#best baby sitter steve

[stvharrngton]

hii! i don’t really request things but i was thinking about something with steve and i had to share it

dilf steve.

imagine if he’s dropping off your kid at daycare or something and he keeps getting hit on by other moms, and gets invited to a party and obviously he brings us along

and he keeps getting hit on at the party and we’re jealous the whole time and very touchy with steve 🤭

i love this idea i just hope i did it justice 😭

pairing: dad!steve x mom!reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: none really, some flirty behaviour, kissing

requests are open!

“Dad?”

“Yes, baby?” Steve asked, eyes darting to the rear view mirror to get a glance of his daughter strapped safely into her car seat in the back.

“Where’s Mommy?” your inquisitive and curious baby girl, Ivy, asked. Her tiny hands fiddling with the straps of her car seat.

“Mom works early, remember, bug? So Dad takes you to daycare.” Steve said with a chuckle as he pulled the car into the parking lot of the daycare.

After setting the car in park and unstrapping your daughter from her seat, he scooped her up in his arms, spinning her round before settling her on his hip. She giggled wildly and it was music to Steve’s ears every single time.

“You all set for school, baby?” Steve asked, hiking up her backpack that was slung over his shoulder. He was about to set her down so she could run off and play before he was approached by one of the other moms.

“Oh, Mr. Harrington!” Ms. Burkley, Phoebe’s Mom chimed sweetly, waving her manicured hand around frantically to catch his attention.

Steve pursed his lips together in a polite smile, thinking of nothing worse than engaging in this conversation right now. Ms. Burkley was part of a group of Moms at the daycare that took a particular shine to Steve. Flirted with him at every opportunity they got, despite the ring that so obviously sat on his finger.

“Oh, hey, Ms. Burkley.” Steve replied, nevertheless, offering a wave and a polite smile, your daughter still clutching at his side.

“Please, it’s Amanda, how many times have I told you!” she joked, playfully slapping him on the shoulder. Too many times, Steve thought as his eyes glanced to where the woman’s hand had just been.

It was almost as if they sniffed him out one by one. As soon as one of them had seen him arrive at daycare, the rest of them sensed he had arrived. One by one the group became larger, the Moms surrounding Steve, each and every one shamelessly flirting with the man.

One of the older ones piped up, Steve thought her name was Karen or Kelly maybe, “Oh, Steve,” she chirped, “we’re having a get together at my house on Friday. You should come! We’d all love to see you there but leave the little one with a sitter.”

Steve raised an eyebrow in suspicion, his head turning to glance at your daughter who was babbling to herself and something or other. Karen, or Kelly, handed Steve a small piece of paper which he assumed was some sort of invitation with her street address on it.

“Right, thanks,” Steve murmured, shoving the card in his jacket pocket, “well, I better get going, ladies. Best get Ivy into her teacher. Say bye, honey.” Steve urged her but she wouldn’t budge, still clinging onto Steve’s side for dear life.

The day soon rolled to a close and you and Steve were getting ready for bed. Steve heard you click the light off in your en-suite, rubbing the last of your moisturiser into your skin, Steve already settled in your soft bed.

“Hey, honey?” he called out to you, his thumb rubbing over the piece of paper he was given earlier, “You’ll never guess what happened to me today.”

You appeared through the threshold as you made your way to your side of the bed, “What’s that, babe?”

“I got invited to a party,” he smirked as he handed you the makeshift invitation.

“Did you go to pick up girls whilst Ivy was in school?” you teased, your eyes scanning over the name and address on the paper, written in pink cursive.

“Oh, come on, baby,” he cooed, scooting up closer to you, “you know there’s no one else for me.”

You couldn’t help but giggle as you felt his arms wrap around your waist, his lips smattering kisses over any skin he could find. His fingertips digging into the skin beneath your pyjamas. You whisper-shouted for him to stop between your fit of laughter, careful not to wake your sleeping daughter.

“Is this from one of those Moms at the daycare?” you asked, reading the swirly pink writing on the paper once more. Steve nodded.

Steve had told you previously about the flirty Moms at Ivy’s daycare, how they’d oggle him up and down, laugh at anything he said, even if it wasn’t funny. You laughed it off, but this seemed a little odd. It caught you off guard.

“Are you gonna go?” you asked, voice quiet as you set the invite on the side table next to your bed. 

“We’re gonna go,” Steve insisted, “so I can show off my pretty wife.”

You were by no way insecure in your relationship, in your marriage, with Steve. You knew he worshipped the ground you walked on, you knew he didn’t have eyes for anyone else. But you couldn’t lie, the thought of rubbing their faces in it did sound kind of fun.

Friday soon rolled around, you dropped Ivy off at Robin’s and made your way to the address that was written on the paper. You stood side by side with your arms linked as you rang the doorbell, Steve with a six pack in hand and you with a plate of muffins you’d baked.

Kelly or Karen answered the door, a huge grin on her face when she saw Steve. Her gaze panned to you and the smile softened, you could see the confusion behind her eyes that he didn’t come alone.

“Steve!” she chirped all shrill like, “I’m so glad you made it.” She reached a hand out to clutch at his bicep before taking the six pack from his arm. “And who’s this?” she asked, her gaze casting towards you once more, her perfectly painted red lips pursing together.

Steve began to speak before you interjected, extending your hand for her to shake, “Oh, I’m Steve’s wife.” You answered matter-of-factly, a smug smile on your face.

The party seemed to be in full swing, as boring as it may be. Steve kept getting carted off, dragged from pillar to post, by someone different each time it seemed. To look at a classic car stored away in the garage, or old basketball trophies that Steve didn’t really care about. So you nursed the same glass of wine you’d had for the past hour, accompanied by one of the other Moms from the daycare you actually knew well.

You were mid conversation, laughing casually at something someone said when you caught a glance of Steve to your side in the kitchen. The lady whose house this was, you still didn’t know her name and frankly, you didn’t care to either, was leaning over the kitchen island in her low cut dress with everything on show. They were talking about something, you had no idea what, but she had a look in her eye and kept twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. You all but lost it when she moved from around the counter, her hand on Steve’s bicep once more but her other on his chest this time.

“Excuse me.” You mumbled, smiling to your company politely. You watched as you got closer, how Steve tried to back up step by step, to shirk himself away from her touch, his shoulders tense. He soon faltered when he felt your hand smooth across his back, your fingers travelling downwards until your hand was snuggly in the back pocket of his Levi’s.

“Oh, hey, honey!” Steve exclaimed, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He slung his arm over your shoulder, beer bottle in hand, pulling you closer.

“Hey, handsome,” you purred, your fingers reaching up to his chin, tickling the light scruff that resided there before they settled on his cheek, pulling him in for a slightly over the top kiss. Steve smirked against your lips, knowing exactly what you were doing. You licked your lips when you pulled away, a glint in your eye, “oh, sorry,” you chuckled, “am I interrupting something?”

“Not at all,” Steve hummed. You both cast your eyes to the poor disgruntled woman standing on the other side of Steve, a scowl on her face as she sulked in her pretty red dress. She stormed off and you both sniggered in her wake.

“Can we go outside? I need some air.” You entwined your fingers with Steve’s larger ones, pulling him outside through the already open patio doors. 

The spring air was cool on your skin, Steve noticing the chill that shivered through you, immediately shedding his jacket and draping it over your shoulders. “You okay?” Steve murmured, fingers stroking at your cheek, tucking a stray strand of hair back behind your ear.

“Peachy,” you hummed. Big doe eyes blinking up at your husband before you peered back inside of the house, catching a glimpse of the famous group of flirty Moms.

“You’re not– you’re not jealous, are you?” Steve posed, holding your face in his large hands so softly, chuckling in disbelief. “Oh, honey,” he cooed, “you know you have nothing to be jealous about, I’m yours.”

“I know,” you shrugged, hooking your arms around Steve’s neck as his moved to your waist, pulling you flush against his body, “but I still don’t like it.” 

A pretty little pout formed on your lips, your eyes still wandering inside of the house to see if they were still watching. Steve turned to where your gaze was focused, noticing the other ladies watching your every move, rolling their eyes in tandem. Steve sighed, his eyes falling back on you.

“C’mere,” he whispered, pulling you into him. Steve brushed his lips against yours softly, your lips fitting together perfectly. You melted into the kiss, momentarily forgetting where you were, stood in some stranger’s backyard, making out with your husband. Steve licked into you all pretty, sighing into your lips, “Y’know, Robin still has Ivy for a couple hours… Wanna get outta here?”

You felt the heat creep up on your cheeks at his suggestion, pondering it over in your mind. “Actually, can we stay for a little longer?” you asked, your finger drawing shapes across his firm chest, “Making them jealous is kinda fun. You could have me sit on your lap in front of them all whilst I laugh hysterically at all your bad jokes, Stevie.”

Steve feigned offence, his eyebrows raised in shock as his hair shook with the sudden takeback. “You’re saying you don’t really find my jokes funny? Well, honey, I’m offended.” “Oh, shut up, Harrington.” you giggled, swatting at his chest, “Let’s go back inside, then you can take me home.”

[callme-holly]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could please do the outsiders gang with a little Curtis sister!reader? Like readers a year younger than ponyboy? Also can it be hc’s please?

'𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫' [𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - Ahhhhh, i literally love this concept so much. Hope ya'll enjoy and as always my asks are still open for requests!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 671 words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - none!!

The gang are so protective of you oh my god

You may only be a year younger than Pony but they will still bend over backwards to ensure that you are safe.

You are Darry’s whole world. He cares about you so much that it’s almost suffocating. If anything happens to you, you best believe he is sticking up for you in a heartbeat.

Sometimes it can get a little frustrating. The boys will baby you and you will have to stand your ground when they get a little too much.

You are never allowed to walk home alone, and I mean never. There will always be someone there to walk you to and from wherever it is you need to go. It’s dangerous out there and they will not risk you being jumped.

Speaking of which, if you did ever happen to get jumped, the gang is by your side in seconds. Dallas, Steve, and Darry will literally put someone in the hospital for you if need be.

You give the boys a run for their money. If they get put on “baby-sitting” duty you show them pretty quickly that you don’t need looking after.

Sodapop is your best friend and you can’t tell me otherwise. He’s that person you can go to when you’ve got a problem and actually feel comforted afterwards. He’ll take you to the DX with him and let you help out as well as letting you take whatever you want from the store. Steve doesn’t really like it (he’s jealous that you’re stealing away his best friend) but he warms up to you being around after a while.

Going to the movies with Ponyboy and hanging out in the lot with him and Johnny after!!

If you think Darry is hard on Pony, just wait until you get home a few minutes past curfew. He will go mental. Like I said, he cares a whole lot about you and isn’t gonna have your future wasted. Sure, he has near impossible expectations for you a lot of the time, but just talk to him and he’ll try to go easy.

The other kids at school hardly ever mess with you. They’ve seen how scary your brothers and the rest of the gang are and they really aren’t looking to be spending their days in hospital.

If you’re struggling in classes, Pony will drop everything to help you out. You will both sit and study until Darry is on your ass about getting to bed.

Sometimes the gang can be a little too protective. It’s suffocating having to have someone with you everywhere you go and while they mean well you have had multiple arguments with them about how you can take care of yourself.

Dallas has definitely taught you how to fight, much to Darry’s dismay. You need to be able to hold your own and Dallas is going to teach you everything he’s learnt during his time on the streets.

Two-bit is the go to “baby-sitter”. He’s more than happy to go anywhere you want and he actually lets you have some form of freedom. Maybe that’s because he himself has the mentality of a small child but regardless, if Darry wants someone to look after you, make sure you request Two-bit.

Johnny loves spending time with you. You’re calm and someone he can talk to when he needs to. When he stays over some nights, you will sit up with him and Pony and talk until the sun comes up.

At first, Steve didn’t like you. He genuinely believed you were going to steal Sodapop away from him and hated when you came along to the DX. He doesn’t care if you’re a year younger than Pony, you’re still a kid in his eyes, and he’ll treat you as such. After a while though, he starts to warm up to you, you’re his best friend’s little sibling after all.

Needless to say, the whole gang loves you and would do anything for you <333

[ladykailitha]

I have decided today I am giving out my Steve Harrington headcanons, because I love him so much.

His parents are very rich. His dad is new money, self made. His mom is old money.

His father is Indiana born and bred, but his mother is from Kentucky. She doesn't have her accent anymore because she trained herself out of it. Though it does show up when she's drunk or angry.

I know everyone does Richard (Dick) for his dad mainly for the lols, which I respect, but I think his name is Clint. It's just rich dude bro enough, you know? And then for the mom I go back and forth between Maureen and Allison. Allison because that's Ally Sheedy's character in The Breakfast Club and I often use her looks as bases for Mrs. Harrington.

They were never meant to be parents. They had the one because that's what was expected of them, but no. They don't like kids.

I don't know if his dad is only verbally abusive, but he is some kind of shit. Steve was so scared of him finding out that there was alcohol the night Barb vanished that that was all that consumed his thoughts. And even in season 3 Steve tells Dustin (thinking he was his dad) that he doesn't do drugs, just marijuana. Meaning that's something they've fought about a lot.

Kids of good parents rarely smoke, drink, smoke pot, and have wild parties all the time as an under-aged teenager. There are no doubt exceptions, but most of the time it's kids who are neglected and abused that are the ones that act out like that.

Steve had nannies and baby-sitters growing up that he saw more than his parents. But he would still be taken on actual vacations with them. Mostly to show off that they do have a son.

He was in baseball in middle school but quit when he got into high school. His parents put him in as many after school activities as they could. He was taught piano. Went to swimming and was so good at it, he joined the team in high school. Played basketball throughout both middle and high school. But he was forced to dropout due to the concussion Billy gave him his senior year. It's why he sneers at Brenda at the game when she says it would ironic if they won the championship the year after he graduated. Because he wasn't even on the team his last year.

When he turned sixteen they gave him his BMW. No, he did not get to pick the car or the color, but he takes very good care of it. Does a lot of the maintenance himself. One of the few things his dad taught him, but because you needed to know enough to make sure your mechanic wasn't ripping you off.

He can cook. But only if he has a recipe to follow and will get upset if it doesn't look like the picture. Is a consummate baker though. Because everything has a reason it's done like that and it makes sense.

Definitely a fall baby. That's why he was able to lifeguard for three years even if he didn't lifeguard after his senior year due to him working at Scoops Ahoy.

He's bad at math and science which is why the Party teases him all the time, but he's great at English and history.

Only applied at the schools his dad thought were "appropriate" and didn't get in. But to be fair, he was still suffering from a concussion when those applications went out and he wasn't really at his best. Just above his worst if he was honest.

He likes his preppy clothes and while he laughs it off, it upsets him when he's made fun for it.

Alt rock fan all the way. Depeche Mode, The Cure, New Order.

Has a list of the Party's likes and dislikes for food and other things, so he is the best gift giver. He doesn't spend a lot of money, though he has been accused of that a couple of times. But he prefers well thought out gifts over expensive ones. It's why Max, Eddie, and the Byers boys love Steve gifts. They never feel pressured to one up him.

Complete romantic. Loves being in love, but it was hard to pick up the pieces of his broken heart after what happened with Nancy.

Loves Robin, but even though it is sometimes weird, it never veers into creepy or obsessive. Robin is absolutely the vodka aunt of the party to Steve's mom.

When Eddie comes into the group, they tease him that's he's the dad to Steve's mom. Because as goofy as Eddie is he absolutely wouldn't let the kids get into real trouble.

Steve the romantic gets absolutely wooed by Eddie and never is made to feel wrong footed when showers Eddie with the affection he would for a girl. It's nice for a guy to receive flowers sometimes too.

Steve favorite flower is sunflowers. But his favorite color is blue.

He absolutely keeps the vest. Refuses to give it back. Which Eddie is surprisingly okay with.

I could go on forever, but I'll stop there for now and if I come up with more I'll add them later.

[nickfowlerrr]

know my name

GIF by falcvns

series masterlist

pairing: soft!dark bucky barnes x single mom! reader

warnings: 18+only. past steve rogers x reader, he is no longer with us, rip 😔🙏🏻. quick mention of lee bodecker.

words: 676

notes: this has been sitting in my docs for a loooong while now. i’m thinking this could be a mini series because i’m not very attached to it atm but we’ll see where this goes!

“Is there anything else I can assist you with, Mr. Barnes?”

Your eyes flick up to meet bright blue ones as the man still stands in front of your desk.

A bit of unease begins to settle over you as he does nothing but stare for a long moment.

his gaze is bordering on penetrative the longer you hold his eye, and the apparent intimacy is just altogether unnerving.

Though, to say he’s the most off putting customer you’ve had today would be a lie.

In fact, he had been rather kind and patient as you’d helped him with his paperwork. A little quiet, but you couldn’t really say much for yourself, either. You never minded the silence, especially these past few months.

It seems the only time you get quiet these days is when you’re at work, or when James is sleeping, though that peace doesn’t come nearly as often as you wished it would.

At the thought of your baby, you break eye contact with Mr. Barnes to glance at the time. Just a few more minutes and you’d be off. As tired as you were these days, even just the thought of that chubby little face, those big gleaming eyes staring back at you with that silly little smile, made you want to get home as soon as you could.

You have been working shorter shifts since you came back to work, part time without worries thanks to the government assistance you’ve been provided along with the help your parent’s have been able to offer.

They wanted you to move back home after everything that happened, but you just couldn’t do it. Nice as it might be to have them around to look after James when you needed, paying for a sitter was well worth it knowing the anxieties and stress you’d be going through had you taken them up on moving back.

The sitter…shit. You needed to stop by the ATM on your way home today to get her money.

You clear your throat softly as you finish stapling his packet of paperwork together, ignoring the fact that he hadn’t responded to your previous question. You smiled at him as you handed the packet over, and only then did his gaze fall from your face.

“If there’s anything else, please don’t hesitate to reach out. My card is stapled right on top so if you need anything,” you trail off as he reads over the information on the business card.

“I will,” he says at last, letting his gaze float from the card, up your chest, and finally back to your eyes, “thank you.”

You feel the heat that flares across your skin from his stare but you do your best to ignore it. Again, he’s not the first one to have done the same exact thing. He was a lot less obvious with it though, especially compared to the sheriff when he’d come in this morning. The man was practically salivating all over you.

You knew this top was a bad idea but it had been your favorite before you’d gotten pregnant and you really didn’t think the difference in the way it hugged you would be that big. Unfortunately you were wrong. Your breasts were beyond full and the v neck cut alone would’ve had them on display enough, but the stressing buttons forced you to undo a few of them before they broke off completely, leaving you in an even deeper v.

Your cardigan had offered enough coverage as you kept it wrapped around you, but you couldn’t work while holding it shut the entire day.

You stood from your swiveling chair, pulling the cardigan close and tight once again as you did.

Mr. Barnes offered you a tired but true smile that you forced yourself to return once again before he turned and made his way to the exit.

You checked the time once more and seeing it was closing, you soon followed behind him, locking the door before you worked to quickly shut down for the day.

[mumblemysoul]

steddie fandom is wild because sometimes I'll be reading a fic and for some reason Robin is more of a friend to Eddie then she is with Steve.

Which is hilarious because the most emotional conversation they had with each other in the show is Robin criticizing Eddie's music taste as NOT music.

Head Cannon all you want but, I think she is firmly staying on her own side side of the music vibe chain. Not even if you have your punk or rock steves, which are fun au's but often feel like changing Steve to fit Eddie.

Steve is a bitchie sports dude that is great at being a baby sitter, (has lingering high school hierarchy personality but pretty much seems to pretty done with that).Wishes for everyone to be safe and will decimate himself in the process to achieve that, (and may accidentally be overprotective at times)he maybe isn't the smartest buckaroo in the room but will notice the things people miss and can make a makeshift plan in tight situations. Also painfully durable, at a certain point I'm pretty sure he can take a grenade to the chest and come out with some small cuts on his chest. He is thoroughly invested with his friends and wants to get them to be the best them they want to be,talking to Robin about the girl she always likes, watched star wars with Dustin and thinks the fact he has a girlfriend is great (even if he doesn't believe it). Alongside that he is a very gossipy individual and is very mean girl oriented.

Eddie is loud and greatly theatrical, he loves going against the man and the social system as much as he can. (Despite his wishes for going against the norm he also has a habit of also putting people in boxes, which he learns to practically not do over the course of season 4 due to his experience with steve and Chrissy). He has a habit of being soft and silly to try and make situations less tense and make people smile. He is extremely skittish despite his slightly mean persona that his friends are normally accustomed to. (As seen with his rough push for Dustin and Mike to find a replacement as he considers Lucas to have joined "the dark side",Dustin and Mike also seem scared before they have to tell the news too). After the Chrissy scenario he is extremely tense and for a long time skittish and uneasy as he currently being hunted. When he learns of the final battle he seems show his soft side to Dustin and overcome his skittishness in a last stand with vecna that ultimately leaves him dead.

These both characters intercept at their deep relationship with Dustin and wanting Dustin to be the best Dustin could be. What makes their relationship in fanon work is Steve's relentless drive to protect, be selfless while be a mean girl who gossips at the same time(looking badass during it). Steve to Eddie is someone by technicality, going against the norm in a unexpected way. In a way not even he can expect, and that he in a large way, he admires(while also admiring Steve's chest). While Steve can admire Eddie's ability to be Eddie, to bring out the part of Dustin that Steve can't quite understand but firmly supports.

Changing any of the two characters a lil too much can feel like copping out or kind of getting rid of what makes that character that character. Also, Robin is her own character too and needs more nuance then being seemingly changed to fit into a eddified box.

Idk maybe I'm big dumb and looking too much into things. I have a habit of also not understanding stuff either so, I'm sorry

No bad will to anybody, I like au's. I want oreos

[dreamwatch]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest

Prompt: Lust | Word Count: 1313 | Rating: M | CW: Adultery/Infidelity | POV: Steve | Pairing: Steddie, Steve/OFC | Tags: Angst, Steve, Eddie, Gareth, Steve is married, original female character (background), original child characters (background), unhappy marriage, messy as fuck, melancholy

Till death do us part. The words had been full of hope, full of a future, full of a life to be had together. They made plans, knew where they were going to live, where they were going to work, how many kids they would have. All before he said ‘I do’.

Steve’s never regretted saying two words so much.

He gets up, makes breakfast for her and the kids, then heads into work. On the weekend he mows the lawn and cleans the gutters. Takes his son to little league, drives his daughter to ballet. Some nights they get to eat as a family, some nights they don’t. He thinks of the Wheeler’s sometimes, how Karen was home for the kids, meals cooked, everything in order, a real family. Some nights he works, some nights she does. The kids stay with friends or baby sitters. When they get a little older they’ll be fine on their own. He was.

She doesn’t need him. The kids would be fine without him, they don’t realise he’s there half the time. He thought it would be more fun. Telling Nancy that he wanted six little nuggets had seemed so cute and romantic but here he is with his dream and it’s just…not his dream anymore. He loves his kids, would die for them, but it’s not what he was expecting. It’s harder. There’s more sacrifice. Less of him left at the end of the week. It’s selfish, sure, but he’s thirty five and he and his wife barely say good morning to one another. It’s so fucking cold.

So on the weekends he sees Eddie.

Eddie left Hawkins as soon as he was able to and went travelling, which at the time had sounded good for him. Hawkins had left him hollowed out, a shell of the boy they knew. A couple of years later they found out he’d only got as far as a couch in Cincinnati. Jeff tracked him down, cleaned him up and brought him home. He’s worked at the plant ever since, Gareth right alongside him. 

Steve’s wife wanted to move to Indy after they got married. That was the first time he said no to her.

She’s great with Robin, thinks the sun shines out of her ass, or did once she found out she was a lesbian. But her family were friends with the Cunningham’s and she was in Eddie’s class in school, so he is very much not welcome in their home. Steve learned the hard way not to mention Eddie’s name; lose the battle but win the war. So they fuck at Eddie’s. Which is probably for the best.

The summer sun sears his skin, a beer sweats in his hand as he flips burgers on the grill, and all the dad’s stand around talking about their cars and their boats and all the gals drink wine coolers while watching the kids in the pool. He hears a huge splash; Gareth’s kids cannonballing, splashing the soccer moms. They’re re older than his children, look so like their dad it’s scary with their mops of dirty blond curls. His wife is lovely, always there when you need something. Always kind to Eddie, too. Jeff moved away a couple of years ago, but he comes back to check on Eddie. Matty too. But Gareth stayed, and Steve knows he stayed for Eddie.

“Hey,” Gareth says, nudging him in the ribs. “How’s it going?”

Steve flips a burger, popping and sizzling on the grill. “It’s going. How’s the family?”

Gareth eyes him carefully before taking a pull on the beer. “You know, so-so. Been better, been worse.” Takes another drink of his beer and moves in to look at the grill a little more closely, closer to Steve. “You were missed last week.”

Steve sighs, eyes darting around looking for his wife, making sure she’s out of earshot.

“I couldn’t get away,” he says under his breath.

“Yeah well, if you can’t keep your promise to the family then you need to rethink this arrangement because —”

“Jesus Christ, alright. I know, okay?” He drops a couple of cooked burgers onto a plate, adds a couple of raw ones, an eye on his wife the whole time. 

“Is he alright?” he whispers.

Gareth knocks back the last of beer before reaching into the cooler and grabbing another.

“Go see for yourself. We’ll stay late tonight. You won’t be missed.”

He never is.

The sun is low in the sky when he pulls up outside the double wide Eddie shares with Wayne. Wayne’s retired now, spends his weekends fishing or sitting on Jim Hopper’s porch knocking back PBRs like they’re going out of fashion, so Steve knows he won’t be home. He fishes out his key, a quick look over his shoulder, before letting himself in. They’ve been doing this for years and yet it’s never made it back to his wife or parents. Or maybe it has and they’re living in blissful ignorance. He could live with that.

He hears music coming from Eddie’s room, not the metal of his youth that drove them all so mad, but something softer, sadder. Steve kicks off his shoes and pads to the bedroom. He shucks off his shorts and t-shirt and climbs onto the bed next to Eddie, sweat slicked chest against his pale back. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, planting a soft kiss on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Yeah.” 

Steve hates that tone, the defeat in his voice. He pulls Eddie round making him turn so they’re lying face to face. His hand finds Eddie’s cheek, cradles it softly, his thumbs stroking the stubble on his jaw, the corner of his mouth. He forgets how beautiful Eddie is sometimes. It takes his breath away, hits him at moments he’s not expecting. Age looks good on him. He’s filled out from years of hard work in the factory, though it’s worn him down in other places. The Munson Bad Back is what Wayne calls it.

“How was your party?”

“It wasn’t a party.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Alright, then how was your barbecue?”

Steve leans in, meaning to catch Eddie’s lips between his own but Eddie pulls away.

“It was boring, and I couldn’t wait to get away, and Gareth is a fucking saint. I owe that guy so much beer.”

Eddie nods, his eyes never leaving Steve’s. They do this, sometimes, lie here for hours, whispering I love you’s until Steve has to collect the kids from whatever social event they’ve been invited to. Get them home, get them fed, all the time with the scent of Eddie still on his skin. He should feel ashamed. But he loves him too much for that. 

“What do you want?” Steve asks him, wrapping a brown ringlet around his finger. It brings a smile to Eddie’s face. “There he is.” Steve beams back. 

Eddie closes his eyes. “Just you.”

Steve nods softly and pulls him in for a kiss, his tongue nudging at Eddie’s lips. Eddie never denies him. His wife has never kissed him like this, with desire, with need. He wonders sometimes if she’s seeing someone else, too. He wouldn’t mind. It would make him feel better. Maybe he’d be able to give more to Eddie; he deserves the world. Eddie’s lonely, Steve knows that. Knows there’s never been a Mrs Munson the way there is a Mrs Harrington. Knows there never will be. 

They don’t talk about the future, they never have, there’s nothing to gain from it. The maybe-somedays don’t help anyone, least of all Eddie. Steve loves him, adores him, and he knows Eddie loves him back, feels it deep in his bones. 

They’ve had fifteen years together, in a way. Just not the way they wanted. But they both hope for more, hope for forever.

Till death do they part.

I struggled with this so much, so I went searching for song inspo on Spotify and Undisclosed Desires by Muse grabbed me. I didn't intend for this to go this way, and it's much sadder than I had meant it to be.

@the-unforgivenn At least I didn't hurt Gareth!

[xoxobuckybarnes]

February 2023 Stucky Fics

Completed

Heroes are Easy, People are Hard (series) by Halberth / @histrionic-dragon & art by Lorien / @drjezdzanyart

Heroes are Easy, People are Hard (Rated: T, Words: 152K)

Summary: Shuri and Wanda cleared Bucky's triggers shortly after Killmonger's attempted coup, and he and Steve went on the run. But it turns out there's more to "fixing Bucky's head" than "getting Hydra out of it." When a group of rogue scientists manage to neutralize the serum and make Steve very sick--pre-serum "this is bad" kind of sick--and they're cut off from contact with Wakanda, Bucky knows only one person with resources to help. He calls Tony and surrenders on the condition that Tony tries to help Steve. From there, it's basically three variously messed-up guys’ trajectories from "This Is Fine", "Reasonably Speaking I Know It’s Fine", "I Will Be Fine With It" to actually being fine, guest-starring a far-better-adjusted teenage boy who climbs walls, a 1957 Ford Thunderbird, two women with a keen sense of the absurd, and Bruce, the Zen master of “it’s fine that it’s not fine.” Add in the fact that Bucky's been secretly in love with Steve since the thirties and things only get harder. Learning to be a person is the hardest thing Bucky Barnes will ever have to do--but he's got company along the way.

Post-Credit Scenes (Rated: NR, Words: 2K)

Summary: “Hi.” Bucky ran his thumb around the edge of the shield. “I’m, uh. Not dead.” Takes place immediately after the end of Heroes are Easy, People are Hard.

More than the Sum of our Faults (Rated: T, Words: 15K) by Oh_i_swear / @oh-i-swear-writes & art by lemonadehearts / @lemonadeswift

Summary: When Steve Rogers adopts a dog he rescued from a collapsed building he realizes that due to the nature of his job he needs a dog sitter. Enter Becca Barnes, owner and sole proprietor of Happy Hounds, a dog walking and sitting service that comes Sam-Wilson-approved. What Steve didn’t bank on was the gorgeous owner of his dog’s best puppy pal who happens to also be Becca’s older veteran brother, and he certainly didn’t bank on running into the man - quite literally, let alone falling completely in love with him.

Another Song, Another Spring (Rated: T, Words: 46K) by somanywords / @somanywords

Summary: Bucky smiles into his phone. “Yeah, thanks, Mom. Actually, I had a few questions? What age do babies start mimicking language, aka cussing? And what age do they start walking?” “Is this for your book?” his mother asks suspiciously. “Yes,” Bucky says, staring into the eyes of the baby on his couch. “Yes."  

On The Back of A Raindrop (Rated: E, Words: 52K) by musette22 / @musette22

Summary:  Despite the fact that Steve Rogers’ life hasn't always been a bed of roses, he’s fortunate enough to have a lot of good things to call his own. He has a loving mother, two wonderful kids, marvelous friends, and a beautiful house with a big, sprawling yard, to name but a few. One thing Steve does not have, however, is green fingers. One late spring morning, Steve decides to call in the help of a local gardening company to restore his yard to its former glory. When gorgeous gardener Bucky Barnes shows up on his doorstep the next day, he unwittingly upturns not only Steve’s yard, but his life, too. Over the course of the summer, it’s more than just the garden that begins to blossom.

Atoms (Rated: M, Words: 49K) by Andrea1717 / @andrea1717 & art by kahey2804 / @kahey2804

Summary: After a hard year and the end of both his military and his short career as a personal bodyguard Steve Rogers did not expect the call from his best friend and ex- colleague Sam Wilson. He offers him a job, full time and long term, starting on the next day. At first it sounds perfect to finally move forward from the devastating events in his past career and life - being one bodyguard in a group of four for a rich kid from a famous lawyer. How hard can that be? What Steve didn’t expect was the kid - Bucky Barnes, twenty two, traumatized from his dark past, devastatingly beautiful and a real brat. After a while on the job Steve not only discovers that Bucky seems to play a role most of the time, he also discovers that parts of his heart who seemed to be dead for a while are very much alive.

honey don’t feed it, it will come back (Rated: M, Words: 18K) by thedoubteriswise / @thedoubteriswise & art by ellebeesknees / @ellebeesknees

Summary: He lets out a long sigh and watches Bucky. Back home he was always too vain to let more than a day’s worth of stubble build up, but now he’s got about three days of scruff on his chin. He shouldn’t look handsome like this. His eyes are shut, but Steve can tell by his breathing that he’s still awake. The cat is curled up on his stomach and purring like an idling motor.“ He’s actually pretty cute.” Bucky smiles softly, too sleepy to make whole faces.“ Damn right,” he hums. He’s stroking the cat’s fur, which is soft and fine now that it’s clean. He looks so open and inviting. Steve doesn’t close his eyes, watching Bucky’s gentle fingers and trying to come up with a plausible excuse to go touch him.

I was never cool (and all I wanted was just to have you) (Rated: E, Words: 2K) by dreamsinthewitchouse / @dreamsinthewitchouse 

Summary: Bucky is slouched behind the circulation desk, chewing on a pen and staring morosely at the computer screen. He’s wearing headphones, his head just barely moving to whatever he’s listening to. Steve is halfway across the room before Bucky notices him, startled into dropping his pen. “Oh. Hi.” Bucky straightens in his chair, pulling the headphones down to his neck while his face does something complicated. “Why— is there something you needed?” “Um, yeah,” Steve says, his chest suddenly tight. “There’s this book I really wanna read?”

***This fic is complete, but the series (booksmart) is not***

He’s All That (Rated: T, Words: 88K) by crinklefries / @spacerenegades​ & art by fingersnaptothat

Summary: “That one,” Tony says gleefully. “I pick him.” “Him?” Bucky hisses. “Steve Rogers?” “Bet’s a bet,” Tony says smugly. “Make Steve Rogers the class president by the end of the year.” “Motherfucker,” Bucky curses. Then he takes a fortifying breath. He can do this. He’s Bucky Son of A Senator Barnes. He runs a hand through his hair, messing it up in the front just the way he knows men and women like it. “Fine,” he says. “Okay. By the end of the year. Easy.” *** When Bucky Barnes--son of a state Senator, future president of his fraternity, and co-captain of his college’s soccer team--gets unceremoniously and very publicly dumped at a party, his entire reputation hangs on by the thinnest thread. Drunk and humiliated, he does the only thing that makes sense--he makes a bet with Tony Stark. Now Bucky has the length of the school year to take Steve Rogers--small, asthmatic, environmentally-conscious art nerd, political activist, and complete social disaster--and turn him into the student body president. How many misunderstandings, shenanigans, and college tropes will abound before Bucky realizes that Steve Rogers, well, he’s all that?

WIP

Treading Water (Rated: M, Current Words: 76K) by sparkagrace / @sparkagrace & art by Dyslexic_Fetus / @reagy-jay

Summary: Olympic swimmer Bucky Barnes always believed that when the time came to retire, he would walk away with his medals and world records firmly in the history books and never look back. He never thought the water would leave him first.

***Be sure to check out the rest of this amazing series : Lane Lines: Lane Lines (Rated: M, Words: 132K), Lumière (Rated: M, Words: 5K), & New Traditions (Rated: M, Words: 6K)***

An Appropriate Omega (Rated: M, Current Words: 195K) by BeauRadley

Summary: Steven Rogers, the Duke of Brooklyn, is in a bind. The provisions of his father’s will mean he must marry before his thirty-fifth birthday or lose his mother’s inheritance. The catch? He has to marry a suitable omega. James Barnes is the third child of the impoverished Barnes family. If he or his sister don’t marry before the season is out, their family will fall further into poverty. If he doesn’t find someone else soon, he’ll be forced to marry the sinister Lord Pierce. The two men realize they can solve each other’s problems, but will their marriage of convenience turn into something more?

Dichotomy (Rated: E, Current Words: 4K) by papesdontsellthemselves / @turtle-steverogers 

Summary: After getting signed to SHIELD Audio Inc., The Commandos have been taking the world by storm. Industry golden boy, Bucky Barnes, is just happy to have a chance to share his music. However, his world threatens to get turned on its head when The Commandos get sent on tour with the Howlies, where Steve Rogers spreads into his life like wildfire, waiting to burn.

Rereads

Targeting (Rated: E, Words: 149K) by queenmab_scherzo / @queenmabscherzo

Summary: Steve and Bucky end up playing for rival college football teams.

[bobattef]

I don’t need a baby sitter:

Storming up the stairs and slamming your bedroom door shut (so loudly that the walls shook) probably wasn’t the best way to prove to your dad that you were a grown ass woman but hey, he needed to know just how annoyed you were at him.

Being the daughter of ‘the’ Tony Stark definitely had its perks, what 20 year old had their own fleet of cars for one?

But it also came at a price, and not the legal tender type price.

You were only introduced to your father 3 years prior.

At 16, you were kicked out of the American adoptive system for now you were classed as an adult.

And it was only by pure desperation did you seek out your real parents, you thought you hit the jackpot when you matched your DNA with a billionaire.

Fast forward a few years and you had well and truly established yourself in this life of the fast living.

You had attended parties on top of parties.

Rubbed shoulders with real life superhero’s, one’s from even out of this world.

You also had a fair few arguments with actual government personnel and once was escorted out of the White House.

Still, the massive falling out you had with your Dad that particular day would be nothing compared to this one you were about to have as just…13 minutes ago, you had been told you will be given a personal bodyguard.

Yes, your Dad may have said body guard but you translated it to ‘babysitter’.

And at 20 years of age, who would possibly want a babysitter?!

Morgan doesn’t even have one for gods sake!

“She’ll calm down soon” Tony sighs out loud.

Pepper smiles weakly as she strokes Morgan’s hair.

“Do you think it will be any easier when this little one is her age?” She asks him but doesn’t really want an answer.

She knows deep down Tony feels guilty about missing out the fact he had another Daughter out there somewhere.

***

“Rise and shine starlight…” Your Dad raps on your bedroom door the next morning, or more like afternoon.

“I know you’re mad at me but you can’t be so mad you’ll miss out on brownie-pancakes!” 

“Ergh!” You throw the pillow you were laid on over your head.

“I’m not a child!!” You shout out into the soft  fabric.

“I know” your Dad feels the guilt pang at him again as he remembers that he never saw you as a child.

“But who can refuse brownie-pancakes??…” 

“…I’ll be down in 5” you roll your eyes like he can hear them!

You thought about getting showered and dressed before going downstairs (it was gone noon after all) but the promise of sweet treats for breakfast were too good to miss out on.

Throwing some slacks and a hoodie on, you make your way down stairs, hugging Morgan hello as you walk past her in the middle room.

“I didn’t make them myself so they’re good!” Your Dad says as you take a place at the breakfast bar.

There was quite a spread as you gathered a few brownie-pancakes on a plate, topped them with the whipped cream and strawberries your dad had put out whilst also pinching a few chocolate shavings for the top.

He just smiles at you as you get started on the pile of food, enjoying the silence for once.

It’s short lived though, as you hear the clicking of Pepper’s heels along the corridor over the sound of her speaking quietly, is she on the phone? 

“Ah, glad you could make it Cap” Your dad looks up, past you sitting at the breakfast bar and towards the 2 men now entering the kitchen.

You freeze on the spot.

You weren’t expecting guests, hence the choice of relaxed attire you had on so are hugely embarrassed anyways but the fact that it was THE Captain America was 10 times worse!

You’ve met him a few times at parties, but that’s when you were done up to the 9’s. 

You’d never come close to being with him of course but that never stopped you flirting outrageously with him at every chance.

One, he was ridiculously handsome and two, you knew it would piss your Dad off to no end to see you giggling and grabbing the arm of his Avenger team mate.

He definitely didn’t have anything to worry about now though as you’re sure when Steve sees you dressed the way you are with no make up on, he’ll never look at you twice again!

“Morning girls” the heavenly voice of his rings around the room as Morgan squeals whilst saying her hello back.

You haven’t turned around yet.

Hopefully your Dad and Cap and whoever else it is will go off to the offices for the business it was that had him here.

“Good morning Y/N?” Steve says to you as you pop your hoodie on over your head, at least trying to hide your look of homelessness. 

“Mmm, Morning” you quickly speak up, still not facing him in the doorway.

Your Dad laughs.

He knows exactly what you’re thinking and he’s loving every minute of it.

Maybe now you’ll leave his team mate alone at parties?

“Y/N?” He sounds so innocent as you glare back at him from underneath your hood.

“This is the bodyguard I was telling you about…” he smirks at you again.

You are fuming.

Not only did you point blank refuse his idea of having a personal bodyguard but not even 24 hours later, he’s brought someone in for you to meet whilst you’re looking like a hobo!!

“I don’t need a baby sitter” you say to him through gritted teeth but it soon disappears as you hear Steve’s laughter from behind.

“He’s not a babysitter y/n” he says walking over to you, (oh no!) 

“Your Dad’s right, you need protection,  24/7 protection and when we’re not around, then…”he’s in front of you now as you feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Smiling as you turning pink he carries on “…then Bucky will be there for you if and when you need it” 

Your heart sinks at his words.

Did you even hear him right.

Bucky will be here?

Bucky Barnes?!

You turn your head towards the doorway, forgetting about the state of your face, needing your eyes to confirm for your ears.

And sure enough, there he is, taking up the whole frame of the doorway pretty much, it’s the winter soldier.

***

You had met Steve’s old war pal a handful of times before today.

He didn’t really like the whole ‘Stark Party’ vibes you had most weekends and he rarely hung with the others around the compound much.

He would sometimes acknowledge you when Steve would say hi or bye but that’s about as far as interactions have been between you both. 

So you have no idea why your Dad thought the ex Hydra assassin would be the best pick of the bunch to be your bodyguard.

You had yet another argument with him about it, this time with Cap and Bucky stood there in the kitchen to witness it.

You were being a massive brat but you didn’t care.

You had to get your point across but it, once again, fell on deaf ears as just 3 days later you were left alone in the compound with your new security.

It had been exactly 4 hours and 37 minutes since you watched the Quinjet pull out of the landing bay with the Avengers on board.

Off out on some pissy little mission in the Middle East somewhere, you kept your best pouting face on the whole time your Dad explained himself to you.

Turning to Bucky stood just behind you, you could have sworn he sighed out loud as he turned and walked back inside.

Perhaps he wasn’t happy with this arrangement either?

Not that you could ask him.

He stayed in the kitchen whilst you were laying on the sofa, scrolling aimlessly on your phone.

A light rumble from your stomach reminded you that you had skipped breakfast this morning, too annoyed to eat! 

You practically dragged yourself up from the comfort of the lounge area, wrapping the blanket you had around your shoulders like some sort of cape.

Bucky flickered his gaze up to look at you as you walked over to the fridge.

You tried not to look his way as he was leant over the breakfast bar, his dark blue shirt showing off his vibranium arm.

The silence in the room got louder as you finished making your lunch, deciding to sit at the opposite end of the bar.

Bucky sighed, making that same exasperated sound he had done previously on the balcony today.

The noise made you look up towards him, your eyes found his staring straight at you.

Your cheeks heated slightly as you he kept his eyes on you.

“You er…” you cleared your throat “hungry?” 

You ask the Super Soldier, why was he staring at you like this??

But he doesn’t answer, instead he stands from the breakfast bar, the sound of the stool legs scrapping on the floor caused you to jump a little.

He maintains your awkward eye contact with him as walks out the kitchen, away from you.

“Ooook…” you say to yourself.

***

The next couple of days were pretty much the same, you knew the super soldier was in the compound with you whilst your Dad and the others were still out on the mission but you never found yourself in the same room as him, ever.

If you were in the kitchen, he’d wait in the lounge.

If you were in the lounge, he’d be upstairs in his room.

If you were in your room, he’d be down in the gym.

He always made sure he’d leave which ever room it was, just as you were coming in.

It was weird as hell.

You tried to smile at him as you crossed paths in the hallway or stairs but he never gave you anything back.

You started to get annoyed with him.

You weren’t happy with this arrangement, that was obvious, but why did he agree to it if he’s not even going to nod a good morning greeting once in a while.

On day 4 of no Dad or Avenger’s here, you finally snapped.

You had wanted to go and meet your bestie in town but Bucky said no.

You didn’t even ask him if you could, so you wasn’t prepared in the slightest to hear his very firm ‘no!’

“I’m sorry…did you just tell me no?” You gave Bucky a chance to change his answer, rewrite his little script of this conversation but he wasn’t budging.

“You’re not going” he said to you as he turned to walk away but you step in front of him.

This is the most words he’s ever said to you and yet they aren’t what you want to hear.

“I don’t think you can…” you try to argue your point but he cuts in.

“Your Dad said I’m in charge whilst he’s gone” Bucky snaps at you.

“But, I…” the way he’s glaring down at you makes you stutter, what is his problem??

“But nothing” he simply states, walking around where you had been standing he goes back into the lounge. 

You stand there for a few more seconds.

Trying to take in what had just happened.

Did the winter soldier just ground you??

***

You were fuming.

You thought about stomping after Bucky, tell him what’s for and that he can’t speak to you like that but you were still pretty intimidated by him.

He was a trained assassin once upon a time.

So, you opted for the plan which you did best, you’d sneak out instead.

Of course you haven’t had to do this for a long time but you didn’t realise it would have to come to this.

You stayed in your bedroom until you knew Bucky had gone down to the gym, like he always did when you were up here.

You peeked out the crack of your door, just about catching the screen above the elevator as it dinged to say it was at the ground floor.

Perfect.

You eased out of your bedroom, closing the door ever so quietly.

I mean, he was a super soldier after all, who knew if he had super senses??

You tiptoed to the stairs, one last look to make sure the elevator was still displaying the ‘G’ for ground floor, you bolted down them, maintaining those light foot steps each time.

You stepped off the last one and into the reception area, your feet squealed from the rubber on the bottom of your trainers as they hit the shiny surface of the floor.

The noise startled you but you carried on running, you cleared the distance to the front entrance doors in no time, you could feel your hand starting to sweat as you reached out to grab the handle.

Twisting it frantically, it took a little longer than it should have to realise the top was bolted across.

Something you’ve hardly ever seen on this door as it’s never needed to be locked so tightly.

“Eurgh!!” You can’t keep your frustration inside as you desperately try to jump and reach the lock. 

One, two, three times it took you to outstretch your arm long enough to be able to slide the metal across but you did it.

A loud sigh escaping from your mouth as you finally go to swing the door open, almost tasting freedom, but the sound of someone clearing their throat comes from behind you.

Dread fills your body.

You know damn well whose mouth that left from.

Closing your eyes in defeat at getting caught, you drop your head down to the floor also.

“I thought I told you no” Bucky’s voice almost echoed as you both now stood in the reception area.

You could feel your body start to pump adrenaline as his words hit a nerve with you.

“You can’t tell me no” you bite back.

Staying where you are, facing the, now unlocked, door.

You put your hand back onto the handle, you got this far you might as well carry on.

What could he possibly do to stop you from leaving?

“Take your hand off that handle Doll” Bucky threatened you, you almost got annoyed all over again at the tone he had used.

Like telling a child off but the name he added at the end of his sentence took you by surprise.

“Doll?” Your inside thoughts decide to break free as you question if he meant to say that to you.

“Let go of the door” Bucky repeats himself, leaving out the pet name he previously had said.

“Or??” You pushed it a little further with him. 

Maybe because you still had your back to him, so you couldn’t see just how scary he probably looked right now. 

You gripped a little tighter on the door handle too.

You hardly heard his footsteps yet he closed the distance between you both in mere seconds. 

His breathing was suddenly very close to your neck as he stood almost flush behind you.

He reached up, leaning over you slightly as he slid the bolt back across the top of the door with ease.  

You still had hold of the handle, even though the top bolt made your action redundant, you felt like it was your only way to help prove your point.

You didn’t expect him to wrap his hand around yours that was still clutching onto the metal to pull it away.

“Just do…” the sound of him talking so close to your ear almost sent a shiver down your spine.

Why was he so scary?

“…what you’re told. For once” 

He added on that last bit through gritted teeth it sounded like.

With his hand still entwined with yours, he uses this contact to pull you round, so you were now facing him.

Your back hit the wooden paned door as you glance upwards to his face.

His eyes pierced into yours, almost trying to read what was going on behind them.

But you had nothing.

No plan, no action, no words.

[smutconnoisseur]

𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭 𝐊𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐚’𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐜’𝐬

Created for @stuckybingo

Card # R40101 | Square filled - O3 | AU: Babysitter

Title ⊳ Home Is Wherever I'm With You

Author ⊳ cydonic

Pairing ⊳ Handyman!Bucky x Dad!Steve

Rating ⊳Explicit

Word Count ⊳ 88K

Major Tags ⊳ Modern - No Powers AU, Kidfic, Pets, Neighbors, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Found Family

Summary ⊳ This is what happens when you buy a house to flip having only seen the online images: you get more than you bargained for. Bucky Barnes brings all the tools to handle a dilapidated home, but he's hardly prepared for a smart-mouthed child (with poor aim), a crying baby, and the hottest dad he's ever seen in his life living right next door.

Commentary ⊳ Where to start—I adore Bucky. He's the not-so-smooth handyman who, despite his intentions, does fall for his protective neighbor. The internal conflict he faces throughout on whether or not he would be good for Steve because of his family or if Bucky could be happy when he sells the house if it meant leaving, especially after his days taking care of Emma. The tension and domestic fluff are so unique and make this worthy of many rereads.

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Title ⊳ Lullaby for Futures Lost

Author ⊳ Oh_i_swear

Pairing ⊳ Captain America!Steve Rogers x Nanny!Bucky

Rating ⊳ Explicit

Word Count ⊳ 114K

Major Tags ⊳ A/B/O Dynamics, Mentions of Mpreg, Forbidden Love, Heat Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Domestic, Slow Burn

Summary ⊳ Bucky Barnes is a pretty unlikely professional Nanny, being ex-forces and an Alpha - but hey, he went to Woodcreek College, he has his credentials and he's been doing pretty well. He's been doing so well, in fact, that when his last post finishes he's more or less decided to take a break from work and do some traveling around Europe... until he gets a highly lucrative and confidential job offer from someone pretty damn high profile with a crazy pay packet to match....

Of course, there has to be a catch.

Single Dad Steve Rogers is best known as Captain America. But what isn't best known is that when Steve crashed the Valkyrie he was actually in the early stages of pregnancy... and he's an Omega to boot. Now he's lost in the future without the person who should have been his mate, trying to learn how to parent and deal with this newly discovered side of himself.

It's clear he needs help.

Thankfully, his teammates have his back.

They've hired a nanny.

Commentary ⊳ I read this entirely in one sitting. I couldn’t put it down. There was action and suspense and domestic fluff at every turn, and Bucky does it all—he’s a nanny.

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Title ⊳ Getting Away With Murder

Author ⊳ roe87

Pairing ⊳ Dog Walker!Bucky Barnes x Rich!Steve Rogers

Rating ⊳ Explicit

Word Count ⊳6k

Major Tags ⊳ Modern AU, No Powers, Humor, Dark, Cheating, Bucky Kills Peggy, Pet Sitter Bucky, Suspence, Seduction, Explicit Sexual Content, Power Dynamics

Summary ⊳ Steve and Peggy have an annoying small dog that needs a dog-nanny ASAP. So they interview candidates and along comes Bucky, a pleasant young man who seems perfect for the job.

Bucky really likes Steve, and he likes Steve's home. He doesn't particularly like Peggy, so he makes plans to do away with her and take her place.

Commentary ⊳ Funny and spicy. The underlying thrill for the fic leads to a conclusion I was rooting for! Very much ♥️

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[aimmyarrowshigh]

fic writer meme: 2, 12, 22, 32, 42, 52, 62, 72?

Answering under a read-more!

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

For long multi-chapter fics, I plan ahead by chunk but not necessarily by chapter -- I have a general outline and I write to that, and then after I write, I cut it down into chapters where there are "good breaks." I never decide ahead of time how many chapters I'll have and then outline to that, though! That's too much planning for me.

For long one-shots, I generally don't plan and I often don't outline more than knowing the beginning, the climax or big turning-point, and the ending? (And I often don't know the ending tbh.)

12. How does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

I would say that not getting feedback affects me less than it used to, just because there are so many things that I write now that DON'T get any feedback that if it still made me feel like total shit, I'd feel like total shit all the time, and I don't have the bandwidth for that.

Getting feedback definitely makes me feel more connected to a fandom, though, and inspires me to want to create more for that fandom than the fandom(s) where I don't get any feedback. Fandoms like Steve/Bucky, The Baby-Sitters' Club, Scooby-Doo, and Miss Fisher give me more creative energy through feedback than, say, The Old Guard where I don't really get any feedback anymore, even though I objectively like TOG in a more "fannish" way than Scooby-Doo, or whatever.

I'm in fandom in large part for the connection to other people who love the stuff that I love. If there's no feedback, then a major part of the equation is missing for me, and if I don't feel like the other people who love the thing are out there, then it makes me love the thing less, too.

22. Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

Not really -- it depends on the fandom and how to best serve the story. I've written in first-person, second-person, and third-person POV; I've written non-HEA darkfic; I've written kink and vanilla and gen; I've written slash, femslash, and het. There are certain tropes/kinks that I personally am not at all into and wouldn't write just because I personally don't think I'd ever like a fandom where those were in-character for the characters, but that's just kinktomato. There are a LOT of things that I wouldn't write "on request," though, because I would have to have an actual inspiration to be able to feel out the thread of the story -- like, I wouldn't write Steve Harrington/Joyce Byers for an auction/exchange fic, even though I wrote a 10k fic for them. Same with Poe Dameron/Ben Solo.

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

This changes all the time and I more have favorite fics than favorite writers, but I always love @dracosollicitus, @fille-lioncelle, and @kaikamahine when their fandoms-they-write line up with fandoms-I-read. But 99% of the time I pick to read something based on the summary and not the writer.

42. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

I've been in a book reading phase for a while now and less of a fic reading phase, so I'm not 100% positive what the last fic I read was! HONESTLY it was most likely a reread of owlet's Infinite Coffee & Protection Detail series, which I recommend to literally everyone all the time. It's a fic I would recommend to my DAD, it's that good.

52. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do but I'm slowwwwww at it. I get anxious that I'm going to sound stupid or conceited or something, so I let the comments pile up until there are an unreasonable amount and then I get overwhelmed by how many there are and how long I've been sitting on them. It's a bad system, but it's what I got. I do try to write back reasonably quickly if someone asks an actual question or something, though.

62. Thoughts on cliffhangers?

Very hard to write well. Even in books. I can count the number of actually good cliffhangers I've read on my fingers, and honestly at this exact moment the only one I can really say definitely counts is the end of Catching Fire (THG #2). I think A LOT of the time they feel really contrived and don't actually hit that emotional tension spot that a good cliffhanger needs to hit. Oh, you know what fic has a good one? The Maskfic (despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) by @praximeter). It's not the ending, it's the chapter-ender of the Big Reveal.

72. What order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

It depends on the format! For a free prose longfic like Lent From Tomorrow, I write out of order and just go for the scenes in the way that they come to me and lead into/from one another. Usually it starts from either the climax or the opener and then jumps around to get from one to the other.

BUT if I'm writing something as a structured drabble series like Not In The Answer But The Question or Could Use A Guy Like Me, I write strictly in order chronologically. Those I can't write out of order because I would die.

[ladykailitha]

The Eddie Munson Guide to Dating an Oblivious Jock Part 5

This a short one because technically this is the end of the guide, but there is an appendix and an afterword with Lucas and Max. Which I will put out tomorrow. Thank you for all the support for this fun little story that got completely out of hand, but that I loved doing. Thanks again to @artiststarme for suggesting this. I hope you enjoyed it.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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Step Eight: Kissing

“Whoa, whoa!” Max said. “We’re already at kissing?”

Eddie grinned. “I don’t mean on the lips. We’ll get to that.”

“What kind of kisses are we talking about then?”

The final step to bagging your jock is kissing. But by this I mean on the cheek, the forehead, top of the head, the hand. We’re talking flirty kisses. And then you build up to neck kisses and lips. And even lip kisses have different categories.

“Fuck,” Max said rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands. “I didn’t realize it could be so confusing.”

“Don’t worry,” Eddie said, “I’ll break it down so that you understand.”

There are gentle good morning kisses, quick hello pecks, lazy warm kisses, heat searing could lead to something else type kisses.

“Oh. I get it now,” Max said. “Not all kisses are the same.”

“And you get to decide if it’s going too far,” Eddie said. “You can say no at any time. But also so can he. So if he says wait, stop, or no. Or even any of the variations therein stop. And if he doesn’t stop when you tell him to, break his knee.”

“Eddie...” she whined.

“I mean it,” Eddie growled. “Consent is hella important. I don’t care who it is.”

Max rolled her eyes. “That’s not what the movies and TV and books say.”

“Then you’re consuming the wrong kind of media, kid,” Eddie said. “Because yeah, you are going to get those kind of things in everything, but you’ll also find some good stuff. Usually written by women, unfortunately.”

She nodded.

Eddie started ramping up his affections by kissing Steve on the cheek when they said goodbye. Which always leaves him blushing and stammering.

And then he began kissing Steve’s hand hello which got the best reaction in Eddie’s humble opinion. A deep blush, the ducking of his head and cute drawn out cry of “Eddie!”

“The first time I saw that one,” Max said, “I didn’t know humans could even turn that color of red.”

Eddie laughed. “I know, right? That was also when our idiot friends picked up on the fact I was hitting on Steve.”

“I still can’t figure out how they missed all the signs up this point,” she said rolling her eyes. “Like I get Steve and Lucas. We love their obliviousness. It’s part of their charm. But how did our so-called genius friends miss you literally plastering yourself all over our baby-sitter.”

Eddie laughed. “One of the great mysteries of the world.”

Steve was curled up under Eddie’s arm on Eddie’s sofa for their weekly movie night.

“You okay there, beautiful,” Eddie murmured.

“I think I feel a migraine coming on,” Steve admitted softly.

Eddie kissed the top of his head. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart.”

Steve sat up after a bit struggling and Eddie helping him. Eddie went to the bathroom and got the extra strength pain killers he kept on hand for just such an occasion. He got a water bottle out of the fridge and made his way back to Steve.

He stopped at the entrance to front room. Steve was struggling to stay up right, his eyes were closed and pinched. He kept trying to smooth them out but the pain would get too much and he would furrow his brow again.

“Hey, hey,” Eddie murmured, as he knelt in front of him. “Let’s get you to bed. Can you stand, sweetheart?”

Steve nodded and Eddie helped him to his feet. Steve wobbled a bit, but was able to stand on his own.

Eddie led the way to the bedroom where he put Steve to bed. It was a testament to how bad Steve was already that the boy didn’t protest.

Eddie gave him the medicine and the water. Steve downed most of the bottle before Eddie took it from him and bullied him under the covers. He got up to leave Steve to his rest, when Steve grabbed his wrist.

“Don’t go,” he murmured. “Please stay.”

Eddie smiled softly. “Whatever you need, beautiful.”

He crawled into bed from the other side and curled up next him. He pressed a kiss to Steve’s poor belabored head. “I’m here.”

“Okay,” Max said. “I understand better. Kissing doesn’t have mean attraction it can mean affection, too.”

“Exactly,” Eddie said. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

“So when was your first kiss?” she asked.

“When he woke up actually,” he admitted shyly.

Her eyes went wide. “Seriously?”

He nodded.

When Steve woke up the room was dark and the gentle light of the moon peaked through the curtains. The pain in his head was almost gone and he was wrapped in Eddie’s arms.

“Hey,” Eddie murmured, “you feeling any better?”

Steve rotated in Eddie’s arms so that were face to face. “Yeah, thanks to you.”

Eddie pulled him close. “You could have said you had a migraine, I would have postponed.”

Steve shook his head. “I didn’t start to get one until we were half through. Besides, I like it here. Remember? It’s homey.”

“Safe, you said,” Eddie replied, rubbing his nose up and down Steve’s.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “I would rather be here with a migraine then at home.”

Eddie smiled. “I would have come and taken care of you, darlin’.”

Steve breath caught in his chest. “You’re so good to me.” He brought his hand up to Eddie’s cheek. “I’m not reading this wrong, am I?”

“No, sweetheart.”

Steve pressed forward, slotting their lips together. Eddie melted into the kiss and he could feel Steve do the same.

“I love you, Stevie,” Eddie said once they had parted.

Steve looked into his eyes with such adoration that Eddie was sure he had taken psychic damage.

“I love you so much, Eds,” he whispered back.

Eddie sat up and gently tapped Steve’s forehead. “Let’s go get you something to eat.”

Steve groaned. “Oh I don’t think I’m up for eating.” He held his stomach dramatically.

“You need to eat something, sweetheart,” Eddie said soothingly. “I’ll find you something that is easy on your tum tum.”

Steve sighed. “Yeah, okay. I trust you.”

“Holy hell,” Max said. “That was even more sickeningly sweet then I imaged.

Eddie laughed. “It what I was going for, you know? The sweetness of it. Because that’s what Steve needs. Someone to be sweet to him. Robin is fantastic but we both know that when her and Steve get together they try and out sass each other.”

“And the rest of us are hormonal little shits,” Max agreed with a grin that split her face.

Eddie smiled fondly. “That’s certainly true. Well, except the older kids, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle. But they can be affectionate with Steve, Argyle especially, but they aren’t soft.”

“And Steve needs all the softness in the world,” Max said. “Is there anything else? I mean at this point you’ve bagged the jock. He is yours. What else can there be?”

Part 6

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[horror-stuff]

being ghostface's victim

(1996 ver.)

Your POV (indicating when you speak so it doesn't get confusing; also steve orth doesnt exist in this)

It was late, and I was cooking popcorn. The phone began ringing again. I walked over to answer it. (A/N: sorry in advance if this sucks) "hello?"

"Why don't you wanna talk to me?"

[You] "who is this?"

"You tell me your name, I'll tell you mine."

[You] "Huh, I don't think so"

"what's that noise?"

[You] "popcorn."

"You're making popcorn?"

[You] "Yeah."

"I only eat popcorn in the movies."

[You] "well, I'm getting ready to watch a video."

"Really? What?"

[You] "oh. Just some scary movie."

"Do you like scary movies?"

[You] "yeah."

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

[You] "uh, I don't know." You thought for a moment, "hmm probably halloween. You know the one guy with the white mask who stalks baby sitters. Whats yours?"

"Guess."

[You] "nightmare on elm street."

"Is that the one guy who has knives for fingers?"

[You] "yeah, freddy krueger"

"Freddy! Right, I like that movie. It was scary."

[You] "well the first one was but the rest sucked."

"So, you got a boyfriend?"

[You] "Why? You wanna ask me out on a date?"

"Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?"

[You] "no"

"You never told me your name."

[You] "Why do you wanna know my name?"

"I wanna know who I'm looking at."

You paused where you were. "What did you say?" You looked around the room you were in, surely this person was messing with you right? This must've been some sick prank caller..or at least you hoped it was. "I wanna know who I'm talking to." They finally spoke.

[You] "that's not what you said."

"What do you think I said?"

You were looking through every window of your house. Even if this was all a joke, you were now more aware of your surroundings. And you swore it felt like you were being watched. You turned on the back porch light, looking out into your backyard. Nothing, or so it seemed.

"What?"

You continued looking everywhere throughout your backyard. "Hello...?" You decided it was best to hang up. "Look, I gotta go." You still kept watch of the backyard.

"Wait, I thought we were gonna go out."

"I don't think so." You said as you locked the back door.

"Don't hang up on me" was the last thing you heard before you inevitably hung up. Your popcorn was beyond done cooking by this point. (A/N: it may diverge from the movie a bit at this point) You took it off the stove and set it aside. You decided to go check the backyard one last time. You didn't see anything, so you turned the back porch light off. Then you heard something from behind you. It sounded like...breathing? You slowly turned around, and that's when you saw them. They were wearing a white ghost mask with a black cloak type costume. It honestly looked like something they stole from spirit halloween. That's when you noticed they were holding a knife in one hand..and a phone in the other. "Hello Y/N." You stood there in shock for a few moments, had this person been stalking you? If so, how long? And why? (TW: gore past this point) You quickly regained your composure and ran past the person. They began chasing you, they were very fast surprisingly. You ran upstairs, trying to get to your room so you'd be able to climb out the window. Or at least you'd get a few moments to get something to fight back. That's when they jumped out in front of you. Or..no they were still chasing you, but who was this other person? They were dressed in the same costume, also holding a weapon. You had stumbled back, before realizing you were trapped. If you tried going anywhere else you would just be more trapped. In the middle of you panic, one of them had grabbed you as the other ran up to stab you. The knife went right through your left lung. Then through your heart, and your liver. They stabbed you repeatedly. Blood was gushing from your wounds. Your clothes were now soaked red, your vision was getting blurry. You looked at them with tears in your eyes. The pain was everywhere. It surrounded you. You felt yourself slowly dying. The two dropped you, and left you to die in your own home. Blood stained the floor, and anything that surrounded you. You stared at the blurry image of your ceiling. You were numb but in pain. This was the end. You didn't even see your life flash before your eyes. Your breath was extremely shallow. Then everything went dark.

[veronicasanders]

"Get to Know Me" Tag Meme

Thank you for the tag, @duckprintspress!! Sorry that it took me so long to do it! (Also I know that I'm not really involved in this discussion but I feel like I need to say for the record that while Raphael is *definitely* the best turtle, Michelangelo is a respectable choice too. Sometimes you meet people who say they love Leonardo and it's like...bro, who hurt you? Plus I'm legally required to link to this XKCD comic anytime the Ninja Turtles are mentioned.)

Three Ships: Well, I write RPDR fic, and seeing as how my avatar is Courtney Act, it would be wrong not to mention the two main ships I write with her: Bianca Del Rio/Courtney Act (Bitney) and Adore Delano/Courtney Act (Adorney). Third places changes a lot based on what I'm reading/writing but I always really love the Sasha Velour/Shea Coulee (Sasha) dynamic. (Also, @theartificialdane and I just wrote a few scenes where Pearl and April are highkey flirting and I'm pretty into that.)

First Ever Ship: As a kid, I was really REALLY into TV couples with strong bisexual energy. Jessie and Slater from Saved by the Bell, Max and Kyle from Living Single, Clare and Steve from OG 90210. I was also very hyper fixated on The Baby-Sitter's Club books for like, years, and really just always felt a *spark* between Dawn and Kristy. (But seriously, go back and read how Kristy describes Dawn compared to how she describes anyone else, or how other people describe Dawn for that matter. And fun fact: Ann M. Martin is in fact a lesbian. So...)

Last Song: Madonna's Holy Water (from Rebel Heart)

Currently Reading: Nonfiction: Laziness Does Not Exist by Devon Price, Scarcity: Why Having Too Little Means Too Much by Sendhil Mullainathan and Elder Shafir. Fic: I mean it's no secret that I'm deeply fucking invested in slash obsessed with @artificiallita's Bitch Fight (also guess what just started playing as I typed this? Heaven is a Place on Earth. Coincidence?) and @artificialcandycane's Will You Make Me Believe? Also, I just beta'd a chapter of Dartmouth420's The Single Gay Dads Club, and it's so fucking good, you guys aren't ready!!

Currently Watching: I just started Real Housewives of Salt Lake City and it's already SO UNHINGED. Plus doing a re-watch of Crazy Ex-Girlfriend which never fucking disappoints. And about to start the latest episode of Sarah Silverman's podcast.

Currently Consuming: A giant bottle of water, honeydew and this Italian cheese I bought earlier at an International Food Fair. I don't remember the name but it's Alpine, I think? And hard. And delicious.

Currently Craving: An end to my daily migraines, a massage, and maybe getting to bed early for the first time all week.

Tag people you want to get to know better! @imafuckingtranslibra-blog @junosjukebox @glittertrail @sweetestberryofthebunch @dakotagorgeousworld @tumble4rpdr @djooodie @fab-wolf-in-the-gloom @fannyatrollop @momsthetic

[themculibrary]

Fluff Masterlist

part two

About Damn Time (ao3) - Almaren bucky/tony T, Tk

Summary: So maybe Tony had developed a massive crush on his neighbor ever since the guy had moved in five months ago. They guy was obviously dating his blonde Adonis of a roommate, so Tony's crush was totally pointless... right?

Branches of Pine (ao3) - 27dragons bucky/tony T, 8k

Summary: It's Bucky's first holiday season with the Avengers, and he's determined to enjoy it, from the big Thanksgiving parade to the New Year's countdown. He's still dealing with his PTSD, but his new friends are there to help him with that. He's also dealing with a crush the size of those giant parade balloons, but his new friends are going to help him with that, too... whether he wants them to or not!

Cat Parenting (and Other Meet-Cutes) (ao3) - singingwithoutwords (orphan_account) bucky/tony T, 6k

Summary: Of all the ways Bucky could have finally gotten a chance to speak to his crush, why did it have to be his cat getting Tony's cat pregnant?

Earth's Cuddliest Heroes (ao3) - laireshi steve/tony G, 2k

Summary: This is not how Tony imagined his first cuddle session with Captain America would go.

Help, We've Been Body Swapped! (ao3) - roe87 steve/bucky M, 2k

Summary: Bucky and Steve get zapped by a random magician, and end up stuck in each other's bodies.

Awkwardness and bickering follow.

It's the Little Things in Life (ao3) - NarutoRox bucky/tony T, 4k

Summary: Though Barnes had been living in the tower for almost six months now, things between him and Tony were still a bit awkward.

Which is why Tony is a tad confused when Barnes starts leaving him strange little gifts.

Long Way Up (ao3) - calicotales bucky/clint T, 3k

Summary: “Then Clint sees Bucky reach over with his left hand a little and the door starts to close. Oh. Hell. No.”

My Heart is Yours (ao3) - starspangledsprocket steve/tony G, 2k

Summary: Steve is determined, above all else, to win Tony's heart. Even if it means using old fashioned methods.

Ned Leed’s field trip to Stark Industries (ao3) - Drake_DiAngelo G, 15k

Summary: Your generic Field Trip trope, but slightly different because it’s Ned centric and hopefully everyone stays in character.

Also, Peter is absolutely everywhere they go but they never quite manage to actually see him. (Or realize its him) They did see Spiderman though, so that’s nice.

no one id rather be stuck with (ao3) - achillightning bruce/thor G, 4k

Summary: Whilst on a diplomatic meeting with government officials, Thor and Bruce get stuck in the building elevator.

Petnames (ao3) - itsallAvengers bucky/tony T, 4k

Summary: One time.

Bucky said it one time. And now Tony isn't letting him live it down. But hey, two can play at that game.

*3-month long game of gay chicken ensues*

quaranteens (ao3) - blueh T, 6k

Summary: Or: a day in the life of the quarantined high school spider-kid, as seen through the eyes of his first-period chemistry class.

The Baby-Sitter Experiment (ao3) - nightwalker steve/tony G, 4k

Summary: Steve and Tony volunteer to babysit. Fluff ensues.

the best kinds of love (ao3) - searchingforstars pepper/tony G, 5k

Summary: “C’mon, Mo. I just need you to work with me. How about you drink this and I’ll get you a square of chocolate afterwards, does that sound good?”

Another shake of the head.

“It’s berry flavoured! It’ll be just like the raspberry Jell-O Mom makes. You love that!”

“Nuh-uh. It’s different.”

It’s that exact moment that Peter lets a quiet sigh rush out between his gritted teeth and considers - only very briefly, but still - picking up his phone and calling Pepper or Tony.

–

or, a flu-ridden Morgan crashes Peter and Ned’s date night.

The Counselors Are In (ao3) - valdomarx steve/tony T, 2k

Summary: Steve and Tony from Avengers Assemble open a counseling service for all the other Steves and Tonys from across the multiverse. God knows they need it.

The Newlywed Exercise (ao3) - avengersasssemble steve/tony N/R, 2k

Summary: Fury orders the team to play The Newlywed Game to test their knowledge of their teammates, with Natasha playing the hostess. May the best couple win?

Three Little Words (ao3) - izazov steve/tony G, 832

Summary: As it turned out, making the first Iron Man suit in a cave out of a box of scraps was less challenging than saying 'I love you'.

Winter Wooer (ao3) - salytierra bucky/tony M, 8k

Summary: Winter may not be the most pleasant guy to live or share your body with, but he isn't nearly as destructive as everybody expected him to be either. He likes to brood in the corners, watch British TV, and freak people out. And Tony. He really, really likes Tony Stark. There's just one problem – Bucky's pretty sure he doesn't feel the same way about the guy.

The only thing you need to know about this story is that no matter how much you like winteriron, you'll never ship them as much as Steve ships them here.

[mybookplacenet]

Author Interview: Paula Banks

Tell us about yourself.: Hey there, I'm Paula, a 46-year-old author of children's books. When I'm not busy writing stories, I juggle my roles as a wife, a mother, and an implementation specialist. Where did you grow up, and how did this influence your writing?: I hail from Rockland County, NY, which is situated right outside the bustling city of NYC. It was during my time there that I discovered my love for writing stories. Do you have any unusual writing habits? I don't think I've got any weird writing habits. I just write, and when I feel stuck or overwhelmed, I take a break for a day or even a week to clear my head. Then I jump back in and keep going. What authors have influenced you? I hail from Rockland County, NY, which is situated right outside the bustling city of NYC. It was during my time there that I discovered my love for writing stories. Do you have any advice for new authors? Just keep going! Whether you sell one book or a hundred, never give up on writing. Your stories are important, and I promise that someone out there will connect with what you have to say. What is the best advice you have ever been given? The best piece of advice I ever gave was to my boys, and it was simply this: follow your dreams, no matter what. Don't wait for the perfect moment; just go ahead and do it. What are you reading now? Steve Furtick, Sun Stand Still What's your biggest weakness? I believe that my biggest weakness is self-doubt. What is your favorite book of all time? The Autobiography of Malcolm X When you're not writing, how do you like to spend your time? When I'm not writing, you can find me hanging out with my husband, watching an old '80s movie, or listening to some hip-hop. Do you remember the first story you ever read, and the impact it had on you? The very first books that had an impact on me were the Baby-Sitters Club series. I was obsessed with those books, and they inspired me to become a writer. Ann Martin was the first author I was introduced to who made me think, "This is what I want to do." What has inspired you and your writing style? My writing style is heavily influenced by my personal experiences. I take fragments of my childhood and reimagine them the way I wish they had played out. In that sense, my writing is very intimate, as it allows me to rewrite parts of my life that I may have missed out on due to my shyness or insecurities. What are you working on now? At the moment, I'm busy writing the second book of the Peyton's Journeys series, which is set to release on June 4th! I'm excited to share that I've infused one of my passions, hip hop, into this book. It's very special to me, and I can't wait for readers to experience it. What is your favorite method for promoting your work? Social media has been a game-changer for me! Not only does it provide a platform to market my books, but it's also a great way to connect with other authors, particularly black authors like myself. Through social media, I've been able to form valuable connections and expand my network in ways that I never thought possible. What's next for you as a writer? The sky's the limit! I'm eager to discover everything that God has in store for me on this journey as an author. How well do you work under pressure? I believe that I work fairly well under pressure. Sometimes I perform even better when things get hectic than when they're calm. How do you decide what tone to use with a particular piece of writing? Given that I write for the age group of 4-8, I always aim to maintain an engaging tone in my work. I try to avoid being too formal or using language that children might not relate to. It's important to me to remember that, even though I'm an adult, I'm writing for the little ones, so my stories must be told in a way that they can understand. If you could share one thing with your fans, what would that be? While I may not have a huge fan base at the moment (but that will change soon, I am claiming!), To my current fans, I appreciate you more than words can say! Paula Banks's Author Websites and Profiles Website Amazon Profile Paula Banks's Social Media Links Instagram Read the full article

[painofhumanity]

Dynamics I would really love to explore: Marvel edition

Eliot & Bruce Eliot & Betty Eliot & Tony Eliot & Scott Eliot & Cassie

Valentine & Bucky Valentine & Natasha Valentine & Clint Valentine & Clint's kids (she'd be the best worst baby sitter) Valentine & Steve Valentine & Yelena

Morgan & Pepper Morgan & Happy Morgan & Rhodey Morgan & Peter Morgan & Fury Morgan & Harley Morgan & Nebula

Annika & Thor Annika & Loki Annika & Darcy Annika & Valkyrie Annika & Sif

Wendy & Erik Wendy & Charles Wendy & Peter (Pietro) Wendy & Logan