sly look, even as his eyes narrow in irritation at her.

“I meant from you,” Indiana clarifies.

“I won’t cry. I’m not leaving Cairo empty-handed.”

“Right,” He drawls, eying the black Abyssinian kitten in the carrier in her hand.

“Isn’t she cute!”

“You name her?”

“Bastet, of course.”

“Of course.”

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This is Josh interview.... we are just missing one ..the puppy one

This mans smile just -

My Protector

✧ summary: After Goose's death, Maverick was sworn to protect three people. Carole, Bradley, and you. A woman who Maverick had always thought fondly of, a woman who stole his heart.

✧ a/n: oops i did it. so this is def based on the first Top Gun, so if you've never seen it – i guess spoiler alert? idk, but brb crying in the club with my aviators on 🥺

✧ pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Bradshaw!Female!Reader

✧ warnings: character death, mentions of death, angst

Your eyes welled with tears as you sat there with Carole and Bradley. Your nephew was in your arms, he had no earthly idea what was going on. All he could see was his mother and aunt crying continuously. Pete was stowed away, gently boxing up Goose’s things, knowing that there were two women and a little boy waiting in the other room. 

Maverick blamed himself. He couldn’t stand to look at himself in the mirror. He didn’t care who said that this incident wans’t his fault, that it was an accident no one saw coming – Mav knew. He inhaled sharply as he folded up Goose’s aviators and clutched his dog tags in his hand, a keepsake he’d hold onto for a little while longer. 

You and Nick had a strong relationship. He was your older brother and you adored him, you looked up to him. You thought he was the bravest soul to go out there and do the things he did, to become this Naval Aviator… It took guts and glory. And when he was being sent to Top Gun, you expressed how proud you were of him. But when you received the call that an accident occurred, your stomach dropped. You had just came along with Carole and Bradley to visit your brother, only for a short amount of time to pass before he was killed. 

You heard as the door opened and your eyes glanced up to see Pete. His face was stone cold and you knew he was trying his hardest to suppress his emotions. 

Carole covered her mouth as she saw him emerge. “God, he loved flying with you, Maverick,” She whispered, her voice cracking. She was still in utter disbelief that her husband, her best friend, and the father of her son were gone. 

You stood to your feet and wiped your eyes with a soft smile. “He would have flown anyway… Without you,” You admitted. Maverick looked over at you with a broken stare. 

“He’d have hated it, but he would have done it,” Carole added as Maverick carefully handed her the box full of Goose’s things. Carole grabbed them and got Bradley’s hand, knowing the two of you needed a moment alone together. As the door to the room closed, you felt your eyes water even more with tears. 

“I just can’t believe he’s gone, Mav,” You exhaled. Maverick felt his throat tighten as a hard lump formed that he tried to swallow. 

“It’s all my fault,” He whispered. 

Your eyes snapped up. Walking forward, you reached up and rested your hands on his cheeks. “Maverick, this was not your fault,” You told him sincerely. “Accidents happen.”

But deep down, Maverick knew. He knew that his feud with Ice is what caused this. Both of them were on the hunt of being the best pilot. Cockiness got the better of Maverick and for that, he paid the price with his best friend’s life. He snatched him away from his wife, his son, and his sister. A sister who Maverick turned his eyes to stare at you, remembering oh so fondly the decree Goose made Maverick take. 

“If anything happens to me while we’re out here, you take care of three people dearest to me. Carole, Bradley, and Y/N. Especially Y/N. That girl needs you more than ever, Maverick. And I’m not just saying that because I saw her doodle hearts around your name one time.” Goose laughed as he and Maverick sat at the piano together after their rendition of Great Balls of Fire. 

“I’ll protect them all with my life, buddy,” Maverick promised him as he clapped him on the back. 

As he was brought back to the present, he stared at you with a sad expression. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” He whispered. “I’m so sorry,” 

You saw his green eyes give away and the tears began to spill. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms tightly around him and pressed your hand to the back of his head. Together, the two of you stood there, sharing the river of tears as you mourned the biggest loss you’d ever faced. 

Maverick’s arms wrapped around your waist and he buried his face into the crook of your neck. He broke with sniffles, soon pulling himself together. 

He had to be strong for you. He couldn’t break anymore. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, his eyes closing tightly. 

“I’m going to protect you, Y/N… Goose made me promise.” He muttered. 

Your heart faltered. “What?” You asked.

Maverick cleared his throat. “Before we ever went to Top Gun… Goose made me promise that if anything ever happened to him – I’d look out for Carole and Bradley, but especially you,” He whispered. “And it’s a promise I’ll hold forever.” 

You blinked, nodding your head. Another soft kiss was pressed to your forehead and the tears spilled even more. 

Maverick would protect you with his life.

A Tale of Two T-Shirts (6/?)

Pairings: Collegehockeyplayer!Steve rogers x female reader (Cappy x bug)

Warnings: Cappy being a doofus, frustration, explicit language, talk of violence/threats of violence (female towards male) but no violence actually occurs, banter- lots of banter, idiots in like, slight manipulative behavior (must be 18+)

Work Count: ~2.2K

A/N: not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

Cappy and bug: hockey AU

Lucky Charms: hockey AU

The intercom at your campus apartment buzzed, signally Sam was here- right on time. You walked over to your front door, buzzing him in before returning to your bathroom, toothbrush still in your mouth.

After getting a late start to your day, thanks to a restless night's sleep, you had just finished brushing your teeth- putting your toothbrush away and turning off the water. Walking back down the hall, you heard Sam knock at the front door before a loud thud and string of curses followed.

When you unlocked the door, pulling it open, you couldn’t help but laugh. There Sam was stuffing shirts back into an oversized box in a hurry.

"Hey, Sam" you greeted, forcing a smile even though your nerves were a little fried.

"Hey, y/n... I'm uh... sorry" he flashed you a nervous smile from where he knelt on the floor.

"About this or about Captain Meatball?" you teased, bending down to grab the last few tshirts before tossing then into the box.

"Thanks" he looked up at you, "so where do you want these? I still got a couple more boxes in my car… do you need them all now?”

"Oh... come on in" you said, standing and stepping out of his way while holding the door open, "the table is fine" you said, ushering him into your small two bedroom apartment, “and I can ask my roommate to help when you leave- we’ll come out and each grab a box…”

"OK” Sam nodded and then his face fell serious, “so....um... about the shirts..." he started, placing the box on the table and avoiding eye contact.

"Sam... I swear to god... I'm going to strangle him..." you grumbled, grabbing a tshirt from the pile and holding it up for inspection.

It didn't look any different, the pretty impressive Pucks for Paws design Cappy had sketched with several dogs and cats was on the front- just as you submitted. You turned the shirt over finding a crisp number 17 with Storm scrawled across the top. The bottom of the shirt had the information for the adoption drive- same design you had submitted to the printing shop.

"I don't get it?" you asked, looking up at Sam, "it's the same..." you narrowed your eyes at him.

"Not all of them" Sam grimaced. You could tell he was uncomfortable- waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Sam... I don't have time for this..." you huffed, grabbing a handful of shirts and turning them over, "will you just tell me what that asshat did?"

"He changed the quantity of shirts ordered per jersey number... got rid of all the number 7's" Sam blew out a heavy exhale, shaking his head as he shrugged his backpack off and unzipped it.

"What?" you squeaked, "why would he do that?" your voice had gone all shrill, "he knows his jersey is a best seller, right?" you were starting to panic as you riffled through the shirts, "he has to know..."

Sure enough, out of the hundreds of shirts ordered, not one was a number 7. All his other teammates were accounted for- including the underclassman.

“Well… they’ve gotta be in the other boxes” you rationalized.

Sam just shook his head apologetically without saying a word.

"He did have one number 7 made..." Sam offered, pulling the shirt from the bag and handing it to you.

"How is one shirt going to help?" you were fuming as you took it from Sam, "are we auctioning it off to the highest bidder? He's such a narcissist..." you rolled your eyes with a snarl.

"Well... it's not for sale" Sam said, "it's... uh... for you..."

"For me?" you scowled in confusion, trying to make sense of all of this until your phone vibrated to life in your back pocket. You continued grumbling under-your-breath as you fished it out of your pants, scoffing before you answered it.

"You better have a good explanation for this, Steven" you growled, holding the video call up so he could see the box of shirts, "why would you pull all your shirts from printing when you know everyone's gonna want your number?"

Cappy smirked at the use of his full name- he had never heard you call him Steven before now.

Sam busied himself by digging around in his backpack again.

"Bug... did Wilson give you the other shirt?" Cappy asked.

"What other shirt?" you huffed, looking up at Sam as he presented you with another folded shirt.

You took a deep breath before snatching it from Sam's outstretched hand, scowling at him as he backed away slowly with his hands in the air. You knew it wasn't Sam's doing, but you really felt like shooting the messenger right about now.

"What is this, Cap?" your tone was a little more whiny then you were going for, but you were frustrated and tired, just wanting this to go off without a hitch.

"Read it" Cappy instructed, smirking.

"What?" you snapped, not understanding how any of this was even remotely funny.

"Have any plans tonight, bug?" he asked so nonchalantly it made another wave of fury course through your veins.

You didn't even answer him, just shot him a glare that should have melted your phone screen.

"There's a thing at the barn, my house... tonight before the game tomorrow..." Cappy continued as you ignored him, propping your phone against the box and holding up the shirt.

You let out a dry huff that almost resembled a laugh. OK... this wasn't half bad- but how exactly was this shirt going to help the adoption drive?

"Team Cappy" you read, the screen printed words were crossed out and underneath it in bold text read "Team literally anyone else" holding the shirt up as you smirked.

It was silent for a moment before you spoke again. Steve looked nervous on the other end of the call.

"I don't hate it... but I'm still not following your game plan, Cap" you scowled down at his pretty face on your phone screen.

"Turn it over..." Cappy said, flashing you his boyish grin that made you want to slug him.

"Resistant to Meatball Charms" you snorted a laugh, reading off the text on the back of the shirt. The bottom of the shirt was, thankfully, the same as the others with the info for the adoption drive. You blew out a frustrated exhale, annoyed that this was working- yet again.

"Why don't you try it on... I'll watch... I mean wait" he winked.

"Steve..." you whined, "this isn't a game... those animals are depending on this... on me... I can't let them down."

"Bug... you won't" he insisted as a hiccuped escaped your lips, eyes prickling with tears.

"Shit..." Steve's voice cracked, "are you crying?"

"No" you frowned, but a few more angry tears fell as you tried to sniffle them back.

"Bug… baby... I'm sorry!" Steve sounded genuinely concerned, "shit... I swear I was just trying to be sweet..."

"By messing with the order?" your voice was watery as you scoffed.

"No!" his voice was determined, but you were so frustrated and didn't want him to see you cry- opting to end the call instead.

"Stupid, stupid, pretty... stupid... dumb boy" you huffed, marching into the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. But you nearly ran into Sam who had escaped to the kitchen to give your heated conversation some privacy.

"Sorry, Sam" you sniffled, walking to the cabinet to take a glass and fill it from the faucet.

Sam stood motionless, not really sure what he should do or say. He had a feeling Cappy's bonehead plan would backfire.

"He's just so stupid... ya know?" you sighed, after taking a sip of your water. You wiped away a stray tear with the back of your hand, eye lashes wet with your emotion.

"Tell me about it" Sam agreed with a chuckle, “there’s still time to figure this t-shirt thing out… I can…”

"Hey, y/n" your roommate called, from down the hall, "you OK?" she squeaked when she saw Sam standing next to you, her eyes going wide as she looked down at her bright pink pjs with cupcakes all over them and matching fluffy slippers.

"Yeah... I'm fine... just stupid Captain Meatball" you huffed as your roommate's gaze flicked back to Sam.

"Not Captain Meatball" Sam thumbed his chest in clarification, "I'm Sam" he gave your roommate a soft smile, "hi, there, cupcake" Sam's timbre was molasses on a hot summer day as he offered his outstretched hand to your roommate.

Your roommate froze, looking down at his hand without saying a word before turning in her fluffy slippers and practically scampering back to her room.

"What the hell was that?" you eyed him up.

"That..." Sam smirked, "was cute lunch lady" he said, craning his neck to look down the hall towards your roommate's bedroom.

"Her name's your roommate's name" you corrected, "and she's single, ya know..." taking another sip of water as you leaned against the counter.

"That so?" Sam smirked, "she works in the caf…and she doesn't charge me extra for my breakfast burritos... I always ask for double the filling after morning practice and she never charges me..."

"How romantic" you teased, pushing off the counter and walking back out to the table where the box of shirts sat.

"An' she always gives me more sweet potato breakfast tots then the other guys..." Sam continued, smiling from ear-to-ear.

"Definitely a story for the grandkids..." you continued teasing when a knock sounded at your apartment door.

"Can I get her number?" Sam asked, his gaze following you to the door.

"No way!" you snorted with a laugh, "you want her number you gotta ask her... and don't call her cute lunch lady when you do it..." you said opening the front door- you smile immediately turning to a frown.

You turned around without saying a word, leaving the door open when you walked back into your apartment.

"Bug... lemme explain..." Steve said, rushing in and closing the door behind him.

"And that's my cue..." Sam said, nodding at Cappy and grabbing his bag to leave. He gave you a quick wave before exiting your apartment in a hurry.

"Bug..." Cappy started again when Sam had left, walking over to stand across from you at the table, “I…”

“Screwed up my order… who knows why… and sent Sam to do your dirty work?” you huffed.

“No!” Cappy started again.

“Then why?” you raised your voice, nearly yelling, “why would you do this to me?”

“Bug… I got rid of all the number 7 jerseys because I want you to be the only one to wear my number from now on...” Cappy blurted as his cheeks flushed pink, “I thought I was bein’ sweet... a grand gesture or something... but I think I just fucked it all up” he harrumphed, squirming on the spot.

It was the first time you've ever seen him anything but cool, collected and cocky- noting the sweat beading at his forehead.

Your chest tightened and your stomach did a flip. He did this for you?

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath and forced your face to remain stoic. In your stubbornness, you refused to give away any emotion as you pursed your lips together.

"I had my number made on one shirt..." he continued, "just for you... if you want... or if you're still unsure... you can wear the other one... they both have all the Pucks for Paws information on the back" he exhaled, sinking into a chair before he grabbed his water bottle from his backpack and chugged it.

"Did you run here?" you asked, pulling out a chair and sitting opposite him.

"Yes" he grunted, finishing off his water. Cappy sat silent, watching you and waiting for any indication as to how you were feeling- if you were planning on strangling him or if the next step in his plan was working.

You sat quietly glaring at him, arms crossed as you chewed your bottom lip in contemplation.

"Well, actually... I lied..." he added, unzipping his bag and pulling out a small bundle of fabric, "I did have this one made for Mary" he held up a tiny shirt with the Pucks for Paws design and you couldn't help but swoon when he flipped it over to reveal his name and number 7 on the back of the baby sized shirt.

"Damnit" you frowned at him, your arms still tightly crossed at your chest, "you're such an ass."

"So you're going for option 2 then?" he smirked, "you know you won't match Mary if you do..." he goaded, leaning back in his chair with a soft smile.

"I'm going to kill you if this doesn't work" you huffed, fighting the tug at the corner of your mouth as you pictured you and Mary wearing matching Rogers jerseys.

"I figured" Steve smiled, laughing when you balled your shirt up, throwing it in his stupid pretty face.

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