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Ava and Yelena:

Ava and Yelana the second John walks into the room:

more thunderbolts* tweets + some thunderbolts* gc texts !!

The plot of thunderbolts in one image

Arcane a show where every gay person wins

Fall Right Into Me: Snippet

This is a short snippet from my upcoming yuri SamBucky fic. Butch Bucky x femme Sam. It’s based off of Chappell Roan’s song: red wine supernova.

I won’t tell you much more about it other than there’s a lot of yearning…

“Holy sh—“

Bucky was at a loss for words—they were caught in her throat. The sight left her breathless and her cheeks rosy.

There, in the middle of their bedroom was Sam in a spaghetti strap mini red dress. It fitted her in all the right ways—showing off her curves and some of her best features. She had light makeup on—mascara that made her eyes pop. Sam was the definition of breathtaking even when she wasn’t trying. Even with nothing but a t-shirt and casual jeans on, Bucky couldn’t keep her eyes off of her. It left her drowning and gasping for air.

Sam was her air.

Bucky leaned against the doorframe of their bedroom with the biggest smile across her face.

“Are you going to keep gawking or are we going out?” Sam asked. Hands on her hips, she approached Bucky.

“Maybe I want to stay home and devour all of you, sweetheart,” Bucky replied.

Looping her arms along Bucky’s neck she softly sighed, “we’re going out. End of story. You owe me after you ate the rest of the bagel bites without me.”

Bucky snorted and rested her hands against her waist, “here we go again.”

Pushing her hand against Bucky’s chest, Sam rolled her eyes playfully. “Come on, we’re going to be late. It took you forever to get a reservation at this place. Let’s not waste it. I’m starving.” She pressed her lips against Bucky’s cheek.

“Can’t you eat me for dinner?” Bucky groaned playfully.

“Maybe another time,” Sam winked. She turned and walked to her vanity to grab her purse.

Bucky couldn’t help but gaze at her figure and the way her hair was styled. She stared with no shame—only a look of endearment. Bucky fell in love with her personality—how she rocked her hips with sass and confidence. The world was hers to rule and protect.

Tonight had to be perfect.

God she’s stunning and all mine…

New fic, read it here.

Bucky sat on the balcony of his small apartment and pulled a lighter from his pocket. He lit the preroll with a sigh, staring out at the cityscape in front of him. His socked feet pressed against the bars as he took the first drag from the joint, tipping his head back to exhale the smoke. He needed his time away from his new “team,” and the insanity and stupid name they insisted on using. He needed a break, he needed a hundred miles of distance. Since he couldn’t get that distance easily without Yelena tracking him down, he sat on his balcony with a pre-rolled joint in his hand he bought from the most confused dispo-worker in Brooklyn.

He was allowed two more drags before a knock at his door made him curse and put out the smoldering paper. He walked slowly to the door and peered through the peephole, seeing Sam outside his door with a bag of takeout in his hands. A peace offering, Bucky assumed.

“Come on, Buck, I see you looking through.” Bucky muttered a quiet curse at Sam’s words and moved away from the door, taking a deep breath before he reached out to open the door. He used his left arm, letting the metal do the heavy lifting for him, feeling detached for just a moment. Maybe if his flesh didn’t close around the door knob as he pulled it open, he could ignore the sinking in his chest at the sight of Sam.

pirate timebomb but make it extra soft

Oh nothing, thinking about how Rio was a foreshadowing of how Viktor would be turned into a Thing caught between life and death because there was a man obsessed with keeping them alive.