#and i said i didnt like steve’s ending because he didnt spend his life with bucky

[fanficwritinggirl]

Mcdanno reunited

2 years after leaving Danny receives a phone call from Steve throwing his world into a spin once again. But it's Steve McGarrett, what else would he expect.

Chapter 1 - The Call

Danny Williams hated when people interrupted his sleep. Well the sleep that he did get, i mean after all that he has been through in his life there was no question to why he has sleepless nights. And tonight was not one of those nights. Tonight was a night where Charlie wasn't asking him to stay up playing games with him and Grace wasnt up late watching a tv show meaning he was able to go to sleep peacefully but then his god damn phone had to ring at 2 am. There wasnt many nights that Danny had been woken up to his phone in the middle of the night, not since Steve left.

After that Danny took some time off of Five 0, spend some time with the kids and get used to the fact that Steve wasnt there anymore, only returning about a year ago deciding that he wasnt going to be out in the field as much and let his team take the reigns. He was suprisinly content with the paperwork, maybe it was the fact that he knew that he was safe, that his kids didnt have to worry about him ending up in the hospital in life threating condition. He blamed it on his age, he wasnt getting older, but then there was a part of him that did think that maybe it was because he didnt have Steve around to make him do crazy things.

Danny groaned before turning around in his bed and grabbing his phone. He answers without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello" he grumbles whiping the sleep out of his eyes.

"Danno" a voice whispers. Danny stills. It couldnt be. A voice that he hadnt heared in 2 years. A voice that he heard every single day for 10 years. A voice that he longed to hear.

"Steve" he says back, sitting up fully. "Steve, hey are you alright" he asked concerned. He hears crying on the other side of the phone.

"Hey Steve, listen to me i need you to calm down okay. Tell me what the hell is going on" he pleads. His heart thumps against his chest, he felt like he couldnt breathe, the panic was too much.

"Oh Danno... i dont..." Steve starts before sobbing again. Danny gets out of his bed unable to sit anymore.

"Steve. Please what is going on. Where are you".

"Im at Cedars-Sinai" he whispers. Danny heart sinks.

"Your in a hospital" Danny asks paniced. This was good, being in a hospital was never a good thing.

"Why are you in the hospital, Steve. What happened to you," Danny couldnt handle this, Steve was in hospital, in California.

"Its not me that im here for" Steve says finally calming down a little bit. Danny felt himself finally breathe again. So Steve wasnt hurt, that was good but then that lef the question for why was he in a hospital.

"Why are you in a hospital then. Who do you know that's hurt" Danny questions more but then there is another voice on the phone.

"Mr McGarrett" a voice asks and then he can hear shuffling.

"Danny please come. I need you" is all that is said before the line goes dead.

"Steve" Danny asks into the phone but there is no reply. He moves the phone away from his ear and looking at the screen. He felt so many emotions, he was confused, scared, angry. What is it now that after 2 years that Steve decides to contact him.

Sitting down he puts his head in his hands and lets out a shaky breathe. Steve wants him to come to California. Steve needs him, but why now, its not like he needed Danny in the last 2 years. But Danny knew Steve better than anyone and he knew that Steve would never cry like that if something wasnt wrong. And God Danny hated that he was even considering getting on the next available flight to California but he was.

Grabbing his phone he looks up flights to California. God he was going to hate himself for this later. He books the flights and grabs a duffle bag from his closet putting as many clothes as he could into it, he didnt know how long he was going to be gone for.

Danny door opens slowly and Grace stands at the door rubbing her eyes. "Danno what are you doing" she asks him still processing the scene in front of her. Danny really didnt know how he was going to explain this to her. I mean its not every night that you wake up to your dad packing a bag frantically.

He sighs and stops for a second. "Im going to California" he tells her closing the closet door.

"California. Why are you going to California" she asks him confused. Danny steps in front of her and sighs.

"Steve is in California" he tells her and this really puts her mind into a spin.

"Steve. As in Uncle Steve is in California".

"Yes".

"Why are you going to see Steve. I mean i thought you werent speaking to him" she asks him and Danny sighs putting his hands to his hair.

"He rang. He's in hospital".

"Hospital" Grace asks frantically and Danny puts his hands on her shoulders calming her down.

"He's in hospital buts its not for him" he assures her and this leaves her more confused.

"What... what does that even mean," Danny groans.

"I dont even know honey. He wasnt saying much to me on the phone but something is wrong and i cant just leave him to figure it out on his own. He needs me" Danny explain closing his duffle bag.

"Danno" Grace says and Danny turns and looks at her.

"I know you love Uncle Steve" she starts. "And i know that you would do anything for him, but has it ever occured to you that he might walk out on you again if you let him back in" she asks him. Danny knew she was scared. She saw what he was like after Steve left. He wasnt the same Danno as he was. It was like light was taken out of him, the light that Steve had put into him and it was only now after 2 full years that he was finally starting to get back to normal.

Danny sighs before taking his daughter into his arms. "I know that your scared honey but i have to do this. I have to go to him" Danny explain and her grip around him gets tighter.

"I just dont want you to get hurt" she explains and Danny shakes his head.

"I won't. I won't let him hurt me again" Danny explains and Grace sighs.

"You can't guarentee that," Danny nods.

"I know. But i will do my best". Grace looks at her head and shakes her head.

"You know what, i am coming with you" she says turning on her heal and heading towards her room. Danny is stunned for a second before shaking his head.

"No you are not" he whisper yells at her as he follows into her room. She fishes out a bag from her closet and starts putting clothes into it like her father.

"Yes i am. If you are going to be around Steve again you need someone to keep you in check and there is no better person than me" Grace says firmly and Danny groans.

"Gracie i am a grown man i can handle myself" Danny tells her and she nods her head.

"I know but I hate seeing you hurt and im not going to allow you to be. So im coming" she says finally and Danny groans knowing that this was going nowhere.

"Who is meant to look after Charlie. I cant leave him on his own" Danny explains and Grace shrugs her shoulders.

"Getting junior and Tani to look after him. I mean Danno we have a big enough Ohana that there is bound to be someone who can look after him while we are gone". Danny knows that there is nothing that he can do to get her to stay so he decides to save his energy.

"Fine. I will call Tani and Junior, book your flight and as soon as they are here we are leaving" he tells her. She smiles at him and he turns walking out of the room. How is it that in the span of 10 minutes that Steve McGarrett can make his world go absolutly crazy.

After a quick converstation with Junior on the phone, Danny puts his and Graces bags down near the door before heading to Charlies room. Opening the door, he steps inside quietly walking towards Charlies bed and crouching down next to it.

"Hey, Charlie buddy can you wake up please" he asks shaking the boy slightly. The boy shuffles groaning.

"Dad" he asks confused as he turns his head to his father.

"Hey" Danny says quietly. "So I need to go away for a little bit" Danny explains and the younger boy looks at him confused.

"What do you mean. Where are you going" he asks and Danny gives him a small smile. "It's just a work thing. Im going to California".

"For how long?"

"I dont know but it shouldnt be too long. I'll be back before you know it".

"And is Gracie going too". Danny nods his head.

"Yeah she is. But uncle Junior and Aunt Tani are going to come and stay with you for tonight and then were are going to figure it all out okay" Danny explains. Charlie nods and reaches out and hugs his dad.

"You promise you wont be gone for to long right". Danny nods and hugs the boy tigher.

"Not to long. And hey" Danny pulls back. "I will bring you back something from California".

"Like an action figure" Charlie asks excitedly.

"Yeah an action figure if thats what you want okay" Danny says and Charlie beams excitedly. The door opens and Charlie and Danny look at Grace as she stands in the door.

"Tani and Junior are here" she explains and Danny nods before turning his head.

"We have to go now buddy but we will be back before you know it" he says hugging his son again and giving him a kiss on his forehead. "I love you".

"I love you too Danno". Danny pull back, standing up and walking towards the door. Grace walks towards Charlie, kneeling down and giving him a hug. Danny watches the scene from the door with a smile on his face.

The front door opens and Tani and Junior walking in looking at Danny as he stands in the doorway. Danny nods his head at them and walks over towards them.

"What is going on Danny" Tani asks him.

"Yeah why are you going to California" Junior asks. Danny sighs.

"I dont know much yet" Danny starts and Junior and Tani are even more confused.

"Steve is there" Danny states and this causes Tani and Junior to look at each other confused. It had been 2 years since anyone had heard from Steve. They didnt know why he had called after all of this time but they werent suprised that the first person he called was Danny.

"Why is he is California" Tani asks. Danny shrugs.

"I dont know. All i know is that he is in hospital. That he's not hurt but that he needs me," and that made it all make sense. Tani and Junior knew that Danny would drop everything for Steve in the blink of an eye, without thinking twice and they also knew that Steve would never admit that he needed someone unless he really needed them.

"Do you know anything more" Tani asks and Danny shakes his head.

"No but i know what hospital he is at and I will ring as soon as i know something," and that was enough for Tani and Junior.

Grace closes the door behind her and the 3 older adults all look at her. "I got Charlie back to sleep telling him that if he went back to sleep that you two would make him pancakes in the morning" she explains and Danny laughs at his daughters bargining. Tani and Junior shake their heads with a grin on their faces.

"Well looks like we are going to have to put our cooking skill to the test tomorrow if we are going to make pancakes. We are going to have to beat Danny" Junior says. Tani laughs as Danny has his mouth open wide in shock.

"Hey you two can not beat Danno alright. Its impossible" Danny exclaims and the other 3 laugh.

"We will see. We'll have to get Charlie verdict in the morning then" Tani says and Danny holds his finger out at the pair.

"I will hold you to that".

Grace laughs grabbing the bags. "Dad we really should get going" she explains and then they are brought back to reality. The reality of why they are all here in the first place. Danny looks at her and nods. A knott starts growing in his stomach.

"Okay" he says simply before opening the door. Grace walks out past him and to the car and Danny turns to Tani and Junior.

"We will text when we land and call when we know something" he explains and they nod. Danny nods and them before turning and walking towards the car. He get in the front as Grace had put the bags in the back and turn the car on. As he drives out of the driveway he looks in the mirror seeing Tani and Junior waving goodbye to them. And for the first time that night, it finally hits him that he is leaving to see Steve. He is going to see Steve.

[two-sides-samecoin]

Omg I hate it when people dismiss Mike's feelings for El. Like he didn't spend the entirety of s3 being in love with her and even blurting it out unprompted. That doesn't mean Mike could develop feelings outside or is questioning his sexuality, bi people exist but El is still a huge part of his life. It's insane that b*lers want for Mike to essentially string El along, don't they see how cruel this is. But I mean you're right Nancy doing this with Steve while everyone cheered lol. I mean they already use Jancy and B*ler as parallels for their endgame theories, funny bc both could be named B*ler sooo. Anyway El deserves better in this fandom, she's not a doormat with no feelings. Also saying she shouldn't have been in a relationship, like she can do whatever she wants, it's so mean to say. M*leven didn't happen for a year really, she had enough time to learn through tv about relationships, don't fault her for wanting to experience it herself with a boy she thinks is cute and saved her life. At this rate none of the kids should be in relationships because they were all 13 years old and have immense trauma. Let El experience stuff.

(Also the biggest ick I have is when ppl say Mike finding buzzcut El cute is proof he likes boys bc she looked like one.)

yes like mike’s feelings for el are real. if you want byler to be canon you can just say that mike just didnt think him and el worked well together anymore or that they both wanted different things in life. you don’t have to just be like ‘wow mike’s romantic feelings for el were never real’ cuz a) that takes away his agency b) that takes away el’s agency and c) it takes away from canon where it is very much real. like it’s soo easy to come up with ways for them to break up so that their ship can be real instead of just taking every possible character’s canonical and agency experiences. exactly about that sentence about mike questioning his bisexuality! yeah they really use those parallels honestly i haven’t been able to unsee how bylers just want what happened with steve nancy and jonathan to happen again and how they want it to be in a positive light. like you can talk about the parallels and etc but why in fuck’s name are we celebrating a wheeler stringing alone a person/character? like people fr somehow end up worshipping these wheeler siblings so much where stringing people alone and damaging them is seen as this thing we should celebrate.

legit el deserves better!!!!! god whenever people are upset that el’s in a relationship and are like ‘well i do t think she’s ready’ all i can see is infantilization of her cuz they’re completely fine with everyone else in the party having romantic relationships. the double standards are shown sooo fucking hard with this. exactly what you said at the end of that paragraph!

that is my biggest fucking ick too. el’s hair and buzzcut was a sign of her trauma and what brenner had done to her at the time of the lab. why the fuck are people using that to promote a ship they fucking like?! it’s just the biggest ick i have with bylers and it pisses me off

[drarry-with-a-side-of-harry]

don’t you just love being at a family n friends gathering and someone mentions the MCU and your brain starts whizzing at 100mph and you can’t keep up with your thoughts and you just want to share this love for your obsession and you chat a little bit and want to say more but can’t because it’s weird and then it’s over and you’re positively squealing inside? yeh same.

[writethesleepaway]

Every Girl But One - P2

Summary: Growing up with Steve Harrington as your best friend meant that you saw each other as family. Watching that role stick after your feelings for him change can only hurt.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

WC: 3328

Warnings: angst, fluff, happy ending!

A/N: based on a true fucking story because god i fucking hate 'being one of the boys' but i didnt have a happy ending LOL

(divider by @delishlydelightfuldividers)

To say that you were confused was an understatement. You didn't know that someone could go through as many emotions as you did in such a short amount of time. How dare Steve react the way that he did, how dare he break your heart the way that he did. It wasn't even the fact that he just left which made you upset, it was the fact that he said he 'feared' your confession. You knew he wouldn't see you as anything more than a friend but to think that little of you to the point of being scared of the possibility of anything more? That was past weird, now it was rude.

You cried your heart out to Robin, who thankfully walked you to your house, told your parents you were staying over for the weekend, grabbed a bag full of the essentials and walked you to her place, where you stayed up the whole night talking and eating ice cream. She left at around 9 am, claiming she 'knew a guy' and came back with 2 rolled joints, a couple of beers, and some guy with shaggy hair trailing alongside her like a lost puppy.

"I know it's only 9 am, but I got weed, beer, and Eddie!" she exclaimed as she held her hands out to show off the guy.

"Who the heck is Eddie?" you asked, in between sniffles.

"Me! I know we've never met but Robin said she needed a guy's mind to tackle a problem, and trust me, anything with King Steve is definitely a problem." he explained as he sat down next to you, offering his hand out for you to shake.

The mention of Steve's name only made you cry harder, making Eddie pull back his hand and look up at Robin worriedly.

"I'll let her explain." Robin stated as she started to light a joint.

"There's not much to explain, really. There's just this guy who I've always been best friends with, then I caught feelings like an idiot, then we stopped talking because he only had eyes for his girlfriend, and last night she dumped him so I confessed my feelings and he had the nerve to say 'You've said the one thing I've feared for so long.'"

"Wait, feared? Why would he fear that?" Eddie asked as he blew smoke from his mouth.

"Dunno. He said now we'll never go back to just being friends."

"Jesus, this guy is stupid. Is there anything more you need to say?"

"Not really..."

"Wonderful! I propose we get high, drunk, and listen to music!"

"Absolutely not! Eddie, your music taste is just noise, we're listening to Y/N's music."

"Robs we didn't bring any to your house..."

"HA then metal it is!"

Eddie laughed as he brought out a mixtape from his pocket while Robin groaned and you giggled at their interactions. As much as you were still upset over Steve, it was nice to have them as a distraction.

This dynamic continued for longer than you had expected. It took a few weeks to get over Steve but you found yourself back into the swing of things, and with a new friend now, Eddie! Eventually you graduated and even got accepted into University of Notre Dame. The move was good for you, the weight lifted off your shoulders as you became occupied with living your life on your own. You were a bit upset because you couldn't spend as much time with Robin or Eddie anymore, but you felt yourself evolve into a more mature and career orientated woman. The independence was necessary, as you'd say.

You always said you'd go visit Robin, but that happened less than you had hoped for. Either some teacher assigned insane amounts of working practically trapping you in the library to do research or you had some other friend to go visit. Time escaped your mind and you found yourself planning to finally go back to Hawkins in the summer of 1985. With just a few phone calls, your parents had cleared out your room for your arrival, as they asked about all the details of their college girl. While you tried to be positive and talk about your experience, you couldn't help but feel a bit sore. Hawkins was your home, it was also home to the one boy who kinda made it miserable. You weren't sure if you were ready to face him again, but you were determined to forget about it, you had better people to see anyways.

The drive back was quiet, you slept for most of it, trying to ignore the overthinking that plagued your mind. Even when you got back home, you flopped yourself on your bed, waiting for the evening to come so you could surprise Robin and Eddie.

"Y/N? Y/N!" a voice called out from the street. As you rushed to wipe the sleep from your eyes you wondered who was yelling at you with such frenzy. You pulled the door open to reveal your father who was waiting for you in the car.

"What is it?"

"We gotta go now! There's been a fire at Starcourt!"

"Starcourt? The mall?"

"Yeah, now let's go!"

"Wait hold on, why are we going to a mall that just burnt down?"

"Honey, you didn't know?"

"I didn't know what...?"

"That's the mall where Robin works! Now le'ts go!"

You felt your heart drop at your father's words. Without thinking you ran out to climb into the car, temporarily forgetting that you were still in a tank top and your flannel pants. Panic rushed through your mind as you thought of all the things that could have happened. The sound of sirens grew louder as you approached the mall and you ran out of the car, not even bothering to close the door.

"Robin? Robin! Where are you?" you yelled as you ran around trying to spot your friend. You made out a vague blur of teenagers who were all sitting on the edge of fire trucks or ambulances but you still couldn't find your friend. That was when a certain voice pulled you out of your head, causing you to turn around.

"Y/N...?" he whispered as your jaw dropped when you saw his face. Steve was sat against some wrecked car, holding ice to his face.

"Holy shit, Steve? What the hell happened to you?" you asked. You felt your body instinctively run towards him and reach out to touch his wounds, yanking your hand back when he winced.

"Y/N what are you doing here?"

"Not now Steve, I'm glad you're not dead but, I need to find Robin!"

"Y/N, I'm here!" she called as she limped over to the two of you, immediately pulling you into a hug.

"Robin what the fuck? I come home from college to find out the mall burned down and now you're here? What happened?!"

"Oh my god Y/N you won't believe this, so I started working at Scoops with Steve and then turns out the Russians were hiding in our mall so we had to decoded their message and then the Russians caught us and they drugged us and Steve and I were tortured, well Steve was tortured, and then Billy got possessed and then there was this huge fucking monster and we almost died but we didnt!"

"Robin... what."

"I'm serious Y/N! I'm fully serious!"

"Okay, let's get you home."

"What about Steve?"

"What about Steve?"

"We can't just leave him here!"

"I'm not entirely sure when you became friends with him, but I'm not friends with him. He can figure out how to get home, my ride deal only stands with you."

Robin looked over at Steve who had his head tilted back as he held the ice to his face. You stood firm in your decision and your father was waiting by his car, asking if people were okay as they walked by.

"Y/N, I promise I will explain everything, please just, come over to my house tonight. Or better, let's go to Steve's and we'll explain it all."

"Steve's? You have got to be kidding me Robs do you not remember what he did to me? I go for one year and I come back and you're besties now?!"

"I promise it's not what it looks like, I swear! I will explain everything, please, just trust me."

Robin put on the puppy eyes that you knew you were too weak to say no to, so you slapped Steve on the shoulder and told him to follow you and her to your dad's car. You explained that you'd take care of the two at Steve's house, which he thankfully agreed to with no questions, and dropped you off in front of Steve's home.

When you entered you let out a breath of relief at seeing an empty house. Some things just didn't change no matter how long you stayed away. You pushed Robin and Steve onto the couch as you looked around for a first aid kit and grabbed glasses of water for the pair.

"Someone better start talking right now." you muttered as you took out disinfectant and poured it onto some cotton balls.

"Hawkins is fucking cursed." Steve whispered as he stared off into the distance.

"Elaborate."

"Remember that Byers kid? Will? The one who went missing?"

"What about him?"

"He didn't go missing, he was kidnapped by some fucking monster."

"Those monsters came from the same place the monster that attacked us at the mall! The same one that possessed Billy!" Robin added.

For the next 40 minutes they explained the whole situation of how the Upside Down came to take place in Hawkins, starting with Will's dissappearance and up until the burning of Starcourt. You took your time to clean Steve's face, slapping his arm every time he winced or hissed at the pain.

"So, the supernatural are in Hawkins, Steve you've been fighting them for like a year and a half, and you almost died fighting another at the mall last night?"

"Yeah pretty much." Steve whispered, now leaning on his side.

"Y/N I swear Steve has been nothing but good to me. At first I really didn't wanna work with him because I know what he's done to you but just trust me when I say he's a better guy now."

"Okay."

"That's it?"

"Yeah, that's it. I trust you Robin, I'm just glad you're safe."

Robin teared up as she pulled you into another hug, earning a chuckle from both you and Steve.

"Now chop chop, it's bed time for the both of you."

You ordered Steve to say seated as you went upstairs and brought out clothes for Robin to change into as well as a blanket for her to use on mattress in the spare room. It felt somewhat natural, being back in Steve's house and moving around as if it was your own. Yet another part of you felt like a fake, like you were playing the role of someone who knew what to do, when really you didn't. You weren't ignorant, you knew that Steve's eyes were on you the whole time, you knew he was watching you, but you were more focused on Robin. By the time you tucked her into bed and promised you'd be right up, you had expected Steve to go up on his own, prompting you to come back downstairs for a beer, you definitely needed one.

"Does it feel natural, to be back in my house?" he whispered from the darkness surrounding the couch, inticing a yelp from you.

"Christ Steve I thought you had gone to bed. I don't need to tuck you in you're not a little boy."

"It's been a while, since you've been here. I've missed seeing you here." he continued.

"Steve, I don't know what the Russians injected you with, but you need to sleep it off. Come on, up you go."

"I don't wanna go. If I sleep they'll get me, they'll get me in my sleep."

"Who'll get you?"

"Everything, everyone. The demogorgon, demodogs, Billy, the mind flayer, the Russians, they'll all get me."

"Okay Steve, come on, I'm serious now. Go upstairs and go to bed."

"Goddamnit Y/N can't you see that I don't wanna sleep? I wanna talk to you!" he yelled, making you choke on your beer at his sudden outburst.

"Why the hell do you wanna do that? You must be exhausted, you need the sleep!"

"I don't need sleep I need you." he deadpanned.

"What did you just say?"

"I need you, Y/N."

"Steve, you're high."

"I don't give a fuck if I'm high. I was so fucking stupid and I lost you once, I won't lose you again."

"What in god's name are you talking about Harrington?"

"I know you know what I'm talking about."

"I don't, to be frank, I have no clue what you're talking about. Because I refuse to believe that you think that you lost me, that one night after the party. You didn't lose me, dumbass, you fucking left me, you pushed me away. Said you feared me having feelings for you."

"I know. And I regret it so much."

"We are not having this conversation right now oh my god."

"For fucks sake Y/N yes we are. I haven't been able to see you in a year and you're all I've been thinking about. I have dreamt of the day that I'd be able to talk to you again, to hold you, to love you, so for crying out let me explain."

You felt your mouth open and close like a fish, but you couldn't find any words, so you just kept quiet.

"I know what I did. I know I pushed you away, I know I said horrible words, but I did not mean them. Actually know, I did mean them, I meant them because nothing in this world, no demogorgon, no demodog, no mind flayer, no nothing, could fear me more, than the thought of losing you. I loved my parents, and now they're never home, I loved Nancy, and she dumped me, everything that I have loved, I have lost in some way or another. And I do not think that I would be able to continue in this world if I had lost you. I was scared, damn it, Y/N, I was so scared. I pushed you away because I thought that if you stayed away, I wouldn't be able to lose you for good. And then all the shit with the Upside Down happened and the last thing I needed was for you to get involved, so I did what I had to do. I thought if I broke your heart for good you'd be safe."

You heard Steve's voice crack as he started to cry. It took such an immense strength to not cry yourself. You wanted to run to him and hold him, tell him that you still loved him and that he would never lose you, but that part of you was fighting the more logical part, who knew that he could have explained this to you, he could have said something instead of just trashing you away the way that he did.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"I was worried, scared, a coward, fucking stupid. I was all these things fit into some dumb highschool teenage boy who thought that the world was about pretty girls and basketball. And then a few days later I tried to make it up to Nancy and I fought a fucking demogorgon."

"I'm not sure what to say Steve. I've grown up myself, I'm in college, I have goals, I'm not the same Y/N I was almost two years ago."

"I know, and if anything I love this new you. You're more assertive, more confident, more knowledgable. It's attractive, don't get me wrong, but I'm more proud. You don't put up with shit anymore, especially not mine."

A comfortable silenct fell upon you two as you just sat staring at each other whlie you occasionally took sips from your beer. Even when you had finished it, you kept raising the bottle to your mouth, hoping there would be a little bit that you missed. Hundreds of thoughts whizzed around in your mind as you thought of what this meant for the future of you and Steve. At the end of the day he was still one of the closest friends you'd ever had.

"Y'know what, let's restart." you said after a while. Steve cocked his head to the side as he looked at you with a confused expression.

"Restart?"

"Yeah. We're two different people now, so let's restart. Hello, my name is Y/N Y/L/N. And you are?" you explained as you walked closer to him, holding out your hand to shake his. Steve still looked skeptical but couldn't hold back his smile at being able to touch you.

"I'm Steve Harrington, nice to meet you."

"Oh but, can we just go back to the part where you said you said you wanted to hold and love me again?"

"Uh excuse me? I don't think I've ever said that to you, afterall, we just met 30 seconds ago Miss Y/L/N!" Steve joked as he pulled you down into him, leading to you falling into his lap and against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and pressed a kiss into your hair.

"Bold of you to be hugging a person you just met Mr. Harrington." you whispered, pulling yourself back just enough to see the pout on Steve's face. You cracked, wrapping your own arms around him and squeezing. Sobs wracked through his body as he held on to you, he didn't expect this moment to make him so emotional, but he couldn't help but cry.

"So what now? I know we restarted but, we have so much history, and, I still love you so much..." Steve muttered into your ear as he held you.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow Steve, I'm here for 2 whole months, we don't have to go through this now. You need to rest."

"I don't wanna sleep alone..."

"Are you asking me to sleep with you? Jesus Harrington you're fast!"

"Oh cut the crap Y/N let me cuddle my girl."

"Your girl?"

"Uhm, that is if you want to be."

"I've always been your girl Steve, just different meanings of that phrase. We'll talk about it tomorrow, I promise, but let's get some sleep now okay?"

"Let's? As in us? As in you and me?" he asked excitedly as you pulled his wrist and dragged him up the stairs.

"Yes Steve, you and me."

When you reached his bedroom, you crept away for a moment to check that Robin was safe, smiling when you saw her passed out and snoring in the bed. You turned back to Steve's room to find him tucked in, holding the blanket and his arms out as he was waiting for you to join him. Kicking off your shoes, you slid in next to him, and Steve wasted no time in pulling you close into his arms and nuzzling his face into yours.

He fell asleep quickly, but you stayed up for some time. You couldn't help but scold yourself for folding so quickly, you had hoped that you had more strength when it came to Steve, but another part of you was glad that things were on the mend. You knew that realistically you would start dating, which would suck given that you'd have to go back to college, leaving Steve in a dangerous town, but you decided that that would be a concern for tomorrow. Before you fell asleep you smiled to yourself, happy at being in Steve's arms again, where you belonged.

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[sixtyeightdays]

Only you, Marinette. Only you.

in which marinette lifts thors hammer with no knowledge of how great it is to wield mjolnir 😔✋🏻

kind of crappy but thats okay

-

Normally, when Tony Stark's name was brought up, the following words would be either 'Avengers', 'Iron Man', or something along the lines of cool and amazing.

But this time, as Tony Stark's name fluttered through the compound of College Francois Dupont, the following words were 'Why her', 'What happened', and'Marinette Dupain-Cheng'.

See, throughout Lila's entire reign at Francois Dupont, unknowingly to the Italian, a certain bluenette had been giving her and all of her classmates choices.

Lila chose to ignore Marinette's warning.

Alya chose to believe Lila and cut off all ties with Marinette.

Nino chose to follow Alya and ignore Marinette.

Adrien chose to remain quiet for fear of Lila getting akumatised.

The class chose to believe Lila, drinking up her lies and claimed connections to celebrities that'll 'boost their careers in the future'.

Now, Marinette wasn't normally one to show off her connections to the world, unlike Lila, who lied about celebrities with every breath she took.

No, Marinette preferred not to mention her celebrity contacts.

However, this time, she had thrown all caution out the window and texted him.

-

mari <3

cant wait to see all of you soon!

do you think you can pick me up at my school drop off point after i end school instead of the bakery next week?

the one and only

sure thing, mari

everyone misses you too and they cant wait to see you again

any reasons why the sudden change though

mari <3

no reason

-

It was a week before he arrived. A week full of taunts and bullying from the people who used to be her friends.

But the day had come, and Marinette was about to leave this place for the summer, and was finally going to be where she wanted to be again.

It was the last period, and Marinette, having finished her work already, started on a new design. She had just finished it when the door crashed open, making Mlle. Bustier and the class jump.

The shock turned into exciting adoration, however, as standing there in all his glory were the Avengers.

Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Thor, and of course, Tony Stark. Pepper was also there, trailing behind with Natasha who were muttering about how dramatic the boys were.

Alya immediately jumped to her feet, fumbling for her phone that she held with shaking hands, and started a livestream.

'Hi everyone! It's your Ladyblogger here, and today the Avengers came to visit! Oh, I bet Lila got them to come, she is Tony Stark's goddaughter after all.'

No one noticed Marinette snort into her palm.

Max gaped at his idol in the doorway, his glasses sliding off his face in his shock before he hastily placed them in it's proper position.

Thor ignored the reporter, making his way to the back of the class where Mari sat, placing his hammer on top of Mari's sketchbook, much to her chagrin.

The devious smile the god gave her confirmed that he did it on purpose, and Mari smacked him in the arm and glared at him.

'Was it really necessary to break down the door?' She deadpanned, unimpressed.

Alya gasped. 'Marinette! Don't be so rude to the Avengers! They're here for Lila, not you.'

Thor frowned in confusion. 'Who is this.. Lila you speak of?'

Alya gasped again. 'She's Tony Stark's goddaughter!' She frowned at the god disapprovingly.

'She spends her summers there, how could you not recognise her?' The Italian in question was sinking into her seat, regretting the lie she told.

Tony clicked his tongue.

'I have a goddaughter, yes, but it isn't this Lila girl. I have never heard of a Lila. No, I'm here for Marinette, my actual goddaughter.' He shot a pointed look to Alya at the last bit, before he and everyone else walked over to Mari.

Pepper passed by Alya and handed out two stacks of papers.

Alya cautiously picked it up and Pepper said, 'These are lawsuits for both you and Lila. It is for defamation and slander of different celebrities, as well as spreading false information.'

Alya gaped at the blonde as she made her way up the stairs to where Mari and everyone else was before turning to Lila with a glare.

'Were you lying the whole time?'

The class erupted in shouts at the girl, until she broke and called out that Adrien had known, but didn't say anything.

'It was for the best! Her lies weren't hurting anyone!'

'I didn't submit my music portfolio because Lila said she'd guaranteed me a spot.' Nino uttered quietly, realising that he had lost a chance to have his big break.

Mylene looked gobsmacked. 'I passed up the offer of meeting Alexander Hamilton because Lila said she'd get him to meet me for free.'

One by one, the students began listing everything they missed out because of Lila's lies, from Alix not being able to be in the X-Games like she was promised, to Kim, who had quit his swim team because Lila told him she'd get Michael Phelps to train him personally.

Adrien cracked and admitted that yes, he was wrong, but Marinette knew too!

The class suddenly remembered Marinette.

Marinette, who had been telling them all along that Lila was lying.

Marinette, who they had bullied because they thought she was jealous.

Marinette, who was scolding Tony Stark right now, wait what?

Sure enough, the bluenette was reprimanding the billionaire, who's head was hanging low like a kicked puppy, with Natasha smirking in the corner.

'I told you to come after school! There's still 15 minutes before school ends, Uncle Tony, you couldn't wait another 20 minutes?'

He hung his head and Steve snickered, until Marinette turned to him.

'Why did you let him come so early? I thought you were the responsible one.' She pinched the bridge of her nose.

The class took advantage of the momentary silence to swarm Marinette, until the Avengers glared at them and they backed away slightly.

'Girl, we're so sorry for believing that liar! Will you forgive us? We'll be best friends again.' Alya looked excited, a gleam in her eye.

'Do you think you can get me an interview with Tony Stark?'

Marinette looked at her in disbelief.

'So you want to be my friend again, just because I'm Tony's goddaughter.' Pepper and Natasha looked furious as well, while Tony eyed his goddaughter's class.

Steve placed a hand on Marinette's shoulder.

'Besides, Marinette already has a best friend.'

Alya spluttered. 'Who?'

A swarm of black and blue flew into the room and crashed into Marinette, causing her to fall back into her seat.

'Peter!' She laughed. 'MJ! Ned! Great to see you guys too!'

Peter smiled gave her a brotherly kiss on the cheek, while MJ gave her a hug and Ned fistbumped her.

'Oh! That reminds me, MJ, I'm done with the design for the dress you wanted! Let me show you!' Mari looked around for her sketchbook before noticing it under Thor's hammer.

Thor, noticing this, moved his hand forwards to pick up the hammer, but his jaw dropped as Marinette easily picked up the hammer with one hand, holding it up while she moved the sketchbook underneath it away before placing it back on the table.

She flipped through the pages of it, not noticing the shocked looks on her classmates and family's faces, and the pale face of Lila. She had become enemies with a girl who could lift Thor's hammer!

Alya, who was still live streaming, looked like a fish, and her hands, which were still raises in the position of recording, trembled.

Marinette let out a small 'aha!' when she found the page she was looking for, and looked up to see her friend's shocked face.

She frowned. 'Do you not like it?'

Adrien, still rather astonished, spluttered out. 'Marinette.. you just lifted Thor's hanmer!'

At the sound of his name, the god snapped out of his stupor, and lifting his hammer, he pointed at the bluenette. 'She is worthy! I must take her to Asgard with me!'

Marinette cocked her head. 'It's just a hammer and it wasn't even that heavy. Now you big babies, let's go back to New York!'

She grabbed MJ's hand before picking up her bag and running out, she and MJ excitedly chattering about the dress, Marinette having not understood the implications of lifting Thor's hammer, and MJ, who had seen weirder things in her life.

The Avengers, Ned and Peter blinked before filing out of the room slowly, following the excited bluenette and brunette.A certain blonde god staring at nothing in particular.

'She doesn't know what lifting my hammer means?' He snorted. 'Only you, Marinette. Only you.'

-

well yeah there isnt exactly a ship for this but i wanted to write something where mari lifts thors hammer bc i dont see enough of those

mj and peter are together, in case u didnt know

kind of lost interest in the end but thats okay lmao so the endings kinda crappy but i think weve established that i cant write for shit

thank u for coming to my tedtalk ok byee

[jajanvm-imbi]

Headcanons of Krel living on earth because he’s my favorite and I love him and I haven’t seen anyone do this yet so I feel like I have to

^^^^^because of this very moment I love the idea of Mary and Darci befriending Krel.

Since Aja,Vex and Eli went back to Akaridion-5, Mother was destroyed, and Claire was busy with Trollhunting stuff, earth gets pretty lonely. So Mary and Darci adopt him into their friend group. 

At first Krel was a little apprehensive to joining their friend group, but he quickly warmed up to it because, he, being Krel, loves the attention.

like I can totally see Mary and Darci taking Krel to like a mall or something and doing those like teen romcom movie shopping montages where he goes into a changing room and the girls judge the outfit until they find the perfect one.

I personally believe Krel would adopt a soft boy look, with like oversized button ups and t shirts tucked into jeans, but thats just me.

anyway, because he’s friends with Mary and Darci, Krel has a new found social popularity in Arcadia.

because of this, Krel would prolly get nominated for Spring Fling king and shit

I would say Krel wouldn’t really care about being nominated, but seeing how he cared so much about the science fair and the Battle of the Bands, he would definitely care

Steve is conflicted because he wants to be Spring Fling King, but he can’t mess with Krel like he did with Jim and Eli cause Krel is his girlfriend’s brother 

Krel notices this and takes advantage of it to mess with Steve and actually tries to win.

like Krel would just dominate the contests, and his theme presentation would be the flashiest and most appealing and people would just generally like him, and that would really worry Steve

like Krel, with four arms would be really good at the Touch-a-Truck-athon or whatever its called.

Krel would prolly let Steve win anyway because watching Steve squirm and freak out over prolly losing the crown and not being able to do anything about it cause he's Aja's brother is much better than any highschool dance crown

also the school 100% asks Krel to DJ future dances and events to save money, and Krel absolutely loves it

He would also definitely do the school play. Seeing how much he enjoyed being in Toby and Eli's short film, and again, he loves the attention, he would totally be down 

Also it would just be another chance to mess with Steve to be the lead. 

Because of this, Ms. Janeth would do another Shakespearean play, but do one of those modern renditions. Like it's the same play just in a modern setting, to take advantage of Krel's Akaridion form like they did with Jim's armor. 

If not in the play he would do stage crew/tech.

Like he would create elaborate settings for them using A5 tech and Ms. Janeth would adore it 

moving on, because home life is pretty lonely with just the Lucy and Ricky for company, Krel loves to host his friends for parties and sleepovers and whatever

and since Krel lives in the coolest house on the block, they love coming over

He hosts girl’s night every other week with Mary, Darci, and Clarie (becauuse she deserves a fucking break) 

since we’ve all agreed that Krel is 100% a gaylien, I love the idea that he casually comes out during a girls night

like Mary would be like “So Krel, are there any girls you like?” and Krel’s just like, “*snort* Girls? Who ever said I like girls?” and the others are like “….....?“ and Krel just rolls his eyes and says "I like boys, ladies” and they’re like “ooooohhhh, okay. Cool.”

So now they spend girls night talking about boys. Claire and Darci about their mans and Mary and Krel about cute boys.

One day the girls give Krel a little rainbow pin and Krel’s just like “what’s this?” And the girls tell him that it’s an earth symbol for the gays and he’s like “theres a symbol for that here? I didnt think it was that big of a deal. On A5 it’s pretty normal” and the girls explain why theres a symbol and he’s like “oh shoot wow, thanks" and he put it on his backpack.

He’s pretty confused the first time someone is homophobic towards him cause like that kind if behavior doesnt happen on A5 and hes just like, “why does this bother you? I hardly know you” and just brushes it off. Its doesnt really bother him, mainly cause he doesnt know the earth insults towards gay people so he doesn’t even realize, but if the girls (or Toby, or even Steve, too) catch anyone being homophobic towards their friend they will attack that asshole on sight. Especially Mary and Steve

Random person on the street: Ha, *slur*

Marry: WHAT DID YOU SAY TO HIM BITCH???

Krel: Marry its fine, it’s not that big of a dealoHSEKLOSANDGAYLENMARYGETOFFOFHIM

Marry: SAY IT AGAIN ASSHAT, I D A R E YOU

Claire and Darci: *trying to hold Mary back* maRY NO

Steve: THATS MY NINJA KICKING SPACE ANGEL GIRLFRIEND'S BROTHER BUTTSNACK I'LL END YOU

Toby: *now chasing after Steve to stop him* stEVE NO

Mary would 100% find out who the rando is and destroy their life on social media. Like she would leak their job, phone number, email, school/college (if applicable) to her thousands of followers and absolutely ruin them with no remorse. And honestly, good for her

Also whilst on the subject, Krel can not drive or cook for 2 reasons: 1. Hes gay and 2. He’s a prince so he’s never had to do either before

Like he can obviously do math but that’s it.

Proof? That one scene in Wizards when Douxie had him drive the airship. You know the one.

Coach Lawrence refuses to get in a car with him at Drivers Ed after the 3rd day Krel shows up.

Krel gets addicted to sugary coffee shop-esc drinks thanks to Darci. Not coffee cause we saw in 3Below Part 1 that he doesnt like coffee, but refreshers, coolattas, frappuccinos etc…? Definitely.

As for warm drinks, he’s more of a tea person.

Moving on

He face calls Aja everyday because he really misses her

He tells her all about school and his friends and whatever and Aja tells him about the changes she’s making to the A5 government

Thanks to the wormhole they visit each other often. Sometimes Steve tags along cause he misses his ninja kicking space queen angel girlfriend. (And Eli, but that's also for another post)

They take turns housing Luug.

Krel genuinely loves it on earth, but he hates the primitive technology so he begs Aja to send him supplies and materials for his projects. 

He would 10000% apply to HexTech for an after school job. Seeing his reaction to HT in Wizards and the fact that “Akaridion tech and magic are so compatible”, he would be the perfect addition to the HT staff. 

The Wizards wouldn’t be sure at first but after he shows them A5 tech and Douxie’s email of recommendation about the time loop thing they made together, the wizards are like “oh yeah we definitely keeping this kid. This is going to be so much fun.”

Their inventions become more and more extravagant because Krel can and he's just extra and the wizards love it.

He would definitely find a way to use magic using A5 tech. But he would have to study magic in order to figure out how, so the wizards help him learn all about magic. And since he's learned everything there is to learn about science and technology and whatever, he's super excited to learn about something completely different and interesting. The wizards are happy to teach him. He would be the first Akaridion to learn and use magic

Like he would make his own staff with his serrator and everything. He's like "earn a staff? Nah fuck that going to make my own"

Speaking of which he really likes human swear words. But he doesnt know when it is and isn't inappropriate to say these swear words so he's gotten in trouble a few times for swearing at the wrong time

For example:

Ms. Janeth: excuse me Mr. Tarron?

Krel: what the fuck do you want?

Everyone in the room: krEL NO

Anyway, back to Krel at HT, thanks to Toby, he would definitely have a bowl of candy in his little lab. More like multiple jars of different candy just scattered around the room. Small candy like fun sized chocolate and skittles and jelly beans and whatever

And a mini fridge, of course.

Steve, Toby and Arrrgh come over to the lab alot to mess around.

Toby has a lot of sci-fi requests for Krel to make

Toby: do you think you can make a shrink ray? Laser blasters? Invisible ray? My own hoverboard? My own serrator *gASP* WITH A WARHAMMER SETTING???? WITH SPACE ARMOR TO MATCH???!!!???!

Krel: Toby you already have a warhammer and armor why do you need more?

Toby: I dont have a space warhammer and armor Krel!!!!!!

Going back to school life, I feel like Krel would take an interest in Spanish class. I mean, his human form is latino and in Trollhunters (I'm pretty sure the lightning in a bottle episode) he said "Si" in response to a question someone asked him, so I feel like he would like to learn another human language. 

I also feel like he would just like to learn about Latin American culture in general since Mother gave him that form. He'd like to get in touch with his human self. 

Claire (when she isnt busy Trollhunting with Jim and the gang) is happy help him learn about Latin American culture and help him with his Spanish. 

Krel, being a fast learner, becomes fluent quickly with a perfect accent. 

Señor Uhl, who already liked the Tarrons to begin with, would really appreciate this. 

Claire's dad would also appreciate this.

Since he has such a fascination with human music, Krel would especially love Latin American music. Specifically reggaeton, since its kind of like techno music in a way and he already likes techno music.

And naturally, he learns to dance. All the styles of latin american dances. And he becomes quite the favorite on the dance floor.

He and Claire become great dance partners cause they both have the natural Latino rhythm and because Jim respects and trusts his girlfriend he doesnt mind them dancing together at parties and stuff

Although, Jim does ask for dance help at some point cause it looks like fun and he wants to dance with his beautiful talented incredible amazing gf and Krel is happy to teach him and anyone else who wants dance help. 

GUITAR LESSONS with Douxie cause in 3Below Krel said he really wanted to learn how to play guitar, steals Shannon’s guitar from the bonfire and is seen multiple times strumming it throughout the series. So of course this is included.

Toby introduces Krel to YouTube and Krel instantly makes his own channel.

of course his channel is called DJ Kleb and he posts his tracks and remixes. and maybe even some vlogs

its a little slow at first, only Arcadia Oaks students are subscribed to it but Mary blows it up by posting one of Krel’s tracks on her own social media and now he has thousands of subscribers

he also gained other forms of social media like Instagram and Tiktok, platforms to post his music

At this point every girl in school wants to be friends with Krel but not in the toxic GBF (gay best friend) way, girls just genuinely think he's 10x more interesting than every other boy in Arcadia Oaks

I think that's it for now sorry this is really long I just really love Krel and I had so many ideas. Feel free to add on!!

[keepakoop]

on a brighter note

i just came to a realisation after the new spiderman movie that i find funny af

so after nwh peter has gone full vigilante-secret identity mode with literally 0 people who know him

hes practically a ghost

but we could guess that certain people could get deja vu if they knew him well like mj seemed to after talking

and (while unlikely) imagine the same could happen if said person was familiar with the feeling of missing memories of someone and having unexplained gaps in your memory

random day

pure coincidence

james barnes runs into peter parker

maybe peter was in a small brawl after stopping a random mugging in an alleyway buck was walking down

obv instincts kick in to protect given the gremlin preserum steve was but it isnt needed

petey kicks ass and bucks is a little bit impressed

spider child notices bucky and - while holding back his own reaction to seeing him (bc you cant tell me they wouldnt have gotten along) - helps the victim up and sends em on their way after making sure theyre alright

they end up walking and talking a bit - bucky noting that this is a KID and also making sure he is alright too - hes has enough self sacrificial idiots in his life

the kid is really sweet if a bit jumpy and even fanboyed a little (apparently he recognised him as the lieutenant from the captain america museum and if that didnt make him feel so light-)

he decides he'll keep an eye out for this kid

theyre heading through a park and start to say good byes when the kid realises he never actually introduced himself after bucky did and does a little awkward but endearing greeting

"oh and my name is peter by the way! peter parker"

with a dorky lopsided smile

and bucks eyebrows just furrow for a moment

because he definitely gets the feeling he knows this kid but he just cant place it

But this shouldn't happen (not anymore)

he hasnt had this gut-feeling since he re-met steve on the bridge after like 70 years

but he hides it - nods and wishes the kid well as he goes on his way

the kid gave him his email too what the-

he spends the time walking back to his apartment wracking his brain for where he knows the kid because theres no way this is like steve - this is a kid

theres something going on here

and bucky is gonna find out

looks like hes really gonna keep an eye out for this little punk

nonetheless hes definitely gonna annoy sam about this

[peterrparrkerr]

Zombie apocalypse au - read on ao3

*-*

Peter doesn't remember life before the virus. He was only five when everyone got sick.

He's seventeen now, and he's never set foot outside of the city. Well, outside of the tower.

There's a curfew -has been since the virus. Those who go into the city for supplies or to work the garden and tend to the livestock have to be inside by five every day.

Peter doesn't have a green thumb, nore does he have a way with animals. And he's got two left hands when it comes to weaponry. So he stays in the tower.

The tower used to be Stark Industries. When the outbreak hit New York, people locked themselves inside, tried to wait it out.

Peter had been with his aunt. She tells him they'd gone to get ice cream and bring some back to his parents.

Aunt May had ran into the closest building -Stark Industries- and had hidden in the basement with Peter. He doesn't remember.

Tony Stark -the owner of Stark Industries- had offered his penthouse to the few who had taken refuge in his building.

After a week, many of the workers left, off to find their families. They never came back.

A month passed, and scouts confirmed the virus had taken over the whole city. Stark tower was the only building the monsters couldn't get to.

So, it became home. Peter grew up running up and down the industrial hallways, playing with the golden retriever one of the hideaways had.

He didnt know anything different. Everyone took care of him, raised him. He was the only kid in the tower.

He might even be the youngest living being in all of New York at this point.

His favorite people to visit and hang out with were Steve and Bucky. They had been walking their new puppy Goldie when the world ended.

They had been married for ten years before. They celebrated their twenty year anniversary a couple years back. Goldie was almost eleven, and didn't like playing as much with Peter -though she still liked to sit with him in the living room when he tinkered with old tech.

Natasha and Clint worked on the ground, so Peter didn't see them much. They could fight a whole swarm of monsters and not get bit. They were the best.

Bruce and Aunt May tended to the garden under their watchful eye. Steve, Bucky and Sam took care of the livestock.

Its strange. The zombies leave animals alone. They only go after people.

Tony, Bucky and Clint go scouting a lot. They run the city, looking for any survivors, or anything the tower could use.

The tower is self-sufficient thanks to Tony's genius. He'd been working on making the entire tower self-sustaining even before the outbreak.

He's only managed to get the top three floors. The rest of the tower has no electricity or running water. That's fine though. Theres not many of them left, and three floors is plenty of space.

The living area is the penthouse. They eat, sleep and breathe there. The second floor down holds all of Tony's old tech, and projects in the works. The third floor down is the weapons and medicine floor.

Peter is on the second floor when the scouting party comes back. He only knows this because of the AI Tony created tells all three floors when people come or go.

Peter sets down his tools and rushes for the staircase. He sails down them and opens the door bodily, nearly falling flat on his face.

"You're back," Peter called, running down the short hallway to the ammunition room. Clint, Bucky and Tony are all unloading their haul and their weapons.

Clint's weapon of choice is a bow and arrow, as well as a long range rifle -he's the eyes, always taking out zombies before they get close enough to spot them.

Bucky is unloading his knives and pistols. Hes best at close combat.

Peter jumps onto the table, watching as Tony checks the magazine of his .9mm, then settle it back into the holster on his thigh.

"How was it," Peter asked, eyeing the two duffle bags on the table, surrounded by magazine clips and disassembled weaponry.

"We made it all the way to the hospital this time," Bucky grinned. Peter's eyes widened. They don't get to the hospital that often, since its clear on the other side of the city, and usually swarming with zombies.

They don't need to go on medical runs much anyway, but Tony likes to keep stocked in case.

"And we hit the motherload," Clint grinned, unzipping one of the bags and revealing canned food from vegetables to soup, the labels all sun bleached and color faded.

"Whoa." Peter reached in, pulling out an old Cambells can, looking at the faded red and white label. He can barely make out the words. "Tomato soup!"

"Thats not all," Bucky hummed. Peter looked up just as Bucky reached into his back pocket.

Peter sets the can down and his eyes widen when Bucky pulls out a deck of cards.

"No way!" Peter leaps off the table, snatching the cards.

"Its a full deck," Bucky grins proudly. Their current deck was a mix of two different cards, and cardboard and plastic pieces they'd drawn the suits and numbers on.

It made it hard to shuffle, and they all knew the suit and number of the makeshift cards. It made for a boring game.

Clint laughed and ruffled Peter's curls before grabbing the food and heading for the penthouse to restock their cupboards.

"Thanks, Bucky," Peter grinned, pulling the cards out of the brand new -but still sun faded- case. He's never seen cards this new before.

"Dont thank me, Tony's the one who spotted them," Bucky said, giving Peter a knowing grin before grabbing the medicine and heading for the medical wing.

Peter blushed, then turned to Tony -who wasn't there. He scowled and looked around in confusion. He didnt notice him leaving.

Peter quickly puts the cards back in the protective box and drops them into his cargo shorts pocket before running out of the room.

After raids, Tony usually likes to spend time with his old tech -projects he'll never be able to complete, in a workshop he'll probably never get rid of.

He finds Tony at one of the work benches, fiddling with something Peter -to this day- can't figure out what it is.

"Hey," Peter said, walking over to him and sitting down on the stool at the end of the bench. Tony glances up and gives a small smile.

"Thanks for the cards," Peter continued, picking at his nails and looking down at his lap. "Bucky said you got them for me."

"You're welcome, kid," Tony hummed, eyes focused on a project he'll never finish. Peter thinks it makes Tony feel better. Makes him feel like he's back to before the virus, when he was making things all the time and helping people.

All he's got now are old robots that break down more often than they run, and dust over most of the place he used to call home.

All Tony has is JARVIS and the others, but Peter sometimes gets the feeling that that sometimes isn't enough for Tony.

The two sit in silence for a while, Tony hard at work, and Peter deep in thought.

"Hey Tony?"

Tony hums.

"Whats it like dating?" Peter says it fast, worried he'll lose his nerve and chicken out. Tony stops his fiddling and looks over, raising an eyebrow.

"Are you asking for dating advice?" Tony asked. Peter can't meat his eyes when he nods and Tony sets his tools down. "Who's the lucky person you're crushing on? Anyone I know?"

"You know everyone I do, Tony," Peter huffs. Tony crosses his arms and smirks, amused. Peter hunches his shoulders.

"Who is it?" Tony asks.

Peter takes a deep breath. He's gotta just come right out and say it. If he doesn't, he'll never do it and then it'll be too late.

"You," he breathes. Its quiet. Peter's hands sweat. This was a bad idea.

"Pete," Tony sighs. Peter manages to look up. Tony looks pained, regretful. Its not the look Peter wanted to see. "I'm too old for you."

"So?" Peter finds himself asking.

"So, you should be dating people your own age."

"Do you know of any other seventeen year olds running around?" Peter asked, waving his hand around dejectedly.

"There's always a chance-"

"Please don't," Peter interrupts. "Please? Its been twelve years. No ones come looking for us, you haven't found anyone during your raids. Its just us."

Tony opens his mouth to speak, but Peter's on a roll now, and he can't stop even if he wanted to.

"And don't say to wait. I've been waiting. For all we know we're the last people on earth not a zombie, and I want- I want to have my first kiss before I'm forty."

"Peter-"

"I want to experience things," Peter continues, steamrolling over Tony. "I want to go outside, and I want to have a boyfriend and I want to have sex-"

"Kid-"

"Please, Tony," Peter said. "I like you, and- and I don't want to experience this with anyone else in the tower, and I don't want to wait for the point one percent chance of someone my age coming along."

"Listen, kid," Tony sighs.

"I'm not a kid anymore, Tony," Peter said, sounding desperate. He looks at Tony with wide eyes, begging for the older man to understand.

Tony -hell, everyone in the tower- had a life before the virus. They got to experience the world. Peter hadnt.

Its all he wanted. He wanted a normal life. A life he was robbed of. He's desperate for it.

Tony doesn't say anything. He looks at Peter, calculating. Peter sees his shoulders begin to slump, and finally he breaks. Peter feels a little giddy at the thought of getting his way, though he remains put.

"No," Tony said on a sigh. "I suppose you're not."

Peter doesn't know whatto say after that. He's made his case, there's nothing more to say.

"Its hard," Tony said after a while. "I still think of you as a kid. I still think you're ten."

Peter chews on his lower lip, head dipped down and shoulders hunched in on themselves.

"So you don't like me back?" He managed to ask, even as his tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth.

"Kid-" he sighs. "Peter."

Tony settles a hand on Peter's shoulder, and Peter looks up at him.

"I like you," he says. Peter feels himself beginning to smile and quickly clamps that down, biting his lip. "God knows this situation isn't ideal. This would've been bordering on illegal, before."

"If you're uncomfortable, I understand," Peter said. Tony shakes his head.

"Thats not what I'm saying, Pete."

Peter didn't know what he was saying then.

"If we're going to try this out, there's gotta be rules," Tony continued. Peter looked back up at him.

"First rule is there's no hiding it. If we're gonna date, everyone knows about it or its not happening."

"Okay," Peter nodded.

"And we're taking this slow," Tony adds. "Like, cold honey slow, got it?"

"Got it," Peter nodded. His smile is getting too wide to hide. Tony's hand squeezes his shoulder.

"Good."

He removes his hand from Peter's shoulder. He gives Peter a small smile back.

"Could- is kissing going too fast?" Peter asks. Tony's smile grows a little, and he shakes his head.

"No, its not too fast."

The older man leans forward and Peter eagerly closes the distance between them.

The kiss is close lipped, and their noses press against each other, but its perfect.

[bucky-iss-bae]

The Perfect Man (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A/N: This... this probably isnt my best work. I lost my job this morning. I’m feeling like shit. I started to worry about everything and it’s been a bad fucking day. Feel lonely and lost so pls just pray for ya girl xoxo 

This I started to write and didnt stop.I just typed and typed. I didnt even know what I was writing, it probably makes no sense. 

I hope you do enjoy - Sorry for the mistakes and confusion bc ya girl is ready to cry herself to sleep xoxo 

(Side note - I’ve now got time to write lmao)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Fandom: MCU/Marvel

Summary: Reader has a bad day and Bucky fixes it. 

Warnings: Brief mentions of Anxiety, some angst. But also fluff xoxo 

Word count: 1600

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Everyone has bad days, they’re inevitable. Days where you want to curl up in a ball and cry, listen to that sad song playlist on Spotify and ignore the world. Ignore everything around you, quiet down the stress and anxiety that’s going on in your head, and try, try, to relax. It never happens though.

Instead life comes at you at 120mph, you’re constantly working towards deadlines constantly working towards trying to get the job done, and never leaving any time for yourself.

When you had days like this, Bucky knew. He could sense it in the way you messaged him. From the moment you replied to his good morning text (because god forbid you be up at the hour that man is), and although he’s always acting like a grandpa with technology, the way your own nana does, he understood it, but maybe a bit better.

He could sense the lack of enthusiasm in your text messages, the way you used your words were different than usual. Bucky knew you had days like this, everyone has days like this. Bucky sometimes has days like this. But the difference between the two is, Bucky has access to a therapist whenever he likes, Bucky went through something traumatic, his whole life being a trauma. Instead now, you’re his happy place. The place where he feels safe, where his mind can relax, where he feels at ease.

Luckily for you, you were the same. You knew that the only thing better than curled up in a ball crying, listening to sad music would be if Bucky were to hold you in his arms. Doing this could keep the tears at bay, but that heavy feeling sat on your chest, it could be ever so slietly lifted while curled up against Bucky, and then you know as the day goes on, the night goes on, it’s like that heavy lift is completely gone just by him being there, by him making you happy, keeping you safe.

Today was a bad day, Bucky knew it, the same way he always did. Although it was rare for you in comparison to him, he still caught on quickly.

He left for his run at 4am with Steve and Sam, got back in at half 6. He sent you a message, and usually you were halfway through rushing and getting ready for work. Being an elementary teacher meant you had to be at school for 7 or half 7 most days to feel organized.

That meant waking up at about half 5 or 6am, meaning while on your way to work, you could have a quick chat with Bucky before teaching 30 little rascals, all of which held a special place in your heart no matter how stressful the day could be.

But this morning, he knew something was up, you usually replied within about 5 minutes, it was routine for the two of you, as soon as he got out of the shower, he would call you, and you would be with your coffee, ready to go.

But he finally got a message long after his shower,

‘Running late, talk later’

The simplicity of the text was something he stared at, the compared it to other messages, Bucky was scared he had done something wrong, the night before he might’ve said an off-handed comment that annoyed you. But then he couldn’t think of anything, you always put a small emoji at the end of your messages, or at the end of conversations, which this definitely was. Or when you’ve ran late in the past, it’s been a voice note, or something else.

He had a funny feeling, and he knew today, despite it being Friday, would be a long day for you.

He knew you would be home for about 5pm, so he had until then to make sure everything would be perfect, everything would be exactly as you want it to make you feel safe and happy, and to help you through a day that would essentially be the worst.

The two of you had been in a relationship for a while now, long enough for him to often stay at your apartment, or for him to be comfortable enough there by himself.

He started of making sure he had all the ingredients for your favorite food, it was a must, he also made sure that he had some flowers, chocolates, and a few of your other favorite treats there as well, which may or may not be a bottle of wine.

He set the presents aside before getting started on everything else. Your apartment was already so tidy so he didn’t need to make many changes, instead he set up a little fort, something that he used to do with his sisters. Building forts out of whatever they could find.

He added a few fairy lights and had bought some scented candles that had already been lit around the room. He also added a few face masks that he would be hoping to use tonight.

After organizing everything he moved onto the cooking. When his mama raised him alongside his sisters, he knew the basics of cooking way back when, but now it was entirely different. Now he had Sam teaching him the same way his own mom used to. Sam gave him spice and flavor, what works and what doesn’t for so many meals. He made sure to incorporate all of this now.

It had been a strangely long day, one full of anticipation, hoping he hadn’t over stepped, he got Sam to grab some cupcakes from your favorite bakery, setting them aside with the rest of your gifts.

He made sure that he looked presentable for the time you were due to arrive home, not forgetting the bath salts and candles in the bathroom ready for your arrival.

Bucky heard the click in the door and his heart rate went right up, he saw you enter. He saw how tired you looked from your face, the bags that meant your sleep wasn’t as good as it could’ve been, and maybe your day. He saw the usual light that surrounded you dimmed down, despite Bucky Believing you look at beautiful as ever, he knew that today had been a mentally rough day.

Your bags dropped when you entered the apartment, gasping as you looked around. You could smell the fresh warm candles, the strong smell of food, everything felt like home, what you just wanted to come home to, all day and every day.

You eyes landed on Bucky stood there looking nervous, he was wearing the comfiest clothes imaginable, gray sweats, and a fitted t-shirt. It made your heart melt as tears started to stream down your face. Overwhelmed with the love he showed for you.

“Bucky” you whimpered, you had felt bad in the morning, when you had less than 10 minutes to get ready, and you sent Bucky an incredibly blunt message. You had felt bad all day, but it had been such a difficult day for you to get through. But looking at this man in front of you, he knew you too well.

“What’s all this?” you whispered out through your tears,

“This… is to show you how much I love you Y/N. To show you that I love you just as much on the bad days, as I do good days. To show you that I will be by your side forever. That you don’t need to worry, and that I am here for you sweetheart. Always”

You couldn’t help the sobs as you cried into his chest. He held you and moved you to your bedroom, he held you and let you cry until you had gotten it all out of your system, you sat there red, tear stained face as he ran the bath for you, letting you choose your favorite bath crystals and bubbles you wanted to put in.

He sat and massaged your scalp, letting the stress of the day go by, giving you a glass of wine whilst in the tub.

Once you were dry, and in the comfiest clothes you own, Bucky carried you to the living room, the two of you sat in the fort he had built, and that you loved and sat eating your favorite meal,

“This is amazing Buck, I love it. I love you. Thank you so much” you whispered giving him a kiss,

The two of you were spending time in one another’s arms, watching films that made you laugh and cry, eating the food he made, the cakes he requested. You knew Bucky was the man for you.

“Sorry about this morning” you murmured, your head resting on his chest,

Bucky shook his head, “Don’t worry about it sweetheart. I know what it’s like. You’re allowed to be like that, I just hope that I can somehow make you feel better”

“I feel like the happiest person on the planet. I… was having a bad day, to them realize that my incredible man, spent the day making sure I had the best evening possible. Thank you, Buck,”

“Anytime sweetheart. I just hope you know that you are always safe with me, no matter how you feel”

Bucky really was a man unlike any other. He held you, made you feel happy, safe, and got you giggling like the morning had never existed. Bucky took away your fears, he mellowed the anxiety, and lifted that heavy feeling on your chest, he made you light again, he made all your pointless worries disappear because being in the right frame of mind, and having the right company can make all the bad disappear.

A/N: Again sorry for how bad this is, it just it’s been a really bad day for me. I just don’t even know what I was writing I just ughhhhh I wanna cry and cry and cry xoxo 

[freebooter4ever]

Ref anon: I hope you can get help for that pain. Maybe a nerve is pinched? I'm really not sure about my future. I have a lot of hobbies but just work a shit customer service job. Getting motivation to do drawing at all is difficult let alone animate. Which is a great mental state to be in when my only plan for my whole life since childhood was animation. 🤷‍♀️

its tendonitis and im pretty sure the only way to get rid of it is to take a break from working which is obviously not possible so just gonna ignore it till i die i guess \o/

so yeah you struck a cord with me, this got long...

i cant help with motivation, i have too much of it. i lived with my grandparents for a year while grandpa was sick, and it was the first time they'd ever really seen me /work/ and even they were shocked. it really is constant - if i have twenty minutes and im not using it to draw its wasted time, you know? my first roommate here in LA was concerned too - she kept trying to get me to stop working and go out and back then my excuse was i didnt have a job and no money for going out, but really im just like that all the time. i try to balance it with seeing friends and social media and everyday shit like eating food, but its hard, my favorite people are the ones who will just sit and work with me lol! (or going out and working in places im not alone and quiet). i guess what im saying is...if its really your passion, is it not there all the time? i only ask because it took me a long time to realize that although i loved to analyze animation and watch it - the way i process art doesnt quite have what it takes to do that. we all love the end product, but just because the animation part is the most front facing part...doesn't mean that's necessarily where your actual passion might lie...if that makes sense? there's SO MUCH to do in the animation industry, its crazy. for me, i finally realized that all my obsessive energy revolved around character and especially faces, and i just started focusing on that. i would much rather be concepting a wide variety of characters than spending a whole year animating about one minute of a two hour movie.

that said there's also the sad reality that some people have had doors open more easily than others. i feel you about being stuck in a retail job you feel wasted in :( im sorry you are in that position. i hope you are able to make a change, but i understand just how fucking /trapped/ that can be. watching life slip by into nothingness while the tiny snatches of meaning only happen during off hours and scraped together seconds of free time. one of the biggest ironies though is that this is how a lot of original animators felt about dsn*y. i mentioned that on my road trip i stayed with the son of an animator who worked on snow wh*te - he wasnt one of the 9 old men but he was their contemporary and friend, and the animator took the job just to make money off his art. animation just wasnt his full passion and he eventually quit, moved up north, and started experimenting with helicopters and boe*ng lol. 

and in reverse of that, as i grew up with a father and a grandfather who worked for boe*ng and the US space program, ALL my open doors were flight and space related - my cousin currently works for N A S A and my other cousin for boe*ng - they took the doors but i didnt want anything to do with it. it took years for my grandpa to finally come to terms with the fact that my passion for art was as strong as his passion for airplanes. he grew up a farm boy daydreaming about flying, and had to take a circuitous route to finally get there - army, college, mechanical engineering, finally rockets. he gave my dad and me all the chances grandpa would have wanted as a kid - my dad took them - i didnt want any of it. i would much rather have had those chances that the animator got.

and then of course there are the institutionalized gates - barriers against entry for women, minorities, LGBQT, people without money...its a LOT to fight against. which is of course why we celebrate the exceptional people who DO break through those barriers and succeed despite it all. but it can be demoralizing to be on the other side of those barriers. demoralizing is too soft a word. i dont think there is a word for how much it can hurt.

some wisdom that might help: randy pa*usch's last lecture - he is a white male who definitely does not understand the race/sex 'walls', but he makes good points, and also he came at the animation industry sideways for very similar reasons - through education and research rather than the traditional job promotion route. and then someone closer to my own age/time: justin scar*ed - i dont mean his road trip videos, i mean the old vlogs from 3-6 years ago when he was 31 divorced and depressed and realizing he had to release himself from his own pressure of his music career. his quest for positivity is an interesting concept, and i sympathized with that feeling of your life taking a direction you didnt chase after but somehow ends up being the thing you were actually looking for the entire time. if you want a success story there’s always my favorite: steve aok*. he went against everything that was set up for him in life and still made it work ^_^ (of course of these three, guess who also grew up the rich kid lol). or norman re*dus who quite literally accidentally became a model and successful actor. im paraphrasing this horribly, but my impression was that as a teenager he was selling shitty cat paintings on the streets of paris - which sounds romantic but miserable at the same time - and then followed a girl to california, got a crappy job in a motorcycle shop, went to a party and yelled at some people from a balcony, landed his first stage role...and eventually created the character of daryl and finally got the chance to have his genius really shine. (sometimes i wonder though, if it was frustrating to end up being famous for acting rather than art which was arguably his true passion?)

i hope any of this helps, i am pretty exhausted lately so apologies if my sentences are incomprehensible in some parts. and you know, my DMs on here are open if you want to talk more specifically off anon <3 

[randomsevans]

The Lawyers Lies

Summary : he has it all the money, the status , respect from all those around him . The wife . He has the life everyone wants it's perfect. But he isn't. He cant help himself to himself or his wife for that matter ,this only leads to lie after lie .

Warning: swearing , cheating (if it bothers you then dont read )

The Rogers law firm was the most successful firm in all of Brokyln , all of the New York . With the leading man being one of power and strength as he had never lost a case , and built the empire he now sits on . His a boss that could easily leave his job to other but that's far form who Steve is , still takes case no matter how big or small and never loses , impressing everyone around . Yet despite the power , the life he leads you have Learnt that Steve has a caring nature and one were he protects those who cant protect themselves, that why he came into the job he is today. He has the life , the wife and as his right hand women went it comes to cases you learned to learn about Steve very well. Too well that the pit you feel in your stomach only grows more and more . And you are unable to keep your feeling in check as you have fallen for the taken caring man . But that didn't stop him from falling for you too . Or so he says .

The annual gala was in full swing . As one of the top lawyers at the firm you had to attend, as much as you didnt want to . You were wear a stunning satan black dress that flowed against your figure with a slit on on of the legs . It caught the attraction of many man that have come over to you more then once . Sending straight back were they came from as you wernt interested. You dont think you'll ever be interested in any other man that wasnt Steve Rogers . You knew it was wrong but you could help your feeling you had fallen for a married man . Your boss on top of that . This 'affair ' as much as the word sickens you because you arnt proud of it . That's what it was at the end of the day . The both of you had a little but to much whiskey as you were building a case on night and one thing lead to another. And you havnt been able to stop that night was 8 months ago . And the little crush you had , has formed into you being a women madly in love . But your not stuiped you know he would never care for you as deeply as you care for him nor would he ever leave his wife . And you were okay with that , you could live with that .

But your child cant and you want let them. The shook of what you discovered this morning is still very much with you . You dont know what you are going to do . Other then you know you have to end this with Steve and quit Rogers firm . It would be for the best . He would keep his wife and build a family with her, while you take care of your child by your self . And with that you were surprisingly okay about .

As you stood at the bar with your orange juice you were oddly becoming exited over the thought of being a single mother. You know it wouldn't be easy , but the love you had already form your infant you like nothing you have ever experienced. A smile small placed on your lips, despite knowing your child will never have a father you were okay with that , and hopeful him of her would be too .

Your smile quickly fell tho as you heard the boming chuckle of that so soothing voice you love so much . You turn your head to see as smiling steve with his wife Sharon with a wide smile as well looking up at him in awe , with his arm around her waist pulling her closer . A pang of jealousy ran through you . As a larger group appeared in front of you , you lost view of then, 'thank god '

As the the clock on the wall was almost at 11 pm you thought it was about time to leave . Well not after one last trip to the ladys . As you left the bar , you made your way through out the crowds . You turned a corner that lead to a corridor with rooms and the bathroom at the end. As if came into sight you speed up . Only to be yanked backwards you almost trip over your heels as you stumble backwards and pushed into a room . Your back hits a wall and you hear a door lock and are caged with two armed at either side of your head . It all happend quickly you couldn't process it . Until your eyed locked with two blue orbs that stared right back at you . With s sweet smile .

"Well hello there " his sweet rough voice broke . As you inhaled a sharp breath you didnt know you needed as the scent of whiskey hit you .

"Steve are you crazy, some one could of seen ..." you were silenced with his lips on your as he hands fell to your hips . This would have been a good place to end things but you didnt want to not yet anyway apart for you doesnt want it to end ,that's why you made a deal with your self 3 months tops and you would be out of Steve life. It would give you enough time for closure and prepare for your child.

As he pulled back his forehead came and rested on your "I really need to do that, if wanted to do that all night " he placed another peck on your lips "you look so beautiful in that dress "

"Your not bad your self you know " you said with a smirk making him chuckle that made your heart flip.

He took a step back "I should... I should probably get back "

You nodded with the familiar pit forming in your stomach. He cupped your cheek "but ha I'll see ya tomorrow eh ?" He said with his Brooklyn accent coming through think .

"Yeah... "

"If your not that hungover " he finished for you with a chuckle. It was far from the truth .

He place a hand on the door handle " right " he placed a chase kiss on your lips " bye love " and will that he was out the door as you stood in the dark room for what felt like an entity . Until your body gave you a reminder of where you were ment to heading. You left the room and bolted to the bathroom.

++++++++++++

Your stomach was turing as the small of coffee hit you as you entered the building . Your arms tightly around case files as you tried to balance your self on your heels . You entered the lift only for it to be near enough full . As you step in you look round as put names to faces . Your heart drops and you see the women who has the heart of the man who has your. Sharon was standing at one side with her head down looking through her phone as you stood at the far end to avoid her and the guilt that eats you up. You still love around and calm as a tall brunette came and stood between the too of you . The lift door closes and begans to move .

" morning y/n " the brunette had a warm smile .

"Morning James " you replied .

The lift door open and you both exit the lift leaving Sharon and the others in their. As you both began to walk the corries you make small talk. About his wife and your best friend Nat . And laugh at her anitic .

"Are those the Rowln files " he pointing at the files as you almost made it to your desk .

" yes there are ... I was wondering if actually you could do me a favour ?" You ask in shy voice as the pair of you stop infrount of your desk .

"Of course , anything for family " you laugh at that since the 3 of you (nat , james and you ) don't have relative so you call each other your family .

"Ummm I was wonding if you would take the files to Rogers for me and maybe .... take over the case " you scrunched up your face.

"Are you sure. It's a big case , if would do good to anyones carrer, and I dont want to take that away from you "

You knew this. But it was apart of your plan to began distancing your self from Steve . The less cases you worked on the less time you would spend together. The easier it would be when you permanently remove your self form his life .

"I'm sure . If its okay with you . I just have other cases and I dont really care much for the publicity "

"If your sure .... " you place the files in his hand

"I'm sure!" You giggled . "Take the damn cases Barnes "

"Okay ,okay " He stepped backwards hands in the air in surrounder as he held the case files in one hand . Chuckling . " I'm sure the team and Rogers will be disappointed losing the right hand women to be replaced with me " he joked .

"Eh there get over it " you said walking around and plonted your self in your chair . As your feet and ankles already ached , you made a mental note to stop wearing heels for fbe next 8 months. You flung your hand at Bucky , "dont you have a case to build "

"Yes ma'am " he turned as walked away with the biggest smile on his face. You knew that this case would be good for his career . You too a deep breath. And brought your chair under you desk as you began the long day at work .

+++++++++++++++

Lunch came around and went as you wat your usual only for it to end up down the toilet 20 minute later .

Your head was stuck in a file as a shadow loomed over your desk . You brought your eyes up . To be met with a pissed Steve .

"You gave your case to Barnes " his anger and disappointment showed both in his voice and face.

"Indeed I did Mr Rogers i have other cases , I think Mr Barnes would be good for this one as well as I dont very much care for the publicity. " you said honestly but missing the key reason as much as if hurt you , you needed to get away from Rogers end this . Without the words that would cause you to cry. You hope this would end with your feeling gone as your 3 months plan would unfold.

His eyes soften and place his hand on your desk to hunch over and meet your eyes

"But you are always on these cases with me " he said as a winning child .

"I'm sure Mr Barnes will be a great advantage to the team as well as your to have much fun with "

"That as much as I would with you " his whispered with a devilish smirk which caused you to have one of your own as you placed your pen down . And put your full attention to Steve .as he leaned closer in. " come and meet me tonight, usual place ya ?" He ask in his husky voice that was hard to resist.

"I cant sorry " you said as you looked back down at the file .

"What?" I stepped back with bus hands now in his pocket "why ?" He almost sounded hurt " Sharon's going on a girls night out so we have nothing to ... "

"So am I " you interrupted him.

"Sorry?" He questioned.

"I'm going out with Nat tonight "

"Oh " now you could see the hurt in his face. As you tied to ignore it . But this is what you had too do . And it's not like your lying you are going out with Nat because you knew Steve would ask . As much as it hurt you , as much as you wanted to be in his arms you needed to end this .

"Have ... have I done something...."

"I have cases to get going back to Mr Roges and I'm sure you do to " you interrupted him as you saw people approaching and he followed your gaze and gave a knowing nodded and you both tried to mask your feeling.

"Of course miss y/l/n " and with that he was gone

++++++++++++++

"Hiiiiiiiii " you heard the squeal that belonged to your best friend ,as you approach the bar she was sitting at . In the dark club with only a couple of lights lightening the surroundings

"Hi there " you took the seat next to her.

" how you been ?" The stunning redhead asks

"I'm doing good , what about you ?"

"I'm really good actually " she began then elbow your side with a smile. " thank you by the way "

"What for?" You gave her a confused look

"For giving Bucky the case . He was very VERY happy about it " she said with a wink

"Well your welcome " you chuckled

The two of you caught up on your day as the bartender approached .

"What can I get the two for you ?"

"Two shoots of tequila and two red wines please " Nat answered for you

"Um no actually " you said before the bartender could make the drinks .

" what it's our usual! " nat argued.

"Could we have one glass of wine and a lemonade " you glanced at Nat " but keep the two tequilas "

For Nat of course , the bartender nodded and headed to make the drinks

"What is with you ,? Why ain't you drinking?" She paused for a moment her eyes grow double in size " your not pregnant are you?"

"What of course I'm not !" You laught it off as now is not the time to spread the news no matter how much Nat is your best friend you couldn't risk her spilling in front of Bucky that would the lead to Steve .

"Some got to be driver , as well as my heads still pounding form last night " you lied .

"Oh okay, thank god " she laughed as the drinks appeared in front of you .

The night went on and the place got more crowded, Natasha had maybe too much to drink but was still standing stronge as she dragged you too the dance floor . With the bright lights you and were laughing and dancing 'who says you need to be drink to have fun '

As Nat spun you around, you stopped dead in your tracks as your eyes landed on a certain booth . With a certain blonde blue eyed man. The booth was in the darkest corner but you would notice those blue eyes anywhere. A women was sat next to him as there stared at each other with him giving her a cheeky smile . You assumed it was Sharon and maybe he went out with her after all she is his wife .so you were about to turn round when the women went to grab her drink of the table as a light quickly shined on her face . The reveal Peggy Carter his assistant. You couldn't tear your eyes away

'Maybe it's just friends having a drink '

Your heart dropped as his lips met hers as he bright her closer to him , in hunger and passion Everything froze . Your chest tightened and heart hammered . You ran out in a hurry sicken at the sight . Your surroundings turned into blurs and silence as you rush out the doors missing natasha yelling your name . For your hot sick to reach the bitter bit of outside .

You have seen him with Sharon multiple times and yeah you have always got jealous and abit bothered but he always assured you on how he felt about you . But this was worst . As the reality set in . He never ment anything he said . The times he told you he cared for you had feeling for you . Was all a lie . Yes you were the other women but you wasnt the only one and that hurt so much more then anything . Yes you was going to end this soon but it doesnt make it hurt less .

As your back hit the brick wall you inhaled a shaky breath as your eyes were blurry and tears rolled down your hot cheeks causing a bitter bite against the night. Nat came rushing by your side and pulled you into her side as you let out a loud sob .

"Ha ! What's going on " she rubbed the side of your arms in confert .

"I'm an idiot and stuiped fuckin idiot . " you whispered

"What ! Of course your not " she brought your face into her hands and lock eyes with you "now y/n you tell me what's going on right now " you shook your head in response you didnt want to burden her but you need to tell someone "NOW " she damned

You calmed your self down and brought out the shaky sentence "I'm.....I'm pregnant " you looked away " a... and its ..st..steve Rogers "

You turned your head to look at Nat who was in pure shook . You could see herself fighting with her self whether to shout and scream at you for being so stuiped or be supportive . Her nicer side won and pulled you back into a hug .

"Okay , okay your coming back with me so you calm down and then you tell me everything. EVERYTHING!"

"As long as you dont tell anyone .. promise "

"Promise "

[rosepetals-flyingbirds]

Golden Boy.

With: Steve Rogers x Reader.

Word Count:  3.334

Note: At first, I was trying a Dark!Steve but I failed since I didn’t want to involve rape nor violence. Smut.

You don’t know how this happened.

Better yet, how you agreed to it.

Steve Rogers was a decent man, wasn’t he?! When we saw him in papers or even so politely answering people we would think: ’Uau, that is a man that anyone would marry with. Look at him, all polite and righteous.’

So why you were sitting in his lap panting while he held your body and his cum filled the condom inside of you?

When the night started you didn’t expect to get so lucky to have Captain America fucking you.

But him, showing up his wild side to you? Kept you breathless.

Four Hours Ago.

You didn’t like clubs much, it was all the same, a night that you would spend money, get stressed with uncalled men groping you and probably going home slightly drunk and having to deal with a rude taxi’s driver.

But you needed to have fun, live your life as your friend said, so you did. Placed your best short and uncomfortable dress and went clubbing.

And one hour later you were pissed and slightly anxious. Pissed at the weird sweaty people grinding on you and to four dudes that held your ass, and when you complained you were entitled as a prude.

So fuck it.

You walked away from the annoying place and walked till you could find a calm bar.

Duo your attire some people stared you, but you were pissed so you ignored them and asked for a martini.

You checked your phone entering and closing social media repeatedly, the tv on showed the report about the Avengers’s newest accomplishment.

“What happened?” You called the bartender and pointed to the tv.

“They got some human traffickers. Saved lot of people.”

Well, you couldn’t be pissed with that. It was a great new, to be honest.

Captain America and Iron Man appeared in civilians footage, Tony was handsome, but Steve… you could only imagine having him by your side.

Two drinks later you had enough and asked for a water bottle before paying. Fresh air and water would help to your begging of a dizzy state.

Back at your apartment, you let a sigh, what should have been a good night of unstressing went to a hole of loneliness and doubt.

You loved New York, you always wanted to live there, have the cliche lifestyle every American movie showed whenever the protagonist was in the big city. But you were lonely. You wish you could not care and fuck strangers in the club’s bathroom, or pay for unnecessary stuff not caring for rent or worrying about your future.

Or better yet, you wish you could be transported to a fairyland of princes of good heart that would do the imaginable just to see you happy.

But real life wasn’t like that, it was hard and cruel.

So what could you do?

Glancing in the mirror on the bathroom you stopped from removing your dress. It was 11 pm still and you wanted to see the city moving, but not going down and walking, just gazing at the rocky jungle.

You stepped on your flip flops and went to the rooftop. The atmosphere was calm, calm in the sense of only you could see those people living their lives.

They were down there, getting out of work, going to party, going home, they were laughing or crying or feeling empty like you.

Wasn’t everybody empty?

You sat in the chair that the janitor used on his lunch breaks and sat down to relax, you couldn’t sit in the end of the concrete and let your legs move in the air.

And closing your eyes and feeling your mind meddling in the city’s wildness you heard a grunt and someone stepping in the rooftop.

You jumped out of the chair confused of anyone going up there and even more confused of seeing Captain fucking America on his suit and current longer hair.

“Uh, please don’t tell anyone.”

You looked behind your shoulder and back ar him. “What?”

“That I’m here, I, I’m just really tired and I can’t handle reporters or anyone right now so please just-I”

“You think I’ll start yelling your name or take a picture to post in some stupid social media like Twitter giving the address so people can come here?”

He looked intensely tired but nodded his head.

You let a forced laugh and sat down again in the not so comfortable sun-chair. “Don’t worry, I won’t.” Steve kept looking at you but didn’t move. “Listen, I really don’t know why you’re here at my rooftop but I’m tired too and the last thing I want is people meddling the place. So if you want to… keep doing whatever you came to go on, I just want to keep looking at the lights till I get sleepy.”

His shoulder relaxed at that but he didnt walk to the fire stairs he took nor to the door that let inside the building. He just sat down two meters from you propping his back against one of the walls.

You didn’t look at him because it would make him nervous or annoyed, but the sound of his heavy breath was clear.

Your eyes kept closed and your ears picking the sounds here and there.

Steve was staring at you confused, even if you didn’t freak out about a super hero being near you, didn’t even try to a conversation, you just… ignored him.

Well, ignore is a harsh word, you just respected his space.

Seeing your eyes opening and your body sliding down in the chair so your eyes got directed to the sky, he broke his gaze. “Are you okay?”

You smirked at his question, apparently he was a hero in and off work. “Yeah, just normal crises.” He chuckled but you didn’t look at him, well, not until you sat straight again. “You?”

Letting a sigh he sucked his bottom lip, talking to a stranger could be better than talk to someone you know for years. “Normal crisis too, I guess. I’m just tired.”

“I bet, I mean if me in my normal extraordinary boring life am tired and trying to move on, you having to go around the world and save millions of people… damn.”

He smiled, his eyes closed and he did what you said you were doing ’meddling in the city wildness’.

After a peaceful moment of silence Steve stood up. You looked at him approaching and all of your wild thoughts with him came rushing to you, after all he was right there.

He pointed to the floor next to your chair and you nodded, not being a hundred percent sure of his intentions, so he sat and kept near you. You didn’t think much before getting up and closing the chair placing it where the janitor let’s, but before Steve could feel embarrassed you walked to him and sat by his side.

“Wanna talk? Sometimes talking to a stranger is more helpful.”

“Yeah, I think that too.”

You gazed at his recessive face so you raised your pinky. “I swear whatever you tell me here it won’t leave here. This is a safe place.”

He chuckled. “Like a therapist?”

“Yeah, I guess, well, cutting off the money and the professional look and the watch.”

“Watch?”

“Yeah, the watch in the wall or on the therapist’s wrist where they keep glancing at because the moment you end your scheduled appointment they kick you out or ask for more money.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah.”

He held your pinky with him and you smiled at the gesture. Who would think, Y/N Y/L/N in the rooftop holding pinkies with Captain America?

“We did well today. It was a long case, and we went there to break it out and free those people. And it’s good, refreshing to help them, but it’s always that. We go around the world and shit keeps happening. And at the end of the day I just lay awake before passing out of exhaustion and waking up ready to enter the quinjet and fight another battle again. It’s a routine.”

You didn’t answer him, only shook your head signaling that you understood what he meant. Which he was grateful for, lots of people gave advices, but he just wanted to be heard.

“What is your name?” He asked.

“If I tell you I won’t be a stranger anymore, and then I will not be able to hear you out.”

He smirked at your reply. “Okay, then can I ask why you’re wearing a dress and flip flops?”

“Haven’t you heard? It’s the newest trend.” You joked, but your smile fell and you shrugged your shoulders. “I went out tonight, clubbing, but… but it’s dumb. People are dumb, so I left and came home.”

“Something happened?”

“The normal, loud weird songs that made me feel mental chaos and as I was inside a video game. Men groping me, my friends being drunk and calling me prude because I wasn’t fucking someone in the bathroom. Oh and expensive drinks.”

“Yeah, I don’t like parties much.”

You never stopped to imagine what super heroes did for fun. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, big ones I mean.”

“I bet you never went clubbing, which you should be grateful for.”

Steve smirked and looked at you, he bit his lower lip and looked down at your body. When was the last time he felt lust?

“Can’t afford my face being thrown in media, while I go get drunk people to get hurt out there.” He said and looked down at his hands, being a hero was a full-time thing.

“Imagine one night of freedom, of pure… joy.” You said imagining Steve Rogers being himself.

“Would you want that?” His voice was lower and graver, which sent a chill to your pussy making it clench at nothing.

“Would you?” You asked and Steve could hear your heartbeat accelerating.

Steve moved so he could kiss you, and you were shocked the moment his lips met yours, but you melted on his lips and quickly allowed his tongue to enter your mouth.

He stood up pulling you to his body making your feet touch the ground, his hands went to your thighs pulling you up to him.

You moaned at the kiss and Steve bit your lip making you moan and grind your pussy on his abs.

“Which floor?”

“Third.”

Steve walked to the door that leads to the steps and you left his lips trying to get your breath back. “Wait!” Steve looked at you imagining you wanted to stop. “I, uh, it’ll be better if we go… walking.” You chuckled blushing which made Steve chuckle as well. “Because, you know, neighbors.”

Steve let an almost invisible sigh of relief, but since your senses were hyperware you managed to get it.

Walking to your floor with an awkward silence you almost forgot the heat burning inside of you.

Well, that until you entered your place and Steve held you against his body again. You closed the door and Steve carried you to your bedroom.

He threw you on the bed and you let a small moan at the impact, Steve yelled sex, and with that beard he wore now you knew your panties were soaked.

Steve kneeled in bed trapping your body on his, you touched his arms going up to his neck and taking him to your lips. Steve grinded his covered cock against you, he took his shirt off and his lips went back to yours.

You unbuttoned his pants and took the zip down, making Steve smirk looking at your slightly trembling hand.

Steve ripped your dress and you gasped.

“I really liked that one.” You complained.

“I will send you a new one.”

Taking your bra and panties off you and Steve started to roll in bed. His kisses were rough and his beard scratched but in a wwonderful way.

His strong arms were firm and when he hugged you and squeezed tight you felt safe as aroused.

When Steve was on top of you again he pushed your hips down the bed and trailed kisses on your neck. His nipped and sucked and your hips automatically grinded on him. “Steve.” You moaned.

“Call me, Captain.” He whispered and you moaned at the mere feeling his deep voice sent to your body.

He sucked your right nipple while his hand squeezed your other one. His mouth was so wet and hot and you didn’t know if it was possible to cum only like that.

“Please,” You mumbled.

“Please what?”

“Please, Captain, I, I need you.” You moaned, your cheeks growing hot at the words.

Steve smirked and left an last kiss on your breast. “Good girl.”

He kissed above your belly button and his hands squeezed your hips before trailed them down holding the back of your thighs and opening them.

Steve breathed your scent and moaned, his two fingers went to his mouth and then he started to run it up and down on your wet labia.

“Shit!” You moaned holding the sheets tightly.

His fingers gathered the quantity of wetness he wanted and he entered your pussy. Even Captain America’s fingers were amazing.

He made a come here motion and you jumped when he hit your g-spot. Finally, someone did.

He kept on and on and his piercing blue eyes were fixed on your face, the expression of pleasure made him extremely horny.

He kept on and on and when you came it was like a star fell on your building. Everything turned white and you were shaking.

Before your breath and heart stabilized, Steve held your tights and turned you around.

His hand touched your lower back pushing your back down while your ass was up in the air.

Steve’s lips licked your wetness, and you were surprised.

You pulled your legs together and Steve tasked behind you. “Open your legs.”

“Steve, I, I can’t.” Not another orgasm.

“I wasn’t asking.” He stated and your body was manhandled so your glistening lips were open and shining for his lips.

The way his beard scratched your skin sent another level of arousal through your veins. You moaned and moaned and if Steve wasn’t killing your cunt you could laugh at the karma that is your moaning level, after all, porn stars were exaggerated. Well, if the actors fucked like Steve Rogers does… they aren’t necessarily acting.

A series of slaps went to your ass cheeks and another orgasm reached you.

“Arrghhhhh.”

Suddenly your body was pulled and placed in the bed, your eyes found the ceiling and it looked like the wall was trembling.

Steve smiled seeing the way he made you feel, he kissed his way up and bit your neck playfully.

The level of endorphin running through you was enormous.

Everything was buzzing and when you finally calmed down you were laid on your back with Steve kissing your neck. The smirk on his face would be annoying if he didn’t manage to give you the best orgasm of your life.

You ran your hands on his wide shoulders and attacked his lips with the heated kiss you could muster. His body was like marble.

You scratched his back and bit his lower lip making him moan.

His erection was hot on your thigh and you reached his member holding it in your hand. Steve looked at you and something about breathing the same air was exhilarating.

You pumped his big cock and that man moaning and sweating above you was a sight to behold.

The skin was so smooth and you wanted it inside you, but precaution was important. Steve got slighty confused when you reached to the nightstand.

“Condom.” You whispered.

Steve grabbed the thing and sat on his legs opening the plastic with his teeth. You sat too and kissed his arm while he placed the condom. Honestly, you never understood when people said that didn’t use condoms because it would break the mood. Seriously? Something about men placing the condom on their erect cock was a turn on.

Protect and ready to go Steve attacked your lips again and you felt his cock going up and down on your cunt.

“Fuck.” He cursed on his breath.

Steve sank in and your hands went to hold his face in desperation to hold onto something. The man was with his mouth agape and looking at your expression. “You’re so beautiful. Fuck, so tight.”

He was all in and you couldn’t even move your legs. “Oh my God.” You cried.

And Steve took his cock out till he pushed in again. And soon he made a pace and sat on the bed pulling your legs so your wet pussy was still holding him.

Steve squeezed your waist and pounded into you like he was going to war in the next morning. “Ahhh!”

You yelled and one of his hands held your breast squeezing it tight.

You were almost coming when Steve pulled your body and made you straddle his lap. His right hand held behind your neck so the both of you stared each other and the other one squeezed your ass.

Almost automatically your body started to jump up and down on him and his thrusts met yours.

You literally yelled when you felt your whole body exploding.

Steve cursed again and held you so tight that your need for oxygen got even bigger.

He gave more four deep thrusts and he fell above of you making you two hit the mattress.

Steve moved to his side and you almost thanked him because he was almost crushing you.

You looked at him and covered your eyes giggling. “Uau, I can’t believe the night turned out like that.”

“In a good way?” He asked.

“In an amazing you.”

“To be honest, me too. I’m glad I got up in your apartment’s rooftop.”

You laughed at his response but your mind went to the logical spot saying that this was over and you would never see Captain America again.

Steve sat on the bed and you stared at his defined back while he looked at the door. “I should leave.”

The inevitable.

“Yeah.” He looked at you and you gave him a small smile, you didn’t want to sound clingy.

“Unless… nothing.” He started to speak but shook his head and got on his feet.

“Unless what?”

“If you… allowed me to stay, the night I mean. But I know its weird.”

“Weird?”

“21st century weird?” He tried.

You laughed and got on your feet opening your wardrobe. “You can stay, it’s okay, I actually prefer if you… you know, stay.” Pulling a boxer underwear you threw at him.

“What is this?”

“So you can sleep on, its mine so don’t you worry.” He looked confused at first. “I bought three of those, they are loose and comfortable. Panties can be annoying sometimes, so I use those to sleep.” You explained. Looking at his uniform on the floor you and pointed to the bathroom. “And if you want to take a shower you can, there are clean towels in the second drawer.”

Steve accepted the inventation and you laid in bed while he took the shower.

Captain America wouldn’t steal your house, right?! And after some drinks, three orgasms and the fact that it was four in the morning you drifted to sleep.

Later on, you felt muscled arms holding you close, it was a feeling of safety that you welcomed with open arms.

Steve kissed your neck and pulled the duvet above you two. “What is your name?”

Mumbling your answer Steve smirked at your response. “If I tell you we won’t be strangers anymore.”

“Maybe that would be a good thing.”

Your heart flustered but you tried to not create expectations, even if it was really really hard. “Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

Steve repeated your name and you smiled at how good it sounded in his lips.

         …

Honestly, Steve with a beard can have me any time, anywhere.

[strangerthingsharrington]

Can’t Fight This Feeling

-3-

I didn't see my little brother until late the next morning. I was sitting in the kitchen finishing off some grapes when he came speed walking in.

"Whoa," I said with a small laugh, "where are you running to?"

He looked at me and hiked his backpack further up, "I'm not running?"

I rolled my eyes and plopped another grape in my mouth, "You're going faster than usual.

"Don't talk to me with your mouth full, it's gross," he told me with an eye roll.

I snorted, "Coming from you that doesn't hold a lot of weight," I said before tossing the final grape in my mouth.

He smiled briefly at me before turning and grabbing a cup from the cupboard.

"Where are you going anyways?" I asked, standing with my now empty bowl and walking to sink as he opened up the fridge.

He shrugged as he poured the orange juice into his cup, "Starcourt. Gonna see if Steve is there."

I rolled my eyes behind his back when he went to put the juice back in the fridge. I washed out the bowl in the sink quickly.

"Well doesn't that sound delightful," I told him before grabbing the dish towel and drying the bowl.

I went and put the bowl into the cupboard then turned to face my brother, who had his cup to his mouth and drinking steadily from it, watching me.

I tossed the dish towel over my shoulder and put my hands on my hips, waiting for whatever he was going to tell me.

He brought the cup back down with a small laugh and head shake.

"What's funny?" I asked.

He shook his head again before putting the cup in the sink, where it would sit until either me or my mom washed it for him.

"Nothing, just reminded me of...never mind. Listen, I'm gonna take the bus to the mall to see if Steve got that job at Scoops, do you think you could pick me up later?"

"I can save you the trip if you want, Steve got the job. Robin works there too, she told me," I informed him.

He scoffed at me, "Well I'm still gonna go."

I raised an eyebrow at him, "You're gonna spend your whole day at the mall with Steve? And do what? Sit there at Scoops and watch him sling some ice cream? Why don't you call Mike or one of them to hang out?"

"No, no way," he said forcefully, "they ditched me, they can come to me."

I grinned at his dramatic statement, "Whatever Dustin. Yeah that's fine, I guess. Maybe I'll come down with you, say hi to Robin then do some shopping," I said leaning against the countertop, "been thinking of getting some new shoes. Then we can call mom to get us when she's done work."

He went wide eyed, "No, you don't need to hang around with me when I'm there. You don't have to come with me."

I threw the dish towel at Dustin's face which he let hit him and fall to the ground.

"I dont need to, I want to. You're not the only one that wants to check out the new mall," I told him.

"You've been there!" he told me.

"To visit Robin on her first day," I said as I bent down to gran the dish towel and put it on the counter.

"Yeah so you don't need to watch me."

"I didn't say I was watching you, weirdo. I said I'd go to to see Robin then shop. Then we can either bus back home or wait for mom," he narrowed his eyes at my statement, "Relax, Dustin, I wont intruded on your oh so very important Steve Harrington time. I'll be in and out of Scoops to see Robin. Calm down."

He sighed, "Fine," he relented as if he had a choice.

I mock bowed to him, "Thank you so much m'Lord," I told him in a terribly inaccuract  British accent.

He nodded a couple times, "You'd think that would hurt my feelings, but I wouldn't say no if you decided to keep this up."

I smiled and smacked the brim of his hat down towards his face, "Shut it, let's go."

——

Dustin was clutching his backpack as if his life actually depended on it. We talked back and forth on the bus ride to the new Hawkins mall, but nothing too serious. I didnt mention anything about the previous night and about the foreign language that was being spoken on his radio. I needed to figure out a way to breach that topic when I thought he would open up about it.

We got to the mall finally, and I had to walk quickly to keep up with Dustin's eagerness to see Steve.

Steve.

I wasnt lying to Dustin the night before. If having Steve as a friend made Dustin happy then...whatever. I didnt fully comprehend it but maybe Dustin looked at him as like...a big brother or something. Maybe he liked being friends with the one time King of Hawkins High.

We reached the lights of Scoops Ahoy and I saw my best friend standing behind the cash register in her sailor uniform and couldn't help but giggle at the sight of her absolutely unimpressed facial expression.

"At least try to fake it," I told her once I was a few steps in the door.

Her eyes focused over to me and Dustin and she smiled, "It's too painful to keep up the appearance."

I opened my mouth to talk to her again but Dustin pipped up, "Is he here?" 

She titled her head, "Is who here?"

"Steve," he insisted, as he walked up to the counter with me next to him.

She put a finger to her chin and tapped thoughtfully, "Hmm, Steve...Steve...not sure of a Steve but we do have someone named dingus here, maybe you're looking for him," she stated.

I bit down on my lip to stop the smile and laugh that would have otherwise slipped out because of Dustin's blank expression.

"Ha ha," he deadpanned.

The back door swung open, "Henderson? Henderson!" Steve shouted joyfully.

I took a step away from my brother so that I wasn't in the way of their little reunion.

He began jumping from the door, as he and my brother laughed the whole time.

"He's back! He's back!" he excitedly stated, pointing at my brother and looking over to Robin.

She looked at me with confused eyes and I shook my head and shrugged at her.

Robin obviously knew about my background with Steve. Neither of us were part of the popular kids, so we never had any sort of relationship with any of them. Unless we just happened to be who they would want to pick on for that moment. We learned how to keep to ourselves and avoid them as much as possible.

I did tell her about the bond that Dustin and Steve had made over the last few months. We were both extremely confused about it at the beginning and still were.

"You got the job!" Dustin cheered pointing above Robin to the Scoops Ahoy menu.

"I got the job!" Steve confirmed happily, before making a trumpet sound and pretending to play the trumpet with his fingers.

A small smile crossed over my face. This was the big bad popular mean boy from school?

Him and my brother then went into some sort of secret handshake that ended with them fighting with fake lightsabers and Dustin stabbing Steve in the stomach and Steve pretending to have blood shooting out of him.

The small smile had been replace with my mouth opening in confusion as I looked back to Robin.

She leaned against the counter, "So...how many children are you friends with?" she questioned.

Steve sighed and rubbed his nose with a sniffle, looking from Robin to my brother before motioning with his hand over to Robin, raising his eyebrows.

"Robin," I called between Steve and Dustin,

"I'm gonna go shop for a bit. I'll be back."

"You remember my sister, Louise, right?" Dustin asked his friend.

Steve looked over to me and a smile formed on his face.

"Yeah of course, Louise, yeah, no I remember. What's up?" he asked.

I gave him a closed lip smile, "Nothing," I remarked before looking back to Robin, "Dustin is gonna hang out here I think. Just...make sure he doesn't break anything," I said looking back to my brother with a grin before lightly pushing his shoulder which made Dustin jokingly stick his tongue out at me.

"Yeah, yeah I'll watch him don't worry," Steve told me, even though I had been talking to Robin.

I looked at Steve blankly before I shifted focus back to Robin, "Watch him, please. I'll be back. Dust...just stay here okay?"

"I'm fine, don't worry," Dustin told me.

I closed my eyes and shook my head slightly, "Alright, alright,"  I said opening my eyes and looking back at him with a smile, "I'll be back."

I turned away from them and walked out of the ice cream shop, eager to find a new pair of running shoes.

I walked around that mall alone for a few hours. I found some shoes and few items of clothing, I went to a pay phone and called my mom at work to let her know where we were, I said I would call her at home when we were ready.

The entire time I had been wandering though, I couldnt help but think about how happy Dustin and Steve were to see each other. Like I had told Dustin, I avoided everything to do with Steve. I knew what he was like in school. Not only what he did to me and Jonathan but he wrote that Nancy Wheeler was a slut on the movie theatre. And they kept dating afterwards for a year!

But the guy I saw today didn't seem like that guy...especially if Robin was able to tolerate him since they've been working together. Maybe Dustin wasn't totally lying about him not being the same kid he was in school.

But the big question was...how could this guy completely change his personality basically? Steve 'The Hair' Harrington. One time leader of his popular minions. How had he taken such a quick fall from grace? How did he became friends with my brother? What was going on in Hawkins?

Steve was a year older than me. I remember in elementary school having a crush on him, but I think just about every girl did. He was a good looking guy, obviously. But that was his fall back for everything. He was popular because he was good looking and because his family was well off. It was a cliche. He was a cliche. The cliche popular rich kid that picked on other people.

Basically after my incident with Tommy H, Carol and Steve I did everything I could to avoid them. Everything. It was a blessing being in the year below them so we didn't have any classes together. Didn't stop any of them from picking on whoever they wanted, though. Especially Jonathan.

Jonathan and I were brought together in friendship at first because of Dustin and Will being friends but it grew because of our mutual dislike of the popular kids (which did turn into trying out dating for about two weeks but that wasn't the route for us). Our friendship intensified after Will went missing, with the rumours that Jonathan had something to do with it. I defended him to anyone and everyone that said they thought Jonathan had something to do with it.

When I found out that Jonathan had punched Steve in the face...I wasnt exactly devastated by it.

I knew Steve and his friends had drifted apart their senior year, especially with the arrival of Billy. But I still didn't want anything to do with him, no matter how many times since November Dustin proclaimed that Steve was this great guy and whatever. Didn't matter. Didn't add up. You don't just become friends after helping someone with 'girl shit.' How would Dustin have even connected with Steve?  I asked Dustin and his response was always 'right place right time.'

Not a lot of it was adding up, but I was going to promise myself that I was going to get to the bottom of all of this before summer was over.

Title credit to REO Speedwagon and GIF credit to owner!

[tonysiron]

The ocean waves rippled, kissing the sand as she drew back and forth in the tide. The salt licked the wooden legs of his chair and the exposed toes of his feet. Occasionally, the ends of his grey sweat pants caught the splashes of the ocean's personal game, the rocking back and forth in between the two figures sat on her beach, and the pull of the sun on the horizon.

"Go Fish." He said into the paw of his hand, staring down at his own cards. Each one had a different cartoon fish, all labeled with both the scientific and normal names of the individual species. It was silly, but he and Morgan used these cards all the time when they played together, and Natasha didn't seem to mind. She smiled, actually.

Nat reached forward, took a card, and then leaned back as she looked at him gently, chewing her peanut butter and jelly sandwhich.

"Do you... have any 6s?" Tony asked. Just as Natasha swallowed and opened her mouth to respond, her gaze shifted over his shoulder. Her eyes softened more, and she closed her mouth, smiling gently.

"Why don't you ask him?"

Tony frowned just slightly, before tensing and turning in his chair, the weight of his movements creaking the wood and sinking it further into the muddy, ocean kissed sand.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Oh, so that's the greeting I get?" Steve asked, walking over from where the ocean crashed into the back of his calves, soaking his sweat pants. He walked gracefully out of the sea, approaching the two and their table of Go Fish, all while Tony stood up and rushed over.

"No, seriously, what the hell? Nat and I have only been here for a week! You cant-What did you do?" He asked, genuine concern lacing through his voice. Hysteria began to roll up his throat as his mind began to play out all the possible options of what Steve could have done.

"I lived. I got that life you told me to get." Steve said softly, pausing just a few short inches in front of Tony, looking down at him gently.

Tony's face screwed up in confusion, concern falling away. "What, in a week?" He questioned.

"No," Steve said softly. "Just 5 seconds."

It took a few moments for that to sink in, and Tony choked up before jerking him forward, holding him tightly.

"How was it?" He asked into Steve's chest.

The waves crashed at their feet, and Tony would have usually stumbled, but Steve kept them steady as he held the smaller man close to him. Tony looked younger, like the weight of the world had never settled on his shoulders, or buried deep in the bags of his eyes. His frown lines had disappeared, and his hair was curly and thick on his head, the darkest brown it had ever been. Steve loved it.

"It was beautiful." He mumbled, and then buried himself deeper in Tony's presence.

"But I missed you. Throughout all of it. I missed you so much. And when Peggy died.... I didn't see much point in staying."

Tony gasped and jerked back. "Steven Grant Rogers, you did not-"

Steve smiled at Tony's immediate reaction, chuckling slightly. "No, that's not what I meant. I mean I left, came back. I... I gave Sam the shield, and.... I met Morgan, Tony." He said gently.

Tony's body language softened immensely, and he smiled. It was more prideful than sad.

"What did you think?" He asked.

"She's a genius, just like you." He said.

Tony began to feel tears well up in his eyes.

"Not that this isn't super cute, or whatever, but I refuse to third wheel until Clint gets his ass dead, so...." Natasha waved her pb&j sandwich in the air, and Steve perked up, grinning at her.

//

Later that evening, when the tides grew stronger and the ocean swallowed the sun, Steve and Tony found themselves content in sitting in the sand while Natasha did hand stands on the beach, elegantly and gracefully walking her fingers along the mud.

"Why here?" Tony asked, turning his head to Steve.

"Hm?"

"I mean, why with us?" He gestured to Natasha, whose lips curled just slightly. She was eaves dropping, but not making a show of it. Old habits die hard.

"You could have gone anywhere, made peace and rested in a place that reminded you of.... home." Tony said, staring out at the pinking sky.

"Tony... You are my home." He said softly. Tony's eyes widened and he looked back at him, surprised, though Steve kept his gaze on the ocean, smiling contently at the sea.

"Everything always lead back to you. Your future, my new future. The universe could never let me get away."

Tony snorted at that. "I bet you hated it. Sorry," He shrugged. Steve finally looked at him, shaking his head. Tony always deflected, even in death. Of course.

"I cherished every moment, Tony." He said softly.

They two stared at one another, Steve's eyes gentle and full of an ease Tony had never been blessed with, neither in life or even now. The genius flustered and squirmed under his all too caring gaze, and cleared his throat, looking away once again.

"You think Bruce or Thor will ever get here?" He asked. Steve simply shrugged.

"I'd hope so, but Thor and Bruce seem to be-"

"Immortal?"

"Sturdy."

Tony chuckled at that. "Thats what I thought of you, and yet..." He gestured at him and then huffed in fake exasperation.

"Even in death I can't escape your sorry asses."

Steve grinned. "Yeah. You're stuck with us." He said to him.

Tony looked over, and smiled right back.

"Guess I am." He said softly.

Steve continued to stare at him longingly, tilting his head meaningfully.

"I mean, it, you know. You, being my home, being around every corner in my life," He said.

"I couldnt be happier where I ended up, here, with you, Tony."

Tony stared at him and swallowed thickly, before leaning forward and kissing him gently on the mouth.

It was chaste, gentle, and sweet, and when they pulled away they let out a soft breath, chuckling into each other's mouths and resting their foreheads together.

"We're so dumb." Tony blurted, and Steve laughed a little louder, grin spreading wider.

Tony's smile fell slightly. "We could have had something, one upon a time." He said, and then it fell even more. "But now-"

"Now we have all the time in the world, Tony." Steve said, taking his hand.

"Morgan and Pepper will always be the one's. I know that. Peggy will always be mine." Steve said softly, but laced their hands together.

"But Tony, I saw worlds, timelines where you and I fall in love, over and over again." He swallowed.

"Its okay that we never got to do that in life. I'm okay with that, because you had Morgan, and Peggy was my girl. But... now... now I dont see why not." He said gently, and when Tony didnt respond, he swallowed and looked away.

"Or not, you know. Thats okay too."

"Why are you here?"

"I told you-"

"But really, Steve. Why? You could have gone to Peggy, found all your old friends-The Howling Commandos. Why me? Why Natasha? Why the Avengers?"

"Because.." Steve swallowed. "You're my family, and.... and I love you. I never stopped loving you. I love Peggy, I love the Commandos, but you made me have a purpose in the future-"

"Then why did you go back-"

"Because you were dead, Tony!" Steve said, his frustration beginning to erase the gentle ease he had earlier.

"You told me to get a life, and I did. I did everything for you. Everything. Every day I loved Peggy, I thought of you. Every evening I spent out, laughing, making new memories, I thought of you. I told myself that it was all okay, that everything was okay, because I was happy. But you don't understand what its like to live with survivor guilt, Tony-"

"I know exactly what thats like-!"

"Do you, do you really?" Steve asked, eyes glistening.

"I missed you. Every day. More than I even realized I could. I cherished every moment of seeing you in the news, becoming the man you were destined to be. Tony Stark, I love you. Unbelievably so." He said, but then stood.

"If you want me to go, then I will. For the rest of time, you never have to see me again. I can leave, if thats what you want." He said a bit hoarsely, and stared out into the ocean.

A moment's pause passed between them, and Tony stood in the sand, before stepping forward and placing a hand on his shoulder, because who was he to take away Steve's heaven? Nobody just decides to spend the rest of eternity with their bestie on a whim. Steve wanted to be here. Steve chose to be here.

"I'm sorry..." He wasn't quite sure what he was apologizing for, though. Perhaps it was making Steve blow up, or maybe for haunting Steve's life that was supposed to be happy.

Steve relaxed under his hand, and turned to him, smiling weakly.

"Stay." Tony said, pushing Steve's shoulder so they could face each other.

"Stay. With me. Please." He said softly, stepping close.

"Do you want me to?" Steve asked, looking at his feet.

"I do." Tony said, taking his fingers in his. Both of their hands were soft, rid of callouses.

"Is it true?" Tony asked. "That you saw us, falling in love?" He said gently. Steve nodded, stepping forward and placing his hands on Tony's waist. Tony's own went to his jawline, carresing his cheeks.

"Well then, I refuse to waste any more time." He said gently, eyes fluttering slightly as he leaned forward.

"Sweetheart," Steve breathed, lips brushing his. "We have an eternity of time."

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Still wanna draw/write the story of shellheart and goldenstar

Also. Really wanna add some late 616 flavor drama wherein the trust between them is broken, Steve thinks Tony betrayed him/turned traitor, that hes plotting against him and intending to take over the clan, that Tony never actually cared about him, that Tony has been lying to him...meanwhile tony is like, trying to save the clan or something, but he cant tell Steve, thinks he has to go it alone. And it almost tears the clans apart.

Maybe some dark forest type thing? Tony is invited in bc...some of the df cats are dumb and really think hes like them just bc he would do anything to save/protect Steve doesnt mean hes actually vicious like them. But semantics. Anyway so hes invited in and hes abt to be like wtf fuck off, except he overhears something, a plot, and decides to go undercover a-la ivypool.

But somehow or other Steve finds out Tony has been visiting the df while seemingly pretending to be on his side, talking about building birdclan to it's best, and watching snakeclan grow strong, etc. So Steve immediately leaps to the wrong conclusion because uhhh recently they had a fight abt some bad cats they exiled bc Tony thought they were too dangerous to just exile and Steve wouldnt hear of killing them of course, and they were too dangerous to keep in the camp. Anyway so their relationship is already kn the rocks when Steve hears and decides Tony is betraying him.

And tony is hurt not only at that, but that his clan sides against him except for like, rhodey, pepper, Carol, and jan. Thor, hank, luke, jess, and peter even, among others, trust Steve's judgement and distrust Tony. But they have real traitors in their midst, who've also been training in the df, but no one will hear him out, Steve wont listen to him in private and he cant admit hes been spyinf in front of the real traitors or call them out. Idk if Steve makes him leave the clan, or if he let's him stay but makes it clear hes not trusted and has like, guards or something. Anyway so Tony is just. Crying internally and drawing hearts on glass in his mind but hes still going to save Steve and his clan.

His friends are hesitant to spend time w him except for like, Jan or carol and rhodey maybe. They want to believe the best of him, that it's not true, but Tony doesnt outright deny hes been visiting the df bc he wants to keep his cover intact with the df and the real traitors. So anyway hes feeling very isolated and hurt - and training in the df is nasty business and makes him hate himself more and more - but still determined to finish his self assigned mission. He is going to find out the df's plans in their entirety, and then hes going to save his clan and leader, and snakeclan too, even if it kills him.

Which. Of course hes Tony so it almost does cost him his life. Due to stuff set up earlier in the story where Tony had to step into the role of leader while Steve was away looking for bucky, Tony was convinced to visit the moonstone equivalent and was given, not the full 9 lives of a leader, but an additional life. He ended up not loosing that life in the time between then and Steve's eventual return, and continued to not lose said life after that, and sort of...everyone sort of forgot, and he didnt actually tell Steve.

And he himself sort of forgot about it. Anyway so Tony sacrifices himself to save either Steve or some kits maybe, from df warriors, and Steve runs to a dying Tony and apologizes and is sad. Admits he loves Tony. Tony dies...And then miraculously breathes again, after a short visit with starclan who are like ur an idiot but thank you for your work, now pls dont die again okay? Before they turn away to continue fighting the df and then Tony is alive again. And Steve is like what?! Omg? Tony is like well okay, I forgot about that life. Uhhh I accept ur apology and I love you too but theres still a battle going on so. Back to fighting!

Anyway they win and then the two of them have to have some long, long conversations, but birdclan's leader and deputy are officially together romantically. Everyone else is like ??? We thought they were mates for years now???? Wth.

Funny, when I got inspired for this story I wasnt thinking much past, like, a single arc wherein kittypet Tony becomes a warrior and falls for goldenheart/wing (steve) and theres some drama where he has to lead the clan for a time and hates himself a bunch for sacrifices and the clan love him but he doesnt see it. Its sorta canon that things in canon start out with a Tony who is loved by many but feels unlovable on a deeper level, and then years and years and years later everyone hates Tony bc uhh reasons and he thinks its deserved and also makes it worse a lot but for good reasons. So...sort od that but warrior cats except not as awful or as pointlessly negative/ the clan still does love Tony they just trust their leader more than him, fear the df/evil cats that seemingly Tony is aligned with, and said leader is being a doofus... some of them are as quick to judge as Steve is and also are less friendly with Tony, I admit, but those relationships get mended and he is very loved.

[michaelneedssomefics]

Catch Me When I Fall

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 1.4k+

Warnings: Angst, PTSD, panic attack

A/N: I was feeling angsty

The nights were the hardest part of Bucky's life. That was when he was alone, in his bed, with nothing but his mind.

His damn mind. How could his own head, his own thoughts, do this to him? Make him relive his worst nightmares. No, not nightmares, his worst memories.

He sometimes wonders if it's worth it to spend night after night, thrashing and screaming, waking up breathless and sweaty, so hot sometimes it feels like he's burning, if it's worth all of that, because it comes with the memories from before?

But he always regrets thinking that way. After all, if not for those memories, he wouldn't know Steve, and wouldn't have gotten his life together(-ish) and get to save lives, after those he took.

Don't get this wrong, he would never be able to make up for those lives. He remembers every face. He knows their whole life story, since he had to revise and memorize them before killing them. Murdering them.

This was just another regular night. Well, regular for Bucky. Tony had installed sound proof pads around his room a few weeks ago, so he won't wake up the whole team every night. "It's not because I like you or anything." He said, "This team has enough nightmares each. It's just that for some reason you seem to scream during yours, and we'd like to get as decent sleep as we can." Bucky just simply nodded at him, Tony exiting the room quickly.

He was laying on his back, staring at the ceiling. He was trying not to think at all but, unsurprisingly, failed. Though this night, he was not thinking of his time at Hydra, but right before. On the train, holding onto a weak handle for his damn life. He remembers that moment almost as vividly as his worst torture sessions. He could barely hear Steve's screams for him to hold on over the strong wind howling. And then he's falling. Bucky doesn't know when he fell asleep, but he found out he did at some point, since he was now waking up screaming as hard as he was screaming when he was falling.

He didn't realize it fast though. He was feeling as though he was actually falling, endlessly falling. The screaming just keeps coming out of his mouth. He doesn't even notice when the door opens.

You and Bucky were very close. You met when Steve brought Bucky over from Wakanda, and you quickly found a friend in him. It started slow, small talk over morning coffee, both of you going on morning runs together with Steve. Your room was right across from his as well, and sometimes one would go over to others room and you would watch a movie together.

You never saw him when he was sleeping though. Well, not if it was up to Bucky. He didnt want you seeing that side of him. The broken, damaged, horrific side of him. But, you were right across the hall from him. It was inevitable that you wouldn't hear him.

Tonight you did, and when you entered the room you were so afraid. Not for yourself, no. You were afraid for Bucky, terrified even. He kept screaming, sometimes actual words. "No! Not again! Please not again, no!" He never talked to you about any time before the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. you knew nothing about calming someone while he's sleep screaming, You couldn't call Steve because he's on a mission in Peru with Natasha and Clint. That was probably also the reason why you even woke up from his screaming. Bucky was usually with Steve on missions, so Steve could be there when he had his night terrors.

You can do this. He's one of your best friends ofcourse you can do this. That's when Bucky realizes he's awake. He feels the bed dip by his side. But he can't stop screaming. He still feels like he's falling.

Until he feels a soft hand on his cheek. You carefully put your hand on his cheek, rubbing small, soft circles with you thumb on his cheekbone. His screaming stops suddenly, his eyes snapping to your face, still with a terrified look in them.

"You're okay Bucky, you're safe remember? I'm right here with you, nothing bad is going to happen to you, I promise." He wasn't moving, eye still glued to yours.

He wasn't even breathing. "James I need you to breath for me, can you do that? We can do it together come on, do it with me." you than started inhaling and exhaling slowly, and after a moment He was copying you. With your other hand you wiped a few tears from his face, and put some stray hairs behind his ear.

Now he was hyperventilating. Shit. What do you do now? You're supposed to make him stop breathing right? How the hell are you supposed to do that?? So you improvised.

You kissed him.

Sure, you've wanted to kiss him for so long. But this wasn't what you were thinking when you thought of kissing him. You held his face between you hands and kissed him, and damn it if you didn't kiss him as passionately as you could. You did have to take his breath away. But then you remembered you had to pull away.

When you pulled away, you opened your eyes and found his still closed, his lips slightly parted. He then slowly opened his eyes, meeting yours. You immediately recognized your Bucky, the one that makes you laugh and cooks you his ma's special cherry pie, who watches horror movies with you and stays by your side until you fall asleep because you get scared after.

"Doll, if I knew all I had to do to get a kiss from you was get a panic attack I would've had you in my room every night."

You kind of wanted to kiss again because of that. But you also wanted to slap him.

"Are you serious?? Bucky you scared the hell out of me! I was so worried and I didn't know what to do, and then you didn't breath and then you breathed to much and-" now he was kissing you. And oh was it passionate.

It was rough, and desperate and your tounges were dancing around eachother and everything you were bottling up was being poured into that kiss. Wait- this is wrong. You pulled away suddenly.

"Bucky, this is not the right time." He's brows furrowed in confusion, then he was shocked. "Fuck, do-, Y/N, I'm sorry, shit I didn't think, I thought you were ok with this, I should've asked you're right, fuck I'm so sorry-" you cut him off, "what? Bucky no no no I was ok with that for me, but you just had a fucking panic attack, you're not thinking straight!"

You both sat there, on the bed, staring at each other. "What were you dreaming about?" You whispered. He then looked to the side, avoiding eye contact. It was a few minutes later when he started talking.

"The train. The one.. the one I fell off of." Oh. He looked up ar you again, new tears forming in his eye. You sensed he had more things to say, so you rested you hand on his thigh, quietly signaling you're patiently waiting for him to continue. "All I could hear was wind and Steve shouting at me to hold on. Like I was thinking anything else. And then I was falling. And...and I just kept falling, and falling and it didn't end. It never ends. I just keep on falling." He was crying at this point, tears running down his cheeks.

"I'm here for that. For when you feel like you're falling. I'm here to catch you. But you have to let me catch you okay?" He nodded, leaning towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. You put your arms around his neck, one of your hands going up to softly comb through his hair. "Can you stay with me tonight? Please?" He asked, his voice so small, you almost didn't hear him. "Every night, any night, just say the word." You kissed him then, its was short, but sweet, and said all you needed said.

You slipped into his bed, and he immediately clung to you, resting his head in the crook of your neck, circling his arms around you. You combed through his hair, lulling him to sleep. Right before he fell asleep he whispered,

“please catch me if I fall"

“I promise"