#hes with cassie and is like “yeah my gramps is next to you say hi :)”

[soupmanspeaks]

guys please you gotta understand glamfred seeing a faint guy with orange hair and flannel looking at him proudly when hes hanging out with greg....and he has this.....fatherly energy about him....like his presence itself was a comfort on days where a little boy's own father wasn't the nicest.....guys pelals

[walker-extended-universe]

Downward Spiral, Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End

Relationship(s): August Walker & Stella Walker, August Walker & Cordell Walker, Cassie Perez & Cordell Walker, Trey Barnett & August Walker

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe- Canon Divergence, Season 3, Partying, Bad Decisions, Drunk Driving, Car Accidents, Hangover, Paralysis, Disabled Character, Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Destruction, Hurt, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Tags May Change

Summary:

What if August didn't turn himself around in season 3? What if he kept escalating and going down a worse path? What if he opened a door he can never come back from? AKA: What might have happened if Walker had more time/didn't have to be so family friendly.

Written for @angstober Day 3: Self-Destruction

Taglist: @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1, @neptunium134

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Despite how little parenting Cordell did after August’s stunt at the Side Step, he did an important lesson: never throw a party on your home turf.

So, the next time he threw a party, firmly embracing his new “cool guy” status, he made sure to do it where no one would find out about it. Or at least, not before he came back home way past his curfew and totally sloshed.

Of course, even then, they might not know. Dad hadn’t said anything yet , or even given any hints that he knew anything and Gramps never mentioned noticing any missing booze from his stash. Mawline wasn’t exactly pleased with him, but that was nothing new, Uncle Liam barely paid attention to him as it was, and even Stella was only giving him hard side-eyes.

So, why not enjoy himself? He drained another bottle of beer and turned up the music. If he couldn’t be appreciated at home, at least he could be appreciated here. Sure, maybe they only appreciated him for the free booze, but he would take what he could get.

A giggling girl approached him, stumbling as she fell into his lap. “This is, like, the best party of the year,” she said, laughing and kissing his cheek. “You’re the best….”

August smirked and kissed her back. Yeah, this was hardly a punishment.

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“What the hell are you trying to prove?”

August groaned and pulled his pillow over his head. “Not so loud,” he hissed.

“Oh, poor widdle baby can’t handle his alcohol,” Stella mocked. She stomped over to his bed and ripped his pillow away. “Seriously, what the hell do you think you’re doing? Do you really think nobody around here notices anything?”

“Nobody ever does,” he muttered weakly reaching for his pillow, which she expertly kept out of his grasp. “Why the hell do you care? You’re not getting blamed for it this time….”

“You think that’s the only thing I care about?! Look at yourself!” She tossed the pillow to the side. “You’re going out almost every night and coming home absolutely sloshed, I hear rumors about you hooking up with random girls at these parties, and don’t even get me started on your grades. When was the last time you actually did any of your homework? I know you still have another year until you graduate but-”

August snorted. “Don’t lecture me on my future Miss ‘Randomly Decided I’m Not Going to College’. You don’t even know what you want to do after high school.”

“Do you know what you want to do after high school? Or are you just going to be one of those perpetual seniors who throws parties until the school finally kicks him out?”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not that bad,” he muttered. “I’m just letting off a little steam. And my grades are fine. I’m not failing anything and most colleges care more about extracurriculars than grades. As long as I do well on the SAT I’ll be fine….”

She huffed. “And that’s all you're worried about? Not your health or your relationship with your family?”

He snorted and sat up. “I’m a healthy young buck, I’ll be fine. And you say that like I have any kind of good relationships with my family as it is.”

“You-”

“Dad hardly talks to me, Uncle Liam gives even less of a shit, Gramps hasn’t noticed his booze going missing, Mawlines is perpetually pissed at me anyway…. And you’ll be moving out in a year or two anyway. What does it matter what I do if no one gives I shit?”

“I give a shit.”

“That’s just because you’re pissed at me. If you hadn’t gotten blamed for that one party, you’d still be ignoring me and basking in the spotlight.”

Stella gritted her teeth. “Fine. Ignore my help. But don’t come crying to me when you’ve dug yourself too far down to get out of that dark pit yourself.”

“I won’t,” he snapped back.

“Fine.” She stormed out of his room, finally leaving him in peace.

Smirking, he got out of bed and started getting dressed for a new day.

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August knocked back another jello shot and let out a whoop. This was the biggest party yet and he was only climbing higher.

Metaphorically. He would never do those drugs. Socially acceptable sins only, lest he really go down a bad path.

“Hey, Walkman!” Scooter Johnson came up to him, stumbling as he tossed an arm over his shoulders. “I was gonna race with Brandon, but he chickened out. You up to replace him?” He dangled a set of keys in front of August’s face.

August stared at the keys dumbly. “You want me to drive, man? I can barely fucking see where i’m walking.”

“Yeah, but that’s the fun part. If you win, I’ll go out and get us more booze. If you lose…. You gotta drunk text your dad.”

August laughed. “Bro, that is so uneven. I can’t….”

“Aw, come on. What, are you chicken?”

August kept laughing. He was way too drunk for this. He shouldn’t be walking, let alone getting behind the wheel. He could already hear the lecture he was bound to get if anyone in his family found out he was doing this.

Which may have been why he agreed. “Dude, you are so on.” He grabbed the keys and followed Scooter to where the cars were parked. They were on the vague dirt path everyone had used to get to the party location and there were a couple of girls at the end of the “track” waving their shirts as finish line flags.

This was so stupid. Dad would be so pissed if he ever found out. Stella would never let him hear the end of it. He’d be grounded for life.

He got in the car and fired up the engine. He waited for the Go signal, and punched the gas.

He won the race. Then, he lost sight of the track. He tried to stop the car, but he couldn’t find the brake pedal and the car started spinning out of control.

He heard a bad crunching sound, and then everything went dark.

[aubzylynn]

5 Times

Word Count: 2056 Warnings: Fuckton of fluff. Yall know how I do. I broke Sarah when I initially sent this to her. Request: Hey babe, I absolutely love your writting, could you write a 5 times steve was hipnotized with the readers voice? Pweaseeee?! Love you xxx A/N: Heyyyy, guys! I’m on the road to NY as we speak! Special shout out to @sarahwroteathing cuz I’m gonna see her fuckin gorgeous face in a little over 24 hours and I COULDN’T BE HAPPIER!!!! This is queued up for your reading pleasure. Please remember to comment & tell me what you think about my stories! Make my roadtrip stops better by having sweet words to read!!! I always love reading what you guys have to say! You guys be good. I love you all very much! 

The first time Steve is hypnotized by your voice is when he finds you laughing with Scott’s daughter, Cassie. The music of your giggles was a luxury he wasn’t used to. So soft, so beautiful, so full of a joy he hasn’t felt in years. Bucky notices the way his best friend’s attention is suddenly captured by you and tells him to go introduce himself. Steve cracks a smile and dismisses the thought immediately with a slow pull from his beer.

He can’t help but spare glances your way while the party plays around him. You’re perfectly content sitting with the little girl, telling her stories and laughing at hers in turn. Tony wanders over to you, and Steve watches as your face falls into an easy smile. He wishes he could hear the undoubtedly sweet way you greet him. There’s just something about you, he knows that everything you do has an undercurrent of grace.

Tony gestures over to where Steve, Bucky, and Sam are sitting and your eyes trail to him. His heart stutters as your eyes meet his and a small smile graces your lips. You turn back to Tony, taking his proffered hand and rising to your feet.

Steve turns suddenly, hoping to look like he’d been in Bucky and Sam’s conversation and not watching you from the corner of his eye-- y’know, the perfect embodiment of nonchalance -- only to find that his friends had left and he hadn’t realized it. He scanned the room, slightly panicked, until he found Bucky over by the bar with a smug smile firmly in place as his eyes flickered between Steve and the woman that had captured his friend’s attention.

That jerk, he set this little meeting up! And Steve was sure that he was none too subtle about it. Tony would surely have a field day knowing he’d been mesmerized by you. But Steve couldn’t dwell on it for too long. You’re laughing at something Tony says as you both come to a full stop before him.

“Cap, have you met this beauty? She’s my assistant, I could have sworn you’d been introduced before--”

You laugh, pushing your shoulder into Tony’s side. “I’m Bruce’s assistant. He’s not gonna be happy if you keep trying to steal me away.”

“Jolly Green knows I like to push his buttons.”

You shake your head good naturedly at Tony before extending your hand and telling Steve your name. He repeated it, tasting it in his mouth as he smiled at you and shakes your hand.

You duck your head, suddenly struck shy by the unintentional intensity of his gaze. Your voice was rendered soft and sweet, feeling suddenly coy. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Captain Rogers--”

“Call me Steve. Please.” His lips quirked up as your neck grew hot. Your name is called behind you. Turning, you find Cassie frantically waving you over. As you turn back to the boys in front of you, you duck your head again in apology. “Excuse me, gentlemen, there’s an urgent matter that requires my attention.”

Steve can feel his heart swelling as he watches you suppress your smile and skip across the room to Cassie.

“Y’know, she’s just as smitten with you, gramps. I’ve only heard that voice when she met Wilson a few weeks back.”

Steve shakes his head, trying so hard to focus on Tony’s words. “What d’you mean?”

“That almost sickeningly sweet tone she was using? Her voice does that when she’s around people she admires.”

Steve scoffs, watching you laugh and pick up Cassie. “Admires?”

“Is it so crazy to believe?” Tony asks, watching Steve as he watches you. “She could be really good for you.”

The second time, Steve’s walking through the compound. He’s just finished up his training with Wanda, decidedly making his way to the kitchen for a bottle of water before heading to his room to shower. He heard cabinets closing, ceramic cups clinking together, and a soft melody wafting through the air. When he enters, he finds you by the stove mixing tea bags into a pot of simmering water. You’re lost in your own head as you hum and dance around in the space.

You tossed your hair over your shoulder as you started to sway to the song, humming and singing under your breath. It’s the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard, only second to your laugh.

He could stand here and listen to your quiet melodies for hours, but Steve also doesn’t want to look like some creep just standing here and watching you make tea. You’ve had a few encounters, a few more conversations, but Steve wouldn’t say this was a friendship. Not just yet.

Your favorite crooning song comes on, you can feel the smile light up your face. You feel brave and sing just a little louder. Not by much though, because this tower is full of people and you have an irrational fear of people hearing you sing. An instrumental reprieve has you swaying again as you remove the tea from the pot and get the cups ready.

“Hey, you.”

Your heart skips in your chest as a smile takes over your face. You turn to face Steve, who’s smiling politely and ducking into the fridge for a water bottle. “Hiya, Steve.”

“How’s your day going?”

“Mmh, ya know, listening to my favorite calming songs and making tea for myself and Bruce is really awfully stressful.” you grin through your sarcasm, giggling a bit at the end. Steve smiles as he watches you pour the tea gracefully into the cups. “Oh, I’m glad I found you, though. Bruce was saying that he needed you to come by the lab for a bit. You know, just--whenever you have time.”

“Yeah, of course. Let me get cleaned up and I’ll be up there soon.”

“Okay.”

He grins at you as he leaves, and you can’t help but smile at him while feeling your heart inflate at the thought of seeing him again.

The third time, Steve’s in the middle of a mission debrief. He’s mid sentence when he hears your laugh echoing from the next room over. He knows it’s you. There’s no one else that has a laugh that makes his heart sing like this.

He shakes it off, hoping no one noticed his momentary pause and continued to give his report until he takes his seat.

After that, he can’t focus. His attention is captured by your muffled voice. He’s wondering who you’re speaking to, what you’re doing on this floor. Would it be inappropriate to ask you on a date? You had known each other for quite some time now… How would Dr. Banner feel about Steve dating his assistant? Should he ask his permission first? No, that’s silly you’re not his daughter or anything. Maybe he’ll just ask him about it? See what he thinks?

Steve has to resist finding you after they’re dismissed. He would probably just end up asking you on a date by blurting it out, and that’s not how he wanted to do this. You deserved more finesse.

The fourth time, Steve is accompanying you to an awards banquet in Dr. Banner’s honor. Bruce was still missing in action, so you accepted the award on his behalf. The way you spoke with such love and adoration for the man that most of the world feared sent Steve tumbling head over heels for you. As you spoke about the work that you helped Bruce with, you were filled with passion and confidence, and Steve couldn’t get enough of it.

Sure, over the past few months that you two had been dating exclusively, he’d seen some of this. But, for you to bear your soul to the whole conference, to have such power and conviction in your voice; something rose up in Steve and he knew he wanted to marry you. Right now. This second.

The thought both thrilled and terrified him, but he knew he needed to pump the breaks. You hadn’t discussed marriage...or a family for that matter. You weren’t even his girlfriend, officially, yet. Steve decides at the end of the night that he’s going to ask you to be his girl and that you’ll take it a step at a time after that.

Once you got back to the table, Steve rose out of his seat respectfully and pulled your chair out for you. That little bit of old time charm always made you blush. When he sat back down, you grabbed your phone off the table and swiped open the camera app, telling him to scoot closer. You situated the award between you both and took several pictures: from the sweet ones you’d keep for yourself to the goofy one you planned on sending to Bruce.

Opening your chat thread, you deflate a little seeing he hasn’t responded. You’d sent him multiple texts over the time he’s been gone. You added your picture to the line of texts, including: Miss you, boss! Hope your vacay is worth it. I’ll keep this safe for you. <3

Steve watches your face as you hit send, pulling you into a half hug and kissing your temple. “I just don’t want him to think I’ve forgotten him.” You explain, knowing he’d seen the thread of unresponded messages.

Steve pulled you in for another kiss in your hair. The capacity in which you loved people around you made his chest puff with pride. “I know, sweetheart. I know.”

The fifth time, Steve needed to hear your voice. He needed it like a drug. He’d been dragged back into the fight and it’s been weeks since he’s seen you. He calls you as soon as he collapses on the quinjet, needing you to calm him down.

The phone rings and rings, each seeming longer than the last until your sleepy voice comes through. “Steve?”

His shoulders relax, slumping with relief. If he could wrap himself in the sleepy way you said his name, he would die a happy man. He sits with it, soaks it in for a moment, forgetting you’re actually on the phone.

“Stevie?” Your voice rises a little in panic. “Are you okay?”

He realizes he hasn’t said anything and smiles apologetically even though you can’t see it. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?” You tease, some of the roughness ebbing out of your voice. “Use your Life Alert if you need it, okay? I can’t fly halfway across the world just to help you get up.”

He laughs quietly, not wanting to disturb his teammates. “God, I miss you,” He blurts out. He hears your smile when you tell him you miss him too and it makes his heart flutter. “We’re on our way home.”

“Good. I’m in desperate need of a hug from my boyfriend. He’s been gone way too long. Oh, while I’ve got you on the phone, I need your opinion on something.” You’re suddenly more alert as you speak, but Steve is lost in the all-consuming way his heart swells when you talk. He’s distracted by the smile on his face and the way he feels lighter than air. How long has he been in love with you? Why is he only now realizing that he hasn’t said it to you yet? Did you know?

He gathers his courage, feeling like he has to tell you right now. He’s running on just a few hours of sleep, and this might not be the best decision, but damn it, it feels important. “Hey, sweetheart?” he calls, waiting for your full attention.

“Yes, dear?”

His lip quirks up in a boyish smile as he takes a deep breath, willing his nerves away. “I love you.”

Your end of the phone is silent for a moment and it sends Steve into a panic. Was it too soon? It was probably too soon. He just needed you to know. He didn’t expect for you to say it back--

He hears a quiet, disbelieving laugh on your end, and he can practically see the smile you’re wearing as you say, “I love you, too, Steve.”

That was absolutely hypnotising. Before he realizes it, the words are tumbling from his mouth, “Say it again? Please?”

“I love you, Steve.”

God, he could live in this bliss forever.

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