#i am a fanfic writer afterall!

[pluto-rainstorm]

Ya'know that one tiktok trend "do you think you would've dated me when you were in high-school?" or "younger" or something like that, but think about it with BuckTommy

Buck would post it thinking it's hilarious, it would be a cute photo of them now with the caption and then you swipe to a picture of Tommy looking like this muscular army lad, with stubble, looking very mature...

And then you swipe again to a picture of a baby faced Buck, maybe he has a few pimples, he's a lot shorter and has lighter blonde, shaggy hair and he's holding a skateboard

He'd show Tommy and he would just stare at it like "oh my god..."

[aberooski]

Have you ever had something that felt like has or would completely cause chaos in your story? Like an idea or thought? Like, it would cause it to head to a possible different direction?

That's a good question 🤔

I can't really think of anything specifically that would necessarily cause chaos persay, at least not anything recent. My chaos ideas I feel like are still pretty tame all things considered, at least at this point because some of the stuff in my pipeline I think have the potential for some real unhinged ideas from my brain 🤭

But I will say, and this is real deep aberooski lore because this fic doesn't exist anymore apart from inside my theoretical vault. But I had a fic that was a rewrite of the Alice episode in gx season 2 (episode 80 respectively) and I'll be real it was bad. It was very poorly executed, but it was very early in my fanfic life so I give myself a little grace for that. But it started out fairly tame and simple, but it was then derailed completely by me like halfway through deciding that Alice wasn't just gonna be a doll spirit, she was gonna be a straight up demon imprisoned in a doll.... that's the most chaos inducing idea I've ever had that I've ever acted upon as a like 19 year old who didn't know what she was fucking doing, I'll be honest lololol 😅 it completely derailed the story and hurt the quality, hence it's the only fic I've ever actually deleted so I could just rewrite and fix it because I liked the original idea, but indulging my chaos and my terrible writing at the time was a real problem for me.

My chaotic tendencies have calmed down significantly since then, honestly. But I guess my point is yes I have 😅 but I've also had ideas I thought were chaotic at first and that ended up being amazing! So in my experience when it comes to those kinds of thoughts, it depends on the handling whether it becomes pure chaos in a good way, or pure chaos in a bad way. And whether the story is altered drastically and completely or in a way where you can still reign things in back to the original intention or at least as close to it as you can.

Personally I adore having a bit of chaos in fics 🤭 keeps us on our toes, y’know?

[princessvisionary101]

Teaser for chapter 2 of Prince Nuada Silverlance x disowned princess reader:

While you two were strolling in the hallways of the palace, you wondered if you could find many records about the Bethmoora clan to pass the time in the library. Afterall, if you were going to read some books while your family discuss business, may as well learn more about the strangers you’ve never heard of then not anything.

Now don’t be mistaken, you didn’t want to learn the Bethmoora clan’s history because of some strategy or something to use against them like you family did for many other visitors or guests; but learning more about other existences than just other similar individuals was enough to imagine exploring the outside world without no care in the world.

(Now to further explain my situation if y’all are curious, if not, you can ignore this message before the keep reading tab but if y’all are curious, then y’all are free to keep reading.)

Now y’all know as a person we all have a lot of responsibilities that we have to focus on before doing anything that we love to enjoy.

For example, I am about to start college in a few days and I also work on the weekends, so I hardly have any time to do anything much less riding stories, playing video games, or hanging out with friends.

But do not worry. I still want to try to finish the story just so that way I can see how far my writing skills can go and because I’ve always wanted to be a fun, loving fanfic writer for characters who hardly get enough Fame or love as they should. But do not fret the chapter is already done. I just need to edit a few stuff to make sense and then I will have enough time to post it before I start college.

I hope y’all enjoy the chapter and thank you for reminding me how much people are patiently waiting for something that means a lot to me.

[littlekiara96]

Quick question

Are Lycaon's robotic legs actually prosthetics?

He does wear an eyepatch, afterall.

I like to think he hasn't always been an attendant at Victoria Co., and was a soldier before, until he sustained too much damage and had to change career paths.

Can't wait to see if the characters have actual lore. If they don't, well... More power to the fanfic writers, am I right? Hehe...

I also can't wait to be able to play on the 7th. I really hope I'll get him without having to reach 300 pulls. Perhaps streamer luck will strike again...

[blurredcolour]

Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers

Thank you Steph! Sorry this took me so dang long to actually reply to, I wanted to do some housekeeping first!

Stuck - This is afterall my first Austin Butler fic, and the first public fanfic I posted since my Pirates of the Caribbean Days on ff.net (I am as old as the hills, yes).

More Than Words - Soulmate AU where I feel like I challenged myself. I love this little universe.

Nom De Plume - I love this series so very much, it involves so many things I love and it was a joy to write.

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? - Look Ma, I wrote a one-shot without smut and it stayed that way!

The Devil And The Deep Blue Sea - Orm Marius (Aquaman 2018) x Reader. Proof that I CAN write for characters not related to Austin Butler.

[kminnie]

s,,,spare grad student!mc and nightowl late night study session crumbs? maybe nightowl makes mc some coffee or tea or something? just sweet fluffy feel good content;;;

thank u for ur service to the bloomic community for this btw,,

OF COURSE ANON PLEASE THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE IT!!!

Also please no need to thank me, I'm simply doing my job to give back to a community that has already given me so much! Without further ado!!

NIGHTOWL BEING SO CUTE

It was late. How late? Who knows. Past midnight, that's for sure. You had been studying with Nightowl for the past 3 or so hours. You made sure to take breaks in between but they never seemed to be long enough.

The library had long since closed so you two went back to Nightowl's dorm to study. The lack of sound coming from every which way made you sleepier than you realized. Nightowl was quick to pick up how sleepy you were getting. He smiled, as cute as you looked while you were sleepy, he knew you'd never forgive yourself for falling asleep like that.

He got up from sitting on the floor which caused you to put your focus on something else for a bit, letting you gain a bit of the consciousness that you had lost.

"Don't worry, you can go back to reading." Nightowl said with a smile. You nodded sleepily as you turned your attention back to your textbook. God you were cute. He always thought that but this side of you was so adorable. He shook away his thoughts as he started on making coffee with his little coffee maker he had in his room.

Soon the coffee was done and he looked over at you to see you had fallen asleep on your textbook. He smiled to himself as he walked over with two full coffee cups in hand. He sat down and set them on the table. Your eyes opened at the new sound and saw the coffee cup in front of you.

Nightowl silently cursed himself for waking you up but seeing the sleepy smile on your face as you sat up and took the coffee was probably even better than looking at you sleep. Maybe one day he'd be able to wake up in bed next to you. No. Not today. Work. You guys have to work.

He spoke to you to keep you awake as you two sipped your coffee. Soon the two of you stretched a bit before going back to work. But Nightowl was a bit preoccupied thinking about how cute you looked before.

Maybe one day... just not yet.

[darling-i-read-it]

Theatrics

Jay Gatsby x reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: drinking, men coming onto the reader

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for requesting for Gatsby! No one ever requests for him so this was very fun to do. I hope you enjoy love!

Requested: by anon, Hi I’m new and I just recently got super into the great Gatsby I was hoping you could please do a Jay Gatsby (fanfic maybe) (2013 film) about him and his wife maybe where Jay hosts a party and someone tries flirting with the wife in front of Gatsby he doesn’t know they are married but Jay just kinda reacts if really appreciate it I have trouble finding Jay Gatsby 2013 stories so I’d love seeing it and I saw your previous stories and such you did on him your a fantastic writer!! (Maybe he was just smiles for a little knowing it was ridiculous than as it was clear he wasn’t going to be got more and more mad like he did at Tom during the hotel scene Oof-) (it so could be Tom and he gets really mad like bro you already had Daisy now you want my wife nah haha)

Summary: the request

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

The party was about to start. You loved it when Jay threw parties. You knew that people would come to gossip and everyone in West Egg enjoyed a good Gatsby party. Maybe you just liked being the center of attention. Maybe you liked it when Jay was.

Whatever the reason was, you were pleased to find everything in place for your final preparations. People would start filling in soon in droves. You passed each other waiters carefully checking all of the plates they were holding. They made quick small talk as you passed, making sure everything was alright.

You heard a loud clap and everyone stopped moving.

Your eyes all went up to the staircase where Jay was standing, a grand smile on his face.

“My dear?!” he called.

“Yes?” you called back to him. He met your eyes from the distance, his smile widening.

“Open up the doors!”

You nodded and turned around to the waiters, gesturing for each of them to get the doors. You opened up the main one and people were already waiting.

You stood by the door as they came in, saying hello to those you knew and eavesdropping on those you didn’t. Before you knew it the room was completely filled to the brim with people. Drinks and food were being handed out. You had lost Jay to the crowd which was expected. You often found each other near the end of the night anyway.

“Y/N?” a man called. You turned, your lips upturned in a rehearsed smile.

“Nick! Hello dear, how are you? I thought you weren’t going to be able to make it,” you said, rushing over to your neighbor.

“I was able to afterall. Do you know where Gatsby is? Jay, I mean,” he said sheepishly. You shook your head.

“Sorry, I don’t. I’m sure he’s bound to turn up somewhere, sloshing some sort of drink around.” He nodded in agreement. “Try to enjoy yourself. There’s plenty of food if you want. Perhaps you can even find a nice person to go home with.” He shook his head laughing.

“I think I’ll have to find the food.” You nodded and patted him on the back.

“Then I will see you later. Have fun!” You walked past him further into the crowd. You loved these parties. You loved that barely anyone there knew that you lived there. Often people would whisper about Mr and Mrs Gatsby, the infamous party throwers and how people rarely had ever met the two of you.

You preferred to remain an idea.

You grabbed a champagne glass from one of the waiters and sat down in one of the free spots on the couches. You happened to be right next to a man you had never met before. You didn’t spare him more than a glance but you could feel his gaze on you as you took a drink of your champagne.

“Do you frequent these parties?” he asked you. You looked over at him and gave him the ‘who me?’ look before answering.

“No, can’t say that I do,” you said. You liked your identity as an idea, why not keep it that way? Plus, you had to have a little fun at these parties if you wanted to keep them going.

“You’re gorgeous, I think I would remember you,” he said, leaning against the couch. You smiled politely.

“Thank you.”

“Isn’t this house beautiful? I hear the couple that lives here is even more so. I mean, not nearly as beautiful as you though.” You held back a scoff.

“Yes it’s a wonderful house.”

“So what’s your name? Did you come with someone?”

“Actually yes, I did.”

“Oh well you don’t have to leave with them,” he said leaning into you. His breath stunk of alcohol. You stood up slowly.

“Thank you but I’m truly alright,” you told him as kindly as you could muster. He stood up too. You were trying to figure out how you were going to get out of this hole you had dug yourself when you felt a hand on the small of your back. You turned swiftly to find Jay standing beside you. “There you are,” you said happily.

“Who’s this?” he asked stiffly. The man extended his hand.

“Daniel.” Jay didn’t shake it and Daniel let his hand drop awkwardly. “You are?”

“Jay Gatsby. This, old chap, is my wife you were speaking with.” You could feel his light tension but didn't imagine that he would get into too much of a fight.

“Oh!” Daniel said, suddenly very embarrassed. “My apologies, I didn't know.” You gave him a curt nod.

“Clearly,” Jay said. “I was about to get something from the kitchen if you would like to join me,” he said to you. You nodded pleasantly.

“Lead the way darling.”

The two of you left the man in the dust as you weaved through the crowd to the bustling kitchen. Waiters came and went but it was big enough to where you were able to get a moment of peace there. The guests greatly outnumbered the waiters.

“Nick was looking for you,” you said.

“Everyone is looking for me dear,” he said, leaning against the wall. “We’re the Gatsbys.” You nodded slowly, looking at him.

“I was about to tell him that you know.”

“Oh I know. But I wanted to make sure you got lost in the crowd before he could find you again.”

“After your clear intimidation, I don’t think he will go looking again,” you promised, grabbing his hand. You kissed the back of his hand gently and he brought his other hand to his cheek.

“I am known for my theatrics.”

“You don’t have to tell me that darling.”

[incoherentbabblings]

do you have any advice on writing tim, steph, and timsteph? any misteps you see people often take with them?

Ooh! Good question. I am very flattered that you think I have advice to give! I can only speak for how I like to write them. It isn't the only way to write them, or understand them, or conceive of them, but here's what I try to keep in mind when I'm writing Tim, Steph, and their relationship. Again, quick disclaimer, this is half canon and half me building up fanon or ideas that I wish had been canon. My way is not the only way, nor is it the best way. But it is the most fun way. For me. Specifically. 😉

ANYWAY. My boil it down to basics list of attributes for Tim and Steph that I tend to focus on when reading and particularly enjoy. I think some of these are not popular. But heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. I do me you do you.

Tim: GENTLE, clever, a bit self absorbed, compassionate and sympathetic to others but not particularly empathetic, confident, very rarely is he insecure in his own abilities, extroverted, slow to think and act. Moves from an idealist to cynic as time goes on.

Steph: Stubborn and prideful, insecure, empathetic, forgiving, protective, does not speak often but when she does it is loud, always at an 11, whether its joy or anger or frustration or love, she's never particularly measured in her responses, introverted, quick to think and act. Moves from a cynic to idealist as time goes on.

TimSteph: They're never quite in the same headspace at the same time. There's a tension coming between them both growing up with conditional affection, so they're not quite used to the thought of the other person being with them come hell or high water. And they'll both hurt the other if that means they think the other will be better off in the long run. Dodgy communication skills is a must. They both need the other to give them a kick up the butt from time to time. They admire the other a lot, but as time has gone on they stop short of adoration. Putting the other on a pedestal ends bad for both of them, so they're painfuly aware of the other's flaws. Loving, despite them, because of them, because of that history. Understanding, why they are the way they are, even if they hate it.

That's how I picture them in my head at least! Others may find it a bit off in places. There's more specific things about their relationships with other batfam members - for instance Stephanie does not and never has hated Bruce and Tim favourite sibling is Dick yes even by the end of Red Robin - but then this ask will get too long...

I suppose a 'mistake' I see is in terms of character motivation. Now ymmv on this, but I prefer characters over plot. So, the characters drive the narrative rather than the plot making the characters do things. Sometimes I think writers, fanfic or DC themselves… kind of…forget… why Tim and Steph are where they are. I also like to do the 'character traits are virtues or vices depending on the circumstances'. It's a sliding scale, so to speak, rather than distinct bad and good unrelated attributes.

So like, yes Tim is smart. And that's a good thing. Until he thinks he's smarter than other people. Yes, Steph will never quit. And that has served her very well. Until the moment when, no, she really needs to learn to cut her losses. So you form the plot around things that will push Tim to think he's smarter than everyone else and become strident and more callous because he knows better afterall or having Steph's pride get battered and consequently she either starts becoming very reckless or seeking approval from the wrong people in order to prove her value or worth. Of course, that's for drama, but still. Same concept applies for comedy too. But I'm not as good at that.😊

[moralcombat-hornyprincess]

Hi there beauties!💖💖 I need your help to find two (2!) Obey me fanfiction that I read on the Archives (I hope you know that page). Both of them was nsfw (of course😆😌), so minors, pls do not participate in the search⚔🌟 If you find this, I will give you my long-long admire in a text aaaand you can read something truly worthy. Plus if you want, you can be my first recquest since I never wrote to others bc and my self indulgent therapy writings wasn't english. So. PLEASE REBLOG, I KNOW YOU HAVE HEARTS TOO, AND YOU UNDERSTAND HOW THIRSTY I AM AFTER SO MANY FAILED TRIES TO FIND THESE!!! 🌟🌟💖 If you do so, Mammon will treat you a meal. I swear. I'll make him.

First fanfic: Levi. Levi who is a virgin. And a cutie who cannot express his love due to fear from rejection to mc. If I remember correctly the Mc had a name (fem!mc), maybe Kat? So she finds Levi in his room and after the final confession she moves on him in his gamer-chair. It's cute and fluffy, yet really smutty. The girl shows Levi everything and he is shy but starts to get to it. The sexy things included: sucking, maybe eating out, fingering, sex and choking with Levi's tail. FUN FACTS: I found it while I was searching for a Mammon fanfiction, so idk how did I find this. Plus maybe the writers name was DarkDeepSea or something like that but after so many desperate tries I just cannot find it.

Second fanfic: M!mc and Lucifer. The brothers made a farewell party to Mc, but he has other things in mind: yep, he's makint a pact with the eldest of them all. And then he messes with his wings, sooo he has ti punish him afterall. While Luci is carrying him his room, he gives a few spanks to his ass but in the room... It's not the hardest kind of BDSM, but damn, the dialouges are sooo good!!! Luci is whipping the Mc bc he could not keep eyecontact and spanking his ass relentlessly but with a sweet aftercare.

So yes. Both of them are contain love yet almost fully sexy-time. And yes 2.0: I will be incredibly thankful if you can help me.

PLEASE REBLOG AGAIN!

Have a fantastic day and if you found them... have a good time😌💖💖💖

[angstsfordays]

Stay With Me

Summary: You liked Steve. No, you still like Steve. When you finally confessed, he could not give you a definite answer. Your heart broke. But what happens when you came face to face with Steve the very next day, only this time he wasn’t really your Steve….

Pairing: Steve rogers x Enhanced!reader (Y/N)

Warnings: FLUFF. ANGST. MORE FLUFF. AND PERHAPS TEARS. A couple of swear words. Death.

Word count: 8987

Notes: HI EVERYBODY! This is my first Marvel fanfiction! I wrote fanfics before, but I have always been much more of a reader. After a 1.5 year hiatus, I felt compelled to write again. Hope everyone enjoys this piece. I still am trying to establish myself as a rookie writer.

This is AU and doesn’t fall in any of the MCU timeline. Let’s just assume that the world is currently at peace from Thanos and this is just set in an everyday Avengers timeline. A like, reblog or comment will be deeply appreciated :)    

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You woke up with an unnerving feeling in your chest. You wondered why and then you were reminded of the day before. You had confessed to Steve. Yes that Steve, the Steve Rogers. Captain America. Your boss. Your hopeless crush. You joined the Avengers not too long ago. It had been over two years. You were an agent of SHIELD, but more importantly an enhanced individual.

You always had your powers since you were young but hid it to blend in. When you’re 20, you used your powers for the first time to save someone in danger. You ended up on SHIELD’s radar and then recruited into the academy.

You undergone training to become a SHIELD operative under Phil Coulson’s tutelage and was recognised to be an outstanding agent. However, more so often, you were not a stickler for rules and had gone off book several times in operations. 

This placed you on a thin line to getting kicked out of the academy, but you always had the backing of Phil who grown a soft spot. You reminded him of his younger days and also his fellow colleague, Melinda May whom put the interests of saving lives at the forefront in their work.

When the Battle of New York happened, you were broken. Mainly because you lost your mentor and your dearest friend. You were teetering on quitting when Phil died in the line of duty. Director Fury pulled you back, reminding you of Phil’s sacrifice and how Phil thought the world of you, feeling that you had much potential to unfold. You continued working under Director Fury’s orders, working on special missions.

When SHIELD was taken down by HYDRA from the inside, you didn’t know who to trust. All you knew was that Director Fury had seemingly been assassinated. You wanted to find out what happened, but plans deviated when you realised you were on HYDRA’s radar. Your powers were of great interest to them and you were wanted. You had to abandon the place you felt like home and went into hiding.

A couple of years later, you resurfaced. You found yourself facing the Avengers while they were on a mission. No you were fighting not against them, instead you stumbled upon them while you were on the run. That’s when you saw Steve Rogers for the first time. It didn’t feel like the first time though.

Perhaps it was because you heard so much about him from Phil that you felt you already knew him. A smile formed on your face when you recalled Phil’s rambling of his love for the war hero. It was one of those moments when you saw him as the real Phil, and not just Agent Coulson- your supervising officer.

A HYDRA agent was going to aim for Steve from a hidden spot and you almost flew in to intervene. You knocked out the agent with your gloved fists engulfed in high density energy. You remembered staring into the sparkling blue eyes of Steve Rogers for the first time. His eyes widened at the sight of you- wondering who you were and what were you doing.

You heard backup coming and the two of you fought off a couple more HYDRA agents together. It was as if you had been working together your whole life, the two of you fought in sync. You covered for him and he did so for you. There was an unspoken synergy that happened between you two. When the last HDYRA agent went down, you two finally looked at each other once more. Panting and out of breath, you hunched over trying to catch your breath.

You heard his footsteps coming closer, as if to check on you. You looked up at him, and he took his helmet off. His crop but luscious blonde locks fell over.

“Hey, are you alright-” You heard his voice for the first time. It was not really; you had seen him before and heard him before. You remembered the video clips that were played in classes at the academy. SHIELD was founded on the legacy of Captain America afterall. But this was different. You heart started to beat wildly, knowing that he was speaking to you.

“Steve, are you alright?” Another voice appeared. It was familiar. You two both spun your heads in the same direction to see a scarlet head emerging in your sight. Natasha Romanoff. You had seen her before back at SHIELD. Phil had worked together with her and Agent Barton several times. You were introduced once to them before as his mentee.

“Who’s that with you?” She spoke once more. You started to panic, what was this situation with you, Captain America and Black Widow? You were supposed to be in hiding from the HYDRA operatives that came to capture you. Should you seek refuge with the Avengers? Would they keep you safe? You were not a hundred percent sure. You felt that you were still safest alone. 

That’s why you decided to take flight. Literally. Because with your powers, you managed to push yourself off the ground and into the air, landing far away from where the two avenger members were.

The next time you saw Steve was in your apartment. You came home to see him standing in your kitchen. You dropped your bag of groceries and let out a scream that would have your neighbours appalled. Your powers came out almost immediately in defense and Steve had to duck when a shot of energy aimed at the kitchen cabinet behind him.

He raised both his hands in defense and assured he meant no harm. He explained that Natasha had helped him to track you down. He understood your situation and offered you a place in the Avengers compound. No more hiding and no more fear of surviving.

All previous resistance thrown out of the window, the sincerity in his eyes and voice won you over almost immediately. You knew not to trust people easily, that much Phil has taught you but how could you not when it was Steve Rogers.

So you then found yourself becoming a part of the Avengers. You blended into the group seamlessly, like you were an old-time friend. You had gotten closer to Natasha who was once an intimidating senior agent in your eyes. You became fast friends with Wanda whom you bonded over the love of food. More so of her cooking and you being the taste tester.

Sam and Bucky welcomed you into their group especially when you find yourself the buffer between their bickering. You always went along with Tony Stark’s antics and he saw you as a little sister. Bruce and you have a polite relationship, not having much in common but you still got along with him in the group. 

Vision and you have a pretty interesting relationship, you found yourself as a life sensei to him whenever he was curious about the human way of life. You only met Thor a few times but you two had a friendly relationship whenever he visited Earth. He felt like another older brother to you.

Now. Where does that leave Steve Rogers? The man who brought you into this new life. You regarded him as your leader, captain and comrade. You wanted to impress him especially since he offered you a new chance in life. You always made sure you did your best during missions so as not to disappoint him. You wanted to be in his good books. You wanted him to like you as a teammate and maybe more? 

You didn’t know when you started to have feelings for the American hero, but you believed it was gradual.

When you saw him in the morning eating disgusting plain oats, you offered to whip up some fluffy blueberry pancakes (which you learnt how to from Wanda). When you see his brows knitted to get his Netflix account created, you chuckled and decided to help the poor guy out. When he found in himself from unwanted attention at Tony’s gatherings, you slid in smoothly between him and the other party, coming up with smooth lies to help him out of an awkward bind.

You didn’t know why you wanted to do all of those things. Were you being nice? Or perhaps you wanted to be nice to him? He was on your mind most of the time. How can I make a good impression? How can I get closer to him? Your mind was always boggling with such thoughts.

Whenever he was in the room, your eyes always wandered off to him. You tried to subtly get closer to him- sitting beside him during movie nights, sitting across him during meetings. It was those little things that made you feel like you could signal your presence to him. You wanted him to notice you just as much you did for him. Of course, these things did not go unnoticed. Unfortunately, not by said man himself but everyone else in your inner circle.

Natasha caught your longing look at Steve one movie night, and she smirked to herself. She nudged your hips the next morning in the kitchen when Steve walked into the room. She gave you an all-knowing smile and your eyes widened in horror. How? You mouthed the word to her, and she just shrugged while looking all smug.

Wanda was the next one to know you both baked together for Valentine’s Day. You two were baking for everyone in the team. You decided to make a special cookie, she noted. One in the shape of a heart and with familiar colours of red, white and blue icing. Steve, Bucky and Sam were walking in from their workout in the gym when they smelt the scent of freshly baked goods.

Sam’s hands were reaching out for your special cookie when you turned your back to wash your hands in the sink. You let out a shrill scream of horror when you saw Sam picking it up and bringing it closer to his lips.

“STOP RIGHT THERE!” The three soldiers almost jumped back at your voice and Sam raised his other hand in surrender. You took your cookie out of his hands and dusted it off as if his touch sullied the baked biscuit.

“This is not yours, Sam. You can have those.” You pointed over to the other batch of cookies. They were all smaller in sizes, in the regular circular shape with generic red and pink icing drawn in heart shapes on the surface.

“What? Then the heck it that cookie for?” Sam retorted, almost offended.

You grinned sheepishly when you directed your eyes at a certain blonde soldier. Your previous bravado shaken as you tried to find your voice to speak. You swore your hands were trembling and you tried hard to not break the palm sized heart shaped cookie in your hands.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Steve. I uh made this for you.” Yes. You got the words out. The expressions on the faces of the other three people in the room would have been hilarious but they were not in your sight. You only had eyes for one person.

“What? How come he gets a special cookie from the rest of us? Now that’s just discrimination.” Sam quipped. Bucky shook his head like he could not believe how dumb Sam could even be. Wanda had to bite her lips back, when she realised what was going on all along. Oh my dear Y/N…she thought.

“Would you accept my it?” You added nervously when you noticed Steve did not give a response.

“Uh, thank you Y/N. That’s really nice of you.” Steve answered as politely as he usually did and took the cookie from your hands. When Steve just stopped at that response, Bucky looked like he was going to die from the stupidity of the men in the room except for him. Bucky also knew there and then what was happening. He could not believe his best friend was so oblivious.

“Hey, that’s unfair. I want one.” Sam whined almost like a child. Bucky face palmed himself and grunted.

You were a little disappointed at Steve’s response, nice of you? Urgh, you secretly wished he had more to say. Did you put him on a spot in front of his friends? How stupid could you have gotten?

“Fine fine, geez I will make a falcon-themed one for you, You big baby.” You huffed in annoyance, but also to mainly mask your disappointment. You quickly grabbed a piping bag. “Would you like one too, Bucky?” You mustered a smile on your face to make it seem like you were not affected by Steve’s response at all. Bucky gave you a look like he knew- he knew what’s up and he gave you a sorry look.

“Sure doll, I would love one.” Bucky said in hopes of making you feel better. You felt a hand on your shoulder and turned to see Wanda to give you a comforting smile. You fought to hold back the tears welling up in your eyes.

But that was not your actual confession to Steve.———————————————————————

That time came during an Avenger’s game night. The team was playing truth and dare Jenga. It was your turn and you hoped you gotten something that would not be too difficult to do.

“Tell the person across you something that you always wanted to say to them.”

You looked up immediately and were met with cerulean blue eyes. Your breath hitched when you realised who it was.

You cursed in your head and perhaps even muttered it under your breath. You felt the eyes of the rest of your teammates intently on you. After a minute, Tony started to get impatient.

“Come on kid, what do you want to say to Capsicle? There should be plenty right? If not drink up.” Oh boy, if only Tony knew. You looked nervously elsewhere and locked eyes with Natasha beside you. Your eyes then fleet towards Wanda who looked concerned and then to Bucky who almost looked nervous for you. Your legs were getting jumpy and then your hands lunged forward to grab the bottle of whiskey in front of you.

A series of ‘Nos’ came up, but you couldn’t hear them clearly as you drowned down the liquid. It tasted like fire down your throat and it almost burned. You stumbled backwards as you tried to recover your footing.

“Really, Y/N? You rather drink up than say something to Cap?” Tony jested. “By the way, you just drank Thor’s special Asgardian liquor by mistake.”

“What?” You let out a loud exclamation and you turned the bottle to see a flask bottle that you recognised to have been Thor’s.

“Oh boy.” A sudden wave of adrenaline surged through you and you had to close your eyes to gain your bearings once more. You opened your eyes to meet Steve’s eyes once more. You did not know what was happening next. The words left your mouth before you could even formulate it in your head.

“I LIKE YOU SO MUCH!” What was going on? You didn’t mean to say this out loud?! Why were you even saying it? You already drank to pass saying the truth. Why couldn’t you control yourself?

“I REALLY REALLY REALLY LIKE YOU, STEVE ROGERS.” You declared your love once more and you were shocked by your boldness. Everyone else was reeling in their seats as they looked at the situation unfolding in front of them. Tony Stark could be seen muffling his laughter at Y/N’s antic while a blonde soldier, who was at the end of the confession remained stiff in expression.

“CAN’T YOU HEAR MY HEART?” Your speech was slurred as you brought your hand to clutch the side of your shirt where your heart was.

“You have super hearing, right? Can’t you hear my heart beating like crazy? Whenever I’m around you, I feel like my heart is going to jump out of my chest because I like you much!” Your mouth continued to blabber, but your mind was reeling. Control yourself Y/N! You willed yourself but you couldn’t. Stupid Asgardian alcohol.

“I can’t hide it anymore. I need to let you know! I need to let the whole word know!” You flailed your hands out in motion. “Do you know how much it hurts to like you and not letting you know? I need to get this off my chest. Right here and right now!” You put a foot up on the table and stretched your hand out to point at Steve Rogers.

“Steve Rogers! Do you want to go out with me?” You asked boldly, not caring a hoot about everyone in the room. Your mind was chastising you for being foolish, but your heart felt fulfilled from doing what it always wanted to do.

There were gasps from people in the room. A series of ‘oh my god’ and suppressed laughter from others. Sam’s jaw looked like it was going to drop to the floor. Tony at this moment couldn’t hold back himself and howled. He needed to take a swig of booze to continue watching this. Bucky looked over to his best pal who looked like he didn’t want to be anywhere else but here.

Both Natasha and Wanda had worried expressions. They were glad you were able to confess but they also knew this was not the way you would want it to go. Vision and Bruce looked like they couldn’t believe what was happening in front of their eyes.

Steve Rogers was at a loss. The last thing he expected was a confession from you. Steve was not sure how to respond. He liked you alright, but he wasn’t sure if he liked you as much as you to him. He always seen you as a friend and teammate.

He remembered how shy you were when first joined. You were wary of everything, and it was normal. He read up on your profile. He was surprised to learn you were under Agent Phil Coulson’s personal tutelage. He knew the man and thought highly of him. Natasha gave in her input, remembering you were a spunky and enthusiastic rookie agent who always seemed to put in her best efforts.

When he realised you had been on the run from HYDRA because of your powers, he knew he had to step in. It was only the right thing to do. When he first saw you, he was taken aback at the girl who covered for him. You didn’t have to. If you did, you exposed yourself to the risk of your location to HYDRA. And when the two of you fought hand in hand, he felt a weird sense of camaraderie he did not expect to find in someone he met for the first time.

He remembered when you accepted his offer, he offered his hand but instead you pulled in for a hug. He was taken aback but gave in when he felt you shaking in his arms. You let out muffled cries and Steve could feel your sense of relief that you didn’t need to hide anymore. You were safe and he would keep you safe.

You opened up to the rest of the team almost instantly, your easy-going nature made everyone comfortable about you. You had an effortless way of getting along with people and you soon became an indispensable part of the team. 

However, Steve started to notice while you were getting closer with everyone, he could feel like you were keeping a distance from him. While you were still friendly with him, he could not help but to feel that you showed hesitance around him.

Sure enough, you always did nice things for him, but Steve could not help but feel you were always guarded around him. You were unafraid to be silly and goofy around the rest of the team, but he could sense you always wanted to present a good image whenever he’s around.

When you were not looking, he could see you making faces to Sam across the room when meetings get boring and draggy. It was one late night, both you and Bucky could not sleep, and you offered to help Bucky with his nightmares when Steve happened to pass by the common kitchen.

The look of excitement when you brought out an entire tea set and assortment of tea selection laid on the table. “You should give up on coffee from now on. Tea is the way to go!” You said in a matter of fact tone. You went on to talk about the benefits of tea and how they helped you especially in the line of work you were all involved in.

You went on to brew actual tea leaves for Bucky, claiming it was even better than putting a sachet in a cup of hot water. Steve couldn’t help but smile at the lengths you went for Bucky. It was nice to see Bucky having another friend aside from himself and occasionally Sam.

Steve didn’t know how long he was staring but he was snapped out of it when Bucky called him out from where he was hiding behind the wall. When your head snapped to see Steve, your carefree smile dropped and became one that was more reserved.

“Uh, hey Steve.” You greeted him. “Tea?” You asked him as you held up the pot. Sure why not, Steve thought.

The three of you began to have a heart to heart late night talk. Your enthusiasm from earlier mellowed but you still talked easily with Bucky and him. Steve noticed your eyes were always looking towards Bucky. Did you like him? Steve saw you throwing glances every now and then, but you kept your eyes on Bucky, as if wanting to avoid having to look at him. You laughed easily at Bucky’s sardonic humour and even rested your head on his arm a couple of times in affection.

You had to like Bucky right? Steve never seen you so close to another guy in the team, except for Tony and Sam whom he knew you had sibling like relationships with. Steve knew it, Bucky always got the girl. 

Even back in the 30s’. Bucky had an effortless charm about him, and even after all he had gone through, he never lost his appeal. Steve knew about the glances that some of the female staff in the compound had whenever Bucky stepped into the room.

Steve suddenly felt like the scrawny kid back in Brooklyn. The one who always gotten put aside. The one who was always forgotten. Even after the serum, Steve felt like this from time to time. Steve did know he had gotten more attractive with his increased height and bigger build, but he couldn’t help to wonder if that was all he had.

He was aware of the looks he received by female staff too in the Avengers compound, but he was also aware that they were attracted to Captain America and not Steve Rogers.

Steve felt like you weren’t like the rest. Sure, you did nice things for him and smiled at him everytime you two met, but Steve felt like you were genuine. Yes, they were more muted than what you did for the rest of the team, but he did felt you were not just fawning over him. You were just nice like that.

He did secretly hoped you could be less guarded around him though. Was he intimidating? Was he not approachable? Steve thought long and hard about this once in a while.

Back to the confession, Steve could not believe what he was hearing. You liked him all this while? It wasn’t Bucky? But how? But why? He thought you liked Bucky for sure! And here you are, declaring your crush for him in front of everyone like it was nothing. Yes, you did drink Thor’s special mead but it was a complete flip of how you usually were around him.

What was he supposed to say? You were drunk. Steve didn’t even know if you were even thinking straight. But your eyes. Your eyes were boring straight to his and he realised this was the longest that you have looked him in the eyes without shying away.

“Come on, Rogers. Don’t leave a girl hanging. Give her an answer.” Tony egged on, the only one amused in this entire situation.

“I-uh…” Steve looked to his best pal and Bucky could only returned a look that said ‘It’s all up to you, punk’.

“Y/N, you are drunk. You should return to your room.” Steve instantly regretted his words when he saw the sullen look on your face. You looked like you were crushed, and he felt horrible.

“I’m not drunk!” You retorted almost defiantly. “I’m wide awake. I’m woke.” You claimed.

“Do you not like me? Am I that unlikable?” You added on in a whimpering tone. You turned to your side and grabbed Bucky by the collar.

“Why? Why does he not like me?” You cried almost like a child who didn’t get she wanted. Bucky decided to intervene and hoist you over his shoulders. “Okay time for you to be in bed.”

“Put me down Bucky! I am perfectly capable of walking. I don’t want my face to meet your ass!” You fought back as you started throwing fists at Bucky’s backside to get him to let you down. You didn’t remember the events of that night after Bucky dropped you on your bed. You did have an inkling memory of Wanda and Natasha helping you get ready for bed.

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Shit, you thought. Every memory came back rushing back to you and you squished your face to the pillow. You didn’t want to face the music. You didn’t even want to step out of your room to face the consequences of your drunkenness. What have you done? Every last possibility of your relationship with Steve had been tossed out the window.

Should you quit? Pack up and run away? You didn’t think you could ever stand to be around him anymore. Your mind then wandered to the pounding headache from the hangover you acquired. You turned your face to the side to see a glass of water and two aspirin pills. You wandered who left them there. Must be either Wanda or Nat.

You took the pills and down them with the glass of water. You sat up to get your bearings and let out a sigh. Woah, you stunk of alcohol. A bath sounded nice at this moment. You dragged yourself with every ounce of energy left in your body and struggled to fill the tub with warm water. You didn’t know how you managed but you went over to your cabinet to grab some relaxing essential oils to be added into your bath.

Yes that bath was helpful indeed. After you rinsed off, you changed into a long-sleeved cropped Henley and loose sweats. You were drying your hair as you mulled over what happened last night.

What were you supposed to do? You could feel the hunger growling in your stomach. You asked Friday for the time and it was well over 2pm. You then asked for the locations of everyone in the team. If you wanted to avoid social interactions, you needed to come up with a plan. Bucky and Sam were training new recruits. Nat, Wanda and Vision were out while Tony ad Bruce were in the lab. Steve was in his office.

That sounded good, you could sneak into the kitchen, make a sandwich or something and get the hell out in 10 minutes tops. As quickly as you could, you made sure to make a sound even while sprinting to the kitchen. When you assessed that the coast was clear, you quickly opened the fridge and cabinets to take out what you want.

You messily put a sandwich together and even grabbed an instant ramen bowl. You placed everything on a tray and quickly returned to your room. You wolfed down on the sustenance as if you didn’t eat for days. The soup from the ramen cured was a warm welcome for your stomach. You placed your tray aside and lay on your bed. What next?

You walked over to the toilet to relieve yourself once more when you suddenly felt the ground shaking. You shot up in surprise and quickly cleaned up.

“Friday, what happened?” You asked worriedly.

“There has been an explosion down in lab beside the garage.” Friday answered immediately.

“Are Tony and Bruce okay?” You asked after the Science bros.

“Yes, their vitals show no danger. However, Captain Rogers was also present when the explosion occurred.” Steve was there too?

“I cannot detect his-” Friday spoke once more, but you didn’t hear the end of it as your door flew open and you raced down to the lab.

Tony and Bruce came into view as they stood around the weird panels in the lab. There was a faint smoke in the air.

“Woah what happened?” You could hear Sam’s voice behind you, and you turned to see Bucky present too. The three of you walked over to the scene hurriedly to examine what happened.

“Where’s Steve? I heard he was also-” Your sentence was interrupted by a coughing. The voice sounded familiar, but something was different. The smoke cleared to reveal….

“Yo Steve, what happened?!” Sam exclaimed at the sight standing in front of him. All eyes turned to see Steve Rogers only much much older in physical appearance. It would match with his actual age but you couldn’t believe your eyes.

The Steve in front of you looked shocked at the sight of everyone. He also had a look of longing like he had not seen everyone in a long time.

“Shit, we made Cap old!” Tony gasped aloud.

“Steve, you there?” Bucky stepped forward to place his hands on the shoulder of his old friend. Your attention was brought to the height difference. Steve was no longer the same height range as Bucky. He in fact, looked smaller. His grey hair was combed neatly and you could see the wrinkles adorned on his face. His blue eyes were still sparkling, you thought. Steve was dressed warmly in several layers on top and he turned his head slowly to take in his surroundings.

His eyes landed on you and started to panic. Last night’s events came rushing back to you and you then realised you didn’t want to face him. You turned your heels to leave immediately but you were stopped in your tracks.

“Wait, Y/N. Please don’t go.” The voice that came out of him sounded so frail that to didn’t had the heart to continue walking.

Your body turned back to face future Steve and he was slowly making his way to you. As you got closer, you realised the two of you were almost of the same height. Future Steve went in for a hug without any other words. Though he was much smaller, his hug was still firm. Your eyes widened at his actions and you awkwardly returned it with your arms wrapped under his arms.

“It’s so good to see you again. I missed you so much.” Future Steve muttered as he leaned his face into the crook of your neck. His voice shook almost like he was holding back tears.

“Again? What do you mean again?” Bruce took the words right out of your mouth. Steve reluctantly let go of you and turned to face the rest of the people in the room.

“What year is this?” Future Steve asked. Bruce gave the answer to which future Steve let out a short laugh.

“That long, huh. 50 years I see.” He spoke once more.

“50 years? Wait a minute, are you from the future?” Sam asked incredulously. Future Steve didn’t gave an answer but the silence that followed confirmed our suspicions.

“So if Cap here is from 50 years into the future, where does leave the Cap in our timeline?” Tony inquired. Old Steve gave a shrug.

“You always make the impossible seem possible, Tony.”

“Perhaps, they switched places.” Bruce deduced. He then went on rambling how Tony and himself were experimenting with the idea of time travel and different universe. The original Steve was walking in to talk to Tony when the blast had happened and he got caught in it, which all led to the current situation.

“Can we get him back?” Bucky spoke up, looking over to long-time friend.

“We can try but we will need time to work out the mechanics and see when we have gone wrong. We cannot guarantee how long it would take.” Bruce answered.

“Friday, you got all of this on tape right? I cannot wait to show out Cap this footage when he gets back.” Tony jested and you turned to him with an annoyed expression.

“This is serious Tony. You better fix this!”

“Geez kid, cut me some slack.” He rolled his eyes. “So what are we going to do with this Cap?” He pointed over to the future Steve standing beside me.

“We can take him back to the common room, let him get comfortable while you fix your machine. Best to not let anyone else know about this outside of our circle.” Bucky remarked before gesturing for Steve to follow him. Sam was still reeling in surprise as he assessed future Steve.

You stood rooted to the ground, unsure what to do. Should you follow Sam and Bucky with future Steve? You were still haunted by what happened last night. Well this Steve didn’t know what happened, but you couldn’t help but to feel embarrassed still.

“Y/N, are you coming?” Bucky offered you to join. You were about to reject his offer, make up an excuse to go back to your room when someone grabbed hold of your hand.

You looked to see future Steve holding your hand gently with his wrinkled hands. You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks and ears. He was gazing into your eyes with a shy smile.

“Walk with me?” He asked and you swore you wanted to melt into a puddle.

“Me?” You were sure you looked confused at the transition of what was happening. Future Steve chuckled and continued walking on, pulling you with him. Bucky who witnessed this smiled to himself and Sam continued to look baffled at everything.

His hand felt warm and soft, you thought. Unconsciously, your other hand went to hold his arm. You were shy to meet future Steve’s gaze especially since you were now the same height as him. It was much more intense than looking at him now. 

All of you walked silently to the common room. Everyone sat around the dining table, you offered to make coffee but future Steve held onto your hand as you stood up to walk over to the pantry.

“I would like some tea, if you don’t mind. The one with actual leaves and not just the tea bag.” His face crinkled as he smiled at you.

“Uh sure- you two want some coffee?” You turned to the other two soldiers. The two went along with Steve’s request for tea and you went to find the tea set stored in the cabinet.

You placed the tea set in the centre of the table. It was a clay tea set that was gifted to you by your Bucky as your Secret Santa last Christmas. Nat and Wanda gave their input on the design. 

You got the boiled water ready to rinse the teapot and cups. Following this you started to brew the tea as you added the tea leaves into the pot and added the hot water. You rinsed the first batch of brewed tea once before making the second batch that was prepared for drinking.

You were honestly nervous even though you done this hundreds of times. Somehow having future Steve watching over you made you wary of your movements. There was a good few minutes of silence before you poured the tea into the small teacups and offering it to everyone. Future Steve appreciated the teacup in his hands before blowing on it and taking a sip.

“Y/N, it always tastes the best when you made it.” Future Steve turned to me again with a sweet smile. Shit, Steve was still adorable even beyond his years. Calm down your heart, Y/N!

“So Cap, what’s life like 50 years down the road?” Sam decided to break the ice. Future Steve laughed at his bluntness before answering. It felt like nothing changed. Even while this Steve has aged, the three soldiers fell back into easy conversation.

Sam was curious about himself and tried to pry information out of future Steve. Future Steve warned that knowing the future may not be a good idea. He did throw in several teasing remarks that Sam and Bucky will continue to argue in their old age in front of their grandchildren.

Bucky was surprised that he would even have his own family in the future. He was about to ask Steve about his own when Bucky’s eyes wandered to Steve’s left hand, a silver band resting on one of his fingers.

“Guess we’re not the only ones who had our own families.” Bucky remarked smugly as he nodded his head to future Steve’s wedding band. Future Steve thumbed over his wedding band before sneaking a glance over to you.

“Well, uh-yes I did. But-” The idea of Steve married was not impossible, I mean after all he was such a great catch. You were pretty sure Steve finally gotten a nice girl to settle down with. The gnawing feeling in your chest returned. Damn, this hurts more than you thought. You just wished Steve had a happy and fulfilling life.

You stood up abruptly from your seat, almost seething with jealousy. You couldn’t help it. The feelings from yesterday were still raw and you couldn’t handle the truth if future Steve were to talk about his happy married life.

Your abrupt action caused the chair to screech as it was pushed back. You felt the eyes of all three soldiers on you and you hasten to collect the tea set to mask your reaction. You hurriedly walked over to the sink to wash your tea set, leaving it to air dry.

“I’m going off for a walk. See you boys later.” You quickly waved off before you transitioned to a brisk walk to the elevator. When you exit one of the doors of the compound, you headed straight for the clearing near the lake. It was your secret spot that you had claimed as your own. You always came here when your mind and heart were heavy.

You had a bench secretly installed so that you could sit there and gaze into the sunset on occasions. You remembered ordering it on Tony’s card and had to bring it out to the clearing when everyone was still asleep in the early morning, You laughed silently at your own antics.

You laid on your side on the bench, propping your head up with your arms and you dazed off into the lake in front of you. You didn’t know how long you were lying down but you wished you had brought your phone and earpiece to pass the time.

“I guess even the serum cannot help me at this age. Way to make an old man come after you, Y/N.” Your ears perked up at his voice and in a moment of surprise, rolled forward and off the bench.

“What the fu-” You exclaimed when your body hit the ground.

“Language. Although, many reminders wouldn’t have stopped you anyway.” You couldn’t believe who had followed you to your secret spot. Moreover, how did he know? Even Friday didn’t know! Or did she?

“Steve? What are you doing here?” You asked in a panic as you gathered yourself, brushing the dirt off your knees and elbows.

“Are you alright? That was not a pretty fall.” Future Steve now stood in front of you, his eyes were worried and concerned. His hands reached out to examine the extent of your injuries and was relieved to know that they were nothing major.

“How did you know I will be here? Nobody knows about this spot except for me.” You said.

“Well doll, you were not that subtle moving the bench across the hallway at 5am. Besides, I was already awake at that time” He spoke in a fond tone as he recalled the memory. “Curiosity got the better of me and I decided to follow the girl who was carrying a bench larger than herself.”

You cringed at the exposure of your secret and grimaced at how foolish you must have been in Steve’s eyes.

“I won’t blame you for keeping this place a secret. It is beautiful.” Future Steve spoke with a lingering gaze towards the lake and the surrounding flora. He then gestured for you to sit beside him and you reluctantly did, unsure of what to do either. You made sure that there was a gap between the two of you. You looked anywhere else except for him and didn’t what to say in the following silence.

“What would it take for you to look at me? Am I that unlikeable in your eyes?” Future Steve first broke the silence.

“No, I would never!” You immediately countered. You were shocked at how loud you were and reminded yourself to calm the f down. “I mean who would not like you?!” You gestured dramatically as your hands moved up and down at him. Steve inched closer to you and placed his hands over yours where were resting on your lap.

“I am glad to hear that, Y/N.” You looked into his eyes and had to avert them immediately before you feel like your heart would explode. You looked down to see his wedding band in your lap and you were reminded once more of what made you came out to the lake in the first place.

“Hopefully, Tony and Bruce can come up with a way to get you back to your time. I’m sure you’re missing your family.” You said to future Steve to which he shook his head.

“Not really actually. It’s nice to see all of you young again, reminds me of the good times where we were all together. I lost some people in my time and am glad to see them once again.”

“Oh, did we not all live to an old age like you?” Future Steve’s jaw clenched at your remark and you immediately realised you hit a nerve. “I’m so sorry-” You started apologising before future Steve waved you off, reassuring that it was fine. You could feel the grip of his hands tightened around yours.

“You must have been shocked to see me like this.” Future Steve looked over at himself.

“Shock would not have been the word, surprised was more accurate.” I corrected him.

“Still, you couldn’t have believed that the big and strong Captain America actually looked like this in his old age, right? The serum’s effects waned as I got older in age. I still am strong for someone my age, but my physique reverted back to my pre-serum days.” Future Steve said despondently.

“Hey, don’t say! Who cares about Captain America?” You retorted at his words. “All I see is adorable grandpa Steve Rogers. You’re way cuter like this!” You even emphasized your point when you grabbed his arm and laid your head on his shoulders. If it was the current Steve, you wouldn’t have dared to do any of this. But this Steve right here surprisingly made you feel comfortable around him.

You were still nervous knowing that he was still Steve, but somehow future Steve looked less intimidating.

“You’re still the same as ever. I missed you so much.” Future Steve brought your hands up to lips for a kiss. Now this shocked you as you couldn’t help but feel that this gesture meant more. You quickly withdrew your hands and saw the crestfallen look on his face.

“Look, Steve. I really appreciate you, but I don’t think this is appropriate.” The expression on his face told you he was hurt by your words. “You’re married, Steve.” You pointed to his wedding band.

Future Steve looked down to his wedding band and then his eyes went back to you. A ghost of a smile formed on his face and he shook his head. “I’m sorry if I came off weird. It’s just been such a long time since I saw you- I mean the younger version of you. My emotions took over, I apologise.”

“No-no don’t be sorry. I understand, sort of.” You rubbed the back of your ned in awkwardness. After a while, the two of you decided to head back to the compound. Future Steve offered you his arm and you took it as the both of you enjoyed the walk back in comfortable silence.

“Hey old man, Bruce and I might have figured it out. I think we can send you back.” You and future Steve looked at each other, both sending unwilling looks as if your time together was too short.

“I guess this is goodbye.” You said in a disappointed tone.

“It’s alright, love. I promise we will see each other again.” Future Steve cradled your face with one of his hands. You wondered what he meant, and did he just called you love?!

Future Steve went over to say goodbye to Bucky and Sam, giving each other hugs and claps on the back. Future Steve gave a small salute to Tony and Bruce to which they returned with a nod. He walked over to a raised platform and shifted in his feet to get comfortable. He looked over you once more.

You didn’t know why but you started to have tears forming in your eyes. You hesitantly raise your hands to give a weak wave. Future Steve smiled fondly and returned the gesture. He started to mouth words in your direction but before you could figure out what you wanted to say, a blinding light took over.

You shield your eyes from the light and turned sideways as you felt a rush of smoke and wind. You blinked your eyes repeatedly as you take in the sight before you. Gone was future Steve and…..

“Welcome back Cap!” Sam exclaimed excitedly at seeing his friend again.

“Quick question, Rogers. Where were you?” Tony chimed in as he walked over to Steve. “We met an older version of you 50 years down the road.” Tony replied and he waved up a screen to show a photo of future Steve in the garage with everyone.

“Oh I was somewhere, but it didn’t look like it was far off from this era. Everything looked the same. I wasn’t sure where I was until I saw a date somewhere.” Steve seemed like he was trying to phrase his response carefully and he looked back at Tony.

His eyes then swerved over to where Bucky, Sam and you were standing. He started striding forward and you were sure he was going over to Bucky and Sam. Your feet decided to shuffle backwards once you recalled what happened between you and this version of Steve just yesterday. You made to turn back when you felt yourself being pulled back into an embrace.

You were pushed against a solid mass of muscle; you didn’t need to look up because you knew who it was. Steve wrapped his arms tightly around you, seeming to not let you go anytime soon.

“Stefve-” Your voice was muffled against his shirt. You weren’t sure where to place your hands and you were sure it could have felt your heart being wildly against his own chest. Steve placed his head in the crook of your neck and took in a deep breath before sighing. Talk about déjà vu.

You looked over to see the rest of the guys in the garage staring on with bambi eyes. You gestured a wave towards Bucky, signalling for help. You weren’t ready for this Steve at all!

“What’s with the Capsicles hugging Y/N today?” Tony quipped from the side.

You didn’t know how long it was but knew it was long enough for a hug to turn awkward. You tried to place your hands between Steve and yourself to create distance.

“Steve, what’s wrong?” Your voice came out squeaky as you willed yourself to look into his eyes. You were surprised to see Steve’s eyes looking red and puffy as if he had been previously crying.

“Stay with me, Y/N. Just a little while longer.” He answered and how could you say no. You obliged and eventually wrapped your arms around him, returning his hug. The rest of the guys were befuddled at what was going on but decided to let the two of you have your moment.

You could hear Sam making a comment as he walked off. “Geez what a weird day and I haven’t even had a drink yet.” Bucky scoffed and proceeded to smack his head before walking forward. 

Your eyes followed him and when he caught your stare, he winked before walking off. Your brows knitted at his previous actions but then you realised you had something more important to attend to. You still had a blonde super soldier clinging on to you like a koala.

“Alright, Steve. That’s enough of a hug. This is getting weird.” Upon your words, Steve finally released you but still held onto your arms.

“About yesterday, Y/N, I-” Steve started speaking and our eyes widened in anticipation of his following words. You don’t think you could bear to hear it. You cupped your ears and immediately ran off, making gibberish noise to tune him out.

“Wait, Y/N! Please listen to what I have to say!” Steve started chasing after you. He chased after you for a good several minutes out to the compound grounds. He knew where you were heading, you didn’t know why your feet decided to bring you there but you guessed that if any form of rejection is happening, you want it away from the eyes from anyone in the compound.

“Y/N Y/L/N! Stop it right there!” You halted in your tracks.

You turned back to see Steve Rogers with both hands on his hips. You felt like child being reprimanded by a parent. “Way to make an old man chase after you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

“You’re not that old.” You quipped back at his words.

“I’m well over 100, doll.” Steve reminded you as he laughed.

“You don’t need to run away from me, Y/N. What I’m about to say, well I-” Steve started stuttering and you could see him slightly nervous.

“What is it?” You tried to encourage him. Steve’s eyes started to turn red and he was looking at the ground.

“I like you too. I really like you Y/N.” Steve finally mustered the courage to let the words out of his mouth.

“Be my girl, please? I promise to love you and protect you always.” He added on. You felt your jaw dropped at what you were hearing. No way! Did Steve return your feelings? But how? But why?

“But yesterday, the party, you didn’t, I was drunk-” Your sentences weren’t making sense, but Steve knew what you meant.

“I know and I was honestly taken aback by your confession, doll. But I did some thinking and I realised that I feel the same too. I never realised how much I did until I lost you doll.” Steve’s long legs brought him closer to and he cradled your face with both his hands.

“You didn’t lose me, what are you talking about?” His words were puzzling, what did he meant by lose? How could it even be possible? You were right here all this time.

“I just- I don’t want to let you go ever. Please stay by my side.” Steve’s words only served to confuse you further, but you couldn’t bother to think about it in greater depth. You wanted Steve and he wanted you too. You nodded. “Always.”

Steve grinned a toothy wide smile before leaning in for a kiss. You two poured all your emotions into the kiss and it made your hearts soar. When you both finally pulled apart for a breather, Steve spoke. “I can’t wait for our future together.”

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50 years into the future

Steve landed on a grassy patch from the combustion of Tony and Bruce’s machine. He looked over to assess his surroundings and realised that he was not in the compounds anymore.

Steve then realised he was at a cemetery and there was a bouquet of flowers that laid on the ground beside his feet. He picked up the bouquet with lavender wrapping paper and turned to examine it further.

He then looked down again, this time to a gravestone standing just a few feet away from him.

Y/N ROGERS

A DEAR WIFE.

A LOYAL FRIEND.

A FIERCE FIGHTER

1988- 2030

The words Steve read before him hit him harder than a train wreck. How could this be possible? 2030? This means that Y/N only lived till a young age of 42. That was earlier than expected. Why was his heart aching in pain?

The tears started streaming down his face before he could even comprehend them. Steve dropped to his knees in front of the gravestone and hunched over with the bouquet gripped tightly in his hands.

“Y/N…” He whispered. “I swear I will change this future.”

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[tetrakys]

(1) I LOVE YOUR MINI FANFIC!!!!! I never knew I need read a fanfic about one night stand between Candy and Ethan(Maybe a threesome with Beliath too? 👀) until today. You are such talented writer ❤ Do you how MUCH I ADMIRE YOU???? Q///Q Your fic was amazing but let me so thirsty. Praying for some caritative soul will write a fic about it.

Anon you must know I’m susceptible to compliments! ❤❤❤ thank you!

You said such nice words about such a small drabble it took me literally five minutes to write, that I had to continue it for you. Hope you like it.

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I stormed back in the Moondance after my confrontation with Kentin.

Was it really over between us? I couldn’t believe it, after all we’d been through… But I was tired of being sidelined whenever Evan was around, and his words… I’d never seen him so cold towards me.

I felt goosebumps on my skin just remembering his irate look. I didn’t want to feel like this anymore, I needed a lifeline. I needed distraction.

“Are you sure I can’t offer you anything to drink?” a soothing voice said to my ear, and I turned around to find the guy from before. The really handsome one, with icy blue eyes that seemed to look deep into my soul.

“Just a drink” he added raising his arms in a seemingly innocent gesture that did nothing to hide his cocky, crooked smile.

“I bet I can make you forget whatever it is that’s making that pretty face of yours look so somber right now. Believe me, I can be really entertaining when I want to.”

I looked at him for a few moments, there was something in those eyes…  fascinating. Picking my phone, I sent a quick text to my friends saying I wouldn’t be coming home with them.

“One drink. Sure, why not?”

Then followed him to the bar.

 —

The low, dark beat vibrated through me as I moved my body slowly against his. His hands on my hips, my back against his front, he hugged me from behind, his lips lightly drawing a path from my shoulder to my ear.

His featherlike touch was almost too much of a tease and I raised one arm behind me, my fingers in his soft hair, pushing his head closer, wanting to feel more.

A low chuckle came from him, “maybe we could move this to a more private place? I have a room upstairs…”

This gave me pause. Was I really that pissed I’d been dumped that I was going sleep with a stranger? Albeit a really hot one that, from the way he moved his body and mine on the dancefloor, I bet knew exactly what to do with both in other circumstances.

“I don’t even know who you are,” I replied unsure.

“And…? It’s not like you want to. From what you said at the bar, you’re in love with someone. I’m not suggesting anything serious. You could use the distraction, and girl… I’m the perfect kind of distraction around here.”

I was so damn tempted, even with my eyes closed, his breath on my skin was giving me goosebumps and the touch of his hands was burning through my dress. But most of all, feeling his strong body behind me, enveloping me. I wanted him to devour me.

For one blessed night I didn’t want to be myself. But was it worth it? The consequences…

“If you’re worried of regretting it in the morning, I can promise you, you will spend the best night of your life and not remember one thing.”

“I’m not that drunk.”

“It’s not alcohol, nor drugs, I promise you. Let’s just say I’m a very persuasive person.”

I turned around, finally looking at him, sceptically.

“What, you’re going to hypnotise me or something?”

“Or something, yes.” He replied in his crooked smile.

This guy was crazy, but you know what? So was I. No good girl Candy, tonight I wanted to be reckless.

“Lead the way.”

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“What a pretty sound,” he purred while holding my wrists above my head, a nipple between his lips, “let me hear it again.”

I was lying on the bed, in a room just above the Moondance, naked and shivering, but not because I felt cold. He was still completely dressed, even wearing his jacket and gloves. I wanted to feel his sculpted chest and his muscular arms directly with my fingertips, but this somehow made it more… impersonal? Which was good with me. And, I had to admit, also kinda kinky.

His tongue swiped again on my nipple, sucking and biting. He was a little more aggressive than expected, but I liked it, this mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Mmm… fuck you’re wet.” He said moaning approvingly.

“How would you even know?” what an arrogant prick.

“I can smell it, sweetheart,” he replied cocky and I felt myself blush all over. “You’re dying for it, and who am I to deny such a lovely lady.”

Without stopping his exploration of my chest, he pinned my wrists with one hand and moved the other to my thigh, raising it to hook my leg around his hips. A moment later I felt something slipping between my folds. Something smooth and impossibly large and I tensed immediately.

“Ouch… ow…”

“Fuck!” he stopped mid-movement. “You are… you didn’t tell me you are…”

“What?” I asked irritated, it wasn’t his business if I was a virgin. I could do whatever I wanted with my body, if the guy I loved didn’t want anything to do with me, I was free to have sex with a random guy picked up in a club.

“Don’t tell me it matters to you. Go on, I don’t care.”

My own words stirred something in me. I didn’t care, right? He’d made his choice when he’d left me on the sidewalk like yesterday’s trash, and now I’d made mine. It was fine.

The boy… Ethan was his name? Looked conflicted. He stared for a moment at the spot where our two bodies joined, and I could tell he was one second away from one final push, ready to sheathe himself completely inside me.

“Damn it.”

Closing his eyes, like to conjure strength and patience, he stepped away, freeing my wrists and letting my leg fall back onto the bed.

“W-what…?”

“It doesn’t matter to me, but it does to you.” He raised his lather clad hand to wipe at a tear on my cheek that I had no idea had been there in the first place. “I am many bad things, and opportunist is one these, but only when the girl really wants it.”

Was… was that relief that I was feeling? He’d come so close, I could feel a tiny rivulet of blood between my thighs. Just a tiny bit.

“Thank you…” I whispered, letting my head fall back to the pillow. “You’re a good guy,” I added closing my eyes.

“Mmm…” he said pensive, distracted. I opened my eyes to see him staring hungrily between my legs.

“Not really, I’m not.” He grabbed my thighs again, “I think I should make you feel good anyway. That’s why you came here in the first place, afterall.”

“You mean…”

Before I could add another word, he kneeled and buried his head between my thighs. At the first swept of his tongue between my folds, I grabbed the sheets of the bed and arched my back in pleasure. He moaned appreciatively, lapping at me with so much thirst, like a starved man.

Fuck, he was good. While he was sucking and licking from my entrance to my clit over and over again, my head was completely void of any thought but for the pleasure he was giving me. The moment I was sure I couldn’t take it any longer, his lips shifted to my inner thigh and a piercing sensation, like of something sharp sinking into my flesh, sent me off the cliff.

It was… I had no word to describe what it felt like. The first small moment of pain gave space to such pure bliss, like I’d never experienced before. I could only feel his lips against my skin and his strong hold of my thigh and hips, and him sucking, deeper and deeper, as if he wanted to consume me whole. As if a part of me was permanently leaving me to become his.

A warmth spread through my body and I cried out in surprise and delight as newer waves of pleasure ran through me one after the other.

It could have lasted a minute, or an hour or a lifetime, but when he was done, he crawled over my spent body, something red at the corner of his lips.

“You taste like honey, sweetheart.” Leaving a small kiss on my cheek, he added, “Thank you.”

The last thing I saw, were his striking blue eyes, as he whispered to me words that I couldn’t understand.

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I jumped into my bed, startled.

My heart beating crazy, I looked around my room. It was dark, still the middle of the night, I hastily grabbed my phone and saw it was 4:30 am.

What had just happened? Was that a dream…?

I looked down at my body. I was wearing my pyjama.

I didn’t remember coming back home from the club. What I did remember was the discussion with Kentin, and my heart sunk at the thought. But then… there had been a boy, hadn’t it? A few drinks, a dance and… I had no idea. What a strange dream, but a pleasing sensation ran through my body, as if I was feeling lighter, stronger, ready to deal with everything. As if I’d had a really encouraging pep talk that had chased away my despair and made me see reason, ready to conquer the world.

I lay again in bed and closed my eyes, ready to sleep away the rest of the night.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow I would fight again and make him see reason.

It wasn’t over. It would never be over.

[peachblossomss]

Hearth— a Naruto fanfic

Link to FF.net:

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13035782/1/Hearth

Post-war SasuSaku /short story/ a way to get me back into writing

I don't own Naruto

rated M most likely

One- Introduction

Saku

"Sasuke...?!"

"Sakura. I need a place to stay." was certainly not what I expected Sasuke Uchiha to say when I opened the door this bright, Sunday morning. Alas, he surprised me. Sasuke Uchiha, at my door...after all this time? I couldn't breathe. My voice didn't work properly, and I couldn't help but get ensnared by the way the sun illuminated him, almost like he was a saint. As if. His surprisingly timid, yet annoyed voice snapped me out of my trance. In flesh and blood, standing on my front steps, was Sasuke Uchiha- and he had something to ask me. "Sakura…? I need a place to stay. Can I stay here? Naruto mentioned once that you have an extra room for guests…" Sasuke trailed off, sounding unsure and with a slight blush darkening his cheeks. There was no way he could avoid the look of disbelief on my face. What. The. Fuck. What I thought would be a calm, semi-lazy (as I had training and a lunch date with Naruto in the afternoon) Sunday, was certainly going to be a bit more...interesting.

"Hello to you too, Sasuke. I've been fine! Thank you so much for asking." I snapped. He had been gone for months on his journey. Granted, it was his journey of redemption, which I completely 100% understand his need to go on. My only issue is that he never sent me a message. Not once. And he has the NERVE to show up on my doorstep at 8am on a Sunday, the ONLY Sunday I have off from work this month? The only Sunday I can sleep in on. "I mean, you've been gone for what, 5 months without contacting me, and show up on my doorstep asking for a place to crash?! Why don't you go stay with Naruto, or Kakashi even? You clearly kept in contact with them more than me, despite...despite…"/Before he left on his journey the two grew close to one another. He would randomly pick her up from her graveyard shifts at the hospital, or he would show up unannounced at her small and homey apartment with her favorite foods, somehow knowing when she'd have had a bad day. Sasuke admitted that she is his most precious person. They spent the night before he left together. Not sexually, though. They stayed up late- laughing, crying (mostly only Sakura, but Sasuke let tears form in his eyes, and that was him crying in her book), and talking about everything and nothing... soaking each other in, almost like they were lovers and best friends. Sakura had known something was going to change./ I couldn't say it. I didn't want to throw his uncharacteristic vulnerability back in his face, months after the fact.

"Despite what, Sakura? Do you care to elaborate?" he asked sharply, that earlier apprehensiveness and embarrassment long gone.

"Well, despite the fact that we uh, you know, spentalotoftimetogetheranditmeantalot to me…" I whispered embarrassedly. I could feel the blush heating my cheeks. I couldn't look him in the eyes. Although I am usually extremely open with my feelings, I've learned it's best to keep my love for Sasuke to myself. He never was quite comfortable with my outright confessions.

/Sakura would keep her deep love for Sasuke hidden, as to not scare him away. She knew he had to atone for his sins, make his path pure once again, and also keep his precious people and all of Konoha safe. She knew she would be nothing more than a friend. She was simply one of his only family members, just like Naruto, Kakashi, and even Sai. She would support him on his voyage of redemption./

"Sakura," He sighed, running his hand down his face, covering a slight smirk "I only sent Kakashi messages, Naruto somehow coaxed Kakashi into telling him my whereabouts, I assume he used the Icha Icha books as leverage...although the dobe isn't that cunning alone...anyway, he sent me letters. Kakashi doesn't even know I'm home yet."

Without listening, I protested. "You knew where I liv-" I stopped short. Home...he said he's home. He said he's home and I'm the first person he's seen. Out of everyone, even our Hokage and former Sensei, Kakashi. I tried to fight the shy smile that was threatening to dissipate my angry demeanor. After months of being away, my house is the first place he's visited. I know I'm reading into things, since he appears in need of a shower or two, a hot meal, and a good nights sleep on a cozy bed. He knows I have it all on hand. He also knows I would never turn him down. It doesn't matter, though. He's using me, and I'll let him, as long as I get to spend time with him. It's worth it, and it always is. Anyway, he is my teammate, and that’s what friends are for, right? To help one another in times of need. I sighed, rolling my eyes. "You can stay, I guess. Let me show you to your room."

Sasu

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, what am I doing? It was too late to back out, I already knocked on her door. Fuck. She's home, and she's going to answer the door. It's been 156 days since I left Konoha. 156 days since I've seen her weightless pink hair and her kind, yet determined green eyes. 156 days since I've used an actual shower...fuck me. It has also been 156 days since I left Sakura at the gates to Konoha with a poke on her forehead and a promise. A promise I have no clue how to keep. A promise i will try to keep. I need to make everything right. /Sasuke left her with a promise. He said he'd be back, and next time he left, she would leave with him. She asked if she could come with, she wanted to be there for him, frustratingly enough, she somehow knew he needed assurance that he never had to be alone again. He declined her, saying his sins had nothing to do with her...at this time. Afterall, he did try to kill her./ First, though, I need a goddamn shower, and I need to see her. Why do I need to see her? Why is it that this annoyingly stubborn, smart, brave, eternally kind, girl, no...woman, is constantly on my mind? I can't stop pacing the porch as I wait for her to answer the door. What is taking so long? I knocked a whole 46 seconds ago, a kunoichi should be to the door within 20 seconds, 35 if she is sleeping. Maybe she IS sleeping…

"Sasuke…?!"

"Sakura.” I let out a breath I wasn’t even aware I was holding. “I need a place to stay."

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AN:

Hello all! It’s me, Peach! Sorry I’ve been gone for so long, I’m kinda a lazy p.o.s sometimes. I’ve been having major writers block. This lol story is a way to get my creative juices flowing..I have no outline or anything, so this story is just coming out as I come up with it. I don’t have a beta or anyone to read over my work, so I’m sorry if it’s confusing. Don’t worry! There will be more of Sasukes views in the upcoming chapters. ;) please review!

As always, much love!!

-peach

[richiefuckfacetozier]

🌈 (Bri, reddieforlove if you’re still doing these)

BRI!!!!!!!!!!!! My queen whose writing I worship. If someone were to ask who my favorite reddie writer is, it would be YOU. Afterall, my favorite fanfic is the Pornstar AU. I love that you crank out so much content for this fandom. You write through criticism and praise, which I admire. You check on me when I say I am having a bad day even if you have your own stuff going on. I was saying the other day how you really understand Richie and Eddie so purely, which is the highest compliment I can give to anyone honestly. You are so strong, smart, and brilliant. We better meet in August when I am in your neck of the woods!