#someone (steve) should tell him how terrible his pick up lines are

[ickypuppi3]

i do think it’s funny how, canonically, billy is kinda shitty at flirting and has the most god awful pick up lines but it just works for him because he’s pretty

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

He’s staring at him.

Steve Harrington is staring at Eddie Munson.

The thing is, people don’t just stare at Eddie. Not for any reason that means anything good for Eddie. So when, completely unprompted, the fucking King of Hawkins High walks up to Eddie and says, “I need to talk to you,” Eddie thinks he’s entirely justified in the squeak he lets out.

“You? Talk? To me?” Wow. Great job, brain.

“Please,” Harrington whispers, and Eddie thinks desperately this must be some kind of joke, except he’s good at reading people, and he knows the desperation in Harrington’s eyes.

“Okay,” he says, stammers. “Um. There- there’s, behind the school, a, uh-”

“Table,” Harrington nods. “That works. Just…” he sighs, rakes a hand through his hair. “Leave the lunchbox at home.”

Eddie’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “Then what the fuck do you want with me, dude?”

“I can’t explain. Not here, not now. Just. Please. After school, okay?”

Eddie looks at him. Really looks, studies his face, understands the lines by his eyes, the tightness of his mouth. His heart thumps as he realizes. He’s scared. “Okay,” he says, and means it.

Eddie’s a man of his word, so after school he makes his way to the table, pausing when it comes into view. Harrington’s already there, sitting with his head in his hands. Eddie calls out from a couple of paces away. “You sure you don’t want anything from the lunchbox?”

Harrington jumps, hands up, eyes round. Relaxes a little when he sees Eddie. “No. I- I’m good. I can’t, actually.”

Eddie frowns. “What, like, a sports thing? No one’s gotta know, dude, I’ve never been busted, I can keep a secret.”

Steve gives him a half-smile. “No. It’s- it’s not a sports thing. Just… sit down? And promise to listen?”

“Okay,” Eddie says, because he knows how comforting it can be to just have someone there, and he’s not a dick; clearly Harrington’s going through something. Though why he approached Eddie, of all people, he doesn’t know.

“Okay,” Harrington repeats back, taking a breath before starting. “If I were to tell you I’m from the future, a future in which we know each other, how would you ask me to prove it?”

Eddie blinks. He was ready for a lot of things, but not time travel. “Um. I dunno, man, I haven’t really thought about it.”

He takes another deep breath. “Can I try?”

“To- to prove you’re from the future?”

“Yeah.”

Eddie laughs, a little hysterically. “Man, where the fuck do I get the strain you’re on?”

He blinks. “What?”

Eddie gestures at him. “Come on, man, you have to admit you’re not really making sense here.”

Harrington sighs. Takes another breath. Says, “You live with your uncle Wayne. Your father taught you to hot wire cars when you were nine. You listen to Dio and Metallica and Ozzy Osbourne but your favorite song is I Will Always Love You, by Dolly Parton, because it was your mom’s favorite. The guitar pick you wear around your neck was hers. She taught you guitar. You love The Hobbit. Stop me when I’ve said enough.”

Eddie’s never been more scared in his life. “Listen, man, I dunno where you heard all that-”

“Eddie,” he says, implores, and digs something out of his pocket. Opens his hand to reveal a ring.

A ring Eddie already has on his finger.

“What the fuck,” Eddie whispers. Grabs for the ring before he can tell himself it’s a bad idea. Examines it, sees the dent from where his finger had gotten smashed in a door.

His hands start shaking.

“I’m from 1987,” Steve Harrington says, sure as anything. “And I’m trying to stop something terrible.”

“And what would that be?” Eddie asks, feeling strangely detached from the whole thing.

“Your death,” Steve Harrington says, still sure as anything.

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[strangersteddierthings]

Sequel to Good People - The fic in wherein Wayne doesn't like Steve and overheard a conversation he shouldn't have. Here's the aftermath of that :3

Part One🦇Part Two🦇Final Part

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Wayne had stayed in his bedroom long after he heard the boys leave. Eddie had knocked on his door to let him know he'd be staying at Steve's and to not expect him back until late tomorrow, a courtesy he'd never shown until after he'd been the victim of a manhunt back in spring. Wayne never asked him to do that but he thinks Eddie picked up on how worried Wayne would get if he were gone for any amount of time.

Eddie's always been good at reading people when he bothers to pay attention to them. Maybe that should have been enough reason for him to give pause to his dislike of the Harrington boy, instead of needing to overhear the boy crying about how he thinks there's something rotten deep within him that only Wayne can sense.

He'd been so sure he knew what kind of person Steve Harrington was. Eddie had been hung up on boys just like him pert-near his whole life, Wayne thinks, and it's never ended differently.

It's a Tuesday night and his friends usually gather at the bar on Friday nights, but Wayne needs to get out of the trailer to think. A beer might help. So, he grabs his keys and heads out.

He's been a regular at this bar since before he was even old enough to drink. Used to come with his pa, may he rest in peace, just to get out of the house. He's been a patron longer than any of the staff have worked there, he realizes.

"Hello Linda," Wayne greets as he takes a seat at the bar instead of at his usual table. He'd done a cursory glace when he came in and confirmed none of his drinking buddies were in before choosing the bar.

"This isn't your usual day," Linda says, leaning a hip on the counter, "but it's always a pleasure to see you."

"I got some thinkin' to do," Wayne replies and Linda nods and moves away, returning soon with a bottle of his usual beer. She picks up the bottle open and removes the cap before setting the drink down in front of him.

"Need a sounding board, hun?" She asks.

Wayne does a quick survey of the bar again but it's pretty quiet so he returns his gave to Linda and says, "if you wouldn't mind too much hearin' about how an old man might have messed up."

Linda laughs. "You aren't even half a decade older than me, so you best not be sprouting that 'old man' nonsense around me, 'cause I am not some old lady."

"Terribly sorry, Linda. I'm just really feelin' like an old fool."

A small frown comes to Linda's face then. "Now what could you have possibly done?"

"Well, I guess I'm tryin' to figure out if I did mess up. Eddie's got a friend and I don't trust 'im. Thought I had good reason not to, but, well, I overheard somethin' I wasn't supposed ta and now I'm not sure."

Linda hums, "hmm, that doesn't sound like you, judging someone unrightly. You are usually a good read about people."

"I'll admit, I haven't bothered to spend enough time with the boy to, uhh, judge him."

"Wayne Munson," Linda scolds, "you best not be telling me you judged that boy because of other people."

Judging by Linda's raising brow line, he thinks his guilt must be clear on his face. "You know Eddie, and how people have treated him. And with what he just went through- I just want 'im safe. Sure, his new friend graduated last year, but he was on the basketball team his whole career. And I'm jus' supposed ta believe this one boy didn't side with the group who started the manhunt?"

"Unless you've got evidence otherwise, yes," Linda says, brows furrowed.

Wayne sighs. "I ain't got proof. I got a lot of people sayin' he's good, actually. But it's the Harrington boy. The same boy Eddie would come home and complain 'bout. Harrington, Hagan, Hargrove, though I shouldn't speak ill of the dead. All them boys treatin' Eddie like he wasn't worth nothin' until they wanted somethin' form him."

Linda's mouth is almost a perfectly straight line with how much she's pursed her lips the more he talks, but she doesn't interrupt and no customer calls for her, so he continues.

"And you know what Richard Harrington was like. I know y'all only shared one school year together, but Janice wasn't any better, and she was your year, wasn't she?" Linda gives him one nod in response. "That boy's a product of them. I- You can't fault me for thinkin' differently."

"So, when do you expect Eddie to end up in prison?"

The question throws Wayne and fills him with anger at the same time. "Now, Linda, I ain't likin' what you are implyin'."

"I ain't implyin' nothing," she says, using the same tone with him that he did with her. "I'm applying your logic. Eddie's a product of his parents, ain't he? Al's in prison, and his mama's long gone, bless her soul. And since Eddie ain't sick, last I heard, he must be following after his daddy."

The anger leaves him then, and all he's left with is shame. "Point made. And if I'm bein' fully honest with ya, I don't even need ya to defend that boy. That thing I overheard. That what's eatin' at me. He called me good people."

Linda softens, shoulders dropping, "you are good people, hun."

"That boy told my Eddie that I'm 'good people', and that his parents are bad ones, and I. I don't know what to do about that."

"He thinks his own parents are bad?"

Wayne nods, "is what he said. Thinks I can somehow sense he's also rotten just by association."

"There's nothing to it, then," Linda says, like they've already talked out the tangled mess that is Wayne's thoughts on Steve Harrington and have reached a conclusion. Well, perhaps Linda already has. She's always been bright, and she's usually right. "You, Wayne Robert Munson, need to apologize to that boy. The guilt and shame's gonna put you into your cups otherwise."

Wayne nods slowly, though he isn't even sure if he agrees or is just acknowledging what she said before he takes a long pull from his bottle before lowering both his arms to rest on the counter as he replies, "You're right as usual, Linda my dear. I just gotta let go of the fact he's Richard Harrington's son and try and see just Steve."

"Damn right. Eddie might be Al's by birth, but you raised him and he turned out alright. Maybe Steve got the same treatment. Had his own Wayne around to raise him right."

There might be a bit of truth to that. He's heard enough talk about Steve Harrington over the years to think that. One of his drinking buddies used to be Jim Hopper. He's heard about the amount of parties he'd had to go shut down at the Harrington's house, with no parents to be seen. (Always Jim's biggest gripe back then. "Where's this kids goddamn parents!?) Wayne always assumed their kid just took advantage every time his parents were gone, but maybe it's the opposite. Maybe they were always gone, and Steve had parties to not be alone in his house.

Linda's right. There is nothing to it. He needs to talk to Steve, properly apologize, and go from there.

"It ain't an easy thing, admittin' you might be wrong," Wayne sighs.

Linda reaches across the counter and places a hand on Wayne's arm just below his wrist. Wayne looks up from where he'd ended up staring at his bottle, making eye contact with her. "If your boy is friends with this boy, it's for a reason. Just give him a chance. You are one of the good ones, but even we can have a lapse in judgment now and then. Doesn't make you bad, makes you human."

"Ain't no one perfect but the good Lord," Wayne says and Linda nods in agreement.

"Alright. I'll leave you to your beer and your thoughts for now, but you best keep me updated on your situation. I wanna know how it goes," Linda retracts her hand and heads down the counter to check on the few other people sitting about nursing drinks.

Wayne sits in his thoughts more than he drinks, so by the time he's done with the beer it's warm but that's fine. He will talk to the Harrington kid, but he wants to talk to Eddie first. He owes his nephew that much, and he does recall Eddie saying something to the effect of 'he'll come around' to Steve, and Wayne wants to tell Eddie he'll try.

Also he doesn't want to just corner the boy after he's been somewhat intimidating intentionally. He's going to get Eddie to ask if Steve'll talk to him.

True to his word, Eddie returns home late the next day. The clock says it's almost 6 when Eddie finally comes through the front door. If he's surprised to see Wayne awake, he doesn't show it. He does work the graveyard shift, and he's got a shift at 10 tonight, usually wakes up two hours before his shift. He'd wanted to make sure he caught Eddie, though, so he's been up since three.

"Eddie, you got a minute?" Wayne says.

"Sure. What's up?" Eddie says as he pulls off his jacket, depositing it on the nearest surface before plopping sideways on the couch so he's facing Wayne.

"I gotta come clean. I overheard some of what you and Steve were talkin' about," Wayne says, because he's a man of his word and he's always been good at doing the hard thing if it also turns out to be the right thing. He's got to be honest with Eddie, so he can be honest with himself. "Heard Harr- Steve talkin' 'bout how he thinks I'm a good person, and his parents aren't."

Eddie's quiet for a moment, blinking owlishly back at him while he thinks. "Oh. Umm. Sorry. I just- I think this is the first time I've heard you say Steve's name."

"Not the part I thought you'd focus on," Wayne huffs a laugh, "but I owe your boy an apology and I was hopin' you could help me make it happen."

"My boy- what is happening," Eddie drops his voice to whisper the question to himself.

"What's happening is I'm doin' the thing I always told you ta do. Taking accountability and fixin' my mistake."

"Oh. Oh!" Eddie narrows his eyes at Wayne, "you've made an ass out of me. All those times I assured Steve you were just being standoffish and you were- what were you doing?"

"Intentionally keepin' the boy at a distance 'cause I thought he was gonna hurt you. I sure as hell ain't been friendly. I been judging him because I knew his parents, thinkin' about how an apple don't fall far from the tree," Wayne stops, giving pause to see if Eddie will speak but he isn't. He's just staring at Wayne like he's a puzzle. "It was brought to my attention that it's mighty unfair to judge someone 'cause of how their parents act."

Eddie's brow furrows and his lips purse. It makes him think of Linda. She'd made the exact same face. "I- Jesus fuck this is weird, but I. I think I'm mad at you. Disappointed."

Eddie doesn't say it with an angry tone, and his face still looks more puzzled than mad, but the sentence feels like a kick to the chest anyway. Eddie and he have never been mad at each other, not in the eight years Eddie's lived here with him. They've been worried and scared for each other that, or mad at someone or something else that they take out on each other, but never mad at each other.

"You've every right to be."

Eddie stands from the couch, paces down the hallway, and Wayne thinks this might be the end of any conversation tonight, but instead Eddie comes storming back up the hall. "So, what, did you take me in expecting me to be my dad!?"

"No. He mighta contributed to your birth, but we both know that man ain't nurtured you a day in his life."

"Yeah, well, Steve's parents didn't raise him either, so all this has been bullshit! You made Steve think he's, he's broken and a bad person! And," Eddie's eyes are wet and he's angry but also about to cry. Wayne hasn't seen him like this in a long time. Not since the day they learned Al was in prison, fifteen years with a chance for parole if he's on his best behavior. Eddie had been so angry, and sad, and hurt by the news. Eddie's like that now, worked up so much he's repeating himself as he hiccups his words out around the lump in this throat, "And, and you made me help him feel that way! Because I didn't take him serious when he said, said you didn't like him! I thought you were being, being a dad, all fake gruff to intimidate the guy I like but it's- you were- FUCK!"

Wayne lets him yell. He deserves it, and Eddie needs it. Eddie's not saying anything untrue. He takes in what Eddie is yelling at him; Steve's parents didn't raise him, and how Wayne's cold shoulder must have added to whatever else Steve has going on in his life.

"I, I h-held him while he b-bawled into my shirt last night! He, he thinks- and you, you didn't even trust me! T-trust my own j-judgment of, of Steve! I, I need- I can't-" Eddie doesn't finish the sentence. He turns on his heel and storms back down the hall, the slamming of his door finalizing this conversation.

To say that Wayne feels terrible is inadequate. He's hurt his boy, and he's hurt his boy's boy, and he's got no one to blame but himself.

Now he's got two apologies to make.

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[iveseenstrangerthings]

secrets of the upside down - a Steve Harrington imagine

summary: a steve harrington x reader angsty/fluff imagine where the reader finds out steve, and the group, have been keeping a massive secret. And yes I did steal some dialogue from the scene with eddie and the guys when he finds out about the upside down. this discusses Billy’s death, but then I do jump to a random trip to the upside down and I know they don’t match up in terms of the actual sequence of events from the show but let’s just pretend !!

warnings: mentions of death and swearing

word count: 3.8k

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As you walk through your front door, the warmth of your home engulfs you. A deep sigh escapes your lips and you feel a tension lift from your shoulders, as if you’d been carrying it around with you all day. You drop your bag on the floor with a dull thud and close your eyes, taking in a deep, satisfying breath which you hold for a moment, then exhale. After a shitty day, you only want to talk to one person, so you walk to your phone which sits on your dark wood, slightly scratched, hallway table and punch in the number you know by heart. After a few rings, the receiver clicks into place.

“Hey, it’s Steve.” His voice radiates into your ear and a smile instantly forms on your face.

“Hey, it’s me.” You start, twirling the telephone cord around your index finger. “How’re you?” A general start to the conversation.

“Hey, pretty girl. Yeah, I’m good, how’re you? You had a good day?” He sounds tired, not his chirpy usual self.

You twist your mouth up in disagreement and trail your finger along the countertop in your hallway, picking up a fine line of dust. “Hm,” you start, rubbing your fingers together to release the dust, “not particularly. Had a performance review with Jan and it was just- she was brutal.”

A sigh travels through the receiver, “Oh man. Hey, you should know not to listen to her. She’s a spiteful bitch.” This makes you audibly laugh, “No, I’m serious! Whatever she said, just fuck it. You’re amazing.” His words of reassurance warm you, but you can’t help but notice the vacancy evident in his voice.

“Steve, you sure you’re okay?” The line goes silent, too silent and you’re afraid you’ve disconnected. “Steve?”

“Sorry. I’m here.” He clears his throat, “Hey um, I have to tell you something.”

Uh oh, you knew there was something. Almost instantaneously, your stomach tightens as if someone’s reached in and twisted at your organs with their bare hands. “Sure, I’m listening.”

Another quick silence, but this time you let it pass uninterrupted. “Last night uh, Billy – Billy Hargrove – passed away.”

Your eyes widen in shock and your hand covers your mouth, not enough to mask the sound of the quick inhale you do, “Oh my God Steve... how?!” You knew of Billy, you knew he was Max’s older step-brother, but to your knowledge he was a bit of an asshole. Still, that didn’t take away from the shock of his passing.

Steve knew you’d ask so he had a story ready, “He got into a bit of an altercation at the mall and someone pulled a gun on him. They don’t know who it was but, he was tied up with some messed up people.”  

“Jesus…” The new mall?! “God, is Max okay?” Your eyes well with tears for the girl. You knew her relationship with Billy was turbulent, but he was still her family.

Steve swallows loud enough that you could hear over the phone, you knew he was upset. “I haven’t spoken to her today but, I’m sure she’ll be okay.”

“Shall I go see her tomorrow? D’you think she’s up for visitors?” You think over what you would say and how you could comfort her, there really are no words to use in a time like this.

“I think she’d really like that.” He clears his throat again, “Listen, I need to go but, I’ll call by later?”

You nod quickly, then realising he can’t see you, you reply, “I’d love that.”

He doesn’t reply, and instead just clicks the receiver down. Something deep in your gut feels terribly wrong, something you’ve never felt before and you just can’t place the feeling of sheer discomfort.

A few months later, steady flickers of light carefully illuminate the lounge of Mike’s house. The ambiance is cosy, comfortable, and calm and you relish in moments like this. You’re pleasantly surprised at how calm it is since everyone is currently at Mike’s for a real chilled out evening, even Dustin seems really subdued.

The mood within the group is different, usually Dustin is constantly cracking jokes or is on Steve’s case about something, but tonight there’s been none of that.

Yesterday, unbeknown to you, a few members of the group, including Steve, found a new gate to the upside down. Reluctantly, they decided to see what it was like, so they spent a few hours checking it out, making sure there was no imminent threat to them or the rest of Hawkins. You’d asked Steve if he wanted to go see a film last night, but he’d made up an excuse that he was covering a shift for Robin whilst she went on a date.

Now, back at Mike’s house, you look at Robin with a smile and lift your brows up in a playful manner.  Thanking yourself that you’ve thought of something to fill the silence. “Well, Robin. How was last night?”

She parts her lips slightly, looking momentarily confused. “Last night…?” She trails off, looking at you, to Steve, then back to you. You find that quite odd and you turn to Steve and furrow your brows.

As you turn your head back to face Robin you point to Steve with your thumb, “Steve said you had a date last night.”

“No, I’m pretty sure Robin was with us last night?” Dustin pipes up, an innocent mistake. He hadn’t been paying much attention to any conversation before now, so it’s typical that he decides to join in during this one.  

You laugh slightly, a feeling of uneasiness settling on your shoulders like a weighted blanket. “You were all there?”

“No.” Robin quickly interjects, “Steve and Dustin went to get pizza after they dropped me off.”

Now you feel disconcerted. Steve was lying to you; you knew that for a fact. You look at him out of the corner of your eye and you can feel everyone else’s on you.

“But Steve said he was at work last night, covering for you.” You look around at everyone else, searching for some help, but all you get back are soft eyes and awkward looks. You swallow the lump that has formed at the base of your throat as you start to peel yourself away from Steve, who has stayed quiet during this whole conversation. What was a feeling of unsettlement has turned into a deep pit of fury in the base of your stomach. “I’ll let you guys get your stories straight.” You pat Steve’s knee as you get up and pad through to the kitchen, pulling the sleeves of your jumper down over the palms of your hand for added warmth.

When you’re out of ear shot, Steve leans forwards and speaks to Dustin. “You idiot, she doesn’t know jack shit yet! I haven’t had the conversation with her.” His voice stays quiet, but his annoyance is evident.

Dustin turns around slowly, a dumbfounded look painting over his face, “It would help if you kept us in the loop with your little white lies, so then at least we know what you’re fucking talking about.” He waves his hands around between the room, motioning to him and Robin. His voice never moving above a loud whisper.

A few of the group grimace at Steve, they know he kept the upside down and everything that came with it a secret from you, but they all figured he’d have told you by now.

“Dude,” Robin starts, “You need to tell her. It’s only gonna make it worse. Plus, she’s gonna feel like a total idiot when she finds out she’s the only one that doesn’t know.” Steve runs a hand over his forehead, he’s wanted to tell you, he really has. But the last thing he wants is for you to end up like Billy, or him for that matter. He’s plagued with nightmares and anxious thoughts that are eating away at him and turning him into a ghostly version of himself.

“She’s like family to us, Steve. She’s one of us.” El replies, holding his gaze. “She deserves to know.”

“No, I know, I know.” He waves his hands up dismissively and closes his eyes, biting the tips of his fingers. “I just need to do it when the time’s right.”

“Which will be when, exactly? When is the right time to ever tell someone this?” Max snaps back. She’s insisted, along with a few others, that Steve should’ve told you months ago and has grown in annoyance with him when he refused to tell you. “This should’ve been done months ago.”

The group can tell that Steve has really exhausted himself with this, he is ridden with guilt and has tortured himself with the idea that he’s pretty much lived a complete lie since he started dating you.

“Would it help if some of us explained it with you?” Robin chips in.

Steve looks up with grateful eyes, it would sure take the pressure off.

“I’d be happy to assist.” Dustin says, patting Steve on the leg, reassuringly.

“I would too. I know Billy’s death is something that (y/n) knows about but, just not the whole truth.” Max looks passed Steve, almost towards the kitchen door, looking out for you coming back through.

“Yeah.” Steve nods, “Yeah okay, let’s go.”

You stand with your back against the counter, facing the doorway. Your fingernail in perched between your teeth and you’re willing yourself not to bite them. It was a habit of yours that took years to break, and you haven’t bitten them for months. Snap. Your teeth glide through the soft tip of your nail and you look down in disappointment. Now your nail sits, snapped in half, with a clean break down the middle. You can hear the hushed whispers next door still, different voices pitching in at different parts of the conversation. The pit of irate anger has been bubbling away in your stomach and your skin feels as if it’s crawling with rage. You let a small huff out and rip off the nail you’ve just bitten. You rip it off with such force that it pulls away at the soft tissue, where your nail meets the pad of your finger underneath. Immediately, a small trickle of blood comes away from the little nick you’ve created on your finger, and you watch as the beads come to the surface.

The sound of other footsteps towards the kitchen brings you back and you pull your hand back into the sleeve of your jumper and cross your arms. Steve, Max, El, Dustin and Robin all come through, with Robin closing the kitchen door softly behind her. You stay with your face straight, staring at each of them individually before returning to Steve.

“Wanna tell me what the fuck’s going on?” It came out far more aggressive than you intended, but you just roll with it.

“(y/n), I’m sorry.” Steve starts, his eyes look tired, and you feel a sense of hurt for Steve, mixed amongst the fiery emotions that are coursing through your veins. “We-” He stops and puts his hand on his heart, “I haven’t been honest with you.”

Has he been seeing someone else, and the guys have been covering for him? No. Surely not. You look to El, whose eyes are glazed over with tears. What the fuck is going on?

“Guys, please. Please tell me what’s going on.” Your voice sounds weak, almost pathetic. Begging and pleading with them to share with you what it is they’ve kept secret. Your face flushes with an intense heat and your eyes well with sadness, “Steve?” your voice barely above a whisper.

“Let’s sit.” He says, gesturing towards the small table in the kitchen and you all take a seat around it, nobody saying a word. “(y/n), I need you to know that I kept things from you for your own safety. I had your best interests in mind, but it’s gone too far and I’m sorry. I should’ve told you earlier.”

Again, your eyes scan everyone else’s, Dustin is the only one not engaging with eye contact and you reach over and pat his arm, offering him a small smile when his eyes eventually meet yours.

“He’s right,” El starts, “We just wanted to protect you.”

“Guys, please. Protect me from what?! You’re scaring me.”

“Hawkins hasn’t exactly been normal recently, right?” El says and your expression has morphed into one of confusion. El continues, knowing the longer she draws it out the more chance she has of losing your interest.

“Right.” You reply, not seeing how this has any relevance.

“Well, we’ve had a lot to do with that.” Dustin drops in, keeping his voice soft.

“I don’t understand.” Your eyes continue to dart from one person to the other.

El places her hand on yours, “There’s another world, (y/n). Another one just like this, just like Hawkins, and our world connects to that in ways none of us ever would’ve imagined.” Her finger is tracing over your knuckles as she speaks to you, you’re grateful for El whilst Steve sits quietly, looking helplessly at you both. “I have the power to open ways to travel from our world to the world we call the upside down. But sometimes, what’s in the upside down makes its way into our world, into Hawkins.”

“You mean like, like ghosts?” You reply, a headache becoming an intense throb that you can feel it settling behind your eyes.

Max shakes her head, “Some things are worse than ghosts.”

The group spend the next half an hour talking you through the upside down, how they came to discover it, what happens there and some of the near misses they’ve had. You take in every single drop of information they give you, not taking your eyes away from whoever is directing the information towards you. Part way through, when it was obvious you were becoming distressed, Steve took your hand in his and hasn’t let go since. They told you about Billy, about how his death was not a mall fight gone wrong, but how he was murdered by something they called the ‘Mind Flayer’. By this point in the conversation, the thumping pain in your head has intensified and you nip the skin in between your brows tightly, willing it to cease.

“Oh my God.. Max I’m so sorry.” You hold your head in your hands with your fingers swirling through your hair and scratching patterns onto your scalp. “This is so fucked up.”

“I know.” Steve whispers, placing a hand onto the back of your neck, gripping it softly. He knows when you’re in an anxious state of mind you like pressure, a pressure on the back of your neck or shoulder helps calm you. “I know, sweetie. I’m sorry.”

You stay with your head in your hands and thankfully your face is hidden because your face screws up and your shoulders shake. Small, quiet sobs escape and your tears stream down, dropping onto the surface of the table.

Dustin mouths “We’ll go.” to Steve and moves his head in the direction of the door to signal to the others that they needed to leave you two alone.

Once they’ve left, Steve moves his chair closer to you and places his hands on top of yours where they’re still wrapped up in your hair. “Hey.” He whispers as he comes in closer to you, applying a firm amount of pressure onto your hands, enough to show you he was there but not enough so that it was painful. Lightly, he places a kiss on the crown of your head. “I know it’s a lot to take in.” All he can do is sit here and be there for you. It was so much information, information that meant your relationship with everyone in this house would never be the same.

After a few minutes, you move your hands and wipe your eyes, sitting up and sorting your hair back behind your ears.

“So, last night?” You question, and Steve knows exactly what you mean. “We had to go to the upside down.”

You shake your head, tears continuing to fall though your sobs have subsided, “Steve, what I’m pissed off at is, these trips to the upside down, they’re dangerous.”

“I know.” He says, matter of fact.

“No, no. Listen, if anything happened to you, God forbid something like what happened to Billy?! How was I supposed to find out?! Were you gonna let the guys tell me how a supernatural being ripped you to shreds and your body was gone forever in another dimension?!” You had no energy to shout, you had no energy to raise your voice, so it stayed quiet, but firm.

Steve looks directly at you, his own eyes reflecting the same sadness held in your own. “I know. It was a real shitty thing for me to do.” He runs his fingers over his mouth and then brings them down to his lap, playing with the tips of his fingers. “The guys, they all told me to tell you. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I wanted to protect you; I didn’t want you getting caught up in it all.”

You appreciate him trying to protect you, but all you can think of is if he went on one of his trips and never returned. “I get that Steve. I do.” You take his hand in yours, bringing it in close to your chest. “I just don’t want to lose you.”

He gives your hand a hearty squeeze and leans in to rest his forehead on yours, bringing his hand up to support your neck. “I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” His fingers trace back and forward at the nape of your neck and you close your eyes, letting the rhythm of his fingers soothe you.

After a few still moments pass, you open your eyes and lean back to look at each other. The sadness pooling his eyes seems to have dissipated and that makes you feel slightly better.

“I want in next time.” You blurt, looking him dead in the eyes.

You see his facial expression morph and change, one of confusion, then defeat and then just simply still. He knows you will insist, no matter how often he argues it with you.

“Steve.” You say, squeezing his hands in yours. He nods gently, giving in, “Okay. Okay.” He sniffs. Part of him feels devastated. His protective side feels like it’s been crushed having you brought into all this. He feels such a strong need to protect you, to keep you safe from everything he’s faced. “Everything I do we do together now, okay? We do it as a team. That’s how we work, as a team.” He’s almost laying down the rules.

You nod as your eyebrows knit together. Steve must’ve been through some shit, more shit than he’s prepared to tell you at this moment in time. “Deal.”

His eyes are dark, like pools of ink swirling in a soft current, not focussed on anything. “I fucked up.” His fingers circle his lips as he puckers them slightly, trying to hide the fact his top lip is starting to tremble. You’ve seen it, you’ve registered it, but you’re just letting it happen. “I really fucked up.” He says quickly and quietly before taking in a deep breath.

“No.” You reply, holding his hand tightly. “No, you didn’t. I can understand why you wouldn’t want to tell me, and I appreciate it.”

His eyes close softly as a tear drips down his cheek and rolls straight off. Gently, your thumb wipes away the residue and you leave your hand resting softly against his face. “Telling you all of this makes me realise actually how close I’ve been to losing you. How close you’ve been to losing me.”

You will your brain not to play a spectre of images of Steve dying in unimaginable ways in their upside down, but still a few roll over. Tightly, you close your eyes and hope they dissolve like a picture set on fire, curling away at the edges.

“Shall we go back through?” Your voice comes out hoarse, the tiredness lacing your voice box like thick treacle. Steve simply nods and you both get up and wander back through to the living room, one after the other. When you enter, everyone’s eyes avert to the two of you and the quiet murmur of their conversation quickly comes to a halt.

“(y/n)”, Dustin starts, “We all just wanna say how fucking sorry we are.” His eyes are glazed with tears and hold the evidence that he’s just finished crying.

Steve walks you both over to the couches and holds Dustin by the shoulder before bringing him into a hug, Dustin’s shoulders shake as soon as Steve envelops him. “You don’t need to apologise, buddy.”

Suddenly, it is apparent to you just how paramount their hurt is. As a collective, they have all changed. Now, the small things start to make sense. The cancelled plans with phoney excuses when things went to shit, the disappearances of people you went to school with, the sudden relationship with Hopper, everything now seems to fit into place. You quietly make your way to Dustin and take him from Steve’s arms. You’ve always been close to him, and now you feel even more so.

“It’s gonna be okay.” You whisper into his curled hair as his tears start to subside. Even though you know yourself you can’t guarantee it will be okay, you couldn’t think of anything else to say.

On the drive home, back to Steve’s, he’s awfully quiet, emotionally drained. You follow the stars, glowing bright in the bleak, black night sky and replay every bit of conversation you can. You know it’s going to be hard to fall asleep tonight and you realise it will be for Steve too, you assume you’ll be up for hours talking and falling into silences that won’t be awkward.

Steve looks over to you briefly before returning his gaze to the road. He knows he’s just let you into a dangerous part of his life, one he wishes he was not part of. But, knowing he has you by his side, he feels like he can take on anything the upside down throws at him. Now he’s not just trying to save himself, he’ll be saving you, too.

[talanashta]

All Because of Some Fries - Chapter 1

For @dame-zoom-a-lot who requested "a rude customer" harassing Robin then Steve with Argyle to the rescue! Hope this hits the spot!

Rating: T | No CWs | Word Count: 1,283 | Pairings: Pre-/Early Spicy Six Plus Chrissy Polycule Additional Tags: Steve's POV

Chapter 1 of 2

Continuation of the "my lonely days are gone" series. Read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A/N: Second chapter should be up in a day or two

Robin and Steve were just chilling at the counter at the Family Video, waiting – begging – for their shift to end.  Today had been one of the slowest they’d ever had, in contrast to yesterday where everyone and their cousin seemed to come in to rent.  The shelves were half-bare, the phone hadn’t rung once, and the closest they got to someone coming in was a man who went to open the door and realized, actually, the laundromat was the next door down, not this one.

Steve sighed for what felt like the sixth time in the last fifteen minutes.  “I’m gonna go grab us some fries.  Hopefully when I get back something happens,” he told Robin, pushing off the counter.

“Yeah,” Robin agreed from where she was lying on the floor, “or we’ll at least have fries.”

They’d long since reshelved their minuscule number of leftover returns from yesterday, so anything, including fries, was a welcome distraction in Steve’s mind, no matter how much he was trying to watch what he ate.  (He wasn’t in high school anymore, after all.)

When he got back from the small restaurant that ran out of the end of the strip mall the Family Video was in, carrying his bag of fries, Robin hadn’t moved an inch.  He dropped the greasy paper bag on her stomach and headed to the back.  “I’m going to go wash my hands!” he called as he walked.  “The counter was sticky when I picked up my food, and I can still feel it on my fingers.”

As he went to shut the bathroom door, he yanked it open quickly to yell, “And don’t eat them all before I’m back!” then shut it.

Steve decided to take the opportunity to pee, too, since it’d been a while since he’d taken a bathroom break, and then he noticed a… gray hair?  Of course, he had to investigate it.  Sure, he told the kids they’d turn him gray before he could legally drink, but now they were actually doing it!

He’d inspected about half his hair for additional grays when he heard a raised voice coming from the store floor.  Instantly, he was on alert, pulling the door open and rushing out to check on Robin.

There was a middle-aged man, towering over Robin, face red and hands waving in a very threatening manner.  He could hear the man yelling but couldn’t make out all the words because of his tone.  God, if Robin knew, she’d give him so much crap for not going to the audiologist like she’d told him to do after his last concussion.  From what he could hear, though, was that he was mad about Robin… eating?

Steve immediately went to step between the two.  “Sir, you can’t speak to her like that.”

“Oh?” the man asked, voice raising, and got up into Steve’s face.  “Who are you?  The manager?”

“No, the manager isn’t in right now.  If you’re going to continue to be aggressive, then you need to leave,” he said, as he reached his left hand back to make sure Robin was a safe distance away in case the man started swinging.

The man puffed up even more.  “You can’t tell me what to do!  You’re not in charge here, little boy.  Go get Daddy, and then maybe we’ll talk.  Until then, she needs to know what terrible service she’s providing by eating on the job!”

When the man tried to step around Steve to go for Robin, he shifted to block the way, but he knew he wasn’t great in a fight, and there wasn’t anyone else around to stop it if this man decided to instigate one.

Which is when the bell above the door rang.  Steve looked out of the corner of his eye, trying to also keep the man in his line of sight, to see Nancy enter the store, followed by Argyle.  He watched as Nancy took in the situation and puffed up, ready to intervene.  Only for Argyle to cut off her attack.

“Hey, brochachos,” Argyle said calmly as he maneuvered around Nancy and came farther into the store.  “Looks like we got a disagreement on our hands.”

Steve could see as the man pulled a more genial facade over himself and turned to speak to Argyle, “Nothing to worry about.  Just an issue of customer service.”  He tried to pat Steve on the shoulder, but Steve ducked away, keeping a safe distance between them now and still not taking his eyes off him.

“Sure not what it looked like to me, dude,” Argyle countered, coming closer to the man.

The man strained to smile at Argyle.  “I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding.”

While Argyle was talking, Steve saw Nancy walk in a wide loop to get to a better position.  Her shoulders were tense, and he could tell she was still pretty alert.

“Uh, I don’t think so, my man.  That’s okay.  Just, you know… a quick question.  Have you ever tried not being a dumbass?” Argyle asked so calmly, starting to peruse the magazines on display at the register.

“What?” the man asked, dumbfounded.

“Yeah, I mean, like, it’d be a great day if you accidentally grabbed a glue stick instead of your chapstick, my man.  Not everyone needs to hear you be a whiny bitch about… what was it, Steve?”  Argyle pivoted to look at him.

Steve paused to make sure it wasn’t a rhetorical question, but it seemed Argyle was genuine.  “He was mad Robin was eating.”

Argyle nodded, sagely.  “Yeah, man, bad opinion.  Would’ve been better to keep that one to yourself,” he told the man.

The man started to puff up again and said, “You can’t speak to me like that!”

“Whoops, my bad, I could’ve sworn I was talking to an adult,” Argyle responded.  “Didn’t realize I’d be hurting your sensibilities by speaking the truth.”

All Steve could see was the man opening and closing his mouth, trying to figure out how to respond.

“Did you hear that?” Argyle asked earnestly, pausing for a long moment.  He continued, “That’s the sound of me not caring about whatever you’re trying to say, dude.  Seriously, bro, were you born this stupid or did you take lessons?  Get out of here.”  He nodded to the door, before continuing to flip through the magazine.

Steve heard Argyle say under his breath, “Ooo, I need to recommend these guys to Jon.  Band looks pretty chill,” as he read the article.

The man didn’t move for another long, tense moment – on the part of everyone except Argyle – before finally tucking his tail between his legs and fleeing.

Once the door finally swung shut, Argyle closed the magazine and set it on the counter, saying, “Whelp, I’m glad that douchebag’s out of here.”

At last, Steve said, “Thanks, man,” feeling like he could finally talk and no longer was frozen in a state of conflict, trying to decide whether to fight or take Robin and flee.

Nancy sidled up to Argyle from where she’d positioned herself in case of the worst and gave him a soft smile.  “You surprised me,” she said softly.

“Yeah,” Robin chimed in.  “Where did that come from?”  

Steve nodded because he knew exactly how she was feeling; he felt it too, like the world tilted on its axis since Argyle could be so casually mean.  Sure, he could be a bitch, too, but he tried to rein it in, especially at work, and even then, he was more ‘mean girl,’ according to Robin, as opposed to someone who ripped apart your being like Argyle just did.

“Eh.”  Argyle just shrugged.  “California’s just a different place, dude and dudettes.”

Read Chapter 2

[evansbby]

Just read WG3 first thing in the morning. And the one thing I can't say is:

I hate EVERYONE. I'm not team Steve. Not team Ari (maybe a little). I just want her to be happy😭😭 I felt so bad. She's such a sweetheart and all the men are treating her like shit.

First, Wanda is such a terrible friend. Like what the fuck?? Why would you leave your friend like that for your boyfriend?? Hello?? Breaking girl code. I just wanted to rip her hair out, I swear. My girl needs better friends!! Speaking of, I did not expect Sharon to be such a sweet girl. I expected her to be bitchy or something along those lines. BUT SHE WAS SO SWEET. And I can only imagine how guilty she feels every time she sees Sharon. To know that a girl whose bf you fucked is complimenting you?? I would drown in guilt. They'd be such good friends but it's just not meant to be🥹🥹.

AND Ari. The king of misunderstandings. He's such a dick. A huge dick. His only saving grace is his face, his body, and his humongous cock. He can be so sweet and gentle but he'll just come up with the worst way to word shit. Like why are you acting like you own her when you won't even break up with SHARON. And maybe explain why you and Steve don't like each other?? And give more concrete reasons as to why she should avoid Steve. You beefy whore.

I enjoyed the scene where she stood her ground. YES. Thank God, I was so proud of her. She needs a man who would actually cherish her and take care of her. Not someone stringing her along.

And I knew it. I had a bad feeling about Steve all along. It was too suspicious and I kept cringing every time he called me 'babygirl' and how he was so obviously trying to be cool and charming. I HATE him. It's so obvious how he's trying to use her to make Ari jealous (it worked).

I loved loved LOVED the scene where Steve threw the basketball at her. (Probably cause I kept running into scenarios where I get hit by basketballs in the face BUT I NEVER HAD AN ARI TO TAKE CARE OF ME.) I love how Ari rushed to pick her up and take care of me. He seemed softer in that scene even if he was still being an ass for acting like he owned her. But also it's kinda hot how overprotective he is. And again, thank god for the fact that she stood up for herself.

Now, the DATE. That bitch Steve. He's so gross, oh my god. I've never been this grossed out by a character before. Especially not my daddy Steve. Like what's his problem?? when he took her to his house and we got introduced to Kira. I knew something was wrong. He was trying to portray her as shy but I knew it was something more than that. He's so vileee. The way he was trying to force himself onto her??!! FUCK YOU. EW. That's so traumatizing. I hated him even more when he ruined her dress. She was so excited for their date and it just turned into this? All girls know how long it actually takes to plan your outfit, your makeup, your hair, etc. It's a whole workout. And I hate to see her so hurt because she's just the biggest sweetheart (you love to make your mcs suffer😭). I was so scared for her, literally clutching my pillow, so afraid for her safety. I was almost praying that Ari would come show up and beat him up. Like how is she gonna get home??? Then our savior Kira came. I'm so thankful for her but also scared. Like what's Steve gonna do to her once they're alone?? And the fact that all she had to do was threaten to call their parents to get him to stop? Small dick energy. I hope we get to see more of her, literally warmed me up when she gave her a pink sweater.

Onto the last scene. Ari. Okay, I was surprised he broke up with her but damn. Can't he read the room?? She obviously looked devastated and tired and exhausted. All of the above. I know he was so ready to tell her and I even thought it was cute when he'd gotten all dressed up for her and got a bouquet of flowers. I'm still team Daddy Ari obviously. But ughh, I'm so conflicted. Cause it shows that he's kinda still up in his own ass and so smug about things but I pray that he will get better. He probably will. I felt so frustrated at him because she clearly just wanted some space away from men💔 it's actually heartbreaking how she's been waiting to hear "I broke up with her" for so long and now it just means nothing to her. She just feels numb because she genuinely feels as if she's just a tool that men can use and dispose of. It's such an easy thing to relate to because tbh. Most men are shit and make you feel like that. For once, I hope to God Ari gets his shit together and beats Steve up for me. FUCK him.

Now girlie, thank you so much for this wonderful chapter💕💕 I've been waiting for it and stalking your page like a creep to see even the tiniest update. But also cause reading through your blog makes me happy and lifts up my mood. It's literally how I get my news. it's my morning routine. I hope you take a good break cause damn, this was a phenomenal chapter. You killed it again. Even while I'm reading the story, I literally have to stop and inspect the wording cause how'd you get it like that?? How do I write like that. I aspire to be able to write like you. I know I talk about it all the time but the way you build up on your story is sooo great. And I adore the tense moments contrasted with the sweet, flowery moments. I really feel as if IM THE MAIN CHARACTER. As If I'm in the story. I swear, I can literally smell Ari's perfume through the screen. Thank you again, hope you have the greatest day ever💕

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AHHHHH love you bestie thanks for this incredible review fr 🥹🥹🩷🩷

“I hate everyone” is such a mood coming out of this new chapter!!! I think the last few paragraphs really tapped into the feminine rage so many of us feel! Just this helpless feeling of men always being MEN and just being the worst no matter what! That’s what I was trying to convey 😭😭 fuck team Ari and team Steve too! Hehehe

Also yes, everyone expected Sharon to be a bitch but the plan was always to make her nice! In fact, even in poyt I wanted to make Sharon nice (in fact she is nice, she just gets a bit mean bc of justified reasons and misunderstandings lol). I think it just makes for a more interesting plot instead of doing the easy route and making all of you hate her by making her a typical mean girl! I mean, this girl gets cheated on in every fic I put her in 😭😭 it also adds another layer to the plot by making reader feel super guilty about sleeping with Ari behind Sharon’s back…

You calling Ari a beefy whore with a humongous cock is so funny bestie and so accurate 😭😭 none of us would be so forgiving towards him if he didn’t look the way he does lmfao.

Also omfg not you finding Steve cringeworthy with the “babygirl” stuff 😭😭😭😂😂😂 I lowkey thought it was cute and hot 🥹 but that’s so funny bc yeah, you could say he was putting on an act there trying to be cool… OR WAS HE??? 🤔🤔🤔 either way, it makes his character more interesting!

And omfg so you’ve also had experiences getting hit in the face with a basketball? Bc that plotline is actually PERSONAL to me! Inspired by when I was in year 10 and the only one new person in the whole grade and I was walking with some friends and some guys were playing football and the football hit me SO SO SO hard smack on my face! Like SO hard, I was winded. And I was the new girl and soooo shy so I didn’t even say anything and I had no beefy Ari either to help me! My friends yelled at the guy who’d kicked the ball though. He didn’t do it on purpose but they still YELLED at him angrily. Which looking back is so nice of them bc I was the new girl and they weren’t my proper friends, I’d only been in that school a month or two and wasn’t close to anyone! So it was sweet of them to fight for me like that. And the guy was like “uh sorry” but he didn’t even care!!! Idk why I just went off topic with this story bUT THAT IS WHAT GAVE ME THE BASKETBALL TO THE FACE IDEA!!! GIRLIES GETTING HIT WITH SPORTS BALLS IN THE FACE IS SO COMMON HELPPP 😭😭😭😭

Okay back to your review lmfao not you being grossed out by Steve during the date! Bestie I’m LIVING for your Steve hatred 😂😂😂 but also bestieee pls read that part again bc Kira isn’t afraid of Steve and Steve doesn’t ever and won’t ever hurt her 😭😭😭 In fact, Kira came into the kitchen excitedly to talk to Steve, and only got anxious and shy when she saw reader there! And Steve was just trying to make Kira come out of her shell more and be friends with reader! HE WAS JUST BEING A GOOD OLDER BRO BESTIE PLSSSS😭😭😭😭 bc i lowkey feel like i didn’t portray this properly but I think i did so now IDEK SKXNSKXNDKSK

But anyways yes Steve was a jerk to reader in his bedroom! Not him ruining her dress that she was so excited about 🥹😭

YASSS Ari all dressed up with the flowers was so cute! But you’re so right bestie, CAN HE NOT READ THE ROOM??? Bad timing lmfao. And maybe a little too late.

Thank you so so much for this review, seriously your words mean everything to me and they give me such validation! Bc when you say that you can literally smell Ari’s perfume and you literally feel like you’re in the story, YES THANK YOU! That’s what I want yall to feel so I’m so so happy about that 🥹🥹🥹🩷🩷

[trans-elrond]

one line, any fic

rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

tagged by @firstelevens thank you! <3

tagging @aadmelioraa @wildwren @brynnmclean @elrondsscribe @misterghost @murraybaeman

crushed by the wheel and reshaped by the gear (elrond x adar)

Rare it was for Elves to come this way in these days, but much had fallen on this land that did not normally occur, and Elrond supposed they must already knew he had come here for the Southlanders.

surrendered at the start of the game (elendil x míriel x valandil)

She turns as he approaches, something glittering in her eyes, and he bows, relying entirely on instincts to keep him afloat. “Your majesty,” he murmurs, and keeps his head bowed even as he straightens back up.

where nature unmakes the boundary (elrond x durin)

“Oh, enough with the fancy words,” Durin scoffs, and Elrond’s heart lightens; things cannot be too terrible if Durin is still getting prickly in response to attempts at Elven diplomatic address. “For once in your life just say something simple, Elrond, simple and honest.”

take my hand, wreck my plans (eddie x steve x reader)

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he says after a long moment. “You are putting way too much blame on yourself.”

“Who else,” you say, words grating like nails on a chalkboard—you hate saying it out loud, especially to him, when you wanted so very badly to impress him. “Who else can I blame.”

He sits back, raises his eyebrows, and holds up his hand to count off. “Your shitty parents. Your shitty teachers. Your shitty friends. Your shitty boss and your shitty coworkers. And, yes, the fucking rest of the world. You said it yourself you never had any examples of a different kind of life. So everyone around you failed you because you should’ve had that.”

love should make you feel good (abner x reader)

For now you rest your head against his and tell yourself to breathe it all in and commit to memory how good it is. How lucky and happy you are. How every inhale and exhale is easy and gentle and good, and how you ask for nothing more than this—the space to exist quietly, you and your love, while a storm rages far away.

where does such tenderness come from (murdoc x reader)

So you try to brush it off and only occasionally indulge in snatches of daydream scenarios where he comes back to you, your name sweet on his lips, and tells you some great secret of his—something that could unravel his life like the secret of your name could unravel yours, equally sharp knives held at each other’s throats. Trust or blackmail—does it really matter which it is as long as the result is the same? You handed each other the knives willingly. Mutually assured destruction. 

for all your suffering by night, you are not separate from me (druig x makkari x ikaris)

Makkari took a second before signing, You once left us too. Druig started to interrupt, but Makkari shushed him with a wave of her hand. I know it wasn’t the same situation. You had good reason. But do you remember how alone you felt at first? How terrible? Ikaris is lost. He will stay lost forever unless someone finds him.

let the sign given lead (elendil x original female character)

He cannot bear to look at the brand as it nears; instead he looks down at her. Her veil is translucent, but in the dark he cannot make out her features. The poker reaches close enough to burn the hair on his chest; he feels the heat on his skin, and clenches his teeth so he will not cry out.

At the very last moment before it makes contact she twists her wrist; only the straight edge meets his skin; he grunts but does not cry out, and she pulls back as he breathes heavily through his nose.

She drops the brand to the ground; it clatters on the stone. “It is a test,” she says softly, “and it is done. You have passed.”

you're all i taste [at night inside of my mouth] (kieren x simon)

Ever since coming back from the dead and everything that followed, ever since kissing Simon—not too far from right here, actually—the notion of candlelit dinners and starry-eyed promises is unappealing, not that they can eat real food anyway. Mostly he dreams of a simple, quiet life with someone he cares for. Doing no harm, only getting into the safest kinds of trouble. No grand gestures but the grand gesture of a small infinity together. No roses but the ones growing in a shared garden plot, maintained by the toil of two sets of hands.

look down on this city thinking (should i have loved you more) (abner x reader)

so where to begin? and how?

just that there is something like a miracle to it, and you know it deep in your gut and it burns you and it frees you: that there is a moment, there is a world, there is an infinity, where hell itself gives up its dead, where you stumble home across your own threshold after ten lost years, falling into the arms of the one you love who against all odds is still here, still here, still here.

[fizzigigsimmer]

Mob Boss!Steve and Cop!Billy Au

Billy’s a legacy cop. His dad wore the badge and his dad before him, and he’s never really had much of a choice about it. Cause on the one hand, Neil’s a piece of shit who beat his mom while the entire precinct looked the other way; but on the other hand he can’t let Neil be right. He can hack it. He deserves the uniform. Maybe he’ll even track his mom down one day, just show up on her doorstep and not say a word. Just give her back the only thing she left him as a final fuck you - proof he didn’t need her to stay even though she should have. In the meantime he can put lowlifes and thugs like Neil behind bars, break their bones in the back seat of his cruiser with impunity because none of his brothers in blue are going to opose a little private justice. He knows first hand just how good they are at looking the other way.

Chicago is a tough beat. The mayors got the entire department busting up neighborhoods and sprinkling crack over the bodies of latin kings and small time gang members while he smokes cigars and drinks wine with the old crime families who have run this town since the days of Capone. Billy’s never been too sure where the line is between right and wrong, but it’s getting hazier by the year. This can’t be all there is. Shitty people shitting on other people, grinding each other into the dirt, and getting richer all the time off the grind.

One night he decides he’s gonna put a gun in his mouth, cause fuck it. Why not? But he wants one last drink at his favorite bar. He doesn’t know it, but someone’s been watching him. Paying attention to the young hot head who did a number on his enforcer because good talent and loyalty is hard to find and while Benny had both, here’s livings proof that he can do better. Steve Harrington always wants the best and always gets what he wants. It’s because he’s able to read people, wind them up and watch them go, and make them do what he wants. It’s laughably easy getting Billy right where he wants him, hooked on big lonely eyes, fearful confessions in the dark and soft neck kisses.

The man who offers to buy Billy a drink that night is deceptively normal looking. His suit says 9-5, and he’s got a soft nervous smile like he’s not used to trying to pick up guys in bars but he’s hopeful that Billy will be interested. He’s too soft for this world. Billy would break a guy like him in no time flat but he figures since he’s checking out anyway maybe it would be nice to have one last bite of something sweet. It’s a mistake because from the minute he and Steve touch, Billy’s sure no one has ever responded to him like that - like he’s unmaking them and putting them back together all at once. No one looks at him like he’s their entire world, like they’d let it all burn around them and keep their eyes on him the entire time. Like he’s the water of life in the dry dry desert.

Billy’s shocked when some instinct wakes him in the middle of the night and he finds Steve with his gun in his mouth, ready to take his own life. He stops him, doesn’t know much but knows one thing - he cant stomach the thought of the light going out in those doe eyes and live in a world absent of that hesitant laugh for even a single minute. Steve breaks down about how his dad is the head of the biggest crime family in Chicago and how far George Harrington is willing to go to control his life. He tells Billy the man Billy broke and put behind bars was the only one standing between Steve and his father. He’s a dead man walking and he’s tired. Tired of the bullshit. If this is all there is then it’s better to die. Isn’t it?

Billy realizes that no, it wouldn’t be. Beauty is always a terrible thing to waste, and Steve is terribly beautiful inside and out like a complex math problem without a solve. One whose numbers keep stretching into infinity, tickling the brain, whetting the appetite for what comes next.

It’s hearing words he thought himself not long ago as if they were plucked right out of his head… it’s that searing look in Steve’s eyes that peels back his skin and leaves him open like a wound… he knows this is no coincidence. Knows he has been seen. That he’s being manipulated and played with, and that Steve’s not the guy who coaches kids and admited a secret preference for girly drinks after the third beer. There’s so much more to him than that. He’s a viper. A snake poised in the grass. A dangerous man to refuse and a foolish one to love.

Billy doesn’t. Refuse him.

[maximons]

Tricks And Treats

Summary: Pietro tries to get Wanda and Y/n to finally admit their feelings for each other and takes them to a haunted house. Too bad Wanda is a full on scaredy cat...or is that exactly what is needed?

Word Count: 2,915

Genre: Fluff

Requested?: Yes

A/N: Finally back with the Fluff! Here’s that one shot I promised like a week ago lmao Happy Reading!

Halloween was for sure your favorite holiday.

You knew you were in the minority with that thought, seeing most people picked Christmas as their favorite, but you didn’t care. You always loved the time of year that came with Halloween, your birthday fell pretty close to it, you get to dress up and pretend to be someone else for a day, and it’s full on spooky season! What wasn’t there to love?

Well apparently a lot, at least according to your best friend Wanda.

For someone who’s a witch, you find it very funny that she doesn’t like the holiday.

You first met Wanda during the whole Ultron situation, back then she took on a more ‘emo’ appearance. Don’t tell anyone you said this, but you wouldn’t mind if she adopted the look again cause damn, so you just assumed Halloween and all things spooky would be for her, right?

Wrong.

You quickly learned that Wanda was not a fan of scary. You remember asking her to go see this new horror movie with you, it was your first time hanging out alone together and you just figured it’d be something she was into.

By the end of the movie, her face was buried in her knees, and she didn’t believe you when you told her the movie was over. The poor teenager working the theater was pretty annoyed with you both.

Needless to say, you didn’t bother her about anything spooky related again.

So when Pietro came to you two asking if you wanted to go to the new haunted house in town, you were beyond shocked that she agreed without a second thought.

“Uh, Wanda are you sure?” You asked, very hesitant. “I don’t know if you’ve ever been to a haunted house before, but-”

“I know what they are, Y/n.” Wanda cut you off before you finished, seeming very enthused, which confused you more. “I think it’ll be really cool!”

“Yeah...Wands, I know this group. This isn’t your typical ‘few scary decorations with the occasional light jump scare’ thing. These guys are intense.” You tried again. You didn’t know what had gotten into the witch, but you were sure she was making a mistake here.

“Y/n/n, relax. I’m not a child, I can handle myself. Trust me, okay? It’ll be great!” The bright smile on Wanda’s face was always a sight you welcomed, but it confused you in the moment. Still, you knew once her mind was set on something...let’s just say it’d be easier to find all the infinity stones than to talk her out of it.

“Alright, if you say so.” You shrugged, deciding it was best to drop the topic. Besides, she was right, Wanda’s a grown woman who can make her own choices. You just get to wait to be able to tell her that her choice was a stupid one. “So Friday night?” You asked Pietro, who nodded excitedly.

“Friday night!” He confirmed.

“Okay, cool.” You took another quick sip of your morning coffee before setting your mug down. “I gotta get ready for training. So happy to be working with Steve today instead of Nat, he’s always a walk in the park.” You said sarcastically with a roll of your eyes. “Wish me luck.” 

The twins wished you luck as you left the room to go get ready. After they were sure you were out of earshot, the witch turned to her brother. “This is your plan? Are you crazy?”

“I know, I know, but trust me, okay?” He reassured, walking to the fridge to grab himself a drink. “Y/n loves this stuff, and as she is the love of your life-”

“Whoa, whoa, I-I never said-”

“-You should experience the things that she loves to do.” Pietro finished, ignoring his sister’s intervention. “I’ll do my best to stay out of your guys’ way, and you have the whole evening to yourselves. Sounds perfect to me.”

“Yeah, until I act like a complete, how do they say, ‘spaz’ around her again.” Wanda sighed, leaning on the kitchen counter in defeat.

“You won’t. You know what kind of things to expect now. And if you do freak out, all the more reason to be by her side. She will protect you.”

Wanda looked at her brother in confusion. “I can protect my self.”

Pietro rolled his eyes playfully. “Not what I meant. You will see, sestra.”

Friday night came before you know it, and you, Wanda and Pietro were waiting in the line to buy your tickets to enter.

“Holy shit, this is a long line.” Pietro complained, causing you to chuckle.

“Not surprising. It’s the week before Halloween, weather’s nice, and this group doesn’t come to New York a whole lot. More surprised it isn’t longer actually.” You shrugged.

“Why don’t they come to New York? I thought this was one of America’s more popular states?” Wanda asked.

“It is, but ever since Loki invaded and our merry band of misfits formed, tourism and things like this have been down a whole lot.” You leaned down to get closer to Wanda’s ear. “I guess we’ve been the scary ones all along.” You joked, but Wanda was more focused on trying to calm down and forget the feeling of your breath against her ear.

“Everything alright there, Wanda?” Pietro asked after a moment, teasing smirk on his face. Before Wanda could even fire back, a voice from in front of you spoke up.

“No way! You guys are Avengers!” The group in front of you turned around, one of the guys recognized you instantly.

“Uh, yes...we are.” Wanda awkwardly stated. You knew Wanda hated fan interactions, and to be honest you weren’t a fan of these situations either. They were unpredictable. The Avengers were either beloved or despised, and you’ve been on both ends of the reaction spectrum. Wanda and Pietro, unfortunately, have seen a lot more animosity than you and the others.

Honestly, you couldn’t even fault the ones that didn’t love you guys. You weren’t ignorant and knew your battles have caused a lot of problems for a lot of people. You could sympathize, but that didn’t mean you wanted to be on the receiving end of that anger. Especially not when you were trying to just have a fun night out with your friends. “Look guys, we’re really just here to have a good time. We don’t wanna cause a scene.” You said.

“Nah, nah, it’s cool. I think you guys are awesome!” The guy said, and it was clear to you then that the dude was baked out of his mind. “Especially you, with the red wiggly woos!” He pointed to Wanda as he gave a terrible impression of her hand movements. You smiled, happy to see a fan interaction go well for Wanda.

The joy you felt didn’t last long though, as another guy in the group turned to you, blunt in his hand. “Hey, you’re the fire one right? Can you do me a solid?” He gestured to you, asking you to give him a light. You sighed, the twins chuckling at the situation.

“Yeah, but don’t ask again.” You ignited the tip of your finger, gently placing it on the end of the blunt. The group turned around in line and continued to go about their own conversation. You felt Wanda elbow your side, and you turned to see a smirk on her face. When you heard Pietro’s snicker, you groaned.

“Shut up.”

“Look at you, helping delinquents. Aren’t you supposed to be a superhero? Bringer of justice and all of that?” Wanda teased and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Yeah, but I’m the fun one. It’s just weed.” You said confidently, but the witch saw through it and you dropped the act. “And the last time that happened and I said no, the dude burst into tears.” You said under your breath.

“There it is.” She smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back despite you being the subject of mockery. You loved seeing her smile, you didn’t care about the reason why.

Before you knew it, Pietro announced that you guys were next in line to buy tickets. He bought his and stepped aside so you can go next. “Hi, two please.” Wanda turned to you with her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“Wha- Y/n, I can afford it.” She chuckled nervously, flattered by the action.

“I know, but when I have to drag you out of here cause you’re paralyzed in fear, at least you won’t regret dropping forty bucks on it.” You shrugged as you handed the cashier your credit card.

Wanda’s face reddened, something she quickly tried to hide from her brother who was enjoying this way too much. Her flustered state faded quickly when she processed what you said. “Hey!” You chuckled before thanking the cashier as she returned your card.

“Please go to the table to sign your waivers, entrance is down that hill. Enjoy your night.” The monotone voice told you that the poor woman’s been working all night. You didn’t have time to dwell on that though as you felt a panicked tapping on your arm.

“What’s wrong? We haven’t even entered yet.” You teased.

“W-what did she mean by waivers?” You chuckled at the panicked tone in the witch’s voice.

“Just means if you have a heart attack or something, you can’t sue.” You shrugged nonchalantly, but Wanda took it very seriously and turned to you with even wider eyes.

“That can happen!?”

“Well, it happened at least once if the thought of doing a waiver.” You answered, once again, nonchalantly. You looked at Wanda and could swear you saw her blood run cold. You laughed, which resulted in you receiving a glare. “Relax, Wan, you’ll be fine. You’re an Avenger, you’ve faced off against killer robots, stared death in the face time and time again!” You exclaimed dramatically as you waved your arms. You noticed Wanda start to smile and relax her shoulders. 

“Thanks, Y/n.” She gave you a sweet smile, and you couldn’t help but melt.

“Yeah, anytime.” Your eyes locked with Wanda, you were about to look away but couldn’t. ‘Wow, were her eyes always this green? They’re beautiful.’ You thought.

A blush appeared on the witch’s face as she tore her gaze from you. You were about to ask what happened, but were interrupted. “Let’s go slow pokes!” Pietro’s voice shouted, effectively breaking the moment.

“Yeah, yeah Sonic, we’re coming!” You rolled your eyes as you shouted back. Wanda giggled at the banter between you and her brother, she loved that you two were close. With that, you and her headed down the hill towards the entrance.

After about a half hour, it seemed Wanda was holding up well. The three of you walked out of the corn maze, and she had a triumphant smile on her face. “I thought you said this place was scary.” She teased causing you to roll your eyes playfully.

“Congratulations you survived the corn maze, you get to join the hall of fame with the other twelve year-olds.” As if to emphasize your point, three twelve year-olds ran out of the maze in giggles, clearly unaffected. Wanda pouted. “Aw, don’t worry. I thought you were very brave.” You teased yet again, which resulted in an elbow to the side.

“You’re a jerk.” Wanda held back a smile as she strutted forward. You laughed as you jogged forward to catch up.

“Alright, are you guys ready for the big one?” Pietro asked and your eyes widened.

“Oh, Piet, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You said as you nudged your head towards Wanda, hinting that you didn’t think she could handle that. Unfortunately, she caught on.

“Aw come on, Y/n. I’m not a baby.” 

“I know, but you can’t go from the corn maze to...that.” You gestured towards the haunted maze entrance, a giant purple demon with smoke blowing out of it’s ears looming over. You guys turned at the sound of screams, and saw a group run out of the maze in fear, which then dissolved into laughter.

“They seem to be having fun.” Wanda gestured towards the group.

“Yeah, after the screams of terror.” You shot back. “You can’t go from walking around the block to running a marathon.”

“Oh yeah? Watch me.” Wanda strutted forward towards the entrance, determined to prove you wrong.

You groaned as you looked over to Pietro, who watched the whole ordeal with a cheeky smile. “Your sister’s insane.”

“Yeah, but you love it.” Pietro said under his breath, but you still heard it.

“What?”

“Nothing!” With that, the man sped forward, catching up to his sister at the entrance. You stared after him for a moment in shock before joining them.

The three of you walked the path, and everything seemed to be going well...for all of five seconds. The first jump scare happened behind Wanda. The loud screech startled her, and she jumped with a scream. She stumbled into your arms, and you wrapped them around her in order to keep her from falling. You chuckled, and Wanda looked up at you with the intention to glare. However, when your eyes locked again, Wanda couldn’t help but stare.

You, of course, had to ruin the moment. “Not too late to turn back, y’know. This is just the beginning.” Wanda groaned and pulled away from you, continuing forward. You laughed. “You can hold my hand if you want!” You don’t know what compelled you to say that, but you knew you weren’t entirely joking.

And you didn’t regret it when Wanda reached out and held your hand without another word. You smiled, squeezing her hand.

What you didn’t see was Pietro giving Wanda a thumbs up as you both walked past.

At some point, you guys lost Pietro in the dark maze. Wanda wasn’t even worried as she still held your hand tightly, and you knew the man would be fine and he’ll meet up with you at the exit. 

Wanda had been holding up better than you thought. You wouldn’t say she was good per say, seeing as she screamed and practically jumped into your arms at the slightest sound, but she hadn’t collapsed on the ground in tears yet, so you’d count that as a win.

“Gotta say, Maximoff. I’m impressed.” You said as you two walked down the maze hand in hand.

“I’m just being that super brave Avenger like you said.” Wanda giggled, and you couldn’t help but melt at the noise.

“Well you’re doing an awesome job. Even if the last three guys almost made you pee your pants.” You laughed loudly as you took in the shocked reaction the woman gave you.

“Y/n!” She scolded, but before you could even respond, the worst jump scare yet occurred. 

A large animatronic growled and lowered from the ceiling right behind Wanda. The witch turned to look briefly as she screamed loudly and jumped to you again. This time, however she literally jumped into your arms. You quickly braced your hands under her thighs, catching her, as she wrapped her legs around your waist. The force from the jump caused you to stumble back into a darker corner of the maze. Your back hit a hay wall, and you and Wanda laughed at the moment. Your laughter continued for a moment, and Wanda lifted her head from your shoulder to look into your eyes. Both of you got quiet as you continued to stare, sensing the moment shift.

“You okay?” You whispered, almost as if talking to loudly would shatter the moment. Wanda nodded, eyes still locked onto yours. After a moment of silence, she spoke up.

“Y’know...I think a distraction would help.” Your eyebrows shot up at the insinuation. You doubted you heard her correctly, but when you saw her eyes shift down to your lips, you knew what she wanted. And you wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t want it too.

“I...Yeah, I think I could help with that.” You barely got your sentence out when Wanda smashed her lips to yours roughly. You tightened your hold on her thighs as she wrapped her arms around your neck. You stood there, making out roughly against the wall of the maze. As wild and sudden as this was, you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.

Pietro noticed you two were gone for a really long time. He was beginning to get concerned, and pulled out his phone ready to call one of you. Turns out he didn’t need to. 

You two came out of the maze, only you weren’t alone. You and Wanda each had a security guard holding your arm. After you two were out of the maze completely, they let you go and walked off. It was then that Pietro noticed both of your disheveled states. And he could swear he saw two or three hickeys forming on your neck.

“No you didn’t-” He started, but you cut him off.

“Not a word.” Your hand found it’s way to Wanda’s as you guys walked towards the exit of the park, figuring it’d be bad Avengers press if you guys stayed any longer at this point. You had an awesome night anyway, and didn’t care if it ended a little early. Besides, you had a feeling you’d get to have some more...fun when you got back to the compound.

You didn’t notice Pietro high five Wanda’s free hand.

[tricksters-captain]

Bucky Barnes Imagines - Some Sunny Day Part 1

AN: My Marvel obsession has been lying dormant since Endgame finished but Wandavision and Falcon and Winter Soldier have brought it back to life.... This is going to be a series based off the show. Kind of like my ‘Oh Dear’ fic, it’s the series with an added characters and story lines. 

Summary: Before the Blip, you and Bucky were close. After you both returning and Tony’s funeral, you decided to go back to your home town to spend time with your family. When duty calls, you return.  

In this chapter: You reunite with Sam and Bucky (Based on S1 EP2)

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Sam Wilson x Platonic!Reader

Word Count: 6,883

Warnings: Spoilers for episode 2, strong language, violence. 

You and Bucky had always been close. 

You were close with Steve before Bucky joined the avengers and you fought on Steve’s side during the small civil war between the avengers. 

Steve was your best friend and Sam always knew how to make you smile but there was something about Bucky that was different to the rest of the avengers. 

You had spent some time in Wakanda with Bucky at Steve’s request and you two had always fought side by side and it crushed Steve when you both taken during the blip and he wasn't. 

When you returned, you were thrust back into battle almost immediately. The final fight against Thanos which resulted in you losing Tony and then Steve. 

Nothing seemed to matter except the fact you had been gone for 5 whole years. You had missed 5 whole years with your friends and family. They had changed whilst you were gone and you came back the same as you left.

When Steve returned the infinity stones, he hadn’t given you warning that he wasn’t coming back the same age he was going in but he had warned Bucky. They had spoken about it before apparently and after everything, you felt kind of betrayed. 

You knew you’d never understand Steve’s choice but it was his choice. You were just upset Bucky didn’t warn you. 

You returned to your home town after that day. 

You returned to find some people had changed and some hadn’t but you knew you wanted to be around and spend time with them. 

After all the years fighting for the avengers and only calling every once in a blue moon. It seemed to finally dawn on you that you should spend time with them whilst you still could. 

However, that only lasted around 6 months before you found yourself answering a phone call from Sam. 

You were at a birthday party for one of your old school friend’s daughters when you felt your phone go off. 

You put down one of the little girls who had be asking you a hundred questions about being apart of the avengers and excused yourself from the party. 

“Tell me why I got an awful feeling when I saw your caller ID come up on my phone.” You answered, folding your free hand under your arm as you leant against the wall. 

“It’s cause your subconscious is reminding you about that one time you said no when I asked you out on a date and you regret that now.”  Sam’s voice instantly made you crack a smile. 

“Or maybe it’s because every time I get a call from you it’s to do with the world ending or something worse.” You shot back. 

“It’s good to hear your voice too.” Sam chuckled at your comment before he had responded. 

“So what’s going on? I haven’t heard much from you in months.” You asked. 

“That’s around the time you up and left us for the old way of living.” Sam reminded you that you were the one that decided to go cold agent and return home. 

“There isn’t anything wrong with a little quiet.” You told him as you looked back through the window to the children that were the opposite of quiet. 

“No there isn't.” Sam agreed, “However, I got a situation here at the moment that I could really use your help with.”

“I guess it’s a bit bigger than the usual military op or you wouldn’t be calling?” You frowned. You were in the loop enough to know Sam had been apart of the airforce these past 6 months and had been taking part in frequent missions but nothing that concerned you. 

“I’m sending you over the details now. I’d appreciate it if you could come.” Sam sent you through a file and you pulled your phone away from your ear to open it. 

“You don’t need to convince me, Sam. I’ll be there since I know you wouldn’t ask unless it was serious.” You answered honestly. 

“Guess I’ll be seeing you soon then.” You could practically hear Sam’s smirk through the phone.

“Depends how quick I can get a bag together and your jet can get me to you.” You told him as you picked up your jacket from the coat rack. 

“Well it’s no Red Wing but it’s pretty fast.” Sam stated. “Oh and (Y/n)... You haven’t seen the news in the past hour or so, have you?”

“No? Why?” You frowned at the hesitation in Sam’s voice. 

“Just... take a look.” Sam told you before you ended the call. 

You opened up the news on your phone and what you saw made your mouth go dry and your stomach drop. 

‘JOHN WALKER; NEW CAPTAIN AMERICA’

You felt an anger rise up in you as you watched the wannabe waltz onto screen with Steve’s shield in his paws. 

When Sam gave up the shield, you didn’t know how to feel at first but now... now you weren’t surprised Sam didn’t elaborate on what he wanted you to see.

You said your apologies and your goodbyes pretty swiftly and you had already stashed an emergency bag ready to go under your bed so you were soon on your way.

It didn’t take terribly long to get to the air base where Sam was waiting for you. 

“Who the hell is this guy and why is he calling himself the new Captain America?” 

“Nice to see you too.” Sam wasn’t surprised at the attitude once you stepped off the plane.

“Sam, first you call me up to help deal with this wannabe terrorist group and now I just find out that Steve’s shield, which you gave up, is being held by some wannabe superhero.” You dumped your bag on the floor as you closed the gap between you and Sam.

“Trust me, I’m not happy about it either and I knew nothin about it but we have bigger fish to fry right now so can we cut the dramatic and get to actually saying hello?” Sam stared down at you with his hands on his hips. 

You sighed and gave in.

You wrapped your arms around the man and hugged him warmly.

“I’m sorry. I just––”

“–I know.” Sam didn’t need your apology. He understood how you were feeling. You both loved Steve so much. 

“Miss (Y/N)(Y/L/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” A voice brought your attention away from Sam to a man approaching you both. 

“(Y/n), Torres. Torres, (Y/n).” Sam introduced you to the uniformed man and you shook his hand politely. 

“Nice to meet you.” You weren’t sure if you had gotten used to the way most civilians looked at you after you became apart of the avengers. When you joined you didn’t realise becoming famous would be apart of the gig.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but Miss (Y/L/N) has to come with me to get logged into the clearance system and sort out a couple things.” Torres pointed over his shoulder as he explained. 

“And by that he means sign an autograph for his kid sister.” Sam teased the man. 

“What?” Torres’ cheeks tinged pink. “No!”

“It’s alright. Lead the way.” You picked up your bag and sent a quick smile to Sam before turning back to Torres. “Oh and you can call me (Y/n) by the way.” 

It didn’t take too long for Torres to fill you in on Sam’s plan for the mission as he logged in a few details so you could have clearance around the airbase. 

You did end up signing an autograph after a little tiptoeing around the question and then by the time you walked back out into the open you spotted someone you hadn’t expected to see. 

It was Bucky. 

“Looking good for a senior citizen.” You spoke up as you approached Sam and Bucky. 

Bucky had his back to you but the sound of your voice soon paused his conversation with Sam and he spun around. 

“Hey Buck.” You smiled but you couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous. “Long time no see.” 

“(Y/n).” Bucky stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you. 

You chuckled at his tight embrace but hugged him back just as tight all the same. 

“You, uh, you look good.” Bucky cleared his throat as he pulled away from you. 

“If you’ll excuse us, Casanova, we got places to be.” Sam tried to pull you away from Bucky but Bucky only followed. 

“I’m coming with you.” Bucky announced. 

“No, you’re not!” Sam argued. 

You hadn’t missed the men’s bickering...

In spite of Sam’s protest, Bucky ended up on the flight anyway. 

“So how’s it been away from the Avengers?” Bucky asked you as you both prepared for the mission.

Sam was up with Torres in the cockpit so you and Bucky were alone for the first time since you saw each other.

“It’s been okay. Spending time at home. Doing non-hero regular folk stuff.” You chuckled weakly as you pulled off your sweater. Bucky’s eyes fell to your chest as you had only wore a vest underneath. You felt your cheeks burn as you pretended not to notice.

“Uh, same.” Bucky cleared his throat before he spoke.. “Been strange without you around.”

“Buck, you know I needed time away from everything. From Sam, from you... After Steve, I...” You let your words drop away. 

There was a short silence before Bucky decided to change the subject.

“I’ve been seeing a therapist. Court mandated. She’s got me doing this whole redemption thing. Contacting people in my past. Making things right.” 

“And how’s that going for you?” You couldn’t help but smirk slightly at the idea of Bucky forcing himself to face his past at the request of a therapist. 

“Well I have three rules I’m meant to stick to and let’s say I’m not exactly following them closely.” Bucky admitted as he folded his hoodie.

“Does your therapist know that?” You cocked an eyebrow at the man with a light amused expression.

“What do you think.” Bucky smirked back at you.

“Be careful. I might tell on you.” You sighed playfully. 

“You’re actually on the list.” Bucky suddenly confessed. “I wanted to make things right after...” Bucky paused for a moment. “...After Steve. I should have warned you. Should have told you the truth.” 

“Bucky.” You stopped him. “It’s okay. Steve made a choice and he chose to talk to you about it. You’re his best friend and the only other person on the team who could’ve really understood why he did what he did. I’m not holding it against you.” 

“I’m still sorry.” Bucky looked you in the eyes as he spoke, “You were with him for so long when I wasn’t around. You should’ve got a real warning.” 

“Thanks Buck.” You pressed your lips into a brief sad smile before looking down at your boots. 

“I’ve really missed you, (Y/n).” Bucky uttered. 

“I really missed you too.” You stopped tying your lace to look up at the man. 

His short hair had really revealed his face and you couldn’t help but notice every part of it. The lines by his eyes when he smiled, the curve of his lips, the shadow that was just coming on.

You straightened up and stepped towards the man. 

“I like the new haircut by the way.” You reached up and let your fingers brush the top of his forehead. “Makes you look almost like a civilian.” 

Bucky couldn’t help but feel his body tense under your touch. 

“You look tired though.” You let your hand drop down to his cheek. “Not been sleeping well?”

Bucky forced himself to move away from your touch.

“Bad dreams.” Bucky murmured. 

“I figured therapy might have been helping you with those.” You frowned, “I remember sharing wake up duty with Steve like it was yesterday.”

“Every time it was your turn you’d make hot coco.” Bucky reminded you. It brought back images of you and Bucky sat in a small kitchen drinking hot chocolate that you had made despite Bucky’s insisting that he didn’t want any. 

“Seems like a lifetime ago.” You smiled but the memories only made you feel dismal. It seemed those were simpler times. Steve was still around, at least. 

Bucky handed you your jacket in the silence and you took it gratefully.

“I’m not interrupting something, am I?” Sam said rather loudly as he climbed down the ladder. 

“No, we were just getting ready which is what you should be doing.” You picked up Sam’s bag and tossed it to him which he caught effortlessly. “I’m going to check a few things with Torres. Try not to kill each other whilst I’m gone.” 

Bucky watched you climb the ladder up to the cockpit and Sam watched Bucky. 

“I’ll never understand why you won’t just shoot your shot with the girl.” Sam shook his head as he opened his duffle. 

“Shoot my what?” Bucky glared over at the man with confusion clear in his eyes. 

“Your shot, man. (Y/n) has clearly been in love with you since Steve dragged your ass onto the team. What she sees in you compared to this, I’ll never understand but she clearly sees something.” Sam had gestured to himself when he spoke but Bucky just rolled his eyes. 

“Maybe instead of talking about (Y/n), you should actually tell me what the plan is?” Bucky suggested as he zipped up his jacket securely. 

“How about you stop avoiding your feelings?” Sam retorted which made Bucky shut up and sit down. 

“I’m not avoiding my feelings.” Bucky grumbled as he glared at the man. 

“Yeah right.” Sam scoffed, shaking his head as he started to change. 

You didn’t return to the boys until you were approaching the drop off. 

“(Y/n), you’ll be out first.” Torres explained as you put in your ear piece, trying your hardest to ignore Bucky and Sam starring daggers at each other behind you. 

“Great. See you on the ground, fellas.” You jumped from the aircraft just as you heard Bucky ask what the plan was in your earpiece. 

You had to jump earlier then the men since you were approaching the building from another angle but that didn’t mean you couldn’t hear them bicker still on the aircraft. 

When you reached the warehouse, you remained hidden in the trees. You watched several people start to load two trucks with large boxes. 

“You’re doing the staring thing again. They’re in there.” You heard Sam’s voice in your earpiece. He must have been talking to Bucky inside the warehouse. 

“Where’s the guy?” Bucky asked. 

“I don’t know. I think they’re smuggling weapons, though.” Sam responded before you could. 

“Well, I think you could be right.” Bucky agreed with a passive aggressive tone. “But there’s only one way to find out. I see a clear path. I say we take it.”

“We’re not assassins.” Sam argued with Bucky.

“I’ll see you inside or not.” Bucky must've walked away from what you could hear. 

“Hey, come on, man. I’m just messing with you! Come back.” You could practically see Sam’s smile in your head.

“If you guys are done, I have a visual on the targets. They’re loading up two red trucks.”

“We’re moving up now.” Bucky replied to you. 

“Look at you. All stealthy.” Sam was teasing him. “A little time in Wakanda and you come out White Panther.”

“It’s actually White Wolf.” Bucky corrected him and Sam’s reaction almost made you laugh out loud. 

You tried to move closer to the trucks to see exactly what was going inside but it was risky with the group constantly checking around them. 

“All right, I’m inside. Therefore, way ahead of you. It’s not great, but very doable.” Bucky’s voice came up again. “Hello. How are you?” Bucky sounded irritated. Sam must've snuck up on him. 

“Good. What did I miss? Nothing.” Sam whispered back. 

“All right, let’s go.” Bucky commanded but Sam stopped him. 

“No, wait.”

“I got a vibranium arm. I can take them.” Bucky held up his arm as he fought against Sam’s halt.

“And I can fly. Who gives a shit?” Sam muttered. “Wait. I want to see where they’re going.”

“Guys I may not be in the same location as you but I can hear everything you’re saying so quick the arguing” You whispered lowly as you kept your eyes trained on the trucks. 

You tried to zone out the boys bickering as you crept forward. A crashing noise from inside the warehouse made you jump back and hide as the flash smasher members all stopped and looked. 

“Be careful.” You hissed at the both of them.

“It wasn’t my fault.” Bucky tried to defend himself but frankly you didn't care. The trucks were staring to close up and their engines switched on. 

You watched the people pile into the trucks and you dived over, taking hold of the backdoors and clinging on. 

“They have a hostage.” Sam told you as the trucks drove off with you attached. 

“Then get moving.” You commanded. You pulled open the door you were hanging to and opened it. 

“No sight of a hostage in here.” You informed Sam as you looked around. “Just boxes of vaccines.” 

“I found her.” Bucky must've gotten inside the other truck. “Hi. You okay?” Bucky’s voice was then followed by a crashing sound. 

However, you had your own problems... 

You heard a loud bang behind you and you turned to see two men at the end of the truck. They both had masks on. 

“Cute masks.” You taunted them before they charged at you. 

You threw three knives at them, two managed to hit one of the men in the thigh and chest but the second man had knocked the third one away. 

You went to attack the uninjured one first as he drew closer, you punched him but he was strong. He didn’t even flinch. 

You felt a small panic in your chest as you started to fight. He was taking moves that would usually floor someone like he was being attacked by a pillow. 

You managed to get him to the ground by wrapping your thighs around his neck and flipping him over you before you threw another knife at the injured soldier. He seemed to retreat, climbing out of the truck and onto the roof. 

“Could use some back up, Sam!” You called out as you followed. 

You climbed up onto the roof and the first soldier chased after you. The injured one grabbed hold of Bucky along with a third guy and so you were left with the big one. 

You heard Redwing shooting at the roof before you saw it but a redheaded female smashed it in half like it was but a plastic toy. 

With that, Sam finally swooped in and started throwing punches. 

He was thrown to the other roof as you continued to fight your own battle. You were getting tired and his punches seemed to only be getting stronger and more painful each time.

You pulled out another knife but he grabbed your wrist and squeezed. You couldn’t help but cry out at the pressure, you dropped it before he could break your wrist. 

Then suddenly a helicopter appeared from what seemed like nowhere. Cap’s shield bounced off one of Sam’s attackers as two new bodies joined the fight. 

The distraction allowed you to kick your attacker off the truck and start to help Bucky. 

“Sam, John Walker; Captain America.” 

“Lemar Hoskins.”

“Looks like you guys could use some help.” Walker and his sidekick introduced themselves. 

 A surge of rage from the introduction of ‘Captain America’ helped you regain some adrenaline. You turned and started to fight once again. 

You let yourself become distracted as Bucky fell from the side of the truck which allowed one of the guys to send you off the truck too.

Sam was quick to fall back with his suit and grab you before you hit the concrete road. However, the impact of him grabbing you did leave you winded. 

“Bucky.” You wheezed as the man settled you on the side of the road. 

Sam flew up and chased after the trucks. 

You took a moment, wincing at your aching body before you rose to your feet and took off in their direction. 

You couldn’t catch up to the trucks but it didn’t take long to find Bucky and Sam once you spotted they were both coming out of a field. 

“If someone told me I’d be fighting a whole bunch of super soldiers today I would’ve wore my nice pants.” You stated as you approached the two men.

“We knew they were strong but not like this.” Sam defended himself from your anger. 

“One of those guys took a knife to the chest and could still walk away.” You threw your arms up as you informed him. This was so much worse than the documents had described. 

“It’s going to take a lot more than just a knife to stop these guys.” Bucky’s eyes seemed to carry a storm as he thought. 

“How can this be possible? I thought the super soldier serum was gone. What happened in Siberia was supposed to have put an end to it all.” You remembered the failed super soldiers as clear as day. 

“We know about as much as you, (Y/n). Unless you tried to, you know, your weird seeing thing?” Sam asked.

“No. It takes it out of me and I can’t do it whilst I’m trying to fight for my life so.” You shook your head as you walked beside the men. Whilst you weren’t as powerful as some of the Avengers, you were a great assassin like Natasha Romanoff. Your talent was your knife throwing but under all the training and all the knowledge, there was a gift. A gift you’d had since birth.

If you touched someone, you could see their entire past, everything they had experienced up until that moment. It really drained you of your energy and over the years you trained yourself so that you could switch it on and off so it didn’t happen every time you touched someone but when you did use it, it usually required a lie down afterwards. 

“Sorry about Redwing.” Bucky spoke up after a moment of silence. 

“No, you’re not.” Sam rolled his eyes at the fake apology before asking: “What’s going on in that big cyborg brain of yours?”

“It’s computing.” Bucky grumbled. 

“You know what? I can actually see it. I can see the gears turning. Oh, they’re malfunctioning, shutting down. Yep, they’re on fire.” Sam couldn’t help but make fun of Bucky which only made you walk ahead of the men. You weren’t in the mood for this.

“We gotta figure out where the serum’s coming from.” You said to stop their silliness. 

“Yeah. And how in the hell after 80 years are there eight Super Soldiers runnin’ loose?” Sam agreed with you just as a transport vehicle began to pull up along side him. 

“So that didn’t go as planned, huh?” John Walker’s voice penetrated the space like a foul smelling fart. 

He opened the truck’s door to allow you all to hop in but you all ignored him. 

“Alright. Let’s keep going.” He told the driver before directing his attention back to you. “Look, at least we know what we’re up against now, huh? And we’re pretty sure it’s one of the Big Three, so…”

"Aliens, androids, or wizards?” Sam spoke up just to prove to Bucky that others knew of the ‘Big Three.’

“Pretty sure.” Walker nodded.

“There’s no such thing as wizards.” Bucky exclaimed which made you cock an eyebrow at the man. You clearly missed a conversation here. 

“Then it’s aliens, or androids.” Walker shrugged as if it were obvious.

“––Or Super Soldiers.” Sam added. 

“Shit. Super Soldiers, for real?” Walker’s colleague responded with the reaction you just about expected. 

“Yeah.” Sam confirmed. 

“Wow. All right, well, then we gotta work together.” Walker’s eyebrows rose as he spoke. 

“That’s not happening.” Bucky declared.

“I think we stand a much better chance if we all just––”

“––Just ’cause you carry that shield, it doesn’t mean you’re Captain America.” Bucky cut Walker short and you were grateful for it. The man was making your head ache. 

“Look, I’ve done the work, okay?” Walker sighed. 

“You ever jump on top of a grenade?” Bucky shot back but he wasn't met with the answer he wanted. 

“Yeah. Actually, I have. Four times. It’s a thing I do with my helmet. It’s a reinforced helmet. It’s a long story, but, any… Look, it’s 20 miles to the airport. You guys need a ride.” Walker got his driver to stop. “Get in.” 

You looked back at Sam and Bucky. You hadn’t said anything yet which Sam thought was a record of yours. You chose to give in and climbed into the truck with Bucky and Sam since your body was already aching from the previous fight. 

“Okay, so we’ve got eight Super Soldiers on a bulk supply run. Why?” Walker asked, his eye on you as you sat in between Bucky and Sam. 

“They say their mission is to get things back to the way it was during the Blip. Maybe they’re just trying to help.” Sam told Walker what he knew. 

“They had a funny way of showing it.” Bucky grimaced as a bruise on his face started to form. 

“That serum doesn’t exactly have a great track record. No offence.” Walker looked over at Bucky as he hinted at the winter soldier. 

“We need to figure out where they’re going.” You wanted to shift the attention away from Bucky. 

“She speaks? I have to admit I was starting to wonder.” Walker smiled at you which only made you want to punch him even more than you already did.  

“How’d you track ’em here? The Flag Smashers?” Sam could tell you were a second away from decking the new Captain America and hopping ship so carried on the conversation. 

“Uh, no, we didn’t track them, we tracked you, uh, through Redwing.” Hoskins notified Sam. 

“You hacked my tech?” Sam was beyond irritated at this point. 

“Sorry. It’s not exactly hacking. It’s government property. Kind of the government.” Walker laughed as he gestured to himself. “Does he always just stare like that?” He stopped laughing under Bucky’s stare. 

“You get used to it.” Sam muttered. 

“Okay, look, you know, things have gotten kind of, uh––”

“––Chaotic.”Hoskins helped Walker find the word. 

“Yeah.” Walker cleared his throat. “The GRC, they’re doing the best they can to get things up and running smoothly, post Blip.”

“Reactivating citizenship, social security, healthcare. Basically just managing resources for the refugees who were displaced by the return.” Hoskins tried filling you in as if you hadn't heard about it before. The GRC propaganda was plastered across all the cities in America. 

“The Global Repatriation Council does all that. We understand but why exactly are you two here?” You questioned, cocking your head towards Walker. 

“Well, they provide the resources and we keep things stable.” Hoskins replied first.

“Yeah, violent revolutionaries aren’t usually good for anyone’s cause.” Walker added on. 

“Usually said by the people with the resources.” Sam smirked at the men. 

“Well, we got a lot of resources. If you guys, if you joined up with us, we could––”

“––No.” Bucky shut Walker down immediately. 

“I got mad respect for both of y’all. But you were getting your asses kicked till we showed up.” Hoskins wasn’t helping the situation. 

“Who are you?” Bucky asked genuinely. 

“Lemar Hoskins.” Hoskins introduced himself once again. 

“Look, I see a guy hanging out of a helicopter in tactical gear, I need a lot more than Lemar Hoskins.” Sam backed Bucky up on that one. A name was nothing in this situation.

“I’m Battlestar. John’s partner.” Hoskins nodded towards Walker and you couldn't stop the smile that spread across your lips when Bucky responded. 

“Battlestar? Stop the car!” Bucky called up ahead. 

The car slowed as it pulled into a bus stop. Bucky pushed open the door and you followed. You couldn't stand sitting in front of that man in that uniform another second longer. 

"Look, I… I get it, okay? I get the attitude, I do. You didn’t think that the shield was gonna end up here. I get it, Bucky. And I’m… “ Walker turned back to Sam. “I’m not trying to be Steve. I’m not trying to replace Steve. I’m just trying to be the best Captain America I can be. That’s it. It’d be a whole lot easier if I had Cap’s wingmen on my side.” 

Sam scoffed at Walker’s choice of words. Wingmen? He really had the audacity. 

“It’s always that last line.” Sam jumped out of the vehicle and followed you and Bucky. 

Once back on the aircraft you stripped of your weapons and jacket. 

Sam and Bucky did the same. 

You sat down on your seat and rested your head back against the wall. You needed an ice bath. Your muscles were screaming at you. 

“You alright?” Sam asked Bucky as he sat, his eyes locked on the floor. 

You opened your eyes to look over at the men. 

“Let’s take the shield, Sam. Let’s take the shield and do this ourselves.” Bucky sounded pretty decided. 

“We can’t just run up on the man, beat him up, and take it. Do you remember what happened the last time we stole it?” Sam sat up slowly as he furrowed his brow at the idea.

“Maybe.” Bucky grumbled. 

“I’ll help you in case you forgot.” Sam proclaimed, “Sharon was branded enemy of the state, and Steve and I were on the run for two years. I don’t know about you, but I don’t wanna live the rest of my life la vida loca. We just got our ass handed to us by Super Soldiers, and we got nothing.” 

Even though you did spend some time in Wakanda under protection from their government, there was a period where you were on the run with Steve and Sam and it wasn’t fun. Being pardoned after the fight against Thanos was one of the best things that happened to you; it’s what allowed you to go home. 

“Not entirely true.” Bucky pushed himself onto his feet. “There is someone that you should meet.” 

Bucky’s eyes met yours and you knew who he was talking about. 

You had seen Bucky's past. Everyone of Bucky’s memories. You had seen all the death and the pain and the fighting. You had seen the Winter Soldier and pre-world war Bucky and you had suffered for it for some time. Nightmares used to plague you but you had managed to block most stuff from your mind over the years. Especially the Winter Soldier memories because that wasn’t really Bucky; that was a weapon made by Hydra. 

You had been forced by the team to check his memories to see if he really had bombed the UN but you couldn't choose how far you looked back, you gift made you see everything from the earliest childhood memory up to that moment. 

You stood and approached Bucky.

“Are you sure about this?” You whispered, taking hold of Bucky’s forearm as you pulled him to one side.

“He should know.” Bucky’s eyes seemed so sure. You dropped your hand down from his arm to his hand and gave it a squeeze. 

“Alright then.” You pressed your lips into a thin line as you accepted his choice. 

Soon enough the route was changed and the plane turned. 

“Will you come?” Bucky asked as the door to the plane opened. 

“I’ll wait here but call me if you need me.” You didn’t feel like seeing Isaiah. Some of the time if something from Bucky’s past showed up it could trigger his memories in your own head which you didn’t particularly enjoy. 

“Alright.” Bucky sighed but left without you. 

Only a short while later you had received a phone call from Sam. 

“Hello?” You answered. 

“It’s Bucky. He’s been arrested. There was a warrant out for his arrest.” Sam informed you. 

“Why?” You were confused. Bucky had been pardoned like the rest of you for his crimes and his warrant wiped. 

“He missed his therapy session or something. I’m heading back to your, we gotta go get him out.” Sam hung up pretty quickly. 

“Why didn’t you tell anyone about the super solider?” Sam asked you as you made your way to the station. 

“I only knew because I’ve been inside Bucky’s head but if I listed off every single person Bucky has fought or killed or wronged it would take me a while.” You hated admitting that but the Winter Soldier had done a lot of damage. 

“But this was a black super soldier who rotted behind bars for years! Being experimented on like a lab rat whilst Steve sat in the ice and Bucky ran around playing secret assassin!” Sam was angry and you understood why. 

“I didn’t know he was in prison. I only knew of him as the guy Bucky fought in Goyang and lost. I figured if Bucky wanted him found then he would say. It’s not my place, they’re not my memories.” You tried to defend yourself but you knew Sam would never understand your logic. 

“How can I trust you if you’re sitting on information like that?” Sam catechised you. 

“Because you’ve trusted me for years. I say what needs to be said and if it isn't useful to us at the time then I don’t bring it up. I have so much inside of here from people that aren’t even around more. When I go inside someone’s head the memories don’t just go away. Sometimes it’s hard to tell who’s memories I’m thinking of when I look back on things. I block what I can and deal with what I can’t.” You stopped Sam in the hallway as you snapped. You couldn’t believe he was questioning whether he could trust you or not after everything. 

“I know it can be hard for you. I can’t imagine what its like but there are some things more important than others and Isaiah. Isaiah is one of them.” Sam’s words just made you turn and head to the desk. 

You tried to get as much information about Bucky but all they instructed you to do was sit and wait. 

“Sam?” A woman approached you and Sam. You lifted your head up at the sound of her voice. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Dr. Raynor. I’m James’s therapist.” 

You shook hands with the woman and introduced yourself. 

“I’ve heard some about you too.” Dr. Raynor smiled as she greeted you. 

“Thank you for getting him out.” Sam thanked her as he shook her hand but she only furrowed her brow. 

“That was not me.” She told you both. 

“Christina!” You didn’t need super hearing to recognise that voice. “Good to see you again!” Walker was signing autographs as he entered the station. 

“You gotta be kidding me. You know him?” Sam only said what you were thinking. 

“Yeah, we did some field ops back in the day.” Dr Raynor looked between Sam and Walker. 

“I heard you were working with Bucky, so I thought I’d step in.” Walker approached her which made you stepped back. “Bucky’s not gonna be following a strict schedule any longer.”

“We haven’t finished our work. Who authorized this?” Dr Raynor protested. 

“Um…” Walker pointed to himself. You felt a fire flare inside of you. “He’s too valuable of an asset to have tied up. Just do whatever you got to do with him, then send him off to me. Got some unfinished business, him and I.”

Walker then pointed to you and Sam. 

“You too, Wilson. (Y/l/n). I’ll be outside.” Walker backed away, sending a wink in your direction. 

You felt Sam take hold of your wrist quickly before you could even take the chance to lunge forward. 

“Breathe.” Sam told you. “We’ll deal with that asshole later.” 

Bucky was allowed through and Dr Raynor approached him immediately.

“James, condition of your release, session now. You too, Sam.” She insisted as she headed back towards the cells from which Bucky had just come from. 

“That’s okay. I’ll be out here with (Y/n).” Sam brushed off the offer except it wasn’t an offer. 

“That wasn’t a request.” Dr Rayor warned him. 

You pushed the man forward. 

“Quicker you’re in, quicker you’re out.” You told him. 

“Why doesn’t she want you?” Sam pouted. 

“Get moving before I get bored and decide to use John Walker out there as my new punching bag. Get myself in trouble.” You tried to make the man laugh but failed. He only groaned and dragged himself inside. 

It didn’t take long for Sam to storm out of there who was swiftly followed by Bucky. 

“Hey, you okay?” You asked Sam as he returned to you. 

“Peachy.” He sneered.

You sighed and followed both men outside. 

“Well, I feel better.” Sam announced once you were all finally outside. 

“I feel awful.” Bucky muttered which made you want to take his hand but you refrained as a siren drew your attention over to Walker and his buddy. 

“Gentlemen. Lady. Good to see you again.” Walker had a smile on that you wanted to wipe clean off. “ Look, if we divide ourselves, we don’t stand a chance, you guys know that.” 

“Well do you have anything that’s actually useful?” You folded your arms across your chest as you closed in on the men.  

"Well, the leader’s name’s Karli Morgenthau. We’ve been targeting civilians who’ve been helping Karli move from place to place.” Walker started. 

“They geotagged a location, then scrambled the signal. But our satellites have found their symbol popping up in various displaced communities all across Central and Eastern Europe.” Hoskins continued. 

“We think she’s taking the medicine she just stole to one of these camps.” Walker finished. 

“Well, there are hundreds of those all over the planet since the Blip. So I guess you’ll have to look real hard.” Bucky’s glowered at the man as he leant on the cop car. 

“Good thing I have 20/20 vision, huh?” Walker smirked as he snapped back. 

“Where is she now, Walker? Do you know?” Bucky rose his voice. 

“No, we don’t know, Bucky. It’s only a matter of time before we find out.” Walker rose his voice also. 

“Things are really intense for you, aren’t they, Walker?” Bucky was being cocky. You had to stop yourself from finding it amusing. 

“Take it easy. Look, Walker’s right. It is imperative that we find them and stop them. But you guys have rules of engagement and all kind of authorizations you have to get. We’re free agents. We’re more flexible. So it wouldn’t make sense for us to work with you.” Sam interrupted and seemed to clear the air a little. You took his last words as a chance to leave but Walker wasn’t done.

“A word of advice, then.” Walker stopped you all. “Stay the hell out of my way.”

You watched the two men walk away. Your jaw clenching together to stop you from saying something you’d regret. 

“Come on.” Sam urged you on and you forced yourself to walk away. 

Once you were far enough from the station Sam asked you both what you were thinking. 

“Well, I know what we have to do. When Isaiah said ‘my people’...” Bucky was the one of out you both to speak first. 

“Oh, don’t take that to heart. That’s not what he meant.” Sam began. 

“No, he meant HYDRA. HYDRA used to be my people.” Bucky corrected him. 

“Not a chance.” You shook your head, putting your foot down. 

“Walker doesn’t have any leads.” Bucky claimed. 

“Bucky, I know where you’re going with this and I’m saying no.” You couldn’t believe he was even suggesting it. 

“He knows all of HYDRA’s secrets.” Bucky tried to reason with you. 

“Don’t you remember Siberia?” Sam also knew exactly what Bucky meant. 

Bucky nodded. 

“So you’re just gonna go sit in a room with this guy?” Sam stared at Bucky with a mixture of shock and concern. 

“Yes.” Bucky was hesitant to answer which only made you hate this idea even more. 

“Okay, then.” Sam sighed. “We’re gonna go see Zemo.” 

“No! No, we aren’t not going to see Zemo!” You demanded causing both the boys to stop. 

“(Y/n), it’s different now.” Bucky declared. 

“It’s the only lead we got.” Sam was actually on Bucky’s side. 

“What? And you think he’s just gonna help us like that?” You scoffed out of disbelief. 

“We have to try.” Bucky started to walk again. 

“I trust this guy about as far as I can throw him, Buck!” You exasperated. 

“That’s more than me.” Sam murmured but you chose to ignore it. 

“(Y/n). We’re going.” Bucky wasn't arguing anymore. It was going to happen. 

(PART 2 HERE)

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tiny dancer ; chapter three

Pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 4 (coming soon)

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: pain, angst, nightmares, metal limbs?

Summary: After being drafted for the war in 1942, Bucky goes to the ballet a week before having to leave with his best friend Steve. There he becomes infatuated you with the prima ballerina of the show, and he just has to meet you before his last week in Brooklyn is up. He hopes one day you would meet again; little does it know it will be 72 years later.

A/N: Well, hello again, honestly after yesterday I really wanted to write again soon so I could start giving more away. Eep so exciting, thank you again for all your support too!! Please feel free to like, repost and comment any feedback, it’s much appreciated :)) Also lets just ignore that infinity war is a thing for the moment lolz. 

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“Nice to finally meet you y/n, I’ve been looking for you under Fury’s instruction for a while, my name’s Natasha.”

Natasha. It rang in your ears, there was some familiarity to that name. You kept your face blank, but for some reason it felt like you’d known her in a past life, or perhaps a life you didn’t remember. Though her face gave no indication that she knew either. But a younger version of her face flashed in your mind, only she wasn’t blonde she had bright red hair. You shook yourself from your thoughts, Natasha was a common name, surely you couldn’t know her. Surely.

“Come in,” you responded moving to the side as the women eyed you as she entered. She had to be around a similar age to you. At least in looks, you were at least a century year old in reality. “Did you want something to drink?” You said as you shut the door and gestured to the couch nearby.

The blonde shook her head, taking a seat her gaze still wary. “You’re probably curious to know why I’m here and who I am?”

You nodded as you took a seat on the second couch, it wasn’t often you had visitors.

“Well, I’m sure you’ve heard of the Avengers,” She started.

That’s where you knew her from! She’d swapped her red hair for blonde and suddenly you felt less confused.  

“I’m a part of it, and our director Fury has been sending me on mission after mission looking for you. It’s only now we got a tip that you were living in Madripoor.”

You almost wanted to interrupt and ask who had tipped them off, but you thought better of it. You rose an eyebrow at her comment, giving her an expression that told her to continue.

“Anyway, I’m here because we wanted to bring you back to the compound. You’ve been hidden away from us for a long time. In fact, the only reason we know you exist is because of the HYDRA files I shared in 2014. We hoped you could give us some intel; we think something big is going to happen again, but we aren’t sure if it’s HYDRA or something else.” She looked at you again, a serious expression on her face.

Yours matched hers. “You should know I don’t do that anymore, I don’t work as an assassin,” you began suddenly feeling more vulnerable as the terrible things you had done came back up in your memories.

Natasha cut you off sensing your distress. “We aren’t asking you to, we just need your knowledge. Whilst I know Fury wants you to join us in the long run and start fighting again, we also respect your decision not to if that’s what you want.”

You looked at her sceptically, had she not heard what you had just said? Plus, now your cover in Madripoor was blown, if the Avengers knew where you were then surely it wouldn’t be long until every other government in the world would too. You were sure there were many people who wanted you dead.

As if she had heard your thoughts Natasha spoke up again, “don’t worry, if you turn down helping us, no one but Fury and I know you’re here. Not even Steve.”

You silently gasped, you had forgotten about Steve in these brief moments, he was captain America back then, in fact he was still Captain America. Even if you would be throwing yourself back into the line of fire, maybe it would be worth it to see your old friend again. Would he want to see you though? After everything awful thing, you had done. Your eyes began to well again, but you didn’t want Natasha to see you vulnerable.

“Fine.” You spoke sternly looking at the woman in front of you, “I will help, but only if you promise that you avengers will protect me. There’s a lot of people who want me in chains.”

You could see the hint of a smile on her face as she listened, “Don’t worry y/n, we have ways around that,” she smirked. “I don’t exactly have the cleanest record either.”

You nodded, standing up. You knew now if you were leaving that you could never return to Madripoor. If you chose not to fight with the Avengers after helping them, then at least you were sure they could protect you and finally you could maybe be back home. “Where to then?”

Natasha told you to get anything valuable, some clothes and anything else you felt you needed. Luckily for her, you always kept a duffle bag with everything you needed if you had to leave under you bed, along with the shot gun that had been in your hand this entire time till.

You walked to your room, grabbed the duffle bad and your other favourite weapons in another bag and returned in under a minute. Natasha let out a chuckle, she should have known an assassin was always prepared to flee. Something they all knew, never get too comfortable.

Natasha led you out of your apartment, you close the door behind you both and follow her. It felt strange to be taking from directions from anyone else. Besides HYDRA you had always been the person in charge, choosing what you did without direction. But unless you miraculously knew how you’d be getting back to the Avengers compound this seemed like a time you would have to not be stubborn.

She led you to a jet, gesturing you to get on before she did herself. She walked to the front closing the door and sitting in the pilot’s seat. “Feel free to have a sleep.” She said casual pointing to the bed next to you.

“Thanks,” you mumbled going and lying down. After having no sleep, you wouldn’t complain, and it would save you having to make small talk with Natasha. Plus, usually you didn’t have nightmares in you ever occasionally napped.

Natasha answered a call and began telling someone (who you assumed was Fury) that you were coming back with her, just as your eyes were filled with the darkness of sleep.

1943

You woke up once again your entire body in pain. Although this time it was different, and though you remembered where you were much of your memories were feeling fuzzy. Like someone had attempted to begin removing them.

That couldn’t be possible though, could it?

There was an ache on your face, remembering your last memory before you had been engulfed in darkness again. You were sure there would be marks from whatever machine had done that to you, wincing at the thought of the pain again.

But besides there being the same pains you had felt before, there was something different. You were still restricted by your arms and legs in the same position but now you had a heart monitor attached, the faint beeping being the only noise you could hear in the silent and dark room. This wasn’t a room though, it was a lab you knew that now, and you were a lab rat to the red skull and his scientists. Why would they care if my heart is still beating? You pondered.

Once again you pushed against your restraints in an attempt to get out, the leather digging into your skin causing you to wince due to how in pain your body already was.  But again as you’d thought earlier, there was something different, yes your arms were wincing at the pain from the leather but your legs felt nothing. You moved your toes and felt no sensations. It was as if they were numb. What had HYDRA done?

As if on cue the laboratory door opened, the same scientist from before entering and two soldiers following behind him. The door slammed closed as the soldiers stayed there on each side of the door. Just in case you got out of your restraints again.

The scientist shuffled forward. “How are you feeling y/n? I realised I forgot the other day to introduce myself, I’m Arnim Zola but you can call me Doctor Zola.”

You sneered as his friendly attitude, causing him to frown. “I can’t feel my legs.” You responded in a harsh tone, “Why?”

“Well y/n, I told you that you would become a soldier for the red skull did I not? Now I understand you’re a ballerina but there’s something wrong with this. You see you always want to be perfect, and what makes you not is among many things your feet.” He looked down proudly at your legs.

The words rang in your ear. Your harsh glare to seem mean had softened as your eyes began to water. “Wh-- what have you done?” You began blubbering, your chest fell up and down panic striking your lungs.

“I’ve made you perfect.” He responded without remorse. Instantly he signalled for the men that had been stood by the door this entire time to come over. They did so, grabbing parts of your body so you were even more restricted that you already were as Doctor Zola walked to the foot of the table you were on. Slowly he undid one of the leather straps restricting your leg. You couldn’t even feel him doing it, your senses not working.

He lifted your right leg so that you could gaze down and what you saw only made your panic attack rise. You shrieked at the sight before you. Your eyes welling more and more with tears. You could hear the heart monitor beginning to pick up in noise, as you heart raced.

From halfway down your calf was what looked like a metal leg and foot. It looked exactly like what legs should be, but it wasn’t. It was silver and cold. Down the side of your calf nearing your ankle was a red star.

Tears rolled down your face as he placed your leg back down strapping it back up, then signalling the men holding you down to move away again.

You would have preferred to die then lose your feet. Your mind wandered as your chest rose and fell so quickly that the world around you began to spin. Would you ever be able to dance again?

Doctor Zola was now next to you again, his face held no remorse, in fact all you could see was pride. Even though the world was spinning, and you couldn’t focus on him you knew he didn’t care. “Don’t worry y/n, after today you won’t care about this. You won’t even remember who you are, only who we tell you are. From now on you aren’t y/n anymore. I’ll see you again when you’re ready to comply.”

The same machine from earlier then began to make noises lowering down to your head. Doctor Zola began rambling Russian words you couldn’t understand, the immense pain began again, and you screeched out in pain.

Present day; 2017

Gasping for air you shot up on the bed on the jet. Natasha looked back at you and instantly you dropped your fearful expression into one that was unreadable. No one would know your nightmares, no one could know you had weaknesses.

Luckily her gaze didn’t last long as she spoke up, “We’re here.” She was just glad she wouldn’t have to wake you up. She stood up, you following her lead out of the jet and towards a large white building with a big ‘A’ on the side.

“Jeez subtle.” You scoffed muttering under your breath.

She rolled her eyes at your comment but proceeded to walk into the building. “I’m sure you’ve heard about most of us. So, I feel there’s no need to explain to you, our names.”

She was right there, of course you knew their names, the whole world did. You hummed in response. She led you both to two big double doors pushing them open as you trailed behind. You may have been as assassin but that didn’t mean you were particularly keen on meeting new people, especially all at once. It took a while for people to come to your liking.

She stopped and you stood almost completely behind her looking down at your hands. You never looked at your feet anymore. The noise of all the voices talking amongst each other suddenly stopped and you could feel all of their eyes on you both.

“Everyone this is y/n, she’s going to help us with our current task we’ve been working on.” She spoke sternly but giving them all a small smile.

You raised your head reminding yourself to not be vulnerable and narrowed your eyes as you scanned them all. Of course, most of already knew who you were having read your files when she released them; each giving you sympathetic looks mixed with fear. But not Steve he never had the heart to look at yours and Bucky’s files. If he ever saw you both again, he knew in time you’d tell him.

Finally, you were met with a familiar set on blue eyes, not the ones you had fallen in love with but still ones who once meant so much to you. Now you weren’t so sure.

Steve looked like he was going to die of shock, as he stared at you with such intensity.

He took a step towards you, “y/n?”, his eyes searching for you to show some sort of emotion. But you didn’t, you couldn’t. You took another step back, away from him, the hurt instantly flashing across his face, but as soon as it was there it was gone.

“Hi Steve.”

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A/N: ooo we love the tension. how does reader know Natasha?? is it just cause she's an avenger or is it something else? I’ll guess you'll have to see *evil face*

P.S. we’ll see Bucky again soon I promiseeeee

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Kinktober day 5 - face sitting

Note - This is a sequel to past self. But can be read as a stand alone as well I think. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.

Summary - Steve messed up and he's determined to make it upto you.

Warnings - 18+ only please, smut (m/f), daddy kink, age gap.

Pairing - Nomad!Steve Rogers x reader

Word count - 3.4k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

“No.”

“Please?”

“Absolutely not.”

You weren’t used to being told no, at least not after you used your secret weapon, if he was anything like his best pal it has to work. Blinking and fluttering your lashes you broke out your Disney princess eyes, “Buck buck, please let me braid your hair,” you cooed.

He stared at you, his lips pressed in a thin line, “Fine,” he sighed finally, giving in.

You squealed, running off to your bedroom to get a brush.

“I remember I used to braid my friends hair at sleepovers, it was such fun,” you said, dividing a strand of his hair in three parts, one over the other, “Before I got my powers anyway, after that they’d all just be scared of me...” you trailed off.

“Steve’s excited to see you,” he told you after a beat of silence.

He had only been living with you for a week or so, it was surprising how close he already felt to you. You had a certain vulnerability that made him want to protect you. That and it was obvious how far gone Steve was for you. You were down so he had to say something to cheer you up.

“Wait what?” your hands stopped, “He’s coming here?”

“Yeah, he left yesterday. Should be here this evening. He wanted it to be a surprise.”

You took a sharp breath, remembering how he had so cruelly rejected you and sent you off to Wakanda just so he wouldn’t have to deal with you.

He abandoned you.

“I don’t want to meet him. I’ll stay over at Shuri’s, she wanted to have a girls night anyway,” you grumbled.

After you had gushed your love for them, baking brownies in your jammies and talking about boys while watching chick flicks, she seemed curious and fascinated, wanting to try one with you.

He hummed at that. He knew something had went down between the two of you, Steve said so himself, ‘I have a lot to make up for.’ He was curious as to how his clueless friend had messed up, but it wasn’t his place to ask.

Which is why he brought Steve to the cottage he shared with you. Listening to him talking about all the missions in Europe and Russia, how he was excited to see you, how he had missed him terribly. Bucky told him he spends his time taking care of his new goat and his beautiful cat. They often keep him occupied.

“Y/N said that I’m ‘totally a cat person’,” his lips curling up at how you had helped him pick a name for her.

“Hm, that’s true. Are you... you live with her... are you two close?” Steve stumbled over his words, his jaw clenching as he stared his dear friend down. He was more than happy to see him, but couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy at the thought of you getting too cosy with him.

“In a way,” he smirked. “She’s a bit upset with you, just a heads up.”

“Yeah, I know, I deserve it,” he hung his head.

His palms shaky as they both entered the small cottage, going over what he would say to you. You were sitting on the couch in the, your feet propped up on it as you flipped through a magazine.

“You’re home early,” you smiled as you looked up at him. Your sweet smile turning into a frown when you saw him.

“Hey there, doll,” he rubbed the back of his neck.

You slapped the magazine on the couch, standing to your feet, your arms over your chest. “Captain,” you spat

His heart ached at that. He knew you were upset but to have you be so hostile to him, he didn’t know if he could take it.

He could easy handle being tortured by hydra agents but not this.

“I’ll leave you to it then,” Bucky interrupted you both before taking off to find his cat, who knew where Alpine had wandered off to this time.

You both stood awkwardly, a few feet away from each other while you looked anywhere but his eyes, refusing to even look at him.

“How have you been?” he asked.

“Fine, I guess,” you mumbled, finally looking up, “as fine as I can be after being shrugged off like yesterday’s news.”

“Honey,” he took a step towards you but then stopped in his tracks when you backed away. “I’m sorry, I made a terrible mistake. I.. just couldn’t deal with my feelings, I thought I’d be taking advantage of you.”

You scoffed, “Taking advantage of me? Really? I’m not a child! I can decide for myself what’s good for me and what’s not.”

“I know that now. But... you’re so young and I’m supposed to be looking out for you and helping you,” he tried to reason with you while you shook your head in disbelief.

“Right, because you’re Captain America. Everyone should just do whatever you say. You always know what’s best, unlike us mere mortals,” you rolled your eyes.

He was in front of you in just two long strides, his brows furrowed and his patience running thin. “I’m not Captain America anymore,” he reminded you as he inhaled your soothing scent.

“You’ll always be Captain America he’s a part of you. And I’ll... never be good enough for you.” You stared at the henley stretched out over his broad chest, willing yourself to resist the urge to hug him. Him standing so close to you, you could inhale his unique scent you had grown to love so much.

“What?” he frowned. “Where did you get that idea?” It was absolutely ludicrous. He would have to pay a visit to whoever it was that said that to you.

“It’s the truth... that’s why you don’t want me. And I don’t blame you.” Why would someone like him be interested in you anyway.

“Doll,” he cupped your cheeks, tilting you’d head up to make you look at him, “I’m the one that doesn’t deserve you. I mean look at me.”

You arched a brow, giving him a once over before looking at his blue orbs again, his strong jaw covered in a thick beard, long locks that feel so silky in your hands, “You look like you belong on the cover of GQ, and before you have to ask, I’ll spell it out for you, since you’re like a thousand years old - GQs a magazine with pretty people on it.”

“I didn’t always look like this. I used to be very small, smaller than you.”

“Yeah, I know,” you smiled. “I’ve seen pictures, you were adorable.”

“Would you believe me if I told you a secret?”

“Yeah...” you’d believe him if he told you the sky was falling. Steve never lied.

“I love you,” he confessed as your jaw dropped, “I’ve loved you since the moment I met you. And I might not deserve you but if you consider me worthy of you, then I’d... like to have you.”

Your breath hitched as you stared at him, completely dumbfounded. “Wh - really? Nobody’s ever said that to me,” you blinked as tears started welling up in your eyes.

“I love you more than life itself. And I have a feeling that we will end up together,” he grinned.

“Well, don’t get too cocky now, I haven’t said yes yet,” you slapped his chest.

He grazed his fingers over your knuckles before holding your smaller hand in his, “So? What do you think?”

“I think... if you hurt me again I’ll punch you so hard. And my punches are much better now, thanks to Bucky, he’s been teaching me lots of stuff.”

“Never,” he shook his head, “I’d never hurt you. You’re so precious,” he kissed your knuckles.

“And you’d never leave me again,” you wanted it to be a fierce demand but your pout made it more of a needy request.

“I’m never letting you out of my sight again. We’re partners. Captain America is gone. It’s just you and me now,” he promised.

You blinked your tears away, standing on your tippy toes to place a lingering kiss to his soft plump lips.

Smiling as you pulled away, you grabbed his hand, leading him to your bedroom.

“Where are we going, doll?” he chuckled, holding onto your hips and pulling your back against his chest, attacking your neck with a flurry of kisses, unable to keep his hands off of you for even a moment.

Your squirmed in his hold, “To the bedroom. Just in case Bucky comes back,” you let out a giggle when he blew a raspberry in the crook of your neck, which then quickly turned into a moan as he sucked a mark on it.

Somehow, you managed to drag him to your small bedroom, if he had his way you’d have fucked in the hallway.

Straddling his lap on your twin bed, which looked much smaller now, what with a super soldier on top of it.

Kissing him deeply, you pulled away, breathless but only to say, “I love you, too, this is just too good to be true,” you heaved.

“A lot of unbelievable things have been happening to me lately,” he pulled you back, groaning into your mouth as you rolled your hips against his crotch. Looking at you sternly, “Doll,” he warned you.

“Please,” you whined, humping his growing erection through his jeans and your thin shorts, you could feel your panties getting wet with your arousal. “I want you, so bad,” you kept rolling your hips till he stopped you by digging his fingers in them.

“This is not how it’s done... I’m supposed to take you out on dates and buy you flowers and chocolates - ” he choked on a moan as you palmed him through his pants.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” he gritted, snaking his fingers in your short shorts, he brushed his fingers over your weeping folds. “You want me?” he asked as you desperately nodded your head. “What do you want, sweetheart?”

You gulped, looking into his eyes and opening your mouth to answer him, his intense gaze intimidating you as you hid your face in his neck, “You know...”

“What?” he asked again, “I’m like over a thousand years old, I’m rusty, you have to tell me,” he teased you, swirling your juices around on your soft petals.

He wasn’t rusty. He had been with 'you' just a week ago, only it wasn’t you. This would be your first time with him but not his with you. It was still strange, he couldn’t really wrap his head around it or bring himself to care.

“I want you... to.. to make love to me,” you said.

“You know I would never say no to you, sweetheart,” he kissed your hair, retracting his hand from your shorts he sucks your juices off his fingers, you taste the same.

You helped him as he rolled your shorts and your panties down your legs, pulling your tank top up and tossing it away. You fumbled, making yourself small and covering yourself up with your arms. But he wasn’t having any of it, he pinned your hands behind your back, latching onto your nipple.

“I’m...,” you gasped as he bit your hardened bud, bunching his henley up in your hand, “you’re wearing too making clothes,” you complained.

“Then why don’t you help me take them off, doll?”

Your eager hands pulled him out his pesky clothes, hiding his magnificent physique from you. You had seen him shirtless a handful of times, while dressing his wounds, but you always stared at him in awe. He did look like he was made in a laboratory.

You knelt before him, between his legs, eager to find out if he tastes as good as he looks.

He tried to stop you but you swatted his hands away, “You’ll hurt your knees, doll,” he reasoned.

You snorted, wrapping your hand around his thick girth, “I thought we were partners. I won’t have you treat me like I’m some damsel in distress again.”

He pouted, pulling at your kiss swollen bottom lip with his thumb, “That’s too bad because I’m always going to take care of you, especially now that I’m your man.”

You rolled your eyes, he really was getting ahead of himself, he’ll have to do a lot more to prove himself before you accept him as ‘your man’.

But you decide to let that go for now, instead focusing on his cock glistening with precum, peaking your tongue out to taste some of it and swirling your tongue around on his bulbous head.

“Don’t tease, doll,” he groaned, holding onto the back of your head, not really pushing but to urge you to take more of him because he was at the end of his rope, feeling as if he’d burst right there.

You pushed away at his hand, “I’m in control,” you stated, “no touching till I say so. Is that understood?”

He didn’t care, he just wanted you to stop your cruelty and put your mouth on him so he simply nodded, not knowing if he could actually keep the promise.

With a victorious smile you wrapped your mouth around his head, leisurely sucking on it, moaning at the taste of him before taking in as much as you could, pumping the rest of his length, fondling his balls with the other hand.

He was about to touch your perky breasts, but then remembered your ridiculous ‘no touching' rule so he ran a hand through his head hair, wiping the sheen of sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

“God that mouth of yours,” he growled when you pulled him out with a loud ‘pop’.

A string of saliva connecting your lips to him, “I want you to come in my mouth,” you instructed.

“You want to swallow daddys cum?” he couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the incredulous look on his face.

“Who would’ve known... Steven 'golden boy’ Rogers, of all people...” you shook your head, a small smile on your face as you thought about the times you had called him that in your head while rubbing one out to the thought of him.

You pressed your lips to the vein on the underside of his cock, sucking on it, “You’re going to come in my mouth, daddy, and stay there until I swallow all of it,” you told him, if only to remind him that you were in control, even if he ‘convinced' you to call him that.

You lightly scraped your teeth over his length before swallowing around him, gagging a bit as you tried to take more of him, but it seemed impossible to fit him whole no matter how hard your tried.

“I’ll try,” he teased, releasing a shaky exhale, his balls tightening in your palm as he held onto the sheets, painting the back of your throat with ropes of his spend.

You swallowed all of him, suckling on his length till you felt him softening in your mouth, you opened your mouth to show him, “Told you I’d swallow it all,” you licked your lips, just in case you missed anything.

“You’re such a good girl.” He praised, cupping your head and leaning down to kiss you, tasting himself on your lips. Easily picking you up and flipping you so that you were on your back, he spread your thighs, licking his lips as he caught a glimpse of your cunt. “What do you want to do now, sweetheart?” he asked again.

You whimpered, mumbling nonsense but you knew, once Steve set his mind to something it was impossible to convince him otherwise. He was really gonna make you say it out loud. “I want your mouth on me,” you turned your head to the side, shutting your eyes, completely flustered.

He dove in for his prize, giving your bundle of nerves a soft kiss before smearing your juices around your cunt with his fingers, prodding one at your entrance he plunged it in, your walls hugging it so wonderfully, “You’re so tight, all for me...” he blew a breath of air on it, kissing the soft patch of hair on top of your mould.

You were much too delirious to think of anything but his fingers teasing you, his lips pressing butterfly kisses to your thighs, his hands massaging your titts, but you vaguely heard him call out your name.

“What?” you rasped, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Come, sit on my face. You said you wanted to be in control,” he shrugged.

“Wh - what... do you even know how that works?” you heaved. You had never done something like that before, while it sounds enticing, it would be impractical... maybe...

“I thought they had like two sex positions in the forties. The missionary, and uh...”

He shushed you, “I’ve never been a prude, you should know that by now,” lying on his back, he felt his dick hardening again and aching for any kind of attention from you, but he’d have to take care of you first.

“Come here...” He held onto your hips, pulling you up till you were over his mouth, “Take what you need, doll.”

You hummed, running your drenched pussy over his face, a shiver went up your spine at the feel of his coarse bread on your sensitive skin, “I can’t,” you mewled.

“Yes, you can, doll. Come on, be good for your daddy,” he spurred you on.

Taking a deep breath, you held onto the headboard, arching your back as he wrapped his mouth around your bundle of nerves, you started grinding your hips over him, soon getting accustomed and even liking the burn his glorious beard gave you.

“I’m gonna... come, daddy,” your voice breathy, your hand massaging your breast as you gushed around his beard.

You held onto the board, trying to catch your breath, your other hand in his long locks as he kept lapping you up.

You shuddered as you crawled down his body, hovering over his hard cock which was pressing against his taut stomach. You spread your lips with your fingers, peaking up to see him looking at you with dark, lust ridden eyes, coating him in your juices by running your clit up and down his length.

It was too much for your sensitive clit to be rubbing against the velvety skin of his cock but not nearly enough for him.

He digs his nails into your hips, growling, “Get on with it,” he held onto the base of his length, nudging your lips aside before plunging into your heat.

“Oh,” you gulped, trying to sink your hips down on him but even after all that preparation he was too big for you.

“You’re so small, doll,” he smiled, noticing your evident struggle as he caressed your cheek, his eyes fixed on you trying to take him in, “is it too hard?”

You nodded, “I can still do it though,” still so eager to please him...

“You don’t have to. You’ve done so much already, you must be tired.”

You opened your mouth, to argue that he was the one who had taken a long journey to get here, but he circled a hand around your waist, bringing you down, flush against his chest.

“You just lay there and let me do the work, okay, sweetheart?” you whimpered but nodded with your cheek pressed to his heart as he thrusted deep into you.

“Okay, daddy, I’ll try,” you murmured, tears streaming down your cheek when he brushed against your sweet spot.

He stopped his hips when he heard you son, “You all right, doll?” he asked, looking down at you.

“Yes, it’s just so good, please don’t stop,” you requested.

And he had promised to never say no to you so he kept fucking up into your tight hole, whispering sweet words to you, telling you just how good you were at taking him, how well you were doing.

“My one and only,” he kissed your head as you cried into his chest, clenching around his cock. Triggering his own climax as he came inside you, staying inside you even after he was done.

Content with knowing that you’ll be his forever.

As long as he doesn’t fuck up again...

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traitor.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

-       Based on “Traitor” by Olivia Rodrigo, Yours and Bucky’s break-up was a surprise to you at least. An even bigger surprise was seeing him with a new girlfriend just weeks after.

Warnings

Angst, Jealousy, Cheating, Moving On, Slight Violence, Language, Bucky being toxic, Self-help, Kind of Happy ending?

As it turned out, your relationship with Bucky wasn’t as stable as you thought it was. After being together for three years, you had assumed you were both happy. When he ended it suddenly, all you could feel was shock, frozen, watching him pack his things. Pack up three years of your life together. You could not hear anything, sight going blurrier by the minute as you sat on your shared bed. His explanation as to why he was suddenly ending things was that he just was not happy with you anymore.

Of course, weeks later you found that out to be a lie. He had introduced his new girlfriend to everyone. Hearing her name from Nat and Wanda, you remembered all the arguments you had had about this woman. Seeing her name on his phone constantly, him telling you that they were just friends, you were being paranoid and that he could have female friends. That was when you realised you and Bucky were truly over.

Seeing him months later at your favourite coffee shop was not the reunion you wanted. He said your name as you walked into the store.

“James,” you signed “it’s nice to see you.”

“It is really nice to see you too, I didn’t expect to see you here. How are you doing?”

Did he really not expect to see me here when I introduced him to the little shop in the first place? And how am I doing? What sort of question is that? “Oh, I am doing incredible, I found out my long-term boyfriend betrayed me and made me out to be some bad guy when he was probably fucking this girl while we were still together.”

“I am doing fantastic; I hope you are as well” you smiled. It wasn’t a total lie, you were dating again, doing well at work, almost at the finish line with your doctorate in English Literature. Once you had said that you saw his face drop slightly before picking it up again.

“Yeah, I am too. We should catch up soon, I would really love to see hear what you’ve been up to” he smiles.

“I’m so sorry, James, I’m just really busy with work at the moment” you said, before leaving. Unfortunately, not even getting the chance to order anything. I guess, it was time to change coffee shops.

The next time you saw him was in a restaurant, three months later, while you were with the guy that you had been seeing. Rafael was everything you could dream of. You had met while he in the library at your university, turns out you were both in the doctorate program. You clicked pretty much instantly, this being your third date.

Walking to the bathroom, you were suddenly grabbed by your arm.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” the person says, turning around you see Bucky.

“What the fuck are you doing?” you whisper angerly, trying to wiggle your arm out of his grasp.

“Why the fuck are you here with some dude?”

“Oh, I’m sorry last time I remembered I was single, didn’t know I couldn’t date people.” He finally let go of your arm. “You do not get to control my life, James. I am a grown woman and last time I checked you had a girlfriend.” You start to walk away.

“You can’t just talk to me like that, Y/N” he slams his hand against the wall to stop you from walking away.

“I am allowed to move on, considering it took you two fucking weeks to go off and date someone, you may not have ‘cheated’ you say in air quotes, “but you’re still a traitor, Barnes” you duck under his hand, walking towards Rafael.

“Can we leave? Find somewhere else.” You say to him, grabbing your jacket.

“Yeah, of course, are you okay?” he says as he wraps his arm around your waist, walking out the door.

“Yeah, I just ran into someone, I didn’t want to see” you lean into him.

Bucky didn’t actually think you would move on. He honestly expected you to be waiting for him after he was done exploring. Seeing you dressed up all pretty, like you would for him on your date nights, made him livid. He couldn’t believe you would bring someone else to this restaurant, the restaurant that you had spent all your anniversaries, where your first date was. Of course, he was being a hypocrite because he had brought some random girl here but how could you have done this? If he was being honest, he was more surprised by the way you had spoken to him; you had never spoken to him like that before, even during your many arguments, you were still respectful.

Graduation day had commenced, a day you had been working towards for 8 years now. Inviting your family and your friends, Nat, Wanda, Tony, Steve, Vis, Scott. All except Bucky. He came anyway, staying in the back, making sure you were unable to see him. He knew it was your day and he didn’t deserve to be there. He was so proud of you, during your relationship, you had cried at least once a day with how stressed out you were, and now you would never have to cry about it again. Walking on stage, you looked as beautiful as ever, your face was lit up in the same way it did whenever you had looked at Bucky. You had grabbed your certificate, smiling for the cameras and then quickly walking back to your chair. Rafael was after you, receiving his certificate as well. So that’s how you met him, Bucky thought. After that, Bucky had left.

Rafael was probably the closest to perfect that you could get. He was kind, caring and hard working. Once you had moved in together, things seemed to be really steady, comfortable. Of course, that meant something would go wrong. Coming home early from work was supposed to be a surprise for Raf, is when you catch him cheating. Literally walk in on him getting fucked by his best friend. You’re not exactly angry, if you were being completely honest, you didn’t feel the same love for Rafael as you once did before.  Moving your things out of your shared apartment, you move in with Nat and Wanda. You decided that being single for a while won’t be the worst thing in the world.

Wanda and Vis’ engagement party was the following weekend, you were truly happy for them. Dressing in your favourite black dress and throwing on a jacket over the top, you drive to the venue. It was incredibly beautiful, fairy lights all throughout the area. You grabbed a glass of champagne and began to sip it.

“You look beautiful, Y/N” you hear someone stand next to you. Bucky.

“Thank you, James.” You say politely.

“You’re the most beautiful girl here, I’m sorry about what happened. You didn’t deserve that.” He looks at you.

“It’s okay, I’m doing okay”

“Have you been writing? I know you graduated a couple of months ago.” He tries to keep the conversation going.

“Yeah, I have, not any stories unfortunately though.” It’s been years since you’d actually talked to Bucky, you missed this. You had always loved how attentive he was to your interests.

“What have you been writing then?”

“Songs” He looks at you confused. You continued to surprise him always.

“Of course, they’re not for anyone to hear but I have been able to get my feelings out and it’s helped me move on.”

“I’m really happy for you, I know I treated you terribly and didn’t do well with the break-up side of things but I really miss you and hope we can be friends again.” He says, moving in front of you so he could see your face. That’s when he sees your face light up again, like it used to when you were in love, he never thought he’d be on the receiving end of one of those looks again.

“Sure Bucky, I missed you too.” 

Authors note

Hi, this was my first story that I actually published. I left the ending open to something happening, in case I wanted to revisit this story and do a part two. I hope you enjoyed :)

[procrastinatorimagines]

Better Than They Know

Fandom: 9-1-1

Pairing: Evan Buckley x Reader

Warning/s: none

Word Count: 1,827

Request:  Hello! I Hope you're doing good! I don't know if you ccurrently do requests or not or if this is where to ask for them but I have one in case you do take them. Evan Buckley x reader where his parents come to town and they are really passive agressive towards him, complaining about his work and that he's "not as nice of a boy as he used to be" but he doesn't tell them to stop. Eventually they remark on his birthmark, hitting an old insecurity and reader comforts him? Thank you for your time! <33

You’d never met Buck’s parents, and he barely spoke about them, so when you got a call at work from your boyfriend telling you his family would be joining you both for dinner that night you’d spent the rest of the day fretting about what to wear, what to say, how to act...

Maddie and Chimney would be there too, but Buck had told you he wouldn’t survive the dinner without you, whatever that meant. You knew things weren’t great between the Buckley’s and their parents, but they’d both always been so vague on the details. Maybe you should have pushed, but you didn’t think you’d meet them this soon.

“They can’t be that bad, you and Maddie turned out great,” you tried, phone between your ear and your shoulder as you fastened the burgundy blouse you’d opted to wear. 

“Just wait until you meet them,” Buck said in a low voice, calling to check what time you’d be arriving. You could hear conversation in the background, definitely Maddie and two other voices you didn’t recognise, presumably the parents. 

“Is this really how you chose to decorate your living room?” You heard a female voice call out to Buck, hearing him sigh a little on the other end of the line, clearly wearing thin. 

“Okay, okay, I’ll come save you as soon as I can,” you promised, tucking your shirt in and searching for your earrings, curious to see just what Mr and Mrs Buckley were actually like.

“Thank you, thank you,” he repeated gratefully, getting called again by his parents as he hurried up his good byes, “I love you, see you soon.”

“I love you too, bye,” he hung up, leaving you to pick up the pace a little. He sounded stressed, and on edge, two things Buck rarely was. You wished he’d told you more about them, but you guessed you’d just have to find out when you arrived. 

Double checking you had everything and giving yourself one last look over in the full length mirror by your door, you headed out.

Buck had text you to just come right on in, so you made your way into his apartment and headed straight for the dining area, following the sounds of strained conversation with anticipation. Chimney seemed to be trying to carry a conversation, but it was clear from where you were standing that there was tension between the four Buckley’s.

Maddie gave you a pained look when she noticed you, still offering you a welcoming and almost pitying smile as the sound of your footsteps alerted the others to your presence.

Buck lit up, standing from his seat to kiss you. “Hey, glad you could make it,” he said, taking the wine you’d brought off of your hands so you could sit down.

“You must be Y/N,” the woman who was clearly Buck’s mother smiled, standing to hug you in greeting. It took you by surprise, but she seemed friendly enough. “I’m Donna, this is my husband Steve,” she told you, Steve standing up to shake your hand as you all settled down at the table.

“It’s nice to meet you both,” you told them, glancing between Buck and Maddie, then at a relieved looking Chimney. You’d come because Buck had wanted saving, but you actually thought he looked the most uncomfortable out of everyone here, which was saying something. 

“It’s lovely to finally meet you too, even though we haven’t heard very much about you,” Donna said with a pointed look at Buck, “I was hoping we’d get a chance to meet sooner, but it seems like we have to put in all the effort if we want to see our kids.”

“You know how busy we’ve been with work,” Buck explained, which was valid given that his parents lived out of state and both siblings worked five out of seven days a week. 

“You always are,” Steve retorted in a tone you couldn’t quite read, but from the way Maddie took a large gulp of her wine, you felt that this was an old issue in the Buckley family, and one that had probably already been brought up today.

The food looked lovely, so you settled in and took a bite as a bit of an awkward silence fell over the table, Chimney shooting you a sympathetic and knowing look that had you dreading what was to come.

“So Y/N,” Steve began, ignoring the looks of dread from both his children as he continued, “do you put on a costume and run into fires for minimum wage or do you have a proper job?” 

Oh crap. You slowly swallowed the food in your mouth, looking at him in a little bit of shock.

“Dad-” Maddie tried despairingly but he waved her off with a dismissive hand, still looking at you as he awaited your response. It suddenly felt like you’d turned up to an interview unprepared.

“Oh er, I’m a lawyer,” you replied finally, sticking more food in your mouth in the hopes of not having to say anything else on the matter. No wonder Chimney had looked so happy to see you - had he been subject to same third degree? From the way Steve had just spoke about firefighters, you figured you had your answer.

“Oh, see that’s what we wanted Evan to do, but...” Donna looked at Buck like some kind of child who’d just disappointed her, “it wasn’t his strong suit.”

You bit your tongue, your stubborn protectiveness rising up. These were Buck’s parents, there were certain rules of etiquette right? You couldn’t put them in their place? 

“I love my job,” Buck spoke up for the first time, “I’m good at my job, I help people-”

“Of course, we’re only saying we wanted more for you,” Donna clarified like that made what she said any better, or did she not even see anything wrong with it?

“What more could you want? That was your dream for me, not mine,” Buck replied defensively, the fake polite smile on Donna’s face vanishing. Steve put his cutlery down then, not happy with the tone Buck had just taken with his mother.

“Evan, really, what happened to that nice and polite boy we raised?” He scolded, voice stern. Buck clamped his mouth shut again quicker than you’d ever seen.

“Mr and Mrs Buckley-” you tried to interject, but Buck shook his head at you, resigning himself to accepting the criticism and insult once again.

You and Chimney shared a confused and helpless look, unsure of what to say or do in this situation but both wanting desperately to say or do something. 

The meal continued awkwardly, with snippets of small talk mixed in with the sound of cutlery and eating, and you naively began to think that the worst of it had passed. Donna had just asked what kind of law you specialised in, but by the time you’d finished explaining, it became clear that Mrs Buckley wasn’t done saying her piece from earlier.

“I’m glad Buck’s found someone mature and grown up, surprised, but glad,” she told you cheerfully, their complete lack of awareness at how terribly they talked to their children startling you once again.

“How so?” You asked, voice tight, your protectiveness beginning to boil over. Chimney saw the way you tensed, knowing you well enough to know that things were about to take a turn as he cleared he deliberately cleared his throat, warning you.

“Mom-” Buck tried with no small amount of desperation as Donna took a breath to reply to you, somehow unaware of your tone or expression.

“No no, you know what I mean, good job, good looking, Evan’s lucky he isn’t insecure about dating someone who earns more than him,” she and Steve laughed, but your jaw was clenched so tightly you thought your teeth were going to shatter, “oh don’t get me wrong, he is handsome, but we always said, he’d look much better if he fixed that mark on his face.”

You saw white as she tried to gently touch his face to make her point, looking a little insulted when Buck ducked away from her hand. She was about to make yet another comment when your knife and fork clanged down onto the plate with deliberate force, making her jump and stopping the conversation. Buck took that moment to get up, shoving his chair back and leaving the table.

“Buck!” Maddie called her brother, looking at her parents with disappointment. Donna shot back a questioning look, like she didn’t know what she’d said or done. 

“Evan we’re in the middle of dinner-” Steve seemed like he was about to lecture his son on his table manners, but you stopped listening, making a show of throwing your napkin down onto the table and glaring at both his parents before storming off after Buck without another word.

You found him in the bathroom, leaning with his hands on either side of the sink, head hung low and eyes closed. Without a word you went up behind him and wrapped your arms around his back, hugging him as you felt him release a breath, grateful as one of his arms moved to yours.

“I love you,” you told him, tightening your grip to emphasise the point, “they shouldn’t speak to you like that, they don’t have any right to.”

“They always have,” Buck sighed. You hated this, absolutely hated it, and you had just the mind to march back in there and tell Mr and Mrs Buckley just how much you hated it.

“That doesn’t mean they should,” you said with force, trying to convince him that he deserved more as you pulled the hand that was holding yours, getting him to turn around to face you. “Evan Buckley, you’re smart, you’re kind, you’re charming, and you’re ten times the man they could ever imagine, try not to forget that.”

“I not-” he began but you shook your head, not letting him get in a word of self-doubt and insecurity.

“Yes, you are, and even if I have to repeat it over and over, I’m going to keep saying it until you believe it too, okay?” You weren’t actually asking, and he knew that as he met your eyes, reluctantly nodding with a small smile of appreciation.

You sighed and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “I wish you could see yourself how I do, how the rest of us do, you’re far too good for them and better than they’ll ever know. I love you.”

“I- I love you too,” he got out, a little choked up by your sentiment as he cleared his throat and blinked a few times. “We er, we should probably get back in there and save Maddie and Chim, huh?”

You laughed, “I’ll try not to stab your parents with my knife, but I can’t say it’s a promise.”

[owaowabetch]

Minecraft pt. 1 (Sykkuno x F!Reader)

Oneshot (maybe part of a series??? idk we’ll see): Even though you’ve never played minecraft, you still manage to build a great house with your basement buddy. Friendship with a hint of romance. This is season 1 of the OTV ftb server (Pre-relationship; part of Uh-oh & Impasta)

“Ok guys, so today’s stream is going to be a lil different” You chat to your stream “We are going to be playing Minecraft with the OTV gang and other people we’ve played among us with!” Waiting for Minecraft to load on your pc, you continued on chatting “We will be playing GTA later on in the stream, we have a few jobs lined up with some people, so hopefully we get a lot of money from that” 

You minimized your face cam into a corner as your character appeared in a random spawn area near quite a few people. You saw multiple boxy players run around and hitting each other. So, you walked around picking up flowers  and with the help of some members of your chat, you managed to collect wood.

“OH! HEY Y/N!!” A loud crunchy voice yelled terribly into your ear causing you to cringe visible and immediately start hitting them with the wood in your hand.

“Your mic is dank man” You continue hitting them, which turned out to be Leslie and she starts to hit you back with a laugh. You guess her flowered hand overpowered your wood and hungry state, because you died and respawned to where you first showed up.

“Ah fuck” You complained before another boxy figure showed up infront of you and you recognized the blue shirt and green striped scarf, so you cheered. “Sykkuno!”

“Hey, Y/N!” His character moved his head up and down “What happened? How did you die?”

“Leslie’s mike was..crunchy?? And then she killed me!” You jump around

Sykkuno laughs “What? I’m surprised mobs havent got you. I’ve been killed many times by them” and in comedic fashion poki ran by screaming for help as she was being chased by a giant spider. You both watched as she would turn and hit it before continuing on her run.

It killed her. She puffed into smoke and in her place was a grave.

You both laugh as Sykkuno gasps out her name and you both run to her grave.

“Is this part of the mod? Or is it part of minecraft” You ask crouching on her grave and read her name.

He jumped around you with an answer “ Uh no it’s a mod that abe put in. If you break it the stuff you died with will spawn out”

“Oh” Continuing the crouch and uncrouch “What now?”

“Well i was going to find some of my graves, but I’m gunna find wood to make tools and find food” He answered and with that you decided to follow him

You collect the fruit from the near by trees and kill some of the animals with an axe that Sykkuno made you. Along the way you collected flowers and wood.

“We should find a house before it gets dark and more mobs come and kill us” Sykkuno walks to you then throws a stack of wood on the floor “Or maybe you build us a house. I’m not good at that type of thing”

You stare into your cam and do the debbie ryan “Oh my god, living together?” You pick up the stack of wood and start building a small house “Is that good?”

“Ya, that’s great! I’ll put the door down and I got us some beds, so we now have a spawn point. So when we die we just end up here” He explains doing so

Nodding along to what he said, you start putting the flowers you collected around the house before entering the house. He put the beds down next to each other. Making sure to mute yourself, you do the finger point and with a ‘tch’ sound you smile “ Oh my God Chat! Our beds are next to each other !?! How crazy. Heehee”  

The house was lit up with torches. “Click on the bed” He tells you and you do so. Your characters laid there side by side and your chat was hearing you make embarrassing noises. “Chat better not be telling him how embarrassing I’m being please. This is a desparate plea for you guys not to tell him!! Like Im joking guys please” With a laugh, your character gets off the bed and you walk out.

“Oh!” In Sykkuno’s hand was a flower “I noticed you picking up flowers and I know that [Flower/Name] is your favorite, so i picked some up for you”

You can’t stop the smile that appears on your face nor the flush on your cheeks “You are so fucking cute”

“Wha-?” You interrupt him “This is so sweet, honestly Sy.”

He throws them on the ground “It’s no problem. Just saw them and remembered how much you liked them “ and you pick them up, putting them at the entrance of the door “I love it!!! Thank You Sykkuno!!”

He hums and jumps around. You check chat, when a donation comes in telling you to check it, and read that he was purposefully was looking for the flowers because he knows how much you would’ve loved them. You don’t believe them at first, telling them that while he is nice, going around looking for a flower doesn’t seem like a productive thing to do. So, someone from your chat sent a clip of him telling his viewers that he was looking for your favorite flower to give to you. His excuse was that this as your first time playing minecraft, so he wanted you to enjoy it and thought it would be a great present until he can find diamonds.

“Guys! No!! That is so sweet!” You cry out blushing even further

“Hey guys!” A voice called out. A voice you immediately recognized to be Liliy’s “Come look at my house!” Looking up you see her stood further up from the both of you. She started making her way down and gasped “Are those [F/N]!?! Where did you find these! The look so pretty!”

“Yea” You jumping once more “Aren’t they cool?”

“YES! Can I have one?” She asked standing next to them “Is this your house? I love the flowers around them”

“I guess this is where we live now” You respond

“Both?” Lily questioned “You and Sykkuno are living together!?!”

“Yea! He actually gave me the [F/N]s, so you can’t..have them..” You respond to her awkwardly

Lily turns to Sykkuno and hits his character “You fucking simp”

He gasps “Lily” but she ignores him “I’ll take a different flower as a housewarming gift. Now follow me!”

“Y/N, why don’t you go see it while I gather up more materials” Sykkuno told you

You follow her up the small mountain? And there laid her pink house and you gasped “There is pink wood!?!”

“Yea, you just need pink dye. I have a bunch left if you want some” She offered you

“I don’t know if Sykkuno would want to live in a pink house” You enter her house and notice chests and peak into them

“He’d want what you want so just go for it.” She places the flower she took from your house next to hers. “Those chests belong to other people, but here’s mine.” She hits the chest in her house “I think i have like 20 of the pink wood left, so you can just take the rest”

You took the stack from her chest “Awesome! Your house is nice! It’s big too! I’d have to remake our house into something bigger”

“Yea, it’s kinda ugly since it isn’t pink” She tells you causing you to laugh

“It was a last minute thing to hid in during the night” Holding the pink wood in your hand “I’ll probably look up some building tips and stuff later to make a cool place, but thanks Lily!”

You hung out in her house talking with people as they came and went as Lily went to find more flowers to surround her house in. Though someone interesting came in, wearing the generic steve skin with a slightly creepy face.

“Hey Miyoung!” Lily called from out her house

“Hi Lily” She responded “I’m just letting you know I’m putting a death trap in your home. Please don’t tell the victims”

You snorted in amusement “Can I help with that?”

She moves towards you in her crouched state, so you respond in kind. You both just stared at each other in your crouched position circling each other “Okay, so I have a bucket of oil, so I want to dig a hole in the ground and push people into it”

Nodding your head “Clean, my chat was telling me that there is a trapped door, so why not put one on the ground above it and just have people walk in it?”

“We should also put a sign down there, so as they’re slowly sinking to their death, there’ll be a sign that mocks them” Nodding her characters head “I have some signs already, I’ll make the trapped door”

Taking a shovel from your hotbar, you dig a hole 6 blocks down, digging the other side as you make your way down. You then walk to the other side and start to make your way up.

“You should leave an open space for the sign, maybe 2 blocks open?” Miyoung tells you as she eyes you from above. You jump out of the hole you created and shovel 2 dirt blocks. She places a sign down and covers it up with a wood plank that matches the floor of Lily’s house “Wait I need to put the oil down”

So, she breaks the floor once more and jumps in to put the oil in before making her way back up. “I just put RIP on the sign, I think it’ll help them realize that they will die, so..”

“Alright clean clean” You jump around and watch as she places a trap door on the floor above it and placing a sign in front of it.

“We should probably look for victims” Miyoung tells you

You make your character swing their arm around towards the chests in Lily’s home “Well people have stuff in here, so maybe we should wait for someone to come in to grab something and lure them”

“Sounds good” She says and as she says this Sykkuno comes barging in.

“Hey y/n!” He cheers “Oh hey Miyoung! Lily told me that she has a bucket in her chest that she’ll let me borrow. So, I’m just trying to find her chest. Don’t mind me” He rifles through them “Can’t seem to find them “

You open the trap door and look at him before he turns to you two “Oh is it in here?” and down he goes. “Oh!? IS THIS A TRAP”

You start giggling as he starts to panic laugh “y/n? miyoung? Help!”

You both just crouch above him and stare as he slowly sinks “Guys, any help? please? y/n?”

Miyoung just closes the trap door and walks away and in the little chat says that Sykkuno died in due to [Sticky Dipping], so you type in an apology as you make your way back towards the house. You meet him and apologize to him once again.

“It’s no problem. It was actually kind of funny, but check in the chest I have in the house. I got some more stuff for you for the house” He tells you  “I’m gunna go back to get my stuff and the bucket, so i’ll catch you later!”

“Alright, see ya Sy!” You cheer back to him and make your way into the house.”Alright chat, let’s see what he gave us! I’m not reading what you guys, say so no spoilers~”

You open the wooden box and inside were more pink wood planks, glass, stairs, torches, other house materials to make building easier, and some more of your favorite flowers.

You feel your chest tighten as the butterflies appear in your stomach. You smile largely and giddy, opening and closing your mouth trying to gather the words to express how you felt, you were pleasantly surprised by the things he left you.

You wanted to squeal at how nice he is. It is hard to come across a genuinely nice guy that wanted nothing but friendship with you. So, it was easy to fall for Sykkuno; but it was hard to admit to yourself your growing feelings for him, because love is scary and being in love with your friend is even scarier. Once those feelings come out, you can’t take them back and things just become different. So, it is safe to say that you’ll be keeping them to yourself.

“By the way” Sykkuno starts causing you to jump in real life, as you were sat pondering to yourself “The server is making a town square a few blocks away, so why don’t we move the house there?”

You start collecting the items in your inventory “Yea! Are you going to need help carrying the rest of the stuff there?”

He starts breaking the items in your old home “If you have the room for some that’ll be great! yea!”

Once you both gathered the things you wanted to take, you guys bound towards where the Town Square was being made.

“Oh! By the way, can I request you build a basement for me in our house?” Sykkuno asks

The thought of him referring to the house as ‘ours’ made you smile “Yea, but can I ask why you want one?”

“Don’t worry. I won’t build anything that’ll blow up our house” Sykkuno dodges the question

‘Our’ house. Maybe one day that can be a real life possibility. You couldn’t contain the smile growing on your face even further. Maybe one day you’ll have the courage to tell him how you feel.

As you start building near Leslie’s house, a thought suddenly pops into your head ‘Sykkuno there is a girl into you’

[blueposthings]

Cinnamon Roll (Reader x Steve Rogers)

Warnings: Language

Word count: 1.5k+

Prompts: 68. The world is against us + 26. I care about you, dummy

You glanced at your phone to see the clock staring back at you.

8:02 PM

He’s late. Steve is never late. 

You knew he was bound to be one day, and it seems like that day was today, but you couldn’t help to grow concerned. He didn’t have any missions today, at least not that you knew of, so he shouldn’t be in any life threatening situation that would restrict him from texting you. He could’ve at least informed you of his whereabouts, he knew how much of a mother-hen you could be despite him being at least a few decades older than you. Well what could you say, you had been through some terrible losses in your life and now you probably had borderline separation anxiety. Especially when it comes to Steve; the man had been one of the only constant things in your life for quite a while and you couldn’t lose him too.

You nervously shifted on your feet, fidgeting with the device on your hands. Your teeth found their way to your lips, a bad habit you formed in your early childhood years. Eventually your fingers started to absentmindedly pick on the skin of your fingers -another nervous habit. 

You suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder and you jumped. Your instincts kicked in before you could think and you grabbed the stranger’s wrist, twisting it to an almost unnatural angle. 

“Ow! Ow! It’s me!” Suddenly the figure spoke.

“Shit!” You immediately let the hand go, almost dropping your phone in the process. “I’m sorry! I thought it was someone else!”

Steve breathed with an amused smile on his face, “Jesus, Y/N, I guess I did a pretty decent job in teaching you self defense.”

“Where were you?” You finally felt yourself release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “I was worried.”

“I apologize.” He smiled sympathetically, rubbing the spot you previously held -he’s a superhero, he’ll manage. “Fury kept me in a bit longer than I thought he would.”

“You could’ve texted me.” You said with no room for argument.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He smiled sheepishly before he started to walk down the sidewalk and you followed closely. “I promise it will not happen again.”

“It better not, Rogers.” You pointed a finger at his face with a fake threatening scowl on your lips.

He turned his head slightly towards you as you lowered your finger. “So, where are we heading tonight?”

“I wanted to try out the new donut shop down on Mains.” Your head tilted slightly in thought. “I heard they have good cinnamon rolls too.”

“Of course they do,” Steve couldn’t help the teasing smile emerging on his face.

“Hey, come on,” you lightly slapped his side, “it’s basically tradition for us to have a cinnamon roll together at this point, we’ve been doing it for like a year.”

“I know, I know.” Your companion put his hands up in surrender, his smile never leaving. “I just thought you would want to have something different by now, I thought you said you get bored easily.”

Your eyes drifted to the concrete below you as you muttered softly, “this is different.”

Sensing your change in mood, Steve brought his right arm up and across your smaller figure to pull you closer. He always noticed the slightest change of demeanor you had, even early in your friendship -it's one of the things you appreciated most of him. Another thing was that although you know he was curious and concerned, he never pressed too hard. He knew when to leave you alone and he trusted that you would tell him what you needed to tell him in your own time. 

On the rest of the walk there were a few small talks over your job or school and Steve’s petty complaints about his own job -yes, Steve Rogers does complain about being an Avenger sometimes, understandably so- but it was mostly spent in comforting silence of you and Steve just enjoying each other’s presence. Steve adjusted his pace for you, held you a little bit tighter to his side when a sudden breeze flowed by, glared at passersby whose eyes lingered a bit too long on you -the little things that made the walk shorter than it really was.

If it wasn’t for the most loved scent of coffee filling your nose when you walked in through the doorway of the shop, you would’ve dreaded reaching your destination. You excitedly rushed towards the glassed display filled with fluffy sweet treats. The colorful doughnuts and pastries alike lined up with a few blanks in random places due to how late in the day it was. 

“Hello there, welcome to Stan’s Sweets,” a cheerful voice chirped from behind the counter. “How can I help you?”

“Hi, I’d like one hot cappuccino please,” Steve ordered before you could reply. “What do you want, Y/N?”

“Uh…” You searched the menu hung above behind the cashier before finally turning to the girl before. “Can you maybe recommend me something?”

“Of course!” The teen squared up her shoulders in surprise and excitement. “What are you in the mood for?”

You thought for a quick second. “Something warm and sweet, but not too sweet- maybe a little bit of kick, you know what I mean?”

She nodded thoughtfully, “we have a chai latte, it’s actually one of our specialties.”

“That would be perfect, thanks-” you glanced at the name tag on her uniform, “Sarah.”

“My pleasure!” She typed in your order into the cashier machine. “That’s one cappuccino and one chai latte, anything else?”

“Yeah, I heard you have amazing cinnamon rolls, can we please get two of those?” You grinned excitedly and you could hear Steve chuckle at your antics.

But Sarah’s face fell into an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry I think we’ve run out for today.”

Your shoulders slumped and you turned your head to Steve who only gave you a sympathetic shrug. 

“Maybe you should order something else, Y/N, just this once.” He suggested.

“But we haven’t had one together in more than a month,” you whined. Okay maybe you were a little bit dramatic but you really wanted that roll.

“We’ll get one next time, doll.” Steve assured, shifting his figure closer to you.

“I’m so sorry, they do sell out quite quickly.” Sarah apologized once more.

“No, it’s okay.” You smiled weakly to the girl who seemed to appreciate the understanding a bit more than you’d expected. “I’ll just get a tiramisu cake then,”

“I can do that,” Sarah nodded, “and for you?”

“Oh, I’m good.” Steve dismissed kindly.

“Alright so that’s one cappuccino, one chai latte, and one tiramisu.” The young girl once again listed. “Your total is eleven dollars.”

Steve paid off the bill as he held your hand just a tad bit tighter so you couldn’t reach for your own wallet. After a promise of bringing your treats in a few minutes, you and Steve head deeper into the shop to search for a seat.

The shop wasn’t too crowded aside from a few students with their heads buried into their laptops and a few more couples scattered around. The two of you decided on the seat in the far corner and Steve sat against the wall with you across from him.

You sat with a sigh and a lingering pout which Steve noticed.

“You’re still upset about the cinnamon roll?” His head quirked to the side like a puppy.

“I’m not, I just-” you avoided his gaze, instead staring off outside the window far across the room. “We haven’t hung out in a long time and I know I’m overreacting but I just feel like the world is against us.”

Steve’s chest rumbles in a chuckle. “Well, this was supposed to be a surprise but I guess I can tell you now.”

This time it was you who appeared confused, “what surprise?”

Steve leaned in and rested his forearms on the table to get closer to you, a smile was adorning his face. “I might have had Buck teach me how to bake some cinnamon rolls.”

You gasped in delight. “You didn’t-”

“Of course I did.” Steve shrugged smugly, leaning back to his seat.

“You really did that?” Your eyes still held adoration and surprise. “For me?”

“Yes, Y/N, for you.” The blond nodded with a softer tone. 

“Why?”

Steve looked at you like you grew a new head. It took him a few seconds before he finally replied, “What do you mean ‘why’?”

“Well you don’t seem to like baking too much, I assume that’s why Bucky is the ‘baking half’ of your friendship,” you paused, “right?”

“I guess,” he nodded.

“So why did you do it?”

Steve once again smiled gently, his eyes kind. “Because I care about you, dummy.”

You froze. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.” The man couldn’t help but laugh at your flustered state. 

Just then, Sarah came around with your cake and coffees but with a quick smile she left as fast as she came around. You were silent for a couple of minutes, playing with the spoon in your hand while Steve switched back and forth from watching you and watching the streets from the window.

“I- uh-” you started. Steve pulled his full attention towards you, his coffee almost half done. “Thank you, Steve.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.”