#avenegrs fanfiction

[anika-ann]

Panenka (Little Doll)

Type: One-shot, Reader Insert               Word count: 2010

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Reader, Steve Rogers (mentioned)

Summary: After a traumatic experience, you know you have to crawl out of your shell eventually; an Avengers gala to attend with Bucky looks like a perfect opportunity. But healing is a process through which everyone has to go through at their own pace.

Warnings: mentions of a past sexual assault (not graphic), brief but graphic description of violence, angst and fluff, swearing

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A/N: Eh. First time writing Bucky, not sure if it turned out right. But I just heard the song after a long time and it… came to me. The song is Czech and I took the liberty to loosely translate the lyrics. They are incredibly strong to me, but I understand it you don’t want to listen to the song for it is folk/country.

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Co skrýváš za víčky  a plameny svíčky, snad houf bílých holubic nebo jen žal?   (What is it your eyelids hide behind the candlelight a flock of white doves or nothing but sorrow?)

Tak odplul ten prvý,  den zmáčený krví, ani pouťovou panenku nezanechal. (And so floats away the day one a day soaked in blood and didn’t left as much as a little doll from a fair.)

Bucky sees you sitting at the mirror and as hard as he tries… he can’t figure it out. He doesn’t think there are words in any language known to man that would describe how beautiful you are in his eyes.

Your hair is not styled complicatedly, loose strands twirling freely, only few of them half-heartedly pinned to the back of your head; the rest is cascading down your nape and shoulder blades, just like your scarlet-coloured gown cascades down your enticing body. One of your hands – the dominant one – is still in a splint, restraining your movements, but you have put your make-up on with ease as if you have done it thousand times before, applying lipstick now, the last touch to your perfection.

Sometimes, Bucky looks at you and is immensely grateful for breathing being an autonomic function, because he forgets how to do so on his own, air caught in his throat like right now when you stand up straight, casting a glance his direction, catching him staring through the door opened ajar. And you smile; once again, he is reminded how breath-taking you are, even when the smile on your lips doesn’t reach your eyes.

He hasn’t seen a real smile of yours for weeks now and a flare of rage ignites in his chest, quickly put out as you open the door fully, your gaze glued to his face.

Your eyes appear less hollow than the first day they got you back, back from the hellhole where your captors---they—God, Bucky can’t stand even thinking about it, not now, not when you are supposed to attend a gala together. Your first public appearance since your mission going awry, since the intel leak, since your cover being blown, since- stop!

Bucky can’t take his eyes off of you and smiles gingerly, not even hesitating to pay you a compliment despite words never seeming like enough to describe what his mind can barely grasp, a beauty so exquisite he wonders if it was created by angels themselves. A beauty of a body, a magnificence of a soul.

“You’re… stunning. So beautiful, doll,” he whispers, uncertain why he can’t make himself to speak at normal volume; perhaps he’s worried he’d set off another waterfall, tears you have cried for days, ones of regret, sorrow and anger; tears you wished for no one to see, not even him. 

Otevři oči, ty uspěchaná, dámo uplakaná. Otevři oči, ta hloupá noc končí, a mír je mezi náma. (Open your eyes, you, always rushing, my lady with a face stained with tears open your eyes; this stupid night is to end and there’s nothing but peace between us.)

There’s a spark of emotion on your face at his words, something real, something Bucky tries to hold onto, swallowing his guilt and ache for later to come out.

Bucky sees you, standing tall, your chin raised in pride, strong and unshakable, ready to face everyone who knew what happened-- and as hard as he tries… he can’t figure it out. He doesn’t think there are words in any language known to man that would describe how brave you are in his eyes.

“Thank you,” you respond in same fashion, beckoning towards the door. “Shall we?”

For the first time, he notices that your lips in fact quiver a little, your smile crooked from how you force it to stay firm. It causes him to hesitate, but he doesn’t yield, doesn’t make the choice for you. As long as you feel ready to walk out and face the vultures of whom at least one will make an inappropriate comment – because of course they will – he will stand by your side. You need to make the decision, pacing your healing by yourself.

He thinks you’re crazy to be honest, crazy to silence the voices no doubt yelling in your head, but that doesn’t diminish his admiration for you, not even a fraction.

Bucky knows what it feels like; he can’t fully comprehend how exactly you feel after what happened, but he can understand to an extent. He knows what it’s like to be violated, what it’s like to be stripped of all dignity and have nothing left but shame and the ever-present urge to rub your own skin clean until it bleeds and washes the past away.

Bucky has never been… violated that way, but God, does it make him furious and does it burn, an all-consuming flame of rage.

And it certainly isn’t because of the lack of intimacy between the two of you as a consequence of what they have done to you, it’s not the idea of someone else touching you, though that would be maddening enough, it’s not even the nights he has been spending on the couch; it’s the fact you shrink in fear from any unexpected touch, it’s the idea of someone putting their hands on you against your will and it’s the nights he’s woken up at your screams loud enough to make your throat raw and sore.

But here you are, reaching for the pumps ready by the door; slipping one on, you struggle with the other-- and then he sees it; the tremble in your hands, the tear glistening in the corner of your eye.

You cry out in frustration when you have to steady yourself against the wall and his heart breaks. He’s a step from you in an instant; ready to support you, ready to-- to do anything to be honest. Anything to ease the burden laid on you.

Dropping the shoe with a huff and losing the other too, you hide your face in your hands, your palms doing nothing to muffle your choked sob and Bucky’s hands ball in fists.

Images of blood, screams and pathetic begging fill his mind and all he can think of is that he didn’t punch hard enough, didn’t break nearly enough bones, didn’t take enough time to cut the bastards open, to make them suffer so they wanted to slit their own throats only to end the misery he brought upon them-- had they been still able to hold a knife in their shattered fingers. He didn’t put them through nearly enough pain to make up for yours.

Your erratic breathing snaps him from his dark daydream, just in time to witness your knees buckle, your legs on the verge of failing you.

He’s reaching out before he realizes what he’s doing and stops himself hovering an inch from your skin.

“I’m… I’m going to touch you, alright?” he says, a warning and an offer and the tinniest hint of a nod is all he needs before he’s curling a gentle hand around your forearm.

To his utter shock, you spin on your heels and bury your face in his chest, clinging to him for the first time in weeks. 

Bucky isn’t certain whether his heart cracks or melts.

He feels you, a shivering sobbing mess in his arms, and as hard as he tries… he can’t figure it out. He doesn’t think there are words in any language known to man that would describe how strong you are in his eyes despite drenching his suit jacket in tears.

  Už si oblékni šaty, i řetízek zlatý,  a umyj se půjdeme na karneval.  (Go on, dress up at last wear a necklace of gold and clean up real nicely; we’re to attend a ball.)

A na bílou kůži, ti napíšu tuží, že dámou jsi byla a zůstáváš dál. (And on your snow-white skin in ink I will write that you’ve been a lady and remain one still.)

His lips brush your hair and another sob – more of a hick-up maybe – escapes your lips pressed together, and you shake your head, pushing with your hands against his chest and he lets you even if you use barely any force.

He hates it; he hates seeing you like this, he hates the whole fucking world for hurting you and he hates himself for being so fucking useless.

You wipe away the tears and grit your teeth, reaching for your pumps once more and slip into both of them with ease this time, despite your feet quivering in them, despite your whole body shaking.

“We gotta go, come on-“

“Doll,” he addresses you, trying so damn hard to sound gentle when all he wants is to scream, not because he’s angry with you, with your stubbornness, but because- because— GODDAMMIT! “Doll, we don’t-“

“I promised I’d go. I have to go-”

Throwing caution to the wind when you actually reach for the handle, legs unsteady like a Bambi trying to stand up for the first time, he curls his fingers around yours and pulls you away from the door.

“What the-“

“You don’t have to do anything. Okay? No obligation. If you want to go, I’ll follow, always, but I-“

“I do want to go!” you snap, possibly aiming for a firm voice and missing my miles as it comes out like a whimper instead. “I just need to do something normal, I need to show them that I’m fine—I- I promised Steve a dance-“

A wet chuckle escapes Bucky despite his inner turmoil, despite his insides twisting in rage and pain; of course you promised that punk a dance. You’d do anything for his pretty eyes, you always say that and then you proceed to kiss Bucky, because he gets all growly in mock jealousy-

You’re shaking your head, new tears rolling down and ruining your perfect make-up and Bucky doesn’t know what to do but to embrace you again, a loose cage you could easily escape should you want to. But you only curl up against him, arms winding around his waist and he sighs, trying and possibly failing at pouring all of his love into one single hug.

“-I just want normal. I want to dance. I- I-“

A smile spreads on Bucky’s lips as your voice turns less desperate and more resigned, longing, wistful even. You were not going anywhere tonight, that was for certain, and that was alright. He would tell Friday to let the others know, all in the good time.

He caresses the length of your hair, his flesh hand cupping your cheek and sliding two fingers under your chin, carefully guiding you to look up at his face. Even with your mascara and eyeliner smeared, black paths from your tears running down your cheeks, you take his breath away.

“You wanna dance, doll?” he asks, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips and you shake your head with a bitter chuckle, probably at the image of the two of you, a mess made in heaven, showing up at the party. “We can dance.”

 Otevři oči, ty uspěchaná,  dámo uplakaná.  Otevři oči,  ta hloupá noc končí,  a mír je mezi náma. (Open your eyes, you, always rushing, my lady with a face stained with tears open your eyes; this stupid night is to end  and there’s nothing but peace between us.)

“Yeah…?”

You look at him and he swears his heart stops for a moment. Why does his chest always feel so tight when your eyes lock with his, hopeful, kind and vulnerable?

“Yeah,” he confirms softly. “You can save Steve his dance for another time. It’s just you and me tonight.”

Realization, tender and grateful, shines from your eyes and for the first time in weeks, Bucky believes that what he sees is a hint of happiness, the first ray of hope that you are on your way to recovery and he actually contributes to it. He readjusts his hold on you so you could sway at least and there’s an honest curve to your lips; this time, he’s certain his heart melts and his chest swells with pride and hope that he is worthy of you.

Bucky feels you, content in his arms if only for a moment and as hard as he tries… he can’t figure it out. He doesn’t think there are words in any language known to man that would describe how precious you are in his eyes.

Words that would describe how much he loves you.

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Marvel masterlist  

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Thank you very much for reading! (Feedback always appreciated.)

[winterblizzrose]

Loki stans

[lilxberry]

Wanda Crushing On You:

HEADCANON

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral Reader

(A/N: I’ve used Slovakian in replacement of Sokovian ‘cause, y’know, that shit kinda don’t exist)

• She would get super flustered around you

• Blushing all cute and shit

• Wanda would be hella shy and quiet when your around

• You constantly compliment how she looks and she turns 50 shades *wink wonk* darker

• You call her accent cute ALL THE TIME

• She stutters around you a lot

       • Her voice raises in volumes and becomes 10 octaves higher

        • “Hey Wand, can you hand me the salt?”

        • “HUH-W-WHAT-Y-YEAH. D-D-DEFINITELY. HERE! WANT M-MY SHIRT TOO?” *cue nervous bouts of giggles and hastily exit*

        • ‘She didn’t even give me the salt...’

• Most of the Avengers tease her about her crush whilst you’re oblivious to it

• Most of it definitely coming from Pietro, Natasha and Clint

        • “Sister, you’re in love.”

        • “Don’t test me, Piet.”

• Everyone sort of comes up with a plan to get you two together

        • Even Steve is here for this shit, he loves the idea of you guys together

• She is super precious baby who you always watch over and protect out in the field

• Whenever she’s injured, you take it upon yourself to make sure she’s okay, sometimes clearing her injuries yourself if they aren’t that bad

• She always blushes when you do from the close proximity and the fact that you care so much

        • “Your face is really red. Do you have a fever or something coming? I can ask Fury to cancel any missions for the week, if you’d like?”

        • “N-n-no, I-I’m fine. I p-p-promise!”

• She always sits next to you

        • On the way to missions

        • On the way back from missions

        • At meals

        • During parties

• She especially loves sitting next to you during movie nights

        • It’s super cosy y’all

•She eventually confesses her feelings to you when you were seriously injured during a mission for her

•Only after you confess to her first

        • “You’re an idiot, Y/N! Why would you do that?!”

        • “Because I love you, Princeznà.” (princess)

• She literally beamed the biggest fucking smile when she realised you had been learning Sokovian for her

        • “I love you, too, Môj hrdina.” (my hero)

• Everyone freaked when you two got together

• You two became a seriously bad ass duo out on the field since she had become less flustered when talking to you

• Ya still make her hella blush though

        • And you LOVE it 

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First headcanon for Marvel down baby!!

It obviously had to be for Wanda as I am actually in love with her

I had fun with writing this so I hope you enjoy

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

[trans-fanboy]

[peter-parkourwrites]

fic announcement i guess??

hi guys!! I'm slowly getting back into writing again, and I’ve just recently begun watching titans, and discovered a love for dc so once my requests are open (which I promise will be soon!!) I will also be taking requests for dc fics as well. mainly Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, and Older Damian Wayne. I am going to attempt to finish some ongoing fics I currently have up right now. However I think I am going to redo heartbreak summer. I’m just not feeling it completely anymore and want to change it up a bit. That being said a new over the love part is coming out soon so stay tuned for that! there's only a few more parts left because I just want to finish it at this point. I need to get my blog on track and revamp it a bit. also please please let me know if you guys like the rose with metal thorns because I love it but if you guys aren’t interested in it then I won't continue to upload it on here anymore. 

Thank you for listening, love you all mmmmwah 

[underoosparkerr]

Forever and Always- Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis- Peter fucked up and wants to apologize, but the reader's having none of his shit.

Word Count- 580

Warnings- Swearing and cheating

A/N- I've never written a fanfic in my life, so I feel like I'm really stepping out of my comfort zone, but then I thought "what the hell, why not". So enjoy I guess and I apologize in advance for my crap writing.

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You had never felt this type of pain before. 

Yeah, you had broken a few bones when you were younger and scraped your knees a few times, but this was new.

 This was emotional pain.

Pain that ripped you apart with an ache that burned with such intensity, it felt like you were on fire. 

Peter had cheated on you.  

The one person you trusted and loved more than anything, cheated on you. He had taken your heart, and shattered it. The thoughts running through your head in the past couple of days were filled with confusion, hurt, and most importantly rage.

You never wanted to see Peter Parker again and that's what you told him. Screamed at him, when you saw him and Liz Allan making out on his living room couch. Yet here he was standing in the doorway of your family's apartment.

"What do you want?" The malice in your voice, causing Peter to flinch back slightly.

"To apologize, I never meant for this to happen Y/N" Peter said.

"For what to happen Peter? You cheating on me? Or me finding out?!"

"I- He took a breath of defeat "I don't know anymore." 

Your grip on the front door became so tight, you thought it would break. "What the fuck do you mean you don't know! You come to my house wanting to apologize, and you don't even know what you're apologizing for!?"

Peter's head hung low with guilt before giving you a saddened gaze.

"I'll tell you what you should be apologizing for. Breaking my heart, breaking my trust and breaking my goddamn confidence. That's what you should be apologizing for!"

"Look Y/N, I'm sorry! Our relationship was slowly falling apart. You knew it, and I knew it. Liz was there, okay! She was fucking there for me!" Peter's voice raised slowly as he tried to defend his choices.

"She was there for you?"

"Peter, you gotta be fucking kidding me! Was she there for you when your dumbass broke your arm on the playground when we were 12? Was she there for you when Uncle Ben died? Was she there for you when your whole world felt like it was going to shit and crumbling right before you?!" You yelled at him, anger coursing through.

Peter looked at you, tears rimming his eyes.

"I'm- you cut him off.

"No. She was never there. It has always been me. I've always been there for you, through thick and thin. And this is how you appreciate me Peter! By cheating on me? I never asked you for much! All I wanted from you was love Peter! Love!" 

"I'm so sorry Y/N. I love you so much. I never wanted it to end this way and I never wanted to hurt you." Peter was crying now, tears cascading down. 

"You should've thought about that before you cheated on me." You had stopped yelling and the anger had turned into tears. 

Reaching behind your neck, you unclasped the necklace he had given you on your one year anniversary. "Forever and always" it  read. You gave it one last spiteful look, the words etched into the golden locket left a bitter taste in your mouth. 

"Forever and always never lasts that long does it." You whispered, shoving the locket at Peter.

You slammed the door and slid to the bottom of the floor sobbing.

"Forever and always, Y/N. That's how long I'll love you." Peter had said.

He lied.

[greyelfsworld]

Remember this face?

Yes that's Steves ''I'm gonna burn everything down'' face!

[boilerevans]

A Waiting Game

Summary: Carrington Price was a small-town girl with a big dream. She just didn’t think it could become real life.

Pairing: Chris Evans / Original Character

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s Note: Short smut scene. If you’re interested in becoming part of the taglist, comment of message me. :)

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

“Attention passengers. We are now descending into Glasgow International Airport. The time is now 5:38. It is partly cloudy and six degrees. Enjoy the rest of your Wednesday.”  

Carrington turns the airplane mode off on her phone and immediately checks her weather app. 43°F. Not that bad. About the same as home. She sends a text to Cooper to let him know she made it.  

Stepping outside, the air is wet. A slight drizzle falls from the sky. While in baggage claim, she decides to text Chris.  

Carrington: I landed.  

The ease of the airport surprises her. No problems with her passport. No problem with her work visa. No lost bags. A cab pulls up to the door as she goes back outside.  

“Hi.” The woman says as Carrington gets in.  

“Hi. Here’s the address.” Carrington hands the woman a piece of paper from her wallet.  

Her phone vibrates.  

Chris: I’m glad you made it  

Carrington: I just realized I forgot to exchange my money.

Chris: I can cover it

She rolls her eyes and looks out the window.  

“So where is it that you’re going?”  

“I’m an intern on a film. They’re shooting her for the next two weeks I believe.”  

“Gotcha.”  

Chris: When will you be here? I can meet you at the gate.

“How long will it take to get there?” She asks.

“Traffic isn’t bad. Maybe 20 minutes.”  

Carrington texts Chris back and goes back to the window. The sun is hidden behind a cloud and she could see the city in the distance. Her eyes kept falling from her sleepless flight. Before she knows it, the car parks and rain is falling from the sky.  

“It’s gonna be 25.” The driver says looking at Carrington in the rearview mirror.  

Carrington looks up through the front window and sees Chris’s figure standing by the gate, an umbrella in his hand.  

“Give me just a second. I have to go get the money from him.”  

She runs out of the car and into the rain. She ducks her head under the umbrella.

“Hello.” Chris smiles.

“It’s 25.”  

He hands the umbrella to Carrington and gets his wallet out of his back pocket.  

“Here’s 30.”  

Carrington runs back to the car and the woman rolls the window down.

“Is that your boyfriend?” She asks, taking the money.

“Um.” She looks back at Chris, “Kind of.”  

The trunk of the car opens and Carrington quickly grabs her bag. As she makes her way back to the gate, it opens. Her and Chris walk through and he covers her head with the umbrella again.  

“How was your flight?” He asks and pulls her body into his.

“I didn’t get any sleep. Listened to a lot of music and got some journaling done.”  

“I made dinner for you.”  

Carrington looks up at Chris and smiles.  

“Thank you.”  

“We can drop off your bag at your trailer and then we can come back to mine.”  

“That sounds great. But I’m not staying over.”  

When they make it back to Chris’s trailer, dinner is sitting on the table. There’s a platter with grilled chicken and veggies.  

“Oh, so you’re a health nut.” Carrington jokes sitting at the table.  

“It takes hard work to keep up a body like this.”  

“Wow. You are such a dick.” She laughs.  

Chris stands at the edge of the table and serves them both. He then leans down closer to Carrington.  

“Can I help you?” She asks.

“Give me a kiss.” He smiles.  

She smiles back and reaches up towards him. His hand reaches the back of her neck and pulls her closer to him. The connection between them brings the familiar heat to each other’s lips. Carrington pulls away first.  

“Can we please eat first?” She asks, her hand holding onto his forearm.  

“Of course, we can.”

Chris sits down across from her and smiles. They begin having casual conversation, talking about the next few weeks of filming and travel. The minutes turn to hours as their familiar chemistry develops once again. Carrington feels her eyes start to become heavy.  

“Do you want to stay here?” Chris asks.

“I shouldn’t but I will.”  

He gets up and takes their plates to put them in the sink.

“And why not?”  

“I’ve already invaded your space enough.” She sighs, also getting up from the table.  

Chris walks up to her and puts a hand on her waist.  

“I want you here. I promise.”  

Carrington steps up to him and rests her head on his chest. He kisses the top of her head and rubs his fingers along the small of her back. He eventually takes his hands away from her.

“Come with me, the beds back here.”

As Carrington follows behind, she admires Chris’s figure. His broad shoulder, his nice legs, that tiny little ass. She chuckles and Chris turns to look at her.

“What do want to sleep in?” He asks as he begins to remove his shoes.  

“Just a t-shirt is fine.”  

Chris bends over to get into a drawer and then throws her a shirt. She picks it up and throws it back at him.  

“That’s not gonna work.”  

“Why not?” He asks, scrunching his eyebrows.  

“Chris. That’s a Pats shirt. I’m from Indy.”  

“Oh. Well. Get over yourself.” He gives her smile.  

Carrington begins to undress, leaving only her underwear on.  

“You could just sleep like that.” Chris says.  

“Will you please just give me a different shirt?”

He grins and tosses her another one. She puts it over her head, the hem hitting her just above the thigh. Carrington sits down on to the bed and watches Chris as he undresses. The hair on his chest seemed a little thicker than the last time she saw him. His boxers seemed just tight enough, but still comfortable. He puts on a pair of thin, plaid pajama pants and then to put on a shirt.  

“Could you, um, leave the shirt off?” She asks, “Your skin is so warm.”

Chris gives a smirk and puts the shirt back into a drawer. As he reaches to pull back the covers, Carrington gets off the bed to pull them back on her side. They both get into the bed and find a comfortable spot. After a few minutes of silence, Chris reaches over and turns off the lamp.  

“Okay get over here.” Chris says.  

Carrington feels the fabric of the sheet move as Chris moves his arm. She scoots over to nuzzle herself into his side. She places her head on his shoulder and a hand on his chest. Chris wraps his arm around her and rubs his thumb on her arm.  

“I’m glad you’re here.” He whispers.  

Carrington smiles and begins running her finger tips across his chest.  

“So am I.”  

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Carrington wakes up and immediately feels the jet lag. She slowly gets out of bed, trying not to wake Chris. She leaves Chris’s shirt on and slides her pants on from the day before. She leaves the trailer and quietly shuts the door behind her.  

As she walks to her trailer, she checks her phone. A few texts from Cooper, weather is cloudy and 39 degrees Fahrenheit. Time, 06:48. With all the time before filming, she decides to go for a run.  

She puts on leggings and an Army hoodie with her hair in a high ponytail. Stepping out of her trailer, she sees the sun rising in the distance. She does a few stretches before putting in her earbuds and taking off on a jog.  

Carrington pushes play and her running playlist begins. In Atlanta, she hadn’t had the time to go on a run. But this felt much needed. As she turned the corner of the lot, she saw the sun rising in the distance. Carrington picks up her pace as the tempo increases in the song. She goes around the large building and then heads back to the trailers.  

Before going to her own trailer, she decides to go back to see Chris. She quietly opens the door and shuts it behind her. As she makes her way back to the bedroom, she hears the shower running. Carrington goes up to the small bathroom and quickly opens up the door.

“What the fuck!” Chris exclaims.

Carrington hunches over laughing.  

“Are you serious?” Chris chuckles.  

“You should have seen your face.” Carrington says through her laughter.  

“There is soap, in my eye.”  

Chris puts his face into the spraying water. While he does this, Carrington begins to undress and then gets into the small shower with him. She runs her hands down his back and wraps her arms around his waist.

“Well hello there.”  

Chris turns around and Carrington looks up at him.  

“Let’s go on a date.” He says to her.

Carrington sighs and moves her way under the water. She turns around to face him while she gets her hair wet.  

“No.” She says flatly.

“Why not?” Chris asks, his hands tracing the outline of her body.

Carrington begins to wash her hair and trades places with Chris again.  

“Jennifer practically threatened my internship. Plus, you haven’t exactly said what’s happening between you and Jenny.” She turns back around to rinse out her hair.

“Carrington. Hey look at me.”  

“What Chris?”  

The tension between them is thick. Their eyes don’t leave each other.  

“Jenny and I are no longer together.”

"And you’re not going to get back together again?”

“Right now, I’m focused on you and only you.”

Carrington quickly finished showering and got out to dry off. By the time she had gotten dressed, Chris was out of the shower too.  

“So why did you have a date with Jenny before you came here?” Carrington asks him once he comes around the corner.  

“How do you know about that?” He asks and sits next to her on the bed.  

“Jesus, I sound like a psycho.” Carrington lays back on the bed.

Chris lays back next to her. They turn their heads and face each other.  

“We met up to officially call it quits. And you aren’t a psycho. You’re just taking precautions.”  

Carrington checks the time on her phone.

“I’m gonna go back to my trailer. I’ll see you at the set meeting.”  

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“Now that was a waste of time.”  

Carrington looks up from her notebook. Anthony Mackie stands next to her.  

“How is it right for them to make up get up early and then say we’re gonna night film.”  

“Didn’t you read the script beforehand?” Carrington asks.

“You did?” He asks.

“I couldn’t sleep on the flight over. Figured I’d be ahead of the game.”  

“I’m Anthony by the way.”  

“Yeah, I’m aware.” Carrington chuckles and puts a hand out. “I’m Carrington, the production intern.”  

“Oh, you’re Chris’s girl. I saw you running this morning.”

Around this time, Chris notices Carrington after searching for her the entire meeting. He feels his heart clinch as he sees Carrington’s smile as she talks to Mackie. Chris makes his was across the room towards them.  

“I’m not his girl.” She smirks.  

“Oh, so then why did you stay in his trailer if you have your own?” He questions and crosses his arm.  

“Mackie, don’t mess with her.” Chris says, putting a hand on Anthony’s shoulder.  

“Evans. Mind your business.” She says.

Chris gives her a smug look. Anthony chuckles.  

“I like her. She’s good.” Mackie says, slapping Chris’s shoulder. “Chris, you wanna come lift today.”  

“I will.” Carrington says.

“You lift?” Anthony chuckles.  

“Trust me she lifts.” Chris says.

Carrington and Anthony both look at Chris and then at each other. She then begins to walk away back to the trailer.  

“Carrington wait up.” Chris says running after her.  

“What Chris?” She stops.  

“I didn’t mean for that to sound how it did.”

“It’s fine.” Carrington begins walking again.

Chris picks up his pace and walks beside her.  

“Just one date. That’s all I’m asking.”

“I’m not losing this opportunity just for some guy.”  

“Do you really think I’m just some guy?” He says, just loud enough for her to hear.

She stops and turns to look at him. His hands now in his pockets. Carrington sighs. She takes her hand and moves a piece of hair from his eye line.  

“One date. Make it count.”  

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Carrington is woken up by a hard knocking at the door. She quickly gets off the couch and runs through her trailer. She opens the door and there stands Anthony Mackie.  

“Are you stalking me?” She asks, squinting at the bright sky.  

“No,” he chuckles. “I was coming to see if you wanted to come lift.”

“Oh. Yes. Right now?”  

Mackie nods.  

“You can come inside. I’ll be just a sec.”  

He slowly follows her into the small trailer. Carrington goes back to the bedroom and shuts the door behind her. While she digs through her bag to find clothes, Anthony sits on the couch and texts Chris.  

Anthony: With your girl, meet us at the gym.

Carrington comes out of the bedroom. She now wears an Army long sleeve shirt and a pair of green sweatpants. In her hand is a pair of Nikes and sits on the couch to put them on.  

“Were you in the military?” Anthony asks me.

“Oh, no. Uh, my dad was in Vietnam.”  

“So, he was really old when your parents had you?” He jokes.

The pair gets up and start to leave.  

“Not really old, but yes older.” She chuckles

Carrington follows beside Anthony as they walk in between trailers. There’s what appears to be a garage behind a building that Carrington remembers seeing earlier in the morning.  

“I told Chris we were headed over here. But he hasn’t responded.”  

They walk into the building through a door on the side and Anthony switches on the lights. The floor is covered in black matting and the walls are painted a dull grey. It looks like any other home gym, but much more expensive. Carrington walks over to the garage door and pushes a button to open it.  

“Do you want to control the music?” Anthony asks from the stereo set up.  

“Anything from the 70s is what I typically listen to. Mostly classic rock.”  

“I can work with that.”  

Carrington connects her phone to the speaker and shuffles her playlist from the morning. As she is hidden behind the wall, she slips off her sweats and reveals spandex shorts. The song plays loudly through the speakers and Carrington begins stretching.  

Chris is now walking towards the gym and the sun begins to shine. As he gets closer, he sees Carrington walking up to the squat rack. She ducks underneath the bar and keeps her head down as she adjusts her shoulders and hands. Chris leans against the doorway and nods at Mackie.  

Carrington quickly flips her head back and her hair falls over the bar. Chris admires how her body quickly moves and gracefully lifts the weight down and back up again. She does this a few more times and then reracks the bar.  

Chris walks over to her and puts a hand on her shoulder. Before he can say anything, Carrington quickly turns around and pokes a finger into Chris’s chest.  

“I'm like evil, I get under your skin, just like a bomb that's ready to blow.” She sings along to the song with a grin on her face.  

“Hi.” Chris chuckles.  

Carrington places a kiss on his cheek and then moves around him. She goes to one side of the squat rack and begins to change the weights. Chris goes to the opposite side and changes them to match. He takes a step back and Carrington walks over to his side.  

“What is that 150?”  

“165. Did you graduate high school?” She looks up at him.  

“You can lift that?” He asks.

“I’ve done 200 before.”  

Chris takes a step back and looks at her through squinted eyes.  

“What?” Carrington chuckles, and reaches up to tighten her ponytail.

“I’m just trying to figure out where that tiny body of yours gets all that power.”  

Carrington walks back under the bar and gets in place again. Carrington unracks the bar and begins with her lift. Anthony walks up to Chris.

“Does she need a spot?” Anthony asks.  

Carrington does about three more reps gracefully before reracking.

“I think that’s a no.” Chris replies.

“Come on Chris. Show me what you got.” Carrington smiles.

“Well let’s move it to like the basic 135.”  

Carrington rolls her eyes and walks away from the squat rack. Chris and Anthony switch around the plates. The music changes from rock to rap quickly. The men quickly turn their heads to where Carrington is by the speaker.  

“Okay where did that come from?” Mackie asks.  

“I listen to certain music when I lift and run and different music when I do petty shit.”  

Carrington walks across the room to where the dumbbells and kettlebells are sitting.  

“What’s petty shit?” Chris asks, as he starts to stretch.  

“Watching you lift a small amount while I do kettlebell swings.”  

“You can quit it with the sass.”  

Chris walks over to Carrington. She folds her arms and Chris does the same. Carrington takes a step closer to him and looks up at him.  

“Make me.” She says.

Chris swiftly wraps his arms around her and squeezes her tightly. Carrington begins laughing.

“Watch me.” He says.  

Carrington quickly stops squirming and laughing. She looks up at Chris with wanting eyes.  

“Later.” Carrington says and falls out of Chris’s arms.  

Chris and Carrington only stay for about another hour before the tension between them becomes too thick. They quickly walk back to the trailers together. Chris holding Carrington’s shoes, while she holds her sweats.

“So your place or mine?” Carrington asks.

“Mine is closer.”  

“Perfect.”  

When they make it to the trailer, Chris opens up the door and Carrington swiftly walks up the steps. Carrington puts her sweats on the couch and the shoes get placed on the counter.  

“Did you lock the door?” Carrington asks walking up to Chris.

“Yes sweetheart .”  

Carrington takes Chris’s hands and places them on her waist. Their lips meet and they melt into each. After only a few kisses, Chris moves his hands down Carrington’s body. His hands follow the curve of her rear just to the top of her thighs. He swiftly picks her up and Carrington wraps her legs around Chris’s waist. Chris walks them to the bedroom as Carrington begins to kiss his neck.

“How much time do we have before you have to get ready for shooting?” She asks.  

Chris grabs out of his sweatpants and checks the time. A big smile crosses his face.  

“I’ve got all kinds of time for you baby.” He whispers as he sits her down on the bed. “Arms up.”

She raised her arms up and Chris takes her shirt off for her. This leaves her in a gray sports bra. Carrington’s body falls back onto the bed and she scoots back. Chris positions himself in between Carrington’s legs. He begins by kissing her shoulder and then working his way down the middle of her chest.  

The feeling of his beard sends a shiver through her body. As his lips reach her stomach, Chris pulls away. He grabs onto the top of her shorts and pulls them down off of her.  

“Carr?”  

She sits up on her elbows and looks down at him.  

“You have the most beautiful body.”  

The comment makes her blush. Chris begins kissing her thighs making his way to where she wants them the most. Before he gets there, he pulls up and brings his lips to hers.  

“Chris...” She whines.  

“Yes babe?”

“Fuck me please.”

“Only because you asked nicely.”  

Chris stand up and quickly takes his pants off including his boxers. As Carrington watches his dick come free she sighs. She was addicted to him and it left an ache in her chest everyday she wasn’t with him. Chris lays back down in between her legs. He put the tips of two fingers into his mouth and then places them on Carrington’s entrance.  

“You’re always ready for me aren’t you.” Chris smirks.  

“Yes sir.”  

The simple word makes Chris groan and he quickly enters Carrington. It had only been a week since they’d had the time to be with each other but they could both tell that it had felt like much longer. Chris picked up pace and Carrington buries her head into the curve of his neck.  

“As much as I want to make this last, it’s just been so long baby.” Chris whispers.  

“It’s okay Chris. I’m close.”  

Within a minute they’re both panting and coming unhinged. Chris lays down next to Carrington and moves his arm so that she can lay on his chest.  

“How’s your plotting for our date going?” She asks.

She takes her fingers and begins running them along his faint ab muscles.  

“I think I want to wait til we’re back in the states. I know better places there. That is, if that’s alright with you?”  

“I’m fine with whatever.” She smiles.

“What’s your place to eat?”  

“Cheesecake Factory.”  

Chris chuckles.  

“Sorry was that a little too fast.”  

“No. It was perfect.”

“You are such a romantic.” Carrington says and looks up at him.  

“Just you wait. I’m gonna spoil you so much sweetheart.”  

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[grumpycapt]

Let's get two things straight:

Firstly, Steve didn't leave Bucky to get tortured, that's not how timelines worked, ffs

Secondly, Steve fucking Rogers can absofuckinglutely do whatever he fucking wants, he doesn't owe anything to anyone anymore so back the fuck off and let him fuck dance

[marvelgirl7]

Chapter  4: Father’s Day

This chapter is dear to me hope everyone loves.

Warnings: Fluff beyond fluff, Tony being that amazing Iron Dad he is :D

Pairings: Just Iron  Dad being super 

Tony Stark: Masterlist

Bucky Barnes Masterlist:

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

Chapter 6, Chapter, 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10,

Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15,

Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20,

Chapter 21, Chapter 22

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Renee was getting bigger and bigger and Tony loved every moment of it. Tony just smiles.

"You're getting so big Renee." She smiles as she now could set up on her own. Tony just loves her.

"Da." Tony stops as he walks over.

"Da?" Renee giggles as she forms a shape with her mouth.

"Dada." Tony stops and freezes he looks down at Renee a big smile form.

"You think I'm your dada?" Renee giggles and holds up her arms for him.

"Dada." Tony picks her up and holds her close. He kisses her head.

"I can be a big brother and dad all in one Little Star." He holds her close Renee lays her head on his chest. No matter how old she gets she still loves his heart beat.

"You got my heart kiddo." He holds her close.

"Which is why I want to show you this surprise." Tony smiles.

"Alright, Jarvis do your thing." Tony smiles as a voice comes over. Renee looks up as she giggles.

"Good day Mr. Stark and Miss. Stark I'm Jarvis your AI." Tony smiles.

"So Jarvis will run and keep our house safe for us. He's programmed to listen to us. What do you think Renee? He's gonna run our new house."

Renee giggles as Tony smiles.

"Jarvis play something Renee would like." Tony smiles.

"As you wish sir." Jarvis starts playing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Renee smiles and coos as she lays her head back down on Tony's chest.

"Dada." Tony smiles down at her.

"Yeah I'm dada."

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Sometimes people assumed Renee was Tony's daughter. She looked so much like him.

Renee did act like Tony; she was smart at her age. Just like Tony Renee was great at inventing and making things.

It was when Renee turned 6 that everything changed.

"Whatcha making now Little Star." Renee looks up at Tony and smiles.

"Making Happy and Pepper a toaster." Tony eyes her as Renee puts the parts together.

"Why a toaster?" Renee looks up.

"Pepper like the toaster we have, and Happy is always eating toast." Tony chuckles as he leans over.

"Well, Renee you might..." Tony jumps back as he cuts his finger. Renee's eyes widen as she rushes to him.

"Oh no, Dad... Tony... I..." Tony just waves her off as Renee grabs his hand. She closes her eyes as she presses her hand to his bleeding cut. A golden power flows out and heals Tony's cut.

Tony just stares at Renee as she smiles up at him.

"All healed." Tony's eyes widen.

"Renee? What was that?" Renee shrugs as she smiles, she goes back to making her toasters.

"Jarvis make Happy's toaster baby blue and Pepper's hot rod red." Tony just watches Renee as she keeps making her toasters.

He's got some questions now.

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Tony researches all of his dads' stuff and looks into. His eyes come across a file.

"Jarvis access that file please." Jarvis pulls up the file as Tony reads it.

"Dad, what the hell were you doing?" He reads it as things start to fall into place.

"You made her like Steve Rogers," Tony mutters as he shakes his head.

All his life Tony ever heard of Steve Rogers, Captain America. His dad always talked so highly of him. Tony just sighs as he shakes his head.

"Couldn't have Steve back so you made your daughter him instead huh. You never cease to amaze me, Howard. Don't worry she isn't going to grow up thinking she was just an experiment for your enjoyment. She's going to grow up knowing that someone loves and cares about her. I'm glad you didn't get to raise her you would have just fucked her up like you did to me."

"Tony?" Tony stops as he looks over and sees Renee watching him.

"Oh, hey Little Star." Renee slowly walks over.

"Am I different?" Tony stops as he pulls her onto his lap. Renee eyes the text on the screen.

"Super Soldier Serum like Cappy?" Tony just sighs as he nods his head.

"You need to stop reading those books you find." He ruffles her hair as Renee studies the text.

"So, dad made me like Cappy?" Tony nods his head. Renee smiles big as she swirls her hands around makes a butterfly.

"Cool." Tony smiles as he watches the butterfly fly around the room.

"Renee, I want you to know that you are not an experiment. You are my sister, my little girl. You are going to have whatever kind of life you want okay." Renee nods as she smiles and lays her head on his chest.

"You're my dad. Not him." Tony melts at that as he holds her tight. He kisses her head.

"Yeah? You think I'm cool enough to be your dad?" Renee looks up at him her big brown eyes that are identical to his shine at him.

"You've always been my daddy Tony. Always."

"Wow kid you know how to make my heart soar."

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Renee scampers in with a big card and the red toaster.

Happy chuckles at her as she stumbles in.

"You need help there Nee?" Renee shakes her head as she runs in.

"Pepper!" Renee calls out as she looks for her. Pepper looks up and smiles.

"Yes, Renee?" Renee smiles big and runs to her.

"Happy Birthday! I made you a hot rod red toaster! Like you like and a card." Pepper just smiles as Renee sits it on her desk.

"It will pop out the toast, so it lands on your plate." Pepper just smiles as she reads the card.

"Oh, Renee." She hugs her close. As Renee smiles.

"You always remember my birthday." Renee makes a face because Tony never remembers Pepper's birthday.

"So, since it's my birthday Renee would you accompany me to lunch and maybe we get our nails done?" Renee smiles big.

"Yes!"

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Renee was excited. It was Father's Day and she was excited.

"Okay Happy, for Father's Day I made you a toaster, but this Toaster you're going to love." Happy just chuckles as he watches Renee.

"So, it not only makes toast but it makes your favorite... Grilled Cheese!" Happy just chuckles as Renee shows him.

"There you go grilled cheese! Happy Father's Day Happy!" Happy just holds her close as he kisses her head. Renee looks up at him.

"You need a haircut Happy." Happy flips his hair and laughs.

"You don't like my long hair?" Renee shakes her head. Happy smiles.

Tony walks in as Renee smiles big.

"Happy Father's Day!" She hugs his legs tight as Tony smiles down at her.

"I made you something." Renee runs over and pulls something out. Tony's eyes widened as Renee carries it over to him.

"I made you a replica of the first ever circuit board you built. Do you like it?" Tony just feels proud. He scoops her up and holds her close.

"I love it." Renee smiles big.

"Happy Father's Day Daddy." Tony beams as he holds her close.

Yup this was life and Tony wouldn't change a single thing.

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Melting ❤️

Hope everyone enjoys :D

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[shadowstalker21]

Tony :-- I wanna do the thing

Stephen :-- the thing would have consequences hitherto undreamt of so don't do the thing

Steve:-- no don't do the thing

Sam:-- yeah Steve right don't do the thing

Bucky :-- what even is the thing

Thor:-- you midgardians and your things. Besides , you're two weak and powerless to do the thing.

Bruce :-- Doesn't seem like a good idea but why don't I help you do the thing

Clint :-- why don't you fuck off with your thing and leave me alone

Natasha :-- im with Clint but if you wanna do the thing just do the thing

Tony :-- okay so I'm gonna do the thing. Peter get the thingdoing stuff

Pepper :-- Tony don't do the thing

Tony :-- obviously the thing sucks I'm not going to do the thing

Peter:--

Peter:-- but I got the thingdoing stuff.

[trudilo]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mSpAUQGEWxc) WARNING ENDGAME SPOILERS!!

[winterblizzrose]

Imagine Loki running to you after you get injured in a fight.

[kittenzvrzpuppiezkittenzwin]

Aren’t I lovely

[trans-fanboy]

Steve chokes Steve

Bucky :

[regulusirius]

It Will Be Alright

Masterlist

plot: Y/N falls into a dark hole after a disastrous mission and Steve helps her realize it was not her fault. 

pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader

word count: 1233

warning: mentions of depression, angst, mentions of nudity but not smut

Steve started at the blank grey door once again, the fourth time this week. Hoping that she will hear his pleas and open the door at least a crack so he would know that she was all right. They had returned from a disastrous mission a few days prior and since then Y/N had refused to leave her room behind the grey door. The team did not blame her for the outcome of the mission, but Y/N did as the images of that day replayed in her mind. Steve continued to worry for his girlfriend as he sat outside her room, asking F.R.I.D.A.Y every few hours if she was okay just waiting for her to open that grey door. 

The rest of the team watched from distance. They knew the struggles that Y/N had faced, they too wished for that door to open, as it pained them to watch their two friends suffer. Bucky occasionally came by to sit with Steve in the hallway; the pair would not speak just sit in the comfort of each other. Bucky understood the pain the Y/N faced, he knew that she needed this time and she simply could not face the world at the moment, but he too worried. Worried about what she was doing if she was hurting herself or just trying to sleep away the demons. Tony would come by to give the two some food, and then stare at the door with them before moving down to his lab. Y/N was like a sister to him, and seeing her in this pain, increased his. So he worked, trying to find remedies and doctors so when she came out of her hole he could try to make sure she says out. He would try to make sure that she would never have to go through this again.

On the fifth day, Steve sat against opposite wall of the door when he heard it once more. Her sobs traveled through the walls to his ears, driving him mad. He could not take again longer, so he got up and once again tried knocking on the locked door.

“Y/N please open the door. Doll, it’s been almost a week I need to see your face, please. I can try to help you just please let me in,” he pleaded starring at the grey door he had become too accustomed to. With no response, Steve moved to take his sit against the wall once more, but then he heard a creek. He quickly turned around to see the shadow of his love peering out between the cracks of the door and the wall, leading him to enter the room as fast as he could believing the door would close once more before he could enter.  

As he stepped into the room, he saw her frail body. Y/N’s greasy hair pulled into a low ponytail, wearing one of his sweatshirts from the 40s that Howard Stark had saved. She stood before he arms crossed as if she was trying to hold herself up with tear stains across her red puffy face. She offered him a small smile as he moved closer to her with open arms.

“I’m sorry I made you worry,” she whispered into his chest as he embraced her, causing the tears to once more spill out of her gloomy eyes.

“Shh, don’t worry about it baby, you’re going to be okay,” Steve’s hand stroked her back as he moved them towards the unmade bed, placing her in his lap never letting go.

“It was just all too much,” Y/N blubbered wiping her tears away on the green sweatshirt, “All those people died, I could have saved them, and I just wasn’t fast enough-“

“That is not your fault, you saved dozens of people that day, none of us could have gotten there before the building collapsed,” he looked into her Y/E/C eyes, trying to make her understand. However, it did not help. She continued to whimper into his shoulders as the screams of those she could not save flooded her mind.

“I don’t even know why I’m still here, all those people did nothing wrong, they were innocent, but I’m still here how is that fair,” Y/N sobbed louder looking into Steve’s blue eyes anger building up.

“Look at me doll; you have done so much good in your life. How you helped take down part of Hydra in D.C. or when you helped Nat and Clint in Budapest. What about Sokovia, you helped hundreds of people get of the floating island before Ultron hurt any of them,” he gripping the sides of her face gently looking it to her eyes with love, “you did all of that, you have helped so many people in your life. And, we can’t save them all. We try as hard as we can, but sometimes we can’t. That doesn’t change all of the good that you have done. You need to know that. We all see it me, Buck, Tony, everyone knows that you have done great things and have helped so many people. But, baby you need to help yourself for once, please,” Y/N slowly nodded placing her head back in the crook of his neck as Steve returned to rubbing the back of her frail body.

The pair stayed like that for a while holding each other, with the only sound coming from the whimpers of Y/N. Steve did not know how long the two were like that before her Y/E/C eyes looked up at him and he heard he soft voice.

“I think I want to take a shower,” she whispered at a barely audible tone, but he heard it. He lifted her up walking the two over to the bathroom, placing Y/N on the counter as he turned the shower water on. He moved to help undress her, as she was weak from not eating as much these past days. She walked into the shower leaning against the tiled wall, until Steve joined her holding her sides helping her stand, their bare bodies never letting go of one another. Steve washed her hair as she stood against him, staring at the water coming out of the shower head, with fewer tears coming out of her eye. By time Steve, move to shut the water off and grab the pair some towels, Y/N’s eyes were no longer as puffy with the tears gone from her face. Steve lifted her onto the counter once again to help her dry off from the long shower, grabbing one of his t-shirts for Y/N and some sweatpants for himself.

After the pair got dressed, Steve moved them to the bed curling up together, with his hand stroking her hair, hers grabbing his hand. They stayed like that for hours, not saying a word just holding each other once again the silence serving as a comfort.

“I love you so much,” Steve whispered to Y/N as she began to doze off.

“I love you too, I’m sorry for being such a burden,” she responded quietly avoiding his gaze.

“You are not a burden, doll. You are always there for me when I need you and now I’m here for you. It’s going to be alright,” and he was right it did get better but that the moment he just held her tight as she so fell into a dreamless sleep.