Steve itched to leave the briefing. It was impossible to concentrate, and for once, he thanked his lucky stars for his eidetic memory which gave him perfect recall as he could no more focus on Fury and his briefing then he could stop thinking about Lily.
He’d come on too strong. He knew it. Lily was hurting, and he’d been laying down innuendos and comments of an inappropriate nature. She didn’t need that from him. Not now. She needed comfort, support, and care — not grabby hands.
But she liked grabby hands. Steve tried hard to ignore the inner voice which reminded him of how genuine and uncertain she’d sounded permitting him to touch her wings; how hope and longing had filled her voice. But he’d wanted no misunderstandings and asked for clarification because he genuinely didn’t want to overstep her boundaries. Was touching a woman’s wings like grabbing her ass? How was he supposed to know without asking?
Omg, this was such a pain in the ass, but if you want to fix your stuck blog this is how you do it.
Everything I posted after my first “request for review” got stuck. It was like they put my damn blog on hold. So all the edits I was doing to past posts clogged up my dash. Everything I posted since yesterday afternoon got stuck behind those.
First off, go into your “mass post editor” (little man, pick your blog, find the MPE beneath Edit Appearance), choose all the posts that haven’t shown up since your blog got stuck and add a tag. I chose “Test” to make it easy to find.
This should get your blog moving again. Now, go into your blog, not your dash, but your actual first page. The Home Page. This will show you the posts that have been “flagged and reviewed” like mine were. I did this second step with both desktop and mobile open to see my progress.
It’s like all your newest posts are being hidden behind old ones, so depending on how many posts you’ve made, this could take a while. Scroll down (easiest on mobile) to find your most current post to see how long this dang process will take. Mine was about 7 pages down.
Now, you have to Edit the Tags on EVERY GODDAMNED POST BETWEEN THEM. Yes. Every bloody post (easiest to do on Desktop). I added the word “Testy” to every post and then refreshed my home page to see if it was working. It took me 45minutes to get through all the posts, but once I finished, my blog was on track again, and people can now see my current posts.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC | Word Count: 6274 Warnings: fluff, kind of smexy, angst, death of her mother, cheating ex
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Natasha jogged the last few steps and breathed out in relief. “Well, shit. No wonder Lily has an ass you could bounce a quarter off. Eight flights of stairs, no elevator. Grocery day must suck balls.”
“Jeez, Nat. And Steve bitches about my mouth,” Bucky chuckled. “And I don’t think ogling Lily’s ass will win you any points with him. I haven’t seen him get that doe-eyed, sappy smile, squinchy face since Peggy.”
“Yeah?” she smirked, sauntering down the hall.
“Oh, yeah. Steve’s sweet on her alright. Course, he won’t do anything about it until this shit with her ex is sorted, and her mom taken care of. The punk’s got too much honour for that.”
“I am aware,” Nat sighed. “You think if we gave him enough of Thor’s hooch he’d drop the act and pin her to the wall?”
Bucky burst out laughing. “Maybe. You sure seem to like her.”
“It’s weird, but I really do. I was ready to be suspicious and guarded but something about her…” She shook her head, unable to explain it.
First off, how dare you give me a new kink I didn’t know about; touching her feathers. Sign me the fuck up when he helps clean her wings. Yes ma’am.
Secondly, Lily’s ex is a douche and I have a really bad feeling about him. Thank you Nat, I mean Bambi, for telling -and showing- him exactly how we all feel.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC | Word Count: 3230 Warnings: Angst. Language. Fluff
The others were already waiting when they arrived in the room most frequented by them all.
Lily hadn’t said a word on the ride down in the elevator, only chewed nervously on her lip. Steve was glad it was a short ride for if she’d kept that up, she would have bloodied it. Every so often she quivered, nerves and fear a potent mix, causing the hair on his neck to stand up as his own battle-honed instincts itched. There was no danger, but that didn’t stop him from feeling twitchy thanks to her nerves.
He took her hand as her shaking intensified, and led her through the sea of weights and workout equipment toward the floor of mats, giving her ample free space. The memory of those giant wings prominent in his mind. Once they reached the center, he turned to face her, but when the others made to close in, he waved them back.
“Steve…” Her breath hitched wildly. “I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can.” He cupped her face and ran his thumbs over her pale cheeks.
“No… no, I…” Panic made her breathing shallow.
“Look at me, Lily.” Command laced his voice, forcing ice blue eyes, paled nearly to silver, to latch with his. “No one is going to hurt you. I give you my word. Trust me.”
Summary: On the eve of Annie’s wedding to another, Eddie and Venom come upon a woman in need of help. The scent of honeysuckle fills the air, along with sharp words from a sharp tongue. Just who is she? And why does it seem everywhere she goes, someone tries to kill her?
Pairing: Eddie Brock x OFC | Word Count: 1832 Warnings: Venom eats people. (Please be advised I have no idea where this is going.) Italics indicate mental conversations. Bold is clearly Venom. Movie spoilers below the cut.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC I Word Count: 5212 Warnings: Fluff, Bucky being Bucky, smexy
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Bucky shuddered gently against Penny, while his mind whirled with her revelation. “You have to tell Steve.”
“I can’t. Not just yet.”
"Penelope Grace,” he growled against her neck.
“Bucky. Not just yet. I’ll tell him when I’ve gone through all the options, but until that time, how can I place more stress on him? He’s off saving the world. He doesn’t need to be thinking about me while he’s doing it.”
"Penny…” Bucky sighed and looked at her, but gave up when she gave him the stubborn face.
"I’m not giving up, Buck. I won’t. I promise, but I have to do this my way.”
"Stubborn as a mule,” Bucky grumbled, tugging her close so he could rest his cheek on the top of Penny’s head.
"Ma’am? Sorry to interrupt,” Friday said into the silence. "The detective is back, and he brought friends.”
Bucky growled a second time against Penny, far more feral and angrier than before. "What kind of friends?”
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC | Word Count: 6649 Warnings: language, angst, dark themes – discussion of sexual assault
Penny was in the middle of washing the dishes after dinner when the house phone rang. She exchanged a look with Bucky, knowing it would be security announcing a visitor. If it were Steve, he would just come up, and no one else was scheduled to visit.
At least tonight she’d gotten the chance to eat the spaghetti before being interrupted. They’d managed to have an enjoyable dinner in which they’d discussed a few of her projects in greater detail without snapping, snarling, or yelling at each other.
She was pleasantly full. In fact, she’d eaten more today than she usually did in three days. Barnes was obsessed with stuffing food in her face and with cutting back her caffeine intake. She’d reached for her fifth cup of coffee when they’d returned from the lab, only to be handed a cup of tea instead. As she’d been on the phone with the Head of Oncology at Johns Hopkins, she hadn’t the ability to bitch Barnes out, ending up drinking the surprisingly tasty tea.
By six he’d been dragging her to her feet, refusing to let her stay longer her first day back, and hustled her out the door, down the elevator, and into the car even as she protested she still had work to do. He’d ignored her, and by the time they got to the parking garage beneath her apartment, Penny had been dozing off in the back seat.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC | Word Count: 3945 Warnings: Lots of angst, emotional pain, soft Steve
Lily woke slowly and stretched her arms out, expecting to encounter Michael’s warm body. When she found only an empty bed, the night before came rushing back with a clarity which had her eyes snapping open. She thrust her fist against her mouth to stifle her sob, unable to stop the tears from shaking her small frame.
Mom… The pain was so sharp and fresh it hurt to breathe let alone cry. But grief would need to wait until she figured out where the heck she was.
An unfamiliar room greeted her when she managed to catch her breath. Then her eyes landed on the man sleeping propped on his fist in the corner. Her body seized as her mind whirled with the consequences disregarding secret would now have.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC | Word Count: 2614 Warnings: Angst. Language
Tears streamed down her face, ribbons of sorrow, showcasing her broken heart as Lily Tangela opened the door to the apartment she shared with her boyfriend, Michael. She had received the worst possible news tonight and needed the comfort only he could provide.
Her mother, her beautiful, sweet, wonderful mother had died. The cancer she’d been fighting for years had finally taken her life in a long-awaited, yet still much too sudden way.
The news had come only an hour into her shift, seeing her breaking down in her Captain’s office. A new officer for NYPD, Lily was just settling into her career, hadn’t yet been assigned a partner, and now with this tragedy, she was being told to take whatever time she needed to grieve and bury her mother. It was the worst thing that could have happened.
Her sob was soft as she pushed open the door and stumbled to a stop. The table before the window was set for two. Candles glowed. A wine glass, one of a pair, had a smear of ridiculously red lipstick on the rim.
It was eleven o’clock at night, and Lily was supposed to be working the graveyard shift.
Penny woke up warm and rested. Her body was soft, lax, and she felt better than she had in months. When the quiet snore came from the chest beneath her ear, she smiled. It wasn’t the first time she’d cuddle up on Steve, but when she lifted her head, it wasn’t her clean shaven blond brother whose body she’d been resting against, but a scruffy-faced brunette.
The night before came flooding back and caused her heart to kick once hard before she closed her eyes and fought down the wave of angry nausea. The attack, Marcus, what she’d revealed to Bucky, all of it made her feel weak and tired, two things she couldn’t afford right now.
“Hey, dollface.”
She opened her eyes to peer at Bucky, a smile curling his lips.
His fingers lightly stroked the length of her spine. “Sorry about crashing on your bed. Must have dozed off.”
“It’s fine, Buck. I slept better last night than I have in a while,” Penny murmured, pushing off his chest to sit up, finding she’d wrapped her leg over his thigh in the night and it was trapped now between them. It was a rather embarrassing position to be in considering she was practically straddling his leg, but when she made to pull away, he flexed his knees. “James?”
“It’s too early to be up,” he said softly, pressing against her spine to make her sink back against him. “Go back to sleep for a while.”
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