#his mom is lovely and caring and gorgeous and had steve when she was 21

[catharusustulatus]

Imagine Steve’s mom does run the dog salon in town, she inherited it from Steve’s grandma in a Petco type deal, and she’s great at it, ties ribbons around the dog’s collars when they’re done, has a knack for flair.

His dad is always away at some “conference” doing insurance shit or back room deals, Steve doesn’t really know. But he and his mom both know what his dad is doing after the conferences are over, and it’s driving them both crazy. Driving Steve’s mom into the ground, knowing her husband is never home and when he is he’s getting ready to leave. Steve and his mom look alike, hazel eyes and coifed auburn hair and covered in freckles and moles. And they know Steve’s dad can’t stand it. They know beauty isn’t enough.

His mom is always half drunk on wine, sharing gossip with whoever comes in on her shifts and Steve ends up finding her at the bar down the street after work, and has to tuck her into bed before she passes out god knows where. And he sleeps downstairs or at Robin’s house, because his house is just the hole of his missing father and the shadow his mom is becoming, beautiful lipstick and red nails and making him scrambled eggs but also popping pills and never eating the eggs herself. Her hair is always perfect. Her makeup is always perfect. She goes to Church, grooms Father’s terriers for free.

Just like the hair and the freckles, Steve inherits the gossip, but it’s different hearing about his mother from people returning VHS tapes. “Saw her at the grocery store, she seemed sad. Your dad home yet?” Some guy asks while sliding Top Gun across the counter. It’s an open secret, at this point. All Steve can muster up is “Uh yeah, um. He should be back this weekend,” before he has to cry in the stock room.

[kingofno-whereville]

I was on my way home from my grandma’s and I passed a bar that was like. right next to a daycare, they literally shared a driveway, and not only is that fucking hilarious but it also got me thinking about a harringrove au?

Y’know like a freshly 21 year old Billy gets drunk at a party and has a one night stand with a girl just because he needed to fuck something but it’s the late 80′s, he’s still gotta be careful about the whole gay thing. Next thing he knew, the girl dropped the baby on him a year later and dipped. So he needed to find a job. And finding babysitters is really hard but there’s a daycare that takes babies. What do you know, it’s next to bar, and they’re hiring. It’s a lucky strike for Billy. 

He wants to be the best dad he could be because his daughter deserves that much. She’s not even a year but he already feels for her. Absent mom and all. But he refused to let her have the shitty dad too. Anyway. First day he brings her in. Sunshine Palace Daycare. The place really screamed small town daycare. It was quiet, a couple of kids sitting at a little table eating snacks. It was only 7:30 so most kids probably wouldn’t be there for another 15 minutes. 

“Hello?” He was expecting maybe some blond hair, blue eyed girl in a floral dress, because that’s his preconceived image of daycare babysitter. Instead he got this:

The most gorgeous man he’d ever seen with big brown eyes and pretty brown hair to go with them in a pink apron trying to carry a stack of boxes. He watched him carefully set them down at a counter and brush the dust off his hands.

“Hi, can I help you?” Billy felt like his brain was short circuiting.

“Uhm-I-yeah. I’m Billy, I called?” To be fair a woman had answered the phone. 

“Oh, right! This is Poppy then?” He just liked the name. Refused to name her something generic, which made him glad her mom hadn’t named her.

“This is her.” He smiled and set her carrier down to take her out. She was still sleeping from the car ride, which was only 10 minutes from his apartment. She never stays awake in the car, he learned.

“I’m Steve by the way.” He shook his hand. No wedding ring. Steve held his hands out. “Can I hold her?”

“Yeah of course.” He’s wary of strangers around his baby but 

1) Steve’s hot. How could he not trust such a pretty face?

2) Steve’s her babysitter so he has to suck it up and deal with the idea of him and anyone else working there holding his baby.

He watched him closely while he held her. He liked how carefully he held her. Made him feel safe leaving her, even if he was right next door. 

“She’s pretty like her daddy.” Fuck. Billy used to be so goddamn smooth but he couldn’t even think of an equally flirty line to throw back.

“Thank you.” 

“I’m sure you’ve gotta get off to work. Poppy’s in really good hands though.” He looked at his watch. It had been almost 15 minutes but felt like 5. 

“I work at the bar right by here so call if anything happens. Sometimes she won’t eat unless she’s sitting up and I left her extra formula in the front pocket of her diaper bag-”

“I’m guessing this is your first time being away from her?” He nodded, looking at the ground in embarrassment. “She’ll be okay. She won’t even leave my sight.” Billy handed him the diaper bag and kissed Poppy’s head. 

“I’ll be back at 4:30.”

“She’ll see you then!” Steve waved as Billy walked off. He waved and left before he could panic and just call in sick.

-

He would bring Poppy in at 7:30 every morning to have those few extra minutes to chat with Steve before work. He learned that Steve was single and also possibly into men. He likes to paint. He wanted to be a teacher but was working at the daycare until he got the money for school. He has the prettiest laugh.

After 3 months of early morning chats he started bringing Steve a coffee from the place across the street from his apartment. Steve likes the sugary flavored stuff with whip cream and cinnamon, which seemed completely fitting. He was pretty sure he was in love with him. 

It was a breezy September morning, 6 months after he started bringing Poppy to Sunshine Palace. She was almost a year old. He was sitting at the counter in the little kitchen with Steve, sharing their usual coffee. 

“Sorry if this is...uncomfortable or anything but would you maybe wanna get dinner sometime?” Billy felt his heart skid to a halt inside of him.

“Like..a date-”

“It doesn’t have to be a date.” He could see panic in his eyes. He’s gotten good at reading his emotions.

“What if I want it to be?”

“Then it can be.” It made his stomach warm to see the smile return to Steve’s face. “Are you free tomorrow? Robin could watch Poppy for you.” Robin was the girl who worked at the daycare with Steve. Billy had a momentary scare when he met her, mistaking her for Steve’s girlfriend. Turns out she’s “pretty fucking gay” in her words.

“That could work.”

- 

The date went so well it lead to 2 more dates. Steve celebrated Poppy’s birthday with him. And then they went on 3 more dates. They celebrated Steve’s birthday and Poppy called Steve daddy. Billy felt like dying but Steve loved it. They went on a handful more dates before they decided to move in together. 

(and yes, Steve ended up going to school to be a teacher.) 

[robinskey]

Robin’s Confession (Steve x Reader)

Request: hey!! could you make steve x fem!reader where robin has a crush on steve’s girlfriend(reader) and robin gets drunk and tells steve this ! tyyy

A/N: Thanks for requesting, anon! I LOVE Robin, so this was a blast to write. Hope you like it!

Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking (legal drinking age in the US is 21)

Taking Robin with you to a house party was a truly terrible idea.

You’d told Steve this multiple times. Robin was only a year younger than you and your boyfriend, sure. But in terms of experience with alcohol, she was lightyears behind you. Until recently, Steve had been known as the “Keg King” of Hawkins High, and though you weren’t as interested in drinking, you’d been to your fair share of parties with Steve.

Robin, on the other hand, had never attended a party in her life. (Unless you count the annual Band Bash hosted by the mother of Gregory Allen, the star tuba player.) Sure, Robin had sampled some watered-down wine on special occasions, and she’d even managed to sneak a few sips of her father’s beer once at a particularly chaotic family reunion. Other than that, though, she’d never built up a tolerance to alcohol, unlike most Hawkins teenagers. Since there wasn’t much else for kids to do in the small town, drinking was more of a hobby than anything else; if you walked around without a red Solo cup, it wouldn’t be long before someone shoved one into your hand.

You didn’t want to expose Robin to that sort of environment. In many ways, Robin was more mature than you and Steve would ever be. However, you two had graduated, and she still had a year left of high school. You saw her like the little sister you’d never had-someone you needed to protect.

To Steve, though, Robin was his best friend. He wanted to hang out with her-outside of work, that is. He saw her nearly every day, but with her still in school and Steve working full-time, they rarely had a chance to see each other. Besides, Robin was always asking about you. Steve figured a party would be a great chance for all three of you to catch up.

One night, the two of you were cuddled up on his sofa, watching a movie together. Suddenly, Steve looked at you with his big, sad puppy dog eyes.

Before he even opened his mouth, you knew what this was about. One of your friends, Jennie, had just gotten engaged. She wanted to celebrate in the way any rambunctious, slightly-redneck nineteen-year-old would: by throwing a raging house party while her new fiancee’s parents were out of town.

“Fine,” you had huffed. “But please, please watch her, okay? Make sure she doesn’t drink too much before she even realizes what’s about to hit her.”

“You’re the best, baby,” Steve had said, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he hopped off the couch.

“Where are you going?” you called as he wandered into the kitchen.

“To call Robin,” he answered, “and tell her the good news.”

That’s how, a few days later, you find yourself in Jennie Hayfield’s boyfriend’s basement. You’re sitting between a somewhat-sober Steve and a definitely-inebriated Robin, whose head was laying in your lap. Steve sits a few inches away from you, just far enough so that his thigh doesn't accidentally brush yours. Usually, Steve would be the one you were holding. However, you’re not exactly pleased with your boyfriend right now; somehow, in the ten minutes you’d left him alone with Robin, she’d managed to down three shots of vodka.

So much for Steve being a “damn good babysitter.”

“You guys are my best friends in the whole wide world. I love you both so very much,” Robin is saying, her words slurring together. She gazes at you with glazed-over blue eyes and reaches up to boop your nose. “Especially you, Y/N.” Robin’s voice drops to a stage whisper as she adds, “Don’t tell Steve, but you’re my favorite,” then bursts into a fit of giggles.

“What are we going to do, Steve? Robin’s curfew is in an hour, and if we drop her off at her house like this, her parents will never let us hang out with her again.”

“Don’t worry.” The stage whisper is back. “I can be very discreet. They won’t even know anything’s up.”

“This is your fault, you know,” you say pointedly to Steve. “I knew this was a bad idea, but you insisted you could take care of her.” You finally break the unspoken no-contact rule to jab him in the chest.

“Hey, don’t blame this all on me,” he spit back. “You’re the one who left-”

“Mom, Dad, don’t fight,” Robin interrupts. She reaches up to touch your face again, this time patting your cheek in what she must believe is a soothing manner. “Don’t worry about me, Y/N. I’m a grown-ass woman who can take care of herself.”

“I know, babe, but I don’t think your real parents will see it that way,” you say, gently pushing her back up into a seated position.

You’re too busy being annoyed by your man-child of a boyfriend to notice how her cheeks turn pink as you call her “babe”. She huffs in protest as you slip off the sofa and onto your feet. Robin crosses her arms over her chest like a toddler preparing to throw a tantrum, which doesn’t help her “grown-ass woman” case.

“Where are you going?” Steve asks. Robin lays her head on his shoulder.

“To get her some water,” you say. “That is, of course, if I can trust you to actually keep an eye on her this time.”

“I kept an eye on-”

“Shh.” Robin muffles the rest of Steve’s statement by smashing her hand against his mouth.

“Thanks, Robin,” you say, then point your finger at Steve. “No more alcohol. For her or for you.”

“None for me?” Steve cries indignantly. “What did I do to deserve that?”

The words are barely out of his mouth before he regrets them. He’s never seen such fire in your eyes.

“Yeah, okay, sorry. No more alcohol.”

Robin and Steve both watch you walk up the steps. Even when you’re angry like this, Steve can’t help noticing how gorgeous you are-how those jeans fit every curve of your body just right.

Little does he know that he’s not the only one noticing that.

“Stevie, I have a question,” Robin hums, sitting up straight again.

“Okay…” Steve draws out the word. In the last half hour, Robin’s asked about everything from the plural of the word “octopus” to what he thinks happens when we die. Thus, Steve has no idea what is about to come out of her mouth.

“If Y/N dumps you, can I ask her out?”

Yeah, he certainly wasn’t expecting that.

Steve sits there in stunned silence for a few moments, trying to gather his thoughts. Finally, he musters: “You’re joking, right?”

“Does this look like face of someone who’s joking?” she asks, scrunching her features together. “Besides, it’s just a hyp-o-thet-i-cal, Harrington.”

“I don’t really like this hypothetical, Robin.”

“Okay, fine. Different hypothetical: Let’s just say you...die in a tragic car accident. Would you, like, haunt me if I started dating your girlfriend?” Steve’s jaw drops as he stares at her blankly, so Robin adds, “After a respectful grieving period, of course.” When he still shows no response, Robin waves her pale hand in front of his face. “Hello? Earth to dingus?”

“Do you like my girlfriend, Robin?”

Robin rolls her eyes as if she’s talking to the biggest idiot in the world.

“Well, duh. Everybody likes Y/N. She’s the best.”

“That’s not...not quite what I meant.” Steve runs a hand through that glorious hair of his, trying to think of a way to phrase his question. Finally, he just blurts out: “Do you have a crush on Y/N?”

Robin’s eyes once again travel toward the heavens.

“Double duh,” she says with a laugh. “Your girlfriend’s hot, dude.”

Steve’s attempting to craft a response when he hears thudding footsteps on the stairs. You’ve returned with three water bottles and an ear-to-ear grin. You toss one to Steve; he fumbles, and it tumbles to the floor. He picks it up, twists the cap, and tilts it to his dry lips.

“Crisis averted,” you announce. “Danny let me use the house phone, and I got ahold of Mr. and Mrs. Buckley. I told them Robin and I are having a sleepover tonight. They probably think we’re laying in bed together right now.”

Steve makes a gurgling sound, nearly spitting out his water. You gently whack him upside the head.

“Get your mind out of the gutter, Harrington,” you say. That’s when you notice Robin slumped against the back of the couch. With her fair skin and small features, she resembles a porcelain doll in slumber.

“She’s so beautiful,” you murmur, reaching out to comb your fingers through her cute bobbed hair.

When Steve stays quiet, you nudge his knee with yours.

“I won’t get jealous if you agree with me, you know. I know she’s not interested in you,” you say, shaking your head in amusement.

Steve swallows the lump in his throat.

Maybe not in me, he thinks. But she’s definitely interested in someone.

***

The next morning, Robin wakes up in a bed that definitely isn’t hers with a pounding headache and ringing in her ears. Sunlight filters through the curtains over the window. It lands on a framed piece of art on the wall that looks too expensive to even exist in Hawkins. There’s only a handful of families in the area who could afford something like that, so she automatically knows where she is.

Robin wanders into the hallway. From a distance, she can make out two figures sitting at the kitchen table, their heads bent together. Incomprehensible whispers echo across the kitchen. Robin starts to sneak up on them, planning to grab their shoulders and scream to scare the living shit out of them. But her plan is foiled when a sneeze she simply cannot contain tickles her nostrils.

The two silhouettes pull away from each other so quickly that they nearly bang heads. You and Steve awkwardly smile at Robin, who bares her teeth in a hungover attempt to smile back.

“What happened last night?” Robin asks as she takes a seat across from the two of you, rubbing her head.

“Vodka happened,” Steve says simply, and Robin nods. She raises a hand to her mouth and nearly gags at the repugnant odor of her own breath.

“I didn’t say anything stupid, did I?”

The silence causes Robin to look up. You and Steve are exchanging looks. Under the table, his hand rests on your knee. He squeezes it. You kick him.

“Oh, hell no. You’re the one who let her get drunk. You’re going to be the one to tell her.”

“Come on, baby,” Steve whines. “It’s really between you and her.”

“No, it’s not. She told you, not me. And then you told me. So, really, you’re the one who got me wrapped all up in this.”

“It’s not my fault I’m terrible at keeping secrets!”

“Secret? What secret?” Robin asks.

Then, it hits her. She groans, burying her face in her hands.

“You know, don’t you?” she mumbles into her arms.

“Yeah,” you and Steve answer.

“Oh, my god. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m so dumb,” Robin stammers. “I understand if this is weird now, and you don’t want to be my friend anymore-”

Gentle fingers brush Robin’s wrists as you gingerly pry her hands away from her face.

“You’re not dumb, it’s not weird, and there’s no way in hell it’s going to stop me from being your friend,” you say. Steve gives your knee another reassuring squeeze. “And, if you’re interested, I have a single friend I could set you up with. She’s funny, smart-and way hotter than me.”

“There’s no way,” Steve and Robin say in unison.

You laugh and shrug your shoulders.

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

[spideymarvelws]

Royal!Bucky barnes x reader

Masterlist / Series Masterlist

Word count 2.1k

Warnings: kinda sad, kinda fluffy, kinda bucky finally receiving his long awaited plums

The castle at day was a sight to behold. After being built over centuries handed down from one architect to another, the design and structure couldn't be compared to any other castle in the continent. People from all over the kingdom would come to see its magnificence in person and after viewing it nothing could describe the beauty of the structure they had the blessing of witnessing.

However, the best time to see the castle was at dusk where the sunset directly behind the towers standing tall and proud. The rays of orange, yellow and red shone brightly, making the building stand out even more. It truly is a sight to behold.

But during the night, the town of NorthTrade was pitch black, even with the help of candles located outside on the walls, ceiling, and floor of not only the castle but the huts and houses, it seemed more for decoration than of physical use.The guards walked around the stone walls with lamps in their hands that barely illuminated five feet in front of them.

While this night progressed in particular, a figure dressed like the night made its way through the halls of the humongous castle, avoiding anybody that may find it and take it away to the dungeon. Like a clumsy assassin, slowly but steady, it reached the stable where it bumped into something or someone.

The man grabbed the figure firmly by the shoulders pushing it against the wood walls of the stable.

The figure let out a small yelp before the man pulled the hood of the black cloak it wore off its head.

“I’m sorry for startling you my love, a guard was passing,” The man whispered gently, ”Was the journey alright Wini?”

“It was going great until you scared me, my prince, ”Wini responded, looking up at the handsome, young man in front of her.

“Okay, okay one I told you to stop calling me by my title, it's george and george only,” George said moving his hands from Wini’s shoulder to her waist, ”and two, is it so wrong to make sure the love of my life is safe?”

Wini’s smile quickly faltered, tears filled her eyes as the reality of the situation she was in struck her harder than ever before.

“Don't say that George, please don't say that,” Wini whimpered looking down at her feet, ”Its what got us into this mess in the first place.”

“Hey, hey, hey look at me sweetheart,” george said, taking her chin between his fingers and kissing the tears falling down on her cheeks,” I promise, we will find each other again, be it next month, next year, next decade, hell in another life, we will be together again.”

His face was so close to her that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her own. Without a moment to lose, he pressed his lips against hers making sure to take care in every movement that he made. He wanted to remember what holding her felt like, what kissing her felt like. What knowing what it felt like to know that he was hers and she was his.  

The kiss lasted longer than it should have to get hotter and more desperate until the clearing of a throat interrupted the passionate lovers.

“Sorry to barge in but we don't have any more time my lord, we must leave and settle in before daylight,” Joseph Rogers said from his position near a saddled and prepared horse, munching on an apple then feeding the rest to the animal beside him

“Were you standing there the whole time joe?” Geoge said, turning around to greet his long time friend.

“For about a minute or two, didn't want to interrupt the almighty highness and his lover. God knows what might happen if I ever deface the future king.” Joseph joked walking up to the couple.

Slapping a hand on his friends back, George let out a soft chuckle, ”You’re lucky you’re my friend joey, or else I could have your head with you speaking to me that way.”

George pulled joseph into a tight hug then pulled away, holding him at arm's length by his shoulders.

“Thank you for doing this, I owe you everything,” George said somberly

“You owe me nothing,” Joseph responded, walking back to the horse and grabbing the lead by its head, ”its time to go, Winifred, your chariot awaits.”

Wini turned to George, holding her stomach with one hand and grabbing his hand with the other, “I love you, George, I love you so much.” she said giving him one last kiss before walking over to Joseph who helped her mount the horse.

“Stay safe my love, and remember I will see you again,”

Wini nodded before bringing the hood of her cloak up around her head. Joseph mounted the horse in front of her. Nodding at George he turned the horse around then rode off into the night, disappearing into the darkness of the forest.

Wiping away a tear, George walked back into the castle with the taste of his love still lingering on his lips.

21 YEARS LATER

“And these plums are from the town over?” Bucky questioned, stroking his chin were his beard use to lay. He still hasn't gotten used to his smooth jaw after having a thick beard for so long.

“Yes sir, hand picked from the fields, it’s there season this time of year,” the salesman said, picking up a plum from the display in front of him and holding it up to his face as if to admire it like a piece of jewelry.

“I’ll just take these, how much will it be?” Bucky mumbled, fiddling with the pouch containing the money he was gifted by his mother to buy food for tonight, he nearly dropped it before centering himself and moving with more care.

“5 coins sir. In a hurry I see?” the salesman chuckled noticing the man's frantic movements.

Bucky handed the salesman the money before responding, “Just a big day ahead of me”

“you got a girl at home sir?” he snickered, giving bucky a smug look.

“uh no not exactly,” bucky muttered looking away from the stall and shifting his stance,  clearly uncomfortable and eager to get out of the conversation. He couldn’t just walk away, his mother taught him better.

“ah! You know a man with a face and build like you can get a wife easily,” the salesman rambled turning away to grab a clean clothe from the counter behind him then turning back to continue, “you know there’s a lady who lives in the house besides me, you’d love her. Slim, fair and gorgeous eyes quite like yours and a monster in bed from what I hear every night. I can get you too together in a heartbeat. She works at the bar down the road if you are interested. I would take her up but unfortunately, I must stay loyal to my wife”

Bucky gave an uneasy smile and the man chuckled loudly shaking his head, “uh, yes, of course, I’ll um check her out?”

“I expect an invitation to the wedding,” the salesman winked before turning to accommodate another customer.

Bucky let out a harsh blow of breath he didn't even know he was holding before turning away and walking back home. While taking step after step on the dusty, rough streets of Glendale he felt stressed and nervous to get back home.

Bucky wasn’t exactly a well known person throughout the town. People knew his face when they see him walk around town and work in the back at the local bakery, but he never spoke to anyone unless necessary, he usually kept to himself most of the time. The only people he would talk to on a regular were his parents, his best friend steve and you.

You were one of the town’s healer at the nearby med hut, learning everything you knew from your mother about caring and tending for people at a young age and decided to continue in her legacy after her unfortunate passing. Despite the miseries of your own life, you still treated everyone with kindness and hospitality no matter who they were.

Even outside your job, you still cared for the children of the town whether it be a simple walk in the park or telling stories about silly stories gossiped by the women outside in the garden, you never failed to make them smile.

Sometimes bucky would stare from the window right next to the oven he was given to work with, just to get a glimpse of you passing by, bending down to tuck a fresh flower behind a little girl’s ear before kissing her nose and walking off hand in hand followed by the rest of rowdy kids fighting for your attention.

If he wasn't quick enough, he would end up burning the bread he set in the oven while getting lost in your beauty.

Yes, it may have seemed creepy, but he promised himself that wasn't his intention. You were different from all the other girls he’s meet and It was no surprise as to why steve befriended you in the first place and boy was he glad that he had a special place in your heart outside of all the thirsty, greedy men in the town. Maybe not as special as he wanted it to be but he would always take what he got.

Before he could get more lost in thought about you, large, muscular arms made it way around his head. He knew exactly whose they were when he was tugged into a massive hug, almost dropping his bag of plums.

“well what do we have here, a wild buckaroo!” the voice happily boomed, letting bucky out the hug keeping an arm around his neck. 

bucky huffed in annoyance at his older bother’s antics, “this is why mom was so eager to get you out of the house steve, and yet you still attack me like a baby cub hunting for the first time,” bucky responding sarcastically pushing his brother away playfully.

“sorry little brother, I tend to get excited on special days like this,” steve said happily crossing his hand over his biceps, stopping in his tracks, “you’re going to tell her today right?”

Ah yes, bucky thought, today was the day that he was going to confess his undying love for you. Despite your intelligence in your field of healing, you were quite oblivious to any man's intentions when it came to love.

When the topic always came up between conversation you two had, you always responded with the same line, “maybe later, not now but later.”

You never took care in getting a husband anytime soon. It was never a top priority of yours. But bucky couldn't help but think about the prolonged stares that you would give him or the light touches on his hands and cheek that stayed a moment too long for it to be a friendly gesture, not that he minded. He obviously talked to steve about it and with much convincing, he decided to invite you to dinner tonight.

He could've only hoped that actions spoke louder than words when it came to your love language.

“of course, everything is already prepared, it would be stupid to not go through with it,” bucky mumbled, his insecurities getting the best of him as he looked down to the ground, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

Steve sighed heavily before placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“bucky, there’s no way hell that she’ll pass you up. You’re the only man that she actually tolerates in this bloody town, well besides me and I already have peggy which leaves room for you and really only you,”

Bucky huffed, “but what if-”

“no no no, no buts, no ifs. She’s going to enjoy it. She does love you more than you think buck but I ca’t be the one to tell you that, you got to figure it out yourself. And if not she’s an even bigger idiot than you, and that says quite a lot,” steve responded, shaking bucky’s shoulder lightly, “ and no matter what happens, just remember ill be with you till the end of the line pal, or if this works out, just until you and y/n walk into the bedroom.”

Bucky shoved steve’s hand off his shoulder with a chuckle. Looking at his brother with hopeful eyes, he took a deep breath and looked up at the sky before back at him, nodding and silently telling him okay.

With that, the two brothers walked back home side by side, one giddy with excitement while the other quietly worried about the night to come.

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Stolen Dance (3)  Beckett Cain P.O.V

Jazz 1 / Chapter 1 / Jazz 2/ Jazz 3/ Chapter 2 / Jazz 4 / Jazz 5

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Pairing: Beckett Cain (OC) x Jasmine Rogers (OC, Steve Rogers daughter)

Summary: Beckett left for college 2 years ago. Breaking thing of with his girlfriend Jazz. He thought he was over her, but now that he is reminded of her existence, he isn’t sure. Will he reach back out? Will she respond?

Authors Note: I just felt like responding with my gorgeous boi Beckett’s P.O.V FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED.

Word count: 1125

Chapter title: Gin and Vanilla Coke

*ping*

We are half way trough dinner and I am drunk as hell, when my phone screen lights up. I am about to complain, because this means I have to do the dishes, when I see that it’s a snap from Jazz. Without giving it a second thought I grab my phone. She responded.

It was a video of her, acting offended because I wasn’t sharing my pie with her.

I didn’t wait a single moment to respond. “Oh my dear Jassssmine,” I didn’t realize I was slurring my words. “My friends want pie too, I’ll make you some when I am back home. LOVE YOU.” I was probably going to regret the ‘love you’ tomorrow, but right now it felt like the right thing to say.

“Damn Beck, I thought you guys broke up 2 years ago?” Maia says, wiggling her eyebrows.

I nod, barely taking in what she says. “I just love her.”

I feel Ingmar’s hand running over the small of my back, “Cain, I think you might have had enough to drink.” He was only joking, of course. I hope he was, because I had no plans of stopping anytime soon.

 Okay I should have stopped when Ingmar told me so. It’s 3 A.M and I am hanging over the toilet, puking my guts out. Fuck, I really shouldn’t be drinking gin half and half with vanilla coke. You don’t really taste the alcohol anymore, but believe me it’s still there. Especially if all you’ve eaten is a chocolate croissant and some chicken.

I hear a soft knock against the door. “Beckett?” It’s Benji.

“Yes.” I say, though it probably sounds more like a groan.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.”

“Oh, well you sound like shit.”

“I am-” I was going to tell him I am fine when I feel another wave of nausea hit me. Not even 5 seconds later I am back to puking.

The door opens and Ingmar sits down next to me, holding what looks like a glass of water. “Hey buddy,” he says, his tone soft and gentle. “I brought you some water, you want it?”

I nod, eager to get this gross taste out of my mouth. “I am so sorry.”

“Why, we’ve all gotten way to drunk before and you’ve always been the one to take care of us.”

 I don’t remember leaving the bathroom, but the next morning I wake up in my own bed. The curtain is closed, thank god.

I reach over to grab my phone, from the nightstand, but instead I find a glass of water and an aspirin. That’s probably better anyway.

The clock on the wall shows it is 10 a.m. SHIT. IT’S MONDAY.

I ignore my hangover and the urge to puke and start running around the apartment. Class started half an hour ago. When I get downstairs I almost run straight into my Christmas tree.

 Wait a second….. It’s winter break, there is no class this week.

I want to drop onto the floor and stay there. Instead I make the wise decision to grab a carton of my favorite ice cream and lay down on the couch.

Sanne was right, ice cream is the best cure for a hangover. That and water of course. Sanne is Alex’s mom. The wife of the great Bucky Barnes, the winter soldier. She was also our sex ed teacher and my very first crush….  Yes I had a crush on one of my best friends mom, don’t judge okay. I was 12.

Now I am 21 and still definitely see she isn’t ugly, but I also know she’s 42. And married, too the most dangerous assassin on the 90’s.

I was busy binge watching Suits on Netflix, so I didn’t have to search for something to watch. Thank god, because I really don’t have the energy for that. I still didn’t have my phone and I honestly don’t care at this point.

What could I possibly be missing anyway. Expect for a response to me telling Jazz I FUCKING LOVE HER!

Fack, fack fack. I want to jump infront of a train, what kind of creep drunk snaps their ex they LOVE THEM. That’s not a normal people move. That’s a pathetic loser that isn’t over his ex, kind of move. Look I am not over Jazz, but I amen’t that pathetic. Well apparently I am, because I did snap her. She must think I am some crazy weirdo. She just responded to my pie picture and I send her a full blown love confession.

The worst part isn’t even that I send it, I mean I was clearly drunk. It’s that I meant it. I do still love her. Not the way I love Gia, my other ex, no the way you your partner. The way I’ve loved her since the second we got together.

God she had been 15, almost 16 and I was 19. It felt so wrong and I knew I probably shouldn’t do it. Scrap that. I knew I definitely shouldn’t do it, but I was young and she was gorgeous and Caleb’s, Alex’s brother, best friend. Also Alex ex’s little sister, but we got together and broke up first. Not that it’s a competition….

I have a shitload of great memories with that girl, but my favorite has to be when I drove her home that very first time. I had played Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls on repeat. As I always do and she hadn’t complained, not once. It was that moment I decided I was going to charm her into liking me. Let’s just say that worked 😉

We were together for little under a year, only broke up because I was moving to Texas and she was going into senior year. Neither of us deserved to go through that with strings attached, unable to truly enjoy it, knowing we had commitments on the other side of the country.

If given the chance I wouldn’t have done it differently, it was the right choice. That doesn’t mean I’ve never regretted it though.

God she’s probably moved on already, I think remembering the guy in one of her insta pics.

 And just like that I fall into a deep spiral of internet stalking a guy named Gabriel. He looks a shit load like Tate, but in the words of the fake blond king himself; ‘No one is hotter than me, Tate Harrison Bishop. I am gods best creation. Well except maybe Alex. I guess.’ He was drunk when he said it, but when we reminded him of his words, he used them as his graduation quote.

Anyway, Jazz was probably dating him and I was the pathetic loser stalking his ex’s boyfriend.

[creideamhgradochas]

Thanks to the lovely @youngmoneymilla for taking the time to answer these! Get to know more about lovely Eliza, go give her a follow and then show her some love!

These questions are from this list. You should check it out, there’s 50 questions all together and they’d be great to ask your favorite fic writer!

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fan-fiction?

13

2) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.

I did love writing OC’s because I have a lot of fun with physical description. However, that was when I wasn’t aware of Reader Inserts since I just recently came back into the fanfic world. Reader Inserts are great because I have to work that much harder on giving them a backstory/personality and not focus at all on physical description. Plus, everyone gets to read the work and hopefully find themselves in it. The only thing I hate is being unable to use a name. I can’t write “Y/N” bc it bugs me haha.

3) What is your favorite genre to write for?

Ummm Angst probably? I’m a huge horror fan so, I’m trying to incorporate that into more work.

4) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?

“It Would Have Made it True” just because I didn’t really connect with it that much and the ending was rushed.

5) When is your preferred time to write? 

11 am to 10 pm haha. I’m an asshole and write a lot during my job.

6) Where do you take your inspiration from? 

I have about a million fics bookmarked from over the years, literally fics from when I was in high school to now. They’re so gorgeously written and they inspire me to write. I pretty much only read non-fiction outside of fanfic so, that doesn’t really work.

7) What’s your favorite scene that you’ve written?

Bathtub/Bedroom scene in the second part of “Bungalows and Baths”

8) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?

Yep. In one fic, I included a descriptive characteristic for the reader that implied she was white. It hadn’t even occurred to me but, I immediately fixed it when someone pointed it out.

9) Who is your favorite character to write for? Why? 

Tossup between Bucky and Steve. Bucky has the very obvious trauma and grief that’s interesting to write about but, Steve has a lot of buried darkness that’s subtle and extremely intriguing.

10) Who is your least favorite character to write for? Why?

Maybe Bruce? I don’t care that much for his character (despite the fact I love Hulk)

11) How do you come up with the titles for your stories? 

A lot of the time, it’s a line that’s said throughout the narrative. However, I have a word doc filled with random quotes I like and I usually throw something together. I always think up the title at the end and it’s always an afterthought. Titles blow.

12) What do you think is the best idea you’ve had for a story so far?

I am currently writing a Bucky x Reader fic (TRYING TO AT LEAST) that is going to take the team to New Orleans. It’s going to involve vampires since I wrote a novella about vampires back in high school and want to re-explore that mythology. However, there is going to be a lot of twists and it won’t be an AU, it’s just introducing the possibility of vampires in the MC universe. The reader and Bucky will both be struggling with the idea of themselves as monsters and trying to help themselves through that. It’s going to be a lot of voodoo and magic and angsty “will they, won’t they”. I’m going off on a tangent now but, that’s the gist. I have not written an actual series in a long time so, this would be my first one.

13) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

There are many half-filled one- page word docs on my desktop that are rotting away as we speak. I just get bored or think of something else.

14) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?

I’d love to do more fics with the same reader from Bungalows and Baths.

15) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?

Lol I’m actually annoyed with how I ended 6 Times right now. Not sure why.

16) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

Omg I admire so many but, here are a few.

@bitsandbobsandstuff – obviously for her “Safe with Me” piece which is fantastic, emotional and well-paced. Pacing/keeping the reader on their toes is the hardest thing for me in a series and so, I really admire her ability to do that. I also LOVED her “A Million Invisible Threads” piece because it’s such a gorgeous character study on the Winter Soldier

@a-splash-of-stucky  – She’s the Queen of Angst duh and a GORGEOUS writer. I love her stuff. A Messed Up Place left me weak.

@imhereforbvcky – Her “Mirror for the Sun” fic inspired me to start writing from Bucky’s POV actually. She’s just a beautiful writer.

@tilltheendwilliwrite – I love everything she writes. I love all the mythology she brings to her fics while still staying within the Avengers universe. Her smut is on another level, too. I find myself rereading her stuff again and again.

17) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it?

Here and there. There are definitely moments in a fic where I think why did I keep that. It’s usually because I ended it too quickly or just wanted it over.

18) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence? 

I love music when I write fics. It’s all movie scores. I have a spotify playlist for it.

19) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?

I’ve cried (ish) when writing anything that has to do with alcohol/substance abuse. I’ve been in and out of AA for the past two years and have finally started recovery again. I also have depression so, writing about that can leave me raw. Writing truly always helps though.

20) Which part of your fics have been the hardest to write?

SMUT. Jesus Christ. I struggle so hard with making smut sound hot, as well as lyrical so, it can fit with the narrative. I don’t want to reuse anything I’ve used in other fics before or repeat words but, it’s SO hard (pardon the pun). I always forget what position they’re in and where the body parts need to go. It’s legitimately why I have yet to write a Stucky x Reader fic. I can’t introduce another person into my difficult SMUT journey.

21) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow? 

I usually have a general idea and I’ll have a very vague outline going. I just write everything out like word vomit and go back and edit.

22) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fan-fiction? 

That some of the best stories I’ve read aren’t necessarily the ones with the most likes or comments. I stumble upon stuff and wonder “HOW DOES THIS NOT HAVE 2K LIKES”.

23) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

That’s tough. Maybe the stuff I wrote in the beginning where I didn’t have many followers. I loved the concept of “You Don’t Mean for it to Happen” but, sometimes I want to rewrite the whole thing. I put a lot of myself into “I Think of You All the Time” but, I feel like that got some good traction. IDK.  Bungalows and Baths got a crazy amount of love. Did not expect that but, v grateful.

24) In contrast to 23 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at? 

Nope. I appreciate any love haha.

25) Are any of your characters based on real people?

Well, I think it goes without saying that every reader character has a little bit of the author in there. I think I pull from some of my friends but, not really.

26) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten? 

Someone once said that their soul was marked by “Bungalows and Baths” which was amazing haha.

27) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?

I haven’t really gotten criticism other than that time I screwed up on including a feature for a white reader. I felt terrible about that.

28) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?

Not really. I don’t have people to share them with haha.

29) Do people know you write fan-fiction?

My best friend knows but, she doesn’t read fanfic. Shockingly, my mom and sister know but, I told them that they could never read them. I just share reviews with them. My mom likes to know that I’m staying creative.

30) What’s you favorite minor character you’ve written? 

Oh jeez idk if I have one. Natasha isn’t considered a minor character but, she usually plays a side character in my stories and she’s fun to write for.

31) What spurs you on during the writing process?

Once I get started, I’m usually good at keeping it going. Music helps.

32) What’s your favorite trope to write?

Probably slow burn romance or one of the lovers is injured/captured. I also am a huge sucker for love triangles because I’m greedy AF.

33) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

Lawl this might not have been the first one but, I read a Lizzie Mcguire SMUT piece when I was maybe in 6th grade and was severely chilled to the bone. I was trash even at 12.

34) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

Angst. I always write better when I’m emotionally distraught and tortured. Although as I get older, I realize this isn’t fabulous for my own mental health.

[bikingthroughhawkins]

I was tagged by the gorgeous @maplestreet83 - thanks so much for tagging me, Petal! You’re a gem and congrats again on the follow count!! 💙💙🌸😘

Rules:

1. Post the rules

2. Answer the questions given to you by the tagger

3. Write Eleven questions of your own

4. And tag Eleven people

1. Favourite movie?

Teen Beach Movie! Starring my gorgeous husband who I love with all my heart and being - the PERFECT AND FLAWLESS ROSS LYNCH 😍😍😍

2. Favourite season 2 theory so far?

Well because it’s already aired (Hallelujah 🙏🏻🙌🏻) I’m gonna say what my fav theory was which was that the Demogorgon was a conjuring of a dark mirror reflection of Eleven’s inner psyche. I thought that was so cool! And some scenes had direct parallels!

3. Have a crush?

On my husband, Ross Lynch, as discussed above, yes 😁 IRL? No, the boys at my school be yucky

4. Candy corn or nah?

Never tried it but I don’t like candy so nahhhhhh

5. Favourite line from all of ST?

Too many to name!!! But I think I die the most at “so, Jonathan...how was the pull out?” - Cue me dead on the floor

6. Zodiac sign?

(An insanely and ironically unbalanced) LIBRA

7. Favourite Stranger Things 2 scene?

OoOhOOo too many!!! But Ma favvvvvv would HAVE to be the scene where Mike is telling El to be careful at the gate and they almost kiss and they get TOTALLY HOPBLOCKED! Hell yeah, not only was there Mileven but over-protective Dad Hopper foreshadowing his role in S3 - defs gotta be Ma favvvv

8. Three favourite TV shows?

Austin & Ally, Stranger Things and Miraculous Ladybug

9. A song you listened to on repeat recently?

The Way That You Do by Ross Lynch (you know who he is to me by now 😉) from the Austin & Ally soundtrack

10. Favourite book genre?

YA Urban Fantasy

11. Jane or Eleven?

ELEVEN!!!! ALL THY WAY! But tbh El if anything - literally whatever Mike calls her 😂😂

12. Bowie or Kenny Rogers?

Gonna have to say Bowie (primarily coz I don’t know who Kenny Rogers is but also coz Bowie be lit)

13. How do you spend a rainy day?

Sleeping in, binging a Netflix series (most likely ST, duh!) and reading my current book while drinking some of my indie hot chocolate I got from a book subscription service ☕️😜

14. Deserted island food choice?

Bow tie pasta (the bow tie part is very important)

15. Greatest number of times you’ve re-read a single book?

I probs re-read Dr Seuss’ There’s No Place Like Space about 163 times

16. Dream retirement destination?

I’ll go wherever my Rossy-Boo goes 💙 (wow, this must be getting sad for you guys)

17. If money wasn’t an issue what would you do with your life?

I probably wouldn’t change much - just the amount of fandom merchandise I own and maybe opt for the premium Netflix package

18. Style choice?

Causal ‘Rydel style’ (just don’t ask haha)

19. Name three idols you would love to sit down and have tea with?

I will exclude ‘you know who’ from this in order to not annoy y’all 😂 love you, Ross! 💋) but I would love to sit down with Harper Lee (TKAM is my favourite book), Rosa Parks (I think she is so inspirational) and oh, what the heck, ROSS! 😆😆❤️ and can we get some hot chocolate going instead of boiled leaf water? Cheers

20. D & D or Dragon’s Lair?

I love board games but I also love the arcade! Gosh Imma say both because I would LOVE to play both

21. If you had a time machine, what time period would you visit?

Either the 80’s (what up, ST crew?!) or the 50’s coz I’m lovin them swing dresses - super cute!!!

22. How would you react to losing your phone?

I don’t know because I would be dead before I let that happen

23. Do you prefer summer or winter?

Summer coz I’m Aussie and we don’t like the cold

24. What’s the last song you’ve had stuck in your head?

Double Take by Ross Lynch (seriously guys, he’s all I think about - I need help) from the Austin & Ally soundtrack

25. How many languages do you speak?

One fluently (well, you can be the judge of that) and I dabble in Le français (very strong emphasis on dabble)

26. Do you have siblings?

Yeah, one little sister - she’s low key a savage

27. Dad Hopper or Dad Steve?

*in that little Mexican girl from the taco ad’s voice* why not have both?

28. Do you have a weird talent?

I can balance a trombone on my upper lip while clapping like a seal (I really don’t know how I discovered it tbh - I was the talk of the intermediate music school district 😂👌🏻)

29. What was your favourite cringey but amazing 80’s look in season two?

It wasn’t cringey in my books but El’s punk look was defs my fav!!!

30. Reese’s pieces or Three Musketeers?

I’ve never tried either (I know! Scandalous!) but I love peanut butter so imma say Reese’s 😜

31. What country in the world would you like to visit?

Either the USA or the Netherlands because why not?

32. What’s your favourite song from the Stranger Things soundtrack?

From season one, I honestly loved them all but my favs were First Kiss and Biking To School (which is what inspired my URL) and from season two it would have to be Eulogy because it’s triggering but a beautiful triggering

33. What’s the best gift you’ve ever given anyone?

I gave my mother the gift of me, and I think that’s hard to beat. Geez, the more time I spend on this site the more narcissistic I become (and I low key love it 😂) - I wrote my dad a song once and choreographed a dance for his bday when I was about 10! Thought that was nice hehe 💙

My questions for you lovelies to answer (mwahahahahaha)!:

1. If you were a pair of shoes, what would you be?

2. Which planet in the solar system do you identify with most?

3. If you had a POP Vinyl made of you, what’s the one thing it would need to have?

4. You can only kill off one: Ted or Billy?

5. Steve & bat or Steve & dish towel?

6. Dad Steve or Mom Steve?

7. What’s your go-to karaoke song?

8. Favourite 80’s film?

9. What’s a really cheesy tv/movie/book trope that you love?

10. What food do you need when binge watching a TV show?

11. Steve and Dustin. Name a more iconic duo, I’ll wait.

BONUS:

12. And of course, it wouldn’t be an @BikingThroughHawkins questionnaire if it didn’t ask the most important question of all: WHAT IS YOUR ALL TIME FAVOURITE MEME?

WOOH! FINALLY FREEEEE! Haha - sorry you lovelies had to go through this list of useless and probably not that interesting material about moi! But I had fun and I hope you may have learned something! 😉 thanks again SO much to the lovely @maplestreet83 for tagging me! I don’t usually do these so I’m happy to have taken part! Thanks again my lovely!

I now tag the following noble blogs whom I deem the perfect candidates to tackle this questionnaire! (Sorry if you’ve already been tagged 😁 I just wanted ya to feel loved!)

@strangerwaffle @80smikewheeler

@itselhopper @m11ke-wheeler

@nancytheslutwheeler @mike-paladin

@strange-waffles11

@maxmayfield

@sincerely-millie

@lets-engage

@teenwolfexpert24