#righteousradical

"Not a scratch, pal."

This is created for @righteousradical as my entry for this year’s @stevebucky-daily 2018 exchange fest. 

Finally posting my gift from the SteveBucky Gift Exchange! This is for @righteousradical and @space-and-thyme 

Every @ I get, I have to tag someone I love/look up to

@hightechgenius Ezra is amazing. A skilled and intelligent writer. Thoroughly understands all of their muses and is able to portray that characterization so divinely. Plus, they are a lot of fun to talk to ooc and have honestly helped me calm down from anxiety attacks a few times. They are brilliant and I love them dearly.

@intothewildseaRini is also amazing. I’ve been bothering them for years now. So creative and so excited about their muses. Their descriptions and headcannons are to die for. They’re so wonderful to talk to ooc. Sweet and understanding. I love them dearly too.

As plotted with @righteousradical.

Nathanael didn’t like violence, but he also didn’t like suffering and bullies, so when the army wanted to recruit people for medics, he signed up. He knew it was going to be tough, not just the necessary training and all that, but living with the other soldiers. Nat was painfully aware that he was different, not just in appearance, but also in personality... and abilities, but that part was a secret, just like his sexual preferences.  But just because he knew it would be tough didn’t mean it wasn’t annoying or painful.

Most of the time the... hazing, although it wasn’t just an initiation thing, were rather harmless, like stealing his blanket, putting mud in his shoes (how old are they? 12?) or hide some item when it was time for inspection. Though there had been a couple of bloody noses involved and making sure he tripped and spilled his food wasn’t uncommon either. Of course none of this happened right in front of a superior, even though they had to know what was going on, and Nat never complained, knowing that would make things worse.

Today, his unit might have acted differently if they had known who would be present, as they once again made Nat trip and fall, very ungraciously, onto the ground. At least most of the spilled food hit the ground and not his uniform this time, he’d been punished for that more than once, not keeping his uniform ‘clean enough’. Nat clenched his jaws and scrambled up on his feet, hearing the laughter behind him, but he didn’t give then as much as a glance, they didn’t deserve it.

righteousradical replied to your post: The wolf strides forward, brows knit together as...

Steve vc: YOU CAN’T END ME, LOOK HOW HANDSOME.

Who would you be a daddy to?

Steve harassment [accepting]

“No one, Buck,” Steve says. At least he doesn’t think so. Stranger things have happened. He supposed if the right person pushed the right buttons in the right context… “You don’t think it’s a little weird?”

           “Callin’ your boyfriend daddy in bed? Yeah, a little. I definitely don’t wanna think about my father while screwin’ somebody. But, y’know, after Norse Gods and aliens and metal arms and the two of us endin’ up in the future… It’s the kind of weird I can get over, y’know? Not that I’m a decent parameter when it comes to sex stuff.”

Maaaaan. You’re a sweetheart. The same goes to you for the record xP You’re a brilliant writer and person and I’m lucky to interact with you when I can. <333

She tips her head back in order to flash him a grin. “Well, Cap, I’ve been lead to believe that down-home American boys such as yourself are genetically predisposed to helping a damsel in distress.”