#I think child Steven sulked about it for hours

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Thank You’s Go A Long Way *Steve Rogers x Reader*

@moonlight-mindfulness​ Requested: Steve working with a reader with intrusive thoughts (the depression/PTSD kind) and just giving her all the warmth and attention she needs whenever she feels bad, but also Reader being badass and just super sassy to him whenever she is in good spirits. I also just always like self care or someone helping the other w self care in fanfic. In case you want a steamy scene you could write her "Thank you" to him that evening 👀😏

Pairing: Steve Rogers x [F]Reader

Ratings: [+18] MATURE CONTENT

Warnings: Rough days and thoughts. Depression can be a bitch, tad angsty due to that. MAJOR F L U F F! Male Oral Receiving, cause lol

Notes: This... is way longer than I planned. Also, I haven’t written for Steve in a hot second. So, if this terrible... I apologise. - Rosalie 

Requests are still open; men and female requests welcomed. I do want some female marvel character requests, got a lot of dudes, so c’mon...

24 HOURS EARLIER

“Oh, this was a bad idea,” Steve muttered into your ear over the loud gun shots being fired in your direction. 

You don’t answer, so he looks towards you to see your cheeky smile. It almost makes him think this is perfectly fine, almost. You peek around the table you’re both behind, you almost get your head blown off and you have the audacity to laugh. 

This is exciting to you, exhilarating even and that’s always confused Steve, but he feeds off of your energy. You have this thrill seeking attitude towards missions. It’s both a gift and a cruse for him, because his reckless nature combined with your thrill seeking: it’s a deadly combo. 

But you are both always trying to outdo one another, it’s a sick challenge. 

“So, what’s the plan?” 

He looks down at you with raised eyebrows, wide eyes and a gobsmacked face, he’s meant to have a plan? For the shit you caused? The shit-eating grin you grace him with makes his heart flutter, but he’s not letting you off that easily. 

“You’re Captain America,” you state obviously, “so man with a plan, let’s get outta here.” 

He shakes his head dramatically, licking his lips as he looks over the table. There’s a drastic difference in bodies in this room, this whole operation was meant to be shutting down this organisation- collecting information too. Only it was shit from the get-go, for some reason instead of calling for back-up you both went further down in the bunker. 

Now you’re both stuck. 

“Still want to get that intel?” He asks you and you frown, tilting your head slightly, “I can hold them off, there’s a door just there,” he nods to behind you, “there’s a computer in there. You should be able to hack into them and get some kind of intel we can use.” 

You begin to shake your head, “no way. There’s like thirteen of them, Steven. You’re gonna get seriously hurt.” 

“Not if you’re quick, I’ve calculated the probability and it’s doable,” you roll your eyes, “better me than you, okay? We either go back empty handed or we get some type of information on these assholes.” 

You only nod once at him, turning towards the door and deeply breathing. You look over your shoulder and cheekily smile at him, adding a wink for extra flare. 

4 HOURS EARLIER 

“Will you quit squirming?” You scold the man-child before you, he huffs loudly and sulks as you clean his shoulder. 

He winces when you press the cloth to the wound, “It stings.” 

“Yeah, well that’s what happens when you get shot!” You exclaim and shake your head when he pouts. 

The Quinjet’s sink is covered in Steve’s blood and bloody gauzes, Steve watches as you use the small medkit to patch up his wound. Your eyebrows are knitted together, tongue poking out in concentration. 

The gunshot no longer hurts or stings, his body already healing it for him. It looked worse than it felt, he knew that, but that didn’t stop you from worrying about him. Honestly, it was a lucky shot and a fluke he even got hit. 

“Done.” You begin to close the sewing kit and smile at him, ruffling his golden hair. 

“Thank you,” he grabs your wrist and kisses it tenderly, it causes you to scrunch your nose and make a gagging noise at his tenderness. “You’re so fucking mean,” he playfully pinches your side, you flip him off before heading out of the small bathroom and back to the cockpit. 

PRESENT TIME

Your mind raced over yesterday’s events. How you managed to remain calm at the fact Steve got shot was a surprise, especially since your hands are shaking now. The same hands that masterfully sewed the bullet wound shut. Stopped the bleeding and cleaned him up. 

This is your normal. Why the hell are you crying now? Getting shot on a mission is basically a normal date night for you both... 

A soft knock is sounded through your apartment, you make no move to get out of bed, even when whoever it is knocks a couple more times. If they’re someone important or it’s serious they’d have a key... it seems they do. 

The front door creeks open, keys are thrown into the glass bowl with all your change and keychains. Shoes are toed off, a jacket is being hung up on the hooks and then soft padding of footsteps are echoing towards your bedroom. 

Door is pushed open, a tall figure is illuminated from the hallway lights. A sigh escapes you, it’s only Steve, your boyfriend, so it’s all okay.  He’s fine, he doesn’t look angry even. 

“You look snug,” He comments softly as he crawls onto your bed, laying over your covers and manoeuvring himself to laying beside you and facing you. 

You’re silent in response, staring at your hands that are pulling threads at your blanket. Steve doesn’t speak again, choosing to remain quiet but he lifts a hand to tentatively play with your hair- you look at him and he gives a questioning glance, you shrug softly and he continues. 

His fingers rub your scalp softly in circular motions, smiling when you scoot a little closer towards him. You don’t often let people touch your hair/head(head if you have a shaved head like me), but when you do it’s comforting and relaxing; could almost make you fall asleep. 

“How is your shoulder?” your voice is barley above a whisper. 

“Perfectly healed,” you nod once, “hey,” somehow his voice is even softer than before, “wanna do face-masks and eat chocolate?” 

You raised an eyebrow, you felt really lethargic but nod. Steve leans over and kisses you softly before getting off of the bed, he switches on the fairy lights twirled around your headboard. You watch as he walks towards the bathroom and rummaging around in your cabinets. 

It’s a full two minutes before he returns and puts the masks in his back pocket, he extends a hand out to you causing you to shake your head slightly. You didn’t want to leave the bed, you wanted to stay in bed. 

“We have to leave the bed, Y/N,” you sigh and sit up, he chuckles when you make grabby hands for him- no way are you going to walk. He lifts you up effortlessly in his arms, “the bed is where monsters lie and you can’t listen to those.” 

He sits you on the sofa and then settles beside you, silent as he crosses his legs and opens the packet of face-mask. A bag of snacks are on the coffee table. Between sitting up and looking through the contents of food the Netflix theme startles you, you faintly smile as he searches for Brooklyn Nine Nine. 

He tells you that he’s going to put your face-mask on for you, your heart swells as he gently pats the cold paste around your face. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells you sincerely. 

Normally you’d roll your eyes at his cheesiness, but you don’t have it in you. 

“Even with a cucumber mask on making me look like Shrek?” 

He nods sweetly, “You’re the Fiona to my Shrek,” as you put his on for him. “Sam is Donkey,” he mutters faintly and you giggle. 

“Who is Buck?”

“Puss in Boots,” you frown and huff a laugh, “he’s always been the cool cat and the one ladies fawn after.” 

You smile softly, “but Shrek gets the princess. Not always about looks, Steven.” He nods with a shy grin, a blush forming on his cheeks at your implication. 

Sitting in silence and watching Brooklyn Nine Nine with snacks, you couldn’t ask for a better distraction. Steve keeps a hand on your thigh, softly drawing patterns on your skin. Everything about this is perfect. 

After twenty minutes Steve helps wash your mask off in the kitchen sink, laughing when you wipe your wet face on his shirt. 

“I didn’t bring spare clothes with me,” he whines. 

“I have shirts I stole from you in my room,” he gasps in mock shock at you, following you back to the bedroom where you show him your stash of his clothing. 

It’s almost comical at how many shirts and joggers you have of his. Not that he minds, of course. You wearing his clothes is a favourite of his, he loves seeing you randomly in his stuff.  *** After almost a whole season worth of Brooklyn Nine Nine you’re both back in your bed, facing one another and talking aimlessly into the darkness. 

“Thank you.” 

“Hey,” he wraps an arm over your body and pulls you towards him, “I love you. I’m not going to let you suffer in silence, especially not alone. So if you need to lay in bed in silence all day, then we’ll do it together. But I know how the mind works, twists thing and being in bed can be damaging too. Those monsters lie to you, so I couldn’t let it keep talking.” 

You lean forward and press your lips to his gently, a surprise grunt rises from the back of his throat. Your hand settles on his jaw, stroking lightly as you deepen the kiss. 

After a few minutes of making-out you push on Steve’s shoulder forcing him to settle on his back, you slyly smile as you lay over him and push the covers down as you travel down his body too. 

“Y/N,” his breathless voice has you smirking, “you don’t have to.” 

Judging by his breathy voice and obvious reaction to the potential possibility has you curving an eyebrow, his shoulder shrug in response and you chuckle. 

“It’s a thank you,” you pull his briefs down, “you’ve been so good to me today, treated me so nicely.” 

Before he can respond you lick a broad strip up his length, a guttural groan leaves his lips loudly. You smile proudly before getting back to work, lapping at the tip teasingly before taking him into your throat. You can’t fit all of him in your mouth, a slight gagging sound emits from you when he lifts his hips up to meet your mouth. 

You pull back up, gasping slightly and working him with your hand. Licking at his length as you sped up your hand movements, smiling when he moans your name loudly, hand finding the back of your head; a silent plea for your mouth to replace your hand. 

Accepting that you take him down again, bobbing your head and hallowing your cheeks. “Fuck,” he grunts rather loudly, “stop!” He whines and you slowly pull off him, your tongue staying on the tip as you watch him clam down. “Can we-Do you wanna?” 

You climb up his body, hand still wrapped around his cock, “You don’t think my thank you was enough?” The question is paired with a coy smile. 

“More than enough, but I wanna express my gratitude for looking after me yesterday.” 

Please leave a nice comment/ like, maybe reblog? Any communication would be awesome :) I had my BETA help with the oral scene because... never sucked a dick lmao bye *peace sign* Let me know what you think! - Rosalie

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With Adam?

Steve McGarrett x Reader

Requests from @foofarny and an anon that I mooshed together: I’ve been feeling unloved and just need more Steve mcgarrett xD Maybe even one day if you're ever up for it maybe Steven with a person with a disability? and May I ask you to please write a story with him in which he gets jealous because he thinks the reader has a crush on Adam (which is not true, of course)

4.5k words

just some fluffy cuteness and some making out at the end. This is an AU of sorts because I don’t really have a time frame this fits into so. Not my best work I don’t think and it’s taken me a while to finally get it done. even though I’m not completely satisfied with it, my beta said it was good and told me to post it, so here ya go XD

Beta: @keepcalmimthecupcake

h50 taggers: @loveisfriendship @supergirl000983 @givemelifeorgiveme @goldkhator @a-court-of-stydia

You hadn’t been in the chair that long. It was the last thing you wanted. The wheelchair was constricting your freedom and held you back from the live you once lived. The horrible accident that left you in this chair did far more than just take away your mobility. It took a once happy go lucky positive young woman and turned her into a broken and bitter pessimistic shell. All that was good in your world was ripped out from under your feet when the use of your legs was taken away. Even though they were right there, you could see them, touch them, feel them under your fingertips, you couldn’t move them, use them, feel them there. Instead of racing down the road behind the wheel of your favorite sports cars, you were stuck turning the wheels on your manual wheelchair or getting pushed around like the cripple you felt you were.  

With a permanent sour expression etched upon your face and your voice turning gruff and spiteful, the group of friends you once spent time with began to abandon you only further driving you into your pit of despair. The only friend that stayed by you was the son of the Yakuza. Adam Noshimuri was the only light in your darkness, standing by yours side and helping you through the doctors, surgeries and therapy that you had to endure. He held you while you grieved for your legs, wiped your tears when you lost the will to go on. He gave you strength and helped lift you up, physically and metaphorically.

Even though his dealings in his father’s business were questionable at best, it didn’t matter. You clung to him as your lifeline, your heartbeat, your family, your everything. You relied fully on him for everything, completely dependent on him. You couldn’t go back to work, life as a mechanic nearly impossible without the use of one’s legs. The endless doctors appointments and healing from surgery, he was your ride, your provider, your nurse.

The work to care for you was hard and exhausting and yet Adam never complained, never left. You knew you drove him crazy, knew he should be tired of you and ready to abandon you just like everyone else. He had his own life, his own family and friends and job. You weren’t his responsibility and yet here he was pushing you out of yet another appointment.

“Thanks again for picking me up, Adam.” Your voice was soft and timid as your eyes watched your fidgeting fingers in your lap.

Adam smiled sweetly and rested a hand on your shoulder as he pushed your chair to the curb. “I couldn’t let you take the bus.” Your eyes rolled as he chuckled softly. “Do you want to come to a party with me tonight? Bonfire on the beach?” Your head turned slowly to look at him over your shoulder, a sneer making your forehead wrinkle. “You’re kidding right? Me on the beach?”

“Oh, come on, you used to love the beach.” He commented as he opened the door and began to help you in.

You huffed and clung to him as he moved you from the chair. “Yeah, well, I used to have two legs not two wheels.” You could hear him huff and when you slid into the seat, your arms crossed over your chest.

“You’re such a stubborn child.” Though it wasn’t spoken harshly, the way his eyes locked with yours, it made you frown faintly. “Just try it for five minutes. If you don’t enjoy yourself, I’ll take you home and we’ll have our own party.”

A soft sigh parted your lips as your shoulders fell in defeat. When your head nodded, your eyes fell from his intense gaze. You could practically hear the bright smile pulling at his lips, catching sight of the expression through your lashes. “Five minutes.” You raised your finger to speak sternly and he chuckled before planting a tender kiss to your forehead. Closing your door, you settled in while Adam loaded up your chair. You caught his eye after he climbed in, the man smiling again and making it impossible not to giggle. “Let’s go, stud. I’m starving and need a nap if I’m gonna be forced to socialize.”

It was his face that you woke up to a few hours later. You groaned and tried to turn over as his muffled voice began to grow clearer, your sleepy haze wearing off slowly. You felt the blanket being tugged away and you held onto the fabric as best you could and whimpered. “If you don’t get your lazy ass out of bed in the next five seconds, I’m going to dump you out of the mattress.”

“You wouldn’t be so cruel to a cripple.” You grumbled as you peeked one eye open to look up at him. His face was deadpan, clearly unamused by your words. “Ugh, can I have more than five seconds?” His head shook before he moved away from the bed and toward your closet. “I may be disabled but I’m not completely inept. I can pick out my own outfit, asshole.” He threw a look over your shoulder as you pulled yourself to a sitting position against the headboard. “Why do I need to change anyway? It’s just a bonfire, not a date.” Your eyes grew slightly in a moment of panic. “It’s not a date is it?? Because Adam, I love you, bro but--”

A shirt was tossed at your face as he laughed. “Shut up. It’s not a date. Well, at least not for me and you.” His eyebrows waggled and your eyes narrowed at him.

“I should have known. This is a ploy to get me to meet Kono, isn’t it?” Your arms crossed over his chest as you sneered at him once again. “This is because I turned down the dinner invite last week. You sneaky scoundrel.” Even his underhanded stunt caused you to smile fondly with a shake of your head.

“You need to get out more anyway. You can’t spend all your time sulking.” His voice turned serious now as he came to sit at the foot of your bed. Your eyes dropped again. You were always unable to look him in the eye when he was like this. He only worried about you. He cared and you had done little to get yourself better. “I just want the old Y/N back. I miss hanging out with her.” You sighed as you finally lifted your eyes to look at him. He smiled softly before patting your calf even though you couldn’t feel it. “Besides, the whole task force will be there.” He flashed you a wink and another part of his scheme was revealed.

You knew exactly what that meant and it made your heart flutter. Nerves suddenly took over and you could already feel your palms grow sweaty. The affect the news had on you made Adam laugh and rise to his feet. You scowled at him with a huff. “You’re evil.”

“You love me.” Adam grinned mischievously. “Now get up so you can get cute.”

The reason Adam’s news got you so excited was because the Five-0 task force happened to be headed up by an old friend of yours. You had known him when you were kids. Same school, same classes, even lived down the road from one another. You didn’t share the same group of friends but it didn’t keep you from being close friends. He had been your first kiss. It wasn’t long after that that his mother died and he was sent off to the mainland. You never heard from him after that. You would see his dad every now and then, always brief how-do-you-do’s and ‘I’m fine’s. Always just heard little snippets of him and his sister’s lives with other family members.

The years passed and eventually that young boy was the farthest thing from your mind. You heard he had joined the Navy and all that but when you moved and went to college, you never really saw his dad anymore. News of his death broke your heart and it wasn’t long after that when the Navy SEAL set foot on the island once again. The funeral was the first time you had seen the commander in years, you were surprised he even recognized you. Your conversation was brief before he was off to converse with the other attendees but that split second moment was enough to give you a smile and bring back that crush you had harbored for him when you were young.

Your current condition kept you from taking the time to actually see him. You felt useless and unwanted in the chair. The scars on your body from the accident and surgeries made you feel unattractive, not to mention the extra pounds you had gained since being unable to work out like you used to. There was no way you were going to face him when you were at your lowest. He was brave and strong and beautiful, everything you weren’t. You were nothing compared to him.

“I can’t see Steve like this!” You gestured to your lower half with a light frown and Adam sighed. His arms crossed over his chest, looking at you in both sympathy and annoyance. “The sand will be bad enough in this chair. Plus have you seen how tall he is?? I will be hobbit sized looking up to him from down here!” There was panic in your voice and you could feel your breathing became labored.

Adam quickly dropped the hard exterior and ran to your side. His hands gripped your shoulders and made you lock eyes with him. After doing a few breathing exercises with him, you were able to get yourself under control. Once you were calmed, he caught your eye and grinned softly. “If you like him this much, why are we even having this discussion?” Your head tilted as you scowled at him.

“Alright. How about I carry you across the sand?” This only caused a deeper scowl on your face and he couldn't help but laugh. “I'll get Steve to do it then.” When he winked, your fist slammed hard against his shoulder, jolting him backwards with a snicker. “If he doesn't like you just the way you are, through the bad along with the good, he isn't worth your time. And you know I’ll always be there to carry you” His voice was sincere now, a hand lifting to tuck your hair behind your ear. You couldn't help the genuine smile on your face at his words.

With a dramatic sigh and a roll of your eyes, you feigned annoyance as you lifted your arms to him. “Fiiiiiine. Let's get this over with, Samwise.” When he scooped you up, you squealed with laughter.

In the time it took to drive to the beach, you had gotten yourself worked up again. This would be the first real gathering of any kind that you were a part of since your accident. Adam was right, you used to love going to the beach. You would spend your days off surfing, swimming, or sunbathing. None of that was really possible now. The chair didn’t exactly work well in damp sand and your legs weren’t strong enough to allow you to use a walker or crutches. As Adam drove on in silence, you were wringing your hands anxiously. It wasn’t just Steve that had your heart racing. What would any of your old friends say or do when they saw you again? What would you have to say to them?

As if Adam could sense your nervousness, his hand reached out to close over your fiddling fingers comfortingly. He glanced your way and gave you an encouraging smile and you relaxed a bit. You wouldn’t have survived this long without this man and you would do anything to pay him back. And all he asked in return was for you to spend at least five minutes at a bonfire surrounded by old friends and acquaintances. After all he did for you, you figured this was the bare minimum of what you could do. Even though it was way out of your comfort zone. Right about now on a normal night you would be curled up in your snuggie watching bad television and eating M&Ms. The promise of food, booze, and a certain Lt. Commander was the only thing getting you this far.

To your surprise, when Adam pulled to a stop, you recognized the place immediately. Your nerves relaxed a bit, the familiar home making you feel more comfortable about the whole thing. A soft smile pulled at your lips and when Adam turned to look at you, you couldn’t help the blush. He laughed quietly before he climbed out. You were practically bouncing in your seat waiting for your friend to unload your chair and wheel it around. Billows of smoke could already be seen coming from behind the house, telling you that the bonfire was already burning strong.

When your door opened, you immediately twisted yourself and reached out your arms expecting Adam to be there to help you into your chair. Your cheeks flushed when you were greeted instead by a pair of ocean blue eyes and a dazzling smile. For a moment, you were frozen with your mouth agape and your arms still extended. When Steve laughed softly, you dropped your hands into your lap, your head falling as your blush only darkened. “Hi.” Your voice was soft and your eyes watched your fingers as the butterflies fluttered relentlessly in your stomach.

Steve’s smile only grew wider as he crouched slightly, resting his hands on your knees. “I’m glad you decided to come.” It was a simple statement but it was enough to make your heart soar and your eyes lift as a smile overcame your features. His smile only grew in response before he moved to scoop his arms under you. You couldn’t help the squeak that passed your lips when he lifted you up effortlessly. The movement was much quicker than you would have hoped and you were in the chair before you could even feel the warmth and firmness of his chest. When you were comfortable in the chair, the trunk of the car closed to reveal a grinning Adam. “Let’s get out there before Kamekona eats all the burgers, huh?” Steve’s voice was over your shoulder as his hands closed over the handlebars of your chair, leaning over slightly so you could see him.

You shifted your torso awkwardly with a blushing grin on your face before you finally nodded in response. Adam followed behind as Steve pushed you across the walk and around to where everyone was gathered. Familiar faces came into view and it wasn’t two seconds after you spotted Kono that Adam disappeared from your side. Your head shook lightly with a fond chuckle and you watched the two of them interact for a moment before your eyes began to look over the other partygoers.

“There’s a face I haven’t seen in a while.” When your head turned toward the familiar voice, you were greeted with an eye crinkling smile from the special blonde man. He immediately leaned in to steal a hug and kiss your cheek. His welcome caused you to smile, making it hard to be in any kind of sour mood. “You’re looking good.” He commented after he pulled away. You scoffed, waving him off lightly. “No, really. You’re a sight for sore eyes. A welcome sight when I gotta spend every day looking at this ugly mug.” His hand came to slap down on Steve’s shoulder. He smiled once more and you giggled when he pushed his fist gently against your chin.

“Ok, that’s enough flirting.” Steve grumbled before he began to push you again. Your brow wrinkled as you looked over your shoulder at him. Even though he still held a smile on his face, when his eyes met yours, there was something else in those bright orbs of his. Your eyes rolled before you folded your hands over your lap.

“There she is!” This time you were greeted by a beaming Chin Ho Kelly. He offered you a hug, saying things similar to Danny. You thought surely they had all gotten together and planned this because surely they couldn’t all be this happy to see you. You knew what you looked like having seen it every day in the mirror and you looked far from good. Each person greeted you with sincere smiles and genuine words of praise and encouragement. It was hard not to revel in the attention, your cheeks hurting from your smile and burning from the blushing.

When you were finally settled in next to the fire, beer in hand and marshmallow goo stuck to your lips, you couldn’t remember the last time you felt this light, this content. You had missed this. Conversations full of stories, laughs and nonsense, enough to lighten the soul and refresh the spirit. Steve had sadly left your side when Adam rejoined you but he didn’t go far, still able to see you. You tried to avoid the fact that every time your head turned, he would smile at you. Carrying on a conversation with Adam and Kono, your friend had his hand in yours, an innocent comforting gestures you didn’t even know you needed until it was offered. This action could be misconstrued by everyone else but to you it was grounding and warm. It felt natural and it was the most normal thing between the two of you and not even Kono found it out of place. When your eyes lifted this time, Steve was looking away, no longer holding that bright smile for you. A small frown overcame your features but you decided to ignore it and enjoy the rest of your evening.

It wasn’t long before people started to change and jump in the water. It took a few shoves and words of reassurance for you to get Adam out into the water. Thankfully, Kono reammerged in her bikini and you were quickly forgotten. Your eyes rolled before you began to roll your chair down to the edge of the water. You didn’t get far before someone else took over. When you looked up, you grinned when you laid eyes on the Commander staring ahead as he steered your vessel.

You stared out at the water and your friends splashing around once you came to a stop. A chair was drug through the thin layer of sand before Steve slid down into it. Before you could even ask the question, he answered, his hands coming to rest against his stomach. “Thought you could use some company.” Your head turned to look at him, his eyes staring out on the horizon. When his eyes turned toward you, you quickly dropped your gaze with a soft blush, missing the grin on his face.

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you sat there, watching the water ripple and the small waves roll in over the shore. It was calming and peaceful even with the loud laughter and talking amongst the people in the water. “Adam’s a good guy.” Your brow wrinkled when Steve’s voice pierced through the quiet. Turning to look at him, your head tilted in confusion. Instead of returning your gaze, his head dropped slightly. “He’s lucky.”

Still unsure of what he was talking about, you looked out in the water and frowned. You should have known that the Commander had never had feelings for you. Who would notice you when someone as beautiful and badass as Kono Kalakaua was around? Your sudden mood of contentment vanished as your own eyes fell. “Yeah.” The sadness in your voice caught Steve’s attention and it was his turn to look at you in confusion. “I, uh, I need some air.” Without coming up with a better excuse, you turned yourself around and pumped your arms as fast as you could to roll your chair back up towards the house.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t fast enough because you hadn’t gotten but a few feet before your chair came to a halt, two strong hands gripping the bars and pulling you backwards. You sucked in your chest, holding the disappointment and emotions back, your eyes refusing to turn to look at the man that had stopped you. He easily locked your wheels and came to crouch in front of you, his large calloused digits closing around the arms of your chair only millimeters from your skin. “Where’s the fire?” He frowned as he tried to catch your eye. “Did I say something wrong?” Your head lifted to the sky with a heavy sigh as you blinked away the angry tears. Your eyes shot down with a look of shock when he closed his hands over your knees. “Is this about Adam? Are you not happy with him?”

Your eyes grew so wide you thought they would pop from your skull. His head shot back as now he grew even more confused than ever. “With Adam?” You shook your head vehemently, picking up on the misunderstanding between them. You couldn’t help but laugh, causing Steve’s face to wrinkle slightly. As your laughter grew, he couldn’t help but laugh along until you were both wheezing and crying from the exertion. Wiping the moisture from your cheeks, you finally sucked in a much needed deep breath. He did as well before you both smiled at one another. “I’m not with Adam, Steve.” His brow lifted questioningly. “Adam’s into Kono. I thought you said he was lucky because he had her.”

Steve’s head fell as he let out another laugh, his head shaking at the thought. When he looked back up at you, his smile was different, a twinkle in his eye that you had never noticed before. “I thought Adam was the luckiest guy in the world because he had you.”

You felt your cheeks heat up again at his words. He tucked a finger under your chin, his thumb rubbing lightly over the soft flesh beneath your bottom lip. You watched as his tongue trailed lightly over his lip before he leaned in. For a moment, all air was sucked out of the bubble around the two of you and you felt light headed. Before his lips could touch yours, his breath fanning over your face, you pulled back, your hands coming to rest against his chest. Steve’s eyes grew, a look of hurt and confusion washing over him. You shook your head to assure him you weren’t rejecting him. “Why now? You’ve been back for years and you choose now to do something?”

His eyes glanced over your shoulder, your head turning to look in the direction of his gaze. You sighed when you saw your best friend catching sight of you. He waved with a smile and you waved a couple fingers back before you turned your attention back to Steve. His ocean hues were soft and he seemed so young and hopeful. You could get lost in those eyes. His hands softly came to rest on either side of your face, thumbs rubbing against your cheeks. There was no hesitation this time from either of you when your lips met.

The past didn’t matter, all the time that had passed made no difference. All that mattered was the feel of his lips against yours. Your eyes closed, your hands closing around his firm biceps as you melted. His tongue slid over your bottom lip asking for entrance and you wasted no time in granting him such, your own tongue coming to meet his. You couldn’t help the pleasant moan that vibrated against his mouth, causing him to smile. By this time, he was on his knees, his body pressed between your legs to allow him more room to fully take advantage of the kiss.

You might not have been able to feel your legs but the warmth in your core was unavoidable. A groan rattled in his chest as he brought himself as close as possible. Your fingers clenched tighter around his arms as the kiss grew deeper and more passionate, making you forget what time it was, where you were, or who was around you. The quiet throat clearing was enough to make the two of you jump back from each other. You licked your lips, avoiding eye contact as you ran a finger over your kiss swollen mouth. When you finally lifted your eyes to see who dared interrupt your moment, you scowled when you saw a smug Adam staring back.

“I’m going to take Kono home.” He stated simply, his head gesturing to the woman standing at his side. Her fingers were intertwined with his and they smiled back at you. You nodded, not trusting your voice at that moment. “I’m sure you’ll have a way to get home.” He leaned over to kiss your cheek before patting the crouching Commander on the back.

“See ya Monday, boss.” Kono stated with a smile before waving and following closely after Adam.

Steve nodded with a curl of his lips as he lifted a hand to wave back. His mouth opened to speak when his attention turned back to you but the sound of Chin’s voice interrupted once again. “I think I’m heading out too.”

Both you and Steve nodded and waved, doing the same with each person that said their goodbyes until no one was left but the infamous Danny Williams. You both glared at him for a moment as he stood there, getting the hint but wanting to drag out the awkward silence between the three of you. “Danno…” Steve practically growled and you could see Danny’s mouth twitch as he tried to fight back a grin.

“Alright, alright. I get the hint. I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. Just use protection, brother.” He flashed Steve a wink, patting him on the back before walking away, whistling as he twirled his keys around his finger.

A laugh parted your lips as you shook your head, mentally kicking every single one of them. Now that you were alone with Steve, you felt your nervousness return. Your eyes remained locked on your fingers that now rested in your lap as you tried to calm your rapid beating heart. The moment your eyes lifted and your lips parted to speak, his mouth was on yours again putting a stop to any words you might have said or any thoughts in your head for that matter. This kiss was hungrier than before, the lack of an audience making him free to do as he wished. You smiled against the kiss, your hands coming to cup his face, the light stubble rough against your palms. You didn’t have the use of your legs but right now, you were flying.

[justeonelemoncoffee]

part of gifted!steven au 

(not really)

“so basically steven is a snow white.”

“steven is what?” the words, it makes andrew look up from laptop. so engrossed in the work, he didn’t noticed someone walks in. the office has been uncharacteristically quite since most of them had to go out to work. taking advantage of it, andrew enjoyed the rare moment, taking off headphone even. until it isn’t. 

a host member of the try guys, keith smirk at bewildered look on his face. before he know it, the others show up too.

“basically i’m not.” and steven. who followed them as camera crew in the early morning. it was take more time than andrew expected. steven was holding a paper cup, he comes to andrew straight, put the coffee down front of him. it was still warm. almost involuntarily, he raises the cup to his lips and murmured thank you, steven smile down at him. then sit against desk which is andrew’s as if he belong to there. he did that often, maybe too often. not that andrew minded though.

“you are. you’re the princess. you should be watch out apples. someone might poison you.” zack, the other try guys member stepped into the scene.

“yeah, since you’re filming worth it…” eugene who’s standing next to zack, agrees too. he takes out his cellphone and showed something to others. ned laughed out loud as keith cackles at the same time. apparently, it seems they all had fun at wildlife rescue center. andrew wonders what happened during the filming. he notices all of them looked tired. it probably was long shoot. helping animals aren’t easy work. especially if they are wildlife. among them, steven looks drawn, a little pale even. andrew is beginning to worry him.

“very funny. and why is a princess by the way?” apparently, steven dosen’t seem  to have fun as much as the others.

“because it’s away more fun than just call you a prince.” zach says, wearing shit-eating grin on his face. steven groaned, cross his arm and obviously pouts now. he retorted something back to them. although he didn’t seem to really upset with them, apart from camera, annoyed steven isn’t something you can see everyday. andrew couldn’t help but staring the view.

“call me princess again, i’m going to…”

“…sleep and wait for prince charming.” zack interrupts him, just for completes the sentence by himself. steven huffs, he shakes his head and stare them flatly like he’s a parent who can’t deal with the immature acts of his children. which is absurd and also hilarious, because he’s steven lim. most childish adult andrew ever met. and he works in buzzfeed.

“i hate you all. except andrew. because andrew is nice unlike you guys.”

steven says and nods solemnly. andrew can’t help allows to himself admit it’s a cute sight.

“you mean, because andrew is ‘the one’?”

“you know what? i’m done here.”

steven raises himself upright from andrew’s desk, glares at them. then without a word, he walks out through office door dramatically. considering his overeacting, almost playful expression, he isn’t really upset. andrew relaxes. he can’t remember when it started exactly, but steven’s well being is important to him somehow. before steven stumped off, muttering something under his breath. something like ‘troll guys.’ well, andrew thinks they deserve it.

when steven is out of sight, andrew turned back, raise his eyebrows to them. “snow white, huh?”

“i thought it better than ‘living catnip’ because it was called already.” keith shrugs, of course, there’s no sigh of dependance. actually it doesn’t need to be. to be honest, it happens all the time, ‘teasing steven’ to put it bluntly. although they never intended to mean to him or hurt him (if someone did, the freak is gonna be buried alive under the buzzed HQ. andrew would be the first one who grabs a shovel and starts digging ground. probably adam too, he’ll be the second.) people doing that just to see his reaction. includes andrew himself. in his defense, it wasn’t their fault. his reaction is too fun and adorable when being teased. steven knows that too. people tease him because they fond of him. even though doesn’t get the reason. in other worlds, as long as there’s no harm, steven didn’t mind the teases.

(okay, maybe he sulked once or twice) this time is no different. but andrew knows better than that. something bothers steven. and it bothers him.

maybe not for everybody, but it’s obvious to his eyes. andrew wonders if even steven realize his own feeling. for a remarkably smart person, also preternaturally keen to other’s emotion, steven doesn’t have a clue about himself. sometimes it looks like, he simply forgot that he has a feeling too. to him, it’s a very interesting process to watch. sympathy too. at least he’s an open book, so andrew can take care of him. it isn’t necessary job though. andrew knows that, he doesn’t need to watch over steven, or babysit him. no. no matter how many time steven acts like a child, he’s a respectable adult and he can do things properly when he has to.

it just, it feels wrong, to seeing steven is being hurt. he hates it. don’t even want to think about it. andrew just wants to make sure that troubles keep out of his way, make sure something won’t let hurt him. keep him safe. that’s what friends do. right? standing by side watching over each others back. although to andrew that’s not enough. steven no need to know about that. so he just waited until steven left the office.

“why steven became disney princess, suddenly? did something happened in there?” adrew asks, the try guys look each others, grin spreads on their faces. like they recalled good old memory. and what is that? it’s been only few hours. before andrew lost his patience, zach smirks at him and open his mouse finally. “something happened indeed. we almost dropped out the filming because steven has new stalkers.”

“he had what.” andrew knows his voice rises, but he don’t care about that. not now.

“relax, nothing serious, i mean, just animals.” ned adds quickly, holding his hands as if trying to calm him down like andrew is about two seconds from turn to some dangerous creature while zack just waves him off.

“yeah, animals like bunny and furries or some kind of deers. isn’t it typical? it is, you know, one of essential conditions for being princess.” he says in sarcastic tone. but andrew can sense affection in there.

“we tried to making friends with them. so we had to cleaning stalls and washing them, feeding food and helping them, something more to build to gain their trust.” eugene says while eating snack. must be hungry. he shoves a handful of chips into mouth. so zach has to tell instead of him. “they did. with only steven. and that wasn’t fair. he didn’t even help the cleaning!” he exclaimed, fake indignantly.

because he had to holding a camera. or boom mic. but andrew don’t say it out loud. hold it to himself. he don’t want to showing of his favoritism. no more than he’s shown it so far.

“if it wasn’t funcking adorable. i’d stop filming and came back to the office without him. we had to wait for hours.”

“maybe we should have to sing to them.” ned added, everyone laugh again.

even they say like that, it’s obvious they were enjoying the filming. finish his snack, eugene approached to him with camera. “let me show you, here.”

first one. the view starts from entrance of the center. then scene shifted to a forest, look like almost nature thing. andrew impressed. if he don’t see fences and some facilities across divided districts, he might believe it is. and there’s some animals too. camera zoom in on them. they’re scatters here and there on an area. some deers, rabbits. maybe it’s herbivorous zone. at first, the animals didn’t recognize someone watching them. it was a calm, peaceful scene. then suddenly the video footage was shaking a bit like the camera man was ambushed by something. angle down rapidly, almost falls to ground. fortunately the crew managed to catch the camera before hitting on ground. the angle back to normal with a sigh go relief, andrew knows the voice, at the same time his eyes catch sneakers and immediately notices who’s the sneakers’s owner. soon, the sneakers covered by mottled fluffy balls. andrew finds himself melts a bit at the scene. then he heard, ‘i knew it’ somewhat resignedly, steven mumbled in camera.

move on to next one, steven appears in middle of the footage, he sat down surrounded by small animals. a bunny on his lap, others perches on his legs.  steven was busy to petting them by turn. deeply concentrated on what he is doing, steven didn’t seem to notice camera at first. he occasionally nodded, lifted his head to only speak to someone who outside of the footage. probably center staff, andrew guesses. from the way steven’s hands moving over anlmals, it looks like he asking things about the animals around him. andrew don’t understand what they’re talked, but it rather affected steven considering his expression; sad, sympathy. worry, all emotions mixed on his face and it looks almost painful. but his touch for them is so gentle and tender. andrew tries not to feel jealous of. these grass eaters. don’t be stupid, illyckyj.  after steven did comfort them for a while, finally he tried to up. but a deer nudged him to sitting position again.

the try guys are right. it’s unfair. for he can’t see this in person.

“see? snow princess.” keith says. andrew don’t agree with that, he just says nothing. just stare at the camera. “it seems like, steven has them wrapped around his finger too, huh.” he don’t disagree either.

camera zoom in on, so he can see that steven speak something to her(or him. he don’t know.) with smiling fondly. when andrew thinks their face too close, as i on cue, they brush each others nose accidently. at moment steven looked dumbfound. then he burst out laugh. it sounds happy.

“you’re smiling.” ned says with teasing tone. like he knows that what’s going on there, inside of his head.

“no, i’m not.” andrew frowns instantly, realized that he’s not alone. but it’s too late.  even though it’s not exactly secret, still embarrassing to admit to them. even himself. he don’t used to this kind of thing. feeling. of course, he’s been experience of some relationships since teen, through casual to serious term in a way. he dated before, the last one is not too long ago. but it’s different. it’s feels different. andrew never been in here before. that’ why he can’t define his feeling for steven. because steven, for an open book, he’s still an enigma to andrew. and he even don’t know that he really wants to solve this or not. maybe both. what an irony. like steven himself. it’s frustrated him no end. maybe he’s just curious. or not. curiosity never make him fluttering like this.

“i know. this is my favorite too.” ned adds, ignoring his answer. then he smirks at andrew, like he knows what’s going on inside of his head. technically it’s not possible. andrew turns his eyes to other way.

“mine is this one.” thankfully eugene, stepped in appropriate timing. he picks cell phone up again, open video polder and touch the most recent one to play,

in this video. steven tried to sneak out from herbivores zone. he looked around in nervous, tiptoed over to the borderline of forests. but in the middle of escape, he was caught by a bunny, steven’s eyes widen. he stepped backward few steps but tripped over himself to avoid step on little ones, fell over on ground miserably. as if on cue. soon his almost entire body disappeared by the animals. steven yelled ‘i can’t move!’

this time, andrew huffs out little laugh.

the truth about andrew is, he’s always stuck in middle. and he hates it.

it’s mean not only literally but metaphorically too. well, he’s just born that way. the middle child of three brothers. perhaps it wouldn’t be so surprising if there was middle child crisis as expected. he was. no matter how he wants to deny about that.  he can feel that it’s still exist somewhere inside him. although not much, just tiny presence now. but it wasn’t from being neglected or left behind though.

his parents are most amazing person he could ever have. they love each other in all sincerity. they are really love him. love he and his brothers all fairly, there’s never a hint of favoritism. treat them with patience and understanding, always supported and encouraged them with open mind. in return, andrew love them wholeheartedly as his other brothers. andrew knows very well how lucky he is. people knows. he lived in small town. when he was younger, his friends often told him it made them feel jealous how perfect, wonderful family that he has. his family may not wealthy, but there was nothing real hardship either. they are humble but confident, on good term with neighbors. a loving and caring family. truly, his family are perfect. probably too perfect, too good for him.

so, it wasn’t really their fault that he had secret inferiority complex. and if they did, at least it’s not on purpose. more likely, it’s andrews problem.

 the brothers, although they worked well as a dream team, each performed better separately. they are each two years apart. alex, the oldest one, he’s such a perfection itself. the smartest in brothers, not only he’s fulfill his duty as eldest brother by taking care of his sibling, but also basically everyone around him. as an honer roll student, he always one step ahead of his peers. there’s nothing he can’t do. everything about his brother is perfect and elegant. perfect student, perfect friend, perfect veterinarian, perfect boyfriend, perfect brother and perfect son. he’s the proud one in family. someday even if his older brother throwing his hat in the ring, to running for president, andrew wouldn’t be surprise.

on the contrary max, the youngest, he’s a rascal and rebel. not to family or innocents, but against society, to irrational system, like convention and corruption things. the trouble maker in brothers. he’s bold, daring and brave. it’s not fake or immature thing. he’s a genuine one. some people might consider him a bad boy by his acts and wild looks but not really. seemingly he’s lone wolf. the truth is, he’s such a darling to everyone. it was impossible not to love this guy. he’s the charming one in family. as social butterfly by nature, the younger one loves party and people. his irresistible smile attracts people, especially to women since he born. ladies boy to ladies man now. also he’s a journalist too. he put his heart and soul into these works. andrew is sure that his baby brother gonna surprise the world.

as if that’s not enough, both of them belonged to the football team when in high school. the linebacker and the quarterback. and andrew? people might expected that he was in there too. maybe the center. but no. although he can play if he wants ( his brothers used to practice on the others. so yeah)  he was in drama club.

andrew is well, just andrew. it wasn’t mean that he was the ugly duckling. if anything, andrew had a good time in his own way. not exactly the popular one, but close to. he has a dry sense of humor that people thinks really funny. he looks cool, calm and collected but still friendly one. he had good grade, he has good friends, he was one of main players in dram club. he was good in many things. sometimes andrew thought that he just playing a role in real life. mostly original, but still mixing copy in a character. almost perfect as much as the older one. almost charming as much as younger one. but not enough to satisfied himself. he can’t impressed people like them. middle isn’t means center anyway.

like he said. his parents love them equally, never compared them to others. andrew compared himself to them. andrew knows he shouldn’t treat himself like that. but he couldn’t stop either.

sure, the family lives in harmony but that didn’t mean they are flawless. yes. he said the word perfect maybe too many times. ‘perfect’ as humanly possible. of course they have trouble too, they fight and sulk to each others as other people do that. over ridiculous things like toothpaste flavor to some serious issue. and apologize,  back to life as if nothing had ever happened. likewise, of course andrew knows they are just mortal as much as he is. but can’t help the noticing that they all way better than him. no one wouldn’t agree with him though. no one understand his feeling ether. that’s why he thought this is his problem.

when andrew was in college, he played several roles in several plays than high school. his professor told him he’s talented one. even though andrew couldn’t sure about that, but occasionally he found himself that how easily he into the roles. it was fun to become another person which he never gonna be in reality. it felt good. like drug, he was kind of addicted to it a bit. sometimes he felt that he’s breathing easier in roles than just himself. first time andrew realized that, he immediately felt guilty, like he betrayed his family. although he did his best to hide it. god. what’s wrong with him. he used to ask this to himself. but there was no answer. it’s like poverty midst plenty, surrounding people, somewhat he felt lonely. if it’s any consolation, at least his acting is good.

he might too busy to struggling with himself.(low key self-conscious, loneliness, self-induced pressure) andrew tends to catching up with things later. for example, his confused sexuality. actually it started at his sophomore year(his best guessing) didn’t nocticed until senior year. of college. he was a mess at that time. he’s in shock, not really ashamed of that but don’t know how to deal with. he already had enough shit.

or

“what do you mean, you have known this what, whole time?”

“i’m your mom andy, what do you expect from me? and stop looking at me like that.”

“like what?”

“like i ate your whole candy!”

“were you?”

or

“dad?”

“well, son. we couldn’t sure about that. just guess, you didn’t show any particular sign about that, but you know, we’re your parents. and you was in drama club anyway.”

“i hate this family.”

“no, you’re not.”

or

“so..you can have men and women both, huh? you hit the jackpot, bro!“

“you’re not helping.”

“if you want to join community, talk me anytime. i know some people who can help.”

“you just want to use me to date with them. you jerk.”

or

“if you want to meet someone, maybe i can introduce my friends or visitors.”

“thank you, but no thank you.”

“which do you prefer, cat person or dog person?”

“stop.”

huh.

he knows that his family not gonna judging him with that. it went well as expected. too well. jesus fucking christ, his parents have known before he realized. his brothers, they accepted it like he changed his hair color. so, no surprising. no shock. no bewilderment, no fussing. and andrew, he found himself a little disappointing about that. seriously what’s wrong with him, he asked himself again as many time did. it wasn’t make any sense. he got the best response as much as he could get, from people who he care most deeply about. and upset with that? what the hell.

but he couldn’t show it, as always.

after some wandering, andrew began to working for that company called buzzfeed. it was niki, his best friend suggestion. who already had been there. he met her senior year of college. they was in class for studying filmmaking (his major. theater was minor) they really clicked immediately. they have similar personalities and dispositions andrew is comfortable around her. he knows her, she knows him. niki understand him in that way no one did before. they talked about almost everything. also she realized his sexuality faster than him.

 it was surprisedly easy for him to adjusted to life in california. there’re so many people. so many food. and sun. the sunshine is so bright it got him almost blinding. floods into everywhere, you can’t hide nothing from that. for a quite while, he hadn’t notice that he changed mood. he’s been too busy to think about anything else but  adapt new life. it was refreshing. warming him up under the sun, he thought maybe it’s time to stop hiding. he should to living his own life. now he feels more independent, more freedom than before. it reminded him first college year, but better. he living on his money now. maybe that’w why. maybe for the first time in his life, he’s simply in the right place at the right time.

steven wasn’t.

“i think you’re the right person for this show.”

when steven approached him and said like that, it takes a moment for the words sink in. and andrew realized that steven is still there, sitting in next to him. so he has no a choice but turn his body steven’s way to facing him. if others did as steven did, he may get suspicious first.(fuck candid camera.) but he’s steven lim. it’s not like andrew knows him well. aside from his name, tall, thin asian, blond, awkward but smart guy. and that’s all. nothing above average except height. he’s no problem with that. what and don’t understand is, it seems everybody in buzzfeed loves steven a lot. without any special reason. nothing wrong with the love. but something in there, or something off in there. some people acts as if they’re possessed by whatever, how andrew can know what is it? just it feels little bit unnatural. but again, he really don’r know about steven lim. but andrew also knows that; he’s not kind of backstabbing person. as an actor, andrew is sure that steven is incapable of telling a lie. well, technically he can. just he’d be a terrible liar.

he can see steven tried to look casual, but obviously it’s not works when steven wiggling in his chair like a nervous child. moreover he fidgeting his hands constantly and he’s eyes, are looking everywhere in the office but him.

stop that. andrew feels an urge to snap at him, or hold his armchair to stop him

“are you sure? don’t get me wrong. but i never expect this.” not from you.

instead, he tries answered calmly. he’s already guilty of one thing to steven. don’t have a plan for make another sin. adam’s going to kill him. who talked to him about the show steven and him are planning. “why me? i mean, we barely know each other.” andrew asks, because it’s true.

steven nods, enthusiastically. “i’m sure. and you’re right. we don’t know each other. that’s why we need you. we compare food on food. but our difference, i think it gonna inject some life there.” steven nods again, not to andrew this time. like he wants to make sure at himself too. he knits his brows like he thinks hard something.   andrew realizes that he stopped the wiggling. so he is serious. “and i heard that you’re not picky.” steven adda, in seriousness. like it’s most important problem in there. and okay. andrew has to keep a straight face.

“and?” it’s come out softly more than he thinks he would be, almost encouragingly. it works.

“and i heard you love foods. i need someone who would be really, truly professional about this show. we gotta do a lot of things just for this. we don’t need expert. we need passion, sincerity and devotion to go on the this show. i am. but when i go too far, i need someone drag me down to ground.” he explains, sincerely, while steven talked to him, steven looking at him straight in his eyes. somehow andrew impresses.

“and you think of me?” amused too. it’s not like andrew isn’t tempt by that. andrew did filming with him once. steven’s good. the concept is appearing. and adam would be there too. it’s gonna be a good shot.

“yes. i’m sure that we’ll get along fine. i don’t know you well. but i know you’re good from my experience.”now he blushes. it’s pretty. and his desperate, hopeful expression says more than words. steven’s eyes are too dark andrew almost can’t find the iris. but it’s most transparent eyes that he ever seen. vulnerable even. andrew can see through his eyes.

“i’ll think about that.” andrew finds himself says like that. how can he say no to this?

“really? wow, thank you, wow. i know it’s not easy decision. but you won’t be disappointed when you join the team!” steven beams at him. then he jumps to his feet like he’s so excited that he can’t sit still. god, how old he is, twelve? and he don’t know where is it come from but, suddenly it feels like,

“it’ll be worth it.” steven says softly.

exactly.

then steven is gone. as suddenly as he appears. andrew’s mind lost for while; mulling over the suggestion. andrew don’t know well about steven, but he seems nice and passionate. also a bit perfectionist like andrew himself. he can feel that. and even he don’t know about steven. he knows adam. adam is caution man in every respect, he’s nice to everyone, but open his heart to others is whole another story. and andrew knows that adam really, really fond of steven. after all, they are very close. he can trust adam. but andrew knows he already made his mind before this consideration. then andrew realizes, he has never been apologize to steven. about last time incident.  maybe steven forgets it already, given that he acting around d him. but still, andrew should to apologize to him regardless of the show.  that was unfair to steven. next time he see steven, he’d to do. andrew remind himself.

and you know what? it turns out, steven is right.

.

[buckybarnesappreciationsociety]

Love Isn’t A Color; It’s An Emotion (Becca’s Growing Up)

Summary: Rebecca Charlene Rogers, a happy chubby cheeked toddler, loved spending time with her parents, Steve and Asha. Also, her ‘Nana.’ Outside of adults, she rarely had interaction with kids her age outside of the park playground.

Steve and Asha have a decision to make…..to daycare or not to daycare; that is the question.

Characters: Steve Rogers x WoC Asha Rogers

Word Count: 1,289

Warnings: None

Growing up as an only child has its advantages and drawbacks. Rebecca Charlene Rogers longed for a playmate. Sure, Steve, Asha and her grandmother were fine, but they weren’t always available.

Skipping into the kitchen, Becca fluttered her long lashes at Steve. “Daddy, I wanna pway house wif you.”

Folding his newspaper, her understanding father chuckled, “Peanut, daddy’s reading. Not right now. Maybe later?”

With a dejected expression, Becca sulked. “‘kay daddy. Bye.” Now, if there’s one thing Steven Grant Rogers can’t stand, it’s seeing his baby girl sad.

��C’mere sweetheart.” Reaching her little arms up, Steve lifted Becca in his lap. “I know’ya want daddy to play with ya and I will.”

“Awwight. I go pway wif toys in my woom.” By now, Becca’s beautiful eyes were glossed with unshed tears.

At that moment, Steve realized how lonely Becca was. She longed to interact with toddlers her age. The experience would be beneficial not only for her, but Asha and Steve as well.

“Peanut, tell ya what. Mommy and I will talk about you going to daycare.”

Confused, Becca asked, “Daddy, whut day cawr?”

“Well honey, at daycare, you meet other kids your age, learn your ABC’s, colors, shapes and listen to the teacher read. It’s really fun. Would you like that?’

“Uh huh. Tank you daddy. I wuv you.” Becca placed a kiss on his firm thigh and ran to her room.

Speaking to her stuffed ‘friends’, Becca announced, “I going to day cawr and pway wif fwiends.

Bye for now.”

She went down the line, kissing each bear and saying, “I wuv allllll my fwiends.”

Stark Industries boasts the best day care center in the world. Why? Because Edward Anthony Stark performed a stringent vetting for all employees; teachers, cafeteria cooks and servers, custodians and security!

Steve knew Becca would be safe, but he knew Asha would avoid the idea like a plague.

Fretting, Steve rubbed the back of his neck, giving a mental pep talk to himself. “Okay Rogers. You can do this.” At that moment a light bulb appeared over his head. Jazz, candles, and a bubble bath. Can’t forget flowers.

First, Steve ordered 2 dozen assorted flowers; 12 confetti mums and 12 stemmed Gerbera daisies.

Next, feeding and bathing Becca. That wasn’t a problem because his baby girl loved spaghetti and meat sauce. Yes, it was messy but Steve was prepared. After dinner, she watched Frozen for the umpteenth time.

He pan seared a couple T-bone steaks, roasted garlic potatoes, salad and rolls. For dessert,  chocolate mousse with whipped cream. Asha favored Riesling wine, so her attentive husband chilled a bottle, along with a 2 wine glasses.

Asha called and said she’d be home around 7 p.m. That was perfect timing for Steve. Looking at the clock he saw that it was 6:55 p.m.

As fate would have it, the case assigned to Asha demanded more of her time than previously thought. This was a blessing, more than a curse. More time to finish putting the final touches on ‘Operation Romance.’.

Checking on his daughter, Steve found Becca sound asleep on the sofa cuddling her Iron Man bear. Pulling the phone from his shorts, Steve snapped the precious moment, sharing it with Tony and Asha.

Tony, in return, typed a snide comment……….

See Capsicle, even Becca loves me more than her old man. #UncleTonyRocks

YOU DESERVE THE BEST

After putting Becca to bed, around 8:15 p.m., Steve heard the familiar sound of keys and heels.

Asha’s curiosity peaked, as she saw the gentle flicker of candles. “Babe, what’s going on?”

Standing before her was Steve, wearing a black Under Armour t-shirt, grey sweats and a huge smile.

“Welcome home Mrs. Rogers. I missed you.” Steve held her close to his chest, laying a hot kiss on her lips.

Trying to catch her breath, “Whoa, Mr. Rogers! You take my breath away. Is all of this for me?”

“Of course doll. Nothing’s too good for’ya.”

Steve pulled out her seat. “Why thank you kind sir.” He proceeded to serve her and sit down.

ULTERIOR MOTIVE

It was now or never. “Um doll?” In between bites, “Yes baby?” Swallowing hard, “How would’ya feel about Peanut going to day care?”

Laying her fork on the table and narrowing her grey eyes, “So, is this why you’re buttering me up?” Asha’s tone sound accusatory.

“Naw love. You deserve this. See, Peanut said she didn’t have any friends a-”

Brows furrowed, Asha inquired, “What? She said that?”

“Yeah. Becca wanted me to play and I had reports to do. It broke my heart.”

This is an all too familiar feeling Asha knows well. The last thing she wanted was Becca being a loner. She craved interaction with kids her age.

“Alright love,” Asha affirmed.

Kissing her hand, “We’ll do it tomorrow. Right now though, finish your dinner ‘cuz there’s a bubble bath waiting for ya. Afterwards, some mommy and daddy time.”

Asha quirked her eyebrow. “Mmmm sounds devine. You, my love, are just what the doctor ordered. I love you Steve.”

Pushing back from the table, Steve scooped Asha from the chair, carried her bridal style to the bedroom, gently kicking the door shut.

I’M NOT READY

Asha, Steve and Becca attended open house at Stark Daycare Center. You could see the wonder in Becca’s eyes as she looked at bright tables, chairs, bookshelves, letters around the walls, pictures of animals. And the best part, there were other 3 year olds.

The class and parents were in awe of Captain America. Trying to deflect the attention from himself, Steve pulled Asha to his side, “I think Peanut’s gonna be just fine.” Turning her head, Asha wiped a tear from her face. “Where did time go babe?. Our baby’s in day care.”

Mrs. Nasserman, one of the instructors, asked the kids their names. When Becca’s turn came, she proudly stated, “Webecca Wogers. I’m fwree,” she said holding up 2 fingers on her left hand and 1 on her right.Steve and Asha beamed with pride.

For the next hour, while parents milled about looking over the room, the kids sang songs, played on the iPads and also snacks were served.

Running to her parents, Becca announced, “Mommy, daddy we ate fwoot and say ABC.”

Asha asked her baby girl to recite the alphabets. “‘Kay. ABCCGFGKLOP.” Steve thought it was the cutest thing ever. He even made a video to send to the team. Asha and Becca clapped.

“Yay Webecca big gurl,” Becca’s toothy grin spread from ear to ear.

In that moment, Steve and Asha knew daycare would was beneficial to Becca’s growth. Interacting with kids her age means she won’t be alone.

SURPRISE

Tangled together on the sofa, Steve mused, “I’m so happy Becca’s going to daycare.” Gazing into his eyes, Asha whispered, “So am I. And just think, this time next year, she’ll have someone to play with at home.”

Steve’s eyes bulged. “D-d-doll are ya joking?” “No Mr. Rogers. I’m 8 weeks. I didn’t say anything because I wanted to be certain. SURPRISE!” Wiping his eyes, the overjoyed super soldier leaned in and kissed his wife. “You and Becca are my world. Now, there’s another Peanut on the way. Gosh doll, m’so happy.” “So am I sweetheart.”

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In Secret - Learning Experience

"N-nothing is the matter, Gajeel. Only..." His face was so close to mine, I could feel his breath on my cheek. I had been planning to talk to him, but then my lips were crashing into his. I felt the iron hard muscles of his arm around my waist as he staggered back from my newest assault. I felt a jolt as he hit the wall behind him, and I broke off our kiss, gasping.

My heart was racing, and I was sure my cheeks were on fire. His eyes were studying my face, like he was seeing me for the first time. I saw them reach my lips and then we were kissing again. I couldn't stop my hands from sliding up his chest, over his broad shoulders, and tangling into his hair. I pressed my body against him, electricity coursing through me.

"Miss Levy!" I was jolted out of my thoughts by a skinny set of arms wrapping around my waist. Glancing down, I saw a blue head of hair tucked against me. "Hello, James! How are you today?"

"I'm good, Miss! We didn't think you were coming!" Gajeel had been gone for three days of his week long mission, and this had been my first time back to see the kids. "Well, James, I have been setting something up. A little training session, we'll call it." He left go of me and stepped back. "Training? But Gajeel isn't here? Oh! Reading?!" Laughing, I walked further into the warehouse. "Well, there's reading involved, yes. Why don't you gather the others and I'll tell everyone, hmm?"

As he ran off, I set the stack of papers I carried onto the table. I flipped through them, folding them in half so the kids couldn't read them right away and writing names on the backs. Sam popped up next to me, startling me and sending things flying. "Sam! Goodness!" I scrambled to snatch the pages back, looking up to see her holding one. "Levy, what's this?" I glanced at the paper she had in her hand. "Well, that's a task I have set up for someone to do. Please hand it here and I'll explain in a moment." She looked at me curiously, passing the sheet back to me.

I reassembled my papers as everyone gathered around me, and smiled brightly at them. "Okay! Everyone here? Good! Today, you're going to have training in following orders, and completing jobs for clients. Is anyone here currently being hunted by authorities?" Two tentative hands slipped into the air, and I nodded, smiling. "That's okay. It just means you're going to be staying here with me today. Everyone else, I've picked and set up jobs around town. Now, normally, only a guild wizard can accept these jobs, but I've arranged things so you can complete these tasks." I saw a few alarmed faces and smiled again, "Don't worry, I've made sure they won't know who you are. As far as any of the clients know, you're my cousin, or a friend's child, or a potential new member of Fairy Tail. Many of these people have known me since I was your age, so they trust me."

With that, I started passing out papers, telling them to start reading. I gave them instruction to come to me when they thought they understood their tasks, and I pulled aside the three who were staying with me, setting them problems to work on. "Miss?" James was standing next to me. I glanced at him over my shoulder and waited for him to continue. "My task. I need to go help the bookstore owner by the river? He can't find some old scrolls, is that correct?" I nodded and looked at him expectantly. "Can I go then?"

"Sure. Go ahead." I raised my voice so everyone could hear me and continued. "Don't forget that you can always tell a client if you don't feel qualified, and come back here for help. I'll be here all day." With an offended expression and a sigh, James slipped out, leaving me grinning at his back. I'll see him again before too long. The children approached me one or two at a time after that, and before long, they were all gone. I sat on the table reading, and helping Rat and Kasai with their figures. Steven had stayed at my request, so I could work with him on his reading, his dyslexia making that a difficult task. I had a secondary reason for keeping him there as well, but I hadn't told him.

After about an hour, James came thudding through the door. I restrained the giggle that almost burst out of me at the dark expression on his face. "You knew. You knew I wouldn't be able to do that alone." His accusation hung in the air between us for a moment as I finished explaining a problem to Rat. I schooled my features into something serious and looked at the blue haired boy. When I didn't say anything, he sighed and lost the scowl. "Alright, what am I supposed to do then?"

"Sometimes, James, wizards work in teams. So, what kept you from completing your job?" He looked at his feet and took a deep breath, before admitting that he had been tasked with finding scrolls in a dark archive room. The shopkeeper, Daniel, wouldn't allow any flame in the room, for obvious reasons, and his light lacrima had broken. I'd noticed the lacrima's outage when I'd visited the shop two days ago, and spoken with my friend. I asked him to hold off on replacing it so I could test my cousin and his friend on their abilities. Dan's heart for children was only matched by his desire to educate people, so of course he'd leapt at the opportunity.

"I can't hold my Shine for very long, and I knew if I just kept casting it, I would wear myself out." I nodded and he screwed up his face in thought. "So I came back to see if you had an idea on what I could do. But you said teams, which means you probably have someone in mind who could help me." He sulked a little at that last, but I beamed at him happily. I saw Steven go still next to me, trying to pretend he was still reading.

James sighed again, and it was such an exasperated sound that I almost giggled again. "Steven... Will you help me on this job?" With a loud whoop, Steven jumped from his seat. "Miss! Can I?" James groaned as Steven nearly tackled me, causing a laugh to finally escape. "Stick to First Light, okay Steven? Don't try to show off for the client, it never works out well." He nodded and let go of me, running past James for the door. "James." He turned back to look at me. "Because you are handling this so maturely I'm going to tell you. You're needed for more than just your ability to read. You will need your Script magic." He brightened at that and ran after his new partner. Complete opposites, rivals, and somehow still best friends. Those boys are just like Natsu and Gray...

Whoop! Two chapters in one day! What is the world coming to?

Fanfiction.net - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12352494/19/In-Secret

Ao3 - http://archiveofourown.org/works/9774311/chapters/26068998

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The Snowmen (Doctor Who Christmas Special)

Today Jon is forced to watch and recap “The Snowmen”, the mid-series Christmas special for Doctor Who’s seventh series, as well as its three - you read that right, three - prequels: “The Great Detective”, “Vastra Investigates” and “The Battle of Demon's Run — Two Days Later”. The Doctor has given up on saving the universe after the loss of Amy and Rory, but his friends, as well as the rest of the people on planet Earth, need his help to stop an army made up of intelligent snow. Will the Doctor come out of retirement in time to save Victorian London from the Snowmen? Will we ever get that Paternoster Gang spin-off we’re all dreaming of? Why does that one actress look so familiar?

Keep reading to find out…

Eli, I’m so sorry that this recap is so inexcusably late! I promise to get back on track and be more punctual in the future. I don’t want to take too much time before getting to the recap(s), but I did want to let you know you did a great job with you “Till Death Do We Volley” recap! I agree that it would be exhausting to have a friend like Trudy, but I always like getting to see a side of Dorothy that we don’t normally get to see when she’s with the main crew. This isn’t one of my favorite episodes either, but I do always have a good time with it. Your next episode, “High Anxiety”, is one of the most well-known episodes of the whole show, so I’m really looking forward to your thoughts on it.

For now, though, buttocks tight!

“The Great Detective” directed by Saul Metzstein and written by Steven Moffat

We start off in Victorian England, where a voiceover tells us that our old pals Madame Vastra, a Silurian, Jenny Flint, a human, and Commander Strax, a Sontaran, all last seen in “A Good Man Goes to War”, have become legendary crime fighters. Vastra is known as the Great Detective, Jenny is her beautiful assistant, and Strax is their hideous henchman. There’s also tale of a fourth member of this squad, known as the Paternoster Gang, who gets involved from time to time. This, it turns out, is such a time, and the fourth member approaches the Gang out of the shadows. Vastra tells them that the Gang has learned of an unexpected meteor shower earlier, and it’s probably connected to aliens. The fourth member isn’t interested, so Jenny tries to hook their interest by them about a crazy guy who wants to split Earth in two. The fourth member still doesn’t bite, so Strax lets them know he’s going to war against Earth’s oldest enemy, the Moon. The fourth member, who’s the Doctor, just so you know, is frustrated. The Paternoster Gang keeps trying to get him to involve himself in the sort of trouble he used to get up to, but he tells them flat out that he’s retired. He walks away, and Jenny and Vastra realize he actually means it this time. Strax, meanwhile, is still dead set on taking that smug Moon down a peg.

“Vastra Investigates” directed by Saul Metzstein and written by Steven Moffat

We’re still hanging out with the Paternoster Gang, and we’re just in time to see Strax putting the hurt on some human criminal scum. Jenny apologizes for Strax being so… well, Strax, and Vastra, clearly not being one for false pretenses, explains he’s a genetically modified clone warrior from outer space. Scotland Yard thanks Vastra for her help in wrapping up this humdinger of a case, but the officer speaking with her can’t help but wonder about her skin condition. Once again Vastra just lays it out and informs him that she’s a humanoid reptile from an ancient civilization that predates humanity and is currently hibernating within the Earth. Jenny fills in some gaps by explaining that Vastra got accidentally woken up when London was expanding its subway system. We’re going whole hog on exposition right now, so Vastra explains that she wasn’t thrilled about all the talking apes she found when she got back to the surface, but then she fell in love with Jenny. The Inspector can handle alien clones and humanoid reptiles, but a couple of lesbians is too much for him, and Vastra and Jenny take their leave. Jenny wonders if the Doctor will ever stop sulking in this TARDIS, but Vastra is more understanding of the emotional plight he’s going through. Jenny notices it’s snowing outside, but Vastra says that’s impossible because there aren’t any clouds in the sky.

“The Battle of Demon's Run — Two Days Later” directed by Saul Metzstein and written by Steven Moffat

Jumping back in time to the immediate aftermath of “A Good Man Goes to War”, Jenny and Vastra have just stabilized the wounded Strax. It’s been two days since the Battle of Demon’s Run, and Strax is back in tip-top shape thanks to the Great Detective and her assistant. Strax is pretty pissed about this, as he really had his heart set on dying in battle. Vastra explains everyone’ going back to their proper times and places, but she and Jenny wanted to invite Strax to come back home with them. They noticed that Strax is all alone, and they can relate; Jenny’s been ostracized by her family for being attracted to women and Vastra is the only Silurian not currently hibernating. Strax isn’t really interested, though, because they’re gross aliens. Vastra and Jenny begin to take their leave, but Strax changes his mind and calls them back and says he’ll give London a shot. The three set off on what I’m sure will be some whacky adventures.

Special directed by Saul Metzstein and written by Steven Moffat

We’re still kicking around in Victorian England, specifically 1842, and we see a bunch of children playing in the snow. One specific child, Walter, prefers the company of the snowman he’s building to that of the other children, and that has some resident adults worried. Walter practically never talks to anyone, and that’s just odd. He does, however, enjoy talking to his snowman, and to his surprise it talks back in the voice of the one, the only, Ian McKellen. The voice from the snowman agrees with Walter that he shouldn’t bother to speak with the other children, and offers to help the boy. Fast forward 50 years and an adult Walter (Richard E. Grant) is watching a bunch of workers scrape away samples of snow from snowmen. The voice of Ian McKellen is now coming out of a giant snow globe, and Walter gives it some of the snow from the snowmen. The voice says that a great swarm is approaching, and humanity will end during its time of celebration. Walter needs to make sure no one finds out what’s going on here, so he feeds the workers to the now-animate snowmen.

Elsewhere, in a bar called the Rose & Crown, a very familiar-looking barmaid (Jenna Coleman) steps outside the bar only to find a big old snowman waiting for her. The Doctor walks past and she asks if he made it, but he says he didn’t. She asks who did, because it wasn’t there before. The barmaid introduces herself as Clara and the Doc leaves. Clara is so intrigued by this 30-second-long exchange that she chases down the cab the Doc’s gotten into, climbs onto the roof and busts in through the sunroof.

After some revamped opening credits, we’re back with Walter, introduced as Dr. Simeon, who’s about to be confronted by Vastra and Jenny, who’s rocking a ye olde catsuit. Vastra’s wondered about what Walter gets up to with his mysterious institute, but Walter doesn’t give her anything. Vastra says the snow that’s all over London has a telepathic field around it and is capable of detecting and responding to thoughts and memories of the people around it. Walter doesn’t deny any of this, and in fact informs the Great Detective that a winter is coming that end humanity and that there’s nothing Vastra can do about it. Vastra tells him there’s someone who can stop him, referring to the Doctor, but Jenny points out that the Doc doesn’t help anymore.

Elsewhere, Strax is spying on Walter’s men as they gather snow samples from snowmen while the Doc is investigating the snow itself. Strax wants to lead an assault on Walter’s institute, or, at least, you know, investigate or something. The Doc says it’s not any of their business, and Strax voices his disdain for the Doc’s apathy. The Doctor’s just done with all of this world-saving nonsense, and instead focuses on the fact that Clara is currently locked inside Strax’s carriage. The Doc has Strax retrieve a worm that will wipe out Clara’s memory, but Strax is super dumb and ends up wiping the last hour of his own memory. Clara is just taking in this show and enjoying herself, and tells the Doc she’ll think about running away once she figured out who built that snowman. She really, really cares about that random snowman for some reason. Speak of the devil, a snowman materializes just down the street. Clara calls the Doc over to investigate, but since Clara’s thinking of the snowman and the snow is telepathic more and more copies of it begin popping up and advancing on the two of them. The Doc has Clara imagine the snowmen melting, and they do.

The Doc says he’s still not going to investigate what’s going on and has Strax send Clara back he found her, but, of course, she gives the Sontaran the slip. She follows him back to an empty park, where he climbs into the invisible, hovering TARDIS. Clara follows him up and knocks on the TARDIS door, but hides when the Doc comes out to investigate. She runs back down the invisible staircase leading up to the TARDIS. Meanwhile, the voice of Ian McKellen says that it will snow again tomorrow, and the snow will bring the end of mankind. Clara lets her boss know she’s quitting her job at the Rose & Crown and getting back to her real job, which, it turns out, is being a governess at the same house we saw Walter at as a child. Here Clara is known as Miss Montague, and the kids here love her. She talks to a young girl, Frannie, about some nightmares she’s been having the kids’ old governess, who was Walter’s mom, and a boy leads Clara to a pool where the old governess died. All the snow and ice has thawed, but the pool where the old governess died is still frozen. Clara remembers what the Doc said about the snow reading people’s thoughts, and thinks the ice is reading the girl’s mind. The girl says that in her dreams the governess says she’ll be coming back in time for Christmas, and Clara thinks it’s time she sought out the Doctor for help.

She can’t get back to the TARDIS, and Jenny catches her. She brings her to Vastra, who subjects Clara to test where she’s only able to answer questions with one word. Vastra goes on to explain that the Doctor suffered a loss and as a result no longer helps people. Vastra’s final test is to have Clara give her a single word that will explain why she thinks she needs the Doctor’s help. Vastra calls the Doc up and lets him know the word Clara chose was “pond”. Wouldn’t you know it, that gets the Doctor’s attention.

Walter is hard at work in his institute, but the voice of Ian McKellen says that a dangerous intelligence is at work now. Just then Walter is told that Sherlock Holmes is here to see him and the Doctor storms in. The voice of Ian McKellen informs him that it is actually the snow inside the snow globe, and it is the Great Intelligence. The Doc figures out that the Intelligence is trying to take over the world, but it can’t do that with snowmen. Instead it needs to have a more human form, which brings us to the old governess currently frozen in that pond. The Doc goes to investigate the frozen pond and Clara catches sight of him. She waves for him to come up to see her, and he can’t figure out how to say no. The ice in the pond begins to crack and just then Walter pulls up and is observed by Vastra, Jenny and Strax. Clara is trying to convince the girl from earlier that she won’t have bad dreams anymore, but just then the frozen governess barges into the room. The Doctor is able to shatter her with his screwdriver, but then Walter fires up a snow machine outside the house.

The Doctor continues to insist that he doesn’t help like this anymore, but Clara notices the room is getting colder and the shattered governess begins to reform. Snowmen begin to form all around the house and the Paternoster Gang arrives inside. Jenny throws a forcefield grenade to keep the governess stuck upstairs and everyone relocates to a relatively protected room in the house. The Doc lets everyone know that the snowmen need to get their hands on the governess because she’s the perfect fusion of snow and human DNA, and if they use her as a blueprint they can keep from melting and take over the world. The Doctor and Clara, who gives the Doc a big smooch, meet Walter at the front door. Walter says they have five minutes to turn over his late mom.

Clara and the Doctor make it up to the roof and are chased by the governess. They head up to the TARDIS and lead the governess up after them. Clara gets her first look at the inside of the TARDIS, which has been redesigned. For a reason she doesn’t fully understand, Clara asks if there’s a kitchen. She says she likes making soufflés, and that catches the Doc’s attention. He invites Clara to travel with him in the TARDIS, and just then the governess sneaks up behind her and drags her out of the TARDIS. The two fall to the ground far below, and Clara dies when she lands near the house. The Doctor materializes the TARDIS around her and uses it to bring her into the house while avoiding the snowmen. Strax is able to bring Clara back to life while the Doctor investigates the remains of the shattered governess inside the TARDIS. The governess can’t reform inside the TARDIS, so Vastra says the Doc should go and be with Clara. She says Strax’s technology will bring Clara back to life for a while, but her injuries are too severe for her to survive for long.

The Doctor blames himself for what happened to Clara, but says she’s going to live. He goes to her and she wakes up and asks if he’s going to save the world. She says she’ll travel with him if he does, so he says he will. He goes out to meet Walter and lets him know he’s brought a piece of the shattered governess but Walter will have to go to his office to get it. Vastra and the Doctor go to Walter’s office and Walter meets them there. The Doc tweaks the snow globe holding the Great Intelligence and reveals that its voice isn’t that of Ian McKellen, but is actually the voice of Walter as a child. There isn’t an Great Intelligence; the snow is just a mirror for Walter’s darkest impulses and urges. Walter grabs the box containing the shattered piece of governess, but inside is actually that memory worm. The worm strips away Walter’s memory of his adult life, stripping the Intelligence of its voice.

The Doc thinks this is over, but the Intelligence is still speaking and the snowmen surrounding the house begin to grow. The Intelligence lets the Doc know that by creating a void in Walter’s mind, he’s made room for the Intelligence to move in and possess him. Walter begins to freeze the Doc to death. Meanwhile, Clara is fading and lets out a tear. The emotional weight of the kids she cared for and their father crying for the loss of Clara is enough to overpower the snow and melt it all into tears. Or something like that, I don’t know. The Doctor and Vastra arrive in time for the Doc to have a moment with Clara before she dies.

Vastra, Jenny and the Doctor visit Clara’s grave and the Doc gives her some flowers. He sees her headstone and realizes her full name is Clara Oswin Oswald and realizes he’s met her before without knowing it. The Doctor doesn’t understand how the same woman can exist and die multiple times throughout time, but he thinks if he found her twice he can find her again. In the present, another version of Clara passes by the grave of her former self and the Doctor sets off in the TARDIS to find her.

The End

~~~~~

There were some real highs and lows in this one! The story of the Great Intelligence and the snow and all that made no sense to me at all, and the ending seemed to come out of nowhere. But, by golly, those Paternoster kids are really growing on me. I like all three of them a lot, and I like how they fit together and function as a team. I still think Jenna Coleman is an engaging actress and I’m curious to see what’s up with this An Abundance of Claras situation we’ve got on our hands. Aside from that, it was fun to have Ian McKellen involved in this one, as well Richard E. Grant (known to me for starring in a short film I saw because I belong to a certain shadowy organization). If I were judging this strictly on the strength of the plot I would have to rate it pretty low, but I had a lot of fun with the characters and I’m feeling generous, so I think my rating is actually going to be pretty high.

I give “The Snowmen” QQQQ on the Five Q Scale.

We’ll see you again... well, pretty soon, probably, when Eli will get strung out with the next episode of The Golden Girls, “High Anxiety”, and then I’ll be back with my recap of the next episode of Doctor Who, “The Bells of Saint John”.

Until then, thanks for reading, thanks for snowing and thanks for being One of Us!

[buckybarnesappreciationsociety]

Becca Goes To Preschool

Summary: Rebecca Charlene Rogers, a happy chubby cheeked toddler, loved spending time with her parents, Steve and Asha. Also, her ‘Nana.’ Outside of adults, she rarely had interaction with kids her age outside of the park playground.

Steve and Asha have a decision to make…..to daycare or not to daycare; that is the question.

Word Count: 1,289

Warnings: None

A/N: The second installment in “Steve and Asha Rogers.” Thank you so much for reading.

Growing up as an only child has its advantages and drawbacks. Rebecca Charlene Rogers longed for a playmate. Sure, Steve, Asha and her grandmother were fine, but they weren’t always available.

Skipping into the kitchen, Becca fluttered her long lashes at Steve. “Daddy, I wanna pway wif house wif you.”

Folding his newspaper, her understanding father chuckled, “Peanut, daddy’s reading. Not right now. Maybe later?”

With a dejected expression, Becca sulked. “‘kay daddy. Bye.” Now, if there’s one thing Steven Grant Rogers can’t stand, it’s seeing his baby girl sad.

“C’mere sweetheart.” Reaching her little arms up, Steve lifted Becca in his lap. “I know’ya want daddy to play with ya and I will.”

“Awwight. I go pway wif toys in my woom.” By now, Becca’s beautiful eyes were glossed with unshed tears.

At that moment, Steve realized how lonely Becca was. She longed to interact with toddlers her age. The experience would be beneficial not only for her, but Asha and Steve as well.

“Peanut, tell ya what. Mommy and I will talk about you going to daycare.”

Confused, Becca asked, “Daddy, whut day cawr?”

“Well honey, at daycare, you meet other kids your age, learn your ABC’s, colors, shapes and listen to the teacher read. It’s really fun. Would you like that?’

“Uh huh. Tank you daddy. I wuv you.” Becca placed a kiss on his firm thigh and ran to her room.

Speaking to her stuffed ‘friends’, Becca announced, “I going to day cawr and pway wif fwiends.

Bye for now.” She went down the line, kissing each bear and saying, “I wuv allllll my fwiends.”

Stark Industries boasts the best day care center in the world. Why? Because Edward Anthony Stark performed a stringent vetting for all employees; teachers, cafeteria cooks and servers, custodians and security! Steve knew Becca would be safe, but he knew Asha would avoid the idea like a plague.

Fretting, Steve rubbed the back of his neck, giving a mental pep talk to himself. “Okay Rogers. You can do this.” At that moment a light bulb appeared over his head. Jazz, candles, and a bubble bath. Can’t forget flowers.

First, Steve ordered 2 dozen assorted flowers; 12 confetti mums and 12 stemmed Gerbera daisies.

Next, feeding and bathing Becca. That wasn’t a problem because his baby girl loved spaghetti and meat sauce. Yes, it was messy but Steve was prepared. After dinner, she watched Frozen for the umpteenth time.

He pan seared a couple T-bone steaks, roasted garlic potatoes, salad and rolls. For dessert,  chocolate mousse with whipped cream. Asha favored Riesling wine, so her attentive husband chilled a bottle, along with a 2 wine glasses.

Asha called and said she’d be home around 7 p.m. That was perfect timing for Steve. Looking at the clock he saw that it was 6:55 p.m.

As fate would have it, the case assigned to Asha demanded more of her time than previously thought. This was a blessing, more than a curse. More time to finish putting the final touches on ‘Operation Romance.’.

Checking on his daughter, Steve found Becca sound asleep on the sofa cuddling her Iron Man bear. Pulling the phone from his shorts, Steve snapped the precious moment, sharing it with Tony and Asha.

Tony, in return, typed a snide comment……….

See Capsicle, even Becca loves me more than her old man. #UncleTonyRocks

YOU DESERVE THE BEST

After putting Peanut to bed, around 8:15 p.m., Steve heard the familiar sound of keys and heels.

Asha’s curiosity peaked, as she saw the gentle flicker of candles. “Babe, what’s going on?”

Standing before her was Steve, wearing a black Under Armour t-shirt, grey sweats and a huge smile.

“Welcome home Mrs. Rogers. I missed you.” Steve held her close to his chest, laying a hot kiss on her lips.

Trying to catch her breath, “Whoa, Mr. Rogers! You take my breath away. Is all of this for me?”

“Of course doll. Nothing’s too good for’ya.”

Steve pulled out her seat. “Why thank you kind sir.” He proceeded to serve her and sit down.

THE DAYCARE DISCUSSION

It was now or never. “Um doll?” In between bites, “Yes baby?” Swallowing hard, “How would’ya feel about Peanut going to day care?”

Laying her fork on the table and narrowing her grey eyes, “So, is this why you’re buttering me up?” Asha’s tone sound accusatory.

“Naw love. You deserve this. See, Peanut said she didn’t have any friends a-”

Brows furrowed, Asha inquired, “What? She said that?”

“Yeah. Becca wanted me to play and I had reports to do. It broke my heart.”

This is an all too familiar feeling Asha knows well. The last thing she wanted was Becca being a loner. She craved interaction with kids her age.

“Alright love,” Asha affirmed.

Kissing her hand, “We’ll do it tomorrow. Right now though, finish your dinner ‘cuz there’s a bubble bath waiting for ya. Afterwards, some mommy and daddy time.”

Asha quirked her eyebrow. “Mmmm sounds devine. You, my love, are just what the doctor ordered. I love you Steve.”

Pushing back from the table, Steve scooped Asha from the chair, carried her bridal style to the bedroom, gently kicking the door shut.

I’M NOT READY

Asha, Steve and Becca attended open house at Stark Daycare Center. You could see the wonder in Becca’s eyes as she looked at bright tables, chairs, bookshelves, letters around the walls, pictures of animals. And the best part, there were other 3 year olds.

The class and parents were in awe of Captain America. Trying to deflect the attention from himself, Steve pulled Asha to his side, “I think Peanut’s gonna be just fine.” Turning her head, Asha wiped a tear from her face. “Where did time go babe?. Our baby’s in day care.”

Mrs. Nasserman, one of the instructors, asked the kids their names. When Becca’s turn came, she proudly stated, “Webecca Wogers. I’m fwree,” she said holding up 2 fingers on her left hand and 1 on her right.Steve and Asha beamed with pride.

For the next hour, while parents milled about looking over the room, the kids sang songs, played on the iPads and also snacks were served.

Running to her parents, Becca announced, “Mommy, daddy we ate fwoot and say ABC.”

Asha asked her baby girl to recite the alphabets. “‘Kay. ABCCGFGKLOP.” Steve thought it was the cutest thing ever. He even made a video to send to the team. Asha and Becca clapped.

“Yay Webecca big gurl,” Becca’s toothy grin spread from ear to ear.

In that moment, Steve and Asha knew daycare would was beneficial to Becca’s growth. Interacting with kids her age means she won’t be alone.

SURPRISE

Tangled together on the sofa, Steve mused, “I’m so happy Peanut’s going to daycare.” Gazing into his eyes, Asha whispered, “So am I. And just think, this time next year, she’ll have someone to play with at home.”

Steve’s eyes bulged. “D-d-doll are ya joking?” “No Mr. Rogers. I’m 8 weeks. I didn’t say anything because I wanted to be certain. SURPRISE!” Wiping his eyes, the overjoyed super soldier leaned in and kissed his wife. “You and Becca are my world. Now, there’s another Peanut on the way. Gosh doll, m’so happy.” “So am I sweetheart.”

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“Little One”

Summary: Rebecca Charlene Rogers, a happy chubby cheeked toddler, loved spending time with her parents, Steve and Asha. Also, her ‘Nana.’ Outside of adults, she rarely had interaction with kids her age outside of the park playground.

Steve and Asha have a decision to make…..to daycare or not to daycare; that is the question.

Word Count: 1,289

Pairing: Steve Rogers x PoC Asha Rogers    OFC: Rebecca Rogers

Warnings: None

Growing up as an only child has its advantages and drawbacks. Rebecca Charlene Rogers longed for a playmate. Sure, Steve, Asha and her grandmother were fine, but they weren’t always available.

Skipping into the kitchen, Becca fluttered her long lashes at Steve. “Daddy, I wanna pway wif house wif you.”

Folding his newspaper, her understanding father chuckled, “Peanut, daddy’s reading. Not right now. Maybe later?”

With a dejected expression, Becca sulked. “‘kay daddy. Bye.” Now, if there’s one thing Steven Grant Rogers can’t stand, it’s seeing his baby girl sad.

“C’mere sweetheart.” Reaching her little arms up, Steve lifted Becca in his lap. “I know’ya want daddy to play with ya and I will.”

“Awwight. I go pway wif toys in my woom.” By now, Becca’s beautiful eyes were glossed with unshed tears.

At that moment, Steve realized how lonely Becca was. She longed to interact with toddlers her age. The experience would be beneficial not only for her, but Asha and Steve as well.

“Peanut, tell ya what. Mommy and I will talk about you going to daycare.”

Confused, Becca asked, “Daddy, whut day cawr?”

“Well honey, at daycare, you meet other kids your age, learn your ABC’s, colors, shapes and listen to the teacher read. It’s really fun. Would you like that?’

“Uh huh. Tank you daddy. I wuv you.” Becca placed a kiss on his firm thigh and ran to her room.

Speaking to her stuffed ‘friends’, Becca announced, “I going to day cawr and pway wif fwiends.

Bye for now.” She went down the line, kissing each bear and saying, “I wuv allllll my fwiends.”

Stark Industries boasts the best day care center in the world. Why? Because Edward Anthony Stark performed a stringent vetting for all employees; teachers, cafeteria cooks and servers, custodians and security! Steve knew Becca would be safe, but he knew Asha would avoid the idea like a plague.

Mumbling to himself, “Doll’s a little down in the dumps.” Snapping his fingers, Steve planned a romantic night. Jazz, candles, and a bubble bath. Can’t forget flowers.

ONLY THE BEST FOR YOU DOLL

First, Steve ordered 2 dozen assorted flowers; 12 confetti mums and 12 stemmed Gerbera daisies.

Next, feeding and bathing Becca. That wasn’t a problem because his baby girl loved spaghetti and meat sauce. Yes, it was messy but Steve was prepared. After dinner, she watched Frozen for the umpteenth time.

He pan seared a couple T-bone steaks, roasted garlic potatoes, salad and rolls. For dessert,  chocolate mousse with whipped cream. Asha favored Riesling wine, so her attentive husband chilled a bottle, along with a 2 wine glasses.

Asha called and said she’d be home around 7 p.m. That was perfect timing for Steve. Looking at the clock he saw that it was 6:55 p.m.

As fate would have it, the case assigned to Asha demanded more of her time than previously thought. This was a blessing, more than a curse. More time to finish putting the final touches on ‘Operation Romance.’.

Checking on his daughter, Steve found Becca sound asleep on the sofa cuddling her Iron Man bear. Pulling the phone from his shorts, Steve snapped the precious moment, sharing it with Tony and Asha.

Tony, in return, typed a snide comment……….

See Capsicle, even Becca loves me more than her old man. #UncleTonyRocks

I LOVE YOU ASHA

After putting Peanut to bed, around 8:15 p.m., Steve heard the familiar sound of keys and heels.

Asha’s curiosity peaked, as she saw the gentle flicker of candles. “Babe, what’s going on?”

Standing before her was Steve, wearing a black Under Armour t-shirt, grey sweats and a huge smile.

“Welcome home Mrs. Rogers. I missed you.” Steve held her close to his chest, laying a hot kiss on her lips.

Trying to catch her breath, “Whoa, Mr. Rogers! You take my breath away. Is all of this for me?”

“Of course doll. Nothing’s too good for’ya.”

Steve pulled out her seat. “Why thank you kind sir.” He proceeded to serve her and sit down.

THE DAYCARE DISCUSSION

It was now or never. “Um doll?” In between bites, “Yes baby?” Swallowing hard, “How would’ya feel about Peanut going to day care?”

Laying her fork on the table and narrowing her grey eyes, “So, is this why you’re buttering me up?” Asha’s tone sound accusatory.

“Naw love. You deserve this. See, Peanut said she didn’t have any friends a-”

Brows furrowed, Asha inquired, “What? She said that?”

“Yeah. Becca wanted me to play and I had reports to do. It broke my heart.”

This is an all too familiar feeling Asha knows well. The last thing she wanted was Becca being a loner. She craved interaction with kids her age.

“Alright love,” Asha affirmed.

Kissing her hand, “We’ll do it tomorrow. Right now though, finish your dinner ‘cuz there’s a bubble bath waiting for ya. Afterwards, some mommy and daddy time.”

Asha quirked her eyebrow. “Mmmm sounds devine. You, my love, are just what the doctor ordered. I love you Steve.”

Pushing back from the table, Steve scooped Asha from the chair, carried her bridal style to the bedroom, gently kicking the door shut.

I’M NOT READY

Asha, Steve and Becca attended open house at Stark Daycare Center. You could see the wonder in Becca’s eyes as she looked at bright tables, chairs, bookshelves, letters around the walls, pictures of animals. And the best part, there were other 3 year olds.

The class and parents were in awe of Captain America. Trying to deflect the attention from himself, Steve pulled Asha to his side, “I think Peanut’s gonna be just fine.” Turning her head, Asha wiped a tear from her face. “Where did time go babe?. Our baby’s

Mrs. Nasserman, one of the instructors, asked the kids their names. When Becca’s turn came, she proudly stated, “Webecca Wogers. I’m fwree,” she said holding up 2 fingers on her left hand and 1 on her right.Steve and Asha beamed with pride.

For the next hour, while parents milled about looking over the room, the kids sang songs, played on the iPads and also snacks were served.

Running to her parents, Becca announced, “Mommy, daddy we ate fwoot and say ABC.”

Asha asked her baby girl to recite the alphabets. “‘Kay. ABCCGFGKLOP.” Steve thought it was the cutest thing ever. He even made a video to send to the team. Asha and Becca clapped.

“Yay Webecca big gurl,” Becca’s toothy grin spread from ear to ear.

In that moment, Steve and Asha knew daycare would was beneficial to Becca’s growth. Interacting with kids her age meant she wouldn’t grow up without friends.

SURPRISE

Tangled together on the sofa, Steve mused, “I’m so happy Peanut’s going to daycare.” Gazing into his eyes, Asha whispered, “So am I. And just think, this time next year, she’ll have someone to play with at home.”

Steve’s eyes bulged. “D-d-doll are ya joking?” “No Mr. Rogers. I’m 12 weeks. I didn’t say anything because I wanted to be certain everything was okay with the baby.. SURPRISE!” Wiping his eyes, the overjoyed super soldier leaned in and kissed his wife. “You and Becca are my world. Now, there’s another Peanut on the way. Gosh doll, m’so happy.” “So am I sweetheart.”

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