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[painregretsandsunday]

Drawing Sunday every day 'till his release!

Day 135 - eepy boi

Another sleepy boy. Because I was playing hsr all day so I didn't manage to relocate more time for him

[critters-crap]

<<Part2||Part 4>>

Alrighty! Prologue is finished, Imma take the weekend off since lastinme I didn't take a break at all lol. And I don't want to burn myself out.

hope it's alright, this is my first comic so it might not be the best since I made it on a whim. yippeee.

Also look at this little guy I painted on Tuesday lol.

[callalillywrites]

Steve's Choice

I've been listening to a bunch of music (old and new) while working on various projects. A few songs have struck inspirational chords and are bringing about a few different upcoming stories.

Find Version 2 of this song here.

Here is the first story based on this song:

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (can be read as gender neutral)

Word Count: 695

Summary: The time heist had been successful. Thanos was destroyed. It was time to put the Stones back where they belonged. Steve volunteered, and you knew it would be the last time you saw him.

Warnings: Bittersweet ending, angst, amicable breakup

A/N: It’s proofread but all mistakes are my own.

I do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other sites or fed into an AI machine.

*****

Steve was leaving.

You could feel it in your bones.

He stood near the platform Bruce had quickly assembled after Tony’s funeral. The Stones packed neatly and carefully in the briefcase Steve held. He’d just hugged Bucky. An inner joke shared between them.

Then, Steve stepped back, swiveling on his heels.

The distance between you had never felt longer though he covered it in a few steps.

A watery smile graced your features as you looked upon the man you loved for the last time.

“Hey, I’ll be back soon,” Steve said, the promise falling flat. His gaze never quite reached yours as he said the words. It confirmed the truth you’d known was a long time in coming.

You shook your head. “No, you won’t, and it’s okay, Steve.”

“But –”

“Steve, I love you. I think I’ve loved you since we met in New York eleven years ago,” you paused to gather yourself and retain what composure you had left, “but I’m not where you belong. I never was.”

“Angel, I…” Steve let the words die.

You could tell he wanted to lie to you. To tell you everything you wanted to hear.

A week ago, you would’ve wanted to hear the lies. You would’ve wanted to cling to him and believe them. But it wasn’t meant to be. It never was. His heart has and will always belong to Peggy Carter.

Before he could try and regroup, you pressed a hand to his mouth. “Please, I don’t want or need you to lie to me, Steve. This isn’t your fault, and I don’t need you to make this better. You didn’t do anything wrong. I won’t have you thinking you have.”

This time, you paused to swallow the emotion clogging your throat. It took you another minute to collect yourself and give him a genuine smile.

“Go and get your girl, Cap. She’s waiting for you. I just know it.”

You rose on your tiptoes one last time. With a soft kiss to his cheek, you whispered, “Be happy, Steve. You deserve everything this world has ever offered and taken from you. You’ve settled and compromised since you came out of the ice. It’s time for you to be a little bit selfish, even if that means you’re not mine.”

Steve stared at you for several moments, his eyes growing misty at your words.

Before you could step back, he’d set the briefcase down and grabbed you. His arms wrapped tightly around you while his cheek nuzzled against yours.

He didn’t say anything at first, but he finally whispered, “I really hope you find your one, Angel. You are not someone’s compromise or someone who should be settled for. I do love you, and I always will.”

A single tear streaked down your cheek. “I know. Maybe saying goodbye won’t be a bad thing. At least that’s what I’m hoping.”

His arms tightened around you, impossibly tight, then he slowly released you.

When he picked up the briefcase again, he tapped your chin like he was prone to do all the years you’ve known him. In the same soft voice, he said, “Don’t hate me too much, please.”

“I could never hate you, Steve. No matter how hard I might try to.”

With that, he gave a final smile, then turned toward the platform and suited. It was time to return the stones to their rightful places along the timeline. He had some branches to nip before they took hold and created issues within the universe.

In a blink, he was gone.

Five seconds, Bruce had said.

Those seconds came and went without Steve’s return.

Then again, you knew they would.

He’d gone back to Peggy. Just like you knew he would.

Bruce and Sam argued on how to get him back and what to do with whatever had gone wrong.

Turning to Bucky, you nodded towards your car and asked, “Want a lift? I think there’s a bar in town, and I know I could use a drink.”

Bucky, forever a friend, fell into step beside you. After a moment, he asked, “You okay?”

You spared a glance at the platform, then met his gaze. “I will be.”

*****

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[practical-hearthcraft]

its been ages since I worked a spell of that calibre and I'm feeling like I'm coming back into myself.

[cero-sleep]

The kelpie twins

[elephantaday]

Day 301 of posting pictures of elephants.

[illiana-mystery]

I totally don't have a weird crush on a stop motion rat. Totally don't. Because that would be weird...

[peculiary]

Hellions #6 November 18, 2020

[sillyfroggremlin]

I love making references to my own fictional characters as if anyone else has even a clue of what I'm talking about

[galaxythreads]

hey, I just want to say thank you for everyone's responses to my aita post a few days ago. It really helped to get a different perspective than mine about what happened. I am going to talk to my sister about boundary setting soon so hopefully we don't have a repeat of what happened. But thanks.

If you sent an ask or replied, I'm not going to respond and I apologize, but thank you for all the time you took to answer.

[snonkerdoodlefizzy221b]

im at a concert thing right now and my whole school's group just went out as a cohesive unit to get food while my dad dropped some off for me at the fucking entrance 🤠

feeling like an idiot weirdo now and stuck in the dressing room as well 🤠

[smiletimeisrunningout]

"Wakey, wakey, Princess," Rogers' rough and alcohol-coated breath spoke into the early morning hour, poking her leg with his foot in an attempt to get her to wake up. // @sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins

Emma opened her eyes and pulled herself to sit, slowly, feeling as if she had drank too much the night before - hit to the head, maybe? "Yes," she said to no particular question, looking at the man before her, "This seems like the sort of thing that would happen five minutes after ditching my guards. Alright. Hello."

[callalillywrites]

Childhood Best Friend

When I wrote the first version of this story featuring Steve Rogers and a reader, I knew I would want to write its opposite. Here is that result.

This one will have two follow-up pieces because I couldn't decide who I liked for Reader's childhood friend. Those will be coming soon. See poll at end to choose which one comes first.

I promise this is the last version I have for this song (for now anyway). I also promise this Steve will get a happy ending as soon as I can figure out what I want to happen. Poor guy's become my emotional punching bag lately. Need to fix that.

This is absolutely based on this song's vibes:

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: ~1100

Summary: Steve's noted a shift in his fiancée since their engagement party. It's confirmed one night when he finds you in the living room and gently confronts you about the childhood friend who came to the party and your feelings for them.

Warnings: Bittersweet ending, angst, amicable breakup

A/N: It’s proofread but all mistakes are my own.

I do not give permission for my work to be copied or posted on other sites or fed into an AI machine.

*****

The lack of warmth at his side slowly pulled him towards consciousness.

Rubbing at his eyes, Steve noted the early morning hour on the clock beside him. He shoved the covers off him and searched the room for you. The room lacked a hint of your presence and had for some time from what he could figure. Your slippers and robe had disappeared from their normal spots.

No light from the closet or bathroom alluded to your presence within them, either.

This wasn’t the first time he’d found himself alone in your shared bed so early in the morning. It’d been something that had happened far more frequently, however. No doubt the thoughts plaguing you enough to keep you from wanting to bother him despite his assurances otherwise.

Steve got to his feet and slowly made his way toward the living room of your apartment. He had a good feeling he’d find you there.

Sure enough, he was right.

You sat near the large window that overlooked the small park across the street. The darkness kept you from making out much, but that didn’t seem to stop you. It never had.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice his approach until he sank to his knees in front of you.

You stopped playing with the engagement ring on your finger.

He’d given it to you two months ago during one of your regular date nights. As much as the ring itself had surprised you, you’d known he was going to propose. He’d never made it secret his desire to find a good woman and settle down with her. Have a family.

It had been so easy to say yes, too.

Steve was a good man who never failed to make you feel cherished and seen. He worked hard to provide for himself and for you though you loved your job and the extra income it provided. The date nights were always the same days of the week, but they were never boring, not with him. He always had a knack for making each one special, including the ones you planned. It was easy to see yourself living a good life with him at your side. You wanted everything he wanted.

At least you thought you did.

“Sweetheart,” Steve’s sleep-rough voice broke through your thoughts this time, “you can talk to me about anything. You know that, right?”

You nodded, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything.

How could you tell this man that you might not love him as much as you thought you did? That you weren’t in love with him?

As if he could read your thoughts, he released a soft breath. “This is about him, isn’t it? Your childhood friend? He’s the one, not me. Isn’t he?”

When you would’ve argued, he held up his hand. The smile he gave you was one of the saddest, most understanding ones you’d ever seen. Tears sprang to your eyes upon seeing it.

“I saw the way he looked at you. It’s the same way I do, but he’s got the years of knowing you that I don’t have. Tell me he’s a good man. That’s all I want to know about him.”

Steve’s hands stroked yours, imploring you to speak up this time. He needed your answer. It was almost like you’d be releasing him from some unseen prison with it.

With a shaky nod, you allowed your tears to spill over as you whispered, “He’s a good man.”

Steve’s Adam’s apple bobbed a few times before he nodded. His hands continued to rub yours for another second before he took your left hand. His gaze inspected the ring he’d placed there, watching as the small diamond glinted in the low light that you’d allowed yourself.

“Then, Sweetheart,” he gently tugged the ring from your finger, “I think you should go to him. Make him realize he shouldn’t let such a treasure like you go.”

“Steve—”

He shook his head. “I’ll be fine. I promise. Just, uh, let me get out of town before you come back to get your stuff, okay? I don’t think I can watch you walk away a second time. I’m owed some time off anyway. Think I’ll head up to the mountains or something, you know? Clear my head and my heart.”

More tears streaked down your cheeks, but you nodded.

It was the least you could do for him after him being so understanding.

Before you could think to stop yourself, you flung your arms around Steve’s neck and held on tight for several moments. Nuzzling into his cheek, you said, “I will always love you, Steve. Please, please, know that. I never wanted to hurt you.”

His arms, which had come to rest around your waist, tightened. His cheek brushed against yours as he nodded.

“The feeling’s mutual, Sweetheart.”

You don’t know how long the two of you sat like that, but eventually Steve pulled away. He leaned back until he could give you that soft smirk of his. His eyes might’ve been a bit glassy, but he couldn’t ever stop being a gentleman to save himself.

“It’s pretty late. Do you want to try and get some sleep? Or should I take you to him now? I don’t want you out at this hour on your own. It’s not safe, but I can understand wanting to tell him how you feel right now.”

You shook your head. “No, I can’t ask that of you. I can drive myself. I don’t know that I can sleep until I know, you know?”

Your hand shot up then and covered your mouth. Realization at what you’d said and who you said it to slammed into you. Warmth suffused your cheeks at your utter gaff.

Steve’s smirk shifted, but he never let up on his kindness. “Sweetheart, it’s okay. I know exactly how you feel. It’s wonderful being in love, isn’t it?”

“It should’ve been you, Steve. I’m so sorry it isn’t.”

“I’ll find her someday.”

“You will, and she will cherish you the way you deserve.” You reached up to cup his cheeks, firming your tone. It didn’t matter traitorous tears continued to trek down your cheeks. You meant every word that came out of your mouth next. “You, Steven Grant Rogers, are the best of men, and you deserve so much more than I could ever give you.”

He nodded, his throat working hard to swallow.

“Get changed, Sweetheart. You have a man to sweep off his feet.”

*****

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[allo-frouto]

Trying not to really distract you from your holidays but hope you enjoying the beach. Care for the sun burn ☺️🌻

Guess who got burnt again!

[peoplecallmelucifer]

If I see another post about any place in a world being shit with a coment "aftwr seing rhis, how can you not bw radicalized?!"

I'm gonna go mental!

What do you want me to do? Start a guerilla movement? Have you started one yourself you radical genious? Thought of getting into local level politics? Made a plan on how to change things for the beter?