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paperweight91 · 8 months ago
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🔥
My love, the one the only JOHNNY STORM.
Sorry I got so far behind on this the words were there…they just wouldn’t come out!
The Heat of the Moment, Showed in Your Eyes
Pairing: Johnny Storm x reader (Cutter)
Warnings: makeout sesh, discussions of hunting people.
W/C: 751
A/N: the next in our line of teases for We’re All Monsters! I’m kind of in love with these two! Please send me all the feedback! Reblogs and comments are a form of love ❤️
You filed your nails and huffed one more time as you sat in the passenger side of the blacked out SUV. Cole sat beside you rolling his eyes.
“Is there a particular reason why we are sitting in the middle of a field, in the middle of nowhere Cutter?” He was squinting as he looked over at you.
“Maybe you should ask less questions, and do more of what you’re told, huh?” Why had Steve made you take Cole? Anyone else would have been better than him.
You checked your watch. He was late…again. Of course those wolves never had any regard for your time, your life. Sure you were undead, but your time was still precious.
Before you could pull your phone out to call and see what was going on, you distantly heard the rev of a sports car. You sighed and went back to filing your nails.
“It’s like he’s trying to draw attention to himself, Jesus.” You mumbled.
Cole stepped out of the SUV and you followed, you couldn’t let him interact with Ari’s crew too much. They would see him as a weakness for Steve. As soon as you stepped out you felt your fangs drop. The scent of fresh blood hung in the air.
Johnny stepped out of the bright red corvette, a smirk on his face and a wink to you.
“Hey Dollface, Ari said you guys would just love these two.” It was then you saw a few other wolves from Ari’s pack that you vaguely recognized pulling two humans from one of their blacked out SUVs.
You recognized them both on sight, and heard Cole give a small whimper. You rolled your eyes and licked your lips. These two hunters had been after Steve - and by proxy you and Cole for years. A few years ago they had almost got Cole.
“You make it sound like you’re doing us a favour Storm.” You glared at Johnny, your hands on your hips.
Johnny simply smiled and motioned for the two other wolves to place the humans in the back of your SUV. “Cutter and I need to sort out what our payment will be. Wait here.” Johnny winked at you and turned to walk towards the tree line nearby.
You glanced at Cole and growled out a “Stay here.” Before following after the hot headed man.
Once you both were out of eyesight and earshot, the air around you both changed. Johnny had you pushed up against the nearest tree, his thigh between yours. You moaned and ground down against him while searching for his mouth.
He tsked and pulled further away. “C’mon now Cutter, you know we actually do have to talk about payment here.”
You rolled your eyes, “how bout I suck you off and we all go our merry ways.”
Johnny huffed, “I’m sure Ari would love to know that.” You smirked and ran your nails down his back just how he liked. “He wants Steve to give him open hunting on the East Coast for this.”
Those words stopped you dead. You knew Steve would never agree to that, not ever, and certainly not for Ari. “So your boss has completely lost his mind.”
Johnny gave you a sad smile, “I don’t know Cutter, I really don’t.”
You twisted your mouth thinking about what Steve’s counter would be. “Steve’s offered payment is an open hunting for the next week, in the Boston area.”
At that Johnny extricated himself from you fully. “We already have open hunting in the Boston area, babe. Ari’s not gonna go for it.”
You shrugged and slipped your knife from your inside pocket. “That’s his offer, take it or leave it.”
You played with the point to distract yourself from Johnny’s gaze. “You gotta be able to sweeten the deal at least a little?”
When you glanced up you saw Johnny giving you his puppy dog eyes. You admired him for a moment, from his barely there hair, to his bright blue eyes, down his slender nose to his plump lips. “Fine, the East Coast for the next week. But only the next week, after that you’re all back to your farm fresh diet.”
Johnny beamed and pulled you into his arms. The two of you stood rocking to a song only you both seemed to know. Johnny kissed the top of your head and murmured an “I love you” into your hair. You sighed and whispered an “I love you too” into his neck.
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biteofcherry · 2 months ago
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Hi Eva! I'm very intrigued by Soft Firm 101 👀
Heeee 😁 Soft Firm 101 is a continuation of Your Soft Doll, aka Steve and yours next video content in your dream library nook! It's of course spicy, but also disgustingly cute and flirtatious.
Here's my absolutely favorite moment from what I have so far:
You found it a bit weird that he didn’t greet you at the door, your confusion increasing as you heard him talking to someone as you walked inside. It sounded like a one-way conversation; Steve’s voice soft, if slightly resigned.  As you stepped into the open living space, you realized Steve resigned himself to the fate of a cat’s cuddlepole.  A fluffy, white cat held his forearm hostage, having wrapped all four limbs around it and purring loudly in contentment. Soft, vibrating sound only increased when Steve scratched behind its ear with his free hand. “You really are a pussy whisperer, huh?” You snorted, watching the whole scene in amusement. Steve’s head shot up and he stared at you for a moment, before bursting out laughing.  The sound of it - so deeply warm and infectious - startled the kitty, who let go of his arm and rolled away, only to stare at Steve in confusion.  Your pussy, in turn, was very much delighted by the sound and the sight of Steve. 
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wip name game
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navybrat817 · 4 months ago
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KRIS. When I tell you I would be his queen in a second, I wouldn't hesitate. I might pretend to be miffed. For a moment. "I have to marry King Arthur? Oh, no!"
I'll wear nothing but a tiara while he makes me ride him on this throne.
Please.
Love and thanks! ❤️
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bigtreefest · 3 months ago
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Ooo, can I please hear more about Intimidation Game?
Oh course you can! Intimidation Game is gonna be a Ransom fic based off a convo I had with @brandycranby a little while back. This was asked by both you and @biteofcherry 👀🫡
The basic premise is Ransom trying to be intimidating, and everyone else knowing to stay away, except for reader. They’re the only one who challenges him. And to be honest, he’s a little bit intimidated by them, too. So it’s semi rival-y, until Ransom traps reader in a doorway, you know that thing where he braces his arm above you so you’re semi-trapped and it’s kinda hot and makes your heart race? That. 🥵🫠 and he leans down real close, nose to nose. Is that a kiss op?🫣🤷🏻‍♀️ someone may get tackled with a demand for ending this dance, the tables could get turned…😏
WIP Ask game
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foxgloveprincess · 4 months ago
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Soooo.... I saw that you're working on a Curtis story. I'm sure you've gathered that I'm such a whore for him. 🙃 Any thots/details that you're willing to share?? 💜💜
Kris, I 👏🏻 got 👏🏻 you 👏🏻
So, you remember this little blurb? Curtis and the club?
The story I’m working on has sort of become a prequel to it. How Curtis and his reader got to the point where they’re so intoxicated by each other, addicted to each other’s touch. At this point, Curtis has got his curvy reader over his shoulder in the club and is carrying her off. 🤭 Also, in my WIP at this point, he calls her Smush.
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thezombieprostitute · 10 months ago
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Dropping in to pay you back with your own round of FMK. That's right, it's Fanta, Mountain Dew, and Kool-Aid! 🤣🤣 So which toxic soft drink are you sharing with
Bucky Barnes
Jake Jensen
Jonathan Pine
Bonus points if you can give us specific flavors 😘
Oooo! I can't remember the last time I had Fanta or Kool-aid so I've gotta think about those two for Barnes and Pine.
Because, let's face it, Mountain Dew with Jake just makes sense. It's "gamer fuel"! I like plain Dew best and would happily share some with my cute gamer.
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I'm gonna cheat a little here and use Orange Fanta and mix it with vodka to make Creamsicles to share with Jonathan. I don't think he's ever tried one before but he's the type to be a good sport and, at least, try it for me.
He's also actually susceptible to the alcohol, unlike Bucky, so it could lead to some fun.
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I'd have to share blue raspberry Kool-aid with Bucky. Why? Because when I say, "this tastes like blue" I want him to have some frame of reference. He's a little out of touch on contemporary food stuffs and flavors and "blue" is definitely one of them!
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navybrat817 · 17 days ago
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Ahh! Neighbor!Steve is back and beautiful as ever. I would look terrible after being in the rain and would likely have the same reaction to him. He's perfect. 😍
random hoeing:
Steve catching you in the rain, his white shirt completely soaked and transparent
Ok, this has to be Neighbor Steve.
Warnings: explicit language, more fluff than I normally do, completely unedited, 18+ - MINORS DNI
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After Steve caught you ogling him during the heatwave, the tone of your conversations when you run into him in your building has gotten decidedly flirtier. But for whatever reason, that's where it's stopped. As much as you've tried to send signals that you are very open to more, he's never taken you up on it. Which is fine. It's fine. Totally fine. You are very cool with it. The thought of it definitely doesn't make you shrivel up inside. You are so cool.
All of that is the furthest thing from your mind right now, though, as you and your dog run through the rain. It'd been such a nice day, but as you hit the halfway point of your usual longer route, the sky unexpectedly opened up and you and your poor dog were hit by an absolute downpour. Now, finally home, you're both completely soaked and desperate to get inside and dry.
After some fumbling, you get the door to your building unlocked and opened. Just as you're about to get inside and let the door close behind you, you hear your name ring out. You turn around to see Steve hurrying up the path. "Hold the door!" he yells.
You freeze, doing as he asked. Holy shit. He's just as soaked as you, but while you're sure you look like a drowned rat, he very much does not. He– Well. He– He's wearing that damned white t-shirt again. Except it's not white now, it's translucent. You can see everything – that tattoo you spotted before, and a few more to go with it, an incredible set of abs, nipples. Holy shit.
He quickly ushers you inside, thank god, because you can't move on your own, your eyes still stuck to his chest. "Fuck, that came out of nowhere, huh?" he chuckles.
The moment you're out of the rain, your dog proceeds to do her best to shake herself dry, as if the three of you weren't already dripping all over the entryway. "Oh, shit," you mumble, reaching for her without really knowing what to do.
Steve just laughs. And then does it himself, shaking out his golden locks. Part of his hair flops down over his forehead, and you do your best to hold in your gasp. Really it's just so unfair that he could get caught in a rainstorm and come out looking like that. What the actual fuck? you think to yourself.
Except, judging by the way his head whips around to look at you, maybe you didn't think it. Maybe it was more out loud than you'd meant. Oh god. You immediately start babbling, which is unfortunately just as uncontrollable as the initial slip-up you're trying to make up for. "Oh, god, I'm so sorry. I just– I mean– Look at you!" You throw a wild gesture at him as he just stares at you with his mouth open, trying to take in your ramble. "It's cats and dogs out there and you look like that?? While I–" another wild gesture, at yourself this time. "I just– How is it fair that you're so beautiful??"
"You think I'm beautiful?" he finally manages to interject.
"Huh?" And that's when your brain finally catches up. Oh dear god. What is wrong with you?? You cautiously glance at him to find him staring at you, not upset, but like he's trying to figure you out. Fuck it, you suddenly think. You've already embarrassed yourself. You have nothing left to lose. "You wanna get dinner with me sometime?"
You swear that the smile that blooms on Steve's face is bright and warm enough to dry you both off. "I was starting to worry I was reading your signals wrong. Yeah. Yeah, I'd love to."
Your answering smile is strong enough to push all the clouds away.
Thanks for the fun prompt, Eva!
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veltana · 29 days ago
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Hi Cate! 31 and 42 for the weirder asks, please!
From this
31. Old rock music like Iron Maiden's early stuff and Queen but also fun Disney songs! 😂
42. I play a game called Merge Cartoon and I accidentally got my partner and brother-in-law hooked on it too. I play that a lot! 😅🙈
Thank you for playing ❤️
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caplanbuckybarnes · 2 months ago
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Happy birthday, Caplan!!! 🎉🎉🎉
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ilysm <3 thank you so much <3
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paperweight91 · 11 months ago
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Ok, Chelsea, what about this?
You just got back from staying with family over the holidays. When you go to make yourself some dinner you realize your cupboards are bare. So you rush out for an emergency grocery run. But oh no! When you get to the register, you realize you forgot your wallet. Luckily, there's a good samaritan in line behind you who offers to pay for your food.
Who is it?
Are they feeling generous or do they make you pay them back somehow??
Breakdown, Aisle 3
W/C:1012
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x reader
A/N: Okay so I had two immediate thoughts pop into my head for this, and in an amazing show of restraint I only did one of them. (Yes I’m patting myself on the back) but I have to say this is such a fun prompt that I feel like it could have gone soooo many different ways. I hope you like it lovely ☺️ comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated ❤️
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Your chest heaved on an exhale as you finally got on the highway. Christmas was always your favourite time of year, but your family was stressful to put it nicely. Knowing that you were just an hour away from home was enough to have you feeling so, so relaxed. You cranked up the radio to keep you awake on the drive and coasted home.
You came into your apartment feeling lighter, but also starving. That ravenous hunger that would only ever hit when you had pushed yourself for far too long without eating. Throwing your purse on the island, where it skidded across and fell off the other side making you huff. That was a later you problem, food first. You turned on a house flipping show for some background noise and started to look through your cabinets. Nothing. You checked your fridge. Not even milk.
Smacking your forehead you remembered why, donating a bunch of non-perishables for the holidays and throwing out your entire fridge before going to your parents maybe wasn’t the best idea you had. You groaned and stomped your foot, why you?
Collecting your purse off the floor you raced back down to the parking garage. You would pick up enough for dinner and something for breakfast before doing full groceries tomorrow. You went to the closest supermarket, a little on the higher end, but it would be fine for one night.
You made a beeline for the frozen food section, letting out a sad noise when nothing appealed to you. Maybe it was a snacks for dinner kind of night. A new plan in mind you grabbed all of your favourite snacks, and a few treats. You also grabbed a nice fresh loaf of French bread something you would rarely get just for yourself. Happy with your haul, you made your way to the barren checkout line.
Unloading your cart, you heard a huff behind you. Glancing up to see a striking man, with only one item. He was clean shaven with bright blue eyes, his hair swept back just so. He was glaring at the conveyer belt, a hand on his hip. You sighed, your hunger could wait for this impatient man, “do you want to go first?” As the question left your lips you heard the beep of your first item being scanned.
He rolled his eyes, and waved his hand dismissively. “Seems like it’s not an option now.”
Feeling heat in your face, you turned back to unloading as quickly as you could. Of course you would piss off the only stranger you run into in the supermarket. You rushed to bag your items, thankful you at least remembered your bags.
“That’ll be $85.50” the cashier looked so bored, you almost forgot they were there.
You pulled your purse up, rummaging through. Your movements got more urgent as your fingers kept missing the familiar square of your wallet. “No. No, no, no!”
The man behind you huffed again. “Really?”
You turned to him, panic written clearly across your face, causing his expression to morph from irritation to concern. Tears beaded in your eyes as you continued what you knew now was a wasteful search. “My, my wallet. It’s not…” you covered your face with your hands. You were so hungry. The stupid thing must be laying on your floor somewhere.
The stranger sighed this time, passing his lone box of cookies to the cashier, “Add this to the bill.” He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and quickly paid for the entire haul.
“Put the cart away.” His tone was soft, but it was clearly an order as he picked up all of your bags, tossing his cookies on top of on haphazardly. You stood in shock for a moment before he rolled his eyes at you and pointed at the cart. You jumped and quickly grabbed the cart, wheeling it back to the front of the store and putting it back in neatly. You heard a snort behind you.
Turning to glare at the haughty stranger, you found yourself softening as he gripped your grocery bags. You nodded and lead him out of the store towards your car. You popped the trunk, and he placed your bags carefully in the back. “Thank you,” you murmured. “I’m sorry about all that, I can’t believe I left my wallet at home.”
He closed your trunk, and leaned with one hand on the vehicle. He took in your full appearance. Starting from the old running shoes you had thrown on before leaving the house, coming all the way up to your hair, which you had thrown into a quick bun. “It’s nothing.” He said quietly. His petulant attitude seemed to have been left in the store.
“It’s not!” You’re quick to reply, “I just got back from spending the most exhausting visit with my family. And realized I was the idiot who decided to clean out my fridge before leaving. And then you swoop in to save me!”
The man still leaning against your, now has a road grin spreading across his face. “Ransom.” He says only that one word and you realize it’s his name. You give him yours and hold out your hand.
He takes your hand in a firm grasp. Not shaking, just holding. Your lashes flutter as you look up at him. “Would you maybe want to join me for a late night snack?” You’ve never done this before, what were you doing?
Ransom smirks and chortles slightly at your horror at your own words. “Well it’s the least you could do, since I did in fact buy it all.” He winked at you and you felt butterflies take off in your stomach. “Besides, I now need to know why your family is so exhausting. Because mine will make your head spin.” You laughed and reached back into your purse taking out your phone. The two of you exchanged numbers, and you texted him your address.
Maybe forgetting your wallet at home wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
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darsynia · 5 months ago
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Oh my gosh I'm so running around in circles in my mind all excited!! I'm so glad you like this so far! I'm super proud of this story (it goes places that are supported but unpredictable, we'll say), thank you so much for reading! Your kind words absolutely buoy me up and I'll be floating all night! Eeee!! don't mind me, i'm just making sure I get the most out of my exclamation mark subscription before it renews
Me, driving to the next chapter:
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Just Right | Ch 1
(Steve Rogers/F!Reader, post-Ultron multi-chapter)
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Summary:
You've been in love with Steve Rogers for at least a year, but he treats you the same way he treats every other member of the team-- with respect, but nothing more. It takes an inter-dimensional mistake and a whole second, more assertive, actually interested Steve for you to realize that you don't want just any version of Steve Rogers-- you want the one you've been pining for all this time.
Length: 2,998
FIC MASTERLIST | NEXT CHAPTER | MCU MASTERLIST
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Ok so the thing is, I adore @ronearoundblindly, and I decided to write her this. The idea I got also very happily fits with my Avengers Bingo square of 'Is it permanent?' It's not my first Steve fic, but it is my first Steve/Reader! I hope you like it Ro.
Reader's nickname 'Dine is pronounced 'Dean.'
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Chapter One
You simply can’t believe this is happening.
Fifteen minutes ago, while you were going over proposed alterations to Sam Wilson’s Falcon suit, a person who looked exactly like Steve Rogers walked through the wall right beside you.
“Oh my God!” you’d immediately said. “Do not tell me that Stark created some kind of matter splitter that lets a person walk through walls, please? I live here. I don’t want to put alarm lasers in my bathroom, but I’ll do it!”
Steve had looked behind him at the solid wall and seemed surprised. “I’m sorry miss, but just a second ago, that was a doorway.”
“If you two are trying to distract me out of noticing that the controls for Redwing are different, it’s not going to work!” Sam said, his focus remaining on the sketch you’d mocked up for him.
You’d looked back over to Steve, and that’s when you noticed that something was… off. First of all, you hadn’t designed that uniform, but he did have a few vintage ones still floating around. Second of all, his hair was longer than it had been the previous day at the monthly midday meeting.
The third difference was the way he was looking at you. Admiringly. Something he’d never done before-- you would have noticed. 
Sam asked a question about one of the altered features, and as you went through your explanation, you’d kept an eye on the way Steve was wandering through the large room. He seemed to be growing more and more confused, picking up an item to frown at it, walking around one of the free-standing computer terminals, and generally seeming lost. More than once, you’d caught him looking over at you in confusion.
With alarm bells going off in your head, you had made a decision. “You know what, Sam, I think I just caught a problem with this. Can I fix that and have you go back over it tonight, after the dinner thing?”
“Sure, ‘Dine. How many wings did you sign up for?” Sam had said challengingly.
“Oh no you don’t! That’s confidential information. Not as many as you, that’s all I’ll say.”
“You know it. See ya, Steve,” he’d said on his way out. You’d walked along with him, and once Sam was through the door, you hit a very specific button on the panel next to it.
“I think you know I could probably break through any one of these walls,” Not-Quite-Steve said from across the room. He sounded regretful.
“I mean, you could try, but this room is fortified. We test prototypes here, and not every invention behaves as expected,” you’d replied, a little proud of your deliberate double meaning. The button had sent an alert to just Stark, for now, but it also turned on a live recording of the whole room, displayed in certain spaces all throughout the complex.
“That’s why there are no windows,” Faux-Steve observed calmly. “Basement of the tower?”
You had willed yourself not to react to that. After the disaster with Ultron, after losing Bruce to fury and almost losing Stark to guilt, they’d all moved upstate, away from the bad memories. Was this Steve from their past or a whole other future? Was he really Steve at all?
“What were you doing right before you came here?” you asked, walking slowly over to the locker area. You’d probably fit into a few of the things there, if you had to.
“Arguing with Tony over something I thought he shouldn’t be doing.” He’d offered her a thin smile and slipped his hands into his pockets, like that would make him seem less dangerous. You knew better. “Look, whatever it was, it sent me here, and this ‘here’ isn’t my here.”
Natasha had taught you never to give too much away. “Oh?”
“My ‘here’ doesn’t have--” 
Before Fake Steve could finish his sentence, Stark burst into the room completely suited up, and things had gotten chaotic from there. 
You’re on your way up to one of the open office rooms to write down everything you can remember, but as you get closer to the correct floor, you slow down. You have a bit of a dilemma, and no amount of reassuring yourself is helping.
The sticking point is how you realized something was wrong, what first made you recognize a discrepancy. The longer hair thing will probably be enough, but it isn’t the whole truth. You don’t want to reveal the whole truth, because the whole truth involves something you’ve kept to yourself for over a year.
The real truth is you are head over heels in love with Steve Rogers. Your Steve Rogers, except he isn’t yours. He’s never looked at you the way this one just did.
You haven’t let that be a problem, of course. You’re in your dream job; after being in armor fabrication and development at Stark Industries for years, you’d been recruited by Tony Stark himself to work with the Avengers. It’s been a genuine pleasure creating individual designs that are tailored to each fighter’s strengths and weaknesses, instead of the mass-produced stuff you’d worked on for Stark Industries. 
You’d tried hard not to let yourself show any favoritism, after you’d realized your crush on Steve wasn’t going away. You don’t even call him Steve, except in your own head-- but all of that is at risk right now. You’re tuned to indifference, and the open interest you’d caught a glimpse of today is sending your senses reeling.
“Hey, ‘Dine. Tony sent me up to make sure you’re okay, said you looked a little shaken up.” It’s Natasha, and she’s coming your way down the hall. Now you’re even more shaken, because if Stark noticed, Nat sure as hell will.
“I need to write this shit down, but yeah, a little bit,” you admit. “It’s like if instead of Vision, the model in the cradle was Rogers, and they got him 95% right.” With a 5% ‘thinks I’m cute’ flaw, you don’t say aloud.
Nat follows you inside and stands waiting as you busy yourself with finding an incident report and the exact right pen. You handle it right up until you start writing your name and her shadow darkens the rest of the paper.
“Something you need?”
“You’re freaked out.”
“Well, yeah. If an interdimensional version of St-- Rogers is able to stroll into our test room, we’re going to need some equally interdimensional protections for this place, not to mention a thousand thousand other important locations all across the country!” You’d just picked something out of midair to bluff her, but it’s the truth, and now you’re even more worried. You set down the pen and look up at Natasha. “What if they need him, Nat? What if we can’t send him back?”
“If it’s something Tony built, Tony can build it,” she says pragmatically. “One worry at a time.”
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“There she is!”
You’re late to the gathering, and you’re going to have to make up an excuse, because the forty-five minutes you spent dithering over your clothing choices had everything to do with the image you wanted to present tonight. You ended up going with something casual, dressed-down, because as much as you’d felt a little thrill at the way Alternate Steve had looked at you, it had been disconcerting and alien. No way did you want to foster more of that.
You look up and smile weakly at Sam-- until you remember something. “Shit, Sam, your thing! I’m so sorry, I didn’t go back in the room after--”
He comes over and slings an arm around your shoulders, comfort bred by familiarity. “No, I get it. Don’t worry, manufacture isn’t set for another week.”
You relax into the hug, slip a hand around his waist and squeeze before both of you let go. “It’s just that I promised--” This time it’s Sam’s expression that interrupts you.
“You know you design this stuff, you don’t have to act like armor yourself, right? You sensed something right away, didn’t you? And you got me out of the room.”
Stark’s loud, defensive voice cuts through your mumbled explanation.
“-veryone’s giving me shit over this, but I’m not the one who screwed up! And I’m the one who’s going to fix it, so lay blame on the correct Stark! Who is, for once, not me.” He’s been making his way over to you to thrust your favorite beer in your hand without asking. You look around for Sam, but he’s gone. “If anyone should be mad, it’s ‘Dine,” he shouts over his shoulder. In a quieter voice he adds, “Don’t tell them I said this, Brigandine, but I apologize on behalf of my bumbling alternate universe counterpart. Who knows what kind of weird traits IMPOST-Steve has that our version doesn’t!”
You already feel sick, and you haven’t drunk or eaten anything yet.
Stark drags you over to the catered wings and fills a plate for you without paying much attention to the cues you’re trying to give him, which is tipsy-typical. Honestly, you’re kind of grateful; with a plate piled high you’ll have every excuse to focus on your meal instead of the cluster around the Steves. Your gregarious boss at least carries it for you, and you indicate the farthest table. This earns you a bit of a concerned look, but you just clink your beer against his and tell him to shoo.
It’s interesting watching the seemingly identical men holding position, holding court, really, as the various Avengers and associated staff ebb and flow around them. It takes a good hour (and half of your plate) for each person to get some time with the newcomer, after which the lights dim a bit, along with everyone’s senses. This is the open-bar payment for the all-hands monthly midday meeting of the day before. Not all the attendees actually live at the compound; you only see the whole team once a month.
With the lights down low, your corner is practically dark, but when a familiar figure approaches, you know who it has to be.
“Have they settled on a name for you yet?”
“Tony seems to favor ‘Major America,’ which is better than I would have expected,” Not-Steve says as he pulls out a chair and settles into it. He turns his head toward you and smiles, the relaxed, almost-flirty kind you’ve always wanted from him. “I get the feeling that if it weren’t for the contrast in uniforms, most of these people wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.”
You make a non-committal noise and finish off your beer. It takes a few gulps, but he just watches, like there’s anything more to see than an anxious, embarrassed woman incredibly out of her depth.
“What about you?” you ask, afterwards.
“Well, we don’t have this complex, which I think I gave away when we met the first time. Tony asked me not to go too deep into the changes--”
“No, no, I get it,” you interrupt. “There could be something we don’t know about yet.”
“And vice versa, yeah. It might have taken longer for me to figure things out if it weren’t for one of the biggest differences. I’ve never seen you before.”
The half-bottle of alcohol hits you just as he says that, and you stare at him.
“Yeah, seeing Sam so comfortable with a complete stranger in a room that strangers probably shouldn’t be allowed in ticked some ‘danger’ boxes for me,” AU Steve says. 
The light from the only nearby lamp edges his profile in yellow, and you decide to call him Gold Steve in your head, because ‘AU’ is the periodic table symbol for gold, and that’s what passes for clever for you right now. You’re so proud of this that you miss the next thing he says, and have to ask him to repeat it.
“I said, how did you know? You knew right away.”
“Your hair is longer,” you say, a little too quickly.
Gold Steve tips his head sideways and regards you with a look that amplifies your blood alcohol content to dangerous levels. “It’s a subtle difference. You noticed that?”
“For all you know, it’s my job to keep everyone up to regs,” you joke. 
His slow, easy smile is familiar enough, but for the fact that you’re alone together in a dark corner. “I wouldn’t mind that at all,” he says warmly.
It’s time to get out of here before your lost dignity is your only legacy here at the Avengers compound. Already the tipsy feeling is fading, but the Steve Proximity Alarm is blaring at full volume.
You didn’t actually know how accurate the thought was until Gold Steve stands and gallantly (bafflingly) offers his arm, and you hear a second familiar voice behind you.
“I don’t think that’s necessary, is it? She just had the one beer.”
Gold Steve reaches up to rub the back of his neck, clearly chastened. “No, of course. Just instinct, I guess.”
“This is above my pay grade,” you squeak, and set off toward the door. You’d been looking forward to talking to Clint while he’s here. There’s a containment idea you’d had for some of his more dangerous arrows-- but there’s no way in hell you’re staying around to watch Steve Rogers talk Steve Rogers out of paying attention to you.
As you slip through the door, you hear one of them call out, “‘Dine, wait!” but you have no idea which one of them it is.
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The next day brings with it a more detailed plan of what to do with Gold Steve. You’re on the periphery and busy with the planned upgrades to Sam and Clint’s gear, so you only hear about it at lunch. 
From Gold Steve himself.
You hadn’t even planned to go to the cafeteria area, but as always, your minifridge is sadly devoid of take-out when it really matters. The kitchen looks safe when you get there at two PM, late as usual, but in your defense, you were really caught up in the creative process. 
One of the things you love about the Avengers Compound is the random thoughtfulness scattered everywhere. In the cavernous freezer, there’s always a supply of various frozen meals, almost as if you were living back at home and digging in your mom’s fridge to find something she’d made two months ago. They’re made biweekly but eaten any old time, and you score a hit on the back bottom shelf: your very favorite hearty soup.
You’re mid-microwave with it when Gold Steve walks in to rinse out his bowl. Seems he’d made the same exact thing. You wonder who helped him, where that person is now, and why Stark had thought it necessary to design a kitchen with only one way in or out. Hasn’t he ever seen Jurassic Park?
“Oh, hello,” Gold Steve says. You aren’t looking over at him, but you can hear the smile in his voice. You don’t answer right away (because your brain is running through a fragmented list of things to say, and every time you grab one it’s garbled. ‘Soup is for the winter,’ is right out. ‘It’s nice to not expecting to see you here’ makes you nearly abandon the kitchen and push past him out of sheer desperation), and he fills the silence for you. “Oh, that smells familiar, is it the soup?”
You nod, hoping like hell that his version of Tony Stark hasn’t designed telepathy.
“Maybe it’s bad form to joke about it, but I wouldn’t mind taking that recipe back with me. If we figure out how to send me, of course.”
If this was your Steve you would have said something like, ‘I imagine we’d just write it down and put the notecard in your pocket.’ You do joke with the guy, it’s not like you never interact. It’s just that those interactions are as platonic as two houseplants sitting on the same indoor windowsill.
The microwave dings, and you excuse yourself to grab the spoon over near where Gold Steve is standing. After a stir and a taste determines it needs more time, you grit your teeth and start the timer for another minute.
“I’m sorry I make you so uncomfortable, if you don’t mind my saying.”
“You don’t!” you lie, but Gold Steve’s crossed arms lay on the guilt too much to ignore. “I’m… not used to the attention,” you say delicately. His brows furrow, and somehow there are still forty more seconds on the timer before you can be saved by the bell. “She who is seen and not heard?”
“I don’t believe that for a second. Sam Wilson hugged you at that thing last night, you don’t get there by being seen and not heard.”
“Yeah, well, I’m one of the only people who love Redwing as much as he does,” you mutter.
To your delight and horror, Gold Steve comes over and rests a heavy hand on the microwave door, inches away from you. “I cannot imagine being in a room with you and not seeing you,” he says.
The traitorous microwave beeps loudly, startling you sideways into his arm for one shocking second. You back away, saying the first thing that comes to your head.
“Why?” You close your eyes tightly as you realize you’re basically asking for a run-down of compliments from the guy, rushing to say, “I don’t mean that. I mean, I do, but I’m just--” 
You hear the sounds of the microwave being operated, and confused, you just stand there with one hand clapped over your mouth, eyes closed. After two loud beeps and the start button, the microwave runs for a few seconds, beeping loudly again. It’s so unexpected that you open your eyes and see Gold Steve with an encouraging look on his face, one hand held out placatingly in your direction.
“Can we start over?” he asks.
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biteofcherry · 4 months ago
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I'm working late today in an entirely empty office. I sure would love it if Curtis took me away!!
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It wasn't until you switched off your laptop and grabbed your purse from the cabinet behind you, that you realized the office has gone all quiet and dark.
No, not the office itself. Entire floor.
You were so immersed in finishing that report and scanning through the prospect for the chain of meetings next week, that you haven't noticed how everyone left. One by one.
They each said their usual goodbyes, but you replied mechanically, not fully conscious what was happening in the reality. Time flew, stealing last rays of sunlight and leaving the city submerged in starless darkness.
A chill jolted down your spine as you looked at the dots of light down below, where street lamps provided the only semblance of hope and safety in otherwise dangerous nights.
Thankfully, the metro station was right around the corner and it wasn't yet too late for it to be mostly empty.
As you left the office and waited for the elevator, the sense of uneasiness heightened. It crept up your skin, making the hair on the back of your neck stand.
Swallowing nervously, you looked around, but no shadow moved out of its place. You listened for any unusual sound, focusing on it so hard that the ping announcing the elevator's arrival nearly gave you a heart attack.
You clutched your bag to your side and tapped your foot nervously as the ride to the ground floor seemed to take forever.
Something was wrong. Something was lurking. You just didn't know what, yet.Or maybe it was time to take a break from the crime podcasts you've been listening to lately.
Ground floor was as eerily quiet as the rest of the building. Your heart hammered in your chest, your steps faltering, as you noticed the security guard wasn't there at the main desk.
Curtis, though a man of a few words and very serious about his job, always made you feel safe and a little more light when he exchanged a few words with you whenever you walked out of the building.
A vision of his dead, bloodied body entered your mind. Thankfully, it vanished a few seconds later when a beam from a flashlight caught your attention. Curtis was coming from around the corner. He nodded at you and directed the light of his flashlight at the main entry gate.
"You're not the last one tonight." He called across the hall. "Those lawyers from the twenty sixth floor are still in. I bet they're gonna spend the night."
"Thanks, Curtis!" You smiled at him and walked out with a renewed sense of safety.
Tomorrow, you'd bring Curtis a bag of blueberry muffins as a token of gratitude.
With a smile still softly curving your lips, you cut across the pavement toward the metro station. Until suddenly someone called your name.
Dread washed over you. Worse than what you felt in the mostly empty building mere minutes ago. Because you knew that voice. Soft, soothing, but the more dangerous for it.
You spent months trying to avoid him. Told him no, over and over again. It was as if he didn't listen at all. No matter how many times you ghosted him, or blocked him on social media, he always found a way to return into your life. And no one took your side, because he was so sweet and caring, so why couldn't you give him a real chance (as per your mother's reasoning).
"Cole," you whispered his name in fear.
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navybrat817 · 8 months ago
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Has no one asked about the gambler yet??? If not,
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Kris, he's the only one no one has asked about! Let's discuss.
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In this universe, Ransom is a gambler. He has money and loves the high he gets when he gambles. Managed to make a living out of it.
Loves giving the guys a hard time, particularly Curtis as he's the most recent addition to the group.
Car of choice: BMW 3.0 CSi, of course
Met you at a casino when you, a publisher, won a round of poker. He rarely loses and you carried yourself with confidence that rivaled his. He was hooked, though he likes to think you fell first.
First gift: Crystal Decanter Set
Favorite lingerie on you until he takes it off: Bustier with Garter Straps
Relationship status: Dating, but getting ready to propose
Another fun one. Love and thanks! ❤️
Silly Boys With Silly Toys
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bigtreefest · 4 months ago
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Kris! When you first sent this, I was in a bitter, bitter mood and tbh Andy was making me mad. But now that I’ve slept it off, here are some Andy thots.
- well, first off, I can’t stop trying to read his lips. All I’ve got is “Jacob practically was at _____”
- but his eyes. Ohhh, look at them, there’s a sparkle of something in them. It’s teasing and a little condescending.
- let’s pretend he’s not saying what I think he’s saying, I think the two of you would be hosting a party at the house, and lock eyes across the room as you’re speaking with your respective friends. He grows a small smile with a tinge of mischief, and mouths for you to meet him upstairs. Except, you can’t quite read the last bit, so you just keep mouthing back ‘what?’ Until you accidentally say it out loud and everyone turns their head and looks at you with confusion. “Sorry, I’ve uh, gotta go check that we’ve got enough ice in the cooler. Could be a minute.” So he gets exactly what he wanted, but not nearly as discretely as intended
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foxgloveprincess · 4 months ago
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Okay but like why has this got me so flustered????
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God, if Lloyd just winked at me I’d be a puddle on the floor.
Thanks for the brilliant wake up, Kris. 😂 You’ve certainly made my day. 💜
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I have been dying to get these two out for you! I hope you like what Frank and Pete have in store for us!
Mouth is Alive, All Running Inside
W/C: 594
Characters: Pete Brenner, Frank Adler, & out of sight reader Dove!
Summary: Frank makes a big mistake that will change the lives of all the pack members.
A/N: here’s the intro for Frank & Pete’s pack, here’s hoping it lives up to expectations! As a note the reader insert in this one is in the other room for this blurb! Comments, reblogs and feedback are always greatly appreciated ❤️
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Pete walked through the front door of the farm house he’d called home for longer than he could remember. He sighed at the familiar sight of Frank’s items strewn across the entryway, coming up short at the unfamiliar scent of fear, human, engulfing the house. He let out a snarl, it must be one of the new pack members, the kids always had a hard time adjusting to giving up humans.
He growled as he followed the scent towards the basement. As he made his way down he saw the figure of a woman strapped to a chair, what looked like a tie of his stuffed in her mouth. He scrubbed a hand down his face, rubbing at the hairs of the goatee on his chin. Frank was gonna kill the newbie, hell he was ready to kill the newbie. Pete rushed forward to try and soothe the young woman, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
Pete whipped his head around to see Frank looking grim. “What the hell?” Pete whisper-shouted.
Frank put a finger to his mouth and tugged Pete towards the room on the opposite side of the basement. “She saw me.”
At Pete’s confused look Frank continued, “I was out, two towns over, getting cow hearts for the week. I thought I was careful, I swear I was! But, I looked over and there she was just standing there, terrified.”
Pete let out a sound closer to a roar than a growl. “Frank! Why the hell is she here? This is the pack house! We’re gonna have to move everyone, make new identities, find new hunters to make ties with! What the hell were you thinking?”
Frank started pacing, his hands on his hips. He paused every so often, like he was about to speak, before taking in Pete’s face and continuing on his path.
“Okay, I know, this is bad.” Frank started, “But she was terrified, I knew that she was gonna start screaming or go to the police. She saw my face Pete, probably saw my truck too!”
Pete crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow, a clear sign for Frank to go on. Pete threw his hands up and gestured to the other room. “What do we do now Frank? These kids look to us, you for leadership.”
“I haven’t figured this all out yet, okay?” Frank closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. “Listen, she’s sweet, innocent. Even though we make the best of what we are, all I could see when I looked at her was the piece of us we’ve been trying to get back to.”
”How does that justify this Frank?” Pete grabbed Frank by the shoulders forcing the other man to look him right in the eye. “She’s got her whole life ahead of her, wait. You didn’t? Did you?”
Frank shook himself free of Pete’s grasp and glared at him. “You think I turned her?”
Pete shrugged, “You sound like a man in lust, Frank. What the hell am I supposed to think?”
”No! Dammit! No, I just - I need your help Pete. Please.” Frank shrunk into himself and slumped against the nearest wall.
Pete sighed, for what felt like the hundredth time since he walked through the door. He scrubbed his hand down his face again, scratching at his goatee for a moment before making a decision. He walked down the hall and stood at the doorway, looking at the woman who had upset the balance of his life.
What the hell were they going to do now?
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