#and when steve goes to hand her a piece he accidentally calls her mom

[catharusustulatus]

Steve and Dustin’s mom Claudia are close.

It starts with Steve practically adopting Dustin overnight, going from barely registering his presence to almost dying for him within a couple of days. After getting the shit kicked out of him by Billy and the close calls in the tunnels, everyone regroups, sweaty, tired, and hungry at the Byers’, and the kids start getting picked up. For some reason he finds himself being dragged into Mrs. Henderson’s car. And then her house, and then her guest bathroom, where she tenderly washes his face and cleans his wounds. She coos at him as he groans, sitting on her carpet covered toilet seat. Her bathroom is warm and cat themed. She holds his chin with so much care as she rubs a warm washcloth along his bruised cheeks. She holds his shoulders as he dry heaves. Steve is concussed, full of adrenaline, shaking, but most of all shy. No one has ever done this for him before.

After a couple days quietly sleeping in her guest bedroom, eating her food, and helping wash her dishes, she asks him about his parents. If they’re worried about him. He says no, she looks sad. She sends him home with a casserole, says see you soon.

Dustin starts following him everywhere. He gives him a walkie talkie for his birthday, tells Steve he’s “part of the gang now.” Steve acts annoyed but cries later, alone in his giant house, with relief, to not feel so alone anymore, even if Dustin and his friends are kids, and even if one of those kids is Nancy’s little brother.

He starts spending more time at the Henderson’s. The three of them watch Cheers and bake cookies. Mews 2 loves Steve, purrs in his lap. He starts bringing t-shirts over; Mr. Henderson's clothes were way too big for him. Soon he has a toothbrush there. Then he has a house key.

Claudia doesn’t bring his parents up anymore. Whenever he's there for dinner, or for more than dinner, it's with her full approval.

[munson-blurbs]

Eddie x F!Reader — I’d just really like to read how Eddie would react if reader joins him in the upside down to perform Master of Puppets. She would be a little delayed because he had demanded her to not go back through the gate with him, and after sneaking through, knowing their plan, she had managed to, with struggle, drag her drum kit piece by piece on the rooftop (she lives like 5 trailers down from Eddie) to join him (probably around “come crawling faster, obey your master” or second verse) and Dustin turns in surprise as her bass literally vibrates under his feet, and tentacles start oozing and slithering around her trailer for the source of the disturbance. She has NO protection up there, and teetering on being louder and more of a target than Eddie.

This is really sad and dark, so if that's not your thing, I apologize.

Warnings: death, blood, language, events of S4 V2 occur

WC: 1.8k

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“Look at us,” Eddie tells Steve, glancing at you and Dustin with a somber smile, “we are not heroes.”

Not heroes.

You’d spent the last 48 hours chasing down an anthropomorphic villain in an otherworldly dimension, and Eddie Munson had the audacity to say you weren’t a hero.

You’re unsure why his statement bothers you, why anything he says affects you at all. It was a twist of fate–bad luck, even–that you’d been ravaging around Rick’s abandoned boathouse when Eddie darted in, desperate for a place to hide. 

“Fuck, didn’t think anyone would be here,” he’d panted, wiping his sweaty forehead on his leather jacket-clad arms.

“Me, either,” you’d admitted, pocketing a thin silver chain that Rick had left behind. It could be junk, but it was worth a shot. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” 

He’d cocked his head, eyeing you in a way that made you feel recognized, not unnerved. “I feel like I’ve seen you around before,” he’d said. “You go to Hawkins High?”

“I did; graduated back in ‘84.” It was your crown achievement, being the first person in your family to finish high school. “I, uh, wanted to go to college, but it was too expensive. All my money goes to keeping me and my mom in our shitty trailer.”

Eddie snapped his fingers excitedly, a smile spreading across his pinked cheeks. “You live in Forest Hills!” he’d exclaimed loudly, then caught himself. “Are you the girl who plays drums?”

You gave a small laugh, holding your hands up in surrender. “Guilty as charged,” you’d conceded. “Sorry if it’s annoying; ‘s like my only outlet in this boring town.”

“Annoying?” Eddie gawped, crossing his arms over his chest, “you’re so good! Plus, it keeps me from being the only one bothering the neighbors with my loud-ass music.”

And then it clicked. “You’re Guitar Guy!” you’d blurted out, accidentally using the nickname you’d secretly bestowed upon him. “I mean…you’re the guy who plays guitar…”

“You can call me Eddie; although Guitar Guy sounds pretty metal, too.”

Somehow, that chance encounter had led you here, to a place called the Upside Down, bonded with a ragtag gang of Hawkins misfits.

While Max, Lucas, and Erica are luring Vecna to the real Creel attic, Steve, Robin, and Nancy will creep into the Upside Down version and destroy his body. You, Eddie, and Dustin have to secure the Munson trailer and set up speakers so Eddie could distract the demobats. That’s all.

But you have other plans.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell Dustin in a hushed whisper while Eddie is fawning over his alternate dimension guitar. You dash out of the door, making your way to your own trailer–well, the Upside Down version of it, anyway.

“Wh-wha?” you hear Dustin stammering. “Dude, your girlfriend just ditched us!” He must be speaking to Eddie, though you can’t bring yourself to stick around and hear his response. No, you’re technically not his girlfriend; not his anything, really, but it would still be painful to hear the confirmation. Besides, you have a mission to complete.

You yank off the thin cloth covering your drumset. Slimy vines lay at the base, but have not yet wrapped around the kit itself. You breathe a sigh of relief for small miracles as you shove the drumsticks into your back pocket.

There’s no question what song Eddie will play; all you’ve heard the last week is Metallica’s Master of Puppets blaring from his side of the trailer park. The beat was imprinted in your head, which would now come in handy.

Piece by piece, you drag the bass, then the snare, and finally the cymbals outside. Now the real struggle remained: how to hoist them atop your trailer roof. It would be much easier if the guys could help you, but they’d only try to stop you if they knew. You mimic the makeshift entry to the Upside Down by tying your bedsheets around each part of the set, climbing to the roof and pulling them up. The sound of Eddie’s guitar reverberates through the park, still louder than the screeching bats in the distance.

“C’mon, pull yourself together” you mutter, hands shaking with fear. You hadn’t practiced the song much, insecure about the mysterious Guitar Guy knowing that you’d been listening to him play. It seemed so silly now; worrying about something so benign when there were terrifying things luring beneath the surface.

Eddie’s fingers fly over the strings, his face scrunched in concentration. Neither he nor Dustin have noticed you, and you’d like to keep it that way as long as possible. 

Two, three, four, you count yourself in, right as Eddie gets to the “Come crawling faster/Obey your master” part. You start softly, but the adrenaline kicks in and you soon find yourself playing as though your life depends on it–which, in this case, it might.

Dustin is the first to notice the additional noise. He audibly gasps when his binoculars land on you. “Eddie!” he cries out, desperate for the man’s attention. “Look!” Eddie’s gaze follows Dustin’s pointing finger.

“What the fuck?” he shouts, but he doesn’t stop playing. “She’s gonna get herself killed!” He glances up at the sky at the swarm of bats, headed towards the trailers.

Eddie turns to the curly-haired boy kneeling at his speakers and shouts as loudly as he can. “Turn it louder!” 

Dustin fiddles with the knob. “It doesn’t go any louder!” he yells back. He puts the binoculars back to his eyes. “T-minus thirty!” he announces, holding up three fingers on one hand and making a 0 with the other. 

Eddie acknowledges this with a nod. There’s a pit in his stomach when he realizes that you’re unaware of the countdown to impending doom. 

“T-minus twenty!” Dustin waves his arms frantically to get your attention, but you’re engrossed in the music. The bat shrieks get louder as they zigzag between the dark clouds. Eddie’s fingers are flying across the guitar, strings digging into the pads of his fingers as he plays as loudly as he can. Dustin gives the ten-second warning, biting his lips nervously.

You and Eddie finish the song simultaneously; he and Dustin waste no time leaping off of the roof. “Y/N, let’s go, let’s go, LET’S GO!” Eddie screams, waving you over. You steady yourself as you jump off your own roof, but unlike the boys, you land awkwardly and feel your right ankle give out underneath you.   

“Fuck!” you hiss. You try to walk on it, but you just stumble to the ground. “Eddie! Dustin! HELP!” You’re shouting into the void; both of them are already at the rope.

“Where is she?” Eddie mutters as he holds the rope steady for Dustin. “Henderson, she’s not here yet!”

“She’ll be here,” Dustin reassures his friend as he flings himself into the real Hawkins. “She was a few trailers behind us, remember?”

Eddie shakes his head. “No, no, it’s been too long. She should’ve gotten here by now.” He swivels around at the sound of your voice begging for help. “I gotta go.” Ignoring Dustin’s protests, Eddie grabs his makeshift shield and runs as fast as he can. His heart pounds against his chest as his boots hit the ground, thudding across the damp grass. Your ear-piercing scream makes his blood run cold, and he sprints faster.

But the worst part isn’t your scream. It’s the silence that follows.

Eddie gets to your side just as the demobats fall down, crashing onto the dirt clumsily. They look so unassuming and docile, a stark contrast from their ferociousness just moments ago. His eyes immediately land on your torso, marred and bloodied.

“Oh, no,” he murmurs as he kneels down, hands turning sticky and crimson as soon as he touches you. “No, no, no. Y/N…Y/N, you gotta stay with me.”

“Eddie,” you croak, choking out your words. “Is it bad?”

“‘S gonna be fine, sweetheart.” His voice is brave, but the fear in his eyes give him away. He removes the black bandana from his head and wraps it around your ribs in an attempt at a tourniquet. You grimace at the pressure against your open wounds. “What were you thinking?”

“W-wanted to b-be a hero,” you stutter, offering him as much of a smile as you can. You can feel the blood trickle from your lips and down your chin. “Th-this is g-gonna be your y-year, right?”

His heart sinks. Huddled in the boathouse together, you two had quickly begun trading stories. He told you about how his parents split when he was nine, leaving Wayne as his guardian; you confided that your mom had no clue who your dad even was. When you’d mentioned wanting to pursue a career in nursing, but not being able to pay for courses, he’d confessed that he was on his third go-around at senior year.

“But this’ll be it,” he’d stated confidently, hunched over in the lifeboat. “It’s my year, baby. ‘86!”

“Yeah,” he smiles forlornly back at you. “Yeah, it is. But I want you to be here, too.” 

You reach a hand out to his tear-stained cheek, using what little energy you have to rub your thumb over it. “How d’you l-look so cute even when you’re c-crying?” Your laugh is cut short by a choking fit.

“Save your strength, darlin’.” he tells you, but he knows that you’re far too injured for his advice to matter.

Dustin runs over now, taking one look at the situation and groaning. 

“Eddie, is she–”

“She’s gonna be fine,” Eddie interrupts, a pointed look on his face telling the boy to be quiet. “You’re gonna be fine, okay?” he says, turning to you.

“Mhm,” you manage, “just gonna rest for a sec…” Eddie and Dustin watch as a stillness creeps over your body, and you take your final breath. They stand there for a few minutes, unable to move.

Dustin is the one to break the silence. “C’mon, Eddie,” he pulls gently on his friend’s sleeve. “We gotta get going, get ready for the next phase.”

“Just a second.” Eddie unlatches the guitar pick chain  from around his neck and puts it on yours. He presses on his knees as he stands up, admiring your beauty even in death.

The two of them slowly walk back to the trailer, side by side. Eddie swings an arm around Dustin, pulling him in close.

“I think I loved her, dude,” he whispers, expecting Dustin to roll his eyes or tease him, but the boy just gives him a hug.

“I think she loved you, too,” he replies softly, “actually, I know she did.”

Eddie turns back to take one last look at the realm that claimed the girl of his dreams before ascending the rope.

“Gonna make ‘86 my year, baby. Just for you.”

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[simkaswriting]

Fake Christmas-(Steve Rogers)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Fluff, Christmas

Summary: What happens when Steve agrees to be (Y/N)’s fake boyfriend for her family’s Christmas dinner?

A/N: Wow, my first fanfiction in almost three years. Thank you uni for draining my creative spirit lol. But here’s a piece I’ve been writing on and off since last Christmas, hence the theme ;) As always, please reblog or leave a comment if you enjoy the fic :)

Twenty minutes. Twenty painfully long minutes is how long I’ve been toying with my phone, contemplating how to reply to my moms long anticipated text. Mind running 20 miles an hour, trying to scramble for any half-plausible excuse to relieve myself of the yearly family gathering, something which I haven’t managed to successfully do to date. It isn’t because I don’t want to see my family over the Christmas period, but rather because they expect me to bring them a boyfriend, and when I inadvertently fail every year, they never seem to back down from discussing all of my possible shortcomings. And at this point, it’s getting tiring.

Interrupting my useless thought process, Steve’s grumble echoes throughout the large living room, no doubt unhappy with one of the players in the football game he’s watching on Tony’s state of the art TV. Ever the avid fan of the Patriots, perhaps to an extent that may verge on unhealthy. But I am not one to judge, considering the countless arguments Bucky and I have gotten in over old movies. Hands behind his head and feet taking up the whole sofa, he mumbles under his breath every time something goes wrong with his team.

Ever since I joined the Avengers two years ago due to my only slightly annoying element-sensitive powers, the two of us have gotten along like a house on fire. His borderline indestructibility has made him one of my only options for sparing partners given my occasional accidental burning through hand pads, something Natasha still brings up to this day. So, Steve has become my go to sparring partner, and through the hours of intense training, the two of us have slowly grown closer over time. Before I knew it, the sparring grew to cool down sessions, to walks, to drinks, to hanging out in each other’s bedrooms until ungodly hours. And now, Steve has become someone I know I can rely on, someone who I can share my worries and nightmares with, a comfort I didn’t know I needed. A royal pain in my ass too though, but purely because his stupid face and stupid voice and stupid charm has been the only thing occupying my mind lately, to a fault.

Setting my phone down with a dejected sigh, I slowly rise from the corner armchair obscured by a comically large fake plant Pepper no doubt chose. I set my sights on the kettle and tea box, needing some calming herbs to help me think clearer. A nice steaming cup of tea has never failed me before.

“Steve, do you want tea?” I call over to the super soldier who’s somehow managed to occupy the entirety of the L-shaped couch with his enhanced frame, to absolutely nobody’s surprise.

He lazily shifts his gaze from the TV to me, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Almost apologetically, he nods. “That would be lovely (Y/N), thank you. If you wait a few minutes I can help, but we’re in the last quarter now. It’s all or nothing now.”

I grin back at him. “It’s alright, go Patriots.”

This earns me a beaming smile and a fist in the air from the Captain.

I busy myself making us tea, a chamomile blend for me and blackberry for him, and think of some more excuses while the kettle boils. Chicken pox? Too worrying. Work emergency? Not severe enough. Sudden ruptured gallbladder? They would insist on coming to see me. With a small frown, I pour the water into our mugs and place it down on the table in front of Steve just as the game draws to a close. Judging by his smile, the Patriots did indeed win. Which spells good news for the whole team, as his good mood will no doubt reflect on the training sessions, which are about to become a lot less severe. My muscles silently thank the Patriots.  

“You seem to be my lucky charm.” He grins as he takes his mug and takes a small sip, the games highlights now being played. Not finding it particularly interesting, I stand by his seat with a small blush and contemplate some more half-hearted excuses to feed my family.

After a few minutes of silence, highlights seemingly forgotten, Steve frowns up at me and sits up properly, freeing up a part of the sofa which he pats for me to sit on. “Are you alright?”

Sighing, I sit down next to him, heart a little unsteady at the lack of space between us.

“Yeah, mom’s hounding me for the Christmas dinner this weekend. She won’t take no for an answer.” I huff, knowing fine well I sound like a sulking child. 

At this, Steve’s gaze shifts from curious to concerned so fast it almost startles me.

“Why don’t you want to go? I thought you were on good terms with your parents.” His voice is laced with worry, as if this conversation is his biggest current worry, which is sweet in its own way.

I nod, contemplating whether or not I want to share my yearly experiences of seemingly never-ending teasing. But if anyone has understood my struggle with relationships, it’s Steve. “I am, but when the whole family gathers together for Christmas, it feels like an event designed specifically to tease me about my lack of a boyfriend. It’s just gotten old now. I was so desperate last year, that I offered to pay Thor to pretend to be my boyfriend just to get them off my back. But he unfortunately wasn’t having it.” I chuckle at the memory of a flustered God of Thunder, and how that was the first time I ever heart him struggle with his words.

Steve nods along, running his hand through his hair, something he often does when he’s thinking. It’s a habit he’s had for as long as I can remember, a cute one at that, especially when his shirt rises a little and exposes a sliver of his tones stomach. It definitely beats the nail biting both Bruce and Clint are so fond of.

“That bad?”

I look at his raised eyebrows and solemnly nod. Unfortunately, yes, that bad.

Looking at me, a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. Slowly he faces me, his tea somehow already finished. “Call me crazy, but you gave me an idea, so hear me out.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “Okay, go on.” Curious and mildly scared of what idea he could possibly have; I take another sip of my tea.

“I can pretend to be boyfriend to stave off your family, and you don’t even have to pay me. I’ll do it for your mom’s Christmas cookies you always talk about.”

The tea seems to go down the wrong tube, my throat not agreeing with the combination of the hot liquid and Steve’s out of pocket proposal. For a few seconds I sputter and cough, trying to wrap my head around what he said. Patriotic, Mr American Values Steve Rogers, wants to willingly lie to my entire family and pretend to be my boyfriend just to help me out and save me from embarrassment?

“Oh no, breathe. Breathe, (Y/N).” Steve takes the cup from my hands and gently places it on the table and starts rubbing soothing circles on my back.

After a few seconds, I calm down enough to look at him without going into another coughing fit. 

“Are you sure about this one, Cap?” I question, obvious doubt clouding my voice, only because I know how my family can get. And how easily embarrassed Steve is sometimes. And how much I actually like the man in front of me despite nights spent convincing myself otherwise. It could be a recipe for disaster, especially since he is the one and only Captain America.

“Yes, of course. I reckon it could even be quite fun.” He shrugs and cracks one of his signature smiles that makes my heart do somersaults. 

 Taking a moment to really consider it, I weigh up my options. My family would definitely stop pestering me if I brought home the one and only Captain America, national hero and the original gentleman. They would no doubt love him. Plus, it could potentially be fun. However, long term it isn’t doable. But beggars can’t be choosers, so I mentally kick myself for agreeing.

“I hate how little convincing you’ve had to do. But sure, what could go wrong.”

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Steve pulls up outside of the lake house, parking his car in the row of Jeeps and Hummers already occupying the small car park, all dusted with tufts of snow. His American classic, that probably cost more to repair than it’s worth, sticks out like a sore thumb. “If this is what CEO’s and doctors can afford, I think it’s time I reconsider my career path.” Steve mutters under his breath, gawking at the expensive cars surrounding him. He’s shown an interest in cars and bikes since the early days, or so Bucky said. Maybe this could be some common ground for conversation once the starstruck awe subsides.

I glance at Steve whose eyes are full of child-like glee as his neck cranes to get a better look at my uncles Rolls-Royce Phantom. He really looks like a child on Christmas morning. And not just because of the hideous Christmas jumper he let me force onto him.

Just as I begin to think that I might ask him to turn the car around and leave, because dear God is this whole plan crazy, Steve pulls the keys out of the ignition and opens his door. The bastard probably knew my train of thought and wasn’t going to give me an easy out. But then again, he always seems to have an inkling of what I’m thinking. And we did drive three hours to get here

He walks around to my side of the car and opens the door for me with an encouraging smile, offering his hand to me like the gentleman he is. I take it, noticing how warm and steady it is compared to mine, almost as if he’s not worried about the next few hours ahead in the slightest. Not worried about tarnishing his God-like reputation or lying to my whole family. My stomach flips from the feel of his hand in mine as we slowly walk towards the lake house.

“You’re fine, remember to breathe. Just pretend this is one of our normal undercover missions, like the one we pulled off in Amsterdam in January.” Steve smiles at me reassuringly. Despite appreciating his reassurance, I can’t quite feel like the situation in Amsterdam was nowhere near as dangerous as this one. Amsterdam wasn’t quite the fake boyfriend and girlfriend scenario we’re going for here. It’s ironic, because it’s usually the guy that’s shitting bricks when it comes to meeting the parents, not the girl bringing him home.

Taking a few deep breaths which don’t work to calm my nerves in the slightest, my voice wavers with uncertainty. “You’re right, we went over the story like a million times. We’ll be fine, right?”

The two of us walk up the large wooden stairs towards the glass door, his hand giving mine a reassuring squeeze. The two of us spent hours coming up with a plausible backstory for our ‘relationship’ over the last few days, to Bucky’s and Nat’s immense amusement. We both know what to do, what to say, and how to act to make this the most believable fake relationship possible. It really is almost like a mission. So why does my stomach feel so light?

Steve rubs his thumb over my knuckles, as if reminding me that everything will turn out fine. The action brings my attention back to our intertwined hands and I can do absolutely nothing to stop the blush creeping up to my cheeks.

Before I have the chance to gather my nerves and knock on the door, a silhouette appears behind the stained glass door and swings it open, revealing my slightly dishevelled aunt Janice in an awful Christmas sweater rivalling the hideousness of Steve’s and my own one. Her hand clutches a half-empty glass of amber liquid which I assume is whiskey, as she takes another sip before pulling me into a bone crushing hug. The smell of cigarette smoke stings my nostrils in a nostalgic way.

Pulling away, I notice her eyes are already slightly glazed over as she looks me up and down with approval. Glass balanced on her ring and pinkie finger, she holds me at arm’s length, appearing genuinely delighted to see me. “I’m so happy you made it! Your mom persisted you were very taken with work but look at you! You’re here!” A smile of my own works its way to my lips, her drunken happiness contagious. My aunt has always been my personal favourite.

As she lets go, her attention shifts over to Steve. “And who might this be?”

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise of their own will as I follow her gaze to the tall man next to me. Does she not recognise him? Captain America himself?

Steve smiles politely and tugs me closer to his side. “This is the boyfriend, ma’am. Steve Rogers, a pleasure to meet you.” He extends his hand out for a handshake, polite as ever. But instead, to my surprise, Janice envelops him in a hug of his own with a delighted squeal. I watch to make sure the contents of her glass don’t end up on Steve’s sweater.

“Believe me, the pleasure is all mine.” She laughs as she lets go of Steve and opens the door a little wider. The smell of spices and warmth that flow out makes my stomach burn with nostalgia. “Come, let’s introduce you to the rest of the family, they don’t bite. Well, maybe Coconut. But I wouldn’t worry about her.”

As we walk through the threshold, Steve gives me a questioning look as my aunt rushes into the living room. No doubt excited to inform the cohort that the last unmarried member of the family that’s of age finally brought someone home to the family.

Hanging mu jacket up on the coathanger by the door, I just nod to the small white Dachshund curled up at the bottom of the staircase, barely registering us. “That’s Coconut. She’s known to bite a few ankles here and there.” Vicious creature.

Putting on the bravest smile I can muster, and with a reassuring smile from Steve, we head to meet the rest of the family, chickens entering the wolves den. I hold Steve’s hand tightly in mine, so tight it might cause the average man pain, But not-

“Captain America!” A chorus of excited yells surrounds us as my nieces and nephews rush at the man standing next to me. Their eyes wide in awe, and I don’t blame them. Steve is truly incredible.

Steve chuckles and bends down to high-five the army of five starstruck kids, this no doubt being better than any Christmas present they’ll receive. The youngest, Adam, asks if Steve brought his shield with wide doe eyes only children are capable of, to which Steve promises him he will bring it next time. Despite the empty promise, seeing the way he’s interacting with the kids sets my heart into overdrive, and I have to force myself to stop ogling the incredible man next to me, despite the sight being the cutest I’ve ever witnessed.

Instead, I look across the room at mom and dad, who both wear shocked expressions, their previous conversation forgotten. A quick glance around the room confirms that everyone is indeed gaping at the embodiment of patriotism I brought along.

Once Steve’s sure the kids are happy with the answers to their seemingly never ending questions, he stands back up and haphazardly wraps an arm around my waist, smiling at the people gathered in the large room with one of his signature charming and disarming smiles.

With a small breath to calm my crazy nerves, I also smile at my family. “Family, this is Steve. My boyfriend.” I gently pull his hand from my waist and intertwine my fingers with his as if it were the most natural thing to us. “Though you probably know him better as Captain America.”

My parents both eagerly shoot out of their seats and rush to Steve and I, looks of awe that could easily compete with the kids plastered across their faces. Dad immediately begins to shake Steve’s hand with a wide smile, and I swear he’s holding back from physically vibrating with excitement. “It’s an incredible honour to meet you, Captain.”

I silently thank that Steve is used to these types of reactions.

Mom gives me a quick welcoming hug but her attention is painfully clearly on the handsome man I brought along with me.

“Likewise, Sir. Please, call me Steve.” 

Mom leans a little closer and whispers. “You did good.” There isn’t any doubt whether or not she approves of Steve, who most likely heard her. It isn’t every day your child brings home a legendary super soldier. This may even make up for previous years of disappointment, where she would sigh dramatically every few minutes to remind me how I’d disappointed her.

And I fully agree with her. I can’t even begin to imagine anyone else standing next to me, holding my hand, faking this relationship with me. Nobody could possibly be up for this, as Thor showcased, and I don’t believe I’d feel this comfortable around another person. I don’t even have to think about it very hard, but Steve could very well be the perfect man, and I can’t lie to myself that some deeply buried part of me isn’t sad that this is all just a charade. But I push that thought to the back of my mind and instead turn my focus to the job at hand.

The two of us make our rounds until he’s met everyone, with my grandad being the most excited to have met him. And I’m pretty sure that if I don’t bring him along with me to the next family Christmas, I’ll be getting disowned and written out of 20 different wills. Much to their disappointment, I have a feeling this is a one-off favour that he won’t want to keep up.

“Dinner is getting served, please head to the table.” My gran calls from the doorway to the kitchen, and we all simultaneously make our way into the newly renovated dining room. To my surprise, the ceiling has been replaced from brick to glass, white now thanks to the snow. The room itself has been extended to accommodate our ever-growing family.

Steve pulls out the chair for me with a small smile, and I take a seat with flushed cheeks, which to my horror burn brighter when he places a gentle kiss on one of them as he sits down.

He turns to face me with the softest smile, amusement dancing in his blue eyes. “You okay darling?”

I blink once, twice, three times before I can muster a simple ‘yes honey’ in return. Despite the attention on us, nobody seems to pick up on the strangeness of my behaviour. And I internally curse at myself for letting him catch me off guard like this.

The next few minutes are full of everyone getting settled in and food being distributed around. I have to hide my smile when I hear a few of my relatives quietly bicker over who gets to sit on Steve’s other side while he innocently discusses classic cards with my dad and uncles.

Once everyone’s settled down and eating away, I bite my lip nervously as the questions start pouring in from all sides, like an interrogation.

“How did you two meet? And when?” Comes from my cousin, her eyes devouring every inch of Steve as if her were a gazelle and she was on the hunt. And I really can’t blame her, Steve is insanely attractive by any standard, and even those without any taste couldn’t disagree. Instinctively, I take a hold of his hand and smile sweetly at him, a foul acid burning deep in my stomach at the thought of her hands on him. My heart continues hammering against my chest as if trying to escape, but this time it’s not because this charade is making me nervous. It’s because of him.

Steve takes a small drink from his glass of what I assume is whiskey and launches into our well-practiced story.

“It was around nine months ago. I was out for my morning run and we happened to bump into each other. She didn’t recognise me at first, which I was thankful for, at least I knew her initial interest came from an honest place, and not just because I’m Captain America. Now though, I’m not so sure.” His soft smiles slowly turns teasing, and I nudge his shoulder playfully, hoping my blush isn’t too noticeable. Even though we practiced out story, nothing could have prepared me for the physical touch that came along with it.

“Wow Steve, and here I was thinking I’ve been sly about it all this time.”

Laughter echoes around the dining room, and my nephews launch into 101 questions, mainly focusing on how fast he can run, and if he can beat the Flash. And having had the pleasure to watch Steve train, and once stupidly challenging him, I’m beyond aware of his full capabilities. He lightly squeezes my hand before letting go and tucking into the plate of food before him like a man possessed. I have to bite into some potatoes to keep my laughter contained.

“Nine months? And why am I only hearing about this now?” Mom’s eyes wide like saucers burn holes through me, voice shrill, as I fight the urge to avert my gaze.

“I’m sorry! We just wanted to make sure what we have is solid and that our schedules wouldn’t clash too much. You do know his whole gig is sort of saving the world? And God, let’s not even mention the publicity that’s heading our way once we go public.” I rush out, throwing my hands up and gesturing wildly, hoping that will somehow help communicate my point across.

Steve chuckles next to me, eyes warm and comforting on me, those angelic blue eyes that hold the power to render me speechless and burn scorching holes through me. The familiar flutter of butterflies in my stomach disrupts my trance.

“That’s true, just imagine the headlines. ’97 year old Captain America catches himself a girl born seven decades after him’, or maybe ‘Captain America can’t find anyone his own age to date’. Better yet, ‘award for oldest cougar in the world goes to Steve Rogers’. It’ll be rather amusing that’s for sure, but far from easy.” I smile at Steve as he speaks and roll my eyes at his creativity. The family seems amused, while some of the younger kids ask to their parents horror what a cougar is. Perhaps working for the New York Times was his true calling, with his expert avoidance of the word paedophile. Though some part of me worries that a few months from now when my relatives begin asking where such headlines are, I’ll be forced to come clean.

I take a sip from my glass and continue gently smiling at Steve, though this time it isn’t forced for our performance’s sake. No, this time it’s a real smile. Because the man next to me truly is incredible. He’s seen me at my lowest when Pietro died, or when my dog went missing only to resurface with his head missing as a threat from one of our many enemies. And in turn I was there when he so desperately tried proving Bucky’s innocence against the wishes of the mighty Tony Stark himself. But he was also the one to hug me first when I got my PhD, and I was the first person he lent his infamous shield to for a long mission. And through the turmoil and good times, we’ve come out stronger than ever, with newfound strength and closeness. And a different kind of love on my behalf. I would walk through Hell and back for him, and I have no doubts he would do the same.

Grandma smiles from behind her glass of white wine, and I swear I can see the shadows of devil horns take form. “So Steve, what are your intentions with my little (Y/N)?”

My breath catches in my throat. We didn’t rehearse this question, stupidely. Why didn’t we think to cover this base? I force myself to swallow the delicious food and begin to shake my head. “Okay Gran, that’s not-“

Before I have the chance to try and stop the train collision about to happen, Steve interrupts me, perhaps for the first time since I met him.

“I’m glad you asked. It has only been nine months. However we have discussed what the future holds for us, and as long as (Y/N) still wants me around, then ring shopping definitely isn’t out of the question.” Steve sends me a cheeky wink, softly brushing his thumb over my knee to ease some of my tension, not knowing that the touch of his skin on mine is throwing me into a frenzy.

“In my decades-spanning life, I have never met a woman so passionate and determined, not only in her personal life but in her career too. She knows what she wants and goes for it without asking permission of anyone. Waking up next to her every morning really makes the 66 years I spent under the ice worth it, almost like fate. Every day I look at her and fall deeper in love, and who could really blame me. She makes me feel like the luckiest man alive, which I no doubt am. Not every woman would sit through a Patriots game just to make their partner happy.”

It takes all of my goddamn self-control, of which there isn’t a lot, to keep my jaw firmly attached and away from hitting the table. Self-control that multiple people at the table don’t see to quite possess. The sudden dryness in my throat forces a cough out of me, and I desperately hope my attempt and playing it off as a laugh at his Patriots joke is believable. But the cruel reality is that my heart is hammering against my chest faster than Steve can run, and my palms are as wet as my throat wishes it was. How did he come up with this on the spot and deliver it so effortlessly? Almost too smoothly. We didn’t rehearse this. What am I going to do next year when he doesn’t show up to the Christmas dinner with me? Keep the lie going and tell them he’s on some top-secret mission, or be forced to come clean when he finds a woman for himself? Despite it feeling like he was speaking from the heart, I have to convince myself it isn’t true. Because there sure isn’t an ounce of truth to what he said.

Steve smiles at my gran, sweet as honey, before pulling me closer and placing a soft kiss on my forehead. My heart, not heading for a cardiac arrest, skips a beat at his sudden burst of affection. But I can’t deny I love the contact, and I don’t try to stop the smile fighting its way onto my face.

There’s a brief moment of silence, before the sound of cooing attacks us from every direction. My mother actually has tears in her eyes, and I have to bite my lip to keep my own at bay, if only after seeing hers. But if anything, his lovely speech and the reactions of my loved ones reminds me of our actual relationship; two close friends, nothing less, nothing more. And it leaves an unpleasant pit in my stomach.

The poor guy barely has time to swallow, and the others to recover, before Aunt Janice takes another drink of the auburn liquid in her glass and waves her hand frantically for attention. Now that I think about it, an online ad for a fake boyfriend probably would have been less stressful.

A playful look on her face, Janice winks at him. “Your alcohol tolerance, soldier? What do ya say to an old-fashioned drinking game?”

My eyes widen instantly at her proposition. Does she realise that Steve is a superhuman? An enhanced soldier? Scientifically altered to be the perfect man. A man who could drink Asgards alcohol of the gods with no effect?

“You might not want to do that, ma’am.” Steve looks at her with amused eyes and smiles shyly, obviously not wanting to offend her, but also trying to put her off one of the bigger mistakes of her life. 

I nod furiously in agreement. “Please don’t, that’s not a good idea. A really bad one actually.”

“I’m just saying, I don’t believe everything the media say. Your tolerance is surely not that high?” She presses, and I recognise that she’s one step away from pulling out a bottle of Jack for each of them. But thankfully, my grandmother chimes in, chastising her daughter.

“Janice leave the poor man alone, alcohol only lowers potency and I want to spoil my grandchildren next Christmas.”

I just about choke on my own saliva, as does my dad.

“Mom please, they need to get married first and move in together before trying for a family.” My mom shakes her head at grandma in disproval, to which grandma rolls her eyes and swats my moms hand off her shoulder, before once again setting her sights on me and Steve.

“When I was your age, Janice and Clyde were already crawling around and I was expecting with your aunt Angie. You two have a lot of catching up to do.” 

I look at Steve, for reassurance or some solace, I’m not sure, but he looks more amused than worried.

“I understand ma’am. I was born during an era where you were expected to marry, settle, and have children within months of knowing one another, and at a very young age. Today’s culture did come as a shock to me.”

Before Steve has a chance to promise great grandchildren and a wedding, I slide out of my seat and take Steve’s hand in mine.

“Actually, Steve honey come help me get the presents from the car? Sorry, I only just remembered we forgot to bring them in with us.” I shoot an apologetic smile to mom and discreetly nudge him, which he thankfully takes as a hint and also stands up. I can see Mom gearing up to protest, but I just smile and pull him out of the room, right out of the front door, not bothering to take our jackets. I feel like another layer on my already flushed skin would only worsen my state.

The fresh air hits me like a beautiful slap in the face that I whole-heartedly welcome. I bask in the cold breeze for a few seconds. It does wonders calming my rampant thoughts. And the slow snowfall around me only helps more.

“See now I agree with your mom, I was also thinking marriage, house, children is a good order to do things in. I’m glad some old ideals still live in todays society.” Steve quips, his tone oozing mirth. My steely glare does nothing to stop his infections smile.

“Don’t you dare encourage them or so God help me I’ll have Stark confiscate your shield from you. This, we, aren’t real and I don’t need them getting attached to you when they’ll only ever see you on TV again.” My hands take on a life of their own as I throw them around wildly to try emphasise what I’m saying, and just how serious of a conversation this is gearing up to be. As soon as the words leave my mouth though, they feel too harsh. Wrong, even. This is a fake relationship, but it feels wrong. The lake to our left unsettles, waves on an otherwise motionless pool of water rising higher and higher, my emotions clearly affecting my powers.  

His hand wraps around my clenched fist and softly begins to rub soothing circles on my knuckles, calming me down, lowering the unnatural wall of water. Looking into his eyes I don’t see the amusement I heard in his tone though, and it throws me. 

“(Y/N)....” Steve glances at our intertwined hands for a few seconds. My name hangs in the air as his other hand combs through his hair. The nervous habit. We stand in silence for a few seconds as the pit in my stomach grows darker and deeper. For a reason unbeknown to me, I feel unease. Foreboding. 

“(Y/N) you make me want things I can’t have.” Steve’s smile is a sad one, and it hurts me to see. But what does he mean? Is it my family since he doesn’t have his own one?

“Steve I... What?” 

My mind runs rampant and wild with no signs of stopping. Where is this coming from? What brought this on? 

Looking at our hands something clicks. Could he possibly be talking about us? It’s an absurd thought that I already know is wrong, yet the tingle in my stomach is persistent. Could it be? I look up at him, his soft blue eyes, and dare to hope. ”Who says you can’t?”

His eyes shoot up to mine. They search my own ones for something, anything, that might give him the idea I’m joking. I fight the urge to look away, not because I’m uncomfortable though. Purely because the intensity he’s looking at me with flares up my cheeks. His eyes flicker with defeat.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, (Y/N). Training, missions, falling asleep... Normal daily activities and I can’t commit to them. I can’t do it. I just can’t, you’re always on my mind.” His voice is low with a tinge of defeat as his thumb continues to draw circles on my knuckles.

“Buck told me to either snap out of it or grow a pair. But how could I do this to you? Bind you in a relationship when I will outlive you? Outlive even our children? I can’t do that to someone I care for. Someone I... I refuse.” His brows furrow more and more until there’s a deep shadow over his eyes. His beautiful, troubled eyes.

The words hang between us, heavy, yet relieving, almost freeing. Hopeful despite the content of them. The heat drains from my face as his words really register in my mind. Does he love me? Is he consumed by love the way I am? Has he felt this way since the first time we met, or only more recently? Does anyone else know? Does he seriously think that this decision is only up to him? Questions fly around my head, dizzying me, ones I desperately want answers to, but that can wait. His eyes haven’t budged from our hands. I can’t read him. But I have to say something. I have to for the sake of my sanity, and our relationship, whatever that may be after his declaration.

“Steve this isn’t just your choice anymore. I understand what you mean but dear God, with this logic you’re destined to live a lonely life. A long, lonely life, when you could be happy. We could be happy.” I take a step closer to him, our faces inches apart. My desperate eyes search his face for any sign of agreement, any sign that his selfless act is dissipating. He sighs and begins to shake his head no, but the cracks are there, just beneath the surface. I just need to press harder.

“Do it, take a chance. I’m begging you, Steve. You don’t want to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been. I want this, you, us. I want the things you fed my family in there. With you.” The crack in my voice betrays my confident bravado as I begin to feel the desperation. He has to say yes. He has to. There is no way we could go back to the way we were before, not with these revelations now out in the open. 

Steve gently smiles down at me, meeting my eyes with a soft look that melts my heart. I hold his unwavering stare, but the corners of my vision begin to slightly blur from the tears of desperation.

His free hand reaches up to caress my cheek and jaw. I lean into his touch like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Our breaths come out in short puffs of white clouds as the silence stretches out. I have to do it. Now or never.

I stretch up and before I can back out or my heart palpitations succeed in giving me a heart attack, I press my lips against his. 

The exact moment our lips touch, two things happen simultaneously. First, Steve wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him with a soft groan, which threatens to stop my heart beating right on the spot. Second, the snow around us intensifies from a mere dusting to a ferocious fall that has us both grinning into the kiss like two lovesick idiots. 

I don’t care for his stubble as his lips feel so soft moving against mine, tasting vaguely of alcohol and mints and that odd combination of things I can’t put my finger on that scream Steve. My fingers weave themselves into the hair at the nape of his neck. I can tell he’s being a gentleman and holding back, and I don’t push him. There’s plenty of time for that. 

He breaks away from the kiss, gently resting his forehead against mine as our breaths almost drown out the sudden storm my excitement caused. His voice is soft, and I have to strain to hear him. 

“I love you (Y/N).”

I don’t even try to stop the smile spreading across my lips at those words. I’ve been wanting, no yearning, to hear those words from him for years. Hoping that amidst the heat of battle he’d shout them to me in fear that we won’t live to see each other again. That perhaps at one of Tony’s extravagant parties, he would find his way to me and whisper the words only for me to hear. But this somehow feels right. The two of us at my family’s lake house, acting as fake boyfriend and girlfriend in a desperate bid to save my sanity and reputation. Waiting this long has been worth it.

“I love you too, Steve.”

We’re both stand in the snowfall for a few minutes, grinning at each other like idiots. Relishing in the words we've both been silently begging to hear.

“Let’s head back before you grandmother starts picking out baby names.” 

Hand in hand, the two of us head back inside to face my family once again, however this time it’s different. This time we don’t have to pretend.

[queenoftheworldisdead]

Home coming 4

Summery: Slow burn. You are forced to move back to your home town due to the pandemic.  When your high school tormentors return to remind you why you never  wanted to come back. This gets darker as it goes. I’m not a good writer folks sorry.

Warning: forced oral.

Dark Steve x Black Reader, Cop AU

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

You watched antsy as the text bubble animated then disappeared. The pause between Steve's text was strangely long. Making you wonder what could have stopped the normally persistent Steve. Not willing to wait in the car any longer you headed inside.

When you unlock the door of course Uncle Nick was on the couch very much annoyed. "You need to ask if your gonna borrow my truck."

"Sorry I went to the bank" it was a lie, but you knew he would never bug you about something like that.

"What happened to your face?" He shot up rushing over, fuming. "It was that fucking Steve wasn't it!" He examined your face, you pulled away when he tried to cup it.

Shit

You forgot to cover your face backup. "Unc... it wasn't Steve. I fell, tripped on something getting out of the truck. Damn thing is so high up off the ground."

By the look in his eye he wasn't buying it. You moved and pushed past him, you could her him cursing under his breath.

When you got to your old room you close the door. Leaning against it you took a deep breath.

*Buzz Buzz

Ripping the strap from your arms you throw it across the room. Your hearts pace quickened, the thought of that squad car from earlier containing Steve. What he might do if he knew what you were planning.

Pushing off the door you run to your closet. Tossing things around, looking through unopened boxes for your duffel. Your hands tremble as you search. When you hear the faint buzz again and curse.

You had to go to it. Turning around you stare at the purse again. Swallowing thickly as you approached it.

Unzipping the bag, you dip your hand inside, pulling it out. The screen lit up with his name.

MSG Steve: Come outside

Your heart felt like a hammer. The short text not giving any hint to what you would be walking into if you walked out that door. Texting him back you tell him to give you a minute.

Had he seen you?

Blinking away tears you try and collect yourself.

You wanted to avoid another confrontation from your Uncle so you decided to go out the back. Slipping out the room you close the door quietly. Walking with bare feet and shoes in hand gingerly on the old floor.

You peer past the archway to see him laser focused on the screen. Still on tip toes you walk into the kitchen and through the back door.

The yard was over grown, Nick's old car rusting and in pieces in the back. You put your shoes on and walked around the house.

When you saw the cop car your mind reeled. Was he going to arrest you for steeling? He knew you stole those tools. It was him.

Through the squad car window's the tent was so thick that Steve's features were barely eliminated by his cell phone. You wanted to run back to the house, board up the doors and hide, but you knew you couldn't.

Each step you took toward the car seemed heavier and heavier like a weight was drawing you down. When you finally approached it he looked away from his phone and up at you with a smirk.

He opened his door and towered over you. "Sorry have to go to work later, so I hope you like a man in uniform" he joked. His eyes burned on you. Twitching a bit when he finally noticed the damage.

Lacing his fingers with yours he said nothing as he led you to the other side of the squad car. He boxed around you on the car when you reached the passenger door giving you another once over. The last time he saw you like this you had fucked up and trusted the wrong person. He sucked in air before letting out a long sigh. You flinched when he lowered his hand down and opened the door. Still silent he watched you slid inside.

Your stomach sat in knots while he drove you. He kept his hands on the wheel. The controls and laptop on the dash made the cop car feel like an alien space ship to you. He kept his work radio low, the back and forth chit chat filling the quiet spaces.

Steve's presence was so overbearing even with him not touching you. You couldn't remember a time being in a car alone with him like this and he hadn't tried touching you in one way or another.

*Ring Ring

Steve shifted in his seat, pulling out his phone. Splitting his attention between the road and the screen. He didn’t answer it. You glanced over quickly to see him silence the phone and tuck it away.

Your head tilted toward the window as the trip trekked on. The scenery slowly changing as you passed. The little town of Yielding looked like it was just waking up. The traffic just starting to get busy.

"It's just me and you today." When he spoke it was even. Still no hint of what his mood could be.

When he turned to go the opposite way from the direction of his house, you got more worried.

"Um... Steve where are we going?" You somehow found the courage to ask just above a whisper. Your nails picking at the seat as you waited for a reply.

"It's a surprise" he said coolly.

It wasn't until he turned down a residential street that you realized where you were. The row of houses flooding you with memories. He had taken you to his parents house.

Slowing to a crawl he parked in the driveway. Steve got out of the car and you watched as he walked over to your door. Opening it he held out his hand for you to take. His hand was so warm when you took it, but that didn't stop your skin from prickling.

Hand in hand he walked up the cracked walk way, halting only to unlock the front door.

Following behind him, you noticed just as at your uncle's house how everything looked frozen in time.

"Mom you in here?"

You looked at him puzzled. He lied.

Dishes clanked from the kitchen. "Just a minute" his mother called out. When she walked out it looked like she had aged a bit since you last saw her. Her once platinum blonde hair now mixed with grey.

"Hey Ma look what the cat dragged in."

his arm wrapped around your shoulder bringing you into a side hug. The move made you stiffen and shift from his side uncomfortably.

*Ring Ring

"Oh my goodness!" She opened up her arms to you, embracing you. "Steve told me you were back in town." Apprehensively you rose your arms to hug her. In you peripheral going in his pocket likely silencing his phone again.

She pulled back and frowned at Steve, you crossed your arms and picked at your sleeve. "You should've told me you were swinging by."

"Are you hungry Sweetie? I have some coffee brewing and I can whip you up something."

"No thank you Mrs.Rogers." Stepping back from you turned to address her son. You looked away as they talked.

Above the old TV a family picture hung on the wall. The sight of his smiling father opened a boxed memory.

You were never a favorite guest when the patriarch was around. Your 'study sessions' at the Rogers home diminished greatly after one faithful night.

Steve's father busted through the bedroom door, to find you two entwined. It was the first time you saw fear on him. He was whiter than the sheets you two laid upon.

He yelled for his wife as you redressed quickly. Mr.Rogers dragged Steve to the living room. Even though Steve surely could take the older man he coward on the floor in a ball.

The one time in your life you watched the great Captain brought to his knees. It was as if he had turned back into that scrawny boy from Mrs. Peppers class. His mother and you watched on as the older man beat his son. You wished at that moment for it not to stop.

She gripped your shoulders, her nails dug into you. "They were just studying?" She had shouted at him over and over again.

You didn't care that the old man cursed you for being a 'nigger'. Bringing trash in the house as he called it. The cacophony of blows that rained down on Steve filled you with joy and you tried to hard press down the smile on your lips. Even when Steve's tearful eyes found you, you could not hide your delight.

"I'll be right back Ma." He told her before capturing your hand again. She nodded and waved you off with a smile as Steve led you.

Walking through the house until he landed at his childhood door. You accidentally squeezed his hand because of your anxiety. When he felt it he brought your hand to his lips and kissed it, trying to comfort you. Instead it gave the opposite affect.

Urging you to go inside once it opened. You went in alone.

"You stay put I need to talk to her for a minute."

He closed the door behind you and you listened to his foot falls disappear. You hear his phone going off again as he moved further away. Steve uniform making his presence heavy as he moved down the hall. You scanned the familiar surroundings. crossing your arms again you pick at your sleeve, even with him not in the room it was hard to escape the feel of him. There was never enough distance you could make.

Trophies mounted on the wall next to ribbons of all his athletic achievements, movie posters, his twin bed pressed against the wall. All a time capsule.

You heard music turn come on from somewhere in the house. A thing she always did to give you both privacy. The classic tunes making your stomach knot tighter. Steve opened the door to find you unmoved. He closed the door behind himself.

"Do you know why I started dating Peggy?" He paused, his back pressed to the door. You couldn't face him. Walking around to face you he lifted your head with one finger, you were already crying.

"To find ways to make you fall for me, for you to love me." He looked at you so endearingly wiping a tear away with his other hand. You hiss when his thumb dragged across your bruised cheek.

*Ring Ring

The phone broke his train of thought. You could feel his agitation grow. Steve sighed dropping his hand, the vein on the side of his head started to become more prominent. He didn’t silence it, just letting it ring out before he started again.

"Bucky...I didn't tell him to do that." 

You didn't believe him. "I'm sorry I didn't think he would lash out on you. I’ll talk to him..." When his hand rested at the hip of his holstered gun your trembling intensified. 

“Get in position.” His request was soft, but it still made you break down harder.

There was no point in begging. Sobbing, you step back and get in the middle of the room.

"No...not like that...get on the bed. I need to show you how sorry I am."

"Pleas Steve there is nothing to apologize for." You assured him. It was a rare occasion when Steve wanted to 'apologize', and you never looked forward to the endeavor.

His face turned cold. His lips a hard line. It felt as if Steve had sucked the air out of the room. You felt the wetness from your cheek travel down your neck, sniffing repeatedly. You walked backwards, wiping away tears until you bumped into the mattress.

The bed dipped and squeaked as you lowered yourself on to it. Scooting back enough until your knees hung over the bed and your feet on the frame. Your legs splayed on the bed, then laying your back flat on the mattress. Steve only stood and watched, his dark uniform made him much more menacing.

He was unmoved by the puffiness of your face and red teary eyes.

You kept your clothes on, he preferred it that way. Steve felt like you shouldn't have to lift a finger when he needed to atone.

"Steve.." You spoke out softly. "It's not your fault..please"  you sniffed. Steve walked over to the bed, his badge twinkled as he approached.

Hiccups started the instant his hand fell on your jeans. Closing your eyes tears fell from each side, the salty water getting into your ear. The sound of his clothes crinkled as he half bent over you. The bedding wrinkled in your hands as you gripped it.

Steve’s palms pressed into your belly as he unfasten your pants. His fingers felt as if they burned your skin as Steve hooked his hands on the waist. Pealing them down slow,  taking your panties with them, making sure that your entire lower half was bear for him.

"I need to show you..." Steve's voice went low and you locked your ankles. "How sorry I am for not being there to stop him." Steve lowered and knelt on his knees.

"I forgive you please" your eyes shoot open when he palms both your knees. You tried to keep your focus anywhere, but him.

Steve's hands moved your knees apart, your ankles unlaced with ease. You tried to control your breathing, the hiccups fell with every exhale. All you could do was stare at the blurry ceiling. Steve's weight pressed into your thigh when he came face to face with your sex.

Steve’s arms wrapped around from the back of your legs. Locking you in place, his hair tickled your thigh the closer he got to your mound.

"Forgive me." He softly pleaded with you. Pecking down your inner thigh each time. Your legs tense hard at the contact.

"Stop I forgive you please stop" your shaky voice was so small when you felt his breath on your skin. You felt his lips part, taking your folds into his mouth and then pulling off slow to release.

“Mmm...”

"I'm sorry" Steve spoke softly before he began again. You felt every word as he talked into your lips. Every syllable driving sensual a moan from you. Steve's teeth grazed your folds until he moved to play with your clit, taking it between his teeth.

"Please..." His tongue plunged deep, curling and swirling.  Steve's nose grazed your clit as he swirled around, the touch electrifying you.

"Show me you forgive me.." He begged.

You fought the urge to grab his head and press him further when he sucked you in.

You knew exactly what he meant by that. He was forcing a need onto you. If you broke, then to him he was won.

"Forgive me...." He pleaded before flattening his tongue on your mound, making your back arch and spasm. Through it all his phone rang again and yet again unanswered.

Even though you cried, even though your eyes burned, you came for him. Steve devoured you, lapping up your wetness.

"Captain please I forgive" you panted, he wasn't finished. Steve wanted you to cum over and over again until it hurt.

There was no way to fight the desire for him like this and he knew it. Steve unwrapped his arms and moved his hands behind your knees. They bent as he slowly rose them up, folding you as he continued to apologize. Deepening his kiss, fucking your pussy with his tongue, your mewls louder than the last.

Your thighs tried to squeeze Steve's head, but he forced you to stay in place. Gritting your teeth hard you moan and cum on his face again. Each orgasm filled with tears.

"I-I...I need you...I love you, Captain I-I love you, I forgive you!" You were delirious as you come a third time or a fourth you weren’t sure. You wanted to say anything to make Steve stop.

When he finally released your legs they were a shaky mess. He rose from your mound, his face wet with your juices. You could feel his eyes as you laid there, a crumbled mess on the bed.

Before leaving his mother asked you two to stay for lunch. Steve declined. He needed to start his shift soon. She hugged you both goodbye and you felt numb.

When he dropped you home it was close to noon. Steve kissed your cheek and apologized about needing to go into work. Promising that he would text you as soon as he could and you shuddered.

Reminding you of the times you had to wait for him while he was at practice. Forcing you to lay down in the back seat of his car until practice was over.

Sliding out of the door your thighs felt sore. He offered to walk you up, but you managed to dissuade his help. Steve waited in the driveway for you to enter. A wave of relief washed over you when you saw that your uncle wasn't in his usual spot.

His truck was still here so you were sure he was just sleeping in his room. So while he slept you packed.

Chapter 5>>>>>

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[anthonyed]

Hi! If you’re still doing prompts, can you do 49. “Who hurt you?” Or 53. “Who cares about what they think?” + stevebucky?

Anon, I wanted to do both, but I only managed one this time :/ Maybe the second one would be a fluffier Part 2 to this piece in the future. If that happens, I'd rb this with the link (From this list: “Who hurt you?”)

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There’s a boy in his class he’d never seen before. 

Stick-like with dishwater hair and a beak for a nose. He walks around like he’s got the entire world on his bony shoulders; head down, eyes on the floor and he makes sure he’s one with the wall all the time.

Bucky knows it’s not his business, but he knows what a fist to the face tastes like on the tongue, so he makes it his, anyway.

Two weeks into the term, he catches the boy out of the school gate and asks, “Are you new here?”

The boy startles and looks up and - My god! Bucky thinks. 

He’s got the prettiest pair of blue for his eyes and if Bucky had been thirteen, crushing on a boy for the first time, he would have freaked out. 

As it is, he’s 17 and been out for a year now. So he shakes the awe out of his fluttering lashes and puts on his best smile. “Hello, I’m Bucky Barnes,” he says. Hands held out for an offer to shake.

But the boy looks at him then his hand and he looks up again and he mutters, “Keep away from me.”

Bucky has faced rejection a billion times, he’s not a stranger to being shunned because of his sexual preference, but hell. This wasn’t even a come on. He was just introducing himself. And the response he got to that just pisses him off - beautiful boy or not.

“Shit dude, who hurt you,” he scowls. “Here I am offering friendship cause you look like you could use one and - you know what. Fuck you, man. You wanna be alone? Hell if I care.” 

Should have stayed in his lane. Should not have made this boy his business. Should have known he was just like the rest of them jerks.

Except he looks like he’d sucked on a sour candy upon hearing Bucky’s words and he stutters out a soft sorry. “I thought you - you were gonna jump me.”

“Well, I wasn’t, all right,” Bucky sighs, raking his fingers through his hair and it’s kind of awkward. 

But he walks home that day with the boy’s name fresh on his lips and his hand still warm from a shake.

-

Steve Rogers is turning 18 in three months against all odds. Ma seems to tear up more and more leading his birthday and he cannot blame her for that. She’s emotional, and if he wasn’t so hopeless himself, perhaps he’d feel the same.

Living with Cystic Fibrosis sent him to deathbed more than once. He’d greeted the reaper, kissed its hand but every time they thought this was it; he was pulled back to earth once again.

He doesn’t hate life, he just thinks he’s been fated to death since the day he was born.

So he keeps to himself; doesn’t make any connections he cannot afford to sever and kisses Sarah Rogers goodnight before bed like it’s their last goodbye.

But he’s turning 18 in three months and maybe that gives him some hope because he accidentally lets a boy in too deep into his heart.

-

When Bucky first finds out about Steve’s… condition, it’s been three weeks into their friendship, and they’re in a coffee shop sharing a bagel sandwich after their last class for the day.

He’d said something funny and Steve had broken into peals of laughter, grabbing his chest and wheezing from uncontainable joy and for a moment, it was the most beautiful thing Bucky had ever seen. 

And then it was the worst.

He saw Steve collapse right in front of him and ten other people; saw someone call for an ambulance, one of the staff yelled at Bucky about something but he couldn’t hear it. Couldn’t compute anything at all.

He froze where he stood; watching Steve die before him.

The paramedics arrived, someone pointed at him, one of the paramedics asked him if he was a friend; he said, yes.

She asked, “Can you tell me what happened?” 

He stuttered, “No. I - He. He’s my friend. But I don’t know what just happened to him. Is he - Is he going to be okay?”

She’d looked at him, first disappointed then sad. She said, “Your friend’s going to be okay. If you want, you can ride along with us.” 

She probably thought Bucky was a bad friend, but she never said that. She showed him the band around Steve’s wrist - which he’d never seen Steve took off, much less asked what it meant; just assumed it was important and left it at that - and told him what it means.

She flipped Steve’s wallet open, pulled out a card and gave it Bucky. “You’re lucky we know him,” she said. 

“Stevie’s a good boy. But he’s very shy, and he’s always kept to himself so, it’s very nice to know he’s been going around making friends.”

Two hours later, he’s still sitting in the waiting room with his hands clasped in front of him, watching two ants carry a bread crumb across the tile between his feet. 

Someone sits next to him; a nurse under her unzipped hoodie she’s got on and when he looks up, she smiles at him.

“I heard you’re Steve’s friend.”

Bucky’s been so tensed for a long time that he chokes on his spit when he opens his mouth. She waits patiently for his cough to subside. Once he can, Bucky rubs his hands over his pants and says, “Sorry. Yeah. I - I’m his friend.” Then he panics, “They said he’s all right and told me to wait here. Is he - Is everything -,”

“Have you had anything to eat yet?” She interrupts him, “Or drink maybe?”

He looks at her then; really looks at her, and he shakes his head. Something about her is too familiar so when she says, “Come,” he went with her.

She brings him to the canteen and buys him a sandwich and bottled water. “Eat,” she says. “If you’re gonna stick around, then you’ll need the energy.”

And that’s how Bucky met Sarah Rogers.

-

Steve is tired most of the time, but when he isn’t, he’s the brightest ball of sunshine. 

His joy made Bucky bloom like Cherry Blossom in Spring. Every single smile and laughter; if Bucky could collect them all in a cup and drink, he would. But even then, he doesn’t think he’d get enough of it.

He loves him.

First as a friend, then as a boy who’d like to possess Steve; keep him to himself; all that smile and happiness, just for Bucky and only Bucky and he would never let anyone take his Stevie from him.

But then, something happens.

He gets invited to Steve’s little birthday party, and he claps as Steve blows out the candles. Hoots the loudest, laughs with Steve’s mom and then at one point, he’s sitting by her side pulling tissues for her to wipe her tears.

The room down the hallway got its door locked with Steve inside it. 

“Sorry,” Mrs Rogers sniffles. It’s the fifth time she’d said it and Bucky has had enough. 

“Seriously,” he tells her. “Stop worrying about it, Mrs Rogers.”

She laughs while a tear runs down her cheek at the same time. “Oh, God,” she sobs. “You shouldn’t be seeing this - Nobody, should be seeing this.”

Bucky keeps his mouth shut and hands over another ply. 

Later that night, lying in his bed in the dark, Bucky thinks about what had happened. About Mrs Rogers kiss to Steve’s forehead, and her harmless words; “You’re growing into a handsome man, darling. Someday, somewhere, you’re gonna break someone’s heart.”

She wasn’t wrong. Hell, Bucky sat there thinking: he’s already breaking mine, Mrs Roger.

But that wasn’t what Steve thought. Whatever he did, it made him very angry. “Stop putting your hopes in me,” he snapped.

His poor ma, stunned, asked, “What?”

“Your hopes, ma,” Steve hissed. “You know none of that would happen. I won’t make it out of school -,”

And right then was when Bucky saw a mother break her own heart. 

Her hand came in a flash, connecting sharp against Steve’s face; the loud slap echoed and the second she realised what she had done, Sarah Rogers cupped her mouth with that same hand - shaking -, her eyes wide in horror and her heart -

Hours later, Bucky could still hear it shatter into a million pieces. He realises too, they never did cut the cake tonight.

-

The next day, he doesn’t see Steve in school. He calls his phone, and calls Mrs Rogers when he doesn’t pick up. Her line goes dead too. 

She texts later. Saying Steve’s in the hospital again. 

Is he going to be okay? - Bucky writes her.

Ten minutes later, his phone flashes with; I don’t know.

-

He’s not okay. 

They’ve got tubes stuffed down his windpipe, bags of fluids going into his veins and he’s looking bloated in the face.

The doctors keep hushing to Mrs Rogers. They tell her things Bucky doesn't understand; big words, complicated medical stuff and Bucky’s not so smart in the brain. He gets by with B in science at the very best. So he fills the chair by Stevie’s side and holds his hand instead.

When Bucky’s ma was around, she used to take him and his sister to Sunday church. She bought for them a bible each and knitted covers out of wool; one blue, one pink for Bucky and his sister, respectively.

After she passed, Bucky gave up faith and his belief. He’s stopped praying at all.

But right now, with the sound of Stevie’s heart echoing in beeps around them, he holds his hand and whispers what he remembers.

-

“He needs a new set of lungs,” Mrs Rogers says. 

Seeing her in the hospital without her uniform on is very jarring. Bucky stares at her fingers curled around a paper cup holding coffee like they held all the answers. 

They told themselves that the chairs in Steve’s room got too hard for their spine, so they’re  in the canteen for better cushioning. 

Truth is, they couldn’t take the silence in there anymore. So they’re out here drowning their sorrow in the most crowded place in the hospital.

“You know, I’m very glad that he met you.” 

Bucky looks up from her hand and meets her watery smile. She sniffles, “He knew he didn’t have a long time. So he walked alone. Never made any friends. I have the suspicion that he hates saying goodbye.”

Bucky’s throat aches so he swallows it down. Sarah Rogers lays her hand over Bucky’s and squeezes. 

“Thank you,” she tells him. “For choosing my son.”

He knows then that she sees right through him. 

“I love him,” he tells her truthfully; his heart too swollen with Steve to hide no longer. 

She gives him another watery smile and pats his hand two short times, “I know.”

Bucky swallows the lump in his throat and says, “I never told him that.”

-

If; Bucky thinks.

If he could go back in time, he’d like to go back to the first day he met Steve and ask, “Would you go out on a date with me,” instead of offering friendship. 

Or the first time he walked Steve out of the discharge suit so he could catch his frail hand, then his blue eyes and say, “Be my boyfriend Steve Rogers.”

Maybe a week before Steve’s birthday, when they were sitting in the park, with the late summer breeze caressing their skin and Steve had held his lips pressed the entire time.

They’d only known each other for two-and-a-half months then, but Bucky felt like he’d known Steve his entire lifetime. And he could tell that Steve was upset that evening.

He’d gotten off the phone with his mum that afternoon and back then Bucky didn’t know, but now, he could guess it was probably Mrs Rogers mentioning throwing him a birthday party. 

If Bucky could go back to that evening, he wouldn’t just stop at making jokes for Steve to laugh at. He would take his hand in his and press his mouth to Steve’s cheek. He’d like to tell him, “You’re beautiful” and that, “You take my breath away, Stevie.”

He’d like to tell him in detail just how deeply he was in love with Steve. With the sound of birds chirping overhead and water lapping in the lake, he would like to have kissed the sorrow out of Steve’s lips. 

But time travel is a fairy dream, and as it is for Bucky; he’s just another boy who’d missed his chance.

So he takes what he could get; he hoards minutes he could get with Stevie and treasures them dearly. Especially those without Sarah Rogers hovering by.

He tells him what he thinks; the weather, the new pair of shoes his nurse is wearing today, the little boy with a broken nose that reminded him of Steve and a helluva lot of ‘I wish’-es. 

He tells him: “You taught me how to love selflessly.” Tells him: “I would have given anything to have you beside me, but now I just want you to stop hurting.”

[boredfanwrites]

Love, Simon Harringrove AU

I'm sorry (not really) this is probably a bit long but I've already started writing this fic and these are just outline bullet points.

Anyway, what I mean is after a short reprieve following the submission of my assignment: I'm back and please take this poor persons Harringrove AU.

First - Billy isn't as big of an asshole (my AU so I say so).

Second - modern day, pretty much exactly the same setting as Love, Simon.

Third - Neither of them have their cars, this is important later.

Fourth - I have complete control over characters so if I say Barb lives, Barb lives.

Moving on.

Steve is Simon, Billy is Brahm but also not really.

Steve is the one to kick things off, he places an ad in their school paper, not blog because he knows fewer people read the papers and the kind of people Steve wants to meet are the kind that pick up the papers.

He intends to communicate through the ads but the editor adds the email address he'd created to send in the submission.

Hi, lets get things straight: I'm not. I'm gay. I'm not expecting advice or a congrats or whatever. Hell you don't even need to publish it. I just, I needed to get it off my chest somewhere. I've spent my whole life either not knowing, or hiding when I realised. I don't know why I'm even doing this. I don't wanna be alone anymore, I think that's it. I can't be alone. I'm gay, that's normal, I'm fine the way I am. I'm sick of hiding, but I don't think I'm ready to truly come out.

In comes Billy, reading Steve's little piece, obviously not knowing its Steve. And against his better judgement Billy finds himself writing a reply.

I'm like you. Gay that is. I've known since I was thirteen and I kissed a boy in the bathroom of a dingy movie theatre. I've been hiding ever since. I've always been scared of what it meant. But maybe I'm not so alone. If you want a friend in this, I can be one.

It's the first time Billy's admitted it out loud, even if it is only on an electronic document. It's his first admission that he's not the son his father wants him to be so desperately.

Max is still his step-sister, but he gets along with her far better in the AU. She's still a little shit of a sister but she knows when to back off and Billy knows to not take his anger out on her. It's not her fault.

They don't have a good sibling relationship in the slightest but they're doing ok.

Steve still drives around the nerd herd. Still babysits Dustin - though it's less babysitting more making sure he doesn't accidentally kill himself.

Steve reads through the reply, the only reply he'd gotten and he's thankful. He wanted a friend so badly. He had Robin, of course, they were both gay but it was kinda difficult to give each other advice, dating or general LGBTQ+, when they didn't like the same gender. Steve could give a few tips but his track record left nothing to be desired. And Robin barely interacted with boys.

Steve has Jonathon and Nancy, but they don't know so it's not the same. Not really. Besides they're usually too coupley to give a shit about his poor sad single life half the time.

Billy and Steve are hesitant friends, they're both friends with Jonathon so are civil to each other, they're around each other a lot but they're not friends.

So Steve writes something back, and so does Billy. They ask the stereotypical icebreaker questions: favourite foods, colours, places etc. But they both want to dig a little deeper.

After a few emails, Steve suggests fake names to sign off with, a way to get closer.

Billy agrees but only if they can be named after their absolute dream cars - Billy is stuck driving Neil's beaten down pile of crap and needs to remind himself what he's working towards.

So they become Beemer and Camaro and boy does Billy have a field day with Beemer.

Regardless, having names to address each other by leads them to open up more. The person on the other side of the screen becoming more real.

Steve talks about how he's not doing so good academically but he wants to be, he's trying but it's never enough. How nothing is ever good enough for his parents but they're never around to see him either.

He mentions that there's this kid he looks after and how he's basically the little brother he never had and how much his mom wants to adopt him. Steve admits if it wasn't for appearances he's sure his parents would jump at the chance.

Billy admits that as much as he can get along with his stepsister she can be such a little shit. He's supposed to look after her but 'she's 13 for god's sake, she has her own mobile phone, and I can't do anything' and how his dad will beat on him if she's not home by a certain time.

It frustrates Billy to no end because even she's home by curfew she'll offhandedly mention something else that Billy did that his dad didn't like him doing. His dad finds a lot of reasons to punch Billy black and blue.

Steve finally gets given his own walkie and he feels honoured. He uses it to communicate with everyone, but Dustin informed him there's a special channel just for Steve that is one on one if the others ever need him and only him. Steve teared up a little bit.

Billy's been happier than ever talking to Beemer and Neil notices, starts finding even smaller reasons: not placing his plate in the dishwasher, not picking up after Max, not helping Susan unpack the groceries (he wasn't even home, how was he supposed to know?).

Max isn't an idiot. And one night she hears a resounding thud and Neil storming off and the shattering of glass. An engine rumbles and roars down the street. Max races into Billy's room, only to find the boy unconscious on the floor. She screams for her mom but Susan pretends not to hear, so she does the only other thing she can think of.

Steve has been having worse bouts of insomnia so he's awake, trying to be productive when his walkie goes off. Imagine his shock and horror when Max’s voice heaves out between sobs that Billy isn’t waking up. So of course he grabs his keys and goes running.

Billy wakes up to Max’s heavy breathing and an unfamiliar pressure just below his left eye. He struggles to open them but then hears a familiar voice telling him to ‘relax, don’t force it. You’re gonna have a great shiner in the morning but other than that you’ll be ok.’ And Billy knows that voice, that’s Harrington. Why is Harrington in his house?

An hour later, both eyes open and a few scratches patched up, Billy and Steve sit on the end of his bed, Max on the floor in front of them. None of them say anything, but Steve holds out a pinky to Billy and Billy takes it.

A few days after Steve takes a moment to think. Camaro said his dad beats on him. Unless Billy got in a fight earlier and it was a delayed reaction it could only be his dad.

So Steve tests the waters, admittedly his most stupid mistake.

I was trying to be productive a few nights ago. You know how my insomnia is getting. Anyway one of the friends of the kid I babysit called me and said her brother wasn’t waking up. I go over there, patch him up and then we don’t really say anything else. I’m glad my first aid training came in to play, lord knows I’ve patched the kids up too many times. But it was the weirdest experience of my life, honestly.

Camaro drops off the face of the earth. So does Billy. The only reason Steve knows he’s alive is because both Jonathon and Tommy text him updates from time to time. Tommy doesn’t go into detail, doesn’t really give a shit, just a thumbs up whenever he sees Billy.

But Jonathon. Steve is very thankful for Jonathon’s friendship. He tells Steve whenever there’s a new mark on him, how Hopper picked him up and Joyce had bailed him out. How Will was getting along with Billy so well since he’d camped out on their couch a few weeks ago.

It’s been so long. Months. And Steve is so lonely. Even before Camaro, he didn’t realise how much he and Billy actually interacted, how much time they’d spent together. It was back to just Steve and Robin. Which wasn’t bad, but wasn’t the same. Steve had given up hope.

Look. I know we know who each other is now. I know that’s not good English, I’ve had a couple beers so forgive me, King Steve. I like talking to you, I really do. But I meant it when I said I was scared. I can’t do this. Just give me a week or two, I’ll be back in school and we can go back to how it was. I’m sorry.

Steve doesn’t think it can go back to how it was.

Billy doesn’t want to go back to how it was. He doesn’t want to lose Steve now that he has him. But his body felt like it was falling apart most days. The only reprieve was the few nights every couple weeks he spent on the Byers’ couch. Even if he did get a worse beating after.

Steve tries to make life easier on Billy in the ways that he can. Brings Max back at least fifteen minutes before curfew, he offers to help Susan here and there when he sees her, offers to babysit Max if he’s looking after the rest of the nerd herd.

Neil likes him, Steve hates Neil. But he never sees Billy.

It comes to a head one day. Steve has to pick up Dustin when he hears arguing. Heading out to the back he sees Max stomping about, yelling at Billy and god, Billy just looks tired. So Steve heads over, places himself between the two and tells Max to wait with Dustin in the car.

He turns to Billy, sees his glassy eyes, and sees how much weight Billy has lost. And did all of this stem from him and Billy not talking or was there more.

Billy takes one look at Steve and breaks. He babbles nonsense about how he would never hurt Max, would never lay a finger on her. Steve shushes him, carefully placing his hands on Billy’s shoulders. Billy doesn’t notice.

Steve wonders where it came from, what was going through Billy’s head. He pulled him closer until Billy’s hands fisted in his shirt, a patch on Steve’s chest dampening.

I really fucking like you. You’re so good. And I’m scared, I’m so scared.

Billy. I really fucking like you too. It’s ok that you’re scared. I get it. I just want us to try. It doesn’t have to be now. It’s only ever gonna be when you’re ready but I’m going to be here.

Billy has only ever wanted someone who tried. Someone who was going to stick around for him. There Steve was, making promises. Being way too good for Billy.

Steve doesn’t let him go.

There’s gonna be a few scenes in the fic that weren’t mentioned, mostly because I will be writing this fic at some point and I want a few mysteries and extra stuff. Likewise for the emails, they’re all gonna be included.

Also, currently I’m not sure I like the ending, I was planning on doing a few fluffy, epilogue one-shots once the fic is done but I don’t know whether to keep the ending I’ve got or whether to stick more closely to the Love, Simon (Steve trying to do something big and public etc.). But for now, take what I have and be on the lookout for either the first instalment or just one long-ass fic in the near future.

[jordluna]

You Meet Steve Rogers (Natasha x daughter!reader)

Summary: On a mission to rescue hostages, you end up meeting Captain America along the way. The daughter reader is 15. Since reader is in her teenage years she's pretty sassy and her and Nat have a kinda bitchy relationship but it's still sweet though.

"I have a mission with Steve to go on. I should be back in the morning so stay home, and don't do anything reckless while I'm gone." Natasha says while loading up guns on her cat suit as you sit on the couch of your apartment and binge the 100 on the T.V.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll stay here." You say while shoving a load full of popcorn in your mouth. You want her to leave badly so you can go onto the next season before the next day.

"Stay here and don't stay up late." She says firmly as you turn your back to face her to say one last remark.

"No mom, I'll go to the popular girl's party, get drunk, and hook up with the hottest dude I see." She rolls her eyes as she leaves the apartment, while you snicker to herself.

Just as your about to get up to make some more popcorn your phone rings from your hoodie. You pull it out,hoping one of your friends wants to chat with you so you won't be bored all night. Instead you see Director Fury's name on the screen.

You groan, as you swipe to answer it, knowing never to not answer Fury's calls.

"Was-sup Fury." You say while shutting off the T.V.

"Agent Romanoff, it's great to here from you again. Since you haven't showed up to Shield the past two weeks." Fury says not even trying to hid the annoyance in his voice.

"Two weeks already? Well I've been very busy with school work and all." You lie, as for the real reason you haven't shown up is because you were to busy binging The 100."Romanoff I think you must have forgotten you're on Spring break." You wince as you have totally forgotten.

"Shit." You mutter under your breathe. "Shit, indeed." Fury says back after a little bit of silence.

"So why'd you call me exactly?" You ask. "I need you as back up on your mother's and Steve's mission." He then explains their mission to you.

"So what do I have to do?" You ask annoyed that your all nighter is ruined, due to saving lives. "You, my least favorite Romanoff, have to collect Shield's intel on the ship. You can also kick some ass if needed." You sigh while putting on your cat suit and loading your weapons.

"Will do pirate dude." You say while leaving the apartment. "Also I'm so flattered to be your least favorite Romanoff."

"A car should be in the front of your house to escort you to the quinjet. You can jump off shortly after Natasha and Steve are already inside the ship."

"Sounds easy enough."

"Don't disappoint me y/n." You just sigh and end the call. You let your red hair down from the messy bun it was already in. Well time to do the dirty work.

*****

As you hide in the back of the ship you do what Fury instructed and waited for everyone to get off before you leave. Once you jump off you immediately start making your way to the to the control room to grab the data and go, hoping maybe just maybe you can finish one last episode before your mom comes home. Men immediately start running at you but you take out your dagger and slide towards them on your knees, slicing their thighs.

As they knell to the floor you stab them in the chest and make a break for the room. You think about using your guns tonight off the men in front of you but you know that's more of Natasha's thing than yours. Plus the guns would be to loud and you don't want to bump into anyone you know on the mission.

So instead you just do the simple hand to hand combat and leave without a single bruising or scratch as usual while the guys are wailing in pain on the ground.

"Sorry about that, but to be fair you did ruin my movie night." You say with a sinister smile.

*****

Steve moves around the ship looking for the rest of the hostages when he sees pirates injured on the ground. He immediately thinks it's Natasha since there is no there person that can fight without some sort of weapon as good as her. Let alone lave five men unconscious on the ground. As he walks closer he sees two more injured guys on the ground with what appear to be stab wounds.

"Nat, I didn't know you had an interest in knives." Steve says into his ear piece. Natasha is confused by his statement wondering what he is talking about. It then hits her. You were here.

"I'm not." She simply says as Steve is now also more confused.

*****

As you enter the control room you immediately put the hard drive in and start collecting whatever you can. Just then something comes crashing through the door with some unconscious guy underneath him.

"Hey Rogers." You say with a small smirk on your face, recognizing the man as Captain America.

"Who are you and what are you doing?" He says sternly as he pushes you back into the wall, harshly, putting his shield up to your collar bone so you couldn't escape. However you showed no fear in your eyes as you weren't even scared, just irritated that you're still in this room.

"Damn, is this how people introduced themselves in the forties? I'm here on Director Fury's orders."

"To collect Shield intel?"

"Why are you asking if you obviously already know." You say.

"Who are you?" He says firmly looking for an answer.

"Name's y/n. I would ask for your name but I already know because of the whole being a popsicle in a freezer for 97 years."

"You knocked all those guards out there?" He says looking down at the bloody knife in your holster. You just nod quickly hoping to get out of here before your mother finds you and grounds you for life.

"Why would Fury send a 14 year old girl out here?" Ok, now your annoyed with the interrogation.

"I'm 15 Cap. Get your facts strait before spitting them out." He most likely annoyed to as he's pushing you a little more further against the wall. Just as your about to grab the knife and stab him the thigh a familiar voice fills the room.

"Let her go Steve." Natasha says as he releases the pressure on your collar bone. As he moves out of the way you see the one person you've been planning on avoiding this entire mission. Natasha gives you the deadliest glare you've ever seen her give you. You tense for a second but let your muscles relax knowing this isn't the time to be a wimp.

"Hey-" She immediately cuts you off."Я сказал тебе оставаться дома." She's yelling to you in Russian, that's not good. (I told you to stay home.)

"Я знаю, но Фьюри сказал, что тебе нужна помощь.There for here I am." You say trying to reason with her as Steve just watches you guys very confused. (I know, but Fury said you needed back up.) She takes the hard drive out and throws it to you. You catch it and immediately put it in your pocket."Фьюри твоя мать? Нет, я." (Is Fury your mother? No, I am.) You sigh in defeat.

"Can I say something?" Steve says loudly.

"Shut it star spangled capris." You say as he is clearly taken aback.  All of a sudden a grenade is thrown at you by the unconscious guy but Steve uses his shield to knock it away. He grabs the you and your mother and crash into a window. Smoke fills the air as you chuckle slightly at the look on Steve's face when you mocked him. However Steve and Natasha just look at you weirdly and your face goes back to its stern expression.

  ******

You, Natasha, and Steve stand in front Fury's desk in Shield's headquarters. As he stares at you three without saying anything you try to avoid eye contact and just tap the floor with your boot.

"Why would you send a child out on our mission without telling me?" Steve says interrupting the silence.

"Cap did you see the results of putting her on the field? Her mission was to collect Shield intel, and she did it with even getting a few of our foes hurt." Fury responds with and you look at your mother and see a smirk on her face, which makes you feel even more accomplished.

"People could have gotten killed and hurt." Steve says.

"I believe Fury sent the best assassins and super soldier to make sure that didn't happen." Natasha says as you nod your head agreeing.

"The kid could have gotten hurt!"

"Agent y/n Romanoff, is one of the best junior agents, Shield has ever seen. She doesn't get hurt easily." You see the shocked look on Steve's face, mixed with confusion. You, Fury, and Natasha try your best not to laugh as Steve's mouth is practically wide open.

"You better close your mouth before a fly goes in." You say as Steve moves his head looking at you, then Natasha, then back at you. He slowly starts to notice how similar you two are.

"Oh, yeah. I have a daughter." Natasha says as if she just accidentally forgot to mention it before.

"Oh hell no. I'm dreaming." Steve says raising his arms up and starts to leave the room.

"I can assure you that I'm very much real." You say laughing.

I enjoyed making this one a lot. I also just love writing sassy y/n. Sorry if Russian is wrong I'm so sorry I just used google translate. Also I might move to tumblr idk. Next story will be You're okay!

[notcaring99]

What I’ve Never Had (Bucky x Teen Reader)

Warnings: Sadness and Violence 

Ft: Original Avengers 

Request:” Can you write a Bucky x teen reader? Where their like father and daughter, and she doesn’t really see her real father as her dad, and one day her and Bucky are hangout and she accidentally calls him dad? Sorry if this is confusing. Btw I love your writings, you I have such a talent 💕” -Anonymus 

A/N: Hello everyone! I am still a mess, but I do hope you enjoy this. Especially the person that requested this. Thank you for everything, and your kind words. It means so much to me. I do miss writing these, but life is busy. I am so sorry if this is bad, I haven’t written in a while. I will try to write as many nonrequested ones as I can along with the requested. Priority will be requested. Thank you for reading, and hope to see some requests in my inbox soon. 

“Can you pass me the salt?” Bucky asks you, and you smile as you slide the salt across the island. He catches it with ease before turning back to the pot of stew. “Thanks pumpkin.” You smile as you look at Bucky. 

“No problem. So when is this amazing stew going to be ready?” You ask him, and he doesn’t turn around as he is cooking still. 

“It will be ready when everyone is here. Go get ready. Don’t mind me.” Bucky tells you and you sigh before leaning on the island. 

“Alright, but if the fire alarm goes off again, I get to tell you I told you so.” Bucky waves you off and you make your way to the small bedroom you have here at Bucky’s. You are getting ready for your graduation, which is this afternoon at your lame high school. Without Bucky though, you wouldn’t be graduating. 

~

Bucky and you met your sophomore year of high school. You were a kid that was quiet but never went to class or participated in any school activity. Your mom wasn’t in your life as she never wanted to have you in the first place. You were living with your dad, but he was never home or even bothered to take care of you. You worked odd jobs to pay for everything as your dad suddenly stopped paying rent or anything. 

One of your odd jobs was to clean after hours at this lab, but little did you know that this lab would get robbed one night while you were working. You were sweeping the floors when you hear a crash in another room. You run to your cart, and grab your walkie talkie to call security. “Hello? There is a break in on floor 13. Hello?” No one was responding, and you swear as you grab a broom. You break in half against a wall, and then make your way to the room. 

“What do you think you are doing? There could still be people here.” You hear someone say, you look into the room to see four guys with guns, dressed in all black. 

“I’m sorry. Would you like to try and place these bombs everywhere?” You involuntarily let out a gasp. This makes everyone look your direction, and before you could run someone has your arm. 

“Look what we got here boys, a sweet little thing.” The guy pushes a piece of your hair behind your ear. You take your broken broomstick, and stab the guy in the side before running as fast as you can/ 

“Get her!” You hear someone yell then footsteps running after you. You don’t dare look behind you as you run as fast as you can. You trip over your own feet and fall to the ground falling straight on your face. “We got her now!” Someone yells jogging up to you. You try to stand up, but couldn’t find your footing. Suddenly you hear a bang and the floor vibrating. You turn around to see a man dressed in black but his arm catches the light, metal. 

“Why don’t you pick on someone your own size boys?” The man asks, and then the guys go to fight him. You start crawling to the wall and pull yourself up. You are about to run, but you take one last look to see the soldiers on the ground. You see the man with the metal arm look towards you as you hold your nose that is bleeding. 

“Please. Don’t hurt me. I am just trying to pay rent, please don’t.” the man holds his arms up and takes a few steps towards you. 

“I am not going to hurt you.” You let him get close to you where you guys are a feet apart. “You look no older than 16, you should be in school not working to pay rent. Why are you doing this instead of studying?” He asks you concerned. 

“My family life is no concern for you. I just need to get home, and figure out how I am going to pay for this broken nose,” you state holding your nose still. He pulls your hands away and pulls you closer into the light. He takes a look at your nose as he turns your chin side to side. “Hello? I don’t think this how you handle a 16-year-old girl!” You yell, pulling away from him. The man smiles at you as you stand your ground. 

“You are feisty. Come on kid, let’s go get you stitched up for free.” The man states grabbing your wrist and pull you to follow him.

“Why am I going to come with you? I don’t even know your name nor do you know mine.” You yell as the man has to practically drag you as you are not walking. 

“My name is Bucky Barnes,” Bucky states before picking you up not wanting to drag you anymore. 

“Hey!” You yell, but he keeps walking with you on his shoulder. 

“What is your name?” Bucky asks as he takes the stairs to the bottom lobby, still carrying you. 

“My name is Y/N. I am not giving you my last name though.” Bucky laughs as he practically jumps from one case of stairs to the next. You finally get to the lobby where people you recognize from the news are standing there; Falcon and Captain Rogers. 

“What you got there?” You hear the Flacon ask with a laugh. 

“Can you put me down? I am not a baby.” You ask Bucky, and he sets you down but makes sure to grab your hand. 

“This is Y/N, and she has a broken nose. We need to get her to base to clean it up.” Falcon looks at Bucky, then you, then Captain Rogers. Captain Rogers looks at you then at Bucky. 

“Alright. Let’s get this kiddo to base. What about your parents? Why don’t you call them?” Captain asks looking at you. You look at your feet before taking a breath. 

“Not that is matters, but neither of my parents is in my life, so they won’t care where I am.” You mutter out not daring to look at anyone. You feel Bucky’s hand squeeze yours a bit more. 

“Let’s get her out of here.” You hear Bucky say, and they take you to base. 

~

After that night, Bucky would check on you every night. He started off bringing you food, then started paying rent, and then finally asked you to stay with him till you finished school. You decided to stay with him, just until you graduated. You would help him with chores around the house, and go grocery shopping and run errands while he was on missions. 

Bucky taught you about history, fighting, how to annoy Sam, how to change a tire, the pressure points on every human being, how to drive,  and a lot more. He was also apart of a lot of first; your first date, your first dance, your first time driving, your first heartbreak, and a lot more. He was like a parent to you, and you could never take him for granted. 

You smile at yourself in the mirror, satisfied with how you look. You have your cap and gown on, and you smiled at yourself with tears forming. You hold them in before walking out of the bathroom. “Y/N, are you almost ready? We are going to be-” Bucky stops as he sees you. He smiles at you with tears forming in his eyes. 

“No. Don’t you do that.” You tell him as tears of your own are about to fall. You walk over to him, and hug him tightly. 

“You look so grown up. I am so proud of you, pumpkin.” You smile at the nickname before hugging him tighter. 

“Thanks, dad.” You pull away as you realize what you said. Bucky looks at you like a parent would look at his child. “You are practically like my dad, as you have raised me. I guess it is about time I called you that.” This makes Bucky’s tears fall. 

“Dad. I like that kiddo.” He wipes his tears as the doorbell rings. “That is the rest of the team, we should get going.” Bucky states and you smile before hugging him again. “Don’t you dare tell the guys I cried,” Bucky warns you, and this causes you to laugh. 

“Of course not.” You laugh, and you both laugh. 

“Aw! Look at those two!” You turn around to see Sam, Steve, Tony, Pepper, Nat, Bruce, and Clint. 

“Let’s get going you two. We don’t want Y/N here to be late for her own graduation.” Pepper states dragging you away from Bucky. “Look at you though. you are so grown up.” 

“An amazing young woman, that will change the world,” Nat tells you, and you smile at her. 

“Let’s go girls. No tears yet ladies.” Tony tells the woman before Steve guides out. 

“Dad already cried,” you say under your breath. Sam looks over at you, and then at Bucky. 

“Wait. Bucky boy cried?” Sam asks loudly, and you hit him in the side. 

“Don’t you start Sam. This is Y/N’s day!” Bucky threatens Sam, and Steve holds on to Bucky. 

“It’s okay to cry over your daughter graduating,” Steve tells Bucky as you are talking with Tony and Bruce. 

“I raised her well?” Bucky asks looking at you laugh. Steve smiles looking at Bucky. 

“You raised her well,” Steve tells Bucky, and Bucky smiles. 

[universalfanfic]

Time Travel AU where Owen, Maddie, and Connor accidentally go back in time to their parents' younger days, and Owen calls Sutton "mom" and she freaks out because kids? she has KIDS? And then she's like, "wait, WHO'S YOUR DAD?" (this is prior to Stutton being an official thing) Cue awkward silence as everyone tries to figure out how Owen and Maddie's parentage isn't the most obvious thing in the world (they're probs standing beside Steve). And Connor just, "This explains SO MUCH about you two."

Well, I wrote a bit for this and my computer ATE it, so here’s a bullet point instead!! (((((((: 

Connor was working on a time machine “for fun” and Owen Does Not Approve. Maddie is, of course, all for it, and an argument breaks out. 

Owen tells Maddie “not to be stupid”, much to Connor’s dismay, and that Does It. Maddie smacks a panel of the machine because “oh? You want to see STUPID?”

So, yeah. That’s how they end up time traveling. 

But not WHERE traveling

They are still in Tony’s lab and now are surrounded by some very confused not-yet parents 

Maddie tries to tell Tony, Steve, and Nat that they’re from the “Department of Interdimensional Affairs” because Connor flubbed introductions anyway 

Sutton comes in and she’s still healing from her time jumping dimensions. Seeing her looking beat up instantly alarms Owen which is why he blurts out “mom!” 

Everyone in the room FREEZES 

Maddie asks who the stupid one is now 

Of course some chaos ensues. Sutton is freaking out like, “What!? I am NOT your mom! WHo- WHAT” 

Owen is standing with his hands on his hips and turning red. Maddie has arms crossed and is grinning despite. All next to Steve (also with hands on hips, protectively next to Sutton) who is looking flabbergasted. 

Nat sees it. She goes from surprised pikachu to cheshire cat.

Tony confirms their spontaneous appearance and lack of records through Jarvis, so there’s really no use denying it. 

Tony, pointing to Connor: “Oh my gosh. Is it you? Are you my spawn? Look at those freckles, I’d recognize those anywhere.”

Sutton shouts, “WAIT” and everyone turns to look. “WHO is your FATHER???” 

There’s another silence as at least both Nat and Connor just stare at her. Steve looks a bit prickly. Like he doesn’t enjoy the idea of that question.

BLOND HAIR/ AUBURN HAIR, BLUE EYES, TALL, ATHLETIC BUILDS. WHO COULD IT BE??? 

Connor: “So you both get this honestly. I understand now. Everything is coming together.” 

They somehow manage to not give EVERYTHING away before Connor and Tony get the machine back up and running 

And neither Sutton or Steve have put the pieces together by the time they leave. They are hopeless. 

When Steve asks Sutton out much later, it takes them a second but they both Have A Moment. 

Sutton, the reddest red you’ve ever seen: “Oh my gosh… do you think..?”

Nat: “YES OH MY GOSH YES. IT’S BEEN 84 YEARS.”

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hope you guys are doing well!! Do you have any superhero au fics?

Fuck yeah! This is the tag, but I think it needs a little update. -Letta

what we do is what you wish to do by planetsdance

(1/1 |1,284 | Teen | Sterek)

Stiles does not have time for this right now. He’s trying to dodge a multitude of bullets from trigger happy henchmen while still holding on to the six year old hostage who’s frantically clutching at his shoulders. Stiles whispers soothing words to the child as he swings his body forward, casting another web as they start to fall to the ground. “I hope you realize you’re shooting at a little kid right now!” Stiles shouts at the henchmen, trying to find the kid’s parents. “There’s a special circle of hell for that y’know!”

Or, the Spiderman!AU

The Curious Incident of the Cat in the Night-Time by Saucery

(1/1 | 1,400 | Teen | Sterek)

Stiles is Catwoman.

hoping some ghost would be here still by darthjamtart

(1/1 | 1,602 | Teen | NP)

There’s a poster hanging in the window of the Beacon Hills library: brightly-colored depictions of children at desks, holding books, captioned, KEEP YOUR CHILDREN SAFE. KNOW WHAT’S IN THEIR CLASSROOMS. Smaller text at the bottom reads, Paid for by citizens in support of the Mutant Registration Act.

i'm supergirl (and i'm here to save the world) by iphigenias

(1/1 |1,667 | Teen | Allydia)

“Go on,” Allison says, tilting her head back so she can look Lydia in the eye. “Rescue me.”

Danny, the Champion of Beacon Hills by mirrorkill

(1/1 | 2,094 | Teen | Dethan)

Danny is secretly a superhero and has to hide it from the others whilst they're trying to hide werewolfness from him.

(Wherein dramatic irony isn't kind to anyone, Lydia plans to take over either prom or the world, and Danny's mom is amazing but even she can't take down the Beacon-Hills media.)

Pretending I'm a Superman by VforVitaly

(1/1 | 2,232 | Gen | Stanny)

Stiles spends his nights as a silent, invisible Beacon Hills vigilante, mostly stopping petty crime and helping out where he can, but when Danny becomes the victim of a gay bashing, Stiles rushes to his rescue, even if that means risking the reveal of his secret identity.

the loch ness monster that stole christmas by katiesaygo

(1/1 | 2,460 | Teen | Allisaac)

allison and isaac are both superheroes who’ve been assigned to reign in the loch ness monster the day of christmas eve

Wolfman by eak_a_mouse

(1/1 | 2,520 | Teen | Scanny)

It takes a certain kind of mindset to decide that the best way to protect people is to put on spandex and become a superhero.

That isn’t to say it’s not awesome or heroic or whatever. Just, you know, not running the same software as everyone else.

it bares its teeth like a light by brella

(1/1 | 2,585 | Teen | Sterica)

Erica cocks her head and curls her crimson lips up higher. “Mmm. A badass, huh? Rowr.”

The growl does not make his knees shake. Nope.

“Hey, listen, do you, uh…” Stiles stutters out before his brain can catch up to what he’s about to ask. “Do you… wanna get, um, drinks? Sometime? In the future? I mean, uh, I’m actually a total lightweight, but we could… get peanuts, and, um, root beers, or Cokes, or whatever.”

Scarlet Fox Vol. 1 by static_abyss

(1/1 | 2,826 | Gen | Malira)

Of three things, Malia was certain. First, her college's psychology department contained three of the city's most notorious supervillains. Second, there was a chance—and she knew exactly how large that chance was—that they would get her excellent connections if she took on the city's newest superhero. And third, Malia was, unconditionally and irrevocably, broke and out of luck.

Impact by orphan_account

(1/1 | 4,387 | Teen | Stiles/Steve Rogers)

it’s late and you can’t sleep, because you’re terrified of the future and sad about the situation you’re stuck in. In that 3 AM delirium you decide to send a tweet to the only person who’d never let you down and you open up the official Captain America twitter. So you send a tweet, knowing it’ll get lost in the flood of well-wishers and critics. But then, when you’re at your absolute lowest, something miraculous happens; Steve tweets you back to say he’s proud of you. Proud that you’re doing your best despite the odds, for finding the strength to get up in the morning and surviving the day. Steve telling you to not hurt yourself, because he knows just how fragile bodies can be.Steve asking you not to kill yourself, because life is precious and sometimes the knowledge that he might be able to save one is what gets him up in the morning.Steve Rogers doing his best to protect you, even against the monsters in your head.

You’d Be Saving Mine by pocketmumbles (livelikejack)

(1/1 | 4,543 | General | Scira+Derek)

“Sorry, uh, I just.” Derek scratches at his face and knocks his glasses askew. “I have frames just like yours,” he says quickly, gesturing at the man’s glasses.

The man smiles, ducking his head a little. “Cool. We’re, like, twins.”

“Wow.” Derek laughs and hopes it doesn’t sound too frantic. Judging by the way the man tenses and the woman’s smile goes a little glassy, he isn’t very successful. “I mean, you’re – and I’m just – but you’re, like-” He waves his hands vaguely, trying to get his head back on straight. “Specimen.”

(Or, a superhero AU where Scott and Kira are superhero partners and Derek is a store employee who accidentally interrupts them in the middle of a mission.)

the roof was pretty windy (she didn't say a word) by murphysarc

(1/1 | 4,836 | Teen | Allison/Erica)

Erica Reyes had been a hero all her life, except, until her best friend threw her off a roof. Nothing was the same, but that’s not a surprise.

Or, Erica and the pack are a part of a superhero team. Erica/Allison, Stiles/Lydia undertones, as well as general pack pairings. Title from “End Of The Day” by One Direction.

For the Both of Us by ArgentLives

(1/1 | 6,081 | Gen | Allira)

Allison Argent is used to shooting arrows at criminals and always hitting her targets. When Kira Yukimura comes into the picture, however, she's not prepared for the one aimed straight at her heart.

or: The Silver Archer, masked vigilante and Beacon Hill's long time protector, is going to have to learn to share. There's a new girl in town.

when the blood's run stale by vanessamary

(1/1 | 12,129 | Mature | Scallison)

Scott McCall always knew there had to be more people like him. People who were different. People who were special. It wasn’t until he was contacted by Dr. Deaton from the Beacon Hills Institute that he truly understood.

Superheroes by TruebornAlpha

(15/15 | 45,770 | Explicit | Sciles)

Scott McCall is best known to the world as Rocket Boy, the leader of the superheroes known as the Pack. With his team, they protect Beacon Hills and the world from supervillains bent on taking over. But a traveler from the future calling himself "The Stiles" has showed up on their doorstep claiming to be an ally. What are his true motives and will be be able to save the future if he falls in love?

My Knight by SammyVen

(14/14 | 50,805 | Mature | Sterek)

After his parents deaths, Derek Hale becomes Gotham City's biggest vigilantly, known as the Batman. After Derek saves Stiles during his visit to Gotham City for a piece in his article, the two become closer once again. But what happens when Stiles learns Derek's secret?

[writingwithadinosaur]

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Word Count: 3,052

Key: Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: None that I can really think of. Please let me know if I missed anything!

Summary: Dinner and quality time with your family and boyfriend. Everyone can speak and be heard. Right?

Author’s Note: First story back from my long ass hiatus! Whoo!

This story was kind of really inspired by a conversation that @the-witching-hours12-3 and I had. We both found that we go through similar situations like this one, maybe not to this degree, but still. So I hope our dork can help us escape and help others feel not so alone.

Please go check out @the-witching-hours12-3 ‘s work. She is always a huge help when it comes to being my beta reader and her work is so incredible.

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces, check out my tag list above and let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

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- DreaSaurusREX

“You know, we can still cancel if you want to. I could say that you got sick and don’t want to infect anyone else.” You called out to Steve as you tried to find a suitable outfit for dinner.

You had been dating Steve Rogers for a year and a half. Almost everyone knew, except your family. Until now.

A little birdie told your mom about your relationship and she immediately called you, during a movie night with Steve. She then basically gave you no choice but to come over for dinner with her, your father, and your siblings. You loved your family, but any get together with them meant that you would  be interrupted and talked over incessantly. Over the years, you’ve learned to just accept it and only really talk when prompted to.

You inspected your outfit as Steve came out of the bathroom, working on buttoning up his shirt.

“Your family knows who I am. They probably know that I can’t really get sick.” He grabbed your hand, held you out from him, and spun you so he could get a good look at you. You couldn’t help but still  look nervous.

“I’m sure everything will be fine, doll. And if anything does happen, we’ll figure it out.” He leaned down and kissed you gently.

“You promise?”, you asked  with a small smile, which he returned with his own.

“I promise.” He kissed you again, this one being a shorter one. “Let’s finish up getting ready, and then we will head into battle.”

Steve was joking, but if only he knew how true that statement was for you.

~~~~~~~~

On the car ride to your parent’s house, you made sure he remembered all of your siblings names. You had talked about them before and knew that he knew of them, but you were nervous.

“Mary is an accounting major at the local university, Hanna works for the newspaper. Brendon is getting ready to join the Army, and Ken is a mechanic. Oh and don’t forget that my mom--”

“Has a rusty mental filter and my say things that sound offensive, but she means no harm. I know, sweetheart. I know that you are the youngest of five kids, your parents are Janine and Darren, you all grew up in Florida but moved to New York for various reasons, and you are the only one out of them all that I get to call my best girl.” Steve took your free hand and gave it a small squeeze. “Just breathe. We got this.”

“Smooth one there, slick.” He just laughed and winked at you.

You pulled into the driveway. Putting the car in park, you took a breath. Looking at the house, you honestly felt yourself shrink internally  at the thought of trying to converse with your family.

“Do we got this, Stevie?”

Steve smile, got out of the car, and opened your door for you, giving you a kiss once you stepped out. He intertwined his fingers with yours and looked you in the eye.

“I could do this all day.”

~~~~~~~~

You didn’t need to ring the doorbell. You mother kept the door unlocked when she expected company. You walked in and saw your brothers and sisters sitting around the living room talking while the tv was on in the background. Ken was the first one to notice you.

“Hey! Look who decided to show up!” Ken meant it as a joke even though it hurt a little bit. You just walked over and gave them all hugs.

“Guys, this is Steve. My boyfri--”

“Mom told us! It’s nice to finally meet you in person. We’ve only seen the good deeds you do around the world, thanks to newspapers and magazines.” You sister Hanna interrupts. You just take a small breath and put on a smile.

“Steve, this is Hanna. She works for the New York Times.” You kept your sentence short and simple. You then make it through introducing your other siblings to him. When you get to your brother, Brendon, the two of them hit is off by talking about Brenton’s deployment that is coming up soon. You tap Steve’s arm.

“I’m gonna go see mom and dad in the kitchen. Try to get them to be calm around you. I’ll be right back.” Steve nods and you give his arm a gently squeeze before heading to the kitchen.

Your parents loved to cook, so it wasn’t surprising to find them in the kitchen. Your dad was working on a couple of drinks for everyone while your mom put the finishing touches on dinner.

“Hey,” you said as you walked into the room and hugged each of them. Your mom was still a little bit bitter about not knowing about Steve before; Your dad was okay with it, as long as you were safe and happy. That didn’t mean that they wouldn’t push some buttons tonight.

“How was the drive?” your dad asked.

“It was fine. Didn’t really get caught in any traffic until close to the exit. Steve--”

“Oh yes! Where is he? We have to go say hello!” your mother chimed in. You had to stop them before they got any further.

“He’s in the living room with Brendon. But just… Please be chill tonight? Don’t be too weird? I’m sure he’s already getting plenty of that from Hanna and the others.” Your mother gave you a sort of offended look, but your dad just nodded before making his way past you.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N/N). It’ll be okay.” You tried to believe that as you helped your mom finish dinner. You couldn’t help but overhear an embarrassing conversation between your father and Steve though.

“Did (Y/N/N) ever tell you about the time she tried wrestling with Ken and accidentally--”

“Daaaaaaad!” you groaned, cutting him off before it got too bad.

It was going to be a long night.

~~~~~~~~

Dinner was just as you thought it would be; everyone talking except you. You just sat there and listened. You tried to get in a word or two, but it was inevitably swallowed up by one of your family members talking over you.

Your parents and Steve were getting along, which wasn’t really a surprise. They were talking about his past and what the two of you have been up to for the last couple of years. You were just listening to their stories, until your dad started asking about your relationship.

“So, how long have you two been together?” You and Steve looked at each other, he nodded for you to speak up now; he’d done a lot of talking so far.

“A little over a year and a half. But we’ve known each other for two years. We didn’t want it getting out for safety reasons. Working with Shield, we--”

“What the hell, (Y/N/N)?! You didn’t even tell me?”  Mary interrupted.

“Or me?” Hanna followed behind.

“Like I said, it was for safety reasons. Shield is very particular about certain things. I had to get the all clear from them before I could tell any of you about my new life.”

“Is this gonna be a continuing thing? The two of you? Keeping things a secret?” your mom said in a sort of accusing tone. In response, you threw her a offended and confused look.

“Um… Yeah? I mean, with the jobs we have, we have to be careful with what we say. I wanted to tell you guys, but I didn’t want to put you all at risk. As for Steve and I, we wouldn’t still be together if we didn’t think it was going to work out. Plus, we’ve been through alot together and we--” Now Ken had something to say. As soon as he started to talk, you closed your eyes and took a breath in. Steve had a hand on your thigh under the table to try to help you a bit, you gratefully intertwined your fingers in his.

“Like what? You don’t fight or do anything like what he does. He’s a freakin’ Avenger!” Steve looked at the others around the table before speaking up.

“Do you all not know what (Y/N) does with Shield?” Your family all gave various forms of “no.” You squeeze his hand and lean to whisper.

“I never told them.” Steve raised an eyebrow, confused. “Long story involving Shield restrictions and my family that I’ll explain later. Not around them.”

“Are you allowed to tell them what you do?” Steve asked in a hushed tone. You nodded. He squeezed your hand and then turned his attention back to your family.

“(Y/N) is a field agent. That means goes out on missions with the team, just like me. She and our friends, Clint and Natasha, are our three best combat and intelligence agents.” Steve then looks directly at your brother, Ken, “In short, your little sister is a badass. She has helped take down hundreds of members of Hydra already in her first two years with the Avengers, and she hasn’t slowed down one bit.”

Steve turned to you with a proud smile. You had a small blush on your cheeks. You knew Steve was proud of you and loved you, but speaking of you like that in front of your family struck a chord inside of you and made you fall even more in love with him. You leaned towards him to whisper again. “Language!” You both chuckled at your sort of inside joke. Steve kissed the side of your head.

“Well shit, (Y/N/N)! If you weren’t so quiet around the family, maybe we would have known how much you’ve changed.” Ken was sort of impressed, but still a dick about the situation.

You tried to keep a neutral face to your family instead of exploding at them, but you couldn’t help the growing annoyance inside. You didn’t think you were quiet; but no one let you talk in this family. Looking at Ken, you spoke with just a hint of attitude behind your words.

“You couldn’t see the physical changes to my body and realize that I’m not a little kid anymore? I’ll keep the whole quiet thing in mind though.”

“Yeah, you’re too quiet.” You just go back to picking at what’s left on your plate. Steve moves his hand so it was more comforting on your thigh while he took a sip of his drink.

Everyone had gone back to talking to each other, Steve was watching you. When you were with the team, you were talkative, calm, and happy. But he saw why you didn’t like to hang around your family too much; when you were here, you were small and shut down. He leaned down to whisper to you.

“I’m not sure how you are keeping yourself together right now. I’m getting frustrated at them cutting you off, and that’s saying something if I get frustrated and you don’t.” You give a light chuckle before responding.

“I’m fine. This happens a lot. It’s just how my family is.” You did your best to not let any feelings of annoyance come out, but Steve could see through you.

“I know you. You’re angry inside, you’re just not showing them.”

Steve was about to ask you if you wanted to escape when Hanna took both of your attentions away.

“You two ever think about marriage?” Steve had just taken a sip of his drink and ended up sort of choking on it. You looked at your sister with shock and a bit of embarrassment.

“Hanna! What the fuck-- I just--” Before you could really get your thoughts together and respond, Mary started talking.

“I remember when Ken got married to Sandra. It was such a pretty wedding. One of the best I’ve been to.”

“Same! It was perfect for you two! That small cafe for the reception was perfect!”

“So what about it, (Y/N)? It’s a simple question,” your dad spoke up. Whenever he spoke up, everyone else shut up. So all eyes were on you when as you attempted to answer this not so simple question.

“Okay. Um… No. We haven’t. We enjoy what we have at the moment. We’re kind of busy doing other things like saving the world or--” Before you could get any further with this awkward family topic, your mom came out of the kitchen.

“Alright everyone, I made dessert. Come in the kitchen and grab a plate for yourself.” With that, everyone made their way to the kitchen, but you stayed seated. Steve moved his chair to start to get up, but then he saw you.

You had your eyes closed and took a couple of deeper breaths. He reached over and put a hand on your knee to make you look at him. Steve hasn’t seen you like this since you first joined the team. You looked at him with a small smile, trying to seem like you were doing okay.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Forgot how draining my family is.” He could see how socially exhausting it was for you to be around your family, but there was something more. Steve knows not to push you though, so he kisses your temple and offers you a hand.

“How about we head out? We can see if your mom would mind us taking some dessert with us, then we can go home, get in our comfy clothes, and just watch a movie.”  You tried to find any sort of joking look in Steve’s face, but he was completely serious.

“I would love that, but I don’t know if my family would let us go.”

“Let you go where?” You both turn around to see Brendon behind you. Apparently he had caught the end of your sentence. You struggled to figure out what to tell him to let you guys leave. Before you got too far, Steve saved the day.

“Yeah. I was just reminding (Y/N) that we have some reports to fill out for tomorrow that we should get back to; duty calls,” Steve said with his stereotypical Captain America smile. It was a lie, but a much needed one. You couldn't be around your family much longer without the continually growing anger inside of you breaking out. 

Thank god for Steve knowing what you needed and stepping in.

You brother just nodded and agreed. The two of you got up and said your goodbyes to your family. Everyone gave you the general, “call more often!” or, “we need to see you more!” that you always heard, but you knew that what they actually wanted was for Steve to stay and chat more.

You were kind of shoved off to the side while your parents were talking to Steve. Your mom was putting some dessert in a tupperware for the two of you. They walked you both out to your car for final goodbyes; there were always an annoying amount of goodbyes.

“You both are welcome back any time! Now, Steve, don’t let (Y/N/N) take all this dessert. It’s her favorite, but she doesn’t need to add on any more pounds!” your mom said. She meant it in a joking manner, but you’d long ago stopped interpreting her “jokes” as jokes. And with how annoyed you were from dealing with family all night, you let out a bit of attitude.

“Wow. Thanks, mom. It’s not like I’ve been training, eating right, and working my ass off as part of the Avengers or anything,” before either of your parents could respond, you kept talking, “Stevie, can you drive? My eyes are starting to hurt.”

“Of course, doll,” he then turned back to your parents with a forced smile on his face, “it was a pleasure meeting you all finally. Thank you for dinner.”

Then you went to your parents for one last hug. Your dad was first, then you went to your mom. As the two of you hugged, she spoke.

“You know I was kidding about that, right?” you pulled away and looked at her.

“I know you meant it to be a joke. But even jokes hurt.” There was a quick pause, your mom opened her mouth to say something, but you spoke over her this time. “I love you. I will try to keep in contact better. Thanks for dinner.” And with that, you got in the car, closed the door, and settled in for the drive home.

~~~~~~~~

You and Steve were about 15 minutes into the drive back to the tower and it was weirdly quiet. You had your eyes closed and focused on taking calming breaths while Steve held your hand in one of his as he drove with the other. Steve turns off the radio and breaks his silence.

“I honestly don’t know how you didn’t explode at your family tonight.” You were surprised by his sudden conversation.

“That’s just how it’s always been. You get used to not speaking unless spoken to, and not expecting to finish all of your sentences when you’re in a family like mine. That’s why it took me a bit to be okay around the team; I wasn’t used to people actually listening to me and letting me speak.”

Steve stole a quick glance at you and saw that you were just staring straight ahead at the road; no tears or anything.

“Well, you are definitely a trooper for dealing with that type of battle. But you’re a badass, so I can see how you survived.” There was a small pause as he thought of something. “You will never have to face your family alone anymore. I’ll be there. And if I ever interrupt or ignore you like that without a valid reason for doing so, you have full permission to slap me.”

You laugh and look at him to see a smile on his face as he looked back to the road. You leaned over and kissed his cheek, he lifted your hand in his to his lips and planted a sweet kiss there.

You hook up your phone to your car’s radio and play some of your favorite songs. The two of you fall back into a silence that is much more comfortable for a majority of the ride back.

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[anythingstephenking]

The newest weight loss craze is… Gypsy curses!

After pounding through (phrasing) The Talisman, it was 10am on a Sunday and the forecast was calling for rain. So I set out to bake some sourdough (it takes 8 hours start to finish, that’s how much I love carbs) and settled in with Thinner.

So Thinner is the book that ended Richard Bachman in 1985. I’ve told the story of my pal, super nerd Steve Brown, but after having read 5 Bachmans, I wish I could find good ol’ Steve and plant a big ol’ kiss right on his lips. If Stevie hadn’t cracked that code for a few more years, I might be in the fetal position with more Bachman to read. Thank you Steve, Thank you.

All said and done, after King was outed and Bachman died of “cancer of the pseudonym” (as King was quoted), Thinner was the last published Bachman for a while. Eventually we’ll get to The Regulators (published in 1996) and it’s twin, Blaze (published in 2007) but we’ve got a long and winding road of books between here and there. And that makes me so very happy.

Like most King, the story begins in his own life. Weighing in one day at 236, his doc told him to lose some weight. I’m speculating that the weight gain had something to do with his alcoholism, but I’m not sure when King stopped drinking and maybe he just liked bread as much as me and Oprah. He lost the weight, but griped that he didn’t have a choice in the matter, and there, the idea for Thinner was born. Why he chose this story to publish as Bachman, I don’t know, but ultimately the similarities of this story to King’s own was too close for ol’ sleuthin’ mc sluetherson, Steve Brown.

To be fair, I didn’t hate Thinner as much as other Bachman novels. It was the first with a supernatural element, which is a plus for me. The protagonist was actually not a terrible dude. Well until the end. Much like  Ben Richards in The Running Man, he was kinda a dick, but not on the same level as, lets say, Barton Dawes or :::shudder::: Charlie Decker.

Billy Halleck is your run of the mill American suburban guy. He lives in Connecticut, is a lawyer, overweight, and has his vices, much like most of us do. His take the form of Doritos and Budweisers. I like bread and white wine. I get it. His wife nags (why does the wife always have to “nag”??) him to eat better, but she doesn’t really ever do much besides scold him. Typical wife stuff. Sigh.

So, Billy wins a big court case and goes out to celebrate. On the way home, his wife gives him a handy while he’s driving. We’ve all been there, right? Just kidding, I haven’t. And he accidentally plows over an old lady who was, to his credit, jaywalking at night.

All of mens downfalls fall squarely on women giving them handys when they’re not suppose to, amiright?

(Fair warning - I don’t always do straight up plot summaries, but I’m going to on this guy and spoil the ending. Fair warning on a 33 year old spoiler.)

So Billy gets off on vehicular manslaughter because he’s a white guy that lives in Connecticut. Seriously. Apparently the Judge grabbed his wife’s tit once at a party and I guess that means he owes Billy one? Jesus Christ. The local police chief testifies Bill was sober, the case is dismissed, and everyone goes back to their TV sets.

Except, the old lady’s dad, who is clocking in at 106 years (seriously, what’s his secret? tell me it’s bread) decides to put a curse on our pal Billy. He places his hand on Billy’s cheek outside the courtroom and whispers…. thinner. Yeah, that’s the name of the book alright.

Now I’m realizing I’m making Billy sound like a monster. And in hindsight maybe he was. But I truly didn’t hate him through this book. He was losing 5lbs a day for weeks, wasting away to nothing. He was scared. I felt bad for him, mostly.

Billy is dropping pounds left and right, and at first everyone around him is amazed. He’s not, as the gypsy’s words linger in his mind and he’s rightfully terrified. But now that he’s thin, his wife wants to have all kinds of hot sex with him and he’s loving every minute of that part. Ok, maybe he is kinda terrible.

Once he starts to look emaciated, he’s off to the doctors and clinics (by order of his nagging wife, of course) which does nothing. He finds out the tit-grabbing judge is slowing turning into a lizard, and the police chief has boils all over his skin. Cool. He’s off in search of the gypsy to take the curse off.

He calls in the help of his mobster friend from New Jersey, who runs an italian restaurant. Can’t make these stereotypes up, folks. They find the gypsies and basically scare the shit of out them until the old man decides to agree to remove the curse. There’s some pretty fun cat-and-mouse and mobster stuff in the back half of this book that help make it a quick read.

The gypsy removes the curse but under one condition - the curse now lives in a pie (serious), and Billy has to make someone eat the pie to pass the curse along. It’s like It Follows, but with pie instead of sex. Give it to the guy from American Pie and kill two birds with one stone I say.

So Billy heads home, to give the pie to his wife. Yup, his nagging wife whose handy was what got him here in the first place. He legit blamed her and thought she deserved to die. This was when I gave up on Billy. I’m not sure what I would do in that situation, but I certainly wouldn’t do that.

Turns our Billy’s daughter (think I forgot to mention her, my bad) comes home early and while Billy is asleep, shares a piece of pie with her mom. Billy awakes to find they’ve both eaten the pie and hates himself. Very little sympathy for ya there bud. The book ends as he lifts the pie plate and takes a bite, sealing his fate with his family. You’re still an asshole, Billy.

First Line: “Thinner” the old Gypsy man with the rotting nose whispered to William Halleck as Halleck and his wife Heidi come out of the courthouse.

Last Line: “Eat hearty” Bill Halleck whispered in the sunny silence of the kitchen, and cut himself a piece of Gypsy pie.

5/10

Adaptations

Good lawd, this movie.

Thinner was made in 1996. By then, there had been 22 original King feature films. TWENTY TWO! That’s not counting sequels, tv movies or short films. Y’all, these were some bad movies. Cat’s Eye. The Running Man. Maximum Overdrive. Children of the Corn. The Mangler. Murky Waters. That last one isn’t actually a King movie, but you don’t know because you haven’t seen any of these. Even I haven’t been able to make myself watch some of these.

The initial fascination after Carrie and The Shining had wained. King’s most successful movies in the 80s - 90s (Stand By Me, Shawshank) were decidedly un-King-like. There were some redeeming tales of horror (Pet Semetery and Misery) but mostly there were a whole lot of turd burgers.

Thinner was made on a modest 17 million budget, and barely made it back at the box office. My favorite part of this story is that the initial screen tests showed that audiences hated the ending, and so they “fixed” it by making it so. much. worse. The movie ends with Billy poisoning his family, then rather than kill himself, he choses to murder his wife’s maybe-lover with the killer pie instead. Great stuff.

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves. This movie features tons of people I know fondly as other characters. Billy is played by who I know as Bart Bass of Gossip Girl fame. He plays Billy with all the subtly and voice acting of Christian Bale’s Batman. He was bad in the book but he’s a monster in the movie; constantly shoving food into his face and calling his wife a bitch. Not getting any sympathy points from me Bart.

The gypsy is played by the dad from My Big Fat Greek Wedding that just wants to spray windex on everything and drink ouzo. I love him! He’s got Billy Crystal in The Princess Bride makeup on and it’s just dreadful. 

The chief is played by Chief Grady from Super Troopers, and his part is small and I can only picture him saying “I’m going to pistol whip the next guy that says shenanigans!”

The only redeeming character is Joe Mantegna as Billy mobster friend, who lays on the New Jersey mobster schtick as smooth as butter.

This movie being made well requires realistic rapid weight loss. Although the guy that played Billy lost 20 pounds for the role, it was not nearly enough to be believable. He spent the first half in a terrible fat suit which I was saddened to learn was made by the same special effects team as Mrs. Doutfire. This guy wasn’t even Tobias Funke as Mrs. Featherbottom believable. The second half of the film prosthetics are applied to make him look skinny but he just looks like droopy dog.

I’d see this movie again as a midnight feature you could yell at and throw popcorn at the screen.

Y’all, I have Skeleton Crew next, which is more short stories. After ranting about bad King movies, I was happy to learn that only one film, Frank Darabont directed The Mist, was birthed from Skeleton Crew. Thank goodness.

[whatever-the-fucky-i-reads]

Imagines

Imagine Bucky remembering you

Imagine Bucky sneaking away from Hydra while on a mission to be with you

Imagine having been experimented on by Hydra along with Bucky so you wind up fighting alongside him when he goes after Steve

Imagine Bucky hogs the bed, and one night he has you right on the edge and you almost fall onto the floor, so you decide to push him back to his side but he rolls over and ends up on the floor

Imagine you and Bucky like each other, but neither of you are doing anything about it, so Natasha makes it her mission to get you together

Imagine Bucky being scared to touch you with his metal arm because he’s afraid he’ll hurt you, so you tell him you know he won’t hurt you and he says ‘I love you’ for the first time

Imagine Bucky staring at you adoringly while you ramble on and on about your favorite show

Imagine Bucky always wanting to be touching you, and getting antsy when he isn’t

Imagine Bucky likes to take photographs of you when you’re not looking, but one day you catch him, and you get embarrassed because you’re in your sweats with messy hair

Imagine being Peggy’s sister and Steve and Bucky thinking you had died in the war, only to find out that you had become a super soldier like Steve

Imagine Bucky walking in on you while you’re only in your underwear

Imagine having a crush on Bucky for the longest time and you finally pluck up the courage to ask him out

Imagine Bucky tracing his fingers along your face to calm and ground himself after a panic attack

Imagine washing Bucky’s hair for him, and he gets all sleepy because it feels so nice

Imagine the Winter Soldier kissing you

Imagine spending Christmas with Bucky and giving him the Sergeant’s cap he wore in the military as a present and as something to help him remember

Imagine being Bucky’s first time before the war

Imagine Bucky trying to get up the courage to confess his feelings to you with Steve coaching him through it

Imagine Bucky teasing you with his metal fingers

Imagine teasing Bucky so much that he begs

Imagine the morning after your first night with Bucky

Imagine having powers and always declining Coulson’s invitations to join the Avengers and even declining when every single Avenger comes along, but agreeing when you meet Bucky, your boyfriend, from the 1940s

Imagine Bucky calling you ‘doll’ one day and surprising both of you, when he’s beginning his recovery

Imagine being Bucky’s first time as the Winter Soldier since coming to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Imagine Bucky proposing to you, and you later find out the ring is made from a piece of metal from his arm

Imagine waking Bucky up with a blowjob

Imagine that while having a shower, Bucky can’t help but look at you with lust and adoration in his eyes

Imagine sharing a bed with Bucky, and cuddling him back to sleep after he has another nightmare

Imagine being Peter Quill’s twin sister and him teasing you and your boyfriend, Bucky, about how you never seem to be able to do anything without being in physical contact

Imagine Bucky being super impressed with you when you take him down during your first training session together

Imagine asking Tony, who is like a dad to you, to give you away at your wedding with Bucky

Imagine when in the 1940s Bucky gets his uniform and you ride him when he’s wearing it and call him ‘Sergeant’ while he basically turns into a hot mess in your hands

Imagine Steve finding you in Bucky’s apartment in Bucharest, resulting in Bucky being very protective over you as the fight between him and the police begins

Imagine Bucky teaching you Romanian

Imagine bathing Bucky after a particularly damaging mission even though he could do it himself, but every time he moves he hisses or grunts in pain and you step in and wash his hair and body

Imagine it being the last night before Bucky goes to war

Imagine Bucky having a hard time containing his jealousy and insecurities when he sees you with other, “better” men

Imagine Bucky having a huge crush on you and whenever you’re in a room with him he can barely get a word out

Imagine Steve and Sam constantly teasing Bucky about that lost-in-puppy-love look he apparently gets whenever you’re around

Imagine being a lot smaller than Bucky and every time he kisses you he wraps his arms around you and picks you up a bit

Imagine joking around with Wanda that you have a ‘language kink’ and your boyfriend, Bucky, overhears the conversation

Imagine Bucky binge watching Doctor Who after he finds out it’s your favorite show because he wants to have more to talk to you about

Imagine Bucky surprising you with a trip to see the Northern lights

Imagine falling for Bucky while he’s still in hiding

Imagine your boyfriend, Bucky, singing you Russian lullabies to help you fall asleep

Imagine you and Bucky are unknowingly soulmates and when he goes into stasis you find that you can communicate with him in your dreams

Imagine being on Steve’s side even though Tony is your brother and Tony gets angry at you for siding with him, then he finds out that you like Bucky

Imagine you accidentally get sent back in time to 1940′s Brooklyn, thanks to something you were helping Tony work on, and you meet Bucky

Imagine introducing Bucky to video games

Imagine hot, steamy sex with Bucky during the summer

Imagine watching horror movies with Bucky just to have an excuse to snuggle close to him

Imagine being Tony’s baby sister and you were in the car with Howard and your mom when The Winter Soldier killed them

Imagine being the lead scientist on the team in charge of removing the Winter Soldier programming from Bucky’s brain

Imagine Bucky confessing his feelings for you the night before he goes to war

Imagine being Pierce’s daughter and meeting the Winter Soldier in your house every night, slowly creating a bond between each other

Imagine being a nurse during WWII and tending to Bucky’s wounds

Imagine giving Bucky his first blowjob

Imagine Bucky flirting with other girls just to make you jealous because the only girl he cares about is you

Imagine the Winter Soldier always protecting you because you were his girlfriend from the ‘40s

Imagine Bucky gently caressing your breasts during your first time

Imagine the Winter Soldier telling his teammates not to hurt you during a mission because you’re his

Imagine Bucky being astonished by your beauty when you arrive at one of Tony’s parties

Imagine returning home after a long day and finding Steve and Bucky in your room because you secretly have powers

Imagine the Winter Soldier abducting you

Imagine overhearing Bucky talking to Steve about you and saying you’re really pretty

Imagine being an Avenger on Team Cap and you went through something similar to Bucky with Hydra

Imagine post Winter Soldier Bucky taking your virginity

Imagine being Pierce’s daughter and Bucky likes watching you sleep when he comes to your house by night

Imagine being Bucky’s girlfriend, who is also Tony’s daughter, and you’re on Tony’s side during the war

Imagine you were Bucky’s girlfriend from the ‘40s, and now that he’s The Winter Soldier he has to kill you

Imagine having a mutation that allows you to subtly manipulate people’s emotions and you’re the one to calm Bucky

Imagine the Winter Soldier falling for you

Imagine that every time you kiss, Bucky firmly grabs your hips and you love it

Imagine watching Game of Thrones with Bucky and him calling you his ‘Khaleesi’

Imagine being from Italy and an Avenger, and your boyfriend, Bucky, loves hearing you speak Italian

Imagine being a Hydra experiment with a fire controlling power and Bucky being very close to you because he has a crush on you

Imagine being Bucky’s first boyfriend since TWS and bonding over the fact that you two were both experimented on by Hydra

Imagine being on different sides in Civil War and dying in Bucky’s arms

Imagine being on Bucky’s side in Civil War

Imagine being a new avenger and bonding rapidly with Bucky because of you both being ex-Hydra experiments

Imagine being a SHIELD agent and infiltrating Hydra to save Bucky

Imagine calming Bucky after a nightmare

Imagine escaping Hydra with Bucky

Imagine being a super soldier like Steve and Bucky remembers you when you found him after Hydra

Imagine spending New Year’s Eve with Bucky for the first time

Imagine taking Bucky under your wing after you found him escaping Hydra