#How Eve Became Steve AU

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I Love You No Matter What

Summary: Vickie gets his period unexpectedly after a couple months in hell. Charlie helps his boyfriend out in his time of need.

TW: talk of blood, gender dysphoria, and some sexual implications.

Notes: please remember that I have not gotten my period in a long while (thank you T and period blockers). Also periods and cycles work differently in hell than earth in this au. If you have any questions, just leave a comment

Vickie had woken up one morning, next to his loving boyfriend, in excruciating pain. His stomach felt like it was being stabbed a million times and he felt way too hot and flushed. It was unlike anything he could remember having in heaven. Plus, it had been like 6 months since he fell, shouldn’t he be getting used to hell’s atmosphere now?

He let out a groan and a whimper of pain as he tried to move over to his side so he could clutch his stomach. However, right as he moved, he felt something in between his crotch. Quickly, he threw off the covers, hoping it was just a wet dream or something. Unfortunately, he was wrong. Golden blood stained his boxer briefs and the white bed sheets underneath him. He was so confused on how this happened. In heaven, he got periods once every 2 months but it would only be for a day and not that painful. However, it was extremely painful now. He put the covers back over him and went to wake up Charlie.

“Charlie,” He whimpered, trying to wake up his boyfriend. He shook his shoulder a little which got him up.

“Huh? What’s wrong, Vic?” Charlie asked.

“I-” Vickie froze. Would Charlie be grossed out by it? Would he think of Vickie as a disgusting creature? Even worse, would he kick him out for staining his bedsheets?! The thoughts overwhelmed him quickly and he started crying. Damn it, why was he so emotional during these times?!

“Victor? Hey, what’s wrong, honey?” Charlie cupped his cheek, still laying down next to him. Slowly, Vickie pushed the covers off and showed Charlie the mess. The tears came out more fast and uncontrollably.

Charlie was a bit shocked at first. To be honest, he kind of forgot Vickie was trans most of the time. Luckily though, his mother, Lilith, explained the process of periods to him in case he got into a relationship with someone with a uterus. She also had explained the process for those in heaven and on earth, once they get to hell. She told him that when someone with a uterus gets to hell, they will get their period within 1 to 6 months. It would be because their body needed to adjust to hell. But she also said that how bad it would be, depended on how long the body would take to have it show up. So since Vickie hadn’t gotten his since they met, Charlie could only assume he had gotten the worst of it.

Vickie let out a sudden cry of pain. He bit his tongue, trying to keep it quiet. The cramps were just so bad and felt like the worst he ever had.

“Shh, it’s okay, Victor, you’re okay. This is normal, sweetie,” Charlie told him, moving his hair to try to provide some comfort, “Let me grab you a pain killer and then lets get you to the shower and then some comfy clothes, alright?” 

Vickie nodded, whimpering. He hated feeling so weak and vulnerable. It was embarrassing and he hated not being the strong badass boyfriend he usually was.

Charlie came back from the bathroom with a small cup of water and two pills. He sat on the bed, next to Victor and helped him sit up before placing the pills on his tongue and holding the cup to his mouth. The boy swallowed them and snuggled up into Charlie’s pecks. 

After cuddling for a bit, the meds kicked in and the cramps became somewhat manageable. So once Vickie had stopped his heavy panting and groans, Charlie helped him get out of bed and then carried him, marriage style over to the bathroom. Razzle and Dazzle then saw the mess and started freaking out.

“It’s okay, boys! I’ve got the situation under control. Can you two go soak the sheets in water and then put them into the wash?” Charlie asked. They bahhed in response. “Thanks, you two. And when you replace the sheets, bring up some broth and a heating pad?” 

They nodded before leaving.

Charlie helped Victor get undressed after turning the shower on. Once the water was at perfect temperature, he stripped to his boxers and stepped in with his partner. Everyone’s hands were kept to themselves, but Charlie had to help rinse him off a little. It was very embarrassing for Vickie, but he hated feeling blood all over his ass and thighs. 

After that, Charlie sat him down on the toilet while he searched for pads or tampons or anything really. He rummaged through the cabinet for a bit until he found a box old condoms and two heavy flow pads. He remembered buying them a long time ago for his old girlfriend. The condoms though, he couldn’t remember when he bought them. He grabbed one of the pads, a shirt, and one of his old briefs that were very close to tighty whiteys and went back into the bathroom.

“Hey, hun. I got you a pad and some underwear. You can’t wear your boxer briefs because the pad won’t position right, BUT the pad will be okay with just briefs,” Charlie explained, handing him the underwear and pad. 

Vickie put them on as well as the shirt before his boyfriend picks him back up and tucked him into the freshly dressed bed.

“Alright, Razzle? Stop by the store and get some more pads. The heavy ones will probably be best,” Charlie told one of the goats. He left as the other one came back in, carrying some broth. Dazzle set it down on the nightstand and then left the two alone.

Vickie snuggled with Charlie for what felt like a long time, not saying anything. A lot of the time, when he was embarrassed or in pain, he would go non, or semi-verbal. Eventually though, he needed to say something.

“Char…I’m sorry about the sheets and b-being a mess,” He sniffled.

Charlie frowned. Why was he apologizing? He couldn’t control it. It wasn't his fault. After this, they definitely needed to have a talk about self-worth.

“Hey, don't apologize. I'm not mad or upset,” He told him.

“B-but I ruined your sheets! I'm just a disgusting fucked up girl,” Vickie said.

“No, you're not. You are a handsome, strong, amazing, brave, and not fucked up man. You're my boyfriend, Vic. I don't care that you bleed from your he/him pussy. I love you no matter what,” Charlie gave him a shut up kiss on the lips (maybe slipping a little tongue in for a second). Victor blushed, the kiss making him forget about all the horrible things happening in his body.

“Thank you, Charlie. You always know how to make me feel better,” He snuggled up in his boyfriend's arms.

Charlie gave him another kiss but on the forehead this time. The two cuddled for a long while and talked about Vickie's testosterone hopes. The sloth ring was very backed up at the moment and they couldn't get Victor's HRT appointment for another 3 months. But talking about his dreams for when the time came always helped him feel hopeful.

[ladykailitha]

Howlin' for Yule

Hello and welcome to my Christmas AUvent Calendar! Every day from now until the 24th I will be posting a ficlet that is 500-1500 from an AU I've done over the years.

All stories will be marked with the tag #12 aus of christmas so you can follow along as I will only be tagging my permanent list for this (it would get too confusing otherwise).

The next one on our list is: Werewolf verse. You can read the story here. All links will be to the first chapter, but the chapter itself will have links to the rest of the story.

Do you know how ridiculously proud I am of that title? Do you? Because I am so damn proud of that title. Also welcome to the one that got away from me. I could have kept it short. They dance, they schmooze, and they go home.

But I wanted to write more with this one and when I realized if I wanted this to end on the 24th, I should have started on the 13th, instead of the 12th, I figured I could extend this and post it Christmas Eve.

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 6 Day 7 Day 8 Day 9

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Eddie stood in front of a mirror and fussed with his tie. He usually got a chuckle from seeing his reflection in a mirror because according to Wayne that one only became a myth recently with them no longer using silver to back them anymore. But not even that thought could bring a smile to his face.

Because he had to look super nice for his boyfriend’s big Yule Tide ‘do up at the new vampire coven’s place. After the Creel house had almost burnt down when Jason attacked, Chrissy thought it would be better to move the coven somewhere safer. Closer to civilization so that if that happened again, they could get help faster.

They had bought a beautiful mansion in Loch Nora that was able to house all the remaining members of the coven comfortably. It even had a large room just for balls. Which is what this most certainly was.

When Chrissy suggested it back in October, she had merely suggested party including the vampires and werewolves as a way to foster peace between them. But Steve, the beautiful big brained and even bigger hearted had suggested a Yule Ball for all the supernatural beings in Hawkins.

So that meant that all Eddie’s friends were going to be there and he had to look nice.

“You look like you’re going to a funeral,” Wayne groused from behind him. “Probably your own judging from the sour expression on his face.

Eddie whirled around in shock. Wayne was standing there in early 18th century clothes in golds and browns. He looked amazing. “Why can’t I look like that?!”

Wayne looked down at his attire and then back up. “Would you like to?”

Eddie cocked his head to the side. “I mean we really don’t have much time to make me something like that.” He waved at Wayne’s outfit. “Because I don’t think your clothes will fit me very well.”

Wayne chuckled. “Oh ye of little faith. You take that monkey suit off, and I’ll play fairy goduncle. Go on.”

Eddie raised a questioning eyebrow but did as he was told. He hadn’t been gone two scant minutes when he came back and all the clothes were laid out on his bed. Silks, velvet, and lace all in black. He would cut a dashing figure for sure.

He hurried to get dressed and then rushed out to the front to the kitchen and poured out a bowl of milk, placing it on the windowsill.

Wayne chuckled from the living room. “She owed me a favor, but I’m sure she will appreciate the treat anyway.”

Eddie shook his head. “It’s just good manners.”

Wayne nodded solemnly. He had raised this boy right. Not just in the ways of the supernatural, but in the ways of being a good human, too.

Then the sound of horses arriving, clattered outside their window and they both exited the trailer to see an elegant coach and four black horses.

“Your boy sure has a flare for the dramatic,” Wayne huffed as he was helped into the carriage by an actual footman. Something that Wayne had never experienced in his long life.

Eddie could only agree. In the last light of the shortest day of the year, the driver and footman seemed to glimmer as though they had a glamour placed over them to look vaguely human.

They pulled up to the coven’s new home and Eddie let out a wolf whistle. “The new Dominus seems to have her own flare for the dramatic.”

“Nah,” Wayne said as he exited the carriage, “that just comes from being a vampire.”

They were shown into what Eddie could only call a ballroom. It was massive. It was currently setup with long mahogany tables with little nameplates in front of every placement. The eating utensils were gold, the glasses were crystal, and plates were fine china.

It screamed opulence and once Eddie would have turned tail and ran. But not anymore. Being a vampire changed that, for sure, but what really cinched the deal was the man, standing next to the Dominus in a beautiful red and gold outfit similar to what Wayne and Eddie were wearing.

Steve Harrington, Roane Pack Alpha.

To be continued on Dec. 24th

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Day 11

I could have waited until the 23rd to post this one, but there was something symbolic about posting it on the day of the winter solstice. The longest night.

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[buckets-and-trees]

Dear, sweet Aspen - any thoughts on what the Cedar Trees couple is doing during this winter/holiday season? I'm so soft for those two and love them so much! 🥹🥹🥹 Thank you for sharing them with us!

Oh, sweet anon! My head has been absolutely SPINNING with so many thoughts about our dear King Steve and how he’s spending the holidays with you, his new Queen!

Nothing smutty, but I’m putting it under the cut for the lengt as I share a bit of a peak into our Cedar Trees AU…

The people in the kingdom of Brooklyn have a large celebration on the eve of the winter solstice! As soon as the sun goes down (and of course the very excited and eager children start bustling into the streets while the sun is still setting), all the shops close, everyone fills the streets and there are musicians in the streets, dancing, warm drinks, food and treats to buy. If you’ve lost a loved one, then you put a candle in a votive glass the window and let it burn in their memory.

King Steve spends time talking with as many of his people as he can, buys far more food and treats and drinks than he can eat and presses them happily into the hands of anyone nearby (Bucky and his knights know the drill, and now you’re there to talk and help share things around as well). Many of the town’s artisans who paint or carve or sculpt come to the town square and show off some of their skills throughout the evening for people to watch as they mingle, some let the children try their hand here and there on those projects, and at the end of the night they’re given away.

There are lots of little fires throughout the streets for everyone to warm up throughout the night. Steve’s eyes are drawn to you often, and he’s always been kind and happy with his people, but they love how much happier he is with you - now it seems like it’s easy and simply runs through his veins like breathing, and he’s so beloved to them that they love seeing the soft look in your eyes, the fondness that you emanate for him, too.

It’s your first solstice festival, and of course it’s not perfect, it’s a long night, you bundle up against the cold as much as you can, but it’s still a wonderful evening. It’s beautiful, simple, fun, lots of laughter, but a lot of tender moments hearing from the people. Some of them share struggles and concerns - not to complain, but because you all ask for their stories, some of them share about the best parts of their year. It’s a tradition that’s been part of this people even before Steve became their king.

At midnight, everyone sings a winter solstice carol (or hums along). They light lanterns, think on a wish or hope they have for the coming season, and then during the last verse the lanterns are released to the sky.

There are a few more ceremonial parties and banquets over the next week (some small and some larger), and then Steve has decided to start a new tradition for the new year, whisking you away to the summer palace for a few days. Private and intimate. Twenty years it will be a well established tradition with your children. And who knows? Next year it may even be with your firstborn…

READ THE NEXT PART: COLD HANDS, WARM HEARTS

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What's One Little Kiss Between Friends? | viii

viii: Prepping the New Year

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jealous!Nat. Scheming!Nat

Note: My holiday contribution <3 This occurs after Mistletoes Are For Excuses

College AU set. Feel free to request parts in my inbox!

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New Year's has always been one of your favorite holidays. There's a sense of relief and melancholy about saying goodbye to the year and welcoming the new one. 

And, well, there was the New Year's kiss.

You tried not to let that be the thing that consumed your mind, but unfortunately, it just did. There was a saying about how you spend the year is the same way you spent New Year's Eve. 

Historically, you've always spent it kissing your lover at the time or kissing someone you were hoping would become your lover within the year. 

This year—you were stumped.

Your lips could still feel the softness of Natasha's kiss under the mistletoe on Christmas. You were becoming more familiar with them, having tasted them so often already. 

But you were still only friends, and when you thought about it more, you became increasingly nervous. 

"Who are you going to kiss tonight?" Wanda said eagerly as she stumbled into your arms. You laughed as you caught her.

"Not sure yet," you answered honestly, knowing full well there were only 10 minutes until midnight. 

"No way," Wanda slurs, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "You always know who you're going to kiss every year."

"Why does that make me sound so sleazy?" You mused teasingly. "Who are you going to kiss?"

It was then Wanda slumped in your arms with a pout. "I don't know. I thought about kissing Vis, but he's being such a...a burnt toaster!"

You couldn't help but laugh, squeezing Wanda comfortingly. You knew she was taking the breakup with her long-time boyfriend pretty hard. They've been on and off since, and you're hoping the entire thing will end soon because it was messing with Wanda's head. 

"Oh my god," Wanda grinned as she looked at you. "If you don't have someone to kiss and I don't have someone to kiss—we should kiss at midnight!"

You tried to not roll your eyes, but you merely smiled and kissed her cheek to placate her. "Sure thing. Why don't you go find Bucky? I noticed he's been sticking to Steve like glue, and at this rate, Steve is never gonna muster up the balls to kiss Sharon."

Wanda's eyes glinted as she kissed you back on your cheek and finally released you. You watched her stumble through the crowd, making her way toward Bucky, who was woefully unaware of how much of a cockblock he was being. 

"So, you're kissing Wanda at midnight?"

The sound of your best friend's voice made you turn around, and Natasha was standing behind you with two champagne glasses in her hand. 

"Most certainly not," you shook your head with a rueful grin, taking a glass from Natasha. "I think I learned my lesson in Mexico with her."

"You kissed Wanda in Mexico?" Natasha asked, her voice tight.

"You ask too many questions," you shook your head, still grinning. "Who are you going to kiss?"

There was a momentary pause. 

"I don't know," Natasha sounded uncomfortable. "If you're not kissing Wanda, then who do you have your eye on?"

There was a tinge of something in Natasha's voice that you weren't used to hearing when it came to you. 

Jealousy. 

"I...I don't think I'm going to kiss anyone," you finally admitted. "I just...you know what I think about the New Year's kiss."

"That you're going to spend the year with the person you kiss?"

You nodded.

"And you don't want to spend the year with anyone here?" Natasha tried to say it casually, but she couldn't help the sting that seeped in.

You looked at Natasha carefully. She was absolutely stunning tonight, with loose curls and one side of her hair pinned up.

So many people were watching Natasha right now, counting down the last three minutes until the real countdown started. You could only imagine the swarm that would occur at 11:59PM.

"It's not that," you said slowly, locking eyes with the redhead. "It's just...it's a lot of pressure. Do you understand?"

Natasha just nodded, and it was rigid. You tried not to let out a physical sigh. 

It was getting complicated, and you hated it. 

Why was kissing your best friend so good?

11:58PM.

You watched as Steve looked relieved by Bucky being distracted by Wanda and how he shyly turned to Sharon with a boyish grin. 

"Hey, why don't we head to my room? The view of the fireworks will be way prettier there," Natasha suggested.

You hesitated.

"And it will deter random strangers from trying to kiss us at midnight," Natasha added. 

You weighed your options quickly but nodded as you did see someone eyeing Natasha a few feet away. And as much as you were worried about kissing Natasha, you were in no way in hell going to let someone else kiss her. 

Natasha didn't turn the lights on when you entered her room, merely shutting the door with a quiet click and lock.

"It is nicer from here," you commented, taking a seat at her windowsill. 

11:59PM.

"Yeah," Natasha sighed, taking something from her nightstand before she sat down. "Sometimes I miss living here...until I hear my mother and remember why it sucks."

The two of you laughed before you looked at the alarm clock she brought.

"I think you're the only person I know that still uses an analog alarm clock," you raised her brow at her and smiled, "you weirdo."

"You bought this for me," Natasha rolled her eyes, unable to help her smile.

"Because you went through that weird phase of collecting clocks and watches."

"10...9...8."

You could hear people outside counting down. Natasha was looking out the window, not even close to making any sort of move on you. You bit your tongue, unsure if you felt relieved or miffed, and joined her in looking outside. 

"5...4...3...2...1!"

The fireworks went off immediately, and you could hear the second of silence, the lull of people kissing before there was cheering. 

"Happy New Year, Natasha," you turned and smiled at your best friend. 

"Happy New Year," Natasha smiled back at you.

And you sit in silence while the fireworks go off.

12:01AM.

Natasha grabbed the analog clock and began to reverse the time.

"What are you doing?" You asked curiously. 

11:59PM.

Natasha set the clock down. "I want my New Year's kiss." 

"Okay..." you said slowly. "You didn't have to stay here with me."

"The person I want my kiss with said she was feeling too much pressure about it. Something along the lines of worrying how the year was going to go. Honestly, I think it's a load of hooey—"

"Hey!"

"—but I understand. This is the best compromise." Natasha was staring at you so intensely that you were pretty sure your stomach could compete in the Olympic gymnastics. 

Why was your best friend so fucking romantic?

You didn't even need to look at the clock to know there was only 5 seconds left until midnight...again. 

You found yourself leaning forward, meeting Natasha's lips in the middle. It was familiar in all the best ways. You knew that softness, and the way Natasha tilted her head always fit yours. 

God, she was so fucking pretty too. 

When you pulled back, you licked your lips.

"You taste like raspberries."

"Yeah, I stole my chapstick back from your bag earlier."

You rolled your eyes, unable to contain the laugh. "You're so petty."

[rius-cave]

So I found another AU. And guess what.

It’s one of the most angsty shits I’ve ever came up with.

Guardian Angel AU.

Lucifer is a winner who died with his family in a car accident when he was 14. (Let’s ignore the fact that Lu’s parent is God and throw two random parents. He had a twin brother, Michael and a sister, Charlie.) And they went to Heaven.

Lucifer rose in status and became a Guardian Angel, whose job is to go and help people who SH themselves or people who thinks about oofing themselves. They have timers in Heaven which shows the time left to save these people.

One day, they give him a “To Be Saved” list and he sees his childhood friend, Adam there. They were neighbors until Lucifer moved away when he was 12. Adam lowkey had a crush on him but didn’t realize. He chose him as his next job.

Why does Adam want to oof himself? Let me tell you. Also this is the part with the most tw’s.

Starting from the beginning, Adam’s mental health took damage for the first time when he had a you-know-what relationship with someone named Steve, who was 2 years older than him. He fell in depression. Sera, his adoptive mother, didn’t want to take him to a psychiatrist (Because he’s just being dramatic and should get up and be a man) but Emily, his stepsister insisted, so he did see a doctor and got help. They gave him a medicine to help him heal. (Maybe Xanax)

Also he had to use Vicodin aswell at one point. This’ll be relevant I swear.

Years and years later, he met with Eve. And they had kids when they were both. 20. They got married because their parents forced them and moved to another state, where they opened their small farm. They had twin boys, Cain and Abel btw.

Adam thought maybe, even though they had a rocky start, he could live happily now with his family. But…

Cain killed Abel when they were 14. And he went to juvie.

Adam and Eve broke up after this, with Eve blaming it all on Adam. She got almost all their properties in court, sold them and moved to another country, telling Adam she never wanted to see his stupid face or be associated with someone like him.

Hopeless, Adam contacted his mom. Oh God I wish he didn’t.

Sera too blamed him for everything and disowned him, calling him a murderer because he was supposed to be the father of his kids and raise them properly. It wouldn’t have happened if he just did a better job at raising them. She refused to help him because “he was a grown ass man, he wasn’t a baby”

Emily was in another country as well, she went there for education and stayed there. Sera lied about what Adam did and made him look like the devil himself. So Emily thinks her mom is right to disown him.

Adam stayed at a small apartment for a while, but he couldn’t even afford the rent, so he was going to be thrown at the streets until a “superhero” came and saved him.

Alastor. His step cousin.

Alastor paid the rent, and even bought Adam a house, saying “He can take care of him until he’s fine again”. But as you may have guessed, of course that’s not his intention.

He gave Adam the same pills the doctors gave to Adam when he was a kid. Saying it’d ease the pain. And they did. But..

He became addicted. To both Xanax and Vicodin. He kept buying them from two weirdos named Vox and Velvette, who were actually helping Alastor.

Speaking of Alastor.. He thinks he can do any physical harm to Adam since he saved his ass. He visits him once every three weeks and gladly reminds him how much of a desperate piece of shit he is.

Slowly, Adam became addicted to tequila as well.

Adam slowly became a bit like a hermit, never leaving his house for days and always ordering stuff there.

Phew. With that’s out of the way I can continue.

So Lucifer disguises himself as Adam’s neighbor and does his job the best he could.

What he didn’t expect was to fall in love with him. He couldn’t help it. Adam did as well.

It was forbidden for an angel to love a human but Lucifer didn’t care. Adam literally lived Hell on Earth and deserved someone.

But one day another angel reported this. His ex, Lilith, a heaven born angel.

I’ll get to it later. It has much more stuff.

JESUS CHRIST. NOW THAT IS LOADED.

Well! That whole traumatic backstory seems very on par with what would happen to him tbh, plus the extra Alastor stuff, oof, yeah that's a lot.

The part that stings the most is definitely still the part about his children, but wow he's having not a good time.

You know this kinda reminded me of the youtube pilot Welcome to Hell (super recommend it btw), it has basically the opposite premise to this LOL because its a boy that is tasked to make other people want to end their lives, but then ends up becoming friends with the boy that he's supposed to torment.

Very interesting AU, having Lucifer as a guardian angel is <3<3<3<3<3 love that a lot!

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

A couple things I want to add to the blind au last anon message!!! Cause I love it!

Adam can’t work and can collect disability however it is a strain for both him and Emily because they are settled with medical bills! And if they’re in the US, holy shit! Imagine how much their medical bills would be? For the transplant, Eves care and Adams care? Sure they have a little help with the medical bills because Adam is disabled but it doesn’t really make a dent in their dept.

Lucifers family disapproving of him being a nurse is for many reasons but but because nursing is a ‘women’s job’ and Lucifer is ‘wasting his potential’ because Lucifer is a terrifying beast in the business! He is cut throat!

Oh! Oh! He has the nickname of King of Hell because if this? He is also called a fallen Angel by people outside the family because they see him pursing nursing as a fall from grace?

Hmmm? Adams grandparents cut them off after their family died? So maybe they accepted Eve because she’s sly and is after the full inheritance? Like she has their wealth too and there is a mini reunion between the siblings after the grandparents die? And they learn Eve is to inherit everything!

This is when Lucifer discovers the truth because he comes to their home and finds both Adam and Emily in a bad way. Emily was hoping to use whatever their grandparents left them to get out of dept.

We need Lilith in this? What would she be? Another business rival? Also what business would Eve be running and what would Lucifers family be running?

😍 love this au!

Thank you! So do I.

Wow that's a lot.

But yeah Eve basically left them high and dry. Before Emily became a social worker she worked two jobs at once.

They live in California so yeah, high medical bills. Adam feels guilty he can't do much to earn money to help out.

On occasion he'll play his guitar on the corner and people will leave money in the case.

Lucifer comes from a family of doctors and lawyers. Nursing would be seen as a step down, though he technically has his MD in medical doctoring. But he chose to be a nurse because it was more fulfilling for him.

Emily hires him because he has a lower rate and it's all they can afford. She shows him around and introduced him to Adam, who he was smitten with the moment he saw him.

Adam was sceptical at first, ever since Steve took advantage of him and abused him. But he trusts his sister so he gives it a shot, he doesn't want to hold her back to take care of him.

[lazywriter7]

Cap-Ironman Rec Week - Wonderous Wednesday

Strap in for some AU’s everybody! My favourite part of this theme might be that every fanfic is technically someone’s alternate universe, and boy does this ship have some absolute knockouts. one foot in (and one foot back) by kehinki

This isn't the worst thing that's ever happened to Tony, but it's in the top five.

Notes: This feels like one of the first soulmate AU’s I ever read for this ship, and a really formative one. Love the world building, the character progression, and there are a couple scenes that have stayed incredibly clear in my memory over the years of going back to it over and over again. Bulletproof by foxxcub At age fifteen, Steve Rogers had been in love with Tony Stark. By age twenty, he’d (mostly) gotten over it. And then he promptly became Tony Stark's fuck buddy. Notes: It takes real talent to keep the characterisation on-point and the magic alive in a no superpowers AU, but the world and its people is so richly depicted in this fic that it just feels true to Steve and Tony. An old favourite, and one I have much joy revisiting. 

Genesis by teaberryblue

Reluctant to make the truth about their secret weapon known, the American Government tells the world that Captain America is a man named Steve Rogers. According to public record, he died, tragically, in 1945, and he became legend.

In 1998, the Avengers find a body trapped in ice.

She's alive.

Her name is Eve.

She has Captain America's shield. Notes: Like the best kinds of AUs, Eve in this story is so beautifully and identifiably Steve but also different, in such a compelling way. Her journey into the modern world is itself worth the ‘price’ of entry, but then Tony enters the picture! Just love, love, love. The Ghosts of War by scifigrl47 Steven Rogers never wanted to be king, but he knows his duty, and he does it well. Lord Tony Stark, the king's appointed consort, does his duty as well, even though he'd enjoy his duty more if it actually involved sleeping with the king. As it doesn't, he's just resigned. The war that made Steve king and cost him nearly everything may be over, but a meeting of old enemies might stir up some ghosts none of them are prepared for. Notes: Ooh, kings and sorcerers, what’s not to love? I love how well each character here ‘slots’ into their designated role, and how we get some lovely superhero style identity porn but set in this world instead. And of course, both Steve and Tony are note-perfect. Big recommend! Counterpart by sara_holmes coun•ter•part [koun-ter-pahrt] [noun] 1. a person or thing closely resembling another, especially in function. 2. a copy; duplicate. 3. one of two parts that fit, complete, or complement one another.Just because Hydra used the DNA of a Captain America from another dimension to create a lab-grown, six-year-old super-soldier, it doesn't mean that said six-year old super-soldier is biologically Steve's, right?(Where Steve wants to ban Clint from bringing things home from alternative dimensions, until he doesn't.) Note: I love this fic’s take on accidental kid acquisition - Steve goes through so many understandably mixed feelings here. Steve and Tony are an established pair who navigate the trials as well as the rewards of parenthood, featuring an excellent supporting cast, and it’s just a lovely read overall. Slipping Off The Page Into Your Hands by Sineala Soulmates have their first words to each other written on their wrists. This should make it easy. For Steve and Tony, it is anything but. Steve's problem is that the future he has awoken into is nothing he was ever expecting: he has a soulmate now. Who might be a robot. And if his soulmate is Iron Man, how can he be so attracted to Tony Stark? It should be impossible. Tony's problem is that he is Iron Man, his soulmate is a man whom he in no way deserves, and he is going to fight everything in his heart and do his best to make sure Steve never, ever finds out the whole truth. Notes: Soulmate AU plus identity porn, oh my oh my :D This is just a rollicking ride with all the feels, pining, dumb decisions and sweet catharsis you could ever hope for. Man I love AUs so much. This Is My Least Favourite You by Kiyaar In Steve's fantasies, he never travels to the future because Tony never violates him. Tony never violates him because there are no incursions. There are no incursions because there are no Avengers. There are no Avengers and so there can be no love and no pain and no heartbreak. You can’t miss what you’ve never had. Notes: Look, I love canon divergence fix-its. Thrive on them. This is not that - this is when the only thing you can do with the twisted corpse of canon is make it much, much worse and then revel in the pain. Great writing, A+ pain, no regrets. Issues by  so_shhy In which Steve has a crippling crush on Tony Stark, Tony is oblivious and obnoxious, and Bucky expresses his disapproval via passive-aggressive comics. Notes: An absolutely delightful modern/no abilities AU in which Steve and Bucky write some comics featuring a superhero team called the Avengers, and Steve can’t help himself from... ahem, being a little too loving in his artistic depictions of Iron Man. So entertaining, I cackled multiple times, and Bucky’s outsider POV is particularly great. Looking for Heaven by  foxxcub

When young Lord Anthony Stark learns Steven Rogers has enlisted in the army, he thinks he's seen the last of his tiny, headstrong, haughty stable boy. But four years later, Lord Stark gets an unexpected visit from Steve, whose mother has fallen gravely ill and into financial ruin. Even more unexpected, Steve agrees to a shocking proposal: they will marry, giving Steve the necessary funds to save his mother, and Tony the much-needed reprieve from harassing would-be suitors. It is a business arrangement, nothing more. But as time goes on and circumstances arise, Tony begins to learn that keeping his heart away from his husband is easier said than done. Notes: This one’s another wonderful trip down nostalgia lane. Regency meets marriage of convenience, with all the trappings that premise would entail and a delight from start to finish. Not Such a Compromise by  Pookaseraph The death of her brother, Lt. James Barnes, has placed Miss Stephanie Rogers in the difficult position of needing to find a husband to see to it that her and her mother are taken care of. Miss Roger was not built for such a compromise, but perhaps Mr. Anthony Stark will not be such a compromise after all. Notes: Yes, it’s another Regency AU, what about it? :D Despite the trappings of gender and class, Stephanie remains so very Steve in how she moves through the world, and the premise enhances the miscommunication between the two, but in a way that is a joy to see resolved. Just a thoroughly enjoyable read. 99 problems (and the dice ain't one) by  kellifer_fic Tony's life is almost perfect. He lives in a converted warehouse full of friends (and one frenemy), has a job that leaves him plenty of time to think about other things and a regular Friday night campaign. If his best friend, Steve Rogers, hadn't moved away to New York and left him behind, then perfection would've been achieved. Tony can roll with the punches though and he's almost all the way over that little bump in the road (shut up Bruce, he totally is) when Steve moves back, looking taller and broader and more confident than ever and Tony's left with a converted warehouse full of friends (and one frenemy), a job that leaves him plenty of time to think about other things, a regular Friday night campaign and the uncomfortable realization that maybe he's in love with his best friend and has been since he was sixteen. Notes: I call this the sitcom AU if only because of the setup, but the general themes of Tony trying to cope with changes in his life and status quo are funny as well as really resonant to all those (us) who aren’t superheroes. And a fantastic ensemble to fill the world out <3 And that’s that. Shower all the authors with some love and well-deserved compliments!  

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** y'all are gonna understand how much of a whore i am for this man - i have so much i'm gonna write for him

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♜ - angst ♞ - fluff ♝ - smut ♛ - personal favorite ♚ - most popular (currently over 100 notes)

text type

⌲ - oneshot ↳ - mini - series ✞ - series│ - drabbles

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢-𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

↳ you’re too late - ♜

summary || in which the the reader realizes something about her and bucky’s relationship

↳ thank god for tony’s parties (request) - ♜ / ♞

summary || in which the reader’s worried about seeing bucky again

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

⌲ he’s just so… - ♞

summary || in which the group finds out about how close bucky and the reader have gotten

⌲ james and jamie - ♞ + ♛

summary || in which bucky bonds with the reader’s nephew

⌲ the bet - ♞

summary || in which nat and sam goad bucky and the reader into making a bet

⌲ the holiday - ♞/♜ + ♚

summary || in which the reader's holiday is hijacked

⌲ adorable (dad!bucky barnes x neighbor!reader) - ♞ + ♚

summary || in which bucky's neighbor really connects with his daughter part of my week to hallows' eve halloween countdown

│ ice-blue hue - ♞

summary || in which the reader appreciates bucky’s eyes and his smile

concept: in which we can appreciate the hunk that is bucky barnes in ca: the first avenger

𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢-𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬)

↳ teach him a lesson - ♜ / ♞ / (lil) ♝

summary || in which steve’s been looking at her instead of the reader

↳ for a moment - ♝ / ♜ / ♞

summary || in which the reader hooks up with her boyfriend’s best friend

! this fic is 18+, please do not interact if you are under 18 !

↳ the first choice - ♜ / ♞

summary || in which the reader has to come clean to steve

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

coming soon!

concept: in which bucky is still under mind-control

disclaimer! more dark content as winter soldier remains mostly apathetic and violent towards the reader and others

✞ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

series summary: in which the reader was the soldat's psychological evaluator - and then became so much more

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

coming soon!

concept: in which we can appreciate bucky barnes as a kind-hearted - if a bit stereotypical - fratboy/college student

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

coming soon!

concept: in which bucky, and the rest of the team, belong to biker gangs in small midwestern towns

disclaimer! i know nothing about bikers, do not quote me on the lifestyle

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬

coming soon!

for miscellaneous bucky au!s

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 (𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

series summary: a series of drabbles and oneshots of different characters based on the song ‘the end of the world’ by rob dickinson. particularly, the line(s) “the moment of truth between you and me / if we had 5 more minutes”

they are not connected to each other.

│ 40s!bucky

│ infinity war!bucky - coming soon!

✞ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

series summary: in which the reader has been cursed with an eternity of solitude, until she found someone that would bring that eternity to an end. she would make sure of it (lighthouse keeper!bucky x siren reader).

[harryspet]

please don’t bite | p.parker, s.rogers, b.barnes

[Warnings] peter parker x reader, dark!steve x reader, hints of dark!natasha/dark!bucky x reader, vampire!steve/bucky/natasha, vampire au, vampire blood addiction, withdrawals, kidnapping, dubcon, intoxicated sex, oral sex (female recieveing)

A/N: hello, it’s been forever! I was in the middle of writing this when @cherienymphe announced her  “Cherienymphe’s 5K Twilight Renaissance Writing Challenge” so I decided to join in! She’s one of my favorite dark writers so please check her out if you haven’t. 

In which addiction leads you into a den of vampires. 

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You piled all the dollar bills you had in your pocket on the table, “There. We can just use this.” You plopped down beside your boyfriend on the couch, fully feeling the headache you’ve had for the past two weeks. It was like your brain was pounding against your skull and sending painful waves through your body. 

“This is twenty bucks and a … grocery store coupon for … shampoo,” After counting it, Peter flicked the money back onto the coffee table, leaning back with you. You tossed your legs over his lap and he wrapped his arm behind you, “So we have fifty bucks between us … great.”

“That’s enough, right?” You asked, barely able to hear yourself think through your headache. 

“It’s like two-hundred just for a small vial,” A shiver ran through your body and Peter pulled you closer. Not only did the heat not work in the shoebox you two called an apartment, you were starting to get random chills and it was another rough winter in New York. 

“Fuck,” You cursed, “Fuck, fuck-”

Peter shushed you, “We’ll be okay,” Peter said, trying to be strong for the both of you though his body was punishing him even more than yours was, “I got a gig by the pier, and by the end of the week, we should have enough.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you clutched his chest, “That’s too long. We’ll die before then.”

“We’ll be okay,” Peter insisted though he didn’t quite believe himself. 

Vampire blood was one cruel mistress. It was hard to remember your lives before you took your first sips of the addictive potion. You both had everything going for you, highschool sweethearts that became successful college students but that was all gone now. You can’t hold a job or go to school when you’re on vampire blood. The highs last hours and, when you have enough of it, weeks can go by without you noticing. 

“What was it like? Drinking from the vein?” You asked him, the taste of the blood was faint on your lips as you tried to remember the exact taste. 

Peter’s head tilted back as he stared up at the cracks in the ceiling, “Like Heaven on earth. Like eternal life …. like nothing any normal human would ever feel. So good … jesus.”

Sometimes Peter wished he never introduced you to the taste but he’d forget all about it when you were high together. The sex was unbelievable, vampire blood being a strong aphrodisiac, and your love felt even stronger, “I want to try it,” You thought out loud, “If I’m gonna die soon, I-I wanna try it.”

“You’re not gonna die. Our brains are just totally miswired right now,” Peter groaned, turning his face towards yours. He kissed your forehead and, for a moment, it eased the pain. You tilted your head up to kiss the sides of his mouth. He tilted his head to the side and you kissed deeply. He pulled away suddenly and his eyes gazed into yours, “What would you do?”

“W-What?”

“What would you do to taste it from the vein?” You swallowed and your throat ached. 

You nodded your head, “Anything. Oh god, anything, Peter.”

You’d sensed he’d had an idea and a weak grin began to pull at your lips. That quickly fell as Peter pulled away from you. You expected him to be excited but he was completely solemn, “I have an idea,” He said, “You can say no … but if you don’t say no, you have to promise that things will be how they used to be afterwards.”

“How they used to be,” You couldn’t even think that far back. You couldn’t imagine a single date, single birthday card or New Year’s Eve kiss while you were in so much pain, “Sure, Pete. We just need a taste a-and that’ll clear our minds and things we’ll go back to how they used to be.”

+

As if things couldn’t get any worse, your stomach growled. You’d gotten dressed up, put on light makeup, and styled your hair for whoever Peter had taken you to meet. You didn’t quite care anymore because your headache continued to cripple you over the past few days. 

You pulled your jacket tighter as you waited on the steps of the gentrified brownstone. Peter pressed the doorbell nervously, watching as you shiver in your small, black dress. Peter dressed in his finest slacks and button down but was very aware that he probably wouldn’t be the center of attention tonight. He reached out to grab your hand which you happily took. 

“Why is he making us meet him so late?” You whispered, shivering. 

“He’s a vampire,” Peter shrugged, “They’re like nocturnal, I guess.”

Peter had reached out to ring the doorbell again when the door suddenly opened. A red headed woman opened the door, her hair cut short and a sultry smile on her face. You could tell instantly by the shine in her skin and darkness in her eyes that she was not like you. 

“Peter,” She greeted, smirking, “You look … hungry.”

“And cold,” He added, sensing your uncomfortableness as she took him in like he was her prey. 

“Right, come on in,” Peter led you inside the expensive home and out of the cold winter. You pressed yourself closer to him, not only because you were still shivering but because you’d never been alone with a vampire, “Steve will be here any moment.”

The woman led you down a corridor and you passed modern art sculptures and other expensive decorations you didn’t quite understand, “Steve?” You perked up at the mention of someone else. 

“That’s, uh, who we’re meeting,” Peter said quickly.

“Unfortunately, I’m booked tonight. A sweet young thing I met a few weeks ago. British accent, total dreamboat, but Steve will take great care of you two,” She led the two of you into a dining room where wine and horderves were laid out, gesturing for the two of you to take a seat, “Let me take your jackets.”

You looked at Peter and he nodded, “It’s okay,” Hesitantly, you slid off one of your sleeves and you felt her eyes begin to burn into the skin of your neck. Your arms weak, you lifted it out to her and she graciously accepted it. Peter did the same, taking a seat and waiting for you to do the same. Your eyes were still on the mysterious woman until Peter grabbed your hand. 

“I hope to see you both soon,” She smiled again, leaving the room, “Keep your eyes on this one, Pete.” 

You turned to him, your eyebrows raised, “How do you know her?”

“That’s her,” Peter said, grabbing the bottle of wine, “I told you about the first time I tried it from the vein. I think she has a thing for young guys. Or young anything.”

As he poured himself a glass, you reached out for a cracker and tried not to eat too fast as you pushed them into your mouth, “Why’d she look at me like that?” You asked, covering your mouth. 

“You’re a virgin,” You almost snorted, “I mean, your veins are. You’ve never been fed off of.”

“Oh,” You swallowed, taking his glass from him as you washed down your food, “I don’t wanna be. That’ll hurt, right?”

“Don’t worry, that’s not what we’re here for.”

Feeling some of your energy return, you stood up from the dining table, deciding to look closer at all the artifacts, “Y/N, what are you doing?” Peter asked, his fingers rubbing his temples, “Sit down, please.”

“Why do they have food if vampires don’t eat?” You asked out loud, annoying him further. There seemed to be a million framed pictures on the wall and you studied them as you passed along. They seemed to transform from black and white to fully in color, polaroid to digital. 

“For their human prey, probably.”

“Prey?” A deep voice spoke up, surrounding the room, bringing Peter out of his chair and your head turning quickly, “That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?”

“Mr. Rogers,” Peter rushed out, and you wondered how he could muster up so much energy to be nice, “I didn’t mean …”

“No worries, I try to be polite but I am a blood sucking demon after all,” The blonde-bearded man smiled. He was so muscular, you’d pictured someone skinny and frail. “Won’t you introduce me to your …”

“Girlfriend,” Peter said a bit sadly. He wasn’t sad that you were his but that this was the saddest excuse for a date night, “This is Y/N.”

You raised a hand to wave but he crossed the room to take your hand. He kissed your knuckles, smiling charmingly as he looked into your eyes. Blue eyes, you weren’t expecting those either. Despite the porcelain skin he looked quite human. His suit was black, and his white shirt was pressed nicely beneath it, like he’d just returned from an important event. You smiled back weakly, “Pleasure to meet you, doll.”

“It’s … nice to meet you too.”

You felt Peter’s eyes on you as your hand fell back down to your side, “You two look like you’ve seen better days,” You moved closer to Peter because, despite his kind smile, you didn’t fully trust him. 

Peter rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “Is it that obvious?” The nice clothes couldn’t hide the fact that they hadn’t had any vampire blood in almost three weeks. It was amazing that they were still standing. 

“I think I can help you both out,” Steve assured you two, “If you had enough of the horderves, you can follow me upstairs.” He turned and Peter grabbed your hand as you all left the room. 

“What exactly do we have to do … you know, for the blood?” Looking up at Peter, you worried that he was nervous for reasons that he was not telling you. Steve led you to the stairs and, as you climbed, you couldn’t help but look at all the photos that lined each wall. The upstairs wasn’t lit, making it feel like you were stepping into a story with a not-so-happy ending. 

“Peter didn’t tell you?” Steve asked, not bothering to turn around. He led you down the hall to what you assumed was the master bedroom. 

“Not everything,” Peter said quickly. 

You expected some kind of evil den but the room was quite normal. High ceilings, brown upholstered bed, a view of the neighborhood, and a fireplace. You and Peter stood awkwardly, looking around, as Steve made his way over to the fireplace. He leaned down to turn a dial and moments later, it sprouted with fire. 

“Peter,” You nudged him, your brows furrowed. He didn’t say anything which worried you more. Steve stood up, taking off his jacket which made your heart begin to race. Some of the fear disappeared quickly as he rolled up his white sleeves … exposing lower arms. 

Now, your mouth was watering, “There’s no need to worry, doll. I already promised Peter that no harm will come to the two of you. But you do understand that this is a trade? I give you my blood and you give me what I want.”

Peter opened his mouth to say something but you interrupted, “And what do you want?”

“I want to watch,” He stated, looking the two of you over, “I consider myself somewhat of a voyeur, I like to watch when people are intimate.” You looked back and forth from him to Peter. 

“Y/N, we don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Peter spoke quietly, worry in his eyes. 

“Of course not,” Steve smiled, already a bit aroused by your shocked expression. He reached into his pocket to pull out a pocket knife, its handle having an old and intricate design, “But I think it’ll be very enjoyable on your side of things. The blood will certainly take the edge off and I won’t overstep my boundaries, I promise.”

“And we’re supposed to trust a vampire … ,” Steve stepped closer, pressing the knife to his skin. 

“We don’t have another option,” Peter said, his eyes focused on Steve’s vein. Peter let go of your hand, the addiction taking over as he moved closer to Steve. Steve cut into his arm, the crimson running down it but not a drop touched the floor before Peter pressed his lips to the wound. 

When Peter pulled away, his head tilted all the way back, as the sweet serum traveled down his throat. You were still staring in shock, the scent reaching your nose, and drawing you further in. It took everything in you to keep your feet planted and your fingernails dug into your palm as you watched. 

Peter smiled, blood on his lips and mouth, “Y/N,” He drawled, “Please, taste it …” He walked towards you, his hands outstretched. The blood on his lips, you could smell it, and you wanted to taste it so bad that it was hurting you. When he leaned into your lips, you didn’t stop him. His tongue entered your mouth and you felt the high he was feeling. 

Your vision began to blur a little as your head tilted back. Peter’s hands were holding you steady as the biggest smile spread across your lips. It was like tasting heaven, something beyond reality and you wanted to never let that supernatural feeling go. 

You felt a foreign hand against your back but you felt like welcoming any touch under the influence of the drug. As Peter pulled his lips away from you, your eyes opened to Steve’s as he was offering you his wrist. With the taste already on the tongue, you gladly accepted more, Peter’s hands roaming over your body as you drank. 

You weren’t sure how you made it to the bed, it felt like you had floated. Peter was right, he was so right, were all the words you could think. You heard those words, felt Peter’s hands, and watched as Steve’s lips turned into a mischievous smile. 

Steve stepped away, the cut on his arm already healing, as he made himself comfortable in a lounging chair by the fireplace. He had to give it to the kid, he seemed to know your body much better than he expected for a guy his age. Either that, or you couldn’t tell what was what at the moment and it was all just pleasure in your glazed over eyes. 

Your head tilted to the side so Steve could analyze every detail of your face. Your dress was pulled down at the top and the bottom rolled up past your stomach. Peter held your legs firmly, biting and kissing your thighs as he made himself comfortable between your legs. 

“God, I fucking love you,” Steve smiled at Peter’s words. Your back arched up as he finally pushed your panties aside, tasting your warm center, “You smell so good. You taste so good.”

You cried out his name, biting down on your bottom lip, and Steve imagined you accidentally drawing blood.  You wouldn't have noticed, there was already blood dripping down your chin. Steve liked how loud you were, he didn’t like the girls that held everything in, and he liked even more how Peter took your mewlings as encouragement to lap at you faster. 

“Fuck,” You cursed, gripping the sheets tightly. Steve felt his pants begin to tighten though he promised himself he would wait, “Fuck, fuck!” You finally came and Peter crawled up your body in order to kiss you on your lips. 

He fumbled with his belt and Steve felt his desperation to be inside you. He was still slow with you when he finally entered you, much more patient than Steve imagined he would be. He kept things slow so you could adjust. He made love to you, kissing your neck, “Is that good?”

You nodded eagerly, “Y-Yeah! Like that …. I love that, Petey. Feels so good … feels so good.”

It was more than ecstasy. The blood mixed with the love of your life, you thought you might cry knowing that no other feeling could compare. 

+

Steve watched the young lovebirds through several rounds and several different positions, your stamina never seeming to run out. Like any other drug, the high relieved the side effects but it didn’t last forever. Eventually, you and Peter floated to sleep. 

You slept through the entire morning and you thought you’d wake in Peter’s arms. You could face any shame and guilt if you were with him but, when your heavy eyes finally opened, you were alone. Your palm against your head, you sat up in the bed, a little bit of sun creeping through the curtains. Looking down, you were completely naked most likely from last night's escapades. 

You felt dirty, for more than one reason. “Peter,” You whispered, stepping out of the bed to look for your dress. Covering your chest, you kneeled down to check beneath the bed, “Peter.”

You breathed heavily, trying to push down your anxiousness as you struggled to find your clothes. When the door of the room opened, you panicked, grabbing ahold of the comforter and pulling it against your body. 

It wasn’t Peter or Steve but a dark haired man, abnormally muscular for a vampire just like Steve. He tilted his head as he looked at you, “Where’s Peter?” You asked immediately. 

“Who?” He raised an eyebrow, shutting the door, “Ohhh, Peter. Right. The boyfriend.”

“Where’s Peter and who are you?” You continued, your eyes wide with fear. Bucky ran his hand over his beard before folding his arms over each other. 

“I’m Steve’s … friend,” You began to recognize him from all the photos, “There’s a few of us who share this house, you know. And I heard you all last night, I asked Steve if I could join the fun but sitting on the sidelines is a bit boring to me.” 

You didn’t care, “If you’re not gonna tell me where Peter is-”

He rolled his eyes, “He’s with Natasha I think. He woke up still craving. Are you craving something too, dollface?”

“Nothing from you,” You shook your head though the idea of his bleeding wrist did pop into your brain, “I-I need to see him.”

“Be my guest. Are you going naked?” You scowled at him, “Go clean up first, please. There should be something for you to wear in the bathroom.”

The two of you stared awkwardly until Bucky realized you weren’t going to move until he left the room, “Fine,” He raised his hands in defeat, “They always get shy in the morning.” He mumbled to himself as the door shut. You quickly hurried to the bathroom, shutting and locking it. 

Why the hell was Peter with Natasha? She’d look at him like she wanted to devour him, in a completely non-vampire kind of way. And he’d left you all alone for that man to find you. Sure, you’d done things last night you weren’t proud of but he’d promised that things would go back to normal after. 

You freshened up in the sink, throwing on a night blue, silk nightgown. You had to scrub the dry blood off of your lips and your inner thighs and you were forced to relive the night. Everything was perfect but as soon as you thought about who watched and probably got off to it, you only felt guilty. You felt even more guilty that you were craving more blood. 

The room was empty when you stepped back into it. Tip toeing over to the bedroom door, you made sure to check to see if the coast was clear before stepping out into the hallway. You thought you could find Peter, snap him out of whatever trance he was in, and take the two of you home even if you had to carry him out on your back. 

“Natasha warned me to keep an eye on you,” He appeared in front of you so suddenly that a small shriek left your lips. You backed up quickly only to run into another tall figure. 

“Bucky, you’re going to hurt her,” Steve warned, his deep voice sending chills down your spine. 

Bucky smirked, “No blood, no foul.”

“You say that now.”

You stepped away from both of them, your back pressing against the nearest wall, “Would you like breakfast, doll?” Steve asked, catching you off guard. 

“You should get something on your stomach, doll,” Bucky seemed to mimic Steve’s concerned nature which caused Steve to press his lips into a frustrated, thin line. 

“Where. Is. Peter? I want to go home.”

“He’s-”

Bucky interrupted him, “You can’t go home.”

“Buck-”

“There’s no use in sugarcoating it,” Bucky stepped closer, resting his arm above you, “We need new blood bags and it’s not like you guys have much to go back to.” 

“We’re not blood bags-”

“We’re all blood bags,” Bucky chuckled, “You guys need us too. Anyways, it’s not a request. Steve is just nicer than me but we’re all going to take what we want.”

You slipped away from him, your feet pushing you even though you knew you were faster. The only reason Bucky didn’t chase after you was because of Steve, “Peter!” You called out, running down the hall, “Peter!” You frantically opened each door you walked past until you got to the end of the hallway. 

When you stormed in, you found him shirtless, sprawled on a bed. Natasha, in a robe, was in front of a vanity, brushing through her red hair. You hurried over to the bed, grabbing a hold of his shoulders, “Peter, we have to get out of here.”

He smiled, softly grabbing ahold of your arm, “My love, you’re so beautiful, you know that?” He was so high that you weren’t even sure if he was really seeing you. 

Tears pricked your eyes, “You promised, Peter. You promised.”

He shushed you, “It’s okay, just give me a few … hours. We’ll be … okay.”

You felt hands on your waist that you didn’t fight. She brushed a piece of hair from your face, touching your cheek with her freezing hand, “I knew you’d like her, Buck. They're both so perfect,” Natasha guided you away from the bed and towards the door where the other two vampires were standing, “So who gets the first bite?”

“Steve’s had his fun. She’s mine tonight.” 

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hope you enjoyed that fun little one-shot!

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Long Non-Stony Action/Adventure Podfics

I put together a Stony version of this list last year, and finally got around to a non-Stony version. This is mostly Stucky, but there's a delightful gen fic and a lovely Steve-centric multiship story in here too.

[Podfic] Assets Out of Containment

read by seleneaurora (@seleneaurora80) (Gen, Teen, 6.5 hours)

Summary: After CA:TWS, Bucky Barnes suspects HYDRA is running a project in a little place called Jurassic World, and decides to go poke it with a stick.

Based on Assets Out of Containment by follow_the_sun (@lasrina)

(podfic) When You Wake

read by secondalto (Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov, Sharon Carter/Steve Rogers, Explicit, 2.5 hours)

Note: I found this fic to be kind of emotionally devastating, so maybe save it for a day where you feel like crying for while.

Summary: Live. Die. Repeat. Steve learns to navigate a life where his death resets time, robbing memories from those around him, changing the course of his constantly rewriting history.

Based on when you wake by sevenfoxes

The rest is under the cut!

[Podfic] Memory

read by quietnight (@quietnighty) (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Teen, 2.5 hours)

Summary: He remembered nothing. After the first few weeks, he asked to be called James.

Based on Memory by orphan_account

[Podfic] On a Pale Horse | written by leveragehunters

read by Tipsy_Kitty (@tipsyxkitty) (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Teen, 2.5 hours)

Summary: Fast and fierce, the Horse Guard protect the Kingdom and its people, and they welcome anyone into their ranks-noble, commoner, or peasant-so long as they can ride a horse like they were born to it. Guard Barnes—Bucky—has come to the Kingdom's largest horse fair to find a new horse. He's supposed to choose from one of the approved horses; instead he finds himself buying a tall, skinny, angry stallion with the ridiculous name of Steve. Bucky can't leave him behind, but he's nothing like what Bucky's looking for and everything Bucky doesn't want. But Bucky's more right than even he knows because Steve's not a horse at all. He's a man under a curse, victim of a powerful sorcerer's temper and magic, and he's bound to never, by action or deed, reveal what he truly is. It's gonna be one hell of a ride.

Based on On a Pale Horse by leveragehunters

[Podfic] If Wishing Made It So

read by seleneaurora (@seleneaurora80) (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Teen, 3.5 hours)

Summary: Modern Winter Soldier AU where Bucky is a genie who became HYDRA's Asset. When HYDRA found the Tesseract they also found a genie in a bottle. Knowing a genie's wishes are a trap that will turn and bite you, they used the power of the Tesseract to enslave the genie. It cost them three wishes but it bought them an Asset with power greater than any human and for 70 years they used him to work HYDRA's will on the world. Until they lost him. His bottle washes up on a beach and he's found by a new Master, Steve Rogers. Steve, horrified at having absolute power over someone, has a very different approach to being in control of a genie. While Bucky waits for his new Master to show his true colours they're trying to work out how to live with each other. Bucky doesn't trust Steve, Steve's friends don't trust Bucky, and no one realises HYDRA has not let their Asset go so easily.

Based on If Wishing Made It So by leveragehunters

[Podfic] [2021 Re-Pod] Closed Book

read by quietnight (@quietnighty) (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Explicit, 4 hours)

Summary: Bucky woke up with a headache, a mouth that tasted like something had died in it, and hands-down, swear-to-god, the most beautiful man he had ever seen asleep in his lap. Bucky was also, he realized after a moment, strapped down to a hospital bed with about six different monitors making unsynced, equally piercing, beeps. Beyond that he couldn’t quite see—there was a hideous floral curtain pulled around the bed, and while he could just make out figures moving in the room beyond it, the pattern made his head pound even worse the longer he looked at it. So. That was concerning.

Based on Closed Book by AggressiveWhenStartled

[Podfic] Fourth Floor

read by Tipsy_Kitty (@tipsyxkitty) (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Teen, 4 hours)

Summary: Steve has his life in order, okay. He goes to wizard college, even if he can't technically do magic. He has his own apartment, even though it's small and dinky and kind of gross, and forgets to exist sometimes, and might also be alive? Plus, he has a crush on the hot cyborg in unit 404 who cooks fiendishly good breakfast foods, and may or may not have some kind of weird connection to the sentient building they live in. He's not sure. He's dealing, all right, his life is in tip-top condition, or it was until an eldritch monstrosity called the Hydra started posing as a real estate company to try and buy over his new home. He's really pissed about that. (The one where Steve is an angry millennial wizard, Sam is a Disney prince, Natasha is a shapeshifter, and Bucky is a spoiler.)

Based on Fourth Floor by dirtybinary

[Podfic] The Necrofloranomicon

read by Tipsy_Kitty (@tipsyxkitty) (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Teen, 5 hours)

Summary: Bucky didn't want much. Just to keep his head down, to sell his scavenged flowers in peace, and to stay off Shield's radar. His life would have been a lot easier if his flowers weren't dead and if being a necromancer wasn't illegal, but easy or not, he was getting by. Steve didn't want much, either. He was happy working for Shield, he had good friends, and overall his life was going just about the way he wanted it. Problem was, being happy with your life was generally an invitation for fate to throw a spanner in the works—and in Steve's specific case, it was going to be a spanner named Bucky. (A love story about flowers, trust, and magic and the choices we make about doing what's right.)

Based on The Necrofloranomicon by leveragehunters

[Podfic] Out of the Dead Land

read by quietnight (@quietnighty) (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Explicit, 8 hours)

Summary: Someone is building machines that look and act like people. Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier tries to be Bucky Barnes.

Based on Out of the Dead Land by orphan_account

[Podfic] cascades.

read by quietnight (@quietnighty) (Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Mature, 15 hours)

Summary: “Holy shit,” Howard says, crackling through the speakers. “You alive in there?” Lying is a sin, of course, but Steve’s not sure what else he can do. He’s already lied to the government and Bucky and God Almighty; and himself, himself most of all. He ought to tell the truth. That he’s not quite what they hoped for. That perhaps they should put him back into the ocean. “Probably,” he says, instead, listening to Howard’s tinny laughter; and waits for the blast doors to unlock.

Based on cascades. by orange_crushed

[tethrarisms]

I apologize in advance but @hoaryhoggoths​ and I created this Doomstrange x Good Omens AU and everything fits like a glove, I can’t.

Hear us out:

Aziraphale = Stephen

Crowley = Doom

Anathema = Wanda

Newt = Vision

Warlock = Valeria Richards

Warlock’s parents: Sue and Reed

Adam Young = Illyana Rasputin

Adam’s parents: Charles and Erik

Archangel Gabriel = Steve Rogers

Sandalphon = Tony Stark

Michael = Namor

Uriel = T'Challa

Pepper = Zelma

Wensleydale = Billy Kaplan

Brian = Nico Minoru

Sister Mary Loquacious = Scott Lang

Madame Tracy = Natasha

Witchfinder Sergeant Shadwell = Bucky

Death = Death

Pollution = Oblivion

Famine = Eternity

War = Infinity

Beelzebub = Emma Frost

Hastur = Daimon

Ligur = Satana

Satan = Mephisto/Belasco

God = Vishanti

Stephen is the dumb angel who is both very smart and stupid, also he’s afraid of the Vishanti. Yet, he gives the Eye of Agamotto to Adam and Eve because he’s so caring and naive. And Doom immediately falls in love with him the moment he says “I GAVE IT AWAY”. Stephen call his bookshop “the Sanctum Sanctorum” but he hates having clients. He loves his old tomes very much. Also he loves food, mostly tea. Victor hates when Stephen says that “Vishanti’s plan is ineffable,” tho.

Doom, on the other hand, is very practical but he doesn’t like being a demon. He didn’t mean to fall, he just wanted to save his mother’s figure from hell and thus was cast away. The fall burned and scarred his face, this is why he wears sunglasses all the time. Everyone blames him for the misery he put humanity through but actually he does nothing wrong ever (the only exception being when he plays god with his plants). “GROW BETTAAAAH”, he screams dramatically. Doom was once a very powerful archangel and created Alpha Centauri. Now he just grows more and more attached to the dumb angel at Greenwich Village.

When Satana and Daimon gave the Antichrist (Illyana) to Victor, he left the baby in Father Lang’s hands. He was supposed to switch the US Ambassador and wife’s (Reed and Sue Richards) child and the Antichrist, but he screwed things up. Illyana ended up going to Erik and Charles’ home, while Valeria became Sue and Reed’s child. The third child is unkown to us.

Stephen and Victor then, intending to avoid doomsday, have this brilliant idea to infiltrate the Richards’ Baxter Mansion and being figures of bad and good influence to Valeria. Victoria is now her nanny, while Brother Steven is the gardner. Victoria will sing lullabies about conquering the world and crushing enemies, while Brother Steven will say: “Don’t listen to her. Listen to me.”

When they conclude their mission, they return to their regular activities, believing Valeria will not become the Antichrist. Except they’re wrong. During Valeria’s 11th birthday party, they expected the hellhound to appear. But it never shows up. “Wrong child.”

The hellhound finds Illyana, who names it Bats. Nico, Billy and Zelma are Illy’s best friends and they’re inseparable. Charles and Erik are worried about Illy, but they try their best to be good parents.

In the meantime, Wanda Maximoff flies to America in order to find the Antichrist. She carries her family’s legacy: witchcraft and the book called Darkhold. Interestingly enough, Wanda loses the Darkhold when Victor hits her with his car. Wanda only accepts their aid because she’s so sure they’re a gay couple. “Come on, angel.” Oh, everything makes sense now. Also Victor is so bitter, he keeps teasing Stephen for performing miracles. “Oh, Vishanti, heal this bike.”

We’re also introduced to Vision, a synthezoid who, ironically enough, is bad with computers. Vision meets an old man named Sergeant Bucky who is very committed to find and burn witches. He lives next to Madame Natasha, whom he despises for her profession. Bucky hires Vision as a witchfinder.

Meanwhile, Archangel Steve Rogers and Tony go visit Stephen in the Sanctum regarding the Antichrist. They’re bad at playing humans. “Thank you for my pornography!” Tony yells for everyone to hear. “You can’t make a war without war! That’s brilliant, Tony!”, Steve says. There are other angels, such as T’Challa and Namor. Rumors say they’re called the Illuminati.

As doomsday approaches, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse rise: Eternity, Infinity, Oblivion and Death.

Finding out that Doom lied about the Antichrist, Satana and Daimon Hellstrom go haunt Victor. Satana ends up dead (but not really because these two always come back). White Queen of Hell Emma Frost is not pleased, though. Good thing her demonic group called The Cabal was in cahoots with one of the Illuminati, the archangel Namor.

As things get more complicated, Stephen and Victor have an argument. Victor wants to go to Alpha Centauri and Stephen is afraid of betraying Heaven.

"How long have been acquaintances?"

"Acquaintances? We're not acquaintances. We're an angel and a demon."

Victor tries to convince him one last time but Stephen is adamant. “We can run away together. Alpha Centauri!” When Stephen refuses once more, Victor is tired and angry and frustrated. “I’m going home, Angel. And when I’m off in the stars, I won’t even think about you!”

Victor, obviously, can’t live without Stephen. So of course he goes back to the Sanctum, only to find it in flames. He’s desperate, mostly because he knows the pain of being burned, but Stephen is nowhere to be found. “SOMEONE KILLED MY BEST FRIEND! FOOLS! ALL OF YOU!” He then saves the only book that didn’t become ash, the Darkhold.

Stephen, on the other hand, accidentally goes to Heaven and returns to Earth without a body. He then, after reassuring Victor, possesses Madame Natasha and, with Sergeant Bucky’s help, go after the Antichrist.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are defeated by Nico, Billy and Zelma. Illy fixes Stephen’s body situation. Emma and Steve, on the other hand, are not pleased, but they can’t make a point about Vishanti’s ineffable plan. Mephisto/Belasco then appear, which makes Doom loses all hope. “We’re fucked!” he utters. Stephen is not convinced and forces Victor to act, or he’ll never talk to him again. Victor curses and stops time itself so they can come up with a plan. They show their true form (their wings are huge and beautiful) and hold Illyana’s hands. When the devil comes for her, the girl shouts that they’re not her dad. She keeps yelling until it becomes true. Her dads, after all, are Erik and Charles.

Heaven and Hell then want their revenge on Stephen and Victor, but they swap  bodies. Victor laughst at Steve, T’Challa and Tony’s faces when they try to burn him, while Stephen is having so much fun in the bathtub filled with holy water, courtesy of Namor

When all is over, they bodyswap back and have a very pleasant date at the Ritz.

“I like to think that none of this would have worked out if you weren’t, at heart, just a little bit of a good person.”

“And if you weren’t, deep down, just enough of a fool to be worth knowing.”

“To the world.”

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I might be forgetting something but!!! BUT!!! THIS!!

[jacksfandomrandom]

Vickie is 100% the type to unsafely bind. He first used bandages and duck tape over a sports bra but then Charlie found out and gave him binders. He loved the binders but even though Charlie told him the rules for wearing it, he went against them. He loved to work out in binders and sleep in them but his body hated it so much. He would have such a hard time breathing on his morning runs. One time he fainted on the treadmil and Razzle had to alert Charlie. He really didn't want Victor to damage his body but he also hated seeing him so dysphoric and depressed. So they now do binder checks before sleeping and working out.

[rainydaydream-gal18]

Steve Rogers x Reader: The Nutcracker (AU) Part 1

[Author’s Note:  Sooooo I started this story last year and never got around to finishing it, so I ended up taking the parts I’d written off tumblr.  This time, I finally wrote an end to this story and felt like it’d be a nice thing to post around the holidays.

It’s an Avengers fanfic, but it’s the story of the Nutcracker (more like the Barbie one where the reader is not a little girl lol)

Warning, these are long]

   With a sigh, you watched the clock tick from a spot on the floral-patterned couch as you fiddled with a pencil and blank sheet of paper and thought of something to draw.  Your younger brother busied himself playing with the action figures your grandparents got him as a Christmas Eve present.  He was so spoiled it drove you crazy.  It seemed he got everything he wanted at the drop of a hat.  Grandparents are supposed to spoil you a little, but it felt like everyone took part in spoiling him.  Meanwhile, you worked hard and tried to earn what you wanted on your own.

      Your grandfather entered the sitting room, pocket watch in hand.  “Your Aunt Lily has arrived,” he announced.  “Why don’t you kids help her with the bags?”

     He was so cute.  To him, the two of you would always be “kids.”  You immediately got off the couch to help, but paused.

    “_(brother’s name),” you called to your brother.  He glanced up from his action figures.  “Are you going to help?”

    He resumed moving the action figures around.  “I’ll be there in a minute.”  Translation in little brother language: Never.

   Sensing your irritation, your grandpa nodded.  “I appreciate you helping out, Gumdrop.  Thank you.”

    You couldn’t be upset anyway because Aunt Lily was here!  She was definitely the cool aunt that took you out shopping and encouraged you to be yourself.  You had actually formed a friendship as you grew more mature.  Only problem is, she was almost constantly trying to interest you with a guy.  Every Christmas it was the same thing; her gesturing to handsome strangers and giving you suggestive looks.  Still, she was very fun to be around.

    “____________!” she greeted as you emerged from the hallway into your grandparents’ kitchen where some of the relatives gathered to welcome her.  “There’s my favorite niece!  Merry Christmas.”

    “Merry Christmas!” You said with a laugh as she pulled you into a big hug.  After a long squeeze, Aunt Lily released you.  “How was the trip?”

    “It was good!  Long, but good.”

    “Awesome,” you nodded.  “Let me help you with your things.”

   “You’re such a sweetheart,” she grinned.  “There are a few goodies in the trunk of my car if you don’t mind grabbing them for me.  Thank you so much!”  You grinned back and headed to the front door to slide on your boots.  A part of you hated stepping out into the snowy afternoon.  The icy winds chilled you to the bone instantly, but seeing everything clad in sparkling white was worth it.  You folded your arms and hurried past the dozen cars belonging to other relatives until you reached Aunt Lily’s.  After retrieving the big Christmas bags and a suitcase, you locked the car and went inside.

   “I think that’s everything,” you stated, kicking the snow off your boots at the doormat.  Some snow may have gotten on your Captain America socks.  Ugh.

   “Thank you again!”  Aunt Lily took a few bags off your hands.  As you helped her put gifts under the tree, you both got caught up.  She told you about her most recent road trip, the hotel she stayed at and even the celebrity she ran into, while you listed in wonder.  In turn, you told her about college and all the latest friend group drama.  After everything was unpacked, Aunt Lily reached under the tree and picked out a wrapped gift.  “This,” she began, handing it to you, “is for you.  An early Christmas gift from me.”

   “Oh,” you smiled.  “Thank you!”  You in turn grabbed a particular gift from under the tree and handed it to her.  “This is for you!”

    She gave you a kiss on the cheek.  “You’re such a sweetie.”

    After unloading the remaining things from her car, you found a quiet place away from the family hustle and bustle to open your gift from her.  Your brother came running into the room.

   “Look what Aunt Lily got me!”  He held up a box of building blocks set.  The picture on the front of the box showed what the finished product would look like.  This one resembled superhero compound, complete with the heroes in figurine form.  “What did you get, ___________?” He asked as he climbed over into your personal space.  But of course, he couldn’t leave you in peace for five minutes.

   You rolled your eyes.  “I don’t know yet, bro, I haven’t had the chance to open it yet.”

   “Oh,” he shrugged.  “Well then, carry on.”

   With a few rips, you tore through the wrapping paper like you had when you were a kid just for fun.  As soon as you saw the red, white, and blue shield you gasped.  

   It was a Captain America themed nutcracker!  He was so adorable too!  His outfit was red-white, and blue, and sort of looked more like the usual princely garb a nutcracker would wear instead of his usual costume, but he held the shield in one hand.

   “Oh wow!  This is so neat!”  You exclaimed.  

   “I’m so glad you like it,” Aunt Lily said.  She had entered the room to watch your reaction.  It was no secret that you went crazy for this sort of thing.  You were a total geek when it came to Marvel movies as well as Marvel-related merch, and you were proud.

   “I wanna see!”  Your brother whined as he struggled to reach for it.

   “__(brother’s name)__,” Aunt Lily scolded.  “That is ____________’s.  I got you something of your own.  Why don’t you go put it together?”

   He immediately became preoccupied with his own project, and you mouthed the words “thank you” to your aunt.  A dazzling smile played on her lips in response.  She was the coolest.

   The whole family squeezed into your grandparents’ dining room for dinner. It was a lively meal with people chatting and catching up.  Some relatives lived far away and could only visit a few times a year, so this was kind of a big deal.  You were asked a million questions about college, your part-time job, and friends. You filled everyone in on the deets about classes and the part-time job you got working at the local bookstore.

   “We’re so proud of you,” Aunt Lily said, and you couldn’t help but grin back. That was always nice to hear.

   “This one is so smart.  Always has her nose in a book, whether it is for school or just because she enjoys reading,” your mother said.  You blushed at the attention.

   “That’s good,” your grandma said.  “Keep it up.  Keep learning.”

   A few conversations later, the family went to their rooms to get changed into pajamas for the evening.  There would be a Christmas movie or two in the living room shortly.  Since your brother was the youngest in the family, he got to pick the movie.  The two of you exchanged knowing looks, and he chose Polar Express.

   “Yesss!” you gave him a big hug.

   As much as the two of you could be annoyed with each other, he was still your brother.  Both of you sat next to each other in pajamas and shared a bowl of popcorn as your grandpa tried to figure out how to work the DVD player.  Technology had developed to the point where any movie could be accessed digitally in an instant, and he was still trying to understand how DVD players worked.  You felt bad, but you and your brother tried to hold back giggles.

   At the start of the movie, you were bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.  As it progressed though, you began to feel tired. Before you knew it, you were drifting off to sleep.

   - - - - 

   “I’m sorry, __________,” someone sobbed.  You were awake instantly, blinking your eyes open.  The living room was empty.  It was after midnight, and everyone must have gone to bed already. The TV was off, but a cozy fire warmed the room with a dim light from the fireplace.  You rubbed your eyes and focused on your brother who stood in front of you, crying.

   “What?  What’s wrong?” you asked with a sigh.

   “I...I didn’t mean to do it.  I just wanted to play…”

   Your eyes went from his teary eyes to what he held in his hand.  It was your Captain America nutcracker.  His arm had been twisted at an odd angle.  Your brother held the shield, which had broken off, in his other hand.  Your first instinct was to get angry.

   “What did you do?” you demanded.  “You shouldn’t have been playing with him in the first place. Aunt Lily gave him to me.  You got your own present!”            

   “I know, I’m sorry,” he cried.  “I didn’t mean to break him.”

   You sighed again.  It was apparent he really felt bad, and you knew he would never have broken something of yours on purpose.

   “It’s okay,” you said finally.  “Well, it’s not okay, but I forgive you.  Thank you for coming to me instead of trying to hide it.”

   Relief washed over his face that you weren’t going to freak out on him, but he still showed signs of guilt.  “I can get you a new one.”

   “No, no, that’s okay.  This one is special from Aunt Lily, and I’m not going to give up on him just because he had a little rough patch.”  You gently took the nutcracker from your brother.  “You don’t give up on people just because they’re broken.”  

   You focused your attention on the Captain America nutcracker in hand.  He still needed a little fixing.  Your brother went and fetched some glue from the miscellaneous drawer in the kitchen. You used a ribbon from the package Aunt Lily gave your earlier to make a sort of temporary sling to keep the nutcracker’s arm in place.  You looked into his painted blue eyes and smiled.  They seemed to sparkle now.  Perhaps they had always been this bright, and you just hadn’t noticed before.

   Your brother returned with the glue, and helped you reattached the shield. He did a good job.

   “There,” you said.  “He’s looking pretty good.”

   “Yeah, he is.”  Your brother agreed.  Then, he wiggled his eyebrows.  “Good enough to kiss?”

   You gave him a look.

   “What?  I heard you talking to your friend on the phone once.  I know you think Captain America is ‘hawt,’ so don’t even deny it.”

   You rolled your eyes and grabbed the nearest couch pillow to fling at his face. “Alright, you just ruined the brother-sister bonding moment.”

   He stuck his tongue out at you.

   “What are you, two years old?” You threw another couch pillow.  “Anyway, it’s late.  I’m going back to sleep.”  You gathered the pillows again and fluffed them up before lying back down on the couch.  “I think I’ll stay out here and enjoy the fire.”

   “Okay, I’m going to my room,” your brother said.  “Goodnight, thanks for not killing me.”

   “Goodnight,” you opened a sleepy eye to watch him leave the room.  Then, you chuckled.  “Oy, I’m tired…”

               - - - -

   Crash.  You were ripped from a cozy, deep slumber to the sound of glass shattering.  A loud bang sounded.  More glass shattered.  You would have blamed your grandparents’ cat if it weren’t for the fact that they haven’t had a cat in years.

   That’s when you really woke up.  Fear gripped you as the sounds came from behind the couch, near the Christmas tree. It had to be an intruder.  But what the hay were they doing near the tree? Stealing presents?  A part of you was scared to look.  Still, you slowly and quietly poked your head up just enough to peek over the back of the couch.

   What you saw amazed and horrified you.

   Your Captain America nutcracker was launching his shield at what looked like a miniature Chitauri.

   “What the actual heck?” you whispered.

   The Chitauri was decapitated, but another leapt out from behind the Christmas tree.  The nutcracker charged at him and engaged in hand-to-hand combat.   More jumped in, and he fought them off skillfully.  But he didn’t seem to notice another sneaking up behind him.

   You weren’t sure what came over you.  Whether this was a dream or not, you did not want to see Captain America get mauled by one of those creepy things.  You hurried around the couch.

   “Watch out!” you called out, and fortunately, you reached him in time. Without thinking, you stomped your foot. Ew.  There might be creepy chitauri gunk under your slipper now…

   Your nutcracker looked up at you, his painted blue eyes seemingly sparkled more now.

   “Thanks,” he said.

   “No problem…” You managed a smile and a shrug.  This was crazy.  It had to be a dream.

   He seemed to sense your unease.  “This must be strange for you,” he said as he resumed fighting oncoming enemies.  “I will explain soon.”

   “Sure,” you nodded, biting your lip as you noticed a particularly large group of chitauri crowding around your feet.  It was no trouble.  A few swift kicks sent them all flying.  

   “Hm, darling,” a strangely familiar voice spoke.  “This isn’t going to work…I cannot afford any flaws in my plan.”

   “Loki?” you said in disbelief.  “But it’s been years since the first Avengers came out…Why are you still the bad guy?”

   He emerged from behind the tree, a little shorter than your Captain America nutcracker, except he had used his illusion abilities to look like a mouse. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.  “However, I do know that you are getting in the way.  You’re too tall, I’d rather you be small…” He waved his scepter, and suddenly everything around you began to grow.  

   Or rather, it was you who was shrinking.  

   The chitauri that were coming at your feet so pitifully became more of a threat as you reached their eye level.  You squeaked as they crowded you, one grabbing your arm.  Just then, a few of them roared and began to back off.

   Your nutcracker came barreling into the mob, quickly wrapping a wooden arm around you and pulling you from the danger.

   “Y-you rescued me,” you gasped.  “Thank you!”

   “Of course,” he replied.  “But don’t thank me yet, _________.”  He released you, but kept holding your hand as he raced away.  “We’ve got to get out of here and back to the Kingdom.”

   “What?”

   “Yes, to find the Sugarplum Princess.  She’s the only one who can change you back and rescue us all from the Wannabe Mouse King.”

   “Oh, goodie.”  You clung to him as he leaped up onto a tree branch.  “And how do we find this Sugar Pear-“

      “Sugarplum Princess,” he corrected gently.  “And I’m not sure.”  The two of you became the climb up the tree.  You had done some tree-climbing as a kid, but this was something else.  

      You wondered why the heck the two of you were climbing the tree if you needed to get back to this “Kingdom.”  Your nutcracker remained at your side, ensuring you didn’t fall whenever your foot slipped on a branch.

   “We have to get to the star of the tree,” he said, as if reading your thoughts.  “It’s our way out.”

   Behind you, a few chitauri-minions began climbing too.  The Mouse King with Loki’s voice shouted commands and threats to them as you and the nutcracker managed to reach the top.

   The star looked so big and bright to you in this size.  Was it just you, or….was it glowing brighter?

   Nutcracker-Steve ushered you closer to the star.  He took your hand in his and touched it to the star.  With that, there was a flash of light, a sensation of falling, and suddenly you felt chilly.

   Opening your eyes, you saw a blanket of white stretching out miles and miles before you.  Snowy mountains stood strong and beautiful to the left of the scene, and a frozen lake far on the right.

   “W-where are we?  This does not look like my grandparents’ living room.”

   “This is the Kingdom,” Steve said.  “This is what I’m fighting to protect.  The Mouse King desperately wants to rule over this place and its people, but we can’t let that happen.  I’ve already wandered so far off track.”

   You had to admit it was beautiful here.  Everything was coated in sparkling light, resembling Narnia when the Pevensie children first arrived.  Only you got here through a tree star, not a wardrobe.  And it was still night here.

   “So, what do we do?” you asked, hugging yourself to try and retain some warmth. Steve’s painted eyes seemed to soften sympathetically.

   “I’m sorry about the cold.  Well, I’m sorry about all of this, actually.”

   “It’s fine. You can’t really help it.” Your breath rose up in a cloud through the air with each word.

   “I’ll tell you what,” he said, running a wooden hand down your arm in a pointless attempt to warm you.  “We’ll head to the nearest town for some warm clothes and supplies.  Then we need to find out where the Sugarplum Princess is.”

   “Sure, it seems I don’t have much choice.  I might freeze to death otherwise,” you mumbled.  Steve attached his shield to his back and began trekking through the snow.  You followed in his footsteps, hoping to avoid getting lots of snow in your slippers. Unfortunately, it was inevitable. Before long, snow had gotten into your slippers and melted around your feet, making them ice-cold.  The snow began to pick up, and it seemed to become a blizzard.

   “The Mouse King knows we’re here,” Steve shouted to you.  “He’s trying to make things more difficult.”

   “But of course he has ice powers,” you complained, teeth chattering.

   Not much longer after that, you saw a warm light in the distance.  It glowed faintly through the intense snowfall. The sight of it alone made you think of warm blankets and clothes, sitting comfortable and dry by a fireplace. Oh, you hoped they’d be welcoming.

   “Almost there, _________,” Steve told you.  “We’re almost there.  Hang in there.”

PART 2

[knowone08b]

Okay so I was goin through @belovedranboo blog and reading through their reincarnated au abt foolish and eret, and how the Universe loves them very much and how the Universe lets eret remember foolish whenever they are reincarnated. That got me thinking abt the ‘Universe‘ and how it loves eret and foolish very much. I have a headcannon that the Universe loves everyone very much. Like, eve Minecraft person and smp there was (and every person that played on a server). But, there is only teo people the Universe has not loved: Herobrine and DreamXD. The Universe doesn’t love Herobrine anymore because he challenged the Universe’s power (also: he was the first Minecraft player created by the Universe before Steve and Alex, who r basically the adam and eve of Minecraft, minus the snake and the Original Sin). He was named Herobrine because he would be the ’hero’ of Minecraft. He then became evil somehow (idk still working abt how he became evil and scary) and did bad things, which he did one really bad thing that made the Universe not love him anymore (idk what the bad thing is yet :p). How the Universe no longer loved DreamXD was kinda similar. DreamXD started as a regular Minecraft character, but he later wanted to be the most perfect Minecraft character so he can impress the universe so he can gain its power (also note that ppl who had creative mode weren’t as powerful or could do the things that the Universe could do). So, DreamXD went to slay Herobrine. He did (or so he thought...?). The Universe was sad abt this because they began to relove Herobrine again after so many years (also note that herobrine was more passive to ppl than he was b4). So, the Universe fell out of love for DreamXD. He was given creative mode thru cheats, and left to create his own server (or his own private world). That was the Dreamsmp. What he didn’t know was that there was a mortal counterpart to him named Dream. The rest abt the Dream smp is history (also note that the Universe has little control over the smp becuz of DreamXD and instead of having infinite lives like other smps and servers, ppl only has three ’canon’ ones. The only thing the Universe was able to do on the smp is that if someone dies on the smp and its not canon or that relevant in the story, it wont be counted as a loss of a life. Besides that, DreamXD (and drista, who the Universe loves) control the smp.

TL;DR: I create Universe lore based off of the ending poem when u beat the ender dragon

[anthonyed]

SteveTony Fic Recs

Feel Good

You Look A Lot Like My Next Boyfriend (91k + of satisfaction)

A Steve/Tony College AU. Tony attempts to “reform” his public image by doing charity work. Steve volunteers at said charity. They meet and kind of hate each other. Then, somehow, they end up friends. And one day Tony realizes he might be a little bit in love with Steve, which wouldn’t be that bad if Steve weren’t pretty much straight.

we must love one another and die (14k + of books, poetry, warmth and love)

There’s not much to do in sickbeds but read. Steve figures this out pretty early on. (Or, Tony and Steve bond over Lord of the Rings, among other things.)

Plot Heavy

Genesis (616/ultimates - 35k + of the best gender swap fic i’ve ever read)

Reluctant to make the truth about their secret weapon known, the American Government tells the world that Captain America is a man named Steve Rogers. According to public record, he died, tragically, in 1945, and he became legend. In 1998, the Avengers find a body trapped in ice.

She’s alive. Her name is Eve. She has Captain America’s shield.

Bond Has It Covered (66k of perfection. from their interactions to everything - a must read!)

Tony thought they had trouble getting along when they were dealing with a major global crisis. Apparently that had nothing on how they fell apart when they weren’t distracted by smashing aliens.

Resurrection-verse (616 - read it. you just have to. there are so many issues being tackled in this, it’s brilliant)

Doom brings Steve back from the dead. Hijinks ensue, some of which might vaguely be considered plot.

Semaphore (40k + what are you doing if you still haven’t read this?)

“I’m trying to like you, Tony. You’re just making it very hard." - Steve Rogers

Relativistic Heat Conduction (616 - dystopian style, the kind which promises beauty in the wash of destruction)

Ultron has attacked, obliterating most of the world's superheroes and resistance in a matter of hours. The remaining heroes band together and share what strength they have to get through it, to survive, and defeat Ultron once and for all. Steve Rogers grieves in the wake of the disaster and the heroes' defeat, and no one knows if he will be able to provide the leadership they need--but Tony Stark isn't about to let him slip away that easily.

Angst

Lay in The Wake of Destruction (9k + of man i love, love, love this so much i can cry. it’s jumpy in terms of time but i just - i love this so damn much)

In which Steve temporarily loses the plot and goes AWOL, Tony deals with everyone’s shit and neglects to mention to SHIELD that Steve is actually possibly in his bed, AIM soldiers get discombobulated in various nasty ways, Bucky is a good captain and Clint is adamant that he’ll only shoot Steve in the face if Tony tells him to.

Sucker Punch (616 - 20k + of pain. the absolute perfect kind. it’s so unapologetically hurtful i am gone for it. just like the title, it’s a sucker punch alright. it’s my forever reread)

Steve never quite warms to Tony Stark, Avengers benefactor. The Molecule Man never strips Iron Man out of his armor. Life goes on for the Avengers, but as disagreements split the team -- and Shellhead and Winghead-- again and again, Steve wonders why Iron Man always picks Tony over him. And when Steve finds out, it happens in the worst way possible.

Just Because I like Them

i have found the one (whom my soul loves) (13k + of my favourite post MCU-cacw ever. the kind you just crave for on some days.)

It’s been months since the Avengers were pardoned. One by one, they’d all gone home, until Steve finds himself alone in the grand old building T'Challa had given them. But everything changes when Steve answers the doorbell, and Tony Stark strides in with more grey on his temple and make-up on his face than Steve remembers. 

Hating Steve Rogers (16k + guide to fall in love with MCU Steve Rogers. what can i say, sometimes i really need this)

The thing about hating Steve Rogers is that it shouldn’t be easy - but it really, really is.

Some Kind of Personal War (part 2/3 of One More troubled Soul - verse which I highly recommend because I A D O R E)

And Tony realizes that working out who the Winter Soldier used to be and who he is now are two entirely different things. (in which Steve is the Winter Soldier)

Someone To Love (47k + of enemies to lover to amnesic-what-do-you-mean-we’re-lover?)

What does it matter that it’d been because of Loki and his damn magic? He’d fallen in love with Steve once. He can do it again.

America Isn't Chicken (616 - 130k + of utter brilliance which i can't believe i f*cking forgot jfc!! Gold. This is GOLD. I love everything about this)

Steve and Tony playing the biggest (bestest) game of gay chicken

[captainjimothycarter]

I wouldn’t mind an AOS au with steggy 😁

OP, I am so sorry. I have no idea where I was going with this or what happened. I just wrote and wrote and wrote. It’s basically continued after the AU of Steve rescuing Peggy from Whitehall. 

--

“You are a blessing, darling. It’s hard finding the right person who can make a proper cuppa,” Peggy sighed when a becoming-familiar face handed her the properly done cup of tea. “I’m sorry, I keep having to ask but what was your name again? Jemma, right?”

The biochemist smiled from ear to ear as she took the spot beside Peggy bed, thankful it was vacant for once. “It’s okay that you must keep asking,” Jemma mused, giving a shrug. “You’ve gone through a terrible ordeal and are only in the thresholds of the healing processes. And for all in all, with what it’s worth, the fact you can remember much of anything is outstanding.”

“That’s what you keep saying - well you and the other medics.” She smiled over the rim of her mug, watching Jemma toy with the end of her shirt. “I know I’m not the easiest patient - I wasn’t years ago and I’m still not now. It’s hard to sit aside and let others do stuff for you. If I could walk to the loo and shower instead of having Steven assist me, I would. It’s a pride thing.”

“Something I think every Brit knows quite well. Both pairs turn to look at Hunter in the doorway, the man’s face covered in grease and soot, making Jemma snort into her hand. “What? What’s so funny?”

“The fact you look like you stepped out of a Mary Poppins productive,” Bobbi mused, patting Hunter on the head as she passed them. She took three steps back and smiled at the pair. “Steve’s on his way over after he debriefs with Coulson.”

Peggy’s face pinched, in both worry and pain as she sat up at the mention of Steve, Jemma immediately moving to ease her back down. “I’m fine, darling, I’m fine. Just a pull on the ribs is all. Steve, is he...is he…”

“Captain-Boy’s alive,” Hunter sighed, giving a roll of his eyes. He ignored the way Bobbi smacked aside the head. “What? Why would she be worried about him when he has the serum, that guy took many of our hits and…”

His voice trailed down the hall after Bobbi shot the pair an apologetic look.

Jemma just sighed and pinched her brow. “If they’re back, that means Fitz is too.” She stood up, adjusting her clothes, looking over Peggy once more. “I’ll be back in a few to give you your evening meds and let Steve have some personal time with you. Coulson has been working that man far too hard.”

“Steve works himself too hard when he gets a hero’s complex in his head,” Peggy agrees with a sigh. “He was like that when I first knew him. When something was...wrong, not that anything in the war was ever right, but he never allowed himself much of a moment to relax. He had to constantly be doing something to help someone. Especially if he feels guilty. And this…” She waved her hand over her body in the bed. “This is what he feels guilty about the most now. Blames himself that since his crashing of the plane did not terminate Hydra as he had hoped...that I was tortured because of it, because of his choice. It’s very difficult to argue with the likes of him, but I try.”

The young woman laughed, making Peggy’s lips turn into a soft smile. “Don’t I know the feeling? Don’t try to move around too much, we don’t need you to pull anything.”

--

“Any news?” Coulson asks, without looking up from the tablet he was reading.

Steve’s tongue clicked on the roof of his mouth and dug his thumbs into his belt. “Same as usual. Nothing. Just absolutely nothing.” He sounded both disappointed and frustrated. “We left as you said, Tony and Rhodey in charge.”

“Good,” the director sighed, picking his head up to look at Steve. “If there’s a move, they’ll let us know. Captain Rogers…”

Oh no. Steve did not like that look. He settled on the heels of his feet and raised his brow.

“As much as we’ve appreciate your dedication and help in this matter, especially given the personal stake at the claim, you can’t keep doing this. This...this isn’t the war anymore. Yes, Hydra is still about. Yes, there’s much work to be undone, but I won’t let you sit here and deteriorate yourself in front of me because you feel guilty about what happened to Miss Carter.” As Steve’s mouth opened to protest, Coulson shook his head firmly. “I’m not finished, Captain. I am well aware that you feel guilty over what’s happened with Miss Carter and Whitehall’s death has put some end to this but you need to allow yourself time to adjust and heal too. As does she, it’s why we’re benching you for a matter of time.”

The truth was, Steve wanted to be furious. He wanted to throw a tantrum as Clint called it, but instead, he just stared and nodded. Maybe he really knew what Coulson was doing - giving him what he needed. Time to be with Peggy without the guilt eating him up inside when he could and should be doing something. He would be - he’d be helping Peggy heal and recover from Whitehall. 

“Yes, sir,” Steve mused, clearing his throat. “Thank you, sir.”

--

“If you tell me not to look at it one more time, Hunter, I’m stabbing the needle through your eye.”

That’s what greeted Steve as he stepped back into the medic, a cool towel around the back of his neck. Peggy’s eyes flashed to him and saw the sheen of sweat and green on his face. 

“Did you faint?” She asked, batting Hunter’s hand away before Fitz came around to lead Steve to a similar chair beside Peggy. “You look terrible, darling.”

“I love you too,” he snorted, laying his head back. “No, I watched the needle.” Peggy’s cool hand found his and gave a gentle squeeze. 

“I told you not to do that.”

“Then you and Jemma agree on something.”

“A very sensible woman, then,” Peggy mused. Without even opening his eyes, he knew she was smiling. “I think Fitz agrees with me.”

“I do,” he teased, making Steve crack his eyes open. “Are you two ready for this?”

“How do we know it’ll even work?” Hunter mused, sitting back on a stool beside May. “You’re...what, blood transfusion?”

“Essentially,” Fitz replied. “The idea is to transfer some of Captai-Steve’s blood to Peggy’s. We have no idea how it will work the serum but with the...in a less word...crud in her veins, it should be that kick she needs to get rid of it.”

“We’ve done it before, remember?” Steve mused, picking his head up. He felt all eyes on him now. “1943, Italy. You were shot through the shoulder, they were aiming for me but you turned got in their way, the last second. Shot you clear through the shoulder. It took Bucky, Jones, Pinky, and Dugan to hold you down so Morita and I could get the bullet out and close the wound out fast enough. By the time we did, we agreed you’d lost far too much blood. Morita had to set up a quick transfusion right in the farmhouse we found to stay in. You were so out of it.”

“I remember being shot and I remember cursing at you. You kept telling me, ‘it would be okay’ and by the fifth time I heard it, I wanted to wring your neck.” Peggy’s cheeks tinted a soft pink. They only grew darker at May’s laugh.

“I think we know that feeling,” she mused, squeezing Peggy’s good arm as she walked by. “Saying ‘it would be okay’ loses its meaning when you’re bleeding out in the snow. Is that how you got those scars on your shoulder?”

“One of many,” Peggy sighed.

There was a connection between them that Steve did not understand and didn’t even try. He was a little startled when he came back to himself to find FitzSimmons had already started the procedure. He made the mistake of looking at the machine, feeling his stomach churn.

“You don’t like needles, do you?” Bobbi muses. She’s not judging him. She’s quiet, observing him in nature that doesn’t make him feel like he’s doing something wrong. “You keep paling every time you seem them.”

“I grew up in hospitals - so I’ve grown to associate needles with pain and I’m about never wrong when I do. There have been many times someones had to sew me up during the war, serum or not. Needles are not my favorite thing in the world, but I’ll deal with it, long as I don’t get to look at them.” His hand tightened around Peggy’s, watching the way her eyes squeezed shut. She didn’t like them much either. 

“What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?” Bobbi asked, making Peggy snort.

“What is this? Ask the 90-year-olds 20 questions?” Her words aren’t malice, curious, teasing, pressing.

Bobbi shrugs. “Or would you rather listen to the sound of the machine? We could all just sit quietly, then.”

Steve is quiet, feeling just how tired he was. It’s just them, Bobbi, and FitzSimmons left. Hunter and Mack had left out the side entrance, he remembered, give them privacy. It was odd, how they’d all just clicked together. This team quickly became his second home as much as the Avengers were. He’s even seen Bobbi and Clint around one another quite a few times, even him and Hunter. That was...a situation he didn’t want to get into.

“Butter pecan,” He finally said.

“Such an old person flavor,” Fitz muttered, rolling his eyes fondly.

“It is not. Fine, what’s yours?”

“Rocky road. It has everything you need, texture, chocolate, sweetness.”

“Fitz, this is a dessert, not a fine meal,” Bobbi mused. “Pegs? Jemma?”

“I think I’ll have to go with Steve’s butter pecan,” Jemma agrees, causing Steve to childishly stick his tongue out at Fitz. 

“Chocolate Fudge Strawberry with just a topping of whipped cream.” When Steve looks at her, she shrugs. “A girl can dream. You hate sweets.”

“No,” Steve corrected. “I loved them. I just gave my rations to you because you loved them even more.” 

It’s rare, these sneak peeks the Team gets into the Carter/Rogers’ old life together. How strongly they were connected to one another. 

“That’s sweet,” Bobbi muses. “Though, I guess chocolate tastes much different now, hm? Okay…”

“Did you two kiss before...everything?” Fitz asks, making Jemma smack him in the chest. “What?!”

“It’s fine,” Peggy laughs. She shares a look with Steve, the blonde is looking a little better now, more flushed. “We did. We even shared a bedroll or two.” 

“Well,” she continues. “The bedroom was out of necessity. There was a surprised snowstorm in July. We were forced to all take cover and the only tent we could pitch was barely big enough for us plus the Howlies. In order to save room, Steve and I shared a bedroll. Another time, we were forced to share a tent after mine got destroyed by a freak windstorm. As for the kiss…” Her hand squeezed Steve’s and she laughed again. “We were undercover and Steve’s a terrible spy. He almost blew our cover until I kissed him and shut him up.”

“I told you I shouldn’t have gone,” Steve breathed, his face flushing a bright pink despite it had nothing to do with the fact they were now pulling the needle out of him. “But you insisted.”

“There’s no one else I trust enough to watch my back.”

“How do you two feel?” Jemma broke the loving gaze between them, reluctant. Steve’s face flushed even darker and he shrugged, mentioning about feeling the same, just light-headed.

Their eyes fell to Peggy who slowly sat up and took in a deep breath. No sharp pain, no headache, no dull ache. “Better,” she breathed. “I think your plan worked, Fitz.”

“Best we keep an eye on you two for a day or so, just to be sure. Then, I think you two can be on your way.”

“Where are you going - once you two are cleared?” Jemma asks, curiosity in her tone.

“Coulson still has me benched but he hasn’t said anything about Peggy nor the fact she’ll certainly need a bodyguard.” There was intel Tony had fed him on unused Hydra bases in the South of the Atlantic that they should investigate.

“Smart,” Bobbi mused, a knowing look in her eye. “If you two ever need some...assistance, well you know where we are.”