#i’m gonna meet someone teve

[cablestatic1184]

[ID: a drawing of two characters, the first is wearing a black leather jacket, a TV helmet, red headphones, black gloves, one bracelet with spikes, and a star necklace, the other has fox ears, fox paws, long blond hair, a grey hoodie, white glasses, acne and a star necklace. The first clasps their hands together cartoonily with the text “I’m a freak” with the last word in cursive. The second presses their paws together with a distressed look on their face with the words “I’m a freak” above them, with the last word in all caps. End ID]

from the meme under the cut, like my goobers :3 - algae

[cablestatic1184]

taller f/o picking you up like a concrete bag

taller f/o picking you up by the scruff of your neck

taller f/o picking you up by one foot and dangling you like a toy

taller f/o-

Imagine….. Taller f/o tossing you over their shoulder…..

[steveusesfaberge]

Better Parent (pt.iii)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Summary: Kicked out of the house by their own kids...they take to the streets on this cool summer’s night. Steve ends up taking Y/N to a quiet little spot...finally taking a word from the boys’ books and just...telling her. Even after everything, Steve obviously still thinks he’s the better parent...but...he’s had the sudden idea that...it doesn’t matter...

Type/Style: Imagine, female pronouns

Warning(s): Fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff~, dorky Steve, heed all warnings… Oh, and a bit of cursing! >.<

Word Count: +4,050

a/n: This is part 3 of Better Parent! I loveddd writing this so, I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do! I’m just jamming to some feel-good music...and this fluffy rollercoaster came to be...I hope it’s okay!

Really all the support though for this mini-series...you’ve floored me...two days...and...I know it may not be much, but seeing so many people appreciate what I’m doing, even if it’s just one or two...I’m satisfied. So...thank you all <3 :)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 (you are here)

Please send requests! I’m excited to write for you all! <3

━━━━━━༻❁༺━━━━━━

(not my gif :))

Being locked out of the house wasn’t fun. Being locked out of the house by your own damn children...that’s betrayal at it’s finest. Steve understood this was their way of...helping him out...but...he didn’t even have his car keys, let alone his wallet (and he was sure Dustin had punched him in the gut on the way out). What was he supposed to do? He racked his brain for anything - anything at all!

Walking distance...no money required...perfect for a nice talk...Got it.

“Where are you taking me, Harrington?” She asked him with a voice laced in curiosity. It was quite late; not many house lights were on and the only light so far, were the scattered streetlamps. It didn’t help that there weren’t many places open. 

The Nightly Double was even closed - which was the only movie house that played two movies a night. Steve had taken the kids there a few times, and of course, he’d ask Y/N too - how could she refuse him when he flashed such a charming smile anyway? They’d seen Back to the Future, (rewinds of) Ghostbusters, and one of Steve’s personal favorites - The Goonies, as their adventures reminded him of his troublesome party of six...

“Why do you sound so nervous, Y/N/N? You trust me don’t you?” he chuckled while they walked along the barren sidewalks, her arm looped in his, though he gave her directions as they went. It was quiet; their relaxed talking the only noise filling the silence in the crisp summer night. The stars were twinkling above and it only added to the ambiance.

“Is there a reason I shouldn’t?” She hummed while quirking a brow.

He offered her a soft smile, the wild beating that made up his heart seeming even more erratic in her presence. He blamed the lack of oxygen to his lungs - though it wasn’t his fault Y/N’s proximity had his head spin and simple body functions such as breathing, blinking, and talking shut down completely. He couldn’t help it if she were simply...herself.

“No,” he breathed while watching the ground pass by as they walked on into the night,” You can trust me.”

Have you ever fallen in love, Steve? He remembered her asking him that once. A night much like this - except, there hadn’t been the worry of being locked out of the Wheeler’s house without any of your belongings on a crisp summer night...

Steve had never really thought about it...love. As far as he knew, love wasn’t real if it shattered you before you got the chance to embrace it. I...I dunno. I’ve tried to love - but I don’t know...if it was...love. He admitted, after helping Dustin with Dart...and fighting off demodogs with his sister - his relationship with the Hendersons only grew. It allowed him to answer Y/N that night so...honestly.

It was a nice way of realizing that Wheeler hadn’t loved him back like he wanted her to. He’d had the thought that maybe it wasn’t her he loved and missed, but he missed love itself. The feeling of adoration and understanding - sharing compassion and a heart with someone - the ultimate form of trust. He hadn’t loved Nancy...he loved the idea of loving someone - well...it only could last for so long he supposed. Because he knew deep down she’d never really love him the way he craved (he’d have been an idiot not to see the way she glanced at Byers). You tried to love? What...what happened? Her voice had been so delicate, so endearing - as if Y/N already felt his pain without even knowing the story.

I guess, I realized...I was trying too hard, I think... Maybe I wasn’t trying enough, y’know? It...just didn’t work out, and who was I to try and...keep broken glass together? He couldn’t explain it - but that night, as he listened and exchanged mind and heart with Henderson’s older sister...he felt something. He didn’t want to face it then, but that something was more than just something... Steve Harrington had decided he’d never fallen in love before.

Not like this.

You’ll find love one day. I know you will. That’s what she’d told him. When he asked how she knew, she had only given a soft hum, mulling over the answer carefully. It stayed quiet between them for the time being as Y/N collected her thoughts. Steve hadn’t minded, he liked the way they could walk in peace and still communicate without saying anything at all...just being there spoke it all.

Eventually, they found themselves at a park and he recalled Y/N had sat on one of the swings, and he pushed her lightly from behind while waiting patiently for an answer he wasn’t sure he’d ever get. He could identify, that she’d worn a denim jacket, the air had been cold and Steve remembered teasing her whenever she wore it - asking if Hargrove was around.

Because everyone deserves love. Everyone has love, Steve. They just haven’t found it yet, or haven’t been given the proper chance to show it. When she had finally come to a resolution, he’d inadvertently suspended the swing’s motion. Yes, it had been a night just like this...a night like this, that he realized he was in love with Y/N.

They had walked for a while now, he genuinely couldn’t tell you if it had taken an hour or two...three minutes or four...Steve wasn’t quite sure - time seemed to slip his mind as the only thing he found to be existence was the girl beside him and the darkness that was drawn in streaks of black across the sky.

“Are you gonna tell me why we’re out in the middle of nowhere?” She asked while the comforting resonance of timid night washed a serene path for them to follow. “When we get there - you’ll understand,” he mused. Y/N nodded, not really minding all that much...so long as Steve was with her, she didn’t care. She knew that he’d never lead her to danger, and she also knew that if he wanted to make it a surprise, so be it.

Of course, she was nervous...who wouldn’t be? He was...The Steve Harrington...and yet, when she had told him that a year or so back - he’d only shrugged it off. So what? She had been flabbergasted. So what? -- Steve, you’re like...every girls’ dream...like, the total package! He hadn’t believed her, and even so, it seemed to disappoint him in a way.

What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong? Y/N had obviously been worried she’d done something to upset him - and that was the last thing she wanted. They had just beaten off demodogs, closed a damn Gate, and Dustin was attending his first school dance officially... And to top it all off, she and The Hair had walked until they found a quaint park at a corner-stop. If she somehow managed to screw this up with a simple sentence she was seriously considering just finding a rock to die under...

No...nothing wrong...I...I just...I don’t want you to be nervous. She hadn’t understood him, and when she voiced this, she had seen as Harrington, who she’d known all her life (though he may have just never noticed her until recently...she’d not ask him) as the boy who was...king of the world...King Steve...as he liked to call it, him and his fraudulent friends. To see him suddenly so...lost...it...made her feel a twig of pain.

Okay then, I’m not nervous. He had laughed at that acknowledgment. I just...I don’t wanna be known as The Steve Harrington, you know? Like...it...it’s not the best title to shine...and I don’t think being Prom King will do anything for me when I graduate high school except mark me forever as the ass who thought he ran the world.

You always fall in love with the most interesting people; at the most random of times...this...this had been Y/N’s. She hadn’t expected such a heartfelt, moving speech from Steve; shocking her, even more, to see he wasn’t quite finished.

I want to be known for...being...well...just Steve Harrington. Does...does that make sense? She had nodded, a loss for words because - yes - she knew exactly, what he meant. She was just an ordinary girl, the sister of Henderson for Christ’s sake! If he wanted normal...well...she had been living normal, as a nobody (up until they’d met Eleven...becoming a world-saving nobody, yet she hadn’t cared because to the people who cared about her...she was somebody. Realizing this...Steve didn’t have a somebody). Y/N had just never believed The Steve Harrington was capable of making such sense as so. But, she was doubting him - just as he’d explained he knew people would...and she thought herself a fool to do such a thing.

How about - we start over, then? I’ll go first... The small smile on her lips... if only she’d known how much it affected him - if she’d known...maybe things would’ve been different...but...alas...you can’t rush love.

Hello, I’m Y/N Henderson...it’s nice to meet you, Steve Harrington. Their night had drawn on, and with it, she found her self drunk on the cold winter air and the stars blinding her mental filter. She’d asked him if he’d ever loved before...even as he answered, asking his own questions - she felt like a hypocrite - because the advice she gave was so...defective...how could she give such poetic word with such hope and perception when she herself, had fallen in love with; not the Steve Harrington...but..just Steve...in a single night’s wish...

“Okay, we’re almost there - oh, maybe close your eyes?” Steve said with a slightly hesitant nature, not really telling her to do so...but asking her in his own suave style. She nodded. God...how you’ve changed, Harrington.

Y/N closed her eyes and Steve grabbed both her hands, leading her forward the rest of the way. He was her guide through the dark of the forest they’d strayed into, and he didn’t mind the way she squeezed his fingers when she stumbled or squeaked in fright when a low-hanging branch snagged her. Does she know how much I’ve changed...for her?

“Okay...now, don’t take another step...you might...uh...fall-- but! Like...don’t worry! It’s not like a cliff or something crazy! I’m just saying--,” he instantly rambled on, losing himself to his own embarrassment. A slur of words strung together by a red face and his swimming conscious.

When she starting laughing, he let his breath go. He knew it was okay...so he calmed down...and then placed his hands over her still closed eyes - adding to the dramatic effect of it all. “Okay, on the count of three...sound good, Henderson?” He asked while just barely pressing his chest to her back - he didn’t draw her as close as his heart ached for - mainly because Steve was sure Y/N could hear his excessive heartbeat now and was probably questioning the harsh, hummingbird-like vibration.

“One.” I wonder if he knows...

“Two.” I wonder if she knows...

“Three.” What you’ve done to me...

Opening her eyes as she felt the pressure of his warm hands pull away, Y/N was starstruck to be greeted by a stilled stretch of silver water. The lake was surrounded by tall trees that drug shadows of night with them. Glints of summertime fireflies were seen in the distance as if competing with the stars in a battle of wits. They were stood in a clearing, a limestone ledge that overlooked the lake’s vast reflection. The moon was so...clear...Y/N wondered if she could touch it. The stars all cast an image of themselves on the silver surface; in the dead of night...she couldn’t tell the difference between sky and water. The horizon only being defined by the darkened tree line, even then, she questioned if it was real...

Steve watched her open her eyes slowly, eyelashes brushing the top of her cheeks with such a delicate wind, it had him stare with wonder. The tall woods around the lake made her look so small...it ignited the sense of urgent protection in him to take care of Y/N...just in case their small world decided to flip itself upsidedown. He was a few inches behind her, his hands hesitating in the air beside her hips - unsure of what to do - but he was lucky the view had swept all her attention away...Steve could fret in his own silence for a few seconds longer.

He had noticed Y/N’s glances to the moon...standing atop the limestone outcrop - he wondered if...if...he could touch it. If Y/N wanted it - he’d get it for her. Steve would steal the stars, one by one if she said her room was too dark to sleep peacefully. He’d keep them in a glass jar, and when she got scared...he’d remind her to count them as they swirled inside the small container. To hold it closer and closer to her if she were fearful.

And over time, if she was still scared - and those stars faded and dimmed to dust...he’d offer her the last thing he could...his heart. Keep it close to you...okay? Don’t let it go, and when you get scared, you pull it to your chest...I’ll be there for you - always... He’d tell her that all she needed to do was ask him...and he’d give it all for her.

“Steve...,” she murmured, standing still in disbelief of the beauty caving in on her. Y/N felt like she were in a picture - maybe Jonathan had been the mastermind behind this all, and really, she was just a person in one of his photos...

But, she knew that couldn’t be true - because the weight of Steve’s warm arms circling her middle could never be replicated. This was better than picture-perfect.

“I...know...it’s...um...kinda weird...and random...for me to drag you all the way out here. Just to look...at some dumb lake...,” he was slowly losing his cool. Earlier that day, when he’d driven the boys home - and he’d almost broken in front of them...the desperation and hurt he’d feigned...it was seeping back into his bones; escaping through his low tone and tight grip on Y/N.

He’d never been so bold as to embrace her like this...even now, he could feel his heart slamming against his ribcage like a small bird desirous for freedom. Steve knew if he didn’t hold her, he’d fall...and he’d continue to fall because there was simply no end to his rabbit hole.

It was like the world stopped spinning on its axis...and if it hadn’t, then they’d discovered the only place in Hawkins where time stood still (but from what Y/N had seen throughout the past few years...she wouldn’t say it was impossible).

“Weird? No, this...is amazing...how did you find this place?” Y/N asked, not minding the heat spilling from Harrington stood behind her. She gingerly placed her hands over his, unsure of the situation still, but when it seemed as if he weren’t going anywhere anytime soon...she leaned into him completely.

“Oh...my parents have a cabin around here somewhere...it’s not that close, but I know the general area,” he told while trying not to scream to the night that he was so hopelessly in love...

“It’s beautiful here,” Y/N complimented.

“Yeah...I figured you’d like it...I kinda knew you’d say that,” Steve replied with a warm simper on his lips as he rested his chin on her head.

She giggled. “And how did you know this, Harrington?”

“It’s gonna sound cheesy...but...I thought pretty things were drawn to one another...,” he admitted, not being able to see Y/N’s full reaction - as he couldn’t see her face.

“Hm,” she was quiet for a moment, but the next words to fall from her lips left Steve chuckling - wondering how he’d even manage to hold such a serious serenity for so long anyway... “You and Hargrove are both pretty...and you hate each other.”

Steve pulled away from Y/N, blind to the way her heart fell in her chest at the retreat of warmth. He spun her around and narrowed his eyes at her, a playful scowl lighting his lips. “You think he’s pretty, Henderson?”

“I don’t deny a man’s best features, Harrington,” Y/N teased while raising an eyebrow, her y/c/e eyes lifting to glance to Steve’s overproduced head of hair.

Steve scoffed dramatically, and when she laughed, it echoed into the gentle night marvelously. “So...you like his face?” He was clearly teasing Y/N, but he did wonder if maybe he’d been reading it all wrong...

“Sure, I do. Most anyone with eyes thinks he’s a hunk,” her response pulled an eye-roll from Steve. “But...I like your face too, Harrington.”

That...made his soul sing...yeah...that got him weak. “You do?”

Y/N felt the heat rising to her face...she felt like it wasn’t twelve or so at night, but twelve or so in the morning a damn hot day too. She prayed it didn’t show (sadly it did, but Steve was an utter dork for her rosy cheeks so he stayed quiet, knowing he wasn’t in any better shape).

“I do...,” she breathed.

“Is that all you like about me?” He asked Y/N while watching her dainty features change ever so slightly with each expression she provided.

“I...I like everything about you,” Y/N admitted, her y/c/h hair lifted slightly in a carrying cool breeze. “Everything?” Steve echoed.

“Yeah...,” Y/N confirmed with a heavy silence to follow.

It was in that moment, that they lost themselves...fully, lost themselves. Steve wasn’t sure what had overcome him, but his eyes had fluttered shut and he was craning his neck to align their lips perfectly. His heart swallowed into his throat as his mind went blank on him. It was like he’d forgotten how to kiss a girl...Oh, come on! Don’t do this to me now, brain!

Y/N’s own heart wasn’t in any better of a condition...she too was hoping it didn’t burst and fly from her chest. That... wouldn't be ideal. But with confidence she decided to borrow from the girls' words earlier...she pressed her lips to Harrington’s...sealing their fate. (The girls had questioned if she and Steve would ever get together...romantically, that was...and Y/N had explained to them they were only friends...and...that’s all they’d ever be...following that, they offered advice to win his dumb heart over, in Max’s words.)

Fireworks? No. Butterflies? No. Electricity? Not quite. The feeling that shook through Steve’s body really couldn’t be described with such a simple phrase. The best he could put it was; imagine seeing a shooting star - except this shooting star was small enough to fit in your palm. You decided to kiss that star, and with it...your dreams came true...everything on the inside was burning, but it didn’t hurt...it was blinding...but you could see clearly...your breath was caught; stolen away...but you didn’t mind catching it again...

He felt fingers sift through his hair, and he smiled into the kiss. Y/N’s hands only grounding him further into reality...making him realize that...this...was real. She...was real.

He was real...this was real...Y/N proved that to herself when she felt the tight grip around her waist, the large hand holding her face close. She smiled into the kiss, Steve only grounding her further into reality.

Pulling away breathless, Steve could only laugh. He laughed, and he laughed, and he laughed. Y/N couldn’t help it, her face lighting pink - her own laughter traveling with his as they tried to control it. Their excitement too much to handle all at once. Luckily, they had each other to share it with.

“You know...I really wanted to do that,” Steve told in between gasps of air and laughter.

“Did you now?” Y/N responded with a giggle.

“Mhmm...for...maybe...over a year or so...I dunno...a long time, that’s all I know,” he sputtered while grabbing her hands in his after composing himself. Before she could tell him that she felt the same way - he spun her around, his arms snaking at her waist. Around and around and around...as if maybe it’d help cool down their identical blushes.

“Can I say something else?” He asked with a beaming smile, her giggles subsiding once more as she was placed back on the earth.

“Sure, Steve.”

“I love you. I love you and I think I’ve always loved you, I just...needed some time to realize it...I’m...I’m sorry it took me so long.” His voice had fallen to a whisper and his chocolate eyes dodged down. If she had a camera, she’d have taken a photo of him - right then and there, because God...could he pull off the lovesick boy by the lakeside, contemplating life with the stars look better than anyone she knew...

Was he nervous to hear her answer? Well...yeah...just because she kissed him didn’t mean she returned those feelings (that’s what the nagging voice in his head susurrate anyway). In the heat of the moment, anything could happen...and as his mind wandered down those possibilities, he was drawn back to the present time when he heard the words he’d been dying to hear since that night of the Snowball Dance...since he helped Dustin do his hair...since the night that he fell in love with her...

“I love you too, Steve.”

“...Yeah?” He asked while squeezing her body to his in the tightest hug he could offer. He felt her arms slip around him, returning the embrace wholly, and it only had him love her more.

“Mhmm.”

“I’m scared...you won’t...love me like I do you, in the end, Y/N,” he murmured into her shoulder, pulling away from her somewhat. The sudden change of mood struck her high down and she quickly shook her head. She loved him! She did! She loved him so damn muc--

“Because you’ll hate me when you finally realize the kids think I’m the better parent.” He fooled.

Once Y/N realized what he meant, her head ultimately catching up with the rest of her that Steve was just being a moron; she glared at him - smacking the side of his head and shaking her own with a groan. “You just had to ruin the moment.”

“What! I figured since we’re so happy...we might as well settle it...I mean--,”

“You bring me to a gorgeous lake...and all you have to say, after confessing our love to one another...is that you’re better than me...how lovely, Harrington,” Y/N shot with a sarcastic note, yet, this was just like him...and she adored it...damn Harrington and his boyish ways.

“Aw, don’t be mad,” he pouted while she relocated, sitting down on the edge of the hangover - arms crossed, looking away from the brunette. A stubborn air about her. “Hmph.”

He frowned, but, had a sudden idea.

Slipping his jacket off, he placed the windbreaker over her own shoulders and then sat down beside her. He pulled her to his side and Steve rubbed his nose into Y/N’s neck, even with her soft whines and hisses of removal.

“We could honestly share the title...you know,” when she didn’t respond, he continued, playing along with her fake act of hurt.

“I mean...speaking of better parent...it takes...two...right? Like...why can’t we just be...the better parents. They do need a mother...and a father, after all,” Steve noticed the small grin beginning to crack on Y/N’s lips so he pushed further.

“Yeah...? And what’re you supposing we do, Harrington?”

“I mean to say...,” he started while tipping her chin up to look him in the eyes,” You wanna be their dad?” She snorted and rolled her eyes. Of course...

“You saying I’m not already?” Y/N quipped. Only being met by Steve’s hungry lips once more, because it really didn’t matter who was better...Y/N made him a better person...and Steve made her a better person...it didn’t matter who was the better parent...they raised the kids together anyway.

(Extended Ending)

“What’re they doing?” Max asked.

“Can you see them?” Mike pressed.

“Do you know where they are?” Will offered.

“Is he still with Y/N? - He better still be with my sister!” Dustin grumbled.

“They’re not like...ya know...,” Lucas trailed.

Eleven only smiled.

“They’re kissing.”

An eruption of cheers rung out through the basement. It turned out, they were pretty good at not only closing portals to otherworldly dimensions...but also pretty damn good at hooking their favorite babysitters up too.

Because in the end...they were all getting pretty damn tired of having to sit through their arguments of “I’m the better parent”... Took them too long to realize they were meant to do it together.

---

a/n footer: If you’d like to see more long/multi-part series, please let me know! :D I was thinking about doing one for Hargrove...how does that sound?

--

Tagged: (shoot me a message or whatnot, and I’ll always add you to my new tagged list~! :) )

@wefracturedmotivation

(Just those who I noticed asking for a pt.3...ha...I won’t tag you again if you do not wish to be tagged! :))

@sassisaluxury @foryoubarnes @etchedinsand @supernaturalcat7 @mairalynn416 @sadhwstudent @my-fandomful-life2 @ultrunning @christinawxxx @truthdaze @mollencollie

[asongofmarvelanddc]

Valentine’s Day

PAIRING: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers X Reader

WORD COUNT: 1510

WARNINGS: None

SUMMARY: Steve hates Valentines Day.

A/N: This is a repost due to my blog being deleted, please reblog to signal boost!

Valentine's Day.

A day filled with love, red balloons and heart-shaped...well, everything. Even people who were single most of the year somehow had someone to spend this day with. With one exception of course- Steve Rogers.

For him, this was a dreaded day. A day filled with loved up people sharing milkshakes, whispering to each other in the movie theatres and laughing as they walked the streets. A day where even his best friend, Bucky, had not one, but two girls on his arm. A day where everyone received at least one love letter in the mail. Everyone but Steve.

With a sigh, Steve got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. After relieving himself and cleaning himself up, he headed to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. He was in no hurry to go and check his mail. In no hurry to go outside. Lucky for him, Valentine's Day fell on a Saturday this year, so he didn't have to go to work.

Unfortunately, he did have to meet up with Bucky and the day will consist of Bucky trying to find him a date. He would always eventually find him a date...the same one who will cling to Bucky the whole night. It was a painful circle, one that had not been broken since the two reached adolescence.

Steve sighed and put on his shoes and jacket before walking out of his apartment making sure to lock it behind him. When he reached the ground floor, he walked up to his mailbox and stared at it. He didn't want to get his hopes up, but it was very hard not to.

Maybe Carla from the other night enjoyed our date, he thought with a tilt of his head. Or maybe Joanna. She seemed to like the story I told her about my first day at work.

He didn't want to get his hopes up...but they already were. He took in a deep breath and opened the mailbox, pulling out all the letters in the process and shuffling through them quickly.

 Bill. Bill. Notice. Admirer. Bi- Admirer?! 

Steve immediately threw all the other letters back into the mailbox except the one. He smoothed his hand over the letter as he stared at it in awe. Never in a million years did he think his hopes would amount to anything this year.

The envelope was a dusty pink colour and on the back, in perfect handwriting, were the words: To Steve. From your Secret Admirer. 

He smiled softly at that before turning the envelope to the front. He smiled again when he noticed that envelope was quite literally sealed with a kiss. As he opened the letter, he was hit with a wave of vanilla. 

She sprayed the letter with perfume, he thought with a chuckle. 

As he read the letter, his smile grew wider with every word until he was done. He looked over the letter one last time, the biggest grin etched onto his face.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching and immediately turned around. 

This could be her now. 

He held his breath until the woman came into view before letting it out. It was just his neighbour, and she was carrying a rather large basket in her arms. 

"Good morning, Ma'am", he smiled to her and she dropped the basket on the first step of the stairs with a huff. 

"Mornin', Mr Rogers", she smiled back at him and glanced to the dusty pink letter in his hands, "Got a hot date?". S

teve chuckled and glanced down to his feet before looking back up at her. "Yeah", he nodded, a light blush covering his cheeks, "You?". 

She let out a little laugh before shrugging her shoulders. "It's Valentine's Day, of course I do!", she smiled excitedly, "Just did the laundry. I'm pretty sure I've found the dress.” 

Steve smiled and gestured to the basket before saying, "I'm sure it'll knock the lucky guy's socks off.” 

She smiled and held up crossed fingers before waving, "See you around, Steve!"

When she disappeared up the stairs, Steve looked back down at the letter with a smile. I have a date.

                            __________________________

“No. No. No. No. NO!”, Steve moaned as he ripped off his shirt and threw it on the floor. He grabbed two more shirts from the closet and walked to the living room. 

Bucky looked up from his newspaper with a beer in his hand and two raised eyebrows. “What happened to you?” he asked as he tried and failed to stifle his laugh. 

Steve held up the two shirts as he frantically asked, “Which one?” 

Bucky laughed again and dropped the newspaper. “Steve, I already showed you what to wear”, he chuckled and sipped his beer, “You’re the one who took it off, and now you have ten minutes before you have to leave.”

“WHAT?!”Steve yelled in a panic which made Bucky laugh harder. 

He stood up and placed his hands on his best friend’s shoulders. As he stared into Steve’s blue eyes, he said, “Calm down. Wear the clothes I picked out for you and put some cologne on.” 

Steve opened his mouth to protest but Bucky shook his head. “You’re gonna buy some flowers, and when you see her, you’ll tell her she looks gorgeous,” he smiled as he told him what to do. 

Steve took in a deep breath and let it out before nodding his head. It was nice having a best friend who was as experienced as Bucky was, for situations like this.

“Alright. Alright,” Steve nodded as he whispered to himself words of encouragement, “I’m gonna be fine.”

                           __________________________

“Oh, I’m so not gonna be fine”, Steve sucked in a breath as he arrived at the park. 

He knew he was meant to meet her on the bench by the first tree on the right. He couldn’t see anyone sitting on the bench and a sick feeling grew in his stomach. 

Maybe she’s running late, he thought hopefully as he walked up to the bench and sat on it, twirling a single pink rose in his hand thoughtfully. 

He had stopped at a flower shop to buy a bouquet of flowers, but the woman at the store advised him to buy a single flower rather than a bouquet. 

"If you're meeting at the park, she'll have to carry the bouquet around everywhere," she had said before pointing him to some roses on display. 

He opted for a pink rose after the lady said that a red rose might be a little too 'heavy-handed' for a first date with a secret admirer. His leg bounced nervously as he revised what he was going to say when his date arrived. 

"Hi, it's nice to meet you", he muttered as he twirled the rose again, "You look beautiful."

"Would you two like to be left alone?" came a voice from behind Steve. He turned around as he stood up from the park bench, only to come face-to-face with his neighbour. 

"Is that for me?"she asked and pointed to the rose in his hand. Steve glanced down to the rose and back to her with widened eyes. 

It’s her. 

"H-Hi,” he stuttered and handed her the rose while his eyes scanned her head to toe, "You look beautiful.” 

She smiled and sniffed the rose happily before looking back at him. "Thank you, Steve,” she smiled brightly, "And thank you for the rose, it's beautiful."

Steve nodded his head slightly, but was unable to say anything else due to shock. "You sent me the letter?" he asked her and she nodded with what seemed to be pride, "So, earlier, when you mentioned the hot date?" 

She nodded her head and glanced to her shoes then back to Steve. "I was talking about you", she giggled. Steve stared in awe at her; she was so cheerful and beautiful and kind...why did she want to be with him?

"Pardon me, but I have to ask..." he began which made her frown in confusion. 

He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. She raised an eyebrow and chuckled when she realised he wasn't saying anything, "What is it?" 

He stared at her curiously and watched how her eyes sparkled with excitement...and decided not to say anything. He didn't need to know why she wanted to go to with him, what mattered was that she wanted to. 

Suddenly, he got a 'Bucky pep-talk' overload and a boost of confidence, so he smiled and shook his head, whispering, "Nothing."

He looked around the park before turning back to Y/N, "You wanna grab a milkshake?" 

She smiled brightly and bit her lip softly as she nodded her head, "Lead the way, Mr Rogers". Steve's lips broke out into a grin as she took his hand with a bright smile gracing her lips.

Maybe Valentine's Day wasn't so bad after all.

[cablestatic1184]

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE 🥺 - algae

random questions about your f/o's !

🍕: big appetite or small appetite?

🎤: can they sing?

👪: what's their immediate family like, if they have any! if they don't, do they have a found family? what're they like?

📖: beliefs, if they have any?

🗡: if they weren't the protagonist, who would take their place, and do you like that character at all too? of they're already not the protagonist, what role do they play?

🌟: what were their goals when they were younger Vs. now?

💥: how do they feel about themselves, and how does their self worth effect them?

✒: main source of motivation?

🧍‍♂️: do they practice good posture?

❌: what makes it obvious that they're lying?

👞: do they leave quiet or loud footsteps when they walk?

👀: do they make eye contact?

🤐: do they talk loud, or quietly?

no need to practice rb karma !

[multiverseofmiracleshq]

Following the various misteps of the Avengers, it was highly suggested that they hold an accountability meeting to go over what preventative measures should be taken if one of their own were to go AWOL and what resources they should have in place for support. Instead, things became tense when the once Captain America Sam Wilson and the Winter Soldier got into a fight about the shield... and it’s new owner dropped in to say hello.

THIS IS THE OFFICIAL CHAT LOG COVERAGE OF THE IC

SAM: He hadn’t really wanted it to come to this. In retrospect, it had to be expected at least a little, but Sam wasn’t thinking about the government. For the first time in two years he turned his mind away what the public would think about him ( hint: it was most likely unfavorable ) and about his own wants and needs. Maybe that made him a bad Captain America, but that was a title. Sam was a person and after Westview he was a person who needed a moment to catch his breath and step away from a legacy he had inherited without hesitation because it was more than just an honor -- it was a duty. Of course Sam had considered the racism, the backlash. He had been Black in America long enough to know how he would be seen. It would be worth it. It would be... Exhausting. Sam was exhausted. Westview had worn him down in a way that he hadn’t experienced in years. He had put in the work when he was discharged. He had led the PTSD support groups because he wanted to practice what he preached. Sam picked up the shield and did his best but he was tired. Weary to the bone exhausted. He didn’t want to talk about his problems but he didn’t want to keep dragging them around so he took a page from Steve’s book and set the shield down. Falcon once more, Sam hung at the back of the room with his arms crossed. His former title being picked up by Walker was listed as a talking point and he’d rather shy away from that. “We waiting on a shrink to start this off or are we supposed to entertain ourselves?”

NATASHA: Reclined in her chair with her ankles crossed, Natasha sent a cursory glance at Sam. She and Steve had discussed the situation at length but she had yet to talk with the man in the center of it all. Nat was, unsurprisingly, not a fan of the American government. She had once actively sought to counteractive it before later toppling one of its pillars. They had never been on stellar terms even if they now called her a hero for doing what was needed. “Heard an agent in the hall say to lock the door until we all start braiding each others hair.” The two legs of her chair that had been briefly suspended connected with the ground as Natasha leaned forward. “They asked if we have resources. We don’t. We haven’t since the Blip. I checked out for a year and came back to a congratulations and call to active duty. We don’t help our people. Not since Berlin.”

BUCKY: "Berlin." James echoed from his place just adjacent to the exit, the door caught in his periphery as he eyed Sam across the table. "We have court mandated therapy with awful shrinks, but I think they reserve that just for mass murderers." He was bitter, and it was obvious in his tone, but they were detached from his words. James obviously directed the feeling at someone in particular, and it wasn't even entirely his fault. "Do you want me to say it, Sam?" he challenged.

STEVE: While there was never any moment of peace that was ever allowed to stretch too far, it felt like each catastrophe was bigger than the last and came up quicker too. And while they all fought, survived, and moved on to the next disaster like it was nothing — the truth of it was, they just never stopped taking hits. Steve didn’t know how to sit still these days, and he especially didn’t know how to enjoy a peaceful moment without worrying when the next thing is going to fall out of the sky and set it up in flames. Anxiety wasn’t so passable for unnecessary worry when it was backed up with evidence and a history of becoming a reality. When he started serving mental health was never on the table for discussion—for the first time he was rather hopeful one of these meetings might actually have the potential to do some good for once. That was, until Bucky and Sam seemed to already begin bickering. He eyed the two of them, arms crossed over his chest comfortably as he leaned back in his chair beside natasha. “I don’t think anyone invited a shrink.”

DAISY: Daisy was admittedly a little uncomfortable with the awkward tension in the room as she sat in her seat and slowly swiveled back and forth, lost in her own thoughts. There was so much to talk about, and they were all pretty touchy topics. Westview, the Accords, whoever the hell John Walker was.. Her mind was racing on what to say. Thankfully, she didn't have to be the first person to speak up as Sam kicked things off. She was pretty angry for him about the new Captain America situation, since it was pretty obvious what the decision boiled down to and it wasn't right. It was kind of ironic the job Daisy now had, considering how anti-government she'd been back before she even joined S.H.I.E.L.D. And stuff like this only ignited that anger in her about how things tended to be handled by the United States. "Agreed. I think we can all agree that the Anomaly wouldn't have happened if Wanda had those kinds of resources."

WANDA: Attendance was mandatory. It was extra mandatory for Wanda, seeing as she was part of the agenda. Her head was held high even though she sat alone with the two chairs on either side of her vacant. Unsure of the dress code, she had arrived in the most nondescript outfit she could think of -- plain hoodie and baseball cap once again making an appearance. “Or, maybe, the government should have been stopped from stealing a body in the first place. Resources are good, yes, but me attending therapy would not have stopped them from desecrating the Vision.”

SAM: So it was gonna be like that then. His gaze locked with Bucky’s across the room, unflinching and refusing to blink. He was already going through the ringer and the last thing he needed was Barnes coming at him as well. The public, the government, his friends. It never really ended. “I don’t know, Buck,” his voice was measured. “What’s there to say?”

DAISY: Daisy completely agreed, but there wasn't much she could say in response to that. She hadn't exactly been in S.W.O.R.D. during that entire ordeal. And even if she was, she wasn't sure if she'd have had any say in what happened there. She rubbed the bridge of her nose for a moment to gather her thoughts before lifting her head up. "That wasn't right, no. And I think any level-headed person would agree with that."

PETER: Being present at these sorts of meetings would never feel normal to Peter, no matter how long he’d donned the Spider-Man mantle. In fact, since his identity had been exposed, the impostor syndrome was at an all time high when it came to his status among the Avengers and the rest of ‘Earth’s mightiest’. He didn’t belong here - he caused more harm than good most of the time - and while most of the others believed he did, that tended to mean his necessary attendance. At the very least, he could be there for Wanda, he thought, the chair he currently sat in tucked against the furthest corner of the room.

BUCKY: The news of John Walker hadn't been quiet - in fact, it had rang through America with fanfare and cheers. They'd celebrated Sam stepping down to be replaced, but James didn't care about the logistics of now. He'd been trying to unstick eggs from a too old, too worn pan when the news filtered in from the living room. He'd turned his tv down just enough for it to be background noise, but the naming of Captain America had been enough to grab his attention. Even worse was the revelation of John Walker, not Sam Wilson, as the man behind the shield, and Sam hadn't even bothered to send him a text. "If you didn't want to carry the shield anymore, I'm sure there are plenty of people more capable than Johnny fucking Appleseed to take it. You should've told someone Sam. That shield wasn't yours to just give away."

MONICA: “What went down with Tyler Hayward never should have happened.” Monica sighed. “And I know we’re trying to be better, but in some ways our hands are tied. The government messes up. A lot. We try and clap back and they punish us. How do you break that cycle?”

STEVE: Steve was just as upset about John Walker as anyone else — giving up the shield to sam had been easy, it had been what Steve wanted. It was going into good hands that belonged to a man he knew was bound by his own need to do what was right. With Sam, there was never any concern, Steve never thought twice about it—but he didn’t know John, and to be perfectly honest his record of being a good soldier wasn’t enough to convince him that he’d be a good cap. Good soldiers followed orders without question—most days you needed that. Hesitation got people killed. But war wasn’t black and white and orders weren’t always coming from an honorable tongue. Whoever held that shielded needed to be able to walk that line—West Point graduate or not, he didn’t think John had what it took to do that. When it came down to it, Steve felt like he was too eager to prove he could be Captain America that he’d never step out on a limb when it came down to it. He’d bow his head and fall in line. “Buck…” Steve started. “He didn’t give it away.” Steve would never know first hand what Sam was going through, and he’d never pretend to, but he did understand what the weight of that shield could feel like when the world didn’t trust it in your hands. It was easier to let it go than to try and be what everyone else wanted—he may hate that it went to John but he didn’t blame Sam for that. “They took it.”

SAM: There it was. Wasn’t his to give away. Only, it was. “I think you’re confused.” Sam shook his head, arms falling to his side. “Like he said, Steve gave me the shield and I gave it to the Smithsonian.” Because he needed one goddamn second to breath and process without the weight of everyones expectations. Steve didn’t get it. Bucky didn’t get it. That shield meant one thing to them but it came with a lot more strings for Sam. He wasn’t just Captain America. He was Captain America and he was Black and more than a few people didn’t know how to correlate the two. He turned to Rogers then, holding a hand out in his direction. “You aren’t my dad, Bucky. Steve’s not my mom. I can speak for myself here. I did what was best for me and I didn’t owe you an explanation.” Nor Carol, for that matter. He had called the museum’s Director when they first opened, the shield smuggled in with the morning light. “You think it doesn’t hurt to see them roll out Walker with applause I never got? You think I like seeing his smug ass up there? Nah.” His hands clenched into fists and released. “Steve gave me the shield, not you. I’m sorry I didn’t do what you wanted with it.”

SCOTT: Between many of the comments being thrown about, there were pockets of awkward silence. Scott knew it was because everyone was thinking, choosing their words carefully, but he couldn’t help but let his mind wander as he took in all the faces in the room. Before he’d met Hank, before all this, he would’ve been another idiot causing trouble for the individuals in this room to stop, but now here he was - sitting shoulder to shoulder with the best and brightest, some of the strongest individuals on the planet - and if that didn’t make someone feel a small sense of self-importance as well as an overwhelming need to make sure he didn’t fuck anything up, Scott didn’t know what would.

BUCKY: James's gaze flickered to Steve, his eyes briefly narrowing before he forced himself to relax. It didn't help much, began the tension was still corded in the muscles of his shoulders, bunching there. It was hard not to be angry; hard not to watch the legacy that had pulled him out of HYDRA's grip be tainted by a boy scout that didn't deserve it. The Winter Soldier could never be Captain America; James would never be able to take that shield and be the beacon of hope for America. His history was too well known; his stain on history never washing out. Sam had been the guy to step into those shoes, keep the legacy safe, and become someone James had even begun to confide in. To consider a friend. "You could've given it to literally anyone else." He could hear the petulance in his tone, but he didn't relent. He didn't know how. "But you gave to a museum. What, is Steve dead to you? Were you trying to memorialize him or something?"

DAISY: Clearly the government had a bit of a corruption problem, whether that was HYDRA infiltrating S.H.I.E.L.D., or a corrupt member just taking things into their own hands. Daisy glanced over at Monica in the seat next to her and took a deep breath before glancing back at Wanda. “What Hayward did isn’t a representation of what organizations like S.W.O.R.D or even S.H.I.E.L.D. stand for. But you make a good point, they shouldn’t have taken Vision’s body. It was out of our control, though. Monica was... gone. And I was up in space. Other agents should have stepped in, sure, but we’re not your enemies.”

SAM: If there was a place to have this verbal confrontation, in front of  all the Avengers during an “accountability” meeting that actually seemed to be nothing productive wasn’t it. They should have taken a clue from the Sokovian Accords meeting where Ross and his projections of their destruction had helped break them apart. Maybe he and Bucky should have taken it outside, but Sam was sick of trying to find the balance between biting his tongue publicly and speaking his mind to assert his own independence. “Who? Who else was I going to give it to? Not you. Nat doesn’t want it. Tony already took it but he’s gone now.” It wasn’t like Sam hadn’t considered his options. He just kept drawing up blanks. “I’m going to explain something to you, Bucky. Steve isn’t the shield. I’m not the shield. It’s a symbol and I put it back with all the other Captain America stuff in the exhibit. The Smithsonian called me. Two years ago. Real nice speech about how good of care it’d get. They didn’t say they were going to sell it out.”

BUCKY: "Some decisions you shouldn't make on your own." that bitterness seeped into his tone again - especially as James considered the fact that his life was actively policed and monitored. He couldn't so much as breathe without someone looking in on him; he couldn't imagine even trying to make moves like Sam without bringing it up with someone. "You didn't know either, based on the scowl on your face." he inclined his head towards Carol, who was being uncharacteristically quiet.

CAROL: She simply met James's gaze, her gaze level, before she spoke. "Has anyone bothered to look in to John Walker?"

STEVE: Steve had remained quiet, not wanting to speak over sam or get in between a conversation that clearly needed to be had — but it was odd to listen to a conversation about you and something that took up most of your adult life and not weigh in on it. But he accepted the control he had relinquished when he handed the shield over to begin with. Besides — Sam had pretty much covered it. The shield was in fact his to do what he wanted with—give it away if he had wanted to. The point was that no one asked Sam, they crafted a sneaky way to take it and hand the mantle over to someone else. And you could try to pretend it was for a dozen other reasons other than the fact that Sam was Black—but it’d be bullshit. Still, he wasn’t willing to throw his two cents where it didn’t need to be. He could only support Sam the best he could and while he understood Bucky’s anger, he did feel it was misdirected. At the opportunity to direct the frustration at Walker, Steve took it. “Yeah, as best we could. His records come up clean.” Steve said, though his tone was dry. Implying that it was expected to be that way. The government was going to either do its research to find the cleanest file they could, or craft one that sparkled. “Not that that ever meant anything.”

NOVA: Sam knew he didn’t agree with any one individual in the room, and he wasn’t entirely sure his opinion really mattered. But he needed to be present, to listen, and to understand where exactly things were going from here. The mention of this ‘new’ Captain America caught his attention, and he sat up just a little bit straighter when Steve and the others continued to speak.

CAROL: Carol regarded Steve as she took in his tone. She'd read Walker's file and he'd seemed like the ideal, perfect candidate. It was unsettling. "Little too squeaky clean, don't you think?" She didn't wan to listen to Barnes and and Sam argue about the shield. That was neither here nor there, and maybe Sam could've handed it to someone instead of the museum, but he'd made that decision much in the way he did everything now. Alone. She didn't let that sour her words. "You think someone who has never made a mistake knows how to recognize one?"

STEVE: “Way too clean.” Steve agreed. “And, no, I don’t. I also don’t think he’s willing to ask the right questions or stand up to the right people. After the Accords — with the government taking it from Sam, that shield  may as well be a a signature on enlistment paperwork. First time he steps out of line they’ll find the next army strong West Point cadet to swap him out with. Even if there isn’t an agenda on his end, he’s bound to contracts and the military.” There was also the glaring fact that the shield wasn’t his. It was Sam’s, and until he handed it to someone else, it should have stayed that way.

SAM: “Your opinion doesn’t matter here. My life, my shield. I’m Captain America, holding the shield that symbolizes freedom but I can’t even make my own decisions or decide what I want to do independently? Screw that. Screw you too, Buck. I did this alone so I would’t have to sit here and look at your smug, righteous face as you tell me what I should do.” As Carol began speaking and the conversation switched to John, Sam shook his head and moved towards the back of the room.

BUCKY: He wanted to let it go, he wanted to watch Sam walk away and join in on the evolving discussion, but he couldn't. His resolve just snapped. "You know something, Sam? Your 'I am an island' act is a bunch of bullshit. You think you made the right decision? Whoop dee doo. But you alienated everyone who gives a damn about you and you didn't talk to anyone about it. You wanna tell me again why that's okay? You wanna tell me again why you deserve people to put their lives on the line for you when you won't even have a conversation with them?"

NATASHA: Head inclining to the side as she watched the drama unfold, Natasha waited n silence for a moment. “If there’s one thing I’m good at,” she mused. “It’s finding ledgers. I’ll look into Walker. Most boy scouts aren’t that blue.” Her lips twitched as she glanced at Steve. “But in the meanwhile, having a pissing match isn’t going to help.”

PIETRO: Pietro was hardly a fan of the meetings, they were long and dull, and he spent far too long partially attentive to unimportant people who thought they were, all blabbering their opinions. These meetings were by all accounts — the bane of his existence. Alas, he showed up. he half listened. and occasionally, got a word in edgewise. With Luna cradled in his arm, wrapped in a baby-yellow blanket, he and Crystalia entered the meeting—which (much to his dismay) seemed to have barely begun. He didn’t appear to outwardly acknowledge Wanda—but then again, he didn’t need to. as they walked by, his greeting drifted through his mind as clearly for her as if he’d spoken it. Sora. He caught her gaze.

CRYSTALIA: After two weeks in Westview, Crystalia would have been more than content to stay in New Attilan far away from her ‘neighbors’ and tormentor. But Pietro had insisted and Crystal, despite her better judgement, had deferred to her fiance. She refused to look at Wanda as they entered, instead fussing for a moment with the baby’s blanket where it was tucked against Pietro. “Daisy,” she tilted her head in acknowledgement. “I see we came all this way for virtually nothing.”

DAISY: Daisy talking with Wanda quietly faded into the background of the conversations as Sam and Bucky's fighting got louder and louder, until the two feuding men encompassed the entire focus of the room. She raised her eyebrows at their exchanges and stayed quiet, not feeling like she had any sort of place to speak with them. She had conventionally good relationships with the both of them, so it was hard to really pick sides. She understood Sam's choice, and knew none of this was his intention. He had a right to give that shield up, whether anyone liked it or not. But she also sympathized with Bucky too. It was rough to jump back and gain people's trust after being controlled the way he was by HYDRA. She would know, after turning on her entire team to work with Hive. It was violating and traumatic, and then having to be monitored so closely just made everything ten times worse on your mental health. And while she knew realistically he couldn't have taken the shield himself, it had to be frustrating to see something like this happen. And Sam unfortunately was an easy target to pin the blame on. Her attention was directed over to Pietro and Crystal as they entered the room with their baby in hand, and her eyes widened as she stared down at some papers on the table in front of her and tried to avert her gaze. She hadn’t seen Pietro since their whole incident back at the Avengers Compound, which ended in an entire city street being ripped into chunks of pavement. “Oh God.” She mumbled quietly, sure that Monica probably heard her. And then Crystal was approaching her and she lifted her head and raised an eyebrow. “What is that supposed to mean?” Maybe playing dumb wasn’t the best strategy, but she was honestly kind of hoping that Pietro hadn’t told her. But she knew it wasn’t gonna be that easy.

SAM: Breathe in. Breathe out. Sam took a second to flatten his hands against his jeans and wipe his palms. When he turned back around, he stuck them in his the pockets of his bomber to hide the fists. “You must have got some massive balls to be coming at me like you got your shit together. From what I remember, you wrote the book on I’m an island.  You got any friends other than me and Steve? Where’s Yelena? She willing to look you in the eye yet or does she still hate your guts?” His jaw was grinding together so hard he felt the tension in his head. “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings, Barnes, by not calling you up for some girl talk. I didn’t want -- I didn’t want to do this anymore, and you’re not gonna get my reasoning. I respect you just like I respect Carol and Steve but none of you know what it’s like to be Black and have to factor that into your decisions. I talked to Rhodey, that good enough? Because he gets it. He gets it and I’m tired, man, of having to try and explain myself.” Sam shook his head. “I’m not asking anyone to put their life on the line for me right now. I’m asking for a break from this bullshit.” He gestured around the room of heroes. “I just need to catch my breath, and I can’t seem to do that even without the shield around you.”

BUCKY: The chair James was seated in was already creaking beneath his weight and though he tried to steel himself, the anger was only mounting. He rose quickly, the chair being pushed out from under him as a result. The plates shifted against one another as he balled his hand into a fist, the glean of gold flittering in the light a juxtaposition to the man donning it. The words were hot on his tongue; his retort ready, but James instead withdrew, extinguishing that flame as quickly as it had been ignited. He didn't say anything more. He simply exited the room, the door cluttering loudly behind him as he slammed it shut.

VISION: He had spent quite a while debating whether or not to attend the meeting, not sure whether his presence would be a benefit to his wife or a hindrance—especially with other much more pressing matters to tend to. Yet he’d also concluded the world should know The Vision was—alive. Back online. Perhaps he should have better read the room before he phased through the wall, but by the time he’d come to regret that, he was already emerging and re-solidifying just as Mr. Barnes stalked out. “It appears I’ve interrupted something, my apologies.”

RIRI: She didn’t do well with people. Never had, and yet, Riri always showed up when she needed to. Being Ironheart meant something to her. A kid in a garage from the wrong side of town wasn’t often excepted to amount to much but they had always called her exceptional. Being exceptional hadn’t saved her dad or Natalie. But, with some effort, it could save people in the future. So Riri sat there as the former Cap and former Winter Soldier went for each others throats. A part of her knew what Sam meant. She understood the sharp cut of racism, but it wasn’t her place to speak up. Instead, she looked to Peter. “Pretty sure this has done the opposite of what it was supposed to.”

CINDY: Cindy knew that she was going to feel uncomfortable and out of place coming to this meeting, but she felt a little more comfortable knowing some of the other younger heroes were there too. It definitely helped her with the anxiety she got at the sight of Barnes' chair being thrown back from under him. Things were definitely tense, and she barely knew what to say. Thankfully, Riri spoke up and Cindy nodded her head slowly and spoke quietly. "It's like 12 Angry Men. That movie about the jury all trying to come to one verdict. Just like that."

PETER: Peter had remained quiet throughout the entire ordeal, flinching visibly when the door slammed shut behind James as he stormed out. Vision entered not a moment later and Peter’s brain exploded a bit, “What - the fu—“ Riri and Cindy’s words shook him out of his minor stupor, but the teen still couldn’t shake that deer in the headlights look, “I— I don’t even - what is going on - “

CINDY: Cindy's eyes widened too at the sight of the Vision just phasing into the room. Honestly, it took everything in her not to jump at it. She was still getting used to having conversations with people outside of her bunker, so all of this was definitely a lot. Never in a million years did she imagine she'd ever be sitting in a room with all of these people. Her life had changed so drastically in the past seven years and she wasn't sure if she'd ever get used to all of this hero stuff. She didn't know how Peter did it. Then again, looking at him it looked like it was practically having a stroke. "Wish I could tell you I did, but I'm right there with you, Parker."

WANDA: It was a headache. Wanda felt the tension in the room, but as a telepath it was more than palpable. She knew both men but had a closer relationship with Sam. She had hurt both men, actually, even if their anger wasn’t directed at her. Wanda felt Pietro moments before he entered the room and she nodded at him with a small smile. Frate. Knowing that Crystalia - who he seemed to love for some reason in a way she had never seen her twin love before - didn’t like her, Wanda refrained from greeting the couple or her niece. Instead, she blinked in surprise as her husband phased in through a departing Bucky. “Vision.” Wanda jumped to her feet. “You came.” A surprise, considering she was on a heavy version of probation and forbidden from doing anything with reality. The fact that she hadn’t technically brought Vision back was likely to be ignored. But that didn’t matter. She held out a hand. “Darling. I’m glad you’re here.”

RIRI: “Stop looking like you’re about to wet your pants.” Riri nudged Peter with one shoulder. She didn’t really know Cindy so it was with a quiet hesitation that she glanced at her. “What’s happening is that people - like always -are fighting instead of getting stuff done. And we just sit here while they ignore us.”

MILES: Miles had been quiet for the entirety of the conversation, carefully listening to everything Sam was saying. It sucked, because he got it. Being Spider-Man was the one time the world didn’t see him as a Black kid first. So, seeing the way everyone treated Sam, who’d only ever been a good hero and a good man, just made him hope and pray that no one ever unmasked him. He never wanted that part of his daily life to bleed into Spider-Man’s. Sam had a shield but nothing protected him from racism. It all left him conflicted—he admired Sam for standing up for himself but part of him felt guilty for not doing the same. It made him begin to see how wearing his mask held a deeper meaning for him than it would for someone like Peter. “We all thought that guy was dead, right?” Miles asked, finally bringing himself back into the conversation between Peter, Cindy, and Riri.

STEVE: Steve was pretty used to the unexpected, but honestly the sight of Vision just had him more than a little taken by surprise. His eyes immediately shot to Wanda, who had resurrected two separate Avengers now and then he looked back to Nat. “Did...we know that was happening?”

CINDY: Cindy glanced to Miles and then back towards Riri, nodding her head as she tilted it to the side. "I'm pretty sure that's what people said, right? That all of Westview is gone, including the Vision that was inside of there?" She remembered that pretty vividly, actually. Mostly because her heart ached for Wanda to have to loose all of that. Family was such a foundation, and losing all of it at once had to be heartbreaking. Cindy had gone through losing her parents, and that was painful enough. And even then, she still had some hope that they were still out there. Actually losing your children and husband had to hurt ten times worse.

PETER: Peter leaned forward, burying his face in his hands, “You’re right,” he glanced to Riri for a brief moment before hiding his face again, “This is pointless. Accountability meeting my ass.” He hoped that last part wasn’t too loud, but just loud enough that his fellow young heroes would hear it. Before he could think of anything else to say, or before any other frustratedly snide remarks came spilling out, he acknowledged Miles’ comment, “Yeah. He was.”

RIRI: If anyone there got it, it was Miles. Riri couldn’t openly say that considering the fact that his identity was more under wraps, but she still glanced over at him with pursed lips before turning back to the group. “--uh, yeah, like three times over. Guess she just keeps bringing him back. I feel like someone should comment on that?”

PIETRO: Pietro narrowed his eyes at Daisy as he passed her, but otherwise said nothing. Had he told anyone about the incident? No. Was that to save Daisy’s ass from Wanda? Also, no. He was merely salvaging his own pride. No one needed to know anything, and as long as she didn’t out herself, all would be fine. “It means, as per usual, we could have stayed home.” he replied bitterly.

NADIA: Positioned to the side of Riri, Nadia had her head resting in her hand. She had been tapping the table lightly with her free hand as she mentally recited the periodic table. It was all to stay awake. They had been up late in the labs and she was exhausted. “Did you bring the snacks?” She turned to Sam ( Alexander ) as she sat up straight.

CRYSTALIA: Light eyes moving from Daisy to Pietro, Crystal waited a beat before nodding slowly. She was more of a representative than her sister, but Medusalith was Queen and that meant she was often too busy to indulge meetings such as these. “I take it there’s precautions this time to stop people from... overstepping?” That was directed at Wanda.

NOVA: Sam’s eyes were carefully trained on whoever was speaking at the time, but he heard Nadia’s request clear as day. Retrieving a small pouch of M&M’s from one of the very few pockets in his suit, he nonchalantly passed it to Nadia beneath the table before revealing a small granola bar for himself, “Of course I did — “ Tearing into the plastic as gently as he could, Sam took a tentative bite, hoping to god no one would call on him to speak in that moment.

DAISY: Daisy could feel Pietro's eyes glaring a hole through her, and she narrowed hers right back as she sat up in her chair and nodded her head firmly. "Yeah, you probably should have stayed at home." He was lucky she had let him leave without forcibly taking him in the other day. She was trying to do him a favor, sympathizing with the whole situation of him running Wanda away after what happened at Westview.

NADIA: “Sucrose. My favorite. Thank you.” Nadia whispered, popping three in her mouth before offering Sam one. She never felt like she had much to contribute to these -- funny, considering how much she usually had to say .”Sam, should we be participating more?”

PIETRO: At Crystal’s concern, Pietro pressed a quick but soft kiss to her temple. “She won’t come over here, I promise.” He assured her. Wanda understood how Crystal felt and even though it tore him in half —Crys needed time. He wouldn’t force that, even as badly as he wanted Wanda to meet his daughter. At Daisy’s comment, Pietro adjusted the baby in his arms and tilted his head in a manner that made him look uncanny to his twin. “Is that meant to be a threat?” He challenged.

DAISY: Daisy glared at Pietro, her one hand firmly gripping the metal table in front of her and the other clenched into a fist as she resisted the urge to just throw a sonic wave in his direction. But she wasn't a vigilante anymore, she was a government agent again. And she couldn't just use violence to solve her conflicts, as much as that was her first instinct sometimes. "I just kind of figured you would have got the message last time, that's all." She settled on, her eyes glancing down at the infant in his arms before shooting him one more hardened look.

MILES: Miles’ gaze met Riri’s and though they didn’t actually speak there was a mutual understanding to be had. He appreciated Cindy and Peter and Gwen, but there were just certain things that it was nice to have someone around that you didn’t have to explain them to. “Should we?” he asked, tilting his head. “I feel like if we just let her have this one, she might chill out.”

CRYSTALIA: Eyes rolling, Crystal muttered under her breath. “She doesn’t need to be near us to do something.” Wanda’s power was vast in a way that scared the Inhuman because there was no one she had grown up with who could do anything close on that scale. Her gaze hardened now as she became half tempted to take the baby to get Luna out of the middle. “I’m a Princess, but I don’t have to use my title and command you, Daisy, an Inhuman subject to tell me what business you have with my fiance, do I?”

PIETRO: He’d taken a breath, words loaded up on his tongue and ready to fly just before Crystal cut him off. At the new piece of information, his mouth closed and he regarded Daisy with surprise and a touch of amusement. Inhuman. And here he thought she’d been mutant. Regardless of his pride, Crystalia wouldn’t be fond of Daisy’s answer should she get one out of her.

DAISY: Daisy's eyebrows shot up pretty quickly at that as she let out a huff of a laugh and tilted her head over at the redheaded Princess. "I'm sorry, did you just call me a subject? " She was smiling, but it definitely was coming from a place of disbelief as she shook her head and chuckled again. "You don't get to decide that I'm suddenly Inhuman enough for you to command when it's convenient for you. I'm a Nuhuman, remember?" Maybe she had suppressed her slight annoyance at being called that when Crystal had tried to welcome her over, but it was coming out in full force now. All her life she felt out of place and isolated from everyone else, and now when she was finally secure in her identity with being an Inhuman, suddenly she's supposed to come to terms with the fact that because of the way it happened to her, she wasn't pure enough? No, that was bullshit. And when she realized that Crystal was asking her what happened, she turned to Pietro, totally amused. "You didn't tell her?"

RIRI: It was still uneven. The amount of white heroes to Black - or POC - was severely tilted. Sam was still there but had taken a seat by Steve and Natasha. Riri didn’t know what to say to him so she opted to sit by her friends instead. They didn’t have answers but that was okay. “Or she’s just gonna keep doing it. Idk. Someone could tell her therapist.” They didn’t need any more crazy white ladies running around.

NOVA: Absolutely nothing was getting done at this meeting after James had stormed out, save for the rehashing of drama and other unrelated topics. Sam could practically feel the tension in the room building, but he graciously accepted an M&M from Nadia whom he was continuously grateful was also present at this, “Honestly, I don’t know if I want to make things worse... although I’m not entirely sure that’s possible at this point.”

CRYSTALIA: “My family governs all Inhumans, and Nuhumans are an accidental offshoot. Our Mists, are responsibility.” Medusa had made a statement when the Mists had spread that they would provide aid for the Nuhumans if need be. Her patience was running thin though, and Crystal faced Pietro. “Tell me what?”

PIETRO: “Should I have gone home and told my fiancee the deranged lady at the avengers compound tried to drag the father of her child into S.W.O.R.D.?” There had been a number of reasons not to tell her — he avoided several arguments and an explanation. At Crystal’s immediate anger, anyone with half a brain would know why he didn’t say anything. “She tore up the road in front of the compound trying to take me in after I took Wanda from the Hex site. Might have worked if she’d been a little faster.” He taunted and as he spoke, Luna gently pulled at the pale strands of his hair and patted the stubble along the side of his jaw.

CRYSTALIA: With no Luna to hold, there was nothing to stop Crystal from crossing her arms over her chest. “Let me get this straight. After being tortured for two weeks by your sister, you left me and our child to visit her but ended up playing hopscotch with her?” She jutted her chin towards Daisy. “And for what reason did you see it fit to try and apprehend him? Wanda willingly went to your custody.” A wind stirred up between them, blowing towards Daisy until Crystal covered her face for a moment. “After what we’ve been put through, you should tell your fiancee the truth.”

PIETRO: Pietro huffed. “No. I stopped by the facility to pick up things from our old room for Luna and you because you wanted to move back to Attilan, on my way in—I ran into her.” he jutted his chin at daisy and glowered. “The whole ordeal took no more than five minutes.” he shrugged.

NATASHA: Through all the fighting, Natasha noticed the buzz of her phone. She had been the one hooked to the front gate of the Facilities from her time living there during the Snap and the permissions had never been removed. As soon as the face ID unlocked her phone, she frowned slightly and quickly excused herself. Nat recognized the faces on the screen but they were the last ones she had expected. After typing in the gate code and opening the fence, she waited with her hands on her hips in the entryway. “I’m surprised you have time from your busy schedule to stop by.” Natasha’s voice was polite as she led the surprise visitor towards the conference room. Opening the door, she came in first with a concerned expression on her face. “Look alive. We have a guest.”’

DAISY: "Still, doesn't mean you govern me. And because I have a job," Daisy stated simply, not seeing what more reason she needed. "Just so we're clear, Wanda broke several laws. And Pietro kidnapped her after she was ready to willingly go into S.W.O.R.D. custody. That's also illegal." She shrugged as she shook her head and rolled her eyes. "And I wasn't trying to take you into custody. I was trying to talk to you, actually. And stated that several times. And then you tried to run again." Daisy wasn't fully sure what Crystal's powers were, but judging by the wind she could only assume it'd put up a fight if need be. Not that Daisy wanted to fight, but she wouldn't hesitate to defend herself. "Trust me, if I had wanted to take you into custody, I would have." She could have thrown boulders at him, or broken one of his legs. But she was doing him a courtesy by not doing any of that.

JOHN: John had been notified of the meeting a few days prior, but that did nothing to quell the small pit of unease that felt like a lead weight in his stomach. His overall reception from the public had been fairly positive, but joining a group of bonafide superheroes, let alone those that had worked the closest with Steve before he decided to give up the shield - there was no telling how this would go. He and Lemar were greeted at the gates to the compound by Romanoff, and John reciprocated her seemingly polite greeting with a soft smile - one that might have felt a little too forced if you looked close enough, “Anything for Earth’s mightiest.” Natasha lead the duo down the hall and John could hear her address the group after entering the room. Straightening up a bit, he followed suit, coming to a stop beside Natasha, instinctively falling into the at ease stance. “Everyone,” he nodded a curt but firm greeting, “John Walker. Captain America. Pleasure to meet you all.”

STEVE: Their phones went off at the same time, but she was up first. He stayed in his chair, observing the notification from the front gate, perhaps longer than necessary. He opened it to pull up the small video display of John Walker standing outside. Steve clicked the phone off and braced himself in time for Nat to walk in with him in tow behind her. Steve didn’t move from leaned position he held with his chin against his knuckles and a blank look on his face as he observed John in a uniform that looked wrong on him.

SAM: This motherfucker. Sam cursed under his breath as Walker entered the room, looking smug in his shiningly patriotic uniform. He felt underdressed in his jeans and sneakers as he stood before the guy who had taken ( been given ) his job and was apparently better at it in the publics opinion. “Walker.” His voice was tight. “Didn’t think this was your scene. Run out of fans to high five?” Despite how the words could have been taken, Sam forced a chuckle into his throat to keep the words light.

NATASHA: With one tight smile, Natasha left Walker’s side to return to her seat by Steve. She leaned over as red hair brushed his shoulder. “Unannounced. Unless you invited him?” No, Steve wouldn’t do that with Sam present. “Not like we can kick him out.”

JOHN: John could tell there was malice behind Sam’s words - why wouldn’t there be? He’d been graciously given the job Sam passed up on, and wanted nothing more than to befriend the man, to fight alongside him - only Sam didn’t seem to feel the same. Far from it. Natasha’s comment didn’t seem to help either, but John’s jaw clenched and he gave Sam that familiar megawatt smile all the TV cameras couldn’t seem to get enough of. “Thought we’d offer our services,” he gestured to himself and Lemar and the other man nodded in acknowledgement, “Wherever needed.”

STEVE: Steve silently shook his head at Nat,  observing John with an empty expression. His chin rested in his hand, gaze wavering between Sam and the kid. “Roster’s kinda full.” Steve said, eyes trained on the uniform that just seemed wrong on him.

SAM: “Tough break, buddy. We’re having group therapy right now.” He left Wanda out, unsure how John/the government felt about her. “I may not be Cap anymore, but I’m sure I can speak for everyone here when I say we’re glad to see you off the screen and in person.” He and Sam had already met, but from what Sam knew Walker hadn’t been around.

CINDY: Cindy raised her eyebrows and slowly glanced over to Peter and all of the other younger heroes sitting next to her. "I kinda wish I had brought some popcorn right about now." She whispered, hoping that she was quiet enough so that the rest of the room didn't hear that.

JOHN: John refused to meet Steve’s eyes for more than a brief second, but standing there, in front of the entire group, he could practically feel the retired Captain’s gaze burning a hole in his head. Chin up, he reminded himself,  This isn’t your fault - they chose you, before turning to address Sam again. “Oh, I’m no stranger to group therapy,” it was clear Sam was mostly joking, but John kept up, firing back, “ - nothing better than getting your feelings right out in the open, eh Sam? Builds good rapport.”

SAM: It was almost impossible for Sam to resist the urge to pull a Bucky and storm out of the room. Walker’s presence felt deliberate. Disrespectful, even, but he didn’t want to start tossing that word around yet. John Walker hadn’t done anything except take a shield that was handed to him -- but that didn’t mean it sat right with Sam. There were quite a few feelings he wouldn’t have minded being out in the opinion, but Sam bit back a retort. “Looks like you picked the wrong night then. This visit spontaneous, or did you know we all had to meet?”

DAISY: Daisy kept her fists clenched under the table as she turned in automatic response to the new entrance in the room. The sight of John Walker walking in was enough to get Daisy’s mind off of wanting to say anything more to Crystal and Pietro. Her hotheadedness was distracted by the interaction between Sam and John, thankfully.

JOHN: Sam’s response was more than expected, but that didn’t make it sting any less. They clearly didn’t want him here. But the government did - and John didn’t work for the Avengers. “Aw, well that’s a shame,” he shrugged, feigning disappointment, “You won’t mind if I hang around for a bit anyway then, will ya?” A grin that would scare the scales off a crocodile followed his quip before blonde brows raised and his expression neutralized, “And it was spontaneous - like I said, just thought I’d drop in. Say hello.”

NATASHA: A brow arched, Nat’s arms crossing over her chest as she shifted in her chair. They had a few things to go over but it would be stupid to dive too deep with John there. You couldn’t exactly talk about how one should go about defying the government if the government was standing there grinning like they were old friends. “Of course not.” Natasha inclined her head towards two empty seats, face blank. “I just realized no one asked. You weren’t planning on applying for membership, were you?” That wasn’t an invite. It was super spy for *if you were planning on asking, don’t.*

JOHN: As the duo moved to occupy the two empty seats, John addressed Natasha with a strained laugh, “I think I’ll leave that gig to you all. Lot less structure in what you do,” they both took, their movements calculated and deliberate, “Us military guys thrive on structure.” John noticed many of the room’s occupants were staring at him, and he’d be lying if it didn’t make him mildly uneasy. But he waved it off, mentally and physically, moving a hand dismissively in Sam and Nat’s general direction, “Go ahead, don’t let me keep you.”

NATASHA: Sending Steve one brief look, Natasha rose from her chair to the front of the room. She braced both her arms on the podium that had been left after some conference with a half smile. “Okay, everyone. You heard the man.” Her smile was manufactured. “Let’s continue.” It’d be fake. It’d be small talk. It’d be, unfortunately, the best that they could do. The game was always changing and the new “Cap” in the room was just one sign of it. They’d have the ext day to recap and strategize. The rest of the night was officially about playing nice.

[arituzz]

Mora

-SNOWBAZ-

Summary:  Simon is eleven years old and he has no friends and no family. There’s a voice inside his head that only he can hear, speaking a language only he can understand. And it may sound crazy, but that’s the only thing that keeps Simon from going insane. (Even though everyone already thinks he’s completely mental.)

OR soulmate au in which you can communicate with your soulmate/s in a language only you understand

Word count: 2263

Rating: T

Tags: soulmates au, a bit of angst (sorry), fluff, enemies to friends to lovers

Also on AO3

For @bazinjeanstm HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNA!! Hope your day was wonderful :) (And hope you like this)

Thank you @eroticgropefest for being my amazing beta, idk what I’d do without you

Ari’s challenge: I sort of “made up” a language for this but if you pay close attention you can actually understand it. Can you crack the code? (Hint: it’s Spanish-based) (Translations are at the end.)

It starts the same way great things always do: casually.

Simon is having lunch–or what the people taking care of him consider lunch–with dozens of other children around him, all being as loud as children are supposed to be, some even louder, thinking about how much he wants them to just shut up, when Simon hears it for the first time.

“Paculdis?”

Simon looks around him but no one is paying him any attention. Simon must have misheard. He decides to ignore it and finish his plate, even though a strange thought settles in the back of his mind: it kind of feels like the voice has come from… inside his head?

The second time, Simon’s snuck out of his dormitory and gone up to the roof again. He’s lying on the floor, looking at the night sky, when someone voices his thoughts.

“Éuq cheno nat tanibo.”

It is not a voice belonging to any person Simon knows. In fact, it actually sounds like Simon’s voice. Except, he hasn’t said anything.

Simon brushes it off again and keeps contemplating the stars, a soft smile drawing on his face.

The third time he hears it, it strikes Simon that the language isn’t English.

“Bessa euq se ed lama cióncaedu rarnoig a guienal euq et táes doblanha?”

And it should be English.

“Teve a al damier,” Simon replies, jokingly, inside his head.

It should be English because Simon doesn’t understand any other language, much less speak them.

But it clearly isn’t English. And Simon does understand it. (And speak it.)

It doesn’t make sense. But that doesn’t matter – most things don’t make sense to Simon, anyway.

Simon is eleven years old and he has no friends and no family. There’s a voice inside his head that only he can hear, speaking a language only he can understand. And it may sound crazy, but that’s the only thing that keeps Simon from going insane. (Even though everyone already thinks he’s completely mental.)

So, Simon keeps talking to the voice.

Simon learns the hard way that he’s the only one in foster care with a voice in his head. The other kids mock him and the adults don’t believe him. But he refuses to think he’s the only one in the world. He knows that somewhere out there, there is a person with Simon’s voice in his head. The voice told him so.

The voice becomes Simon’s friend, his only friend. They teach Simon to defend himself from the other kids. They sing him lullabies at night, so Simon can sleep. They’re the only person who care about Simon.

Simon doesn’t know their gender, he doesn’t care. But he wants to stop calling them “the voice” so he asks for their name.

“Despue memarlla Gomia,” the voice answers.

“Gomia,” Simon repeats. And then he says it again, out loud. He fucking loves how it sounds. Simon knows it’s not their real name, but that’s fine.

Gomia doesn’t ask for Simon’s name, they just call him Mora, and Simon goes with it.

Then Simon starts at Watford and he meets Penny, who tells him that the voice in his head is actually a connection between soulmates, that it’s a thing of the World of Mages.

“My soulmate, Micah, lives in America,” Penny tells him. “But he’ll come to Watford as an exchange student as soon as his school lets him.”

So, that means Gomia is Simon’s soulmate.

“Have you met them?” asks Penny.

“Micah?” Simon asks, stupidly.

“No, idiot. Your soulmate,” Penny says.

“No,” Simon answers, realizing he doesn’t really know anything about Gomia. He feels like he knows them–like he knows them very deeply–but they haven’t actually shared any personal information.

“What’s their name?” Penelope asks.

“Gomia.”

“That’s a weird name.”

That’s a made up name, Simon thinks. Gomia doesn’t want Simon to know who they really are. Simon shrugs. If that’s what they want, Simon will respect it. “Yeah,” he says.

Gomia is supposed to be Simon’s soulmate. It’s hard to process. Simon has always thought of them as a friend. His only friend. But thinking about them as his soulmate feels… right.

Simon meets Agatha and he’s completely stunned by her beauty. He wishes–he hopes–she’s Gomia. Agatha smiles at him.

Simon tells Gomia all about the school of magicks, without giving away any name. He tells them about Baz, his irritating roommate. He tells them about Penny, his second best friend. He doesn’t tell them about Agatha, though. Because if it’s really her, then she’d know, and Simon is afraid that might scare her away.

Simon’s bond with Gomia keeps growing throughout the years. And it’s absolutely clear: he loves them. In every way.

Which makes it unbearably painful when fifth year comes, and Gomia goes.

Simon and Agatha start dating, so Simon guesses–hopes–that she got tired of talking to him through the soulmates connection. Simon supposed it made sense, if they already could communicate with each other in real life, why should they keep the mental bond?

But the fact that it should make sense doesn’t make it any less painful. And the worst of it all is, Simon doesn’t have anyone to tell. And, he’s dying to tell Agatha, but he can’t. Because he can’t lose her.

Simon tries talking to Gomia the summer after fifth year. Nothing.

He tries again after sixth year. Still nothing.

Even after that, Simon doesn’t lose hope. He tries once more after seventh year. It’s been years, but not a single day has passed in which Simon hasn’t thought about Gomia. But there’s still no answer.

Eighth year starts and Simon can’t hold it in anymore. He feels like, if he keeps this for himself any longer, he will explode.

Simon faces Agatha one day. They’re in the Great Lawn and even though their relationship has gone a bit cold, and even though it doesn’t feel completely right, Simon has to try.

“Gomia,” he starts, taking Agatha’s hand. “Rop éuq ay on em blasha?”

“Simon…” Agatha says, letting go of his hand. She closes her eyes and breathes in deeply. “I’m not your soulmate.”

Simon moves to take her hand back but she doesn’t let him. “Of course you are, Agatha.”

“I’m not the voice in your head,” she says. “I don’t have a soulmate.”

“I don’t care,” Simon says. It doesn’t matter, he wants to be with her. “Agatha? I said I don’t care. Fuck the voice, fuck this soulmates bullshit. I want to be with you.”

“Well, I care,” Agatha says, standing up. “I’m sorry, Simon. I can’t do this anymore.”

And like that, she leaves.

That day, Simon tries it one last time. “Et dioo,” he tells Gomia. It’s not true, he can’t hate Gomia, but he wants to hurt them the same way they’ve hurt him.

Nothing.

But that’s not the worst thing. Baz is missing, too. Which obviously means he’s up to something.

Simon looks for him everywhere, but he can’t find him. And that only makes him angrier.

It’s one day at night when he hears it again.

“Mora…”

Simon thinks he’s dreamt it but he has to try anyway.

“Gomia?”

“Mora.”

And just like that, Gomia comes back to Simon’s life, and it feels like they’ve never left. Now that they’re back, Simon wonders how could he possibly have lived without them.

The day Baz comes back, he tells Gomia before going to sleep.

“Ah tovuel im roñepacom ed tocuar,” he tells them, while he looks at Baz sleeping. He wonders where he’s been all this time. What he’s been plotting.

Gomia asks, “Ol baschae ed nosme?”

“Ne tolusoab,” Simon tells them. “Et bachae ed nosme a it,” Simon says, because it’s true–he has missed Gomia. So freaking much.

“Oy biéntam.”

It’s dark in the room, and it’s impossible anyway because Baz isn’t capable of such thing but… he almost looks like he’s smiling.

Simon closes his eyes, and that night, for the first time in months, he can finally sleep.

Simon doesn’t ask Gomia about their disappearance. It doesn’t matter now. He’s so bloody happy to have them back.

Their friendship, or whatever it is, Simon isn’t sure, keeps growing day after day, one late night conversation at a time.

Simon makes it a routine–the same way he had some years ago before Gomia stopped talking to him–every night, he waits for Baz to fall asleep and then turns around to talk to Gomia.

Gomia knows about Baz. They don’t know his name, of course, but they know everything else: that he hates Simon, that he’s evil, that he eats salt and vinegar crisps when he thinks Simon is asleep; that he doesn’t feel like an enemy anymore.

Time goes by and Simon and Baz’s friendship starts unexpectedly and, like a thunder, it rapidly becomes powerful.

Simon doesn’t hide from Baz anymore when he talks to Gomia.

“Good night, Baz,” he tells him. “Gonna talk to my soulmate.”

“‘Night, Simon,” Baz says.

Baz becomes Simon’s third best friend. And Simon loves it. He really does. But… Simon kind of wants to get the relationship to a whole new level. He loves  Gomia but Baz is right there, in the flesh. And he’s doing homework on his desk and a strand of hair falls onto his face and Simon’s hand is already tucking it behind Baz’s ear before he realizes what he’s doing.

“Baz…”

Baz looks at him but doesn’t say anything.

Instead, it’s Gomia who speaks. “Mora…”

Simon inwardly curses Gomia’s terrible timeliness and tells them he can’t talk now.

But the moment’s lost, and Gomia’s intervention actually reminds Simon of something he’s wanted to ask Baz for a long time. “Do you have a soulmate?”

“Yes,” he says.

“Do you… love them?”

Baz swallows. “Yes,” he breathes more than says.

Simon wants to ask Baz a gazillion questions about his soulmate, like what their name is or where they live, he really wants to be a supportive friend. He wants to feel happy for Baz. But all he can say is, “Oh.”

Simon swallows the lump in his throat and tries to ignore the way his heart is cracking.

That night he tells Gomia. He tells them he’s in love with someone. Even if it’s unrequited, Simon needs to tell them. Gomia says they’re a bit sad that Simon is in love with someone else but that it’s fine.

The next day Baz is gone. Simon doesn’t see him all day. He guesses Baz is uncomfortable that Simon almost kissed him so he lets him be. But night comes and Baz is still nowhere to be seen. Simon needs to fix it. He doesn’t want to lose his friend.

So he goes to the only place Baz can be that late in the night: the Catacombs.

He finds Baz there, sitting on the floor, his back resting against the wall, his face hidden behind his hand.

“Baz!” Simon calls him. “Don’t do this.”

Baz withdraws the hand from his face and looks at Simon, surprised. “Do what?”

“Avoid me,” says Simon, now before him. “We’re friends.”

Baz doesn’t say anything.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Simon asks.

Baz turns his head away from Simon, still silent.

“Answer me,” Simon says, falling on his knees and grabbing Baz’s face. “Baz.”

Baz’s eyes are piercing Simon’s. “Quepor et moa, tadioi,” he says, very quietly.

Simon’s heart jumps.

Baz is Gomia.

“Gomia,” he says.

Gomia is Baz.

“Mora–” Baz says.

And then Simon kisses him.

That. That feels so bloody right.

“Wait,” Simon says, letting go of Baz’s mouth but still holding his face. “So, you knew?”

“Yes.”

“Since when?” Simon inquiries.

Simon feels Baz’s hand on his cheek. “Sixth year,” Baz says.

“How?”

“You talk in your sleep.”

“Oh,” Of course. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“We were enemies,” Baz says, his voice breaking a little. “And you were with Wellbelove.”

“That’s when you stopped talking to me?”

“No, you don’t get it,” says Baz. “I didn’t stop talking to you because I discovered you were my soulmate. I stopped because I thought you weren’t, and I wouldn’t have a soulmate that wasn’t you.” Baz lets out a breath. “Simon,” he says. “I chose you.”

“Then why didn’t you speak to me again when you discovered?”

“I just… couldn’t,” Baz says. “You hated me. Both as Baz and as Gomia.”

“I didn’t hate you,” Simon admits. “So you just talked back when Agatha and I broke up?”

“No,” says Baz. “I didn’t know that yet. I just… needed you. To stay sane.”

“I missed you.”

“Yeah you told me.”

“No,” says Simon. “I mean, I lied. I missed you, Baz.”

“But we were enemies.”

Simon shrugs. “I missed you, anyway.” Simon moves to get closer to Baz again but he stops midway. “Wait. I still don’t get it,” he says. “If you knew… Then why are you hiding from me now?”

Baz looks away. “You told me you like someone else.”

No way. “Dopitúes.” Fucking. Idiot. “You are the someone else.”

“I am?”

Simon nods as he closes the distance between him and Baz.

“Mora,” Baz says, so low it’s almost a whisper.

“Can I call you Mora, too?” Simon asks.

“Yes,” Baz says, the smile on his lips filling his voice. “Love.”

Simon kisses him. He kisses him so much it’s hard to breathe. But it doesn’t matter.

“Mora.”

It doesn’t matter because he’s kissing Baz. Gomia. Mora.

Baz, his friend.

Baz, his love.

His soulmate.

-NIF-

Translations:

Paculdis? = ¿Disculpa? = I’m sorry?

Éuq cheno nat tanibo = Qué noche tan bonita = What a lovely night

Bessa euq se ed lama cióncaedu rarnoig a guienal euq et táes doblanha? = ¿Sabes que es de mala educación ignorar a alguien que te está hablando? = Do you know it’s rude to ignore someone who’s talking to you?

Teve a al damier = Vete a la mierda = Fuck off

Despue memarlla Gomia = Puedes llamarme Amigo = You can call me Friend

Gomia = Amigo = Friend

Mora = Amor = Love

Rop éuq ay on em blasha? = ¿Por qué ya no me hablas? = Why don’t you talk to me anymore?

Et dioo = Te odio = I hate you

Ah tovuel im roñepacom ed tocuar = Ha vuelto mi compañero de cuarto = My roommate’s back

Ol baschae ed nosme? = ¿Lo echabas de menos? = Did you miss him?

Ne tolusoab = En absoluto = Not at all

Et bachae ed nosme a it = Te echaba de menos a ti = I missed you

Oy biéntam = Yo también = Me too

Quepor et moa, tadioi = Porque te amo, idiota = Because I love you, idiot

Dopitúes = Estúpido = Stupid

(snowbaz fic masterlist)

[cablestatic1184]

for the f/o questions ask game:

💥: how do they feel about themselves, and how does their self worth effect them?

✒: main source of motivation?

❌: what makes it obvious that they're lying?

💥= hoooo boy. TeVe is my OC but the version of her I selfship with and the actual character in my world Corla are different, selfship TeVe is technically a “saved” version, she starts off the same; aggressive, troubled, and very traumatised, due to the fact she lost her qpr partner to the Corruption (a parasite that attacks primarily the brain, it’s characterised by black goop lol), she goes on to try and help people by smuggling them out of Huzlip (the country she is from which is the most affected by the Corruption) into Kinalai (the country that originally oppressed and still relatively does despite the Huzlipian Revolution) because while most Huzlipians fucking hate Kinalaians, they would rather be in a country that hates them than die a painful and slow death. When she inevitably has to kill off somebody (a mother’s child) who was infected by the Corruption to ease their pain, her mind warps almost entirely. Her already existing OCD worsens tenfold and while in the “saved” version, this is where she quits that job as she can’t mentally handle it and “leaves the city to die somewhere else” (told by her friend Cosmo in the original story, except Corla TeVe denies it and continues), her OCD affects a lot of her life, her working out because less of a hobby and more of a requirement (going to failure regularly to the point of damage) and having problems with spills and things tricking her brain into thinking she’s infected (scared to hurt my S/I). She slowly gets better but it does affect her self worth gravely, and makes it hard for her to be connected with people, she struggles to relate to my S/I and his BPD and she struggles to understand being in love (that moment in her past made her OCD basically make her feel unlovable, in the sense of unfeeling rather than self loathing), she’s shut off from the event in a lot of emotional aspects but the whole self-ship plot line is for helping her slowly come to terms with it, her and Charlie/Fox’s relationship actually makes up quite a bit of her self worth, because she sees someone she cares about so strongly is in love with her and it helps her slowly recover !! (Sorry I am those self shippers that are ANGSTY :3)

✒️ = her original motivation in life was losing her qpr partner, the second was for that child - that nobody ever had to suffer like that again, her new motivation for actually settling down and healing due to the damage she did to herself pushing for those previous two motivations is just Charlie/Fox’s sake, she still helps with carrying people over borders but in a lot less corrupted city in Huzlip and actually part of an underground corporation with support available rather than a small team of guys desperate to help, she hates not doing more or taking the “easier option” but she knows (thanks to Fox) that it’s all she can really do without killing herself in the process. She’s motivated to heal by the power of love and friendship LMAOOO.

❌ = she is quite good at lying, her job requires lying about basically a whole half of her day to authorities and untrustworthy people that may report her, but when it comes to her boyfriend she finds it an actual struggle to lie, not necessarily in a good way either, it feels like her filter is completely eroded and it does cause some disputes sometimes, when she does lie it can be difficult to tell because of the helmet blocking her face but her fists will often scrunch up more and she’ll straighten up her body, almost like she realises you’re going to figure her out and therefore just wants to intimidate you into ignoring it.

THANK YOU FOR ASKING AND FUELING MY AUTISM :3 - ALGAE

[cablestatic1184]

yay !! - algae

[cablestatic1184]

I have bpd n I think maybe I might also have npd bc they can be comorbid (like a 38% of cases or smth like that) n I’m just thinking abt my f/o and oc TeVe giving me supply bc it makes me kick my lil legs

little work in progress of her redesign, obviously she has all these patches and matching things with me, why wouldn’t she?!?! - algae

[cablestatic1184]

[ID: a screenshot of a pony from the game PonyTown, a lot of options have been put together to make a TV-head pony wearing a jacket, studded bracelets, red headphones, a pair of shorts with leggings under, a short tail with brown fluff coming down, and red sneakers. Above the pony says : TeVe | fist emoji | INT | Vulpes’ wife. End ID]

made TeVe on pony town ! - algae

[cablestatic1184]

📺 🛠️ TeVe ‘’ S SiDEBL0G -> 🧷🧦

[PT: TeVe’s Sideblog. End PT]

[ID: an image of a zoomed in shot of black jeans with the words: BOYFRIEND TO SOME GIRLFRIEND TO OTHERS, embroidered on it red, capital text. End ID]

———————————————📺🍔————————————————

-> Hiya! This is @the-cookie-jar-system’s side blog for my OC (original character) and F/O (fictional other), TeVe/TV. More information under the cut, please read :3 (I have BPD, DID, Autism, probably ADHD and I struggle with schizoaffective disorder)

(she/her for TV 📺, he/it for me 🍔)

-> With any other F/Os am I completely fine with sharing, but specifically TeVe, I am non-sharing. (You can call her hot and say you want her and stuff, that’s fine, I get it :3 but no Selfshipping with her specifically)

-> I’m using this blog for anything that reminds me of her, anything I draw and write, and that’s basically it :3

-> I am a system, however me (algae) is pretty much always frontstuck and is the only one who actually cares about TeVe so therefore will most likely be the only one posting :]

-> While I am cringe and free in most aspects, I still get a bit embarrassed writing and drawing myself in romantic situations, so therefore I often use the name “Fox” and draw the body with fox ears, a fox tail and fox paws, to kind of separate myself from it when I’m feeling a bit shameful, we are unlearning shame with this one boys!

-> I don’t really do tone tags, I can’t remember them, sorry.

-> I pride myself in getting my martial arts terminology right however I am also new to Brazilian Jujistu (only done it for a year and a couple months) and I practiced Muay Thai for a small amount of time before realising it just wasn’t for me, so correct me if I get a term wrong!

-> I love food and don’t tag it, beware.

———————————————📺🍔————————————————

🕹️🛢️ i ‘’ M G0NNA THR0W UP T0NiGHT !! -> DNi !! 🥊🧨

[PT: I’m gonna throw up tonight! DNI! End PT]

Don’t interact with me if

-> Basic DNI criteria (racism, homophobia, transphobia, anti-religion etc.)

-> Anti-contradictory labels (lesboy, turigirl etc.) (I’m a nonbinary butch man so like, good luck here I guess)

-> Anti-selfship / yumeship

-> Anti-MOGAI

-> bring system drama in here (I am traumagenic, I don’t care about endos, leave me alone (unless you’re like.. fucking weird <- vagueing about an endo I knew who had a system from “losing their streak on duolingo”, then leave me the FUCK alone.))

-> Can’t handle slurs being reclaimed (I use the f slur, t slur and mental illness I have’s slurs, I’ll tag if needed)

-> Anti-self dx.

-> I’ll add later when I need to.

———————————————📺🍔————————————————

🎧🥋 i’’ M HAViNG THE TiME 0F MY LiFE !! -> TAGS !! 🩹🦷

[PT: I’m having the time of my life! Tags! End PT]

-> #i’m gonna meet someone - teve / tag for anything TeVe related

-> #i’m gonna fall in love - foxcable / tag for anything me x TeVe

-> #i’m gonna get thrown out of the club - my art / my art :p

-> #i’m gonna write my name on the side of something - other’s art / other’s art :p

-> #i’m gonna take pride in something - stims / stims that remind me of either TeVe or both of us.

-> #i’m gonna feel alive or something - misc. / other stuff i make that isn’t drawing or writing.

-> #sparks will fly magic will happen - asks / asks :p

-> #i’m gonna hate myself - shame corner / i make something and get embarrassed by it lmao

all lyrics are from Tonight by That Handsome Devil (i love him my main blog’s theme is literally just him lol.)

———————————————📺🍔————————————————

[ID: a tumblr post by @/sapphling on October 9 reading: i’m a boy in a slutty way and a girl in a scary way. End ID]