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Choteau

A/N: hello my dearies! I’ve been mia, not a surprise lol, but after a long move I’m finally transitioned into our new home, and have had sometime. Anywho, I am back with a new short series. I know, I know. Oh lawd someone stop me now, right? But without further ado, here is part one of my Steve Rogers cowboy-esque series- the one I promised months ago 😂 As usual, unedited, because this is fucking tumblr. Enjoy dearies! P.s. remember I do cover art? 

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Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: fully disclosed- talks of domestic abuse.

Word count:3k+

Your lungs burned with such intensity, it felt as if a hot flame licked at their very walls, with every intake of breath, or lack thereof. Every inhale seemed to fuel the fire, as you desperately fought to fill your lungs with air, but to no avail. You could feel your head growing fuzzy, the sensation of prickling needles engulfed your head. starry  lights overtook your visual field, until there was nothing but darkness...

You startled awake, your heart thudding against your chest, as you rubbed at your neck, panting as you managed to catch your breath. It was just a dream, you whispered to yourself with a sigh of relief. it was just a dream. You sat up, the scratchy sheets of the cheap motel rubbed against the exposed skin of your legs.  Looking over, your daughter slept soundly next to you, the slow rise and fall of her chest, brought ease to your heart.

You felt awful, bringing her into this situation, uprooting her life, taking her out of the only home she’s ever known. But you couldn’t stay anymore. Your recent brush with death was too much. You couldn’t bare not being in your daughters life... She needed her mother. And she needed her mother unbroken for once.

You swung your legs over the bed, placing them firmly on the floor as you gripped at the edge of the bed with both hands. You glanced at the clock that sat on the dinky little end table. 5:47 A.M. it read in bright red numbers.

You definitely weren’t going back to sleep.

With a heave from the bed, you felt immediate stiffness in your back, as you walked to the small bathroom. You brought in your oversized navy blue duffle bag, pulling a compact bag from with in it. The overhead fan buzzed as you took a seat on the edge of the cold tub, causing shivers to descend down your spine.

You opened it, pulling the contents from within.   You held in your hands the only money to your name. Slowly counting it out. $3759... you could do this... No, you have to do this. For her. For Bennie.

A soft knock at the door made your heart spring in your chest.

“Mommy.” Bennie’s soft voice brought your heart to ease. You had to remind yourself Aaron wasn’t here and you were safe. You tucked the loose bills back into the bag, tossing into the tub and pulling the curtain before opening the door. There stood your doe eyed little girl. Her hair was a mess. Those copper locks you loved so much were matted flat to one side of her head. You couldn’t help but smile, pulling her tiny frame into you for a big mama bear hug.

“What are you doing up so early mon petit chou?” You kissed the top of her head, brushing the dried drool  soaked hair from her cheek.  

“I’m hungry. My tummy rumbles.”

“Oh, you’ve got a case of the rumbly tumblies?”

Her head bobbed up and down, as she patted her tummy.

“Well, we can’t have that. Can you hangout for a bit while mommy takes a shower, and then we can grab some breakfast? I’m thinking waffles... with strawberries maybe?” A wide grin spread across Bennie’s face.

“Yay! Waffles!”

Bennie exclaimed as she bolted for the bed, tucking herself beneath the cover of her favorite purple fleece Minnie Mouse blanket.

The water didn’t take long to heat up, and for this you were relieved. White tufts of stream rose from the  steaming water, as you watched it fall from the shower head. You reached your arm in testing the temperature before submerging yourself in the delicious heat. You could hear Bennie’s soft giggles trailing in, faint over the shower. You rested your head against the tile of the shower wall. That laughter, that little girl, is what kept you going through all the pain, the agony you had endured. You smiled as you let yourself become lost in her innocence.

Your shower ended far to quickly. It seemed to be over as soon as it started. You moved sluggishly, wishing for a few moments more under the scalding water. Wrapping yourself in the small hotel towel, you starred into the fog covered mirror, thankful you didn’t have to look into the mirror. You dressed hastily. Throwing on your favorite pair of medium wash denim jeans and an old hoodie. You tied up your damp hair in bun, if you could call it that. Bennie picked out  her own outfit, a pair of unicorn tights, with a metallic ribbed skirt, and a red tee.

“I’m a pop star mommy! Like Barbie!” Bennie struck a pose, her lips protruding in a pouty face.

“You sure at Bennie! A true pop star!”

Stepping outside, the chilly morning Montana air kicked at your cheeks. You knelt down to Bennie, zipping up her sweater- that was a hassle to get her to wear, because according to Bennie, it just didn’t go with her outfit.- You tucked a sterling hair behind her ear before pulling the hood over her head. “There, nice and cozy.” You smiled lovingly at your toddler, gentle running your thumb across her cheek before settling her into her car seat.

You slid into the driver's seat of your quick buy, ‘06 Malibu. The dashboard clock read 6:32am as your car roared to life.the streets were empty, the town quiet. No hustle and bustle, of the city that you were used too. You drove around for about 15 minutes until you entered the small downtown area. The Buildings were rustic, carrying a late 19th century vibe to them. A quaint family restaurant was nestled between a flower shop and the local barbershop. As you pulled closer, you saw the open sign swaying back and forth on the door. Perfect” You thought to yourself, as you pulled into a parking spot. “Ready for some yummy waffles?”

Bennie nodded, the bun on top of her head bobbing back and forth.  You remove yourself from the car, before unbuckling Bennie from her harness. The restaurant had a charming demeanour. Old photos hung from the shiplap walls, remembering the town in it’s beginnings. A free standing sign read “Please seat yourself”.

“Where should we sit Sweetie?” you asked, watching her excitement grow with anticipation. Grabbing your hand, she dragged you to a booth, just big enough for two, in the back left corner of the restaurant.

A petite and plump older lady began making her way towards you. Her graying hair was nestled in a messy bun, a few stray bangs, dangling in her face. A wide small graced her lips as she approached the table. It was an infectious smile, warm and nurturing.

“well good morning. My names Gwen. What can I start you two off with this morning?”

“Juice mommy, juice!” Bennie chimed.

“Apple or orange?” Gwen asked Bennie directly, her smile never fading.

Bennie’s brow furrowed as she was in deep thought, her hand bald in a fist under her chin.

“um, apple.” It came out more as a question rather than a direct answer.

“Apple juice it is. And for you?” Gwen’s focus was now on you, as she adjusted the pocket sized notepad in her hand.

“I’ll take coffee please. Lord knows I need it.”

“Say no more hun. Half and half or creamer?”

“Half and half would be great.”

“Be back with those drinks in a jiff.”

Bennie sat across from you, smiling contently as she opened the box of crayons.

“So what brings you to Choteau? We don’t get many visitors outside of hunting season, around here.” Gwen placed the cups onto the table, pouring fresh coffee into your mug.

“Just needed to get away for a bit. Pointed to a random place on the map, and here we are.” You put your best smile forward. It wasn’t like you were telling a complete lie.

“Well, were always happy to see new faces around here. You’ll find our smile town can be quite lovely. Now, what can I get you ladies to eat?”

“We'll take the Belgian waffles with strawberries and a side of breakfast potatoes.”

“Coming right up.”

Gwen shimmied away, leaving you to face a very eager child. She sat on her knees, Elbows resting on the table, dragging the blue crayon over the paper in erratic movements. Her eyes met yours with a smile, and your heart began to sink a bit. She was completely unaware of what was going on… why her father wasn’t around anymore. When you first decided you had to run, to get as far away from him as possible, you worried about Bennie-afterall, she was the reason you stayed. Bennie had stopped constantly asking about her dad, and you were thankful for it.

The last few months on the run, constantly looking over your shoulder had taken its toll on you, and the last thing you needed was the guilt. Although Paul treated you like you were less than human, he was a devoted father to Bennie, and she adored him, he was her hero.  It was almost enough for you to stay to endure the ridicule, the bruises, until it nearly cost you your life…

You were startled from your thoughts when two large plates of waffles were set onto the table.

“you alright hun?” gwen's voice was laced with concern as she set down a bowl of potatoes.

“uh yea, yeah.. I’m fine. Just a lot on my mind.”

“well hun, if you ever need to talk, I’m around. Now enjoy your breakfast, and let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you.”

She smiled softly, a look of worry in her eyes as she turned to walk away. You grabbed the plated that was set in front of Bennie, pulling a fork and knife that were wrapped in a napkin.

“What kind of syrup would you like baby? Mulberry, maple, blueberry?”

“um… Blueberry!” She practically yelled with glee.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. In all the things to happen in your life, Bennie truly was the best.

You were stuffed as you sat back in your seat. Your stomach felt like it may just explode. You should have stopped eating halfway in but that waffle was thee most delicious waffle you had ever had. You never could have imagined something as simple as a waffle could taste so good. Bennie looked about the same, her eyes growing heavy as her head bobbed up and down. She definitely was going to fall asleep on the ride back to the motel.  

You flagged down Gwen with a wave. If you didn’t get out now, you’d be stuck lugging Bennie’s deadweight to the car. And any parent knows, there’s not much heavier than a sleeping preschooler.

“I can see someone is ready for a morning nap.” Gwen’s laugh was so pleasant, like windchimes, chiming in the light summer breeze. “Here’s your check hun. Anything else you need?”

You were hesitant in your response, but there was something about Gwen that made you feel relaxed, like you could be open for a moment.

“uh, Maybe you could offer some advice. I think we're going to be around for a bit, know of any jobs? Or places for rent? I don’t think the motel off of 45 is going to do the trick.”

“”I’ll be right back.” She hustled off in a huff, her shirt legs moving swift with every step, as she disappeared into the kitchen, door swinging behind her.

While she was gone, you grabbed your wallet from your purse, pulling the cash from your wallet, setting it onto the papercheck.

When you looked up from the table, Bennie’s eyes were nearly closed. Damn. You were not making it out of here with her awake. You coxed Bennie over to you, who sluggishly walked towards you, crawling into your arms. As soon has her head hit your chest, a soft snore trailed through her mouth. You brushed at her soft bronzed copper hair, placing a light kiss on her hair covered forehead.

The sound of a swinging door drew your attention from your daughter, it was Gwen, walking towards you, as if she was on a mission.

“Alright-“ She approached you, slightly winded, as if she had been running. “Sorry that took me so long, had to discuss it with my husband, and boy is he quite the talker. Anywho, he said it should be no problem at all to let you stay in our old house.”

“Your old house?”

“Yes. You see, we’re getting up there in age, and it’s an older farm house, and those stairs were becoming far too much for my Henry, so we built a small ranch home. I promise it is in great condition, a local boy helps us with the upkeep. So, it’s yours if you want it.”

A house, a whole house? You were flattered, but there was no way you could afford to rent a house. “I… I am flattered, I truly am, so thankful for the offer, but I couldn’t afford-“

Gwen held up her hand to shush you. “No need for any of that. You can help me out here, until you find something that better suits you. I really could use the help, with the way my knees have been feeling lately.”

You were dumbstruck. Never had you been met with such kindness, and from a stranger nonetheless.

“I don’t know what to say…” You felt the pressure building from behind your eye as you held back the floodgates.

“Run off back to the hotel and collect your things. We’ll get you settled.” You laid Bennie down on the bench of the booth, hauling yourself to your feet, wrapping your arms around Gwen in a coveted hug.

“I can’t thank you enough.”

Gwen returned the hug, it was an embrace that reminded you of your mother, and you savoured it.

“Now, you run along, and hurry back, okay?” Gwen pushed you back at arms length, wiping tears from your cheeks with a smile. You had known this woman all but an hour, and it felt as if you had known her a lifetime.

You gathered up a sleeping Bennie with a grunt, trying to steady yourself. God she was getting heavy. Her head rested on your shoulder, her wild locks falling into your eyes. Heading for the door , you took it one step at a time, longing for the days when Bennie easily fit into your arms.

Using your hip, you pushed the door open, the bell that sat over the threshold chiming it’s tune. You were incredibly thankful for your parking spot parked just a few feet from the door. You steady yourself against the rear passenger side door, your left knee supporting Bennie as you scavenged through your mess of a purse for your keys.

“God dammit.” You huffed in annoyance, as the keys you dug for slipped from you grasp, clanking against the asphalt.

“Here, let me help you with that.” A deep voice called from in front of you, your head snapping  in the direction of the melodious voice. There, before you stood the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on. Dreaming blue eyes stared at your from beneath a tan ridgetop crease, felt hat. His chiseled jawline was brimming with freshly trimmed scruff. He was lengthy, his height seemed to be accentuated by his dark denim wrangler and heeled cowboy boots. From what you could tell he was toned, his baby blue button down shirt that cling nicely to his well defined arms.

“Ma’am.”  His arm was extended out to you, keys dangling from his fingers.

You realized you had been staring, your cheeks growing warn as you quickly tried to regain your composure.

“Oh, um, I... Thank you so much.” You smiled nervously, pressing the unlock button on your key fob, a little too hard, causing the button to stick.

“Don’t mention it. Now you have a great day. Going to be a nice out today..” A wide and inviting smile spread across his face, revealing a perfect smile. It felt as though your heart was melting in your chest, a feeling you hadn’t felt in ages.

“You too, and thank you again!”

Your gaze lingered a bit too long as you watched him make his way into the restaurant. What a man.

You sighed heavily as you began buckling in Bennie.

“Get it together Y/N!” You coached yourself. The last thing you needed was to get distracted. You had important things to think about, and he wasn’t one of them.

You were in and out of the motel in no time at all. The small car was packed with what little belongings you had. Your stomach was in jumbles, as you sat behind the steering wheel.  You were nervous, understandably, as the unsettling thoughts began flood in. Did you really think this through? We’re you being to rash? Was staying in the same location more than a week safe? Could you really trust these people? You could trust anyone?

You sighed heavily, laying your head against the steering wheel. You couldn’t keep running forever s your funds wouldn’t allow it, and it wasn’t good for Bennie, she needed stability after these last couple of months, you owed her at least that.

And Gwen, you’d never met someone so genuine in your life, second to your mother. In fact, she reminded you of your mother and she went out of her way to help you when she had no obligation to..

You were staying. This was going to be your fresh start. You had to start somewhere, and what better place than Choteau?

You arrived back at the family restaurant, Bennie still sound asleep, the soft putter of her snores filling the car. You could see Gwen standing in the window from your parked car. She must have been waiting for you. She gestured for you to wait, before waltzing her way out of the front door, that infectious smile beaming.

You rolled down your window as she approached the idling car.

“Alright Hun.” She handed you a slip of paper and a key. “Follow these directions. You can’t miss the house. It’s white -well off white, but nevermind that- with a green roof. I’ll stop over after my shift to see how your settling in. And my numbers below if you have any questions. Now you hurry along hun. I’ll see you later.” She have your hand a quick squeeze before heading back into the restaurant.

You took in a deep breath, flipping  your car into reverse, as you headed in the direction of your new home.

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Day 61: Hunting Ground Masterlist: Part 3 (Suspect!Dean Winchester x Cop!Reader) When murders resembling those from a known serial killer start occurring in a sleepy little town, reader is called in to investigate. The prime suspect, Dean Winchester, is adamant that he’s innocent but reader isn’t so sure he hasn’t gone back to his old ways. @luci-in-trenchcoats​ Day 62: Hunting Ground: Part 4 Day 63: Hunting Ground: Part 5 Day 64: Hunting Ground: Part 6 Day 65: Hunting Ground: Part 7 Day 66: Hunting Ground: Part 8 Day 67: Hunting Ground: Part 9

Day 68: Beautifully Unfinished Masterlist: Part 1 (Steve Rogers x Reader) One foolish outburst, one moment of weakness at the worst possible time, and everything goes up in smoke. Who knew finally voicing your true, deep-rooted feelings, would lead to the complete destruction of your most cherished friendship? (Modern!AU) @kayteewritessteve​ Day 69: Beautifully Unfinished: Part 2 Day 70: Beautifully Unfinished: Part 3  Day 71: Beautifully Unfinished: Part 4  Day 72: Beautifully Unfinished: Part 5  Day 73: Beautifully Unfinished: Part 6  Day 74: Beautifully Unfinished: Part 7  Day 75: Beautifully Unfinished: Part 8

Day 76: Reckless Masterlist: Part 1 (Bucky Barnes x Reader) The Fast and the Furious AU. You’re an undercover cop with a mission to infiltrate a team of street racers responsible for the theft of millions of dollars worth in electronics. However, you didn’t think you would fall for the leader of the team and your target, Bucky Barnes. Now you must make the decision, will you turn Bucky and his team in order to become an FBI agent you’ve always wanted to be, or throw caution to the wind and continue to fall for a criminal? @anaboo-thewriter​ Day 77: Reckless: Part 2 Day 78: Reckless: Part 3 Day 79: Reckless: Part 4 Day 80: Reckless: Part 5 Day 81: Reckless: Part 6 Day 82: Reckless: Part 7 Day 83: Reckless: Part 8 Day 84: Reckless: Part 9 Day 85: Reckless: Part 10 Day 86: Reckless: Part 11

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Day 88: The Groom To Be Masterlist: Part 1 (Steve Rogers x Reader) You’ve worked hard building your career- your goal to become a prestigious wedding planner. Countless nights and days you spent dedicated to your work, you didn’t have time for men or romance. To you, your career was everything. After 5 years of bending over backwards, you were finally given a career changing wedding for none other than Steve Rogers aka Captain America- marrying a notorious heiress Larissa Levingston. In the rule book of wedding planning, you never become to close to your clients. Strictly business. But you got lost in those mesmerizing blue eyes.Will this blue eyed man, be the break you’ve been waiting for, or the end of your career? @bettercallsabs​ Day 89: The Groom To Be: Part 2 Day 90: The Groom To Be: Part 3 Day 91: Reckless: Part 12 (End)

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Hold On Loosely - Biker!Steve x Reader(f)   Chapter 19

Authors Notes:  Oh My Goodness!!! This is it. The last chapter! I am so grateful for the love this series has gotten. Thank you all so much!!!!

Word Count: 1k

Special Thanks: Here’s a final thank you to @itsanerdlife for fueling my Biker obsession and being my Beta for this whole thing. To my girl over at @girl-next-door-writes who also beta’ed for me. And an extra shout out to @bettercallsabs for this beautiful graphic. She is amazing and y’all need to check her out!!

Notes/Warnings: (My notes and warnings are for the story as a whole. Some notes and Warnings will not apply to every chapter.) smoking (I do not support smoking. keep your lungs clean y’all.) drinking, (be of age, don’t be stupid) minor violence, backstabbing, attempted murder, anxiety, stress, mentions of death, car accident, trauma, …I think that’s it. let me know if I’ve missed something.

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  One year later.

 "Steve, were going to be late!" Y/N called from the front door. "You know how they get when we're not there the second we say we'll be."

 "I'm coming!" He shouted and he hurried down the hall. "Babe, it only takes me a few- wow." He paused when he finally got a good look at her. "Y/N, you look amazing." His jaw was close to going slack.

 She blushed. "Stop it. I'm not even dressed up."

 He walked closer and took her in his arms. "Doesn't matter, you're always beautiful." Steve leaned in a kissed her gently. "I had an amazing time with you. We need to make vacations a regular thing. Somehow, beaches make you even more beautiful. I am one lucky son of a-"

 "We're late." She chuckled and gave him a quick peck before pulling him out  the door.

 Her hair bounced as she jogged to the bike. Her shorts, band t-shirt and black jacket fit her perfectly and it had Steve smirking at how lucky he really was.

 The trip he'd planned for their one year anniversary had been a surprise for Y/N and he had been so nervous that she wouldn't like it but everything went perfectly and they'd had a perfect trip.

 She threw his helmet at him and he caught it with a huff. "What's your hurry, sweetheart?" He asked as he swung his leg over. 

 Y/N hopped on behind him and swatted his back. "Just eager to see everyone that's all."

 "We were only gone two weeks." 

 "Do you even know how hard it's been not talking to Nat and Wanda? They messaged me everyday and I'm not exaggerating."

 "Hey," he turned to her after kick starting the bike. "It was a no phone trip and they knew that."

 "Like that was gonna deter them." She muttered as she pulled her helmet on. "I love you!" She shouted over the engine.

 "I love you too." Steve patted her leg that was straddled behind him and she held on tight. Just as tight as the first time he gave her a ride, which made Steve laugh before he tapped her hand. She immediately loosened her grip but rubbed her thumb on the V.P. patch of his kutte.

The ride to the bar was perfect. The weather was not too hot and not too cold which was hard to come by in a southern Alabama summer. Steve pulled into the gravel to see a few of the new prospects give him a nod. One of them opened the door and shouted something inside. The blinds of one of the windows moved and Steve saw two familiar sets of eyes.

 He pulled off his helmet and shook out his hair, which was growing out as well as his beard. "You better hurry up. Nat and Wanda saw us in the window."

 Sure enough, Natasha and Wanda both came running out from the bar. Bucky, Sam, Clint, Frank and a few others followed.

 Y/N barely had time to get off the bike before her friends practically tackled her.

 "We missed you!" Wanda smiled.

 Nat crushed them both in a hug. "You're not allowed to be gone that long ever again."

 Y/N laughed. "Well, I'm going to have to when I go on my honeymoon."

 Nat and Wanda froze, then pulled away from her. 

 Y/N held up her left hand and beamed at them. The ring on her finger glimmered in the sun that shone right at her in the evening sunset.

 Nat and Wanda screamed and hugged Y/N again.

 "Oh my gosh! That's amazing!" Wanda was so excited she was almost shouting. "How'd he ask?"

 Y/N looked over at Steve who was staring at her with a smile on his face.

 "Well," Y/N started. "It started out as a ride." She rolled her eyes. "To the airport. Apparently your husband was in on it and met us there with our suitcases."

 Nat turned on Bucky. "You knew?!"

 He shrugged. "Sorry, doll."

 Y/N continued. "He flew us to Fort Myers Beach and got us a fancy hotel suite and everything. On the third night, the anniversary of the night we met, he took me to this really nice restaurant and then we walked on the beach and he proposed during the sunset."

 "Oh my gosh, stop!" Wanda gawked and looked at Steve.

 "Right out of a romance novel." Nat shook her head with a smile.

 Frank laughed. "I never would have taken you for a sap, V.P."

 "There's something else, too." Y/N bit her lip.

 "Oh, no." Nat's expression shifted as she looked at Y/n’s stomach.

 “Oh gosh, no, Nat. Look.” Y/N slid out of her jacket to reveal a brand new tattoo on the inside if her forearm. It was a red motorcycle with a banner wrapped around it. Across the banner read the same words that Steve had on his collarbone. 'I can do this all day.'

 Wanda and Nat grabbed her arm. 

 "Its beautiful!" Nat beamed.

 "Oh, it's perfect!" Wanda agreed. "Just like your charm!"

 "Inspired by the real deal." Y/N winked at her fiance.

 "You got her inked?" Clint asked surprised.

 "It was her idea." Steve never took his eyes off of her. 

 Bucky hugged Steve and patted him on the back a few times. "Congratulations, punk. You did good."

 "Thanks, man." Steve smiled proudly. 

 Sam clapped him on the shoulder and gave it a shake and a squeeze. "Finally convinced one to settle for you, huh?" He laughed. 

 Steve scoffed and shoved him away but laughed with him. "She definitely settled but I don't know how I did it."

 Y/N heard him as she and the girls walked over.

 "I did not settle for you. I won the jackpot." She grabbed him by his kutte and pulled him into a kiss.

 Everyone around them whooped and hollered, making the couple laugh against each other. 

 "Next round is on me!" Bucky shouted and the whole bar erupted in cheers. "Here's to the woman who has finally taken Steve off the market!"

 "To the future Mrs. Rogers!" Sam shouted.

 "Mrs. Rogers!" The bar chanted with drinks held high.

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Life As You Know It

Pairing: Tony Stark x Fem!Reader Insert, college AU

Word Count: 3500

Warnings: High school clique drama, implied bullying, mean girls, boy/girl best friends, vague reference to death if you look sideways and upside down

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Summary: You and Tony Stark were best friends, your mothers were best friends, and you were always there for each other.  You went to the same high school and attended college in the same town.  Maria Stark loved you like her own, and knew that, given the right amount of time and opportunity, more could develop between you and her son.  Would the two of you catch on?

A/N: Congratulations to @fanficfaerie for this follower milestone, it is so well deserved!  Thank you for creating and running this Disney Song and Quote Challenge, I am sure it is time consuming and taxing in ways I can’t imagine.  I appreciate the opportunity to participate, though I’m a tad nervous - I’ve never written Tony Stark before - hope this fits the bill!  

Quote: “You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” Winnie the Pooh 

You were fuming.  The good-girl, goodie-two-shoes rep that you so carefully cultivated with your teachers had always served you well.  It was a complete act, but only your besties had any inkling.  Until today, when the meanest of mean girls in your private school learned that you were responsible for a social media post detailing her daily atrocities.  Your best friend Tony Stark helped you erase all traces of a digital fingerprint, but somehow, Christine found out and, after enlisting her parents’ help, had your ass hauled to the principal’s office. 

As you listened to the adults yelling, lecturing, and threatening, all you could think of was the scene in “The Incredibles” when Dash’s teacher was trying to convince the principal to suspend him for putting a tack on his chair, to no avail.  Except in your reality, there was no parent in the room to defend or punish you.  Your parents were divorced, your Dad living on the other side of the country and your Mom, a pharmaceutical sales rep for a national company, always on the road.  You had a good relationship with both your parents, but they were of the mind that the biggest part of their job was to instill solid moral character and independence from an early age.  When you turned 16 and started driving, your mom made good on her plan to prepare you for adulthood.  You had to complete all necessary home and school functions, maintain an acceptable GPA, incur no disciplinary problems, and communicate daily with her about the little and big things going on in your life.  In exchange, you could come and go as you pleased, and have run of the house when she traveled, which was more often than not.  Your living situation was the envy of the school.  You weren’t about to do anything to mess it up, but today, it seemed you were on the fast-track to doing just that.

As your mom was out of town, the person they called, your guardian in absentia, was your Mom’s best friend since childhood, Maria Stark.  Mrs. Stark was used to being called in to various offices of authority to answer for her son’s behavior, ego, or infractions.  Tony started building internal combustion engines when he was 6, so high school was something he could have skipped altogether, but was forced upon him by his mother, to “foster social skills,” and help him get the “traditional teenage experience.”  He was smarter than all his teachers and never let an opportunity pass where he could point that out.  It was never well received.  You two made a great “we don’t fit the mold and we love it” duo.  

“Explain to me again why we’re here, sir, because I am at a loss to understand what rule this young lady has broken.”   Maria was elegant, sophisticated and, in her own right, a very smart woman.  When she asked a question, most likely she knew the answer; she was simply gathering information to support her argument against the unlucky person sitting across from her.

“Mrs. Stark, this young lady used social media to smear and defame the reputation of another student.  As the school handbook states, this is grounds for detention and possibly suspension, as well as joint treatment sessions with the school counselor.”  You leapt out of your chair, full of righteous teenage anger, intent on storming out.  Maria’s hand on your arm and supportive gaze cooled your temper; she wasn’t going to let anyone steamroll you.

The next hour was spent determining what evidence, if any, conclusively linked you to the incident.  Turns out, there was none, other than the suspicion of parents who were mortified that their daughter’s abhorrent behavior was now out in the world for anyone to see.  You admitted to nothing, and though Christine’s face was chartreuse as the rapidly-growing Twitter feed was read aloud, there was nothing that pointed to you, other than the well-known fact that you hated the girl’s guts.  It was the tragically classic scenario of a beautiful popular girl collecting herdmates to make fun of and torture girls like you, someone who didn’t fit nicely in any round holes. You left with a week’s worth of detention for the bogus crime of “lack of adherence to the school’s honor code” and a promise to clear your name when they found out you were innocent.  After you filled him in, Tony shared your disbelief, and immediately started plotting.

You and he sat in the backseat while Maria drove home, spending the entire time texting with back and forth about ways to get even with the principal, to continue to make Christine’s life terrible, and to find out who suggested you were responsible.

“Hey, you two.  I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I know it’s some kind of revenge plan.  I won’t have that, Tony.  I will not have you two digging yourself any deeper.”

Tony:  My mom knows it was you?

You: I never said a word, but she’s not dumb.

Tony: No she’s not, but do you want to tell her?

You: u think I should?

Tony: I would.

You: You would put up a billboard on the highway to announce you did it.  Not a great role model.

Tony: I’ll give you that.

“Ok, Mrs. Stark, no revenge.  I promise.”  You leaned forward to lay your hand on her shoulder.  “Thank you so much for being there today.  I’d probably be suspended if you hadn’t been.”

“Yes, you’re right, I’m sure.  Let’s forget all this and have some dinner, shall we?”

The Starks employed a chef, but when Mr. Stark was traveling, Maria often chose to cook.  Tony ate, but he preferred the company of metal and circuits to people, so he often brought his plate in his room.  When you joined them, he was required to come to the table, and Maria always prepared something you both loved to eat.  Tonight, it was vegetable and pasta salad with steak and potatoes, accompanied by calm and civilized conversation that focused on things other than what happened earlier in the day.  You appreciated not having to rehash the event, again, not being judged.  You looked at the mother and son sitting next to you and felt cared for, taken care of.  It was nice to not be a grown-up for once.

Tony’s thoughts were multiplying on how to get back at that little bitch Christine and her circle of hags.  He looked at you, his best friend, one of the few people in the world that cared about him without reservation or expectations.  He looked at you, the girl who stood by him at every step, every failure, every success, who encouraged his work, appreciated his failures, and called him out on his bullshit at every opportunity.  Senior year was in full swing and he knew he never wanted to be without you.  He also knew your insecurities and that made his heart bend even more, because he had them, too.

Maria looked at you and her son and smiled.  Your rapid-fire conversation was smart, witty, and, at times, vulgar, but with an undercurrent of true affection.  When she and her best friend delivered what would be their only children within a month of each other, they made a promise to remain a part of each other’s lives.  That promise had borne this friendship playing out at her dining room table.  Tony looked at you adoringly, and you returned it with a gaze full of laughter and spark, two things that were necessary if you were going to ever be more than friends.  Maria knew the ingredients for a great match were already there, all that was needed was time and opportunity, and there would be plenty of both.

Until there wasn’t.

After graduating from high school, you both attended college in Boston;  Tony blowing shit up at M.I.T. and you diving head-first into your double-major at Boston College.  He was famous before he arrived, but after? He was a magnet for all things flashy, fun, illegal, and new.  He was surrounded wherever he went; inundated with phone numbers, obvious invitations to a variety of one-night stands, and so much debauchery and alcohol that the head of campus security told the president of MIT, who then called the big man, Howard.  After the browbeating, the only change in his behavior was an improved ability to slide under the radar and avoid trouble.  You only found out on the increasingly-rare occasion you texted each other.

You lived in separate apartments, attended different schools, pursued different fields of study.  It was natural that you wouldn’t see each other as you once did.  You shied away from the big loud crowds that were Tony’s new normal, and he couldn’t understand why you enjoyed spending quiet time with friends that weren’t him.  The waning friendship hurt both of you, in ways the other didn’t recognize.  Tony sought out the company of an unceasing string of one-night stands and you finally decided to open your heart to guys whose names weren’t always in the paper.  Life went on, with a little less spark, less laughter, less heart.  The holidays were fast approaching, and this time, they felt different; and not in a good way.

Thanksgiving break was a quick one, spent catching up with family and marshalling your energy to push through finals.  For the first time in your memory, you did not want to go to the Stark’s home for the traditional day-after-Thanksgiving dinner, where everybody brought a dish of leftovers, the Stark’s added liquor and pizza, and you caught up for hours.  You tried to get out of it, but it was non-negotiable, from your mother’s perspective.  You planned on staying away from Tony, kissing Maria and Howard, and coming home with claims of a headache.  After the party, the Moms talked and compared notes about how glum their children became at the mention of the other’s name.  They each took it upon themselves to plant seeds that would ignite the feelings they knew you had for one another.  

“Hey, Stark’s here for you.”  You were on your bed, hair up, pencil through the elastic, piles of books and your laptop spread out everywhere.  The sigh that escaped did not go unnoticed by the playboy who didn’t bother to wait for an invitation to enter your room.

“I heard that sigh and I resent it.  What? No confetti? No nudity?  What the hell?  When did you turn into a grown-up?”  You snorted, knowing this line of questioning was meant to either convince you to do something you didn’t want to, or to help assuage his guilt.  “I grace you with my presence on a Friday night and this is what I find? The old lady librarian look?”  It didn’t matter to him what you wore, anything you chose made his heart leap, but damned if he was going to let you know that.

Your glasses slipped off as you leaned forward, doubled over in laughter.  “Guess so, T.  There’s this thing most neurotypical humans do.  It’s called “studying,” it’s in every college handbook ever printed, and if I don’t do it, I’m not going to Oxford.”  Your undergraduate work had led you to your calling, Cognitive Neuroscience studies.  Your entire life’s goal was to gain admission to the Wellcome Trust Doctoral Training Program in Neuroscience at Oxford, which meant every grade counted, every test and paper was important.  You had no time to indulge in dinner out, let alone participate in the Unequivocally Unchecked Life of Tony Stark.

His facade fell, a bit, as he sat next to you and gently placed your glasses back on your nose.  You immediately pushed them up to avoid his eyes, and pulled loose papers out from under his exceptionally toned butt.  Not that you noticed.  “C’mon, it’s Friday night, when’s the last time you left this apartment to do something other than study? I told our moms I would check in on you.”

“Ahhhh, so that’s why you’re here, Moms Mandate.”  Your disappointment must have been evident, even to the oblivious Tony Stark.

“No.  I’m here because I didn’t get to see you over Thanksgiving and I miss hanging out with someone who doesn’t kiss my ass.  Though, if you wanted to kiss anything of mine, I would be more than open to that idea.”  Tony rarely seemed awkward, he covered it so well with bravado that it took a trained eye to realize that insecurity bubbled close to the surface.

You surprised yourself, and him, when you slowly leaned forward and, at the last minute, kissed his forehead.  His expression caused you to cry with laughter, again, as you hopped up and grabbed something to drink.  A surge of pride filled you; you had unsettled the unflappable Tony Stark.  “You can report back to the Moms that I am fine.  Working very hard, achieving excellent grades, exhibiting an appropriate level of safety, enjoying my friends, and unsullied by neither man nor woman.”  He sighed and dropped his head in disgust.

“That is the most depressing thing I’ve ever heard.  C’mon, you’re coming with me, you are going to experience Boston nightlife and actually live the college dream.”  He was clearly thrilled with the idea, but you put the brakes on his party train.  

“Thank you for taking on the role of social protectorate, but I can’t.  I am not going to engage with you about why and how, I just need you to trust that I cannot go out tonight.”  His skepticism didn’t make you waver one bit.  

“Ok, then tomorrow night, and I am not taking no for an answer.  You are going to get all dolled up and enjoy a breathtakingly irresponsible night on the town.  My treat.”  Your heart flipped at the invitation, but it didn’t stop you from speaking your mind.

“As enticing as that invitation is, I do not want to be an anonymous member of the Tony Stark entourage.  I can find my own fun, thanks.”  You stood and opened the door, picking up additional reference materials and returning your attention to the task at hand.  “Bye T, thanks for stopping by, say hi to your Mom for me.  Please tell her I can’t wait to see her and your Dad at Christmas.”  

Tony Stark was unaccustomed to being dismissed.  He knew that other than his mother, you were the only person that could do it and cause him to pause and re-evaluate his behavior.  As he left, he knew he had to prove to you that he was sincere, that he wanted to hang out with you, help you lighten up, and watch you enjoy yourself.  You gasped and looked at him as he gently encircled your waist and hugged you.

“I miss you.  I want to spend time with you.  Please.”  You froze in his arms, unable to process what was going on.

“Sure, T.  Text me tomorrow and let me know what’s up.  We can meet up somewhere, no problem.”  Little did you know that Tony had much more in mind than a simple dinner.

You awoke to a confusing text.

Tony: When you read this, please head to the campus library and ask for the head librarian.  She has something for you

You: Ummmmmm, ok?

You’d be lying if you didn’t admit you were a tiny bit fluttery that Tony had taken the time to think about you to this degree.  You grabbed a bagel and your protein shake and headed over.  You knew the head librarian, Ms. Williams, very well and she smiled upon seeing you.

“One moment, dear.  I’ve got something for you.”

Follow this clue to the 8th floor.  You will find an old friend waiting in the Children’s Literature section, with your next objective. You complied, searching for the provided shelf number when you arrived at the 8th floor.

You laughed as The Complete Tales of Winnie the Pooh came into view, with a Pooh and honey pot bookmark stuck in the pages.  This book was a staple of your childhoods.  Your mothers gave each other copies, read the stories to you every night, and your favorite quote was under your senior picture in the high school yearbook.  Your excitement grew as you remembered how fun Tony could make the most mundane events.  You also wondered how the hell he had time to do all this between last night and this morning.

The bookmark was tucked into the page with the quote, and you smiled at his sweetness.  He knew how much it meant to you.  

 “You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” 

Did you think I could forget these words? They mean as much to me as they do to you.  I wanted to remind you of how much you mean to me.  There’s a surprise waiting for you at your apartment, where you’ll find the next clue.

You practically sprinted back home, gasping when you saw a beautiful soft yellow dress hanging on your closet door, with an appointment card to a very expensive salon on Newbury Street.  You turned the card over and continued to smile - Tony had already paid for whatever you wanted done and had left a tip. He really could be thoughtful when he took the time.

It was early December, so you bundled up before heading out to your appointment.  When you left, you could not believe the transformation.  

You: Thanks Tony, I can’t believe you did all this.

Tony:  For you? Of course.  I’ll be by at 8pm.  Can’t wait to see you.

That felt different.  Your insides squished and squirmed - whether it was excitement or nerves, you weren’t sure.  You dressed, beautified, and waited.  

Tony: I hope you’re ready, beautiful.  On my way.

Geez, he was laying it on thick.  You laughed when he pulled up to your building in a regular old car he must have borrowed from someone’s father and jumped out to open your door.  You had no idea why he would not drive one of his ridiculously flashy fleet.  You were a huge Madonna fan in your younger years, and this struck you as the plot of her “Material Girl” video; was he trying to impress you by thinking he was just as “regular” as you were? Tony could never be described as “regular” or “average,” even if he didn’t have a dollar to his name.

Tony never really stopped.  He momentarily paused, he changed his focus, but his brain, his body, his mouth were always in high gear.  So when he got out of the car and saw you, it was a wholly different feeling.  He had never seen you look so beautiful - the dress wrapped within your white winter coat, your cheeks pink from the cold, your hair beautifully styled.  He hadn’t realized how long your hair had gotten and how much it changed your entire appearance.  

“You look stunning.  I did a very good job picking this out, didn’t I?” Now this was your best friend.  

“Yes, Tony, you did an amazing job.  I loved the clues, loved the book, loved everything.  It made me realize how much I missed you.”  You turned to him and asked him to stop.  “How much I missed the real Tony Stark.” His eyes closed as you softly kissed his cheek and let your hand land on his.

“C’mon, time for me to show you off and ply you with insanely expensive drinks.” He kept his promise.  The night was fun, like old times, but prettier and with alcohol.  You talked about everything and nothing, filling each other in, sharing your hurts and stories and plans, and reveling in each other’s company.  Neither of you wanted the night to end, so you invited him to your apartment for a nightcap.  You were shocked when he refused.

“No thanks, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”  Your eyes questioned and he saw the sting of rejection.  He looked at you, held your hands, and pecked your lips with his.  You stepped back, stunned. “You have no idea how much I want to, but I want to earn you, and I haven’t yet.”

“What does that mean? What are you trying to earn?”

“Someone I don’t deserve.  You.”  With another soft peck on the cheek, he was gone.

In the weeks leading up to Christmas break, you wondered if that night was a dream.  You and Tony awkwardly texted a bit, but didn’t see much of each other in the mad rush of finals.  After handing in your last project and dragging yourself to your apartment to make up as much lost sleep as possible, you were stunned out of your stupor by the sight of Tony waiting in front of your door. 

“You’re done, right?” His tired smile mirrored your own.

“Yes, thank the Lord in Heaven and every deity known to modern man.”  

“Good.  I wanted to show you something I’ve been working on.”  He stood and took out his phone, ready to press play when you put your hand over his.

“Tony can we go inside so I can sit down and maybe sleep for 2 days?”  He barely heard you, his nerves clearly a distraction, but he nodded and sat next to you, relaxing when you lay your head on his shoulder.

He apologized for leaving you hanging since your night out, for not paying enough attention to you, for not showing you how much you meant to him.  “My mom also slapped me once or twice to drive the point home that I’ve been a douchebag.  I’m sorry.”  He cued up the video on his phone and played it.  The introduction included the theme song to the “Winnie the Pooh” movie and cut to your favorite quote.  He took your silence for awe, then realized you were sleeping soundly.

As he tucked a blanket around you and kissed your forehead, he whispered, “You are the reason I am braver and stronger, and that’s because you’re smarter.  I hope you hear me because I can’t imagine saying it out loud again.”  You smiled to yourself as you snuggled under your covers and drifted off to sleep.

The End

[chrysolina]

A day in the life

Prompt - 

person a: you use too much shampoo person b: ya know, I don’t get criticised like this when I shower alone. person a: I’d hope not. being hard on you is my job.

A/N - OkAY so this WAS meant to be posted on Valentine’s Day but given the fact that I started to too late here it is, a solid few weeks later ): Enjoy tho!!

Summary - You and Steve share a well needed warm shower after being caught out in the cold spring rain

Word count - 1.6k ( a smol child)

Warnings - death by fluff, alluding to adult themes

“That’s it! That’s the last time I’m going out without a goddamn umbrella.” Steve suddenly awoke from his hazy catnap on the sofa to the sound of you disrobing in the hallway, the force in which you were dropping and shedding your clothes told Steve two very simple things; one, you were pissed and two, you were most probably soaked from head to toe.

Rising slowly as his bones in his back popped and clicked back to life, Steve watched with amused eyes and a slight smirk as you continued to fumble with your clingy wet clothes. By now, you had already shed your coat, blouse and boots and was now left tangling with your soaked blue jeans that hung onto your frame maliciously.

If you weren’t so evidently pissed off, Steve would’ve found the strip tease highly erotic — but the glare you ahoy him once you noticed his figure told him not to push his luck.

You looked to your humoured fiancé with a pointed look of defeat. “Little help here?” Your tone was a little bit on the exasperated and snappy side but by this point, after walking through the streets of Brooklyn soaking wet and two bags full of groceries — you were at an ends.

But Steve didn’t hold you to it, instead he held your shoulders with soft hands and rubbed them soothingly, causing you to fall into his strong washboard pecs with a huff.

Steve looked out the window of yours and his spacious Brooklyn apartment and smiled to himself. You must’ve really got it bad out there. “Y’alright babe?” Steve cooed into your soaked hair and rubbed your bare, cold back affectionately.

You shook your head into his chest and retracted more into the heat he was giving off, stupid super serum. “M’cold, very very cold.” Steve didn’t need you to tell him that you were cold, your body was failing you really.

Just by a single touch to your forehead, Steve could feel you burning up quicker than a bonfire and the shivers that were running up and down your back as his warm hands held you also told him about your state — not to mention your chattering teeth. “Alright, go hop in the shower and I’ll sort out the rest out here.” You looked up to Steve with uncertain eyes after hearing his proposition.

“Y’sure? I don’t want you cleaning up all my mess.” It was true, as much as you knew Steve would give up the world to love you and protect you, you were a big girl that could take care of herself and you certainly weren’t the one not pulling their weight in the relationship. Ideally, you wanted to do everything equally and to the same just amount — but that’s harder than it looks when you’ve got a super soldier fiancé who worships the ground you walk on.

Steve held your forehead against yours momentarily, the heat coming off you and him made him feel whole again. “And yet you clean up all my messes and stoke all the fires I create as well, it’s only fair babe.” You tried to counter his claim but you could keep your mouth shut at your fiancé’s knowing look.

That man loved being right.

“Fine,” You huff whilst flicking a strand of wet hair out of your face. “But I expect you to come help me once you’re done out here.” There was no way in hell Steve couldn’t smirk coyly at that idea, you were the embodiment of why his blood pumped to his groin and to skip up on an opportunity to see your curves in action? He’d be a mad man if he said no.

Steve kisses your forehead tenderly before letting you go. “Consider it done.” Steve smiled to himself as he watched you pad out of the hallway and down towards the main bathroom, wondering how did he get so lucky to have you as his girl? Let alone his fiancée - whom of which he’ll be marrying in the coming summer.

Steve couldn’t deny that he had fallen hard and fast for you, it was a fact he just had to embrace. From the moment he saw you and your eyes locked on his, every romantic cliché made sense to him; you really were the spark to his fuse and made him feel whole again.

That was all he could think about as he quickly put the tins away in the cupboard and put your clothes in the washing machine; the thought of you walking down the aisle to him, a vision shrouded in wait, ready to be pronounced as the next Mrs Rogers. Steve knew his mom would be proud of his choice.

After putting the plastic bags away under the sink, Steve bolted off to the bathroom with a spring in his step and slid through the opening he made in the door with a devious smirk. Judging by the lack of steam in the room, Steve could tell you hadn’t been in the shower long and were probably taking your sweet delicious time waiting for him.

Steve didn’t have to be reminded of why he was in there to strip down to the bone, his joggers and sweaters flew off his skin and into a messy pile next to your bra and undies. Once his boxers were completely gone, Steve pulled back the wet shower glass door and stepped in, with one arm making its way straight to your waist.

“Hey you.” You smiled at the feeling of two strong arms wrapped around your waist and lent back into the perfectly carved man behind you, Steve’s chest now slick and wet with the water off of your back.

“Hey,” Steve kisses the skin behind your ear affectionately. “Getting busy without me, is it?” Steve looked to the bottle of shampoo you just grabbed from the rack and frowned slightly at it — just between you and him, there’s nothing he loves more than washing your hair after a long day.

You scoffed lightly at his childish behaviour. “No,” you rolled your eyes at your pouty fiancé. “Just getting it ready for you - hand.” You then lightly tapped one of Steve’s hands that were around your waist and cupped it so none of the shampoo could leave his hand.

The sudden noise of squelching liquid being squoze to death danced around the bathroom with the sound of the running water, the gooey golden substance flowing out easily and steadily into a nice circle.

Steve looked down at the amount of shampoo you just used with a frown. “Y’know Y/N/N,” Steve began to massage the goo into your wet locks and managed to draw a satisfied moan from your lips at his handiwork. “You use too much shampoo for one wash.” You couldn’t help but furrow your brows at his statement — did your fiancé really not understand how much you needed just to keep your hair clean? Evidently not.

Instead of quipping back in retaliation, you simply rolled your shoulders back into his chest and shrugged your shoulders slowly. “Y’know, I don’t get criticized like this when I shower alone - maybe I should take more showers alone, without the running commentary.” Although your sassy mouth had a tendency to get you into trouble with Steve either at home or in the boardroom during a meeting, you still couldn’t help but smile smug to yourself at your comment — you just couldn’t stop yourself on days.

Before you had a chance to to turn to see what the suddenly silent Steve was doing, you felt the harsh sting of a hand against your left ass cheek and a resounding slap echo around the wet walls of the shower and the bathroom, the said hand then coming to clamp itself onto your cheek with a ferocity that was too strong not to get aroused by.

Suddenly, you felt a hot beating breath tickle and coax up and down your vacant neck and the evident feeling of a erection wedges between your two asscheeks, it’s throbbing only making you more aroused by the minute.

“I’d hope not.” Steve kisses and sucked on the wet vacant area of your neck with a fire you only knew as lust. “Being hard on you is my job - amongst other things.” You couldn’t help but allow a whine escape your parted lips as Steve’s hand made its way round to slowly tease your aching clit.

Before Steve had the chance to pluck any more noises of pleasure out of your parted, roughed lips, you parted your slick body from his and spun around to face him, flicking a little bit of shampoo suds across his pecs cheekily. “Help me wash this out and then we can have some fun, deal?” The look on your face left no room for Steve to disagree with you but given the fact that you were looking very stern with a mountain of suds on your head, Steve couldn’t help but crack a smile at your demure.

Your brows furrowed at Steve’s hearty smile and laugh that overcame him. “Sorry babe, it’s just your - y’know,” Steve motioned to your head with a single finger and you couldn’t help yourself from joining in and laughing at what you soon figured was your head - or more so - the shampoo on your head.

You couldn’t help but sigh pointedly at him. “Well,” you started to trail a finger up tantalisingly across his wet pecs, your bodies now slick, hot and drenched by the water cascading from above. “The quicker you stop laughing and start washing my hair, the quicker we can attend to this.” With the other hand you gave Steve’s thick girth a solid jerk and the other, you kept firm and flat on his wide chest, the hiss he let out during your motions made you feel very very smug with yourself.

And let’s just say, you’ve never had a shower as quick as that one with Steve.

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✏️38, 41, 59 with Bucky?

TA-DA

38. If you die, I’m going to kill you.41. You’re an idiot. I married an idiot.59. “Did you just hiss at me?” - “Are you judging me?”

After being gone on a mission for two weeks, you were excited to be home and to be welcomed into the arms of your amazing husband, Bucky. Well, that and the fact that your bed was calling your name. Whoever said sleeping on the ground was good for you, lied.

“Babe, I’m home!” you call out as you shut the door behind you, effectively leaving the cold winter weather behind you. You stomp your snow-covered boots on the mat before balancing on one leg to haphazardly untie the laces.

Bucky’s velvet voice calls from deep in the house, “In the bedroom!”

You smile and think to yourself that it’s good to be home and quicken your job at untying your boots.

Once done, you drop your duffel bag from your shoulder to the floor,  hang your coat and scarf on the wall and toe out of your boots before making your way deeper into the home.

On your way to your room, you notice the light on in the living room.

You furrow your brows, confused because Bucky was obsessed with turning lights off when not in the room. Something about saving the world one light at a time.

Turn the corner into the room, you reach for the switch, only to stop short when you see the worlds biggest cat on your couch.

Your eyes widen in surprise as you scramble back against the wall, watching the sleeping beast with apprehension.

That thing could eat you!

You turn your head to look down the hall and pray Bucky would peak out to see what was taking you so long while keeping an eye on the cat.

No such luck.

“B-Bucky!” you stage whisper, watching the monster from the corner of your eye. “BUCKY!” You were afraid to turn your back to it in case it was to attack.

All your training for the CIA had not prepared you for this.

The cat cracks one eye open and gave you a “really?” look as if you just walked in on its house. It then gives the widest mouthed yawn that you have ever seen, putting it’s uber sharp teeth on display.

Who the fuck makes cats that big?

“Babe?” Bucky’s confused voice carries down the hall followed by the light sound of his footsteps padding across the wood floors. “What’s the hold-up? I got your favorite- Oh, right. I knew I forgot to tell you something.”

You look over your shoulder and give your boyfriend a look of disbelief. “What do you mean? Why is there a fucking monster in my house?!”

Bucky gives you a small laugh, nervously running a hand through his dark hair. “Yeah, about that.”

~Flashback~

“Joe. JOE! You better not be dead! I’ll kill you myself if you left me alone to dead with the fall-”

Bucky slammed the butt of his gun into the forehead of the annoying jack-ass to knock him out.

He smirked down at his work before pressing a finger to his com. “Okay, Steve. The Russo’s are all tied up and ready for transport.” He kicks a foot out to hit one of the douche brothers in the leg. The man let out a groan on impact. “And they are alive.”

“Thanks for the clarification, Jerk,” Steve grounds out between clenched teeth, coming up behind his friend to look the brother over himself. Finding that Bucky was indeed telling the truth, Steve looked over his shoulder to the ex-assassin. “Any other bodies in the house?”

Bucky shrugged. “None that I found so far. The only room I haven’t checked is the living room.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Best get on that then, Sergeant.”

Bucky didn’t bother to hold back his snort as he stomped out of the room. “Because our Stark tech wouldn’t have been able to pick up on any other bodies?” he asked himself incredulously.

That’s when he met Duchess, a Maine Coon cat.

She was sitting in an armchair, preening over her own reflection in the mirror that hung next to her.

“Bucky, no.”

Bucky narrows his steel grey eyes at Steve. “Bucky, yes.”

Steve ran a tired hand over his face. “What would Y/N say?”

Bucky was already crouched down in front of the cat, holding his hand out for the Duchess to sniff. When she didn’t hiss or claw at him, he took that as a sign he was acceptable. “She would say that this beautiful kitty would be taken to a shelter where they would mistreat her. Besides, she roughly the size of a dog. And we’ve been talking about getting one of those. So, I’d say Y/N would be onboard.”

“Hmm.” Steve didn’t sound convinced. “Whatever. Your balls on the line, not mind.” He turned to leave but paused. “Just, don’t forget to tell her. It would be terrifying to come home to that,” he nods towards the 15-pound cat, “and not have any prior warning.”

Bucky grinned, picking up the kitty gently. “I know, I know.”

~Present~

“She followed me home?” Bucky tries, giving you a feigned look of innocence.

You breathe in slowly through your nose before closing your eyes. Slowly, you say, “I’m sure. And you just happened to forget there’s a 20-pound cat in my house that you should have told me about?”

“She’s actually 15 and a half pounds.”

You glare at him through one eye but the fool just grins, knowing you can’t say no when he does that.

“It’s official. You’re an idiot. I married an idiot.”

Just as you say this, something heavy brushes up against your legs and your gaze shoots down to see that cat rubbing up against you. Bright green eyes look up at you and the cat meows, standing up on two legs.

“Aw, she wants you to pick her up!” Bucky coos over your shoulder, smiling widely down at the cat.

“Mhm,” you hum, unimpressed with the man next to you. But you weren’t going to take that out on the poor cat.

Leaning down, you wrap your hands under its shoulders and haul it up into your arms. You felt awkward, unsure if you should hold it like a baby or what. But the cat took control and moved to situate herself so she was reclining over your shoulders like a living breathing scarf.

“Wow, you already know what you like, don’t ya?” you joke, but don’t move to correct anything.

Looking over to see Bucky’s reaction, you expect him to be smiling, but instead, are greeted with a pout.

“What?” you ask, moving your head to the side to make sure the cat wasn’t about to take off your face for doing the wrong thing.

The cat already had its eyes closed and was purring away like a motorboat.

“Duchess hasn’t done that to me!”

You look back to your boyfriend, quirking an eyebrow. “Duchess?”

He ignores you, lifting his hand to pet the cat. Once he was within touching distance, a green calico eye opens before Duchess lets out a loud hiss.

You feel tense at the unexpected noise and Bucky quickly pulls his hand back, holding it to his chest with a look of disbelief.

“Did you just hiss at me??”

You feel a cat tongue on your hair as the Duchess starts to groom you. She pauses a moment just to give Bucky a look that says, “And you’re one to judge me?” before going back to grooming you.

Looking to Bucky with wide eyes, you say with disbelief. “Welp, I guess I just got myself a cat.”

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[bettercallsabs]

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[thefanficfaerie]

Weekly Reading List 41

Weekly Recommendations get posted every Saturday. All stories are character x reader unless otherwise stated. Graphic by the awesome @wonders-of-the-multiverse.

How do my rec lists work? Why did my story not make it on the list?

Tropes AU Artic by @swellwriting Steve Rogers Keep My Secret by @caramell0w Steve Rogers  Falling For Crime Part 9 by @bettercallsabs Stucky  Edge of the Water Part 23/Part 24/Part 25 by @floatingpetals Stucky  Blurred Lines Part 2 by @buckysforeverprincess Steve Rogers  The Sound Of Music by TheFault_InOurThought, Triddlegrl Stony

Soulmate AU Falling for Yew by @starshiphufflebadger  Leonard McCoy Closing the Loop Part 3/Part 4 by @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan Stucky A Tragedy of Lies and Soulmates by k505 Stuckony 

Daddy!Character

A/B/O Dynamics Rebels and Kings by deathofthestars Stony  In Need of Care by angelxtal Stony Heart & Soul by @all1e23 Bucky Barnes  Atonement by amandalee727 Stuckony

Modern AU Starstruck Part 6/Part 7 by @kaunis-sielu Steve Rogers Oh Hercules by @prettyyoungtragedy Steve Rogers Miracle in the Mourning by @hellomissmabel Steve Rogers The New Model by @angryschnauzer Chris Evans  You’ve Got Mail Part 2/Part 3 by @areyoureadyforsomemeatballz Steve Rogers Nurse Rogers by @areyoureadyforsomemeatballz Steve Rogers Pay Attention to Me by @i-dont-do-rpfs Chris Evans Before We Go Part 7 by @lovelykat001 Steve Rogers Take Me Away by Withstarryeyes Stony Promise Me Something by Catchclaw Stony  Make It Clap by shetlandowl Stony Young, Dumb and In Love by Withstarryeyes Stony Shouting by Withstarryeyes Stony  The Lock Out by @cuddlememerrick Leonard McCoy

Avengers Steve Rogers Valleyfair Shenanigans by @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked The Three Times You Sang to Steve Rogers by @youreahandsomedevil Avengers Disassemble Steve’s Love Life by @prettyyoungtragedy October Morning by @evanstarff Love at First Sight by @prettyyoungtragedy Pumpkins at the Mill by @buckysforeverprincess Me, Myself and I by @suz-123 Taking His Breath Away by @until-theend-oftheline

Tony Stark My Dearest Friend by @malereader-inserts Bullseye by @kaunis-sielu The Mind Forgets by @bolontiku Dancing Along a Cliff Part 3 by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord Brightside by @girl-next-door-writes Everything That Never Could by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes Good Things Come to Those Who Wait by @captain-rogers-beard

Steve Rogers x Tony Stark Grant & Ed by @steves-on-a-plane Kitty King by deathofthestars Speechless by radicallyred No Need For Words by Ace_Valentin_21 More Than Words by Ace_Valentin_21

Steve Rogers x Tony Stark x Bucky Barnes

Law and Order: SVU Rafael Barba Coincidences by @katmstanton Love/Hate Part 2 by @bisciwri A Police Gala Part 16 by @especially-heinous-ada Everything You’ve Wanted by @bisciwri His Shirt by @thatfanficstuff Finer Things by @carisi-dreams

Star Trek Jim Kirk Always Coming Back by @my-writings-and-other-stuff Saurian Brandy by @jpat82 Shore Leave by @jpat82 Cat Naps by @trade-baby-blues Run Dry by @trade-baby-blues

Jim Kirk x Leonard McCoy Georgia (On My Mind) by faithfulpenelope You're Heaven To Me by dear_reader Just Hold Me Tight by dear_reader Convergence by Joules Mer (joulesmer)

RPF Chris Evans 7 months by @jpat82 Corn Maze by @jpat82 Hiding by @all1e23 Four Kids by @avaalons ...Baby One More Time by @littlemarvelfics More Than A Feeling Part 12/Part 13 by @captainsordersfic Downey’s Daughter/Part 2 by @whostheblondegirlwriting I Wanna Be Yours by @cap-evanns Pop the Question by @angelkurenai Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice by @youreahandsomedevil Don’t by @jpat82

OFC

Misc Fandoms The Northern Light Part 2 by @fallatyourfeet Robb Stark

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[mariekoukie6661]

Apple Pie

A/N: A Big Thank You to @katstablook for reading and beta-reading this thing...Thank you to my own little cheerleader, @anonymousredfangirl. 

This is for @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked and @bettercallsabs Fall Writting Challenge. My Prompt was: “Shut up and help me peel those apples” Which is in Italic. 

Summary: Baking a pie to help Dean’s mood. 

Warning: Fluff, mention of smut (if you squint) 

Word Count: 838 

Masterlist If You want to be tag, ask me ! I don’t bite! 

Dean was in one of his moods. Sometimes when something went wrong after a hunt or just something in general, he would shut himself up in his bedroom. Making sure that everyone knew that he was mad by slamming the door to your bedroom. You were pretty sure that if you’d had any neighbors they would have heard it.

Today, he was mad because the local store was out of pies. Okay, it was one of the reasons but this one was the last straw.

The hunt went horribly. They didn’t manage to save everyone and Dean took it personally. Sam ended up with a broken wrist and would be wearing a cast for the next few weeks.

So, here she was, in the grocery store trying to figure out what kind of apple would be better in a pie. It was the perfect fall weather to bake apple pie and you were certain it would cheer him up. You decided you’d take a small variety of them and mix them. The pie would be gone in a day anyway. Thinking about it, you grabbed a few more apples so you could make two pies. One for Dean and the other for you, Sam, and Jack.

You quickly grabbed what else you needed to bake and headed back to the bunker. Once you’d unpacked all the groceries and preheated the over, you began making the pie. You started with the crust: you mixed the flour, sugar, butter, water, and salt together then spread the result into the pie tins. Then you moved on to peeling all the apples. You didn’t know exactly how it happened but you realized that you may have bought too many apples. You hadn’t counted exactly how many you’d bought before getting them, but looking at the recipe, there was definitely more than what was required.  

But you continued making the pies.

You heard them before actually seeing them: Sam and Dean arguing over some silly thing again. When they reached the kitchen, they stopped dead in their tracks. The kitchen was already a mess even though you’d only made the crust. Sam and Dean laughed at you now, their argument forgotten.

“Oh, shut up and help me peel these apples.”

Dean was more than happy to help with the apples while Sam got the dry ingredients ready. With all the necessary apples peeled, you mixed everything together before assembling the pies. Once everything was done, you put them in the oven to bake for about an hour.

You used that time to clean up the kitchen with Dean’s help. Although help was a strong word. He mostly licked the bowls or kissed you. Dean always became happy when there was pie.

After dinner was done, you brought the pies over to the table and gave a piece to everyone except Castiel, who didn't need to eat. Everyone agreed that the pie was delicious but everyone was still a bit disgusted while watching Dean eat his share.

Then Sam asked the only question that mattered:

“Did you bake pies just because Dean was in a bad mood, Y/N?”

You blushed and shrugged.

“What if I did? I mean… it’s not a big deal and everyone enjoyed it, right?”

Dean stared at you like he wasn’t quite sure if he was happy about the thought or not. In the end, he didn’t say a word and finished his piece before getting another one.

That night, you woke up to Dean’s side of the bed empty and cold. You sighed, knowing exactly where he was and what he was doing.

You got up and walked towards the kitchen. He wore nothing but his boxers and was well on his way to finishing the rest of the first pie.

“Dean, it’s the middle of the night. The pie will still be there in the morning.”

He groaned and uttered some unintelligible complaint.

“Stop trying to talk with your mouth full!”

“I said…” He swallowed, “But I want to eat it now. You know how I am when it comes to pie.”

“Can’t you at least bring it in the bedroom? You know I can’t sleep when you’re not next to me.”

You weren’t quite sure if he was even listening to you by the way he just nodded to your words. When it seemed he wasn’t going to budge, you decided to take matters into your hands. Literally. You stole the plate he held and quickly ran towards your bedroom, squealing and giggling when Dean followed you. He was taller than you, faster and stronger. He also knew your most ticklish spot. So, it was easy for him to catch you and exact revenge. But, he stayed in the bedroom with you. Luckily for the both of you, no one bothered you that night. You spent the rest of the night and most of the next morning in bed with Dean.

Everyone was happy and alive. In that moment, it was all that mattered.

@caplansteverogers, @mal-functioning-writer

[dontshootmespence]

Supernatural AU: Episode 7 - Memories Remain

Part 5

Beka giving the bracelet to Scott had probably inadvertently sent her parents’ disturbed spirits into a spiral. “So her parents already wanted the kid dead and then when their daughter gave him the bracelet, it set their plan for revenge in motion.” Dean climbed over the fence and waited for his brother, making sure to stay out of the camera’s line of sight.

The local police department had been cooperative so far in the “investigation,” so getting caught on camera breaking into evidence lockup would probably fuck up their rapport for any future supernatural jobs. Plus, evading the police was a full-time job in and of itself and the three of them didn’t need more work. “Probably yea,” Sam said as he hopped down from the chain-link fence. “But that only explains how it attacked Scoot, because their spirits are attached to the bracelet. How were they able to go after Delilah when the bracelet was in lock-up?”

Approaching the door, Dean dipped down with a furrowed brow and began working on picking the lock. “I don’t know. I guess it’s possible that there is more than one object that they’re attached to. It’s rare, but it’s possible. And maybe they just don’t need to be tethered to an object.”

“They always are.”

“Yea, but there’s no way that we know absolutely everything about this stuff. There’s gotta be something out there we haven’t encountered yet.”

Normally, Sam would be the one with that kind of rationale. Dean was compartmentalizing because he was worried about Bobbie. “I knew it. You are worried about her.”

“Of course, I am,” Dean snapped under his breath. “But she’s just like us, she won’t talk until she’s ready. It just so happens that she’s normally ready before us.”

The lock clicked under Dean’s deft movements and they slipped inside. Thankfully, the department had a pretty juvenile security system so Sam had been able to hack it and turn off the inside cameras. The ones trained on the outside of the building were harder because they were owned by the town. “Alright, let’s find their evidence box.”

Since it was a small town there weren’t a ton of active cases, which meant they found the box within a matter of minutes. “Here it is,” Sam whispered, pulling the bag holding the bracelet parts out.”

Just as Dean was about to reply, the spirits of Beka’s parents appeared before them again. “Okay, so apparently they CAN leave the house!”

“Run!”

In the still of the night, Dean and Sam bolted out of the station the same way they came, evading the cameras until they were in the middle of an open field just a few hundred feet away.

Both spirits approached, a fire and liveliness in their eyes despite all the evidence to the contrary. “Okay, Sammy, now would be a good time to light that baby up!”

“I’m trying! Believe it or not it takes a lot of heat to melt metal!” He pulled out the bottle of lighter fluid he had in his coat pocket and doused the metal, pulling the lighter from his pocket and pressing down. Again and again the light flickered into nothingness as Beka’s parents continue their descent.

Dean watched in futility until the hairs and his neck stood up and caused him to pat down his pockets, praying that he had a matchbox on him. With two quick movements, he slipped the match out of the box and dragged across the side providing them with that all important flame before he dropped it to the ground. “Why isn’t it working?” He asked, pushing Sam away from the spirits.

“I told you! It’s metal! It’s going to take a while!”

“So what the hell are we supposed to do? Keep running around this field like idiots until it heats up enough and hopefully poofs into existence?”

“Sounds like the best plan we have at the moment.”

To anyone driving passed the field, it would just look like two guys chasing each other around an open field. For the locals, it was a place that came to be known as Footballer’s Field, so maybe Dean and Sam were just two former students reminiscing about a long ago football game. If they could see what was actually happening, there’d be a five-car pile up.

After dodging behind trees and sprinting from spirits that could literally disappear and appear at will, Dean heard a crackling just before they burst into flames. “Shit…we need to find a way to burn metal faster for the future.”

                                                            -------

Before the phone could get loud enough to wake Delilah, Beka and Nadiya, Bobbie slipped the phone out of her pocket. “Sam?”

“Yea, it’s all done. The bracelet is gone and they vanished.”

She sighed in relief, her eyes raking over the three college students. Their world would never truly be the same; with knowledge of the supernatural, nothing could ever be truly normal, but by tomorrow they could hopefully put this all behind them and resume college life. Study, drink, party – the trifecta. “Good, I’ll wait here until you guys get back. Drive safe, okay?”

“I mean I’m not driving, Dean is so there are no guarantees.”

With a snicker, she hung up the phone and felt her lids get heavy, but apparently Beka and Nadiya had both been awake. “It’s over?”

“We think so,” Bobbie replied. Beka’s eyes were red and puffy after hours of crying, of trying to understand the reality of something so nonsensical. “I’m gonna wait here until my brothers get back, so try and get some sleep. You have tests soon right?” Nadiya had mentioned it in passing before; there was no way Bobbie would have been able to take a test after all this bullshit.

Just as Nadiya’s eyelids fell and she sank into her chair, Bobbie saw the lights dim and flash and dim and flash. There was an approaching storm, but its lack of pattern had the hairs on her arms standing on edge. “What’s wrong?” Beka asked.

Honesty was the best policy apparently – especially when they were already aware of exactly what had happened. “I don’t know.”

As the words left her mouth, two people appeared before her, their scowls set deep in the creases of their faces, eyes intent on their target. Either these were Beka’s parents or Beka, Delilah and Nadiya were the some of the unluckiest girls on the planet. Ripping the small iron rod from her pocket, she went to swipe at the apparitions before getting smacked into the wall behind her. Her head pounded and her world spun while the two descended upon Delilah again. 

“Beka!”

She stood frozen in place, eyes glistening with tears.  Delilah tried to move but couldn’t and Nadiya had backed into the corner, fighting her flight or fight response.

“Beka!”

“What’s happening? I thought this was over!”

“Something else is keeping them here! Is there something of sentimental value in the room?”

She felt a wet spot on the back of her head and pulled her fingers away to reveal a crimson smear. Beka scanned the room until her eyes fell on the plush rabbit her friend had been clutching. “Ears! My parents gave it to me for my seventh birthday!”

Bobbie scrambled from the floor and ripped the plush toy from Delilah’s shaking grasp before watching it flame up, its cinders dropping to the floor.

Her father blipped out of existence, leaving just her mother fighting against the elements, against the very fabric of existence to stay by her daughter’s side. “Mom! Please!”

When their eyes met, Beka begged, “Please Mom, I’m okay! I just want to move on! I want you and Dad to be happy! I’ll be okay but you have to stop doing this!”

The spirit’s eyes softened.

“Please, Mom. This isn’t who you are.”

Her eyes closed, and then she vanished.

Beka collapsed to the ground, sobbing when Nadiya came to her side. “It’s over,” she whispered.

She’d been through so much, she couldn’t trust that they were gone – that no one would get hurt anymore. “Is it over?” She asked Bobbie. “Like really over?”

“I’m positive.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because your mother didn’t leave when I got rid of what was keeping her here, but hearing you did. Once they’ve crossed planes they can’t come back. I’m so sorry, Beka.” Knowing your mother died horrifically was one thing, but having to watch your mother turn into something she wasn’t – that had to be hell on earth.

“What the hell happened?” Dean exclaimed, earning him a shush from a few rooms down.

“Nice of you to show up.” Bobbie rubbed the back of her head. “Apparently, burning the bracelet wasn’t enough, but it’s over now.”

Sam and Dean glanced between the four of them in confusion, but after another round of thank yous, the Winchesters left the hospital and headed back toward the motel room.

“So what the hell happened?” Sam wondered.

As Bobbie explained, she felt her head began to spin again. She needed sleep.

“I’m just glad it’s over,” Dean said after she’d finished. “Now we can get some sleep.”

Some cosmic entity really hated them because as soon as Dean spoke, Bobbie’s phone began to ring again. “Hello? Dad?”

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Hey, I’ve read just about all your work (absolutely love them!) and was wondering if you had any good fic recommendations for any of the marvel boys?

Oh thank you so much. Ummm let’s see….

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[after-avenging-hours]

August AU Writing Challenge

Let’s turn August into AU month!  I’m sure many of us are still grieving over Infinity War and especially with it coming out to DVD this month, let’s celebrate by turning MCU Canon completely on it’s head and dive right into to the wonderful world of Alternate Universes.

You can start writing as soon as you want, but the deadline is Friday, August 31st at midnight PST.

I will be reblogging the entries as they come in and will create a masterlist as we go.

Rules:

1) Pick one AU theme from the list and one MCU character of choice (can make exceptions for poly fics).  After you have finished and submitted your fic, you can request for another available pairing.  Request a pairing by sending me an ASK. If you are using anon, I need to have the name of a blog to associate with your request.

2) These must all be X Reader fics.  No OCs unless they are a necessary side character.

3) Only one pairing of a character with each theme is allowed.  Multiple characters can be applied to the same theme, though. This is meant to promote variety between all the submissions.  If something sparks your interest, send an ask fast, because these will be given out at a first come-first serve basis.

4) Happy endings only, please!  You can write smut, fluff, platonic/non-romantic, but angst can only be used to provide some drama to the plot.  It’s too hard on me to have to read hardcore angst. (NO SMUT for underage characters like Peter Parker or Shuri) Provide the proper warnings on your fics, if necessary.  You must be over 18 yourself if you are going to submit or read smut fics. Smut must be consensual between the characters.

5) No minimum or maximum requirement, but if your fic is over 500 words, please include a “Read More” link

6) If your fic becomes a series, you just need to submit the first part before the final deadline.

7) If you need to extend your deadline or cannot find inspiration for your chosen AU, just let me know.  It’s no big deal and no pressure.

8) Attempt to tag my main blog @after-avenging-hours in the final fic, but I know that my blog can be difficult to tag, because it’s an explicit blog, so if that doesn’t work, you can tag my side blog @wilsons-wings​  *As a backup plan, send me a link to your fic through the messenger system*

9) Tag your fic as #AugustAUWritingChallenge so I can track it as well

10) If an AU you want to write is not listed, let me know and I might consider adding it on

11) Lastly, just have fun with it!

You will find the list of AUs bellow.  Over 50 to choose from!

In no particular order:

Career AUs

 Astronaut Firefighter --- @until-theend-oftheline Steve Rogers Cop/Detective --- @hcwlingccmmandcs Steve Rogers Mob Boss --- @bettercallsabs Steve and Bucky CEO/Boss --- @princess-evans-addict​ Steve Rogers Professor/Teacher --- @shitty-imagines-95​ Steve and Tony --- @petitemistletoes Bucky Barnes College Student --- @sorryimacrapwriter​ Bucky Barnes Librarian/Book Store --- @jewels2876 Scott Lang --- @flightofthefantasies Loki Coffee shop/Barista Baker --- @iguess-theyre-my-mess Sam Wilson Ice cream shop --- @mcu-galaxy Musician Doctor --- @did-someone-say-plums Bucky Barnes Spies --- @ayatoiloveyou Bucky Barnes Street Racer --- @marvel-natural​ Bucky Barnes Mechanic Cowboy/Western Artist --- @marvelous-avengers Steve Rogers Photographer --- @occasionallywittyavengers Loki  Life Guard --- @promarvelfangirl​ Steve Rogers Military --- @maximofos​ Bucky Barnes --- @winterdaybreak Steve Rogers Sailor Next Door Neighbor --- @the-canary​ Bucky Barnes Event Planner --- @akoya-pearls​ Sam Wilson Waiter/Waitress Bartender --- @mss4msu Steve Rogers Barber --- @sheerioasteroidpanda Steve Rogers

Sports AUs

 Baseball American Football Everywhere Else Football/Soccer Gymnast Dancer --- @friendly-neighborhood-lich-queen Bucky Barnes Ice Skating Hockey --- @i-the-hell-is-bvcky​ Sam Wilson --- @littleredwritinghood13 Bucky Barnes --- @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked Steve Rogers Personal Trainer --- @eufeme Sam Wilson

Mythical AUs

 Greek/Roman Gods --- @kaunis-sielu Steve Rogers (Persephone and Hades) --- @mermaidxatxheart Bucky Barnes (Muses) Fae/Faeries --- @uh-this-is-jake-from-statefarm Bucky Barnes Vampires --- @deepdesireslonging Steve Rogers Werewolves --- @disagreetoagree​ Bucky Barnes Demons --- @lady-of-the-abyss Steve Rogers --- @trashcanraccoon Tony and Bucky Angels --- @areyoureadyforsomemeatballz Bucky Barnes Merpeople --- @lt-sammi-matthews Steve Rogers --- @decafseabass​ Peter Parker Witch/Wizards Monster Hunters --- @marvelcapsicle Steve Rogers Zombie Apocolypse Ghost Hunter --- @liamakorn Peter Parker --- @moonfairydraws Loki

Medieval/Ancient Times AU

 Kings/Queens --- @daneel-the-sister-of-castiel Steve Rogers Prince/Princess --- @whiskeybucky Bucky Barnes Knights --- @itsbuckysworld Bucky Barnes Sorcerors Dragons Blacksmith Village Hunter Gladiator --- @widow-made-me-do-it Bucky and Steve Viking --- @firewolfkelly​ Bucky Barnes Highlander

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Hold On Loosely - Biker!Steve x Reader(f)    Chapter 1

Authors Notes: This is it y’all! I finally finished a whole fic before I started posting it! What does this mean? It means there will be better consistency in posting and you will actually get an ending lol. I haven’t given up on my other unfinished fics so never fear but I’m super excited about this one and I hope you all enjoy it!

Word Count: 1.4k

Special Thanks: Here’s to @itsanerdlife for fueling my Biker obsession and being my Beta for this whole thing. Also to my girl over at @girl-next-door-writes who also beta’ed for me. And an extra shout out to @bettercallsabs for this beautiful graphic. She is amazing and y’all need to check her out!!

Notes/Warnings: (My notes and warnings are for the story as a whole. Some notes and Warnings will not apply to every chapter.) smoking (I do not support smoking. keep your lungs clean y’all.) drinking, (be of age, don't be stupid) minor violence, backstabbing, attempted murder, anxiety, stress, mentions of death, car accident, trauma, ...I think that's it. let me know if I've missed something. 

Chapter 1

Steve watched the dance floor and scanned back and forth. With Bucky in the back of the compound for a meeting, Steve was in charge of watching over Natasha and Wanda. The bar was busy but thankfully not too crowded. The club had invited a few members of another club over to discuss the terms of a ride through and some of their prospects had invited some women to the bar Bucky owned.

Steve rubbed his left shoulder, his thumb brushing over the patches of his kutte. “V. President” it said. The patches on his right shoulder read; “Rebel Brotherhood” and “Mobile Chapter”.  This was his life, being with the Brotherhood was all he’d known and all he’d cared about.  Being Bucky’s right hand had its perks, except for nights like these. There were plenty of other prospects who could watch his wife but Bucky always claimed that he only trusted Steve. Steve didn’t think he was lying but he wished he’d trust someone else every now and then. The thought made him laugh. Bucky was as stubborn as he was so that was never gonna happen.

Nat made her way over to a group of girls who’d been abandoned by their dates for a game of pool. She waved at the bar and Luke nodded back with a smile. A few minutes later a prospect made his way over to her with a tray of beers. Nat patted him on the cheek and ruffled his hair with a laugh. The rough biker just rolled his eyes and tried to straighten the mess she’d made.

Nat found Steve through the crowd and waved him over. Steve pushed off the wall and made his way to her.

“Have you heard from Buck?”

He shook his head. “Not yet but, he said he’d be here when he was finished in church.”

She nodded. “Ladies, this is Steve and he’s single.”

That earned a few whoops and hollers from the girls, which made him blush. “Come on, Nat. Not tonight.”

“Not tonight? Then when, Sweetie. You can’t be alone forever.”

“I’ll take him.” One of the girls said but Steve didn’t turn to see which one. He did, however, notice one of them was completely distant from the group. She looked worried. Probably her first time in a biker bar. She probably thought they were all thugs.

“Hi,” A curly haired blonde in a shirt cut too low, leaned over the table and batted her lashes quick.

Steve swallowed and kept his eyes at her forehead. “Hi.”

“I’m Mandie.” She extended her hand but Steve didn’t take it. She tried to play it off. “Can I get you something to drink? You look like a Bourbon kind of guy.” She flirted.

“Can’t.” He lied. “I’m working tonight. And I hate Bourbon.”

Mandie inhaled to protest but just then a bottle shattered at the bar.

The bar quieted for a second as people registered the simple accident by a girl who’d had a little too much to drink.

“Duty calls.” Steve offered a shallow grin. And he went to help Luke and Clint get the girl cleaned up and find her a safe ride home.

A soft ‘excuse me’ came from over his shoulder and he looked up to see the quiet girl from Nat’s group looking at Luke.

“I can help her into the bathroom.” She offered.

Luke looked back to the bar and nodded when he saw how busy it still was. “That would be great.”

Before Steve could say anything Clint jumped in. “I’ll help. She’s real out of it and her legs don’t seem to be working. I can at least help you get her in and out of there.”

The girl nodded and lifted one of the wasted girl’s arms over her shoulder.

Not even ten minutes later and all was back to normal. Clint was back on duty as drifting security and the girl who’d offered to help was back near Nat’s table.  For reasons he didn’t understand, he kept checking on that girl. He convinced himself he was just watching Nat but deep down he knew that wasn’t all he was doing.  Steve was relieved when the meeting ended and Bucky was back at Nat’s side, now he didn’t have a reason to keep looking her direction. Now, he could go be eyes with Clint. The two of them kept tabs on everyone and made sure the boys didn’t get into trouble.

As the bar was closing, sometime near three a.m., Steve stepped out to get some air. He decided he’d check the outside of the building while he was at it. When he turned the corner to the side of the building he was shocked to run into the girl who’d helped him and Clint earlier, the girl that had been at Nat’s table. She jumped and balled her hands into fists.

“Whoa, sorry. Easy, killer, I’m just making rounds.”

She didn’t relax at all. “ I’m just waiting for my ride.”

She was alone? Steve looked around in hopes of seeing some headlights. “You shouldn’t be out here by yourself. At least wait by the door.” Steve gestured back that direction and she waited for him to lead. “What time is your ride supposed to get here?” He turned to look at her in the light and could now see she’d been crying. There was a slight redness in her eyes and a streak of mascara she’d failed to wipe away.

“It was supposed to be here an hour ago. “

“An hour ago?”

She nodded. “This is the second Uber I’ve ordered. Neither one has showed up.” She crossed her arms around herself and leaned on the wall defeated.

Just then Nat and Bucky stepped out, his arm hung over her shoulders and both of them grinning.  Nat noticed Steve first and looked over to see the girl against the brick. Nat’s smile faded at the girls obvious distress. “Hey, you two. What’s going on?”

“She doesn’t have a ride.” For some reason Steve looked down and noticed the rings on her left hand. “You got a boyfriend you can call?”

She switched the cross of her arms to hide her rings. “No.”  That was a red flag to Steve. She was obviously in some kind of relationship but was it a bad one? Was she cheating? Why would she lie?

“And no one can pick you up?” Nat asked. She had pulled away from Bucky who’d lit up a cigarette.

She shook her head. “I’m sorry to cause a problem,” Her eyes jumped to Bucky’s Kutte and the patch that read ‘President’. “I’ll just walk home. It’s not too far.”

Nat didn’t like that. “Where do you live?”

The girl flushed and looked down, caught in her lie. “The east side.”

“Oh, no.” Nat took her hand and tugged her inside. “I didn’t get your name earlier, sweetie.”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N, you can stay the night here. There are a few rooms in the back and Steve can take you home in the morning.” Nat insisted.

“I really don’t want to impose.” Her eyes cut to Steve briefly, then back.

Nat had her by the back of the arm now, as if she knew Y/N would try and run. “Nonsense. Let me show you where you’ll sleep.”

As Nat took her back, Bucky stepped up to Steve. “I haven’t seen you this tense since the Oakland Brotherhood rode through. What’s eating you?”

“She’s married.” Steve ran his tongue over his teeth.

Bucky smirked and flicked the end of his cigarette into an ashtray. “So?”

“She said she didn’t have an old man to call.” Steve kept his eyes on the doorway she’d disappeared with Nat into.

“Maybe she’s got an old lady.” Bucky bit back his chuckle as Steve looked back at him and rolled his eyes.

“Somethin’s off. I’m tellin’ you.”

“Okay, who cares. She’ll be gone tomorrow.” Bucky shrugged and grabbed Steve’s shoulder tight. “You need to get that stick outta your-”

“It’s settled!” Nat beamed, walking ahead of Y/N. “You can take her home tomorrow.”

Steve nodded.  “Yes, Ma’am.” He looked at Y/N once before nodding to Bucky and heading back to one of the back rooms. He’d stay the night to make sure nothing happened to her. Only he didn’t know if he was doing it because that how things were done or if he just wanted to. Either way he’d watch over her. Secrets and all.

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