#steve x angie

[ijustreallylikecaptainamericaok]

Title: In Good Company AO3: Part of “Agent Carter Bingo Moodboards” Rating: General Warnings: Implied/Referenced Character Death Relationship: Peggy Carter/Angie Martinelli/Steve Rogers Word Count: 58 Additional Tags: Moodboard, Microfic, Fluff, Polyamory, Alternate Universe – Modern Setting, Alternate Universe – Theatre, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Established Angie Martinelli/Steve Rogers, Artist Steve Rogers, Actress Angie Martinelli, Executive Director Peggy Carter, Falling In Love, and vaguely the Save the Orphanage/Community Center/Whatever trope Summary: She was prepared to help a theatre company struggling after the loss of its eponymous founder, but... Notes: Made for the @agentcarterbingo prompt “Modern AU.”

When Peggy became Executive Director for the Abraham Erskine Theatre, she was prepared to help a company struggling after the loss of its eponymous founder. However, she did not expect his successors, Angie and Steve, to also sneak their way into her heart, upending her successful but solitary life in the process.

But she’s so glad they did.

[bestqprshipbracket]

Best Polyamorous Ship Group 1 Round 2

[incorrectsteggyquotes]

Angie: Ah yes, the four love languages.

Angie, pointing at Peggy: My parents were never proud of me.

Angie, pointing at Steve: I'm so freaking tired, god let me rest for five minutes.

Angie, pointing at Howard: Please pay attention to me.

Angie, pointing at Peggy: Touch starved.

Peggy: Hey! Why I get two?!

[angiewrvting]

Unusual Circumstances. Part 1.

Summary  ── AU. Unusual Circumstances follows the story of Ellie Rhead, one of the best criminal profilers in the country. Steve, Bucky and Ellie have been best friends since high school, however, that all changed when Bucky vanished without a trace and now Ellie has dedicated her life to finding him. And what happens when Steve has to watch the woman he’s fallen in love with pine for another man.

Pairing  ── Steve Rogers x Fem!OC. Bucky Barnes x Fem!OC

Warnings  ── Jealous Steve, OC jealousy, Swearing, conversations topics of sex, masturbation, abduction murder and serial killers, angst, fluff, drinking, smoking weed.

Word Count  ── 2.909K

Author Note  ── This is NOT beta read so all the mistakes are my own. This is my first ever fic on this blog. Please like and leave comments on this to let me know if you’d like a part two. Future parts will feature flash backs to when they all met, how Bucky disappeared, the case as it proceeds, their lives at home, what happened to him and of course a juicy love story. 

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY OPEN. 

185 days. That’s how many it’d been and it still didn’t get any easier.

‘’When was the last time you slept?’’ Steve grumbled from the sofa, flicking through the channels with boredom etched into every movement. It was a good question, in all honestly she wasn’t sure when the last time she’d managed to get a decent amount of sleep was. 

How could she when he was out there still?

Ellie’s chartreuse orbs were fixated on the paper work that lay scattered across her old oak desk, each detailing news articles that she’d poured relentlessly over. It was all part of the evidence she’d been collecting since he went missing. Some days it still didn’t feel real, she felt like she was in mourning every time she breathed, resonating deep within her chest.

The day Bucky vanished both she and Steve had been frantic. And now six months later it had become truly real that they may never find him. That he may truly be gone and while Steve had seemed to some what accepted it, Ellie couldn’t.

‘‘Y’know if you keep reading that shit your heads gonna’ explode.’‘ Steve whispered deeply, pushing to stand before walking over and resting his shoulder against the door frame. She knew if she looked up she’d find his piercing blue orbs shining with concern. 

‘‘Maybe another coffee will help --- ‘‘ Ellie began.

‘‘No. You’ve had enough caffeine, you need sleep.’‘ He wasn’t being mean, she knew it came from a place of concern and love but she didn’t want to hear it. She couldn’t.

It came out before she could stop herself.

‘‘I need Bucky.’‘ She snapped, instantly regretting it when he recoiled his eyes fluttering shut while he did that thing he where breathed deeply through his nose. She never spoke to him like that, it wasn’t they way they worked. ‘‘Sorry Steve.’‘ She muttered instantly raking her hands through the locks that framed her face. ‘‘Sorry.’‘ She muttered once more before pushing her face into her hands with a sigh. 

For a moment he felt that hurt swirl in his sternum, it stung to know that he wasn’t enough. He missed Bucky more than anyone would ever realize, he’d just learnt to channel his pain into other things. He hadn’t given up but he wasn’t letting it control his life anymore. He couldn’t. It’d been eating him alive, tearing him apart piece by piece. Ellie just hadn’t yet learned that she needed to keep herself healthy if she wanted to survive this.

Steve knew that she was over tired, he could see it, so with a sad sigh he closed the space between them pulling her up and into his arms. She was tense, unable to let that grief stop consuming her as the sobs wracked her from her body. How could it have been over six months with no sign of him. They knew he wouldn’t have just left. 

They’d never been apart this long since they’d became friends. 

‘’I just don’t know how we haven’t found him.’’ She sobbed into his chest, winding her arms around his middle to cuddle herself closer. Steve in that moment felt his own lip tremble. He hated how in pain she was and he missed his friend dearly. 

‘’I don’t know, Ellie. I wish I did. But I can’t give you the answers I so badly want too.’’  

For a while they stood in each others embrace allowing themselves to live in the pain that had been consuming them since that night. Steve’s hand finding home on he back, rubbing his hands up and down to soothe her the best he could. Ellie hadn’t noticed the longing looks that had developed over the last three years, the want and need that lingered in Steve’s orbs. 

He’d wondered at night if it’d always been there but he knew that he could never act on them. The two had always remained platonic, the best of friends and part of the trio. Steve was also keenly aware of the relationship Ellie and Bucky had, they had fun always up to something, flirty banter something they both found humor in and he’d always had to watch. Steve and Ellie had their moments they’d just always related on a more deep and emotional level. He honestly felt like she was the only person he could truly open up and be himself around. 

‘‘God, I’m sorry. I’m such a mess.’‘ Ellie muttered, sniffling as she finally began to stop crying. He didn’t let go though, resting his chin on her head. He remembered her saying that she always felt safe when he hugged her, and so any chance he got, Steve made sure to do just that.

‘‘You never have to apologize, El, y’know that.’‘ Steve hummed which made her cling to him a little harder. Ellie had for the longest time felt so comfortable around Steve most people mistook them as a couple, she was quick to tell them that they weren’t that. She’d laugh and tell the people that they were crazy. 

Yet, in his arms she felt at home. But some much of her longed for Bucky. It felt like it was killing her, and nights had become restless. She missed talking to him for hours on her patio, laughing until the sun came up or the long nights at Roosters, their favorite dive bar in town. 

‘‘We’re meant to be going to Roosters tonight.’‘ Ellie sniffled pulling back to take a look at the towering male whose beard and hair had grown out, a long piece falling in front of his eyes as he took a look at her, letting his thumb swipe away the stray tears. 

‘‘I know you don’t want to, but I think it’ll be good for you to get outta’ the house.’‘ Steve spoke softly but it was still firm. He knew she needed to be somewhere that wasn’t her place or the office. ‘‘Plus when was the last time me and you actually did karaoke?’‘ Steve smirked.

He earned a giggle from Ellie and it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. He wanted to capture it on a recording so he’d never forget it. ‘’There she is.’’ He chimed, looking down upon her sweetly. ‘’What d’ya say?’’ Steve probed wanting to at least attempt to get her to go out. 

‘‘Okay, fine. But you’re paying.’‘ Ellie cooed, slapping her hand on his chest finally pulling away from his embrace. In a matter of moments it went from sweet and tender back to their usual. And while Steve had longed to stay there longer, she was already turning and walking away.

Because she had no idea about the way she affected Steve Rogers. 

The music boomed from the speakers that Ellie was pretty sure were on their way out, the smell of beer lingering like stench in the air and floors that her shoes would stick to when she walked across the room. The best way to describe this place was a dive bar, or some form of almost derelict establishment. Roosters was a bar they’d stumbled upon in college, it’d been cheap and Bucky had worked part time behind the bar in the summers before he got a job as a fancy lawyer for a firm just twenty minutes out of town. 

And even when they moved up in the world and could have afforded to drink in much nicer places they still always came here. It was like a second home to them, they were friends with pretty much most of the regulars and they served the best hot nuts. Ellie couldn’t help remember him in here with them, all of them here until closing when they were told they had to go. 

Or the last conversation she had with Bucky. One that she’d never tell Steve about.

‘‘That’s a whiskey for you.’‘ Steve said, placing the drink down, before dropping into his own seat. ‘‘And a Shir--’’ He didn’t even get to finish before Ellie jumped in.

‘‘You’re drinking red wine?’‘ She teased, running her tongue across her bottom lip to stop the laughter from tumbling from her lips. 

‘‘You always make fun of my drink choices.’‘ 

‘‘That’s because your drink choices are....questionable.’‘ She scrunched up her nose. She’d never been a fan of red, and no matter how many times Steve tried to convince her otherwise, it was utterly disgusting. 

‘‘Okay, Mrs fancy criminal profiler with her whiskey.’‘ Steve managed to get out before they both burst into laughter. For a moment he realized that this was the most fun they’d had in what felt like weeks and they’d only just got here. He was hopeful. Telling himself that she just needed to get out and have some fun. Remember what living felt like. 

‘‘What are you singing tonight, then?’‘ Ellie asked smirking into her drink. Instantly she felt his side gaze burning into her. 

‘‘We not duet-ing?’‘ Steve asked furrowing his brows. 

‘‘Yes, of course. I need to make sure we get our rendition of 500 Miles in before the nights over. But I remember last time we were in here I won a bet.’‘ And instantly realization dawned on him. 

‘‘Oh you’re good.’‘ He grumbled having completely forgotten. 

The last time they’d found themselves in this establishment they’d decided to see who could out drink the other. The loser had to get up on stage and sing something that made them think of the winner. And as the blush tinted Steve’s cheeks, he couldn’t help himself think of the many songs that he found himself thinking about Ellie as he listened. 

‘‘I’ll give you time to get a few more drinks in you.’‘ Ellie promised with a smile, earning herself a roll of Steve’s eyes as he took a large gulp of the red wine instead of the sips he usually took. 

‘‘I’m gonna end up trashed.’‘ Steve confirmed and all she did was nod. 

For a while they sang along, chatted about the evening, reliving memories from their many adventurous nights in here and at some point Ellie had managed to score some weed for after they got home. Everything was going well until she arrived. 

Natasha fucking Romanoff. 

And in an instant she watched Steve’s attention drift from her to the red head. She shouldn’t have disliked her, she was a nice woman but there was something about Steve and Natasha’s relationship that got under her skin. They’d dated for a while a couple years ago before they broke it off so she could pursue her career and for the life of her, Ellie couldn’t understand how anyone could have broken up with Steve Rogers. 

Ellie wasn’t blind. He was gorgeous. And on top of all that he was one of the good ones. 

And while they’d maintained a friendship there was something in the way she seemed to always find a way to him when they were in the same bar, always touching him as if she was marking a claim on something that wasn’t hers. Not anymore. Ellie hadn’t even realized her jaw had clenched when she watched Steve get up from his seat almost automatically. Great. 

Within a moment he was gone embracing her. She should have been used to it by now but she just wasn’t. Instead she began to drink her drink taking her gaze off Steve in hopes that it’d just go away, focusing on the woman singing Kate Bush horrendously. 

‘‘Ellie.’‘ Natasha smiled slipping into the seat on the other side of Steve, while the other woman that she knew as Wanda took the seat next to her. ‘‘You’re looking well.’‘ And straight away she could feel the pity in her eyes, most people looked at her like it. Everyone knew just how much Bucky had meant to her. It was one of the reasons she hated coming because everyone felt sorry for them, but she knew they thought it was time she moved on.

She would never. 

‘‘It’s good to see you Natasha.’‘ She offered a tight smile. ‘‘And you, Wanda.’‘ Ellie took another sip of her drink hoping that they could talk between themselves and she could get Steve back to herself. It was just meant to be them tonight, anyway. And unfortunately the three of them quickly delved into conversation, while Ellie just nodded along.

She knew Steve was trying to include her and she wasn’t being rude, or at least, trying not to be. Natasha hadn’t done anything wrong but she just couldn’t seem to get over how she felt towards her. It was definitely because she’d hurt her best friend, she couldn’t shake the memory of seeing Steve in the state he was after she broke up with him. And when Nat lent forward to laugh, her hand falling to Steve’s thigh, Ellie felt every part of herself tense up.

She didn’t want Steve to get false hope, that’s what she was telling herself. This had nothing to do with the fact that Ellie for just a moment thought about what he’d think if she did that to him.

‘‘Nat was just telling me that she heard there’s a really good film at the movies coming out this week, maybe we should check it out soon.’‘ Steve said turning to Ellie with hopeful eyes, a sweet smile on his lips so much so that all she could do with nod with a soft smile. 

‘‘That’d be nice, Steve.’‘ Ellie knew it’d mean the world to him. She’d been neglecting him for some time and maybe he just needed her to be a little more present. She couldn’t guarantee she’d be able to keep it up all the time, but she could at least try and be a better friend. 

All it took a look over Steve’s shoulder to see Nat’s gaze burning into Ellie. Oh, she knew that look. She’d been telling Steve about the movie in hopes that they’d go with each other and he’d just out right invited his best friend along. Sometimes Steve could be a little bit clueless, but she was kind of glad in that moment that he was. 

‘‘Steve --- ‘‘ Nat began, pulling his attention back to her. (As usual) ‘‘I was kinda hoping...just me and you would go to that movie.’‘ And Ellie couldn’t say she wasn’t impressed, at least the girl said what she meant instead of just pretending it was what she’d always intended. ‘‘Like...old times.’‘ Nat and Ellie were both watching, waiting for the penny to drop.

And then it did.

Steve’s mouth formed into the ‘o’ shape, before he nodded. Ellie couldn’t watch so she took her gaze back to the stage that now had a man trying his luck singing Gold and he wasn’t half bad, so she tried to focus on that. What she missed in that moment was Steve trying to gauge Ellie’s reaction to what Natasha had said. Was she bothered? Did she hope that he’d say no? The one thing that bugged Steve to no ends was that he could read her like an open book pretty much all the time but when it came to him she was unreadable. A complex puzzle with a thousand individual pieces that never seemed to interlock.

‘‘Sorry Nat, I misread what you were saying.’‘ Steve said sheepishly, offering her that thousand watt grin that drew all the girls in. Just not the one he wanted. ‘‘I’d love that.’‘ The second the words left his mouth he regretted them because Ellie said nothing, her face didn’t move so he offered the best smile he could muster to Natasha and moved the conversation along.

Ellie could see that the red head was ecstatic. She was getting her claws back in him and the thought alone made her feel sick to her stomach. She just knew if she said anything to Steve he’d think she was being a paranoid best friend. Because that’s all she was to him. 

Buzz.

Her phone buzzing changed the conversation, and Steve turned from her instantly. She knew he was pissed off but she couldn’t quite place her finger on why. She’d never met someone who could go from being a ball of sunshine to a brooding poet in the space of seconds.

That was Steve fucking Rogers she mused to herself. 

‘‘Sorry --- I gotta’ take this’‘ Ellie muttered instantly answering as she made to stand. But she wouldn’t make it very far because the whole world seemed to freeze. That voice was one she’d thought she may never hear again. Bucky. It wasn’t him though, it was a recording. She could tell from the static and scratching in the sound. It was him begging for his life and in that was him crying out her name repeatedly. 

Bucky was being tortured and someone was using it to torture her. 

‘‘What...’‘ She breathed shaking like she was vibrating. ‘‘Stop. No. What ever you need, what ever it takes, please. Please, not him. Stop’‘ She screamed into her phone which instantly caught Steve, Natasha and Wanda’s attention. He made to stand instantly, calling out her name when his hand settled upon her arm, fear and concern written all over his mouth, tilting his head to the side. He had no idea what was going on.

But he feared the worst. 

‘‘They’re killing him.’‘ Was all Ellie sobbed before the world went black.

IF YOU WANT A PART TWO, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO!

[hellitwasyoufirstsergeant]

hellitwasyoufirstsergeant’s writing masterlist

Eddie Munson:

“I’m So Lonely” - you finally confess to Eddie how lonely you’ve been feeling, angst to fluff

Safe in His Arms - you finally confront your feelings for your friend Eddie after yet another nightmare, smut

Happy Trail - coming soon

Steve Harrington:

Consonants and Kisses - Steve is pretty drunk, and also pretty enamoured with you, fluff

Donald Malarkey:

A Soldier’s Silent Battle - Malarkey and Schofield’s grief, angst

Ronald Speirs:

Horror Stories and Fairytales - Ron tells you a horror story, but does he have hidden motives?, fluff coming soon

1917:

You Don’t Remember the Somme - Schofield reflects on the first day of the battle, angst

A Soldier’s Silent Battle - Schofield and Malarkey’s grief, angst

[sincerethoughtsblog]

The love of my life 🫶🏾

[stuckyslut8]

I'm so very tamed now

summary : your two ' scary ' mob boyfriends interrogate you after finding out you're a double agent.

Pairing: mob stucky x reader (poly)

Warning : 18+ mentions of smut, innuendos, use of gun in a way it's not supposed to. angy steve 😡, sappy bucky. Poly relationship. .Typos

"You're not coming in." Steve told bucky as they stood in front of the room in which you were kept.

"Oh come on sweetheart i need-"

"Last time you came in here to interrogate you ended up fucking her on the table." He said with a dissapointed look on his face.

"That was one time, it wont happen again." Bucky said opening the doors and bursting through, to see you there seated in the interrogation chair, looking at bucky with those eyes.

"Don't give me that look.." bucky warned you." "Whatever happened last time is never gonna happen again."

"And why is that baby?" You asked smirking.

"Because...becuase-" bucky stumbled over his words looking for a good reason.

"Because I'm here with him." The blonde that emerged from the doors just then said with a cold expression on his face.

"We'll see about that rogers. " you gave him a wink.

"Enough with that. " steve said nearing you, using all of his intimidation tactics, which you've seen over a hundred times, "tell me who you work for."

"Right tell him who you work for or I'm gonna have to punish you sweetheart. " the brunette intervened.

"Punish me?" You said with a laugh. "By making me suck on your cock daddy?"

"Really?" Steve asked bucky , almost knowing that's exaclty what bucky would've done.

"What? That usually works with her and you." Bucky said pointing at his boyfriend.

"Grow up bucky." Steve said in an irritated tone, while you were clearly enjoying their banter.

"Now you" steve turned to you, grabbing the gun from his pocket and pointing it under your chin.

"Hey hey hey, what the hell steve, you're gonna hurt her-" bucky said in a panic.

"Shut up barnes." Steve cut him off and looked at you, giving you his most terrifying look.

You looked back at him with a smirk as you moved your jaw and took the tip of the gun in your mouth, sucking on in seductively, almost changing Steve's mind for a second.

"Oh fuck you're getting me so hard sweetheart." bucky said palming his erection, earning a glare from steve as he pulled the gun away from your mouth, muttering curses under his breath.

"What now stevie? You gonna go down on me amd edge me till i answer you?" You said with a innocent look on youe face, "that's what bucky did."

"Hey you're not supposed to tell that to him."

"What the hell barnes, is this how you're gonna interrogate all our suspects from now on? You're gonna suck rumlow's dick too?" Steve questioned his guilty as charged boyfriend, who was looking for another excuse to say.

"Hey in my defense, it almost worked, i would've gotten the words out of her if she hadn't passed out from the edging. " bucky said putting his hands up as if trying to surrender his case to steve.

"God you're an idiot, why am i still with you?" Steve asksd the million dollar question.

"Cuz you love me ." Bucky said as a matter of fact.

Before steve could yell at bucky for turning sappy in the middle of an interrogation, someone knocked at the door.

"Come in."

"Uh sir it's stark he's waiting for you."

"Oh fuck i gotta go, don't screw this up buck." He said giving a warning glare to his lover.

"Don't worry steve, i know how to make our girl talk."

Oh boy you were in for a good time.

A/N : this fic idea just came to my sleepy brain first thing in the morning, I'm thinking of turning this into a fun series uh i mean fun for bucky atleast 🤭.

[idyllicwillowtree]

God Eddie, You're So In Love With Me. (part 3)

Genre: Eddie Munson x Henderson!reader, fem!reader, angst/fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers

Summary: Being in Hellfire, you’ve been exposed to your fair share of bullying. One day, Jason takes it a step too far.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: bullying, anaphylaxis, poisoning, no physical descriptions of Y/N so you don’t have to look like Dustin, reader uses she/her, reader has a peanut allergy, swearing, angy Eddie, hospital

Author’s note: I'm so so sorry this is so late! but I did it!

Enjoy!

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Part 1 ; Part 2

Love, a word so potent, was now intertwined with his thoughts of your relationship. Eddie knew he liked you, a lot, but his brain never brought him to love. He replayed moments from your friendship in his head, searching for the signs, trying to decipher if Dustin was telling the truth. If the sentiment was truly real. A mix of surprise and uncertainty overwhelmed him, but there was also something warm and hopeful there. It was both exhilarating and terrifying.

He needed to see you and hear it from you directly. A million thoughts and memories raced through his mind, but one thing was clear–he needed to be with you, to tell you how he felt.

The first thing you noticed was the soft hum of medical equipment surrounding you, followed by a sterile scent lingering in the air. The steady beeping of monitors consistently interrupted the silence as you slowly blinked away unconsciousness. You turned your head slightly, eyes adjusting to the brightness of your hospital room. 

First, you notice Dustin snoozing next to Steve on the couch to your right. Dustin’s mouth hung open as he leaned practically all of his weight into Steve’s side. He most likely fell asleep before Steve, making him unable to move from his spot. You would’ve felt bad for the former King of Hawkins if you thought he was actually annoyed by your little brother’s presence, but he obviously had a soft spot for him.

It was then you noticed the weight on your left hand. You turned your head lazily and there he was. Slouched over your arm, his hair rudely obstructing your view of his relaxed face as his steady breath moved a strand in and out of his mouth. You did your best to slip your hand out, a desperate attempt to push the hair out of his face, but all you did was startle him awake.

Eddie’s top half shot upwards, brown eyes as wide as saucers and hair sticking out in all different directions. He flailed his arms wildly in an attempt to fight off an invisible attacker and let out a high pitched squeak that woke up your brother and Steve. Eddie’s eyes scanned the room wildly, a mix of confusion and fear before realizing where he was.

He didn’t even notice you were awake until you started giggling at him.

Eddie’s gaze snapped to yours, he didn’t have time to memorize the way your laugh sounded right after waking up before Dustin launched himself at you. Attacking you in a hug that squished all the air out of your lungs.

Eddie stepped back a bit, unsure of where to belong in this situation. He didn’t want to interrupt a moment between brother and sister. Steve was easing Dustin off of you so you could breathe again and Eddie couldn’t help but wonder how King Steve managed to fit himself into the Henderson family so easily. He seems to blend in effortlessly into your sibling relationship that it planted a seed of doubt in Eddie’s chest.

“What happened?” you asked after Dustin sat back.

“You had an allergic reaction.”

“Oh…right,” you said quietly as the memories slowly came back to you. Of course, it’s just your luck a damn peanut sends you closer to death than any demogorgon, demodog, russian spy or mind flayer ever did.

“Powell took Carver in for questioning,” Steve said.

Dustin scoffed.

“He may not be Hopper,” Steve added, “but he hasn’t let him go despite Carver’s dad throwing a fit about the whole thing. We have a whole cafeteria of witnesses so he’ll have a hard time getting out of this one.”

You eyed Eddie standing awkwardly in the corner, toeing one of the tiles on the floor with his beat up Reeboks. Doing everything in his power to not make eye contact with you. Before you could question it, the door swung open.

"Excuse me," a nurse said gently as she entered the room, "Y/N needs rest right now. Her body has been through a lot. I suggest you all head home for the night and come back tomorrow when she's feeling a bit better."

Dustin looked ready to protest, but you squeezed his hand, silently urging him to listen. He nodded solemnly and turned to gather his things. Steve stood up, giving you a warm smile, although you didn’t send one back.

Your eyes met Steve’s with a gentle yet persistent gaze. A subtle tension filled the hospital room, unnoticeable to Eddie and Dustin. Your eyes flicked towards the former, then back at Steve, only to be met with a confused look on his face. He stared at you dumbly, mouth agape in an ‘o’ shape, trying to decipher your expression. 

You grew more urgent, eyes darting towards Eddie again, praying the metalhead wouldn’t look up and notice the silent conversation you were having with Steve.

Finally, realization dawned in his eyes and with a quick nod and a teasing grin Steve gripped Dustin’s shoulders and steered him out the door.

“What the- Steve!” 

“Anyway, get better soon Y/N/N! I’ll get Dustin home safe and sound,” Steve rushed out.

“Let me say bye to my sister!”

Steve pulled him into the hallway before Dustin could protest any more, the door swung shut and effectively cutting off their bickering.

With the other boys gone, your eyes softened as you turned towards Eddie, a warm smile formed across your face as you tried to catch his eye.

“Glad you’re okay Y/N. I’ll uh…I’ll see you around,” he moved to follow Steve and Dustin out but hesitated at the door.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?” He turned to you, eyes wide and hopeful.

“Maybe…you could stay here? I mean, only if you want to. You’ve already done so much for me already, I don’t want to force you or anything…” you trailed off.

Eddie was fidgeting, bouncing on the balls of his feet and wiping his sweaty palms over and over again on his ripped jeans.

“Do you want me to stay?” Eddie asked quietly. 

The timidness in his voice caught you off guard for a moment but you didn’t hesitate to answer, “yes. I want you to stay.”

Eddie’s eyes shine with fondness as he walks back to his chair at the side of your bed. You sent him a warm tight lipped smile as he got himself comfortable on the stiff plastic seat.

The air between you both felt heavy with unspoken feelings and words, interrupted only by the footsteps in the hallway and the gentle hum of medical equipment. Eddie stole glances at you, his heart pounding so hard he could almost see it through his Hellfire shirt. You could feel the weight of his gaze, sensing the turmoil in his head.

Finally, unable to bear the silence you asked, “what day is it?”

“Uh,” Eddie said, looking at the digital watch on his wrist, “technically it’s Saturday morning.”

 “WHAT?!” your eyes widened in horror. “Eddie, your campaign!”

“What?” Eddie asked.

“You worked so hard on it! Ugh, I’m so sorry Eddie-” you cut yourself off at the look in Eddie’s eyes. There was a vulnerability you had never seen before.

And then, without any warning, Eddie’s facade crumpled. Tears filled his eyes and flowed down his cheeks in steady streams. He turned away from you, shoulders shaking with suppressed sobs.

Your heart shattered at the sight, “Eddie, I’m sorry. We can do it when I get out of here, I promise.”

“Fuck, that’s not-” Eddie gripped his hair in frustration. He could spin fantasy stories into gold but finding the right words to express his feelings never came easy to him.

Sensing that this breakdown was not about the campaign you reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “Hey,” you whispered. “It’s okay.”

Eddie shook his head, unable to speak through the tears, but he still leaned into your touch. You tugged at his sleeve gently and that was all Eddie needed to sit on the edge of your bed and collapse into your embrace. 

“I-I mean, you were the one who almost died but…but,” Eddie let out a heart wrenching whimper into your shoulder. “Fuck, it was j-just so scary. I didn’t know what to do.”

You hold him gently, arms wrapped tightly around him in a comforting embrace. You could feel him trembling, his breathing was uneven as he attempted to suppress more sobs. Your heart ached at the thought of Eddie seeing you almost die the way you did.

You stroke his surprisingly soft hair, whispering soothing words of comfort and reassurance. As Eddie’s cries subside into quiet sniffles, you continue to hold him until he slowly peeled himself away. He aggressively swipes the tears and snot from his face, keeping his gaze pointed downward.

“Sorry,” Eddie sniffed, embarrassed by his outburst.

You push the hair out of his face and behind his ear, a gesture that felt strangely natural. “It’s okay, Eddie. It’s really scary to witness someone choke to death on nothing. It messed Dustin up for a while.” 

Eddie’s breath hitched in his throat, “You’ve had uh...ana-puh-nax-sis before?”

You giggled slightly which made the corners of Eddie’s mouth turn upward.

“When I was really young Dustin and I had a babysitter that ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich before coming over and that was enough to send me to the hospital. I was in a coma for two days. Dustin witnessed everything and he’s been researching allergies ever since.”

“Wow. You don’t even have to eat it to get a reaction?”

“Nope.”

“Did Harrington help out last time too?” Eddie spat the boy's name like it was venom on his tongue.

“Nah, we didn’t really know Steve back then. Although I wasn’t surprised to see him with Dustin here. They’re kind of a package deal these days.”

“I mean, I knew him and Dustin were friends but I didn’t know you guys were…uh…”

“Eddie Munson…are you jealous?” you teased.

Deny. Deny. Deny. Eddie thought.

“Yes.”

 The realization made your face slowly melt into shock. “Oh.”

You were used to the flirtatious teasing in your friendship but Eddie seemed more serious than he’s ever been. Your eyes scanned Eddie’s face, searching for any sign of sarcasm, but you came up empty.

“He’s not really my type, you know.”

Eddie's eyes widened in surprise. "He's not?"

"No," you said, shaking your head. "Steve is a great guy and a good friend, but he's like the older brother I never knew I needed. Besides he’s not a metalhead, he hates Dungeons and Dragons, he doesn’t know how to play guitar, his hair is great but definitely too crunchy with the amount of hairspray-”

Before you could say anything else, Eddie leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. It was sudden, unexpected, and completely wonderful. Your eyes widened in surprise, but you quickly closed them, losing yourself in the moment.

When you both finally pulled away, Eddie was beaming, his eyes sparkling with a mix of joy and disbelief. 

You duck your head slightly and giggle, “sorry, I haven’t brushed my teeth in a while.”

Eddie shakes his head and smiles fondly at you, “sweetheart, I’ve been waiting too long for this to let that stop me.” He grabs the sides of your head to give you another kiss, leaning back with a dramatic shmack as you parted. “I even gave up eating tree nuts all together in case this day ever came.”

He leaned in again only for you to pull away, “What?” you asked in disbelief.

“What? Is that weird? Oh god, I’m so sorry-” 

Before Eddie could panic any further, you hooked your fingers into his pick necklace and pulled him towards you. This time you were the one to cut him off with a kiss that soon morphed into a teasing smile.

When you parted Eddie’s eyes were wide and his mouth slightly agape as you said, “God Eddie, you’re so in love with me.”

the end.

tags: @beeblisss @fishwithtitz @leah-loves-lilies @wickedscorpio22 @chaoticgood-munson

[ijustreallylikecaptainamericaok]

And that’s a wrap on Agent Carter Bingo! I may not have gotten as much done as I would’ve liked, but it was still great to finally get a chance to make stuff for these characters/ships that I love so much. If this runs again in the future, I will definitely take another crack at it, lol.

Many thanks to the @agentcarterbingo​ mods for running this event!

Opening Night (AO3 / Tumblr) G/General; Peggy/Angie; Drabble/Moodboard; Nervous Backstage buzzed with nervous excitement, so no one gave a second thought to Angie’s pacing. 

The Charm (AO3 / Tumblr) G/General; Peggy/Jason; Moodboard; “I love you.” A third chance at three small words.

In Good Company (AO3 / Tumblr) G/General; Peggy/Steve/Angie; Moodboard; Modern AU She was prepared to help a theatre company struggling after the loss of its eponymous founder, but...

Easy Pieces (AO3 / Tumblr)   G/General; Peggy/Ana/Edwin; Moodboard; Puzzle Their happiness felt so complete.

[bestqprshipbracket]

Best Polyamorous Ship Group 1 Round 1

[incorrectsteggyquotes]

Angie: How is motherhood treating you?

Peggy: Good. I didn't expected so much crying.

Angie: It's normal for young children.

Peggy: The baby? I was talking about Steve.

Steve, sobbing in the next room: I love you so much.

[historicalfictionsims]

Steggy Week 2024 - Day 6 (WIPs and Updates)

As we inch ever so slowly towards the Big Day, it occurred to me that Steve and Peggy don't have very high relationships with their friends. They threw bachelor and bachelorette parties several months ago but with Peggy's work schedule as a secret agent, she doesn't have much time for socialization.

At this point I have almost all of the canon characters I want to include in this save, with perhaps the exception of Colonel Phillips. Peggy's brother Michael has been reunited with the family, the details of which I'll develop as time goes on.

From left to right: Mr. Jarvis, Michael, Jim, Rose, Gabe, Jaques, Ana.

Even though I've stated previously that Bucky is not going to be rescued in my storyline, I decided that the wedding would be an exception. Honestly, I find it funny that he decided to sit with Peggy's mother at the party. Steve is probably cringing at the stories Bucky is telling of their childhood.

From left to right: Amanda, Howard, Bucky, Monty.

Not pictured are: Angie (who spent the entire evening at the bar), Dum Dum, Harrison.

After the guests left, the happy couple spent a moonlit moment overlooking the Tartosa Bay.

Bonus inspired by @buckywiththegoodhair86's We're All Stories in the End:

This story contains a couple of my favorite Rare Pairs: Jim Morita x Rose Roberts and Timothy "Dum Dum" Dugan x Angie Martinelli. It looks like they have good compatibility as Sims, too! Maybe there will be a few more weddings down the line.

@steggyfanevents

[meidui]

@steverogersbingo is ending tomorrow and i didn't get a blackout after all but that's okay <3 all my fills for the bingo are here and i also wanted to share the wips/ideas i had for the rest of the squares!!

sports: yoga instructor steve x discharged air force pilot tony - i think i've been working on this one for longer than i've ever worked on any fic before and i really hope to finish it this year 🥺

immortal steve: tony is an innkeeper and steve only comes around once a year (angst)

steve never fell in the arctic: fluffy slice of life where steve and peggy co-found shield, howard opens up a prosthetics manufacturing division at si, and bucky and angie fall in love

never have i ever: the team plays never have i ever at a party and everyone assumes steve will be the last one standing, but he's actually the first to lose

steve rogers goes to his first pride: steve comes out to the public by being in the pride parade and he gets a rainbow painted on his chest 🌈

peter parker: the stevepeter fic of my dreams where steve meets peter unexpectedly and is the first one to find out that he's spider-man

truth or dare: a cup of steve/matt murdock, a tablespoon of religious guilt, season to taste with biblical references, garnish with a confessional blowjob and serve

[powerpolyculeshowdown]

POWER POLYCULE MASTERPOST

people asked and i shall deliver!! here are our brackets - i plan to update each one with the link after they're posted, but do keep an eye on the #powerpolyculeshowdown tag in case im unavailable to do so until later, please!

Also reminder they're programmed to be posted 1min apart from each other, so from 1:00pm to 1:10pm (EST)

Round 1

part 1 (finished)

Tulio/Miguel/Chel (Road to El Dorado) x Yoo/Han/Kim (Omniscient Reader) Winners: Tulio/Miguel/Chel

Mane 6 (My Little Pony) x Sasha/Anne/Marcy (Amphibia) Winners: Sasha/Anne/Marcy

Rey/Finn/Poe (Star Wars) x The Doctor/Rose/Jack Harkness (Doctor Who) Winners: The Doctor/Rose/Jack

Cosmo/Kathy/Don (Singing in the Rain) x Ferris/Sloane/Cameron (Ferris Bueller’s Day Off) Winners: Cosmo/Kathy/Don

Dave/Jade/Karkat (Homestuck) x Sora/Riku/Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) Winners: Sora/Riku/Kairi

Amaryllis/Sir Damien/Lord Arum (Penumbra Podcast) x Arthur/Guinevere/Lancelot (High Noon Over Camelot - The Mechanisms) Winners: Amaryllis/Sir Damien/Lord Arum

Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi (Iron Widow) x Sadie Kane/Walt Stone/Anubis (The Kane Chronicles) Winners: Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi

Star Allies (Kirby Star Allies) x All 1008 Pokémon (Pokémon) Winners: All 1008 Pokémon

Hardison/Parker/Elliot (Leverage) x Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer (The Witcher) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

Suki/Sokka/Zuko (ATLA) x Sonic/Knuckles/Shadow (Sonic) Winners: Suki/Sokka/Zuko

Sweet/Cap’n/K_K (Deltarune) x Shiver/Frye/Big Man (Splatoon 3) Winners: Sweet/Cap'n/K_K

part 2 (finished)

Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) x Luka/Adrien/Kagami/Marinette (Miraculous Ladybug) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy

Wonder Woman/Superman/Batman (DC Comics) x Megaera/Zagreus/Thanatos (Hades) Winners: Megaera/Zagreus/Thanatos

Dekubowl (My Hero Academia) x Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure) Winners: Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters

Bocchi/Nijika/Ryo/Kita (Bocchi the Rock) x Tsukasa/Emu/Nene/Rui (Project Sekai) Winners: Tsukasa/Emu/Nene/Rui

Trevor/Sypha/Alucard/Greta (Castlevania) x Heizou/Kazuha/Scaramouche (Genshin Impact) Winners: Trevor/Sypha/Alucard/Greta

Rachel/Chloe/Max (Life is Strange) x Quanxi/Tsugihagi/Pingtsi/Long/Cosmo (Chainsaw Man) Winners: Rachel/Chloe/Max

McCoy/Spock/Kirk (Star Trek) x Frodo/Sam/Rosie (Lord of the Rings) Winners: McCoy/Spock/Kirk

Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn (Tangled Series) x Vivi/Lewis/Arthur (Mystery Skulls Animated) Winners: Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn

Aizo/Yujiro/Hiyori (HoneyWorks) x Panchito/Donald/José (The Three Caballeros) Winners: Panchito/Donald/José

Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow (She-Ra and The Princesses of Power) x Amethyst/Peridot/Lapis (Steven Universe) Winners: Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow

Bucky/Steve/Peggy/Angie (Marvel) x Hunter/Willow/Luz/Amity (The Owl House) Winners: Hunter/Willow/Luz/Amity

Round 2 (finished)

Tulio/Miguel/Chel (Road to El Dorado) x Cosmo/Kathy/Don (Singing in the Rain) Winners: Tulio/Miguel/Chel

Sasha/Anne/Marcy (Amphibia) x Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

The Doctor/Rose/Jack Harkness (Doctor Who) x McCoy/Spock/Kirk (Star Trek) Winners: The Doctor/Rose/Jack Harkness

Sora/Riku/Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) x Amaryllis/Sir Damien/Lord Arum (Penumbra Podcast) Winners: Amaryllis/Sir Damien/Lord Arum

Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi (Iron Widow) x Sweet/Cap’n/K_K (Deltarune) Tie!! Both move on!

Suki/Sokka/Zuko (Avatar: TLA) x Megaera/Zagreus/Thanatos (Hades) Winners: Suki/Sokka/Zuko

Fred/Dephne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) x All 1008 Pokémon (Pokémon) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy

Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure) x Tsukasa/Emu/Nene/Rui (Project Sekai) Winners: Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters

Trevor/Sypha/Alucard/Greta (Castlevania) x Panchito/Donald/José (The Three Caballeros) Winners: Panchito/Donald/José

Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn (Tangled Series) x Rachel/Chloe/Max (Life is Strange) Winners: Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn

Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow (She-Ra and The Princesses of Power) x Hunter/Willow/Luz/Amity (The Owl House) Winners: Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow

Round 3 (finished)

Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) x Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn (Tangled the Series) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy

The Doctor/Rose/Jack (Doctor Who) x Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow (She Ra) x Suki/Sokka/Zuko (Avatar: TLA) Winners: Suki/Sokka/Zuko

Panchito/Donald/José (The Three Caballeros) x Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi (Iron Widow) Winners: Panchito/Donald/José

Sweet/Cap’n/K_K (Deltarune) x Sora/Riku/Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) Winners: Sweet/Cap'n/K_K

Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters (Jojo) x Tulio/Miguel/Cher (Road to El Dorado) Winners: Tulio/Miguel/Cher

Revival

Round 1 (finished)

Poll 1 Winners: The Doctor/Jack/Rose

Poll 2 Winners: Sasha/Anne/Marcy

Poll 3 Winners: Geralt/Yennefer/Jaskier

Poll 4 Winners: Yoo/Han/Kim

Round 2 (finshed)

Yoo Joonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) x The Doctor/Rose Tyler/Jack Harkness (Doctor Who) x Sasha/Anne/Marcy (Amphibia) x Geralt/Yennefer/Jaskier (The Witcher) Winners: Yoo/Han/Kim (ORV) and Doctor/Jack/Rose (DW)

Round 4 - Quarterfinals (finished)

Tulio/Miguel/Cher (Road to El Dorado) x Yoo Jonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint)  Winners: Yoo Jonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja

Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) x The Doctor/Rose Tyler/Jack Harkness (Doctor Who) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy

Sweet/Cap'n/Cakes (Deltarune) x Panchito/Donald/José (Three Caballeros) Winners: Sweet/Cap'n/K_K

Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) x Suki/Sokka/Zuko (Avatar) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

Round 5 - Semifinals (finished)

Sweet/Cap'n/K_K (Deltarune) x Yoo Jonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) Winners: Yoo/Han/Kim

Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) x Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

Round 6 (March 8th 2pm EST)

Finals!

Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) x Yoo Jonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

Third place!

Sweet/Cap'n/K_K (Deltarune) x Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy

Congratulations Hardison/Parker/Eliot for the win!!!!

[sincerethoughtsblog]

She is so unreal

[thefanficmonster]

One of the girls

Steve Brodt x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Vegas activities basically lol, Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, College AU (sort of), Exes to Lovers, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: A post-graduation trip to Vegas goes a little awry - and I mean a little in every single direction, causing a whirlwind of chaos.

Angie is hanging off of Y/N's arm with the right amount of exhaustion for someone who just got off a 6 AM flight. A flight they had to catch after the third night in a row of partying as a farewell to their college life. It's rather bold of her to assume Y/N is within her capability and strength to hold her up but she's trying her darndest.

Luckily, the extra weight is lifted off as soon as they get through customs and step out of the airport into the humid air. There, the blonde runs straight into the arms of her boyfriend Aiden who seems much more chipper and prepared to withstand the challenge of balancing her weak form.

Y/N is truthfully ecstatic to see her friend in a happy, healthy relationship. So what if it accentuates how single she herself is? Who cares! Angie is a force of nature, a ray of sunshine. It's impossible not to be uplifted and fulfilled by just her presence and energy. Her happiness charges Y/N. It even partially fills the hole of not having a significant other she too can run to.

"You made it!" Aiden cheers, his smile brighter than this fine Vegas morning. Too bright for the girls' liking. Their hangover anyway.

"Barely." Y/N mutters, pulling on hers and Angie's suitcases - the latter she took to be nice and regretted immediately afterwards. "This one barely dragged her ass out of bed."

Y/N's known Aiden since freshman year in college. He's the perfect opposite to Angie which is what makes their relationship so perfectly balanced. Over time, the two created a bond over their Angie-related antics. They have a certain sibling-like understanding of one another they are both so grateful for.

"Doesn't surprise me. Pretty on-brand for her." He replies, earning himself a light smack to the chest from his offended girlfriend, causing him to laugh.

Y/N feels one of the suitcase handles escaping her grasp, causing her brief panic. Turning to see what's extracting it from her grip turns that panic up several notches when she's met with a face she recognizes.

"Let me help you with those."

Of fucking course he's here

Angie didn't warn her Steve would be here, but she assumed. She had no reason to warn her, she was never filled in on the whole-ass history textbook that resides between him and Y/N. But, knowing his close friendship with Aiden, she had an inkling he'd be here. She just hoped she was wrong.

And, like the cruelest fucking joke ever, of course she had to be right when she least wanted to be.

"No need." Saying anything is futile, considering he's already picked up both the suitcases with ease. Still, it would be nothing like her to not say anything.

"I insist." He replies, also completely unnecessary.

It's become their game these past few years - saying things they don't need to nor mean to say. Saying stuff just for the sake of it - it being pissing the other off. Bystanders like Angie and Aiden would view it as flirting. Steve and Y/N see it as vengeance. A rather ineffective kind though.

"I call shotgun!" The blonde suddenly calls, already getting herself situated in the passenger seat when the two turn to look.

Math is not on their side considering it's Aiden's car, so...

"Can I drive?" Y/N throws out in a desperate attempt which earns her nothing more than a laugh.

She's gotta face the music, and she does so by flipping her best friend off through the passenger window before climbing in the backseat, her arms instantly folding over her chest like a toddler. She's practically pressed up against the car door when Steve climbs in after putting their suitcases in the trunk. He takes up all the free space she's giving him, stretching his joints into a satisfying pop. His right arm stretches over the top of the backrests, his fingers just about touching her hair. She's painfully aware of it but remains silent, not even giving into the urge to stab him with a glare.

Thirty minutes later, they're stuck in air-tight traffic.

The radio is cranked up and Aiden and Angie are fairly deep in conversation so the atmosphere in the car is still light despite the inconvenience. Well, in the front, at least.

In the backseat, the tension could be sliced with a knife.

Passing snide remarks started flying about five minutes ago when the frustration of the situation finally got to its boiling point for the two.

"You're the fucking worst."

"Talking to yourself there, sweetheart?"

"Oh yeah. Just questioning some life decisions."

"Might wanna start back in high school with that deep-dive."

"Nah, mainly how I got talked into being stuck on a weekend trip with the biggest nuisance I've ever met."

She hears him chuckle and is just about to turn and go off at him when his fingers finally make the bold choice of tangling in the strands of her hair. It renders her speechless for a moment, paralysed even.

Shockwaves course her being when, out of the corner of her eye, she can see him leaning down toward her. "Oh come on, it's just a weekend. You can handle it." His hand disentangles from her hair to lightly rest under her chin, turning her head so their eyes can meet, "I know you can."

She wants to slap him. And then herself for the brief millisecond when her gaze flickered down to his lips.

"Thank fuck! We're moving again!" Aiden shouts out of the blue, forcing them apart. Steve quickly withdraws his hand and Y/N hurries to compose herself.

It's gonna be a long fucking weekend

The coziness of the Airbnb is almost enough to make up for it. Three bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen and a spacious living room. It's a short drive from the strip so it's mostly isolated from the typical noises of the city.

Peeking in each of the rooms, Y/N finds the bedroom with no bags strewn about and takes up residence. Deciding that the process of unpacking can wait, she dives onto the bed, face buried in the pillows. A short nap till lunch isn't the worst idea she's had today.

If only she could sleep though.

Over the past four years, she's become rather immune to the feelings her interactions with Steve provoke. Sure, they'll bicker and throw elbows but it's all just surface level. Nothing gets under her skin. Or so she claims. But their brief moment back in the car on the way over...she can't deny the effect it had and continues to hold on her.

To say the two have, um, history, puts it mildly.

They met in high school sophomore year and the chemistry was, dare I say, instant. They didn't start dating until late junior year. It pretty soon became clear it was a wrong person, wrong time and wrong place kind of situation. Sure, they were in love in that classic high school sweethearts way and they did bicker like a married couple. But neither of them could see them crossing the bridge into adulthood and college together. Not when they brought out the most ridiculous childish tendencies out of each other.

So breaking up was the first reasonable decision they made in their relationship.

With that in mind, you can probably picture the nasty surprise they were both met with when they were introduced to each other by Aiden and Angie. They were looing at each other and the upcoming four years they'd be forced to spend together with something alike exhausted amusement. They couldn't even be mad. You gotta admit a joke is funny even when it is offensive - and damn was this one very offensive joke from the universe.

They went through with the introduction without batting an eye. Exchanged names, shook hands and silently agreed on holding up this ruse for as long as they could before it would come back to bite them in the ass.

And it sure bit Y/N in the ass when she was forced to witness the quiet and mysterious Steve she knew in high school turn into the biggest manwhore on campus. Every girl she met at college was one of his girls. Even when it wasn't obvious or confirmed, Y/N knew. She started recognizing a type amongst them, a pattern. And she'll admit she's not proud of the bitterness she felt about it all, but she's only human. And so is he. They had the right to change things up for their new college life. That was his choice and although she didn't like it, she had to respect it.

After all, their friends thought they were friends with each other.

Turns out those fights that were the trademark of their relationship extended way past their brief romantic connection. They were disagreements at a fundamental level that still connect them to this day as the earlier incident would confirm.

It's just a couple days, she tells herself, you can push through...

...I know you can.

The sound of his voice in her head startles her, his words ringing in her ears. She's fucking fed up with him. All she hopes for is that after this trip is over she won't ever have to see him again.

God let this weekend end soon

* * * * *

It's been a day and a half. Literally and figuratively.

It's late Sunday night and Y/N's walking the way back to the Airbnb with her heels in hand. She can't remember how she lost nor how she found her purse before leaving but she knows she most definitely lost some of her dignity.

Specifically when, just twenty minutes ago, she almost threw up in her mouth at the sight of Steve tucked away in the corner of the club they were at, making out with a random girl.

It flooded her with rage, jealousy and some confusion to the mix. She witnessed four years of this behavior. She met and was friends with so many of 'his girls' and she was never fazed by it. She gave the matter nothing more than an eye roll, shrugging off his behavior as downright ridiculous and desperate.

But this past day and a half, something has evidently shifted in her and Steve's dynamic.

Given that they were often left to each other's company as a result of Aiden and Angie running off on their own private side quests, they've come to develop a slightly stronger tolerance. for one another. They've had some nice conversations, especially last night's trip down memory lane they had on the porch after their friends passed out drunk.

Neither of them are big drinkers, never were. So she can't even blame what she felt in that moment back there and is still feeling now as she's making her venture on the alcohol. The whole one glass of champagne she had.

Y/N's just about off the strip by this point when she hears a voice call to her.

"Y/N! Wait! Hold on a sec!" She's not at all pleased to see it's Steve.

She doesn't even look over her shoulder at him. She can't, not when she can feel tears prickling her eyes.

Truth is, even if she can't yet admit it to herself, for a second there, she thought something might happen. Second time is the charm, no? Of course not but a fool can hope. And she did have some hope this past thirty hours. She could clearly see how much they've grown since high school. How much better they could be now if they didn't stick to their old argumentative ways.

But alas, back at that damn club, he showed her he clearly doesn't feel the same way.

"Where are you going? You don't even have the keys to the house!" He's now caught up to her, his hand reaching for her arm on instinct. He feels as though he's been burned when she whips around and yanks her arm out of his grasp.

"I'll sit on the porch." She spits venom through her words before turning back around to persist on her way.

Steve doesn't let her though, "Why are you like this? What happened?"

"What's it to you?" She hisses, knowing exactly what him caring is to her. She doesn't let her thoughts travel that way for long.

"Oh for fuck's sake, Y/N, don't pretend you don't know I care about you!" He too is now slowly reaching his limit of patience.

He never wanted this. Any of it. Not the break up, not the ruse, not the whoring around, not this argument. Or any of the ones they've had. Still, he held his head up high and smiled in understanding when she broke up with him. He just nod-and-smiled his way through losing the only girl he'd ever been in love with. And he's been kicking himself for it ever since. For not fighting for her in that moment the way he fought with her throughout their whole relationship.

He's not about to make the same mistake now. Especially not when he's certain he saw a small flame of something reignite between them.

Y/N scoffs, stopping in her tracks to pierce him with a glare, "Yeah, I could sure see and feel all the care you have for me these past four years. And tonight to top it off. You've become very expressive with your feelings. Congrats, Steve, quite the character development."

She's just about to turn around yet again when...

"God damn it, Y/N, I never stopped loving you, ok?!"

...he stops her, freezes her.

He sighs, his shoulders slumping, "That expressive enough for you?"

She can only pick from a set of responses and none of them seem fitting. How does one reply to that? How can she say what she actually wants without fearing it will lead to her getting her all over again. She can't even turn to face him, damn it.

Just then, as some divine intervention, she's rescued from answering by the shrill ring of her phone. She plucks it out of her purse with shaky hands and picks up the call without checking who it's from.

"WE'RE GETTING MARRIED!" It's Angie.

That manages to spin her into facing Steve just so she can give him a look of utter horror. A look he's returning, having heard Angie's extremely loud proclamation from four feet away.

Fuck what deep shit they're in, they have more important matters to tend to.

And tend they do, rushing as fast as possible to the chapel Aiden - who's a slight degree more sober than his girlfriend - pointed them to. A wedding can't commence without the maid of honor and the best man, after all. Or at least they hope that's the case as they dash down the strip. Somewhere along the way their hands linked together but neither of them have time to dwell on it and the symbolism behind it.

Y/N stops briefly to reequip her shoes a block before their destination. Suddenly they're both painfully aware how lacking their attire is for a wedding setting. How lacking this entire situation is of any sort of logic but they both know better than to expect logic from Aiden and Angie in general, let alone when they're inhebriated.

As Y/N stops to readjust her messy hair, she catches Steve's eye. The look he's giving her brings a familiar heat to her face and neck, "What?" She asks, giving him a small shrug.

He chuckles in response, "Nothing. You're just gorgeous."

The heat grows stronger but she waves it off, rolling her eyes at him, "Shut up." With that, she intertwines her fingers with his once more before pulling him down the street to the chapel.

Where they find an interesting sight.

The almost newlyweds are sitting on the stairs outside the chapel. She's nuzzled into him, fast asleep. Aiden is caressing her hair soothingly, rocking her sleeping her form peacefully.

"Did we miss it?" Steve attempts to whisper but they're both so out of breath it sounds like they're barely grasping onto life.

Aiden chuckles lightheartedly, shaking his head, "No, it didn't happen. They said if the bride and groom are too intoxicated to stand on their feet, they're probably too drunk to get married."

"Makes sense." Y/N nods, still panting, resting her hand on her hips and being reminded that her other one is a bit occupied.

Which also brings the almost groom's attention to the linking point, "What is this?" He asks, tilting his head to the side as if to inspect it better.

To his surprise, neither of them makes an attempt to let go. Steve, however, turns to Y/N, "I don't know. What is it, Y/N?"

She shrugs, the sass not at all affected by the lack of airflow to her lungs, "You tell me, Steve."

The cheshire smile he gives her makes her both nervous and excited, "Oh I'll tell you." She hums, nudging him on to continue. The suspense is killing her. Still, she takes the time to take note that the corners of his eyes droop downwards when he smiles, it's a trait she found adorable back then and it still has her swooning today.

Nodding to the grand chapel doors, he finally voices the last bit of his thought, "It may sound crazy but...let's get married. Fuck it. We're both sober. We're both in love."

The deer-in-headlights look she gives him makes him let out a hearty laugh that stirs Angie awake with a groan.

"I never said it back." Her tone is between a realization and accusation both for him and herself. She was too much of a coward to tell him how she felt back in high school and history repeated itself a good ten minutes ago. Another not so proud moment but it's the past now.

Steve gives her hand a reassuring squeeze, "You didn't have to."

* * * * *

Y/N and Steve are sitting on the porch with a bottle of champagne they've been passing between them, watching the dawn creep upon Vegas. The first rays of sunshine are reflecting off the fake cheap ring on her finger. The breaking of the light catches Steve's gaze.

"I'm getting you an actual one as soon as we get back." He says, taking her hand in his to inspect the ring more closely.

She laughs, now looking at the ring too, "Nah, I prefer this one. It's more authentic." She lets herself drift into thought for a moment, letting out a heavy sigh as she does so.

Steve's eyebrows quirk up, "What's that? Some regrets creepin' in?"

His words quickly snap her out of it as she hurries to shake her head in response, "No! Hell no...I'm just thinking..."

"About?" He prods on, still a little nervous that she may be caving under the reservations of what they did a few hours ago.

Y/N taps the ring on her hand, giving him a smirk, "I'm now one of your girls as well. I stomped all over the promise I wouldn't and became one of 'Steve's girls'. And I was fucking sober. I can't believe it." She smiles to herself, thinking back on when she swore on her life to Angie she didn't and would never have a thing for Steve fucking Brodt.

Her best friend is gonna give her so much crap for it and expect a lengthy explanation once she wakes up. She asked no questions when she was bestowed the maid of honor role, but sober Angie is gonna be a different story.

Steve cringes at the wording, familiar with the terminology that spread across campus as a result of his reputation. "No, no way, fuck that. You're not one of the girls. You're the girl. The only girl there's ever been for me."

She smacks his shoulder trying to ignore the flutter of her heart caused by his proclamation, "Quit being corny."

He captures her hand before she can withdraw it, bringing to his lips to press a kiss to her knuckles, "Whatever you say, Mrs. Brodt. Your wish is my command."

Good thing they got the marriage bickering phase out of the way a long while ago. That gives them all the time in the world to be absolute marriage goals.