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cullxtheherd · 4 years ago

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Dammit, I'm too soft and need my comfort boys now! 😭

Can I get “No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.” for Sharky, my dear pyromaniac boy? ❤

hell yeah you friggin can!!! thank, thank, thank you for sending me this ask!! i haven't proofread SHIT!! i took my medicaiton and i need a nap!!! asakdjskdsk this is uh? what most would call NSFW, enjoy!

“Woah, woah Chica-” Charlemagne grips the condensation laden bottle by its end and its past peeling sticker. The texture lies somewhere between off putting and comforting and he runs the pad of his thumb over one of the wrinkled corners, “Hold on now I-hCc!” Despite being a well seasoned drinker something must not have sat right with him this evening and he hiccups twice before he can continue.

“What was I sayin’?'' It comes out as one word on one hopps laden breath and he refocuses on his drinking partner for the time being, ��Oh, yeah!” He hikes a finger into the air vaguely in her direction with one eye half closed, leaning on the rounded edge of the bartop, “We hardly even know each other, Little Miss!” With the bottle halfway to his lips he abruptly stops, one finger uncurling to point at her as well, “And I do declare-hmnn-hmm-hmm!”

Sharky can’t hardly help himself on a good day and he starts laughing. First he does try to subdue it, face pinching with the effort but he does release a painful snort, “I’m sorry,” He tries between a hoot, “I can’t even take my own damn self seriously- did you hear what I was even trying to say? I mean, woo-hoo!” He laughs again at the thought, cheeks and neck reddening with rising hilarity, “Me. Charlemagne Victor Boshaw the FOURTH!! Tellin’ an interested woman what’s for.”

“Well, I mean!” He realizes himself too late and he sputters trying to backtrack, bottle at his lips for a swish before he continues, “That is not to say that I am assumin’ nothin’ when it comes to that or you and me- and hey!” Feeling like he’s really only caught his first good, decent look at his comrade for the night, he tries to concentrate around the blurred, starry edges of his vision. “Hang on now, you remind me of somebody.” His face screws up in a look of near constipation, gears grinding and turning - trying desperately to form a single, cognitive thought, “I know you…”

“Aww,” Her voice is low and pitying, sickeningly sweet, “Sharky.” Tinged with a hint of hopeful disappointment, “You should just stop thinking.” She swivels in her seat, one leg folded neatly over the other and a halo of blonde shining under the overhead lights, “Just,” She inches closer, just slightly, forever luring him in but never setting the hook, “Hush that pretty head of yours and have another drink. It is,” The lines around her eyes set when she giggles far more youthful than her appearance, “On the house, after all.”

“Yeah,” He agrees though he isn’t particularly thirsty and when a bottle is pressed to his lips he takes a lengthy swig, fully trusting the woman he’s been speaking to. “I should,” So entranced is he that he hardly realizes the switch off. New bottle, different shape, “You’re right.” Directly from her hands to his mouth this time. “That’s an excellent idea-” He wants to elaborate but the thoughts leave him and he watches, happily, as someone he is sure he should know briefly interrupts their little two-person soirée.

“Yes,” He catches her saying, “Yes Father.”

The way she looks up at him with an unmatched, heady desire sparks a tight, hateful twinge somewhere deep within him and suddenly, without thought or warning, he’s getting up out of his seat- nearly jumping backwards off of his bar stool. He doesn’t say anything but he holds himself on edge, breath heavy and chest tight. Ready for what, he isn’t sure.

His new friend gets up as well. Slowly and placatingly she approaches him. Tiptoeing barefoot around the toppled stool she rests on her heels in front of him, pads of her pointers tracing the raised, bubble lettering of his sweatshirt. “Shame,” She sounds sad and heartbroken as she looks up at him through her lashes, “Things were going so well, wouldn’t you say?”

Though he is struggling through the haze, trying to break free from the control she has on him he finds himself nodding along, mouth opening, “Yes, I would.”

“Tonight was going to be the night, Charlemagne,” There is an almost supernatural, haunting tone to her voice that coats him to his very soul- viscous and charming is she, “The. Night.” She pouts feigning a sob into his chest and, despite the dread creeping in he embraces her, palms smoothing over the lines of her gauzy, lace dress. “Do you understand what that means?”

Sharky doesn’t respond verbally but his fingers tighten, digging into the curve of her shoulders underneath a layer of fabric that reminds him of the floral doilies his grandmother kept on surfaces around her home.

“You and me, together,” Though he is gaining his wits his heart aches for that statement, “Forever.” She spins once, heavenly, between his arms and humming, “It could be Bliss, you know.”

She looks up at him and though he knows he should make a move to run- leave this place and never look back, he dips his head instead. When their lips meet it is other-worldly. Charlemagne feels like blasting off into space with Larry and whatever that damn computer's name is he’s always talking about.

Though they are by no means alone, anything rooted in reality ceases to exist for him. They could be in the middle of a field, tornado overhead- bottom of a mountain with an avalanche barrelling down and he would be none the wiser. Sharky had never been one to buy into the whole ��time stops’ theory when it came to being with another person and sharing intimacy, but? He is becoming a believer as the seconds tick by.

When they pull apart, each of their chests heaving for breath he takes a long, wisened look at her. This is? The enemy. Without a doubt- make no mistakes about it. This is wrong.

She opens her mouth to say something but unthinking and working solely on drive Charlemagne pushes forward, rearing her into the wall of, what he is now aware is, not a licensed retail establishment. The bus turned Peggie jungle gym decorating the center of Moonflower Trailer Park creaks and groans with the voracity in which he attaches himself to her.

In the many times he’d dared to imagine a similar scenario he at least envisioned some kind of refusal or rebuttal from the female Herald but she leans into him, eager to respond. Sharky pulls away, flustered lips biting a line down the side of her mouth to her chin. At her neck he particularly digs in, hands tying into her hair tightly.

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time,” She’s a mixture of cross and ashamed, hands wrung tightly in the curled hairs at the nape of his neck, “Bastard.”

“Should leave you with a little somethin’ for Padre Joe, in that case.” He moves in as her mouth opens to object, teeth rough on the tender bend of her neck. A hand travels the curve of her ass, bringing her in closely as she responds.

“Sharky . . .”

He’s never heard a creature as ethereal as her breathless before and it takes battling an excellent sense of self preservation to make a line of mottled, swollen hickeys in every tender, erogenous zone he can manage to get to. “You like that?” As the Bliss really begins to leave him he does have the sense to start getting angry with her and her tricks despite their current entanglement.

She nods her agreement, little huffs of air tickling the short hairs on the side of his neck but it isn’t quite the type of affirmation he’s looking for.

“Let’s see, then.” With nearly any other woman he would likely not be this assertive but this is the second time she’s tried to drug him and take advantage of him to get him to join their stupid wacky cult and? He’s not concerned about pleasantries or anything resembling normalcy. The hand at her rear ruchs up the back of her dress just enough so that he can trace the outline of her panties freely before snaking a finger inside, “Oh, yeah?”

She has the decency to look embarrassed and he smiles wide, pleased, “You get all hot and bothered thinkin’ of ways to get me to say Yes, don’t you?”

“I-” He shifts, moving to bring his hand to a more advantageous position and she makes a noise of protest, “No!”

Sharky raises a brow at her and the way her barefoot slaps the ground in rebuttal, “You sure about that?” Reaching between them he adjusts himself, purposefully slow to return his hand to the apex of her thighs. Alight with joy at the look of frustration it causes he relents, “Now,” The decommissioned school bus creaks when she tries to vy for leverage against his slow, lapping movements, “Think real hard before you answer me-”

“Yes! I do- I,” Rachel cuts herself off sucking in a large, shaking breath, “Ohh! I love thinking of ways to bring you down, Sinner! I- mmm!”

Charlemagne laughs silently, eyes creasing up in the direction of the moonlight. Toeing the line of stern and gentle he leans in, lips and tongue and careful teeth against her. Two small, hot hands grip the width of his wrist, keeping him there, when he tries to adjust his stance and he grins against her, sickeningly glad to know he is doing well for her.

Nose against the shell of her ear and mouth working on and off in time with his digits he speaks gently this time, starkly aware of what her reality must be, “How long has it been since a man treated you right?” Apparently unable to speak, she shakes her head in the negative, teeth pinching her lower lip, “Never?”

“Shut up,” She barely manages.

“What?”

“I said shut up and fuck me, Charlemagne!”

His entire face screws up at that, her hazy spell broken. “No,” Sharky removes himself from her, head shaking in the negative, “Don’t think I will. Go home, Faith.”

“You can’t just stick your fingers in a woman and then tell her to get out, Sharky!”

“I can and I have and I will, Ma’am.” Taking a breath he releases what he’s debating on, “Not every guy wants it like that, Shorty.” Out of view within the bus behind her he reaches into the darkness, “Sooner you learn that,” He shrugs, looking stern though he is sporting quite the rock-hard erection, “Sooner we can do more than just talk.”

“Sharky-”

The shotgun blast dissipates the vision of her and he looks down at the barrel, nearly disappointed he hadn’t submitted and agreed to be turned into one of her newest pets, “Well. Least I got my twenty bucks worth.”

#aaaaaaaaaaaaaa help meee #far cry 5 #sharky boshaw #faith seed #LKHGLKHGL:GHLG I'LL GO #also for those of you unaware the 20 bucks line is because sharky has a bit of dialogue #where he talks about meeting faith #falling in love with her voice and just absolutely handing her 20 bucks for no reason- she didn't even ask #he just gave it to her #I LOVE A MAAANN AKJSKSADSAKA #satan writes fanfic

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marvelatthehottotties · 5 years ago

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Steven Grant Rogers - Chapter 1

Warnings: Mentions of sex, alcohol use, bit of angst, bit of fluff.

Masterpost Prologue

Co-authored by @keliza

Masterpost

He was long and lanky. He’d been slow to grow right up until our senior year of high school. Junior year he’d left for the summer and in just three short months it seemed like he’d sprouted right up into the 6’2” bean pole.

You’d always liked Steve. Most girls gravitated towards Bucky, the well off, naturally charming mechanic that Steve was connected at the hip with. Not you.

It was always Steve, with his gentle blue eyes and his kind smile. Just once you wanted to know what it felt like to hold his hand or how he’d kiss.

You always imagined he kissed like John Thorton at the end of North and South. How many times had you fantasized that he brushed his hand over your skin and breath a little breath to blow away your insecurities like he had with his sketchbook.

You’d glanced once to see what he drew. Mostly doodles, but once, you’d seen a face. One that broke your heart. Ms. Carter. Your senior lit teacher. He drew her in such a lovely way there was no doubt to his affections for her. And how could you ever compete with someone as fierce and intelligent as Ms. Peggy Carter.

You tended to shy away from him for the most part. Usually too worried about being a nuisance to really try to hold a conversation with him. You were honestly surprised to go see him go to school. He came from a poor family, you knew his mother was sick. It made your heart ache to watch him go through what you did.

Then it happened.

Sarah Rogers passed away and he was devastated. So was Bucky if you were being completely honest. He and Steve were like brothers, and towards the end of high school he lived with them, right around the time his dad cut him off. You put everything aside. You went to Bucky and asked if there was anything you could do to help. You did a fundraiser to help raise money for her funeral, they didn’t have health insurance, let alone life insurance. Steve tried to deny the help at first but he slowly opened up.

Somehow you ended up even more in love with Steve than before. It wasn’t hard. Bucky teased you in private about your crush on the little dork who never backed down from a fight. Now here you were, about ready to finish up your senior year with your two best friends. Ready to graduate, to flee the nest.

The music was so loud in the backyard it was hard to hear right next to the speaker. But thankfully you didn’t have to stay by the speaker. You saw the blond hair that you’d spot from anywhere. The hair your eyes always searched for. It was habitual now.

You break into a grin at seeing him. He smiles back. His gentle, amused smile that says he’s feeling a bit mischievous tonight. It’s so distracting you aren’t prepared to be lifted off your feet. Letting out a squeal of terror, you kick your feet. “BUCKY! PUT ME DOWN!”

“Down you say?”

“Don’t you dare!” You meet Steve’s eyes just as you leave Bucky’s arms. Time slows as you see the grin break out of Steve’s face. You inhale as fast as this slowed time allows you to. The water is warm when you hit it. No guarantee it would be when you climb out. Of course, there was nothing like seeing that twinkle in his eye.

Time stayed slow under that water. Bubbles surged around you, when it cleared you gazed about the pool. Red solo cups had sunk to the bottom of the pool. There was a pretty pink bra near the bottom as well. A few glow stick bracelets shined from the bottom as well and legs kicked about. A couple guys were wrestling near the other side.

Why was water always so comforting? You wonder idly, listening to the dull noise of music filter through the water. It was so soft and quiet.

You just wanted to stay down here, to float. It sounds morbid.

When the blond appeared above the ripples of the water, you forgot about the water and pushed off the bottom of the pool, surging up to break the surface of the pool. “You’re an accomplice, you know?” You hum to him. He chuckles at you, hands stuffed in the pockets of the pants he couldn’t fill out yet.

“That only counts if I knew about it beforehand,” he replies. You shoot Bucky a hard look, but not too hard. You could never mask your true feelings to them. Instead you just soften into a grin and giggle.

“You’re dead, Barnes.” He smiles as Steve holds out a hand to help you out of the water.

“Sure, sure.”

“Been here long?” Steve asks you.

“About ten minutes. Thankfully I left my phone in my car.”

“I tried to call you,” he replies, with a shrug. “Explains why you didn’t answer.”

Wringing out your hair, “To repent, you gotta get me a drink, Buck.”

“Haven’t gotten one yet?” Bucky asks.

“Nah, was waiting for my body guards so I could feel extra special.”

“Oh, in that case, I’ll get the princess a drink.” He gives a dramatic bow and then turns to head inside to where the jungle juice lay. Leaving you with Steve.

“To the balcony?” You ask.

“Sounds good.”

There was an ease about being with Steve, one that wasn’t there before. He made things easier. Made things better. There was no doubt that you loved Steve, even if he wasn’t for you. How you longed to be his muse like Ms. Carter was. He was like dawn on a winter morning, long awaited. He was warm sunshine melting the snow. He was a necessity. You’d prayed so many nights that you could be good enough for him, but you weren’t sure. God could be so cruel.

Soon, you both had made your ways onto the balcony. Exactly where you always went when Tony Stark threw parties at his parents house. He’d moved across the country after high school to go to school at MIT. A smart kid, he’d gone from quiet, like he couldn’t bother with anyone, to a cocky asshole. His parties were statement pieces. Tradition in our little town. There wasn’t much to do besides parties around here. Steve wasn’t a big fan, you knew.

He’d much rather be at home, drawing memories of his mother. A heart breaking experience for you. This at least got him out. Once he even participated in one of those games. Bucky had talked him into playing the game with cards. Where you have to pass the card by lips alone. It had been Bucky’s plan to get Steve to kiss you.

It had not worked.

He’d hoped you’d both finally be able to admit feelings. But it hadn’t worked. Steve ended up locking lips with another girl. Not just once. The girl had spent the night kissing Steve exactly how you’d imagined to kiss, delicate, savory. His hands, brushing hair from her cheeks like she was a flower. At some point you couldn’t take it anymore. You shuffled away, looking for some relief from the awful pain of seeing someone else on him.

You found it, alright.

Clawing at some strangers back, hiding your tears and regretting the next never ending weeks. Hating that those hands weren’t Steve’s. The guy, who’s name you didn’t care enough to get didn’t have soft blonde hair, his hands were too soft. He didn’t smell like him. The whole thing took way too long to recover from. It took almost six months for you to even meet Steve’s eyes like you used too.

Now, you both pretended nothing happened. It had been erased like a nightmare fading after waking.

But dreams still came. You never expected to be Steve’s number one. His number two, maybe his number. When you fell in love with him, a little spot of necrosis began on your heart. It expanded every time you gave yourself hope to be more. You’d settle to dream of him.

There was a recurring one that hurt more than anything else ever had, only because they were so real, you’d forget they weren’t. Waking up to his skin under your fingertips, he’d smile, gentle, free. His fingers black from charcoals, he’d drawn you sleeping, loving the morning light coming through the window.

You’d once told Bucky you hoped one day you could break away, and love someone else. “One day, I’ll love someone more than him,” you promised. Alas, it wasn’t anytime soon.

“You cold?” Steve asks. As you shiver on the balcony.

“Hm? Oh, no,” you dismiss. “I’ll be fine.”

“Here, I’ll get you a blanket, I’m sure the Starks won’t mind.”

“Ah, thanks,” you reply and glance out at the party below. A familiar prickle rose in your gut. Something unsettling. You lean against the edge and ponder. It didn’t seem more than a moment before a voice tore you back, but not completely. There was something, almost like being underwater.

“Sorry, I took so long.” You frown at Steve, throwing a blanket over your trembling shoulder. You weren’t cold though.

“You were only gone a few seconds.” Steve chuckles.

“I suppose. I was gone for almost five minutes.” You shake your head at him, or yourself, you’re not certain. “Maybe you zoned out again,” he suggests.

You didn’t want to worry him, but it happened frequently. “Yeah, probably.”

“Where do you go when that happens?”

“I… There’s this feeling sometimes.” Steve frowns deeper. “It’s almost like the air gets stale… like… I feel like a ghost, Steve. Like I’m not living anymore and I’m just… stuck, just reliving the same moments over and over,” you breathe. “It’s not good or bad or numb… just like I get stuck in these little moments, you know?” Steve doesn’t reply, but he also doesn’t look at you like you’re crazy either.

“Well, you’re not a ghost, (Y/N). You’re alive. More alive than anyone I’ve ever met.” You meet his gaze. You take a moment and nod, reassured for another moment that all was well.

“Steve?” You ask.

“Yeah?”

“Is it too much to ask you not to leave me, I don’t care if this is dream. But when you get famous for your art, don’t forget about me, okay?”

“A dream?” He repeats. “Why would you ever want to dream about me,” he jokes.

“I’m serious, Steve.” You say, turning and fluttering a hand toward his chest. You hesitate, afraid if you touch him he would crumble into a thousand, thousand butterflies and float away to be gone forever. But when you lay a hand, he doesn’t crumble away like your dreams, instead you stroke the fabric of his collar under your fingertips.

“I would never leave you,” he leans down when you avoid his eyes. Making you meet his eyes, a tiny smile stretching on his handsome face. “‘Till the end of the line, right?”

“Right,” you breathe, like a relief. And suddenly your eyes are holding each other’s and it’s endless. Like one of those moments only you feel very much alive. He’s very close. If you pushed up onto your toes, your lips would meet. Would he want you too?

You could smell him. He smelled like clean sheets and his paints. Like the craft store.

“I got drin- Oh…” Both of you snap your heads. Bucky looked disappointed.

Both you and Steve shifted away from each other quickly, a coolness rising. Dosing us and sending us toward Bucky. The dark haired beauty presses his lips together like he was uncomfortable and heaves a sigh as the both of us took the drinks.

“This is gonna be a long night,” he sighs into his drink as I shuffle over to the patio furniture with them.

@tomisbaeholland

#steve x reader #steve x y/n #steve x you #steve rogers #steve rodgers imagine #avengers #avengers au #the avengers #college au

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hellbentwidow-moved · 5 years ago

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fallout headcanon dump: sadie always is seen with her hideously gross and huge mutated two headed horse, bob. he is extremely aggressive and resistant to radiation. he can take several bullets without even flinching. he eats mostly carrots and corn and other veggies, but the heavy mutating has left him with an omnivore stomach and mouth(s), so he can eat animals and people and he has when there hasn’t been vegetables/plants around.

sadie has no and has never had a problem with ghouls. she spends a lot of time in goodneighbor and she gets along with ghouls much better than she gets along with most people.

though goodneighbor is where she’ll be found 90% of the time, she can also be found around minutemen settlements trading supplies or offering assistance against attacks. but don’t tell her she’s part of the minutemen because she’ll get furious. she’s not part of anything.

she’s more than happy to screw with the brotherhood of steel whenever she can. fuck those guys.

she’s more cautious with synths, but if the synths know they’re synths and are just trying to live their life like normal, she’s chill with them and doesn’t care. it’s the replacement synths that make her real uneasy.

looking at her is definitely a throwback to the wild west for those ghouls (or sole survivors lmao) that were alive before the war. she always dons a cowboy hat, weathered and rough and with a few bullet holes on the rim of it. always has her duster coat, heavy and stained with dirt and blood. she’s got spurs on her boots and a cross draw holster.

she has one or two super mutant friends. they like her because she’s a “tiny, violent human girl”. they think she’s fun to watch and offer her protection when she’s protection/free passing when she’s passing by their zone. in return, she brings them meat. not like they need help getting meat but they’re not going to help a dumb human for free yknow.

she’s not a fan of canned food but she will eat it when there’s nothing else. but she prefers hunting her food down and cooking it over a fire. her favorites are squirrel on a stick, yao guai meat, and deathclaw steaks.

hunger games headcanon dump: sadie barely survived the games, what with the paralysis to her vocal cords making it difficult to breathe and her hands/wrists ending up completely fucking broken. she won the games because of luck because by the end when it was just her and the last tribute, he was already dying after being bitten by a snake. it made it easy for her to let him tire himself out until she was able to cut his throat with the very limited strength she had left in her hands.

i’m not original at all so i’m going with sadie’s arena being one katniss mentioned. the tributes were tossed into a landscape filled with sand, boulders and scruffy bushes. Many of the tributes were either bitten by poisonous snakes, or went insane from thirst. she was lucky many women in the capitol liked her and gave her water through sponsorships. food wise, she survived on lizards & nonpoisonous snakes.

due to the paralysis to her vocal cords, she was unable to speak during the victory tour. but the capitol simply had someone voice her over so all she had to do was lip-sync the speeches.

about the victors being offered up for the night to people of the capitol, sadie never had to go through that. she had no family to be used against her and maybe just one friend that she kept super super on the down low. so nothing could be used against her and she explicitly says she’d rather die than have to sleep with anyone from the capitol.

she’s a good mentor! mind you she’s extremely short tempered and aggressive but she does try to make sure the tributes of her district survive or... y’know, don’t die a horrible, painful death. she gets much more careless and apathetic over the years though because no one from district 10 ever wins.

far cry 5 headcanon dump: i’ve got two fc5 verses-- one of them is just my modern verse tied in with katie/warhunting’s rick. it’s katie’s verse but w sadie tagging along lmao.

but in my other fc5 verse (the one i had before meeting katie), sadie’s husband jake was killed by peggies and their home was burnt down to build a fucking wolf beacon. you can bet your sweet ass once that beacon was built, sadie came back around to burn it all down to the ground.

this applies to all of her verses but it’s most relevant for fc5. her biggest sin is wrath. clear as fucking day to anyone who interacts with her for more than a second. she doesnt try to hide it, doesnt try to pretend she’s sinless.

honestly out of everyone, faith would be able to get to sadie the most. she hates jacob the most because he’s based in the whitetail mountains and that’s where she grew up and used to live, but she fears faith the most. tries to avoid her region as much as she can because the angels scare the shit out of her.

there’s no horses in game but it’s fucking montana bro, she’s got a fucking horse and travels exclusively on him. except when she has to drive-- then she does because sometimes bob is moody and doesn’t want to go too far.

she’s well known in fall’s end even if she doesn’t openly side with the resistance. she still does a lot of errands for the people there and is known as a jack of all trades, since she can use a bow just as well as she can use a rifle. most likely provides a lot of fresh meat to the people of the town.

#( &. v: far cry 5. )#( &. v: wasteland bounty hunter [ FO4 ]. )#( &. v: the hunger games. )#i suck at coming up w verse names but ive got headcanons to make up for it.......... maybe #( &. no shrinking violet [ HEADCANONS ]. )

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selfshippinglover · 5 years ago

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~Hedcanon Tradeeee Part 1~

@spectralsapphic Let’s do this thing!

Desiree:

~Grants you wishes whenever and whatever with only the teensy charge of a kiss

~Prefers to be out in Amityville than in the Ghost Zone

~If anyone tries to make a move on her she’ll instantly say that she’s taken and attack

~Her ideal date is anywhere that’ll keep her free from the lam

~She’s possesed human forms all through the years, and though it can feel like she’s less tied to the lamp, she likes her body best

~A little envious of Embers singing despite she sings super good herself!

~You two often take turns in your vessel

~Is a fan of grand gestures but in private

~Smooches your hand A LOT

~Generally craves any form of physical interaction with you

Katniss:

~Hates showing affection in front of others but gets better at it in private

~Prefers to sleep in the same bed and cuddle(only at night tho)

~Speaking of sleep, she has a real hard time with it because of the games. Sometimes, you’ll find her asleep in weird places all over your house

~She teaches you how to be an archer

~You’re one of the only people that can calm her down tbh

~She’s not much of the jealous type but if someone asks, she’ll let them know

~Is always hoarding extra resources for you

~If you two get separated during the games, she worries for you the entire time and asks others if they’ve seen you

~Kisses on the forehead are her go to

~Her lips are dry though

~She stares at you and sometimes into you quite a bit

~Katniss always feared trusting others so it takes a while for her to open up to you

~She is loyal and devoted, even at the cost of her own life

Effie:

~She wants to make you outfits all day everyday!

~Always quick to voice her concern and offer you a cheery smile

~Effie sews things for you when she’s not focused on the games

~She’s very easily flustered and her ace turns BEAT pink

~LOVES doing your hair, makeup, nails, and pretty much snything else she can get her hand on!

~Ya’ll read and cuddle a lot

~She finds it easy to give affection but harder to recieve it

~If you made her something, she’d TRESURE IT AND SHOW IT OFF FOREVER

~Secretly collects cutesy pink things and shows you each and every one

The Heathers:

~Hate sharing you but begrudgingly do so(in the beginning, at least)

~They gift you candy grams and flowers and whatever else every single school event

~They like to do matching uniforms

~They’re all very insecure but only confide in you because they fear either the others and/or everyone’s judgement

~KISSES GALORE

~Expect lots of movie dates and group sleepovers

~Lots of cuddling piles too!

~They’ll probably talk you into buying them things tbh

~If anyone ever hurts your feelings, they’ll be made into a social outcast SO FAST LIKE

~Just don’t mess with their gf or it’s all over for you

Veronica:

~Has a lot of trust issues so it takes a bit for her to say anything to you

~Needs reassurance constantly

~Is easily triggered and will emoctionally shut down. This is when she needs comfort the most

~Prefers small things like holding hands or cheek kisses

~Isn’t likely to join you if you’re with a crowd. Instead, she’ll wait until you’re down talking

~Eats lunch with you everyday

~Will buy you small gifts when she can

~Ya’ll will be deep talking A LOT so be prepared

~Tries to keep you out of her problems by not saying anything

~Secretly wants to stay with you forever but would never say it

~Her view on love has been jaded, after all.

~No matter the past or what she thinks, she truly does love you

~Just show her kindness and patience

Angelica:

~Let the flirting BEGIN

~Get ready to debate!!

~ya’ll frequent big parties and celebrations

~Secretly loves love songs and will sing them with you/when you’re not there

~One of the only people that can help her calm down when she’s pissed

~She’ll kick butt for you

~You trade love letters

~She wants to go on dates with you more than anything

~That said, quiet nights by the fire are great too!

~Teases you constantly

~KNOWS HOW TO DANCE SO WELL AND ALWAYS DIPS YOU

~Loves telling the world about you

~Expect to see her on tv at events

~always makes sure you’re okay with things

~Apologizes in the most sincere way

Eliza:

~SHE’S ABSOLUTELY HELPLESS

~ LIKE, SHE’S SO GAY AND MEGA FLUSTERED

~Anything you do can have her on cloud nine tbh

~Lives for cuddling with you

~speaks of you to friends ALL the time

~Drowns you in double the kisses at all times

~Nervous around you and constantly second guessing herself

~She shares her joys, hopes, and dreams with you

~Her face turns red like strawberries at the sight of you

~Writes you love letter after love letter!You’re gonna have drawers and drawrs pf em!

~Serenades you

~SHE’S JUST A USELESS GAY AND A GENERAL HOPELESS ROMANTIC

~Thinks about you all the time

~Can’t help but buy anything that reminds her of you

~Expect lots of gifts!!

~Isn’t the biggest fan of parties and would prefer a night in

~Daydreams about you to the point where she’s not in reality

~Loves birds and cares for injured animals

~Her jealousy burns like a fire but is hidden under a smile

Peggy:

~Is loud about her love for you

~But cautious when it comes to crowds

~Just wants to chill in her bedroom together

~Likes to talk with you for hours

~Has a great soprano voice but only shares it with you and her sisters

~Is fond of hand holds and secret kisses through the window

~Is anxious to share you with her father at first

~But her sisters wholeheartedly support you two

~You two shop together a lot

~Craves your attention lowkey all the time

~If she’s jealous, she’ll distance herself from you and become quiet

~She’ll keep you grounded

Maria:

~HIGH KEY WANTS YOUR ATTENTION 24/7

~Is depressed and requires assurance frequently

~Doesn’t care where or when, as long as it’s with you

~Beautiful singing voice that she doesn’t believe in much so it takes a bit of encouragement to share it

~Sobs on your shoulder at any and all sad scenes in movies

~You’ll mores o be spending nights in though, sense she wants you all to herself

~Likes to help you with makeup and vice versa

~CUDDLES CUDDLES CUDDLES

~When it comes to your happiness, the only thing more important is her mental stability

~Spends days at a time with you

~Seriously, she hates being apart

~Always wants your opinion on things

~Wonders how she got to deserve someone as wonderful as you

~Only flusters at things like compliments

Jerafina:

~Flirts with you every time you meet up dhhjfgh

~Wants to drink and party with you as her eternal plus one

~Only has eyes for you regardless of how many girls she flirts with

~Loves to swim and impress you with her practiced moves

~holds your hand all the time

~Kisses you every time you part ways

~Tries to quit drinking so much for you

~Picks you up all kinds of trinkets

~Drunk cries on your shoulder and pretends i didn’t happen the next day

~Please help her face herself and problems

~She just needs you to stay with her, no matter what crazy thing she does

Tiff:

~Sings just for you

~Eyes always float to you in a crowd

~Not easily flustered but is when taken by surprise

~Definately does a cover of ‘Jenny” about you

~Vents to you on the daily

~Kisses your hand at random points

~She’s gonna make out with you a lot bro

~has very strong opinions and always want to hear yours

~Goes to you in the middle of the night

~Blatantly let’s people know ya’ll are dating

Candle Queen:

~If you don’t know Marina and the Diamonds, get ready to hear it anytime you drive around in her car/whenever she chooses the music

~Will do almost anything for your attention

~Demands yo buy things for her

~Puts on a fake face for everyone whilst trying to find herself when shes with you

~Always knows how you feel about things, whether you say so or not

~Likes to dress up for you

~Pouts at you when she knowingly causes trouble

~Writes you lots of songs in secret

#spectralsapphic #AAAA #I really love doing these!!#Thanks so much for asking!!#^_^#for others #long post #part two coming soon

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anagentinwriting · 6 years ago

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Subscribe - Part 5

Summary: (Modern AU) Peter was your college sweetheart until a certain event led to your break up. Seven years later another event brings you two back together, but this time a little girl is in the picture. Will listening to your podcasts be the reason you two get back together or be another reason to keep you apart?

Pairing: Peter Quill x Reader

Word Count: 3833

Warnings: Language, heights, fluff, angst

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AN: Don’t want this to get confusing, but the podcast is in italics and the flashback is indented and in italics. I am hoping the indention works on all platforms. Fingers crossed!

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Peter sat in the pickup zone waiting for Meredith to get out of school. Its been seven days since your accident, and you still haven’t woken up. It was making him anxious, and he started thinking about the worst what if situations. What if you didn’t wake up? What if Meredith lost her mother? What if you did wake up, but you didn’t want him around Meredith anymore? It was hard not to think about every worst-case scenario with each passing day. Peter’s thoughts were interrupted when Mer opened the back door and crawled inside.

“Hey, Twig. How was your spelling test?”

“Daddy, you won’t believe it!” She handed him the test in her hand. “I got 100%.”

“That’s my girl,” he grinned, giving her a high five. “This calls for a celebratory toy, what do you say?”

“Yeaaahhh,” she yelled, pumping her fist in the air.

Peter and Mer went to the toy shop near Walkman Records. It had all kinds of vintage toys as well as the new hottest toys. After much deliberation, Mer picked out an action figure made of rocks. Peter told her to call him Korg, and she was sold on the name and decided to get him. She hugged Korg to her chest as they check out and went back to the studio.

After dropping Mer off at Gamora’s, he didn’t feel like going home just yet. He didn’t want to go back to his empty, quiet apartment. He used to love the peace and quiet, but now it didn’t feel like home without Meredith. He drove around aimlessly before pulling into a local grocery store parking lot. He turned on his Bluetooth and clicked on Everyday's a Monday episode #29. He turned up the volume as he reclined his seat, staring at the roof of his jeep.

“Happy Valentine’s Day or to some Happy Singles Awareness Day! Yay! Today we have Steve Rogers in the studio. He’s a stay at home dad here to talk about his family life and how he manages it all. We will also hear about his Valentine’s Day plans and may hear a thing or two about the mysterious Star-lord if we’re lucky. Q the tunes.”

Peter clicked pause. “Wait, Steve Rogers? Steve Rogers as in Bucky’s best buddy? Did Bucky know about YN? Did he know YN had a child?” He shook his head, pressing play.

“Thank you for joining us today, Steve. How have you been doing?”

“I’ve been good. How are your twins?”

“Trouble makers if I’m being honest.” They both laughed.

“You have a son and daughter correct?”

“Yes. Grant is eight years old, and he wants his way all the time. But, Jamie, our 4 years old, is a complete sweetheart. Peggy says Jamie is like me while Grant is like her.”

“Isn’t that the truth.”

“It is. I feel like children always take after one of their parent's personalities.”

“I couldn’t agree more. Let's talk fatherhood, many fathers would rather work than stay at home all day, but how do you like it?” Wanda inquired.

“I love it. I never found a job that suited me as well as being a stay at home dad has. I ain't ashamed to admit that Peggy is the real breadwinner in our household. She’s a brilliant successful CEO of a mega-corporation, and I couldn’t be more proud of her.”

“Way to speak the truth, Steve. Not many men would ever say that so kudos to you,” Wanda praised. “What is your typical day like?”

“I wake up to work out at around 5 am, which helps me get ready for the day. By the time I get back home and freshen up, Peggy is up and helping the kids get ready. Jamie goes to morning preschool but likes to watch her big brother go to the big kid school as she calls it. She's excited to start kindergarten and go to the big kid school next year because she says all the kids at preschool are babies.”

"OMG, that’s adorable,” Wanda cooed.

“Peggy goes to work around 730 am, and I run the kids to school. I tend to run errands at this point or run home to clean up the house a bit if it’s needed. Around eleven, I pick up Jamie from preschool, and we go do a fun community event if there is one going on. If not, we hang out at home together. It must be where she leans towards my personality,” he chuckled. “Once 3 pm comes around, we pick up Grant from the big kid school. I help him with his homework and then get dinner ready for when Peggy gets home. She makes sure she gets time with the kids before bedtime, and once they're in bed, we spend time together.”

“What do you and Peggy do to get away from the kids?”

“We have a sitter who watches them a few times a week so we can go out and have ‘adult time’ as the parents like to call it. We go out to dinner, see a movie, or meet up with some friends.”

“Sounds like a great system because finding time to spend together is the toughest part,” Wanda added. “We decided to test out something new this week, which involved asking our listeners to give us questions to ask our upcoming guest, and you all didn’t disappoint. YN and I were able to narrow down the questions, and we're excited to hear the answers.”

“Hi everyone, it feels weird joining this early,” you commented. “Our first question comes from Mary Parker, who asks, how do you deal with your children’s bullies?”

“I don’t like bullies, and I’m the worst person to take bully advice from. When I was younger, I was the small sickly kid in class who got made fun of a lot. I always stood up for myself, which led to me getting the crap kicked out of me, but my best friend was always there to save my butt. Now, I get made fun of for being a stay at home dad. People accuse me of not being a real man, and I hate it. I love watching my kids grow up a little more each day and spending all day with them. It’s a rewarding experience.”

“You’re a real man, Steve Rogers. Not many men would admit they enjoy staying home and spending time with your kids,” Wanda applauded, and YN cheered along. "I, too, got bullied as a kid. When I first started school in America, I had his thick Sokovian accent, and I got made fun of for it. Both my brother and I did, but my brother was better at ignoring it than me. I wanted to blend in and be like everyone else, so I started talking without it, and eventually, my accent went away. Now it only comes out when I’m angry or frustrated.”

“I can relate to that, too. Not to get personal in my life, but I mean Mer has come home from school crying some days, especially when there's a father-daughter dance happening at school. Kids tell her things like her dad never loved her, doesn't like her, or that he left to get away from her. Shes come home crying more than once, and all I can tell her is to ignore them, but it takes a toll on her. Kids can be the worst.”

Peter paused the episode and reclines his seat back up. He rubbed his hands down his face, scratching at his growing scruff. This was hard to hear because Meredith seemed like such a happy little girl it was hard to imagine her this upset. It wasn’t his fault because he didn’t even know about her, but it still felt like he was to blame. If only he wasn’t the jackass that ruined everything, maybe things could have turned out different. Peter clicked play to resume the episode.

“It does take a toll, but as she gets older she’ll get to the point where their words won’t affect how she views herself or her family,” Steve reassured.

“Are you like an inspirational speaker or something?” You questioned, earning nothing but a breathy laugh from Steve. “I agree with you. Mer’s a tough girl, but it helps she has two great best friends in Wanda’s sons, Tommy and William.”

“I had a great friend growing up, too. He’s still my best friend to this day. You always know you have a real friend when they’ll be there with you till the end of the line.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself. How about we move on to the next question?” Wanda said. “Since YN has stepped out for a moment, this is from Maria Rambeau: As a guy, do you listen to this podcast?”

“Yes, I do,” he chuckled. “It's very educational. I’ve learned a lot, and I encourage more men to listen because they will get a better understanding of what happens to the female body during pregnancy. They also share helpful tips and tricks that could make raising your children a whole lot easier.”

“Perfect answer, Steve. Shout out to the guys listening to this podcast. It’s an educational experience, and your wife, husband, girlfriend, or partner will love you for it. Moving on, this question is from Laura Barton: With it being Valentine's Day, when was the first time you told your wife you loved her? Or who said it first?”

“I said it first, and we were dating for about two months at the time. I know it sounds soon but when you know...you know. I planned the perfect day, but nothing I planned was turning out right. I took her out horseback riding, planning on telling her but then it started raining, so we had to rush back in. Then when we went out to eat at this fancy restaurant, the fire alarm went off. I wanted the day to be over, but then Peggy pointed to the diner across the street. We got there and ordered our food; burger and fries. She was telling me a story, and an idea popped into my head. As she was talking, I used my fries to spell out an I, a heart, and the letter U. She was still talking, but when I turned the plate around she stopped and stared at the plate with a confused look on her face. Then I said, ‘I love you, Pegs.’ She smiled at me and said it right back. The waitress came over and offered us free dessert because they found it adorable. Now we go there every chance we get.”

"Steve is blushing hardcore right now. I think he may be getting even redder after I said that,” Wanda awed. “What an adorable story though my heart is sweating for you and Peggy. Wish I could say the same for YN, but she's rolling her eyes and talking on the phone. It’s like that work call is more important than her job. I mean, doesn’t our employer understand what the red ‘on air’ light means outside this room. Okay, that made no sense once I said it.” Steve let out a soft chuckled. “Oh, YN, listen to this one, it says I should interview you about your man one week. That's a great idea, Karen, but I don’t think she’d let that fly. She would rather hang out behind the glass, but one day, I may convince her. One day. Oh look, she is hanging up the phone and coming back into the room. I have my own question for you, Steve. What do you think of the Star-Lord series?”

"I do enjoy listening to it. From what you have mentioned about him, he did care about you. But, I don’t know the whole story, none of us do. I look forward to finding out more about him, but it's your call on what you share with us. Although, if I may, I do have a question for YN.”

“What is your question?” you asked with sarcasm dripping in your voice.

“I am taking this question for Laura Barton. With it being Valentine's Day, when was the first time you two said you loved each other? Or better yet, who said it first?”

“Thanks, Laura, I appreciate you helping the guests with questions. For all I know, Wanda prompted Steve to ask this.”

“You will never know,” Wanda said in a spooky voice, making Steve chuckle.

“Okay, um...funny story,” you laughed. “We went to the local winter carnival, which seems super cliche, but that’s how it happened. I mean, did you hear Steve’s story, super cheesy. No offense,” you paused, taking a deep breath. “We were dating for about six months…

“Come on, let's go on the ferris wheel,” you begged. “Then we’ll be able to see everything.”

“Do we have too?”

“What are you scared of heights?” You teased him, turning to him with a pouty lip.

“Sweetheart, I ain't scared of anything,” he smirked, pulling you into his arms.

“We both know that’s a lie.” You patted his chest. “Come on.” You grabbed his gloved hand, pulling him towards the ferris wheel to stand in line. Once it was their turn, they hopped onto the seat and put the safety bar across them. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it, flashing you his cocky smile. You watched the world below you get smaller as the ferris wheel took you higher and higher until it stopped at the top.

“Wow, this is amazing. I told you we could see everything from up here.” Your eyes scanned the horizon seeing the city and the carnival lights below you.

“Yeah, you’re amazing.” You nudged him in the side as you mouth spread into a warm smile. He seemed a little on edge. More than usual. His mouth opened and closed a couple of times like he wanted to add something, but couldn’t find the right words. He kept glancing at you and then would look away. His brow was sweating, and his leg was bouncing everywhere.

“Why do you look so nervous? Are you feeling okay?” You squeezed his hand, staring at him with furrowed brows. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I'm--I'm fine,” he stuttered, clearing his throat. “All good. Never better." He nodded as rubbed his lips together. "Actually--actually now that you mentioned it,” He gulped, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“What is it? You know you can tell me anything.”

“I know, it's just um I'm--I’m falling in love with you. You don't have to...” You leaned over, planting a kiss on his lips to shut him up.

You pulled away and rested your forehead against his. “I love you, too,” you whispered, bringing a childlike grin to his lips.

He pulled out his flip phone from his pocket. “Smile, sweetheart.” You lean closer into his side, smiling at each other as he snapped the picture. When he turned his phone around to get a better look at it. It slipped out of his gloved hand and fell to the ground.

“Dammit, I had a year contract left on that phone,” he whined, staring down at the ground.

“We'll look for it when we're done,” you chuckled, patting his leg. “Let's hope your case helped it survive the fall.”

“I don’t need it. You’re all I need right now.”

“We did end up finding the phone after looking for a half hour. It didn’t work, but luckily his SD card survived the fall. It saved all his pictures, including the one we took before it slipped from his hand. It’s actually one of my favorites.”

“I’m not surprised he said it first or that he was a nervous wreck to get the words out,” Steve confessed. “We tend to make fools of ourselves for those we really care about.”

“Aww…I have never met him, but he sure knows how to romance a lady. Wish my husband would do something like that,” Wanda sighed. “I’m kidding, Vis is a huge romantic.”

“According to this sheet in front of me,” Steve read. “Frigga says: She loves hearing your stories about Star-lord. It’s one of her favorite things about this podcast.”

“Thanks a lot, Frigga,” Wanda complained, feigning hurt in her voice. “Just kidding, it’s one of my favorite parts, too. YN never says anything about Star-Lord when we hang out together. Every time she shares something, it's my first time hearing it, too.”

“Do you think he ever wonders what you’re doing now?” Steve asked with a curious voice. “Or if he has ever looked you up and saw you have a daughter and wondered if she was his?”

“I don’t know, I guess it never crossed my mind. The last I looked him up, his company got this big break, and he was becoming successful in his career. Besides, he has more important things on his mind than the woman he used to date in college.”

“You might have a point there.”

“Whoa! Things just took a serious turn, but how about we lighten up our Valentine’s Day edition with one more question, even though YN is giving me the stink eye. This one comes from Ramonda: What are some ways your partner shows he/she loves you instead of saying it?"

“Hmmm…that’s a tough one. I don’t think I do anything, but maybe I do it and don’t notice it. Peggy always kisses me goodnight even if we're upset with one another. She never wants us to go to bed angry.”

“I can agree with that. Vis always wants to hold hands like we’re walking down the hall in high school,” Wanda giggled. “He also tries to make meals from Sokovia, but he always adds too much of one spice or adds the wrong spice. It’s like whenever he tries to make an effort to show he cares it makes me love him even more. How about you, YN? What did you and Star-Lord do?”

“We always did do this one thing. We started off saying I love you like every other couple, but then we started doing a motion, and the point got across without saying the words.”

“Of course, you two would have a secret love language. Why wouldn’t you!”

“Shut up, Wanda,” you scoffed. “I never noticed what we were doing until he pointed it out. I would always put my hand over his heart, and he would kiss my forehead. It became our way of saying I love you.”

“Awww...that is too stinkin' cute." Wanda paused. "Anyways, thank you to Pear Organic Pouches for sponsoring this week’s episode. And don’t forget to surprise your lover as one Star-Lord would do.”

“Good god,” you blurted out. “Shit, did I say that out loud.”

“You did,” Wanda giggled. “Thanks to the real man, Steve Rogers, and I hope you all can join us for our next episode on Everyday's a Monday. Don’t forget to subscribe and tell your friends about us. Have a good week!”

“Are….you...fucking….kidding…..me?” Peter hit his steering wheel between words. Why didn’t Steve tell him he went on your podcast two years ago? Why didn’t anyone tell him you had a kid? Did Bucky know about this? Did he know about Meredith before this all happened? Did Nat? Was he the only one that didn’t know the truth? Fed up with the unanswered questions, he drove to Bucky and Nat's house and banged on the door.

“Hey man, it’s late. What are you doing here? ” Bucky questioned, opening the front door and took in his appearance. “Whoa, you alright man?”

“Did you know?” Peter growled, clenching his jaw.

“Know what, man? What the hell are you talking about?”

“Did you know YN had a kid before I found out?” Peter poked him in the chest, glaring at him.

“Dude, why the hell would you think that?” Bucky snapped, narrowing his eyes at Peter.

“I listened to an episode on her podcast. Guess who was on it? Steve. As in Steve Rogers,” Peter shouted, shaking his head when Bucky didn’t answer. “Come on, man. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Bucky bit his lip as he tried to find the right words. “Okay…yes….fine, I knew she had a kid, but I didn’t know she was yours. Steve told me he was going on a podcast and mentioned YN’s name and about her having a kid. Dude, I thought she met a guy right after you, and I didn’t want to be the one to break your heart again because you’re still in love with her.”

“What! Don’t be ridiculous? It’s been--it’s been seven years, those feelings are long gone.”

“BULLSHIT, QUILL,” Bucky piped up, poking him in the shoulder. “You keep telling yourself that because we both know your lying. I bet when you walked into that hospital room and saw her everything you felt for her came rushing back.”

“Shut up, man. You don’t know what you're talking about.”

“Yes, I do. I saw how much that relationship took a toll on you after it ended.” Peter shook his head, staring hard at the ground. “It did, man. It hurt you. You can deny it all you want, but it’s the truth.”

“Shut up, Buck.”

“No, because you need to hear this,” Bucky shouted, forcing Peter's head to snap up at his words. “You have missed YN ever since the break-up. Sure, you tried to find what you had with her in other girls but you couldn’t. YN was the one for you, man,” Bucky added. “What I don’t understand is why you didn’t tell her the truth about what happened? I mean," Bucky sighed, shaking his head. "You didn’t--you didn't even chase after her or fight for her, man. You watched her walk away, and you regretted it. Of course, you’re too stubborn to admit it to me or yourself, but when she stepped out of your life you lost the best thing that has ever happened to you”

“You’re wrong.”

“Am I though?” Bucky countered, waiting for a smart ass reply from Peter but got nothing. “Ever since Mer has come into your life, I haven’t seen you this happy since you were dating YN. Ignore me, listen to me, I don’t care anymore, but I’ll see you tomorrow, Quill,” Bucky waved, closing the door between them.

Peter nodded, walking back to his jeep with his hands in his jacket pockets. He reached the driver's side door and stared at his reflection in the window. Peter hated how Bucky was right about everything. He let you slip through his fingers without even trying to explain what happened. He watched you walk away and disappear into a crowd of people heartbroken because of him. He fucked up, and he did it all to himself. It's like every breakup song he has ever heard, person A doesn't know what they have until person B is gone. He missed how happy you made him feel every day he was with you. He just hoped there was still enough time for him to fix all the mistakes he made.

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AN: This was a fun podcast to write because I thought of taking it so many different ways with Steve before I settled on this one. I knew right away that Steve was going to be a stay at home dad because let's be honest Peggy wouldn't stay home. Haha! We got another glimpse into the reader and Peter’s life together. Any ideas about what might have caused their breakup? What did you all think about Bucky’s bluntness and honesty when Peter showed up at his house? I think you always need that one honest friend in your life that will tell straight up; you fucked up. That's is the kind of relationship I wanted to show Bucky and Peter having, or at least that is what I was going for. Talk about a long ramble!! Comments always welcome and thanks for reading. Have a good day!

#Star-Lord #star-lord x reader #star lord au #peter quill #peter quill au #peter quill x reader #peter quill reader insert #peter quill image #marvel #marvel fanfic #Marvel AU #marvel fanfiction #GotG #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 #Guardians of the Galaxy #chris pratt

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stcky-rogers · 6 years ago

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just friends | eleven

summary: bucky barnes, now a successful record executive, confessed his unrequited feelings for his best friend. ten years later, he returns home for the holidays when his plans to go to paris fall through. stuck in brooklyn with his crazy family and an egotistical pop star, bucky tries to get himself out of the friendzone. movie au, just friends

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: language, cheating - sort of, violence, bucky ruins christmas again, and minor angst.

ten

you ran your hands through your hair as you ranted about your latest downfall to peggy. peggy stared at you, amusement clear in his brown eyes. you paced back and forth in front of her, hands tugging at your hair. you wanted to scream, you wanted to scream until you couldn’t breathe, until you had lost consciousness, until you were red or purple in the face, it didn’t matter to you at this point. you wanted the earth to just swallow you whole.

“and then, i’m in this sexy shirt that just barely covers my ass, and i’m lying in bed next to him. i even pulled the old, ‘my feet are cold’ move. just as he turns to cuddle me, he pulls away and mumbles a ‘goodnight.’“ you explained.

peggy shook her head in amusement, “maybe bucky’s not the guy you’ve made him out to be in your mind.” you flopped down on the couch next to her and covered your face with your hands.

your voice was muffled as you spoke, “you mean to tell me the same guy i made out with on christmas eve magically changed over night?”

peggy’s eyes widened as she stuttered out a response. “you, bucky, what?” you rolled your eyes and groaned, removing your hands from your face.

“we were christmas shopping. it had gotten late and we were hungry, so we stopped at stan’s. we left after eating and he placed the mistletoe over my head, and we kissed, and it was like nothing i’ve ever experienced before. then, bruce shows up and ruins everything. i just thought he felt the same way, but it’s clear he doesn’t.” you dropped your head onto peggy’s shoulder and she sighed as she ran her fingers through your hair.

“oh, darlin’, if only you knew.” she mumbled.

you lifted your head off of her shoulder and stood, “i have to go get ready, thor’s picking me up for the christmas play at the church.” peggy laughed as you grumbled and shuffled out of the door.

“kiss the kids for me,” you called before shutting the door behind you.

you made your way home, kicking at the snow ahead of you as you passed by home after home, until you stumbled upon the smoking and burnt heap of christmas decorations littering your yard. you sighed as you moved up the steps and pushed open the door. you hung up your coat and slipped out of your shoes as you made your way into the living room. your pressed a kiss to the top of your dad’s head as you passed him and made your way upstairs.

meanwhile, bucky was pacing back and forth in steve’s office. steve had been cleaning the teeth of his patient, billy, when bucky had barged through the door, nearly giving him a heart attack.

“i screwed up,” bucky managed around his fingers. he’d been biting his nails for the last ten minutes, something he did when he was nervous.

“again?” steve chuckled. bucky glared at his friend, “yes, again, last night stark comes over and she’s flirting, i don’t know, i couldn’t go through with it,” bucky groaned.

steve looked up at his friend, a pointed look on his face. “you mean to tell me, you had the opportunity to sleep with the girl you’ve been pining over since middle school and you didn’t take it?”

bucky’s face contorted into a look of confusion, “yeah,” he muttered, the realization of his actions dawning on him.

“oh, my, god,” steve chuckled as he continued cleaning his patient’s teeth.

“you’re back in the friend zone, pal,” billy snorted at steve’s remark.

bucky rolled his eyes, “tell me exactly what happened,” bucky took a seat on the extra stool and rolled towards steve.

“after the fiasco, i went home and not even ten minutes later, she’s knocking on my door. we’re talking and joking around, and out of nowhere i ask her to stay. i give her a shirt and she goes to change into it. she gets into the bed,” bucky gulped, remembering just how sexy you looked in his button up shirt, “she pulls the old cold feet move and i took the bait but,” bucky paused, “i froze and i just started thinking, what happens after this? do i move back here? does she come back to la with me? i just started thinking about all these things and i just couldn’t do it.”

steve quirked a brow at his friend, “i hate to say it but, i told you so, buck. you wanted this to just be about sex and i said it was a bad idea, because it’s never just sex with someone you love.”

bucky groaned, abruptly standing from the stool, “i don’t love her.”

steve rolled his eyes, “yes, buck, you do! you always have. you’re just an idiot who doesn’t realize it.”

steve tore off his gloves and stood from his seat, he rested his hand on billy’s shoulder and let him know he was free to go. steve followed bucky out of the room and into the lobby of the hospital. as they walked further towards the entrance, bucky hit steve’s arm repeatedly to gain his attention. “ow, buck, what the hell?” he asked, following bucky’s gaze as he stared at thor kissing a nurse.

steve cleared his throat causing the two to break apart. thor smirked as he stared at the two large men in front of him. “jane, sweetheart, you mind letting me talk to my friends for a minute?” she shook her head and smiled softly at the other two men. “hello, dr. rogers.” she said as she brushed past the men.

bucky nodded towards the nurse, “what’s up with that?” bucky quirked a brow. “jane? just another notch in the belt,” thor shrugged.

bucky frowned, “what about stark?”

thor scoffed, “what about her? i mean, look at us, two of the biggest geeks have a shot with the hottest girl in high school, it’s all a game.”

bucky spoke through clenched teeth, “are you fucking kidding me?”

thor rolled his eyes, “oh, come on, man. you can drop the act, you’re playing the same game i’m playing, only problem is you’re losing.” thor smiled. “it’s sweet revenge,” thor leaned against the desk, “for putting us in the friend zone.”

bucky growled, “you were never in the friend zone, i was, you meant nothing to her.” thor chuckled, “your sweet little doll,” thor mocked, rolling his eyes.

before bucky could even say anything, thor’s radio went off alerting him he was needed somewhere else. thor stood to walk away, he stopped and looked over his shoulder, “may the best man win, barnes.” he smirked before he turned the corner.

steve shook his head as he looked at bucky, “what are you gonna do, pal?” bucky sighed, “i’ve gotta warn her.” he bit his lip as he looked over at his friend, bucky grabbed steve’s arm and pulled him into the parking lot, bucky broke into a sprint as he pushed through the doors of the building, steve following close behind him.

the two men climbed inside of the truck and steve fumbled with the keys as he tried to start it, “god, you could never be a spy.” bucky laughed and steve glared at him. the truck rumbled to life and steve pulled out of the parking lot. bucky had told steve that he should try your home first. as steve pulled into the driveway, bucky immediately jumped out of the car, steve soon following him.

bucky rapped on the door a few times and waited for an answer. the door swung open to reveal an angry tony stark. tony sneered, “come to ruin the rest of the decorations?” bucky sighed, “mr. stark, i’m so sorry for everything, i promise i’ll pay for it,” bucky was interrupted by another reindeer falling off of the roof, “and that too,” tony glared at the brunet in front of him, he had no idea why you had even bothered to be his friend.

“but, i was wondering if your daughter was home,” tony rolled his eyes, “she’s out with mr. odinson,” he sighed. steve frowned, “the brewer?”

the two dark haired man turned to face the blond, “are you stupid or just naturally blond?” tony frowned before answering the question, “she’s with thor, there’s some christmas play their attending,” tony grumbled before closing the door.

bucky sighed, “what christmas play?” steve smirked, “buck, let’s go.” he said and they headed to the play.

as they arrived the truck skidded to a stop and the two of them climbed out of it. steve ran around the back entrance of the church and bucky followed him. bucky could hear the voices of the kids singing as he walked closer to the seating area, he spotted you almost immediately. he sat down next to you and slipped his hand in yours.

you looked up at bucky and your heart stuttered as he smiled kindly at you, “can i talk to you for a second?” he whispered, his breath tickling the lobe of your ear. you gulped and nodded, tightening your hand in his as he pulled you off to a secluded area.

“what is it, buck?” you asked. bucky peeked over your shoulder, “it’s thor, he’s, he’s just trying to get revenge because you rejected him in high school. he just wants to sleep with you, doll.” bucky confessed.

you laughed, covering your mouth to keep the children from hearing you, “that’s funny, because he said the same thing about you.” bucky’s face contorted in anger. “doll, he’s a jersey player! steve and i just saw him making out with some nurse at the hospital.”

thor had peeked behind the curtain, his attention on you as he spoke to you in a soft voice. bucky couldn’t hear a single word he was saying as the pounding of his heart echoed in his ears. his vision became blinded by pure white hot rage, he could feel his blood boiling as he stared back at the long haired man in front of him. bucky balled his hands into fists and squeezed so hard he thought he might start bleeding. his chest was rising and falling rapidly as he let his anger consume him.

you gasped as you watched bucky charge at thor, tackling him onto the stage and breaking the sets the students had built. you immediately ran onto the stage, nearly falling as you tried to pull the two men apart. bucky brought his fist back and repeatedly punched thor in the face, a grunt leaving bucky’s lips each time his fist connected with thor’s face.

steve pushed you behind him as he moved to separate bucky and thor. thor winced as he brought a hand up to touch his nose. he had to admit, bucky could throw a decent punch. you glared at bucky, “what is wrong with you?” bucky huffed as steve restrained him. “you liar!” he glared at thor and thor smirked before letting his head fall against the stage.

“you need to leave,” bucky looked over at you and he could see the fire burning behind your eyes. he composed himself and gave a slight nod, slipping out of steve’s grip he made his way to the exit. steve gave you an apologetic smile and followed bucky to the exit. steve decided it would be best not to say anything to his friend. he had already screwed up enough and there were no words that would console bucky. he knew bucky well enough to know that when something happened and bucky had a hand in it, he would start doubting himself and making himself feel like the bad guy.

steve dropped bucky off at home, “listen, pal, just give it some time and things,” steve was cut off by the slamming of the truck door and he shook his head. “thanks, steve, for all your help.” he muttered to himself before driving to home.

bucky entered the house, shoulders slumped as he climbed the staircase. it was time for him to back home, he had embarrassed himself too many times to count. bucky retrieved his suitcase and climbed back down the stairs, luckily not running into his siblings or his mother. he sighed as he closed the door behind him, he should’ve stuck to his vow to never come back to brooklyn.

twelve

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manchurian-barnes · 7 years ago

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The Soldier - Part Four

A/N - Im going to be taking a break from this series, mainly because i want to write the full thing before posting more parts of it, so it doesn’t feel rushed and I get he chance to fully explain upcoming plot points. OTHER FAN-FICTION WILL CONTINUE

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It was mid-November the next time I encountered the new and improved Steve Rogers again. Since everything that had happened in Erskine's lab him and I had kept a line of communication open, letters being sent back and fourth. My work with Howard found us going between home and the war zones, creating weaponry and trying to play a role in victory against the Nazi's. Today that work had brought me to Italy, 5 miles back from the front line.

I watched from the back of all the beat up soldiers, arms crossed over myself. The rain hitting lightly onto my coat which I kept tightening around myself. Music started and dancers moved out onto a makeshift stage, before long 'Captain America' walked out. I forced a smile onto my features despite the dreary conditions. Once Steve began to speak to the men it wasn’t long before they started to heckle him for all the laughter he was worth.

"How many of you are ready to help me sock old Adolf in the jaw?" Steve spoke, cheerfully as he could brandishing he shield in front of himself, he looked to me and then over the men who stayed silent. Eerily silent. Steve then shifted on his feet, "okay, uh…I need a volunteer?"

The men started to groan and one waved his hand "I already volunteered, how to ya' think I got here!", as all the men began to laugh harder at Steve I tightened my grip around my coat, and began to move towards the back of the stage. "Bring back the girls!" they men yelled as I walked, spying Peggy out the side of my eye. "I think they only know the one song…but…I'll see what I can do?" He began to back off the stage. I pulled my eyes away as one soldier began to moon Steve, vulgar.

"I hate seeing him like this-" I spoke softly to Peggy as we looked for Steve, "as do I, but we are hardly in a position to do very much about it I'm afraid." he rest her hand on my shoulder. She walked just ahead of me before we saw him, slumped over and drawing into a sketchpad letting the rain drown him.

"Hello Steve." Peggy said warmly, he looked between us, "hi…" He said slowly. Giving a helpless smile. "what are you two doin' here?" He moved to allow Peggy to sit beside him. "Officially? Neither of us are here at all." Peggy grinned slightly. I kept nodding, "I decided I wanted to catch up with you Rogers." I spoke gently and then moved to be on the other side of him.

"I understand you’re "America’s New Hope"?" Peggy kept speaking as my eyeline trailed off into the crowd of soldiers. I wondered if Bucky was somewhere like this. I just wish I knew something. Something more than nothing at all.

"You know for the longest time I dreamed about coming overseas and being on the front lines. Serving my country. I finally get everything I wanted, and I’m wearing tights." Steve spoke as an ambulance went by carrying wounded men, "They look like they’ve been through hell.".

"These men more than most. Schmidt sent out a force to Azzano. Two hundred men went up against him and less than fifty returned. Your audience contained what was left of the one-oh-seventh. The rest were killed or captured." Peggy nodded and I saw Steve's demeanor shift completely. "One-oh-seven?" he said, voice breaking. "yes-" she nodded before I felt my blood run a little colder, "That was Bucky's-" I whispered looking down. Steve grabbed my arm and pulled me across the camp with Peggy running closely behind us.

We burst into Colonel Phillips tent, he grimaced as he saw the three of us. Especially lingering that gaze onto Steve. I ducked my head down as he let out a chuckle. "well if it isn't the star spangled man with a plan, what is your plan today?" he said coolly. Steve just ignored this, he kept his head straight I could tell he as holding back a lot of pain. "I need the casualty list from Azzano." he spoke surely, like he was in charge, by the look on Phillips face and by the way his jaw constricted I could see he didn’t care for that tone of voice. "You don't get to give me orders, son." he pointed at Steve. Steve shook his head and continued "I just need one name. Sargent-", "James Barnes, from the hundred and seventh." I finished for him. The colonel pointed to Peggy and I, "You two and I are going to have a conversation later that you wont enjoy.".

I clenched my jaw and looked at Peggy, she slung an arm around me. Silent reassurance. "please-" I whispered to the man, "Please tell me if he's alive, sir. B-A-R…" Steve started, I felt his hand on my shoulder as well. Again, the older man began to grit his teeth, "I can spell.". He began to shift thought all the letters he'd written. I felt sick. All those poor men, their families left behind. I just prayed silently, 'not James…not my James…' I kept repeating the mantra until my thoughts were cut by a knife. "I've signed more of these letters than I would care to count, but the name does sound familiar. I'm sorry." Phillips looked between us, and for a moment there was a hint of a softness within his eyes. I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped from my mouth, before I could cover it. I suddenly understood more about war than I had ever cared to, because war wouldn’t discriminate based on my hopes. It took, and it took. I stumbled backwards as Steve began to argue about how best to save the captured men, walking out into the rain. letting it hit me, trying to numb myself. I shut my eyes and suppressed how much I desperately wanted to scream. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and turned to see Peggy “Come on, we are going to follow our captain and save those men.”.

I called for Howard whom at the sound of my broken down voice jumped at his chance to come and help us all. We were in the back of one of his finest planes. Quickly approaching enemy lines. Even when I tried to focus I couldn’t. The plane rocking from a shot below shook me out of my grief stricken haze, looking at Steve. “You’re sure you want to do this?” I asked him, he nodded “If nobody else will...I have to save those men.”.

“This is your transponder. Activate it when you’re ready and the signal will lead us straight to you.” Peggy explained holding one of Stark and I’s inventions forwards. Steve tucked it into his jacket, looking between us. “Are you sure this thing works?” He asked me, with a slight chuckle referring to the night I’d met him, “It’s been tested more than you, pal.” Howard called with a laugh.

The plan started to shake more violently, causing me to stand and look out the window, we were almost there. I looked over my shoulder to see Steve opening the plane door, giving him a face i’d imagined he’s received many times from... “Get back here! We’re taking you all the way in.” Peggy yelled before being cut off. Steve yelling back, “As soon as I’m free, you turn this thing around and get the hell outta here!”

“You can’t give me orders!”

“The hell I can’t! I’m a Captain!” He then jumped. Howard sharply turned the plane despite himself, and despite Peggy yells to turn back.

Peggy and I were stood side by side back at the camp. being reprimanded for careless and defiant actions. Col. Phillips looked down, pacing slightly as he spoke out a letter “Senator Brandt, I regret to report that Captain Steven G. Rogers went missing behind enemy lines on the third. Aerial reconnaissance has proven unfruitful. As a result, I must declare Captain Rogers killed in action. Period.”, I began to shake my head slightly. I had more faith in Steve than this. “The last surveillance flight is back. No sign of activity.” Peggy spoke after the moment of silence, Phillips grimaced again “Go get a cup of coffee, Corporal,” He indicated to the man typing of the letter, who quickly ran off, “I can’t touch Stark. He’s rich and he’s the Army’s number one weapons contractor. You two are neither one.”

“With respect, sir, I don’t regret my actions. And I don’t think Captain Rogers did either.” Peggy kept her chin up, Phillips opened his mouth to speak before darlingly I interrupted, “And sir, technically I aid Mr Stark in designing the weapons, i’m his partner. The Army needs me.”. Out the corner of my eye I could see Peggy smirking ever so slightly. “What makes you think I give a damn about your opinions. I took a chance with you, Agent Carter. And now America’s golden boy and a lot of other good men are dead, cause you had a crush.” The man’s voice was stern making us both flinch a little.

“It wasn’t that. I had faith.”

Soldiers began to run past our tent again, yelling excitedly. “What the hell’s going on out there?” Phillips began I never heard the rest of his sentence as I ran outwards, seeing Steve with all the men, walking back into camp. I began to jump up and down with some of the men, “You did it!” I yelled to Steve who nodded proudly. “You’re late.” Peggy walked beside me, grinning at him, Steve reached into his jacket and pulled out my transponder, shot through “Couldn’t call my ride.” I laughed and rolled my eyes, looked around slightly. Everything suddenly stopped as I heard a voice yell “Hey! Let’s hear it for Captain America.”.

“James?” I yelled, before I felt my arm getting tugged on, turning to see him meeting his beautiful eyes once again. “James?” I whispered to him before he pulled me closer, kissing me as if he had been starved of me. “Im here-” He told me putting his hands on my waist, I grabbed at his collar “You’re alive?” I asked, eyes welling of happiness. He kissed me again, and again before telling me “You aren’t gonna get rid of me that easily.”

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legrandepapillon · 7 years ago

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The Not-So-Secret-Santa (pegtha)

Summary: When one has the trademark loudmouths, Thomas Jefferson, Hercules Mulligan, and Alexander Hamilton, in on a game that requires secretiveness… let’s just say, things don’t go as planned. Prompt: Secret Santa Beginning Notes: more christmas gays!

When Angelica Schuyler walked into the coffee shop her group of friends─and little sisters─frequented, she commanded attention. Especially judging from the way a scowl painted her gorgeous features, and her eyes seemed narrowed into thin, angry slits. Now, it may just be James Madison’s imagination playing tricks on him, but the young man is almost a thousand percent sure that the entire─extremely busy, what with it being colder than a well digger’s ass outside─coffee shop goes silent when she enters.

“Angelica!” Eliza says, looking up from where she’d been texting Alexander─who, out of their merry band of friends, was the only one not in attendance─and waving her sister over. “Over here!”

Angelica maneuvers her way through the crowd of people─but not before stopping briefly at the cash register to order a coffee─and joins the group sitting in the back. They’ve somehow managed to crowd themselves into the only booth big enough to fit all twelve of them─and even so, several people have pulled chairs up to the table in order to fit comfortably. Angelica takes a chair from Lafayette─who goes to drape themselves over the laps of Hercules and George─and slams her coffee cup down onto the table.

“Where the hell is Alexander? And Samuel, King and Charles?” she asks with an edge to her voice, noticing the absence of bickering that usually went on between her brother-in-law and his frenemies. None of them were anywhere in sight. “I thought I told you that I need all of you here.”

“Alex got caught up at the station,” Eliza says, pausing to take a sip of coffee. “And those three had to go and meet Charles’ parents for lunch. Sammy just told me to text him whatever you needed to tell us and he’d relay it to the group.”

Sighing at her friends total inability to follow simple instructions, Angelica looks around at the people that were there. Thomas, James and Aaron had all managed to show up─which was a feat in and of itself. For a polyamorous couple, it seemed very rare that anyone managed to catch more than two of them together at a time. There was always one out of the three missing─at work, running errands, out of town.

George was there, as well, which was pretty shocking. He was so busy with being a congressman most of the time that he was hardly ever around─so much so that for the first year of his relationship with Hercules and Lafayette, Angelica had thought it was just those two. She hadn’t even known that George was a part of their romance until she attended a housewarming party for Peggy and accidentally walked in on three of them getting hot and heavy in a closet.

And Peggy. Peggy always seemed to be working at her actual job─she worked at the very cafe that Angelica told them to meet in─or on her youth programs. She─along with John Laurens, who seemed very zoned out on whatever he was doodling on the cafe napkins─was an activist that ran several non-profit charities for youth. Big Brother, Big Sister mentoring guides for LGBTQ+ kids, scholarship programs for inner-city kids and all-girls empowerment summer camp for preteen and teenage girls. The poor woman was so busy with all of these endeavors that it was rare that Angelica and Eliza were able to get together with her, which is why Angelica chose her lunch break during work to meetup with the gang.

“What’s up, Angie? Why’d you need us all here?” Thomas asks, snapping the woman from her reverie. Angelica exhales, looks around at the group one last time before making sure to turn her attention to her sisters.

“Mom and Dad called me last night. They said we won’t be having our annual family Christmas like usual,” she pauses here to gauge her sisters reactions, and is surprised to not find the level of distress that she thought she would. Both girls seem pretty bummed, but not as devastated as she’d expected. “So, I was wondering if the rest of you were busy this Christmas, and if not, if we could plan something for us here. Like a family.”

“Well, my Dad doesn’t want me bringing these two back if I go down to Virginia for Christmas, so I’m pretty freed up,” George says, adding a packet of artificial sweetner to his coffee in an attempt to look bored─though everyone sitting at the booth can tell just how hurt he is at this. “Hercules just has James here and Marie said she can’t go back to France.”

“My grandmother… when I told her I was trans, she uh… she told me that she never wanted to see my face again. However, Adrienne is coming into town. If I celebrate with you all, can she come as well?” Marie asks, leaning her head on the heel of her hand. Angelica waves her hand in dismissal, though she can tell by the way Marie’s eyes light up that she’s made her friend extremely happy.

“That’s absolutely fine, hon. What about you guys?” Angelica nods towards the end of the booth, where Thomas, Aaron and James were chatting quietly amongst themselves. They all look up in confusion─making it obvious to the woman that they hadn’t been paying attention. “Doing anything for Christmas?”

“Well,” Aaron begins. “I usually spend my Christmas’ watching Lifetime movies and eating takeout, so… no. I’m free.”

“Ever since Herc and I’s parents passed, I just spend it doing whatever Hercules does. Why?”

“I’m not going back to Virginia this year, my mother has a new boyfriend and I don’t really feel like being around all that mess.”

“Good. You’re spending the holidays with us. Alright, I’ve got Marie, Thomas, Adrienne, James, Hercules, George, and myself. Eliza, Peggy?” Angelica begins scribbling the names down on a notepad from her purse, formulating a guest list so that she’d know how much cooking she’d need to do for the holiday at hand.

“I’m down, but can I bring Martha? She’s like the Scrooge of Christmas─hates the holidays. I wanna show her true Christmas joy, y’know. It’ll be romantic. Might even get laid.” John audibly groans at how cliche Peggy sounds, before reminding her that she’s talking about his stepsister─so show a little decorum. The woman sticks her tongue out at him, and Angelica laughs at the two before agreeing.

“Well, since Martha is going… John you might as well go,” Eliza says, looking to her boyfriend─who wrinkles his nose. “C’mon. Alex and I are definitely going, and you know you don’t want to go back to South Carolina for Christmas. It’ll be fun! We can do Secret Santa!”

“Ooh, yes!” Marie exclaims, removing her sketchpad from her satchel. She flips to an empty page and begins scribbling everyone’s names down. “Okay… Angelica, let me see your beanie.”

Angelica hands over the hat, eyebrow raised. With careful and precise fingers, Marie rips the paper with the names into small little shreds─each shred of paper holding someone’s name. She folds them in half before dumping them all into the beanie.

“I’m adding Charles, King and Sammy in here… Eliza, you can pick for the three of them and text them who they got,” Marie says, dumping the shreds of paper into the hat and mixing them around. “John, you pick for Alex but don’t look at who he got, alright? Just give him the paper when you see him. Rules for the Secret Santa? You obviously can’t tell the person you’re buying for that it’s you, no going over thirty dollars for materials, no buying gift cards, and you have to make it.”

There’s voices of protest at the last rule, but the look Marie sends the group could rival Angelica’s. It doesn’t, of course, because Angelica is the queen of glaring─but it could.

Marie takes a slip of paper from the hat before passing it to Hercules, who repeats the motion. The beanie goes around the table until it ends with George removing the last piece of paper.

Angelica grins at the name on her piece of paper. Eliza and Thomas both groan─probably because the people they chose are difficult to shop for. Peggy does a fist pump, John smiles wistfully, James, George and Aaron seem to be indifferent either way, and Hercules gives a smile that says ‘oh, this will be very fun’.

“Who did you get?” John asks his girlfriend, as he, Eliza and Alex push their cart around the crafts shop. They’d all agreed to go shopping for their materials at the same time, in the same place─to save money, and gas. However, the young brunette sitting in the cart is quickly becoming to regret agreeing upon that─seeing as this is the sixth time John has asked her this question, and Alexander had asked twelve times before. Eliza looks up at him with an expression that can only be described as a mixture between ‘offense’ and ‘exhaustion’. “What? I’m just curious!”

“Yeah, and curiosity killed the cat,” she teases, before directing him to turn down the aisle that has yarn. “I’ve already said this, John! I can’t tell you! It’s called a Secret Santa! What if you tell them that I’m the one making their present? Geez, I know you’re a rebel, but it can’t be this hard for you to follow the rules.”

“Wow. You’re really passionate about the do’s and don’ts of Secret Santa, aren’t you?” he asks, as she directs him to put some navy blue yarn in the cart. She nods her head just as Alexander comes bolting towards them with arms full of markers, crayons, colored pencils and pens.

“Alex! You’re supposed to be shopping for materials for your Secret Santa, not thing you like,” Eliza chastises playfully, before squeaking in indignance when he dumps all the materials on her.

“Shut up. I’m making John a poster,” he says.

“Alex!” Eliza whines, and John laughs loudly. Well, at least he could trust that his gift would be made with love.

Lafayette sits cross-legged in the middle of their living room, hands gently maneuvering the clay on the pottery wheel. Their eyes are concentrated on the machine, all of their attention focused on the design of the clay to make the shape they want.

“Laffy, I’m sorry darlin’, but I’m curious. Who in the hell would want a homemade clay pot?” George asks, looking down at them from his spot on the couch. He’d been focused on CNN news, but the gentle whirring of the machine had drawn his attention several minutes ago and the curiosity had been eating at him. Lafayette doesn’t offer a response, simply shrugs their shoulders and continues to gently knead the clay on the wheel. “I can’t think of anyone in our group that would find use for that.”

“Then you’re not thinking hard enough,” they respond calmly, reaching their hand into the opening in order to manipulate the shape even further. George opens his mouth to retort something equally as sassy, but Hercules enters their apartment at that very moment─arms filled to the brim with varying colors of yarn─soft pinks and blues, bright neon greens and yellows… and just as George is confused as to who in their circle of friends would want a flower pot, he is confused as to who would want all those colors clashing together.

“Y’know, mo chroí, you’re an awfully hard person to drum up ideas for,” Hercules says, dumping the materials beside George on the couch to press a kiss to their forehead. Lafayette gives a squeal of annoyance at Hercules having revealed who he was Secret Santa-ing to; and by relation having revealed who Lafayette’s Secret Santa is.

“Herc, mon coeur! It was supposed to be a surprise, non?” they exclaim, finally tearing their eyes away from their pottery. “You’ve ruined it for me!”

“Aw man, I’m sorry, Laf!” Hercules responds, plopping down beside them on the floor. At first George believes he’s being sarcastic, but when his eyes land on his boyfriend’s face, he can tell that he’s genuinely apologetic. It’s cute, how he recognizes the importance of this to Lafayette and respects that. “This Secret Santa thing slipped my mind.”

“Hey, darlin’, the surprise isn’t entirely ruined,” George pipes up, easing down onto the floor with the other to. “You don’t know what he’s going to make. I promise, I’ll help Herc hide whatever he’s making for you, so that you can be surprised on Christmas. Sound good?”

And though Lafayette is still pouting, both men can tell that this considerably makes it better.

“I don’t even know Maria that well!” Thomas exclaims for what seems to be the billionth time since they got who they’d be making presents for, as he scrolls through ideas for gifts on Pinterest. “Why can’t I just buy her something? It’d be so much easier!”

“Firstly, Thomas, the whole point of Secret Santa was for us not to know who you’d be making a present for,” Aaron reprimands, for what seems to be the billionth time in response to Thomas’ complaining. He’s making what seems to be personally designed coffee mugs─using blank templates and markers designed for ceramic art to design them. He’d been pretty good at hiding who his present was for, though Thomas can just barely make out a ‘G’ on one of the mugs. “Secondly, you’re supposed to make it because it’s supposed to come from the heart. These aren’t just our friends, they’re our family, too.”

“That’s lame,” the Virginian huffs, tossing his phone onto the coffee table. He dramatically drapes himself over the armrest of their couch, tossing his arm over his eyes like the drama queen he is. “Why can’t I just pay someone to make something for me?”

“Can I pay someone to kick your ass? Maybe then you’d stop complaining,” Aaron murmurs under his breath, picking up another marker to doodle something on the coffee mug. Surprisingly, he’s met with silence─until his phone chimes with a notification. Curiously, Aaron picks up his phone to read it─finding that it’s from Facebook.

Thomas Jefferson ─ with Maria Reynolds, Angelica Schuyler and 15 others.

Need help coming up with ideas for Maria’s Secret Santa present… anyone care to help out?

“Goddamnit, Thomas, it’s supposed to be a Secret!” James yells from the other room─obviously having got the notification as well. Thomas gives a groan of annoyance at this, probably remembering that tagging the person you’re going to be Secret Santa-ing for is not the smartest idea.

“But keeping it secret is hard!”

“Looks like I won’t have to pay anyone to kick your ass,” Aaron chuckles, setting his phone down and glancing towards his boyfriend. Both Thomas and Aaron’s phones are blowing up with notifications─though neither of them need to check them to see it’s probably their group of friends reprimanding him on sharing who he was supposed to be the Secret Santa for. Thomas quirks an eyebrow, and his lover finishes with, “Angelica is probably going to do it for me.”

By the time Christmas Day rolls around, most of the people in the group participating know who their Secret Santa is─and those that don’t know for sure at least have some sort of inkling. What with loudmouths Alexander Hamilton, Hercules Mulligan and Thomas Jefferson letting everyone know not only who their gifts were for, but who their spouses gifts were for and gossips Peggy and Maria spreading around rumors as to who made presents for who… yeah, the whole idea of the Secret Santa actually being a secret was moot.

And Angelica was quick to let the perpetrators know just how disappointed she was in them for not being able to hold water.

“Well,” she says, after they’ve all retired to her living room following a pretty amazing Christmas dinner. Her eyes travel over their faces─and at least most of the culprits have the decency to look ashamed. “This was supposed to be a Secret Santa, but thanks to a select few that can’t seem to let anyone enjoy anything… you might as well tell you who brought your gift for that it was you. I’ll start.”

Crossing over to the Christmas tree, Angelica removes a small wrapped box and hands it to Peggy’s girlfriend, Martha. “I looked up how to transfer photographs onto wood, and then I got this picture from Peggy. It didn’t come out as good as I thought it would, but I figured you would like it.”

It’s a professionally taken photo─probably taken by Charles who was a photographer. The two women were on the beach, and Martha had her arms draped over Peggy’s shoulders. Peggy’s hand came up in the photo to hold Martha’s, and her head was turned just slightly to the side to press a kiss against her cheek. Martha had that picture posted across all of her social media accounts─it was her profile picture for Instagram, Facebook, Twitter… she’d told Peggy countless times that it was her favorite photograph.

“Aw, Angie, I love it!” Martha exclaims, taking the block of wood from her adopted sister. “Thank you, so much! I’m going to put it up in my office.”

After hugging Angelica in thanks, Martha goes over to the tree to get the present that she made for Peggy. Except, she didn’t make it. It’s a small box, wrapped in gold wrapping paper, and when she presents it to Peggy she drops onto one knee.

Everyone in the room either gasps or goes deathly silent.

“I admit, I cheated,” Martha chuckles, looking up at her girlfriend as she removes the wrapping paper and flips open the lid on the box. The ring inside is gorgeous─and it has two birthstones on it, with a small engraving that no one can really read. “I didn’t make this. I bought it, from George. I um… I’ve been dating you, Peggy, for about two years. When I first met you at John’s birthday party, something told me that I’d need to do anything to keep you in my life forever. From your big heart to your sweet soul… I knew you were the one for me. And day in, day out you prove that to me. So I’ve decided that I need to do something to prove it to you. And this is it. Will you… will you marry me?”

Peggy is speechless. She opens and closes her mouth several times, eyes watering with tears, before finally she throws her arms around her girlfriend─fiancee now─and simply nods her head.

Well, at least some secret presents could be kept.

Translations

mo chroí ─ my heart (Irish)

mon coeur ─ my heart (French)

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Angela Carter

“For courage, strategy, and moral guidance, you were his support.”

NAME: Angela Elizabeth Carter

AGE: 57

PARENTS: Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter

DOB: June 17, 1961

PLACE OF BIRTH: New York City, New York

ORIENTATION: panromantic bisexual

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor

FACECLAIM: Angie Harmon/Maia Mitchell

MAIN VERSE: original canon timeline; post-Avengers: Endgame (in a universe where Steve never lived out a life with Peggy)

BIOGRAPHY:

Angela Carter was born in 1961, the product of the artificial insemination – with Steve Rogers DNA – of Peggy Carter with the moral support of her fiancé, Daniel Sousa, and the medical support of Howard Stark and Dr. Jason Wilkes.

From her birth, the baby girl was deemed a failure. The covert attempt of the quartet to create another super soldier, or at least recapture the makeup of Erskine’s serum, was a failure. The baby, named Angela after her mother’s best friend, was perfectly average, but Daniel and Peggy loved her endlessly regardless. They didn’t tell her of her paternity, and she found no reason to think her father might be anyone but Daniel.

She was twelve when she stumbled upon the truth. She spent a lot of her free time in her parents’ office, and it was while helping new agents move boxes of archived files that she found a box with her name on it. The notes inside – in her parents’, Mr. Stark’s, and Dr. Wilkes’ handwriting – revealed whose she was, and what they had hoped she would be.

The discovery had a profound impact on Angela, who hated her name so much she went by her surname until after graduating from university. She spent the rest of her life trying to become – or at least make up for – what they’d wanted her to be. Though she’d always been allowed – and interested – in the office side of SHIELD, she began to go to training sessions as well, but then, privately, she began to mimic what she saw, training as well as she could alone.

Soon, she was asking people to teach her anything she could think of. Sparring with her mother. Swimming and how to navigate by the stars came from Jack Thompson. Everything about guns and how to speak Russian came from Peggy Carter’s favorite agent, Danyela Ulrich. She learned how to disarm a bomb – or at least a fake one – from the man she’d mentally come to call only “Daniel.” Maria Stark taught her Italian, and Ana Jarvis taught her Hebrew and Hungarian. Any science she managed to retain came from Drs. Samberly and Wilkes and Howard Stark. Mr. Jarvis even taught her fencing and boxing.

As time passed, though she learned all those things, she was never truly a master of any of them. Despite her best efforts to do better – to be more – she still felt most at home in the offices of SHIELD.

As her high school years ended, her mother suggested she look into becoming a lawyer, declaring that there was more than one type of fight, and more than one way to win, to change the world. Carter enrolled in law school, relishing the challenge that she finally felt capable of meeting. This she could do, and she found that she adored her work now. She was good at it.

True to form, though, as soon as Angela graduated with her license to practice, she took it right back to SHIELD. She became a lawyer for SHIELD, defending their agents fiercely, and prosecuting their enemies whenever called upon to do so.

VERSES:

FROM THIS MOMENT ON: follows canon MCU

ROAD LESS TRAVELED: any other AU threads

AUS (for teenage Carter):

SO MANY WAYS TO BE: (Descendants) daughter of Cogsworth

EVER EVER AFTER: (Fairytale) a very politically-involved princess

BORROWED BABIES: (Foster Care) foster daughter whose parents were soldiers in the army who were blown up together in Iraq

I SOLEMNLY SWEAR THAT I’M UP TO NO GOOD: (Harry Potter) Gryffindor seventh-year

ALTERNATIVELY 1902: (Victorian) daughter of two veterans of the Civil War

GROW UP WITH THE LAND: (Wild West) daughter of two veterans of the Civil War, who now travels with her parents as they guide people along the Oregon Trail

FORWARD TO VICTORY: (World War II) the daughter of two soldiers, she convinced her parents that she was old enough to follow them into the war zone, old enough to help, and now she spends her days helping the nurses, and listening in to strategy planning

AUS (for adult Angela):

BOLDLY GO: (Star Trek) security lieutenant

Starter Call

#muses #(bio; angela carter) daughter of perfection

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Oohh,61 pretty please? Thank you! I love your writing!

A/N: Thanks so much! Not quite sure how this got so long but meh. It’s 4 am so I’m sorry if there are any grammatical errors. Enjoy!

A modern retelling of Morristown, more or less.

List of prompts (x)

61. I told you not to fall in love with me.

Eliza wasn’t expecting to enjoy her stay in Morristown so much. She had originally dug her heels in for as long as she could, refusing to pack her things until the night before. Her parents were set on getting their daughters out of Albany, apparently heeding to the spy and news reports that the British were headed their way. They said they were convinced it was going to be a war zone. She didn’t believe them, of course. Rumors of the state of the war were running rampant constantly, so much so that her father, a General, had trouble keeping them straight. The thought of the redcoats in their sleepy hometown was preposterous.

They said it was out of protection. Eliza knew the real reason. Morristown, New Jersey was where the army was stationed for the winter. They weren’t being kicked out of their home for safety, but for dating purposes. Her mother constantly complained about the dreadful war and its effect on her daughters’ ability to have a normal life.

Her mother’s fears were true to an extent. She was 22 and hadn’t ever had a serious boyfriend due to the slim selection of males, the majority having been sent off to war. But Eliza’s focus was on a different set of experiences she had missed out on. Like the fact that she hadn’t had the opportunity to attend a real university, had to earn her degree online. Or the fact that she hadn’t been able to escape Albany’s clutches when she was eighteen like she had always planned on. Not necessarily the lack of romance in her life.

Regardless, she and her two sisters were shipped off at 9 o clock Saturday morning like her mother promised. Angelica was merely annoyed at the fact that she was now even farther away from her secret fiancé and Peggy was as easy going as always, even mentioning how she was excited with the prospect of meeting new people, a luxury they had been denied for the past few months. Eliza felt indifferent at first, watching her large childhood home disappear from view, then all at once, excitement.

The moment they were settled in their aunt and uncle’s house, they were instructed to get dressed for some sort gathering with the army’s officers. An assembly.

Begrudgingly, Eliza allowed Angelica to curl her hair, a gray sweater dress with black tights and maroon heeled ankle boots. Her sisters wore more elaborate, skin showing dresses and heels, but she opted for comfort. No one was ever going to notice her next to Angelica anyways, no matter how much she dressed up.

The room was warm and buzzing by the time the three sisters enter, the center of the room appeared to be the dance floor, refreshments to the left, the bar on the other side. The problem in Albany seemed to be reversed in Morristown, for every female was surrounded by at least three soldiers. They all appeared to have put an effort in their appearance, their uniforms mostly wrinkle free, buttons shining.

Angelica was immediately approached, her dazzling, charming smile lighting up her face as she agreed to the nameless soldier’s invitation to dance. She looked over her bare shoulder and winked at her sisters shamelessly.

“Isn’t she engaged?” Peggy asked with an annoyed tone to her voice.

“What happens in Morristown, Peg, stays in Morristown.”

“Pretty sure that’s Vegas. I’m going to see if I can flirt enough with that bartender to get a beer. Heaven knows ’m gonna need it.”

Eliza laughed, watching her younger sister disappeared into the crowd. She made a mental note to make sure she didn’t drink too much. She examined the room once more, content with the people watching aspect of the night rather than the dancing. She bit her glossy lower lip, a nervous habit of hers as she meandered further into the room. She chatted with a few of the people she recognized but mainly kept to herself. She rolled her eyes when she noticed her older sister on probably her fourth dance of the night with a different soldier, a bit amused by her flirtatiousness.

The heavy doors suddenly slam open, and the General enters the room. All the soldiers suddenly reported to attention, saluting him. He waved them off and Eliza wondered if he really felt as uncomfortable as he looked. The crowd suddenly got to be a bit much, so she started to retreat, barely making it to the edge. But then her world suddenly stopped.

Next to General Washington, stood probably the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. His long hair was pulled back from his face into a neat ponytail, his uniform crisp and buttons shining like the rest of the officers. His skin was the most beautiful gold shade she had ever seen, but his eyes. God, his eyes were the most beautiful color she had ever seen. A soft, dark brown. They seemed… calculating.

She hadn’t noticed that she was staring so obviously until he looked back at her. Her cheeks flushed bright red and she looked away quickly, but still felt his intense gaze. She peeked back at him after a moment or two, and their eyes met. He smirked, not even attempting to pretend like he hadn’t been watching her. A small smile formed on her still flushed cheeks in response and she quickly looked away again. She watched out of the corner of her eyes as he took a step toward her, but halted in response to something the General said. Damn George Washington.

She didn’t see him reappear for a good forty minutes and her heart sunk more with each passing moment. Had some pressing war duty pulled him away for the evening? He must have been important for him to be as close to the General as he appeared to be.

Just as she was about to lose hope, he entered the room again. He appeared to be troubled, a crease between his brow. Okay, Eliza. Go talk to him. He was clearly into you, just go and introduce yourself. She mentally gave herself a pep talk as she gathered to her feet. As she slowly made her way through the crowd, her heart skipped a beat when she noticed the unmistakable curls that belonged to her sister gazing in his direction too. She took a step forward and suddenly Eliza found herself lunging forward to grab her arm. “He’s mine,” She said with such conviction it startled herself. “Please.”

Angelica turned and grinned at her, obviously pleased. She tapped the side of her forefinger under Eliza’s chin before she spun on her heels and made her way through the crowd which seemed to part for her like the red sea.

Eliza watched in horror as Angelica latched onto his arm. The two had a brief conversation before she led him straight in Eliza’s direction. Fuck what the fuck was she going to say? Peggy had chosen this moment to reappear at Eliza’s side and sipped obnoxiously at her mostly empty glass.

She can hear the last exchange of their conversation when they get closer.

“Where are you taking me?”

“I’m about to change your life.” Angelica beamed as they finally were in front of each other. He was even more beautiful up close.

His face lit up with recognition when their eyes met once more, the third time that evening. “Elizabeth Schuyler. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She blurted out, her heart pounding.

He smirked in reply, turning to face Angelica. “Schuyler?”

“My sister,” Angelica replied proudly.

“Thank you for your service.” She held out her hand, her cheeks still flushed.

He took a step closer to her and instead of shaking her hand like she had expected, he fucking bowed and pressed a kiss to the back of her sweating palm. “If it takes fighting a war for us to have met, it will have been worth it.”

Eliza couldn’t help the dopey smile that formed on her cheeks, ignoring Peggy’s unsubtle scoff. Angelica elbowed Peggy, the smile from before still on her face. “I’ll leave you to it.”

She was suddenly very much aware that their hands were still entwined, how he seemed to have no intention of letting go and how calloused his palms were. Before she even realized what was happening, she was suddenly swept into his arms as a slower song played over the speakers.

They spent the entire evening with each other. Eliza learned that his name was Alexander Hamilton, that he was a colonel, 24, head secretary of the General’s and had immigrated from Nevis when he was nineteen. His favorite color was green, he hated Shakespeare and loved writing.

She, in turn, shared with him random facts about herself. Her favorite color was blue, she played piano and had done so since she was six, she had her bachelors degree in social work, her sisters were her best friends and that she loved Shakespeare.

All in all, she was smitten by the end of the night.

Once the night came to a close, Angelica retrieved her, a tipsy Peggy beside her, who was giggling quietly at nothing. “Afraid it’s time to get this one home.”

Eliza wasn’t able to hide the look of disappointment that flooded her features. Angelica sighed, rolled her eyes before retreating. “I’ll be in the car. Five more minutes.”

Alexander chuckled as Eliza turned to face him. “She’s sure full of fire, isn’t she?”

“Which one?”

“Both.”

“Yes. Both is correct.”

Alexander hummed in reply, laced their fingers together and pulled her to a more secluded part of the quickly emptying room. “I rather enjoyed spending this evening with you, Eliza.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “Me too. But, um. With you.”

He smirked again, laughing when she nudged him away again. She didn’t stop it when he quickly closed the small amount of distance she had managed to make. “You’re staying with the Cochran’s, yes?” When she nodded, he continued, “If the General and yourself would allow it, maybe I can come visit you and those crazy sisters of yours.” Her smile must have faded slightly because he chuckled again. “Mainly for you, doll. Don’t worry.”

“I think I’d like that.” She smiled at him again but smacked his hands away when they landed on her waist. “Only, don’t call me doll. Ever again.”

“What should I call you, then?”

“Eliza.”

“But everyone gets’s to call you Eliza. I wanna be special to you.”

Her cheeks flushed again and she bit her lower lip, debating. “Betsey.” She said suddenly, her eyes meeting his again.

His dark eyes sparkled with amusement. “Betsey?”

“Mhm. It was my nickname as a girl. No one ever calls me it anymore, so it’s special.”

“Betsey, then. I like it.” She didn’t stop when his hands made their way to her slim waist once more. “Can I kiss you, Betsey?”

She nodded, afraid her voice would crack and ruin the moment. She let her eyes fall closed when his nose skimmed against hers and then suddenly his chapped lips were on her own. It was too short. Her breath hitched when he pulled away. After a moment, her eyelids slowly fluttered open and found him watching her.

“Don’t fall in love with me, Betsey.”

That was unexpected. “What?”

“I’m nothing but trouble. Ask anyone here. Don’t fall in love with me.” His intense gaze burned into her.

“Someone sure is confident in himself.” She raised an eyebrow. With anyone else, this behavior would have been crass and a deal breaker. But she found herself unable to pull away. Her tone was seething with sarcasm, but she already knew she was lying. “I won’t fall in love with you.”

“Good.” He smiled, pressed their lips together again for another too short of a kiss and dropped his hands that were still on her waist. “I’ll see you Monday.”

“Monday?”

“My next day off.”

She nodded and he backed away, gesturing for her to lead. She did, and he followed her out to the venue’s main entrance where her sisters were waiting in the hopefully warm car.

“Goodbye, Betsey.”

“See you Monday, Alexander.”

True to his word, he showed up Monday afternoon. And then Wednesday afternoon, Saturday evening and occasionally Sunday afternoons. Every free moment he had, he was spending with her. The thought just made her heart soar.

He started writing to her, too. As if making her blush constantly while they were together wasn’t enough. He wrote long letters after every one of his visits and they were delivered to her by his own hand at the beginning of the next. His words rivaled Shakespeare’s. They made her feel so helpless like she didn’t have a choice or not to love him. It honestly alarmed her.

They took long walks despite the cold weather, bundled up in scarves and hats and thick wool socks and boots. He even took her and her sisters sledding with a few of his other friends from Washington’s staff. They cuddled together and shared a mug of hot cocoa by the fire afterward, long after her sisters had gone to bed.

They kissed a lot too. He was an amazing kisser, knowing exactly the right amount of teeth and tongue. He knew when it was okay for him to hover over her or crowd her into a wall and when she still wanted to be kissed but needed space.

He seemed to be perfect. She had all but forgotten about his warning a month into their relationship. They were on a walk, the fresh layer of snow and frost created an amazing spread around all the foliage on the trail they loved to walk. It was a goodbye of some sorts. Washington needed Hamilton to accompany him on a prisoner exchange mission, so he’d be gone for a week or two. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do without him. She made some comment about it being a winter wonderland, oblivious to the fact that he had retreated a few feet until she felt the powdery snowball hit her shoulder.

She gasped mockingly and spun around in a slow circle to face him and glared. “Did you really just throw a snowball at a lady?” His response was to throw another one, one that landed squarely on her face. It didn’t hurt at all, but she acted like it did, her gloved hands moving to cradle her nose.

“Oh my God, Betsy, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—“ He was cut off by her scooping up snow and shoving it into the hood of his jacket before she ran away, cackling at his reaction. Suddenly, it was a full-blown war, full of laughter and hiding. About five minutes in, she abandoned her ammo and ran at him full speed, knocking him to the ground while they both laughed hard, breathlessly.

She beamed at him when they managed to catch their breath, her thighs were still straddling his stomach, purple knit beanie now crooked on her head. Her dark hair acted as a curtain from the outside world when she leaned down to kiss him softly. She pulled away after a sweet, short kiss and gazed down at him. He looked so peaceful, his black hair a contrast to the powdery white snow. His eyes were still closed and a pretty smile grazed his lips. The words flew out of her mouth on their own accord. “I love you.”

His eyes flew open and suddenly the moment was broken. “What?”

She realized what she said and stumbled over her words. She slid off him and into the snow when he suddenly got to his feet. She was feeling once again breathless but in a much less good way.

He paced for a moment, the snow crunched beneath his feet. He spun to face her so suddenly, an unreadable expression on his face. “I told you not to fall in love with me.” His tone was colder then she’d ever heard.

“I. I’m sorry, I didn’t. I didn’t—“

“I need to get back.” He didn’t offer her a hand getting back up, nor did he wrap an arm around her shoulders as he had on the first half of their walk. The air was tense the entire way back to her aunt’s, Eliza had to fight tears the whole way.

He didn’t walk her to the door but leaned against the dingy door of the car he and his fellow aides shared, watched her climb the porch of her aunt’s home. She turned to face him once her hand touched the doorknob but found that he was already climbing back into the car.

Hurt, embarrassed and angry, she threw the door open and bounded up the stairs, headed straight for the bedroom she and her sisters were sharing. She buried her face in her pillow and cried. For as full as he made her heart feel before, it appeared he also had broken it twice as badly.

Once her sisters managed to pry the story out of her, Angelica was pissed. She had started to pull on her boots and grumbled something about kicking his sorry ass and who cares about a little snow, she could walk that far. She made it halfway to the entrance of the house before Eliza essentially tacked her, tearfully begged her not to do anything, that she just wanted to forget that the entire thing ever happened. Angelica relented and the three sisters all into their twenties managed to share the same bed for the night.

At first, it seemed her solution of forgetting she ever met Hamilton seemed to be a plausible thing. But then, the first of the letters arrived. He was away on the prisoner exchange, so she wondered how on earth he managed to even send her one. She noticed the stamp in the corner, an expensive one that told the deliverer that it was urgent, she learned from her discussions with him about his work. Enclosed in the letter was another one of those ‘emergency stamps’, presumedly for her to use. She read the first line of his letter then ripped it to shreds and found she felt oddly satisfied afterward.

But then, a few days later, another one showed up. When she didn’t reply to that, another one showed up. The process continued for the entire two weeks he was absent, and she didn’t open a single one of his letters besides the first. She only knew he’d returned through Angelica, because apparently now he was harassing her through email.

A month and a half from their initial arrival to Morristown, their mother reluctantly allowed them to return when all three of them agreed that it was a bust. Eliza packed with a heavy heart and found herself constantly gazing at the six unopened letters from Hamilton.

No. He made his position very clear. Whatever they had wasn’t supposed to be a long-lasting thing. She couldn’t embarrass herself anymore. She refused to.

The day before their father was due to arrive to pick them up, Alexander showed up in the middle of a fucking snow storm. Even Angelica wasn’t so cruel to turn him away, so they ushered him inside and their uncle found him a change of clothes.

They sat in front of the fire afterward, a tense silence. Angelica sat between them on the love seat and refused to budge an inch.

“Ang, can you give us a minute?” Eliza’s resolve seemed to break all at once. She offered her big sister a small smile. “I’m fine.”

Angelica stood up and stared at Alexander for an uncomfortably long moment before she sauntered from the room.

“Did you read my letters?”

“No.” She said and winced internally at her sharp tone. “Thought those stamps were only for emergencies.”

“This was,” Alexander said evenly, turning to face her. She refused to really meet his eyes, instead staring ahead at the fire. “I had permission from the General. Don’t worry.”

“What did the letters say, then? Must have been pretty important.”

“They were apologies. Rightfully lengthy ones. You were so brave and kind to say that, Betsey, and I’m so sorry I reacted the way I did.”

Eliza swallowed back the lump in her throat. “It’s. I don’t want your apology. Not your fault you don’t feel the same. You assumed I knew this was a more casual thing and was freaked out when you figured out I didn’t. It’s fine. I just wanted to get back to Albany with just a shard of my dignity left—“

“They were also explanations. As to why I reacted the way I did. And the shit you just spouted off was definitely not one of them.” He said almost sharply.

“Then explain to me what I’m missing!” She snapped, turning to glare at him.

“I’ve been ready to die since I was fourteen years old, Betsey.” He said suddenly, gazing intensely into her eyes. What? What did that mean? He barreled on before she could ask. “My entire life back in Nevis I wished for a war because then I could prove myself. Prove that I was more than an orphaned bastard,” He paused, swallowing roughly. “So. When I was lucky enough to come here and enroll in the military, I thought to myself fucking finally. Because this was my chance. This was my chance to die an honorable death and make a name for myself.” Eliza wasn’t able to contain her gasp of horror. Alexander laughed bitterly and ran a hand down his exhausted face. “Fuck. You’re the only person who has changed my mind, Betsey.” He scooted closer to her, his dark eyes wide and pleading. They begged her to understand. “And that’s fucking terrifying to me. I knew from the moment we met that you were special, that you were going to give me a run for my money. That’s why I told you that the first night. I didn’t want my plans to change. I was terrified of my plans changing.” He hesitated before he grabbed one of her hands, pressed a few kisses to her knuckles when she didn’t pull away. “So I fucked up when you said what you did, even though I already knew it had happened. Hearing it out loud was just… too much. It was so scary,” he grabbed her other hand pressed more kisses to it reverently. “But none of that was as scary as the idea of living without you. I love you, Elizabeth Schuyler. I love you so much and these past few weeks have been hell.”

She let out a small, wet laugh, looking down at their hands. “They have for me too.”

“Can you forgive me, then?” He asked quietly, hopefully.

She kissed him instead of replying, their tears mixed together on their cheeks.

“Thank god.” He sighed and Eliza laughed, their foreheads still rested together. “Um. There’s more if you want to hear.”

“Of course,” she smiled and pulled away to look at him as she wanted to really sink in every piece of information she was getting from him.

“Okay. And I need you to know that it’s okay if this is too fast or too crazy because I’ll wait for as long as it takes if you’ll have me.” He said, his voice contained a nervous tone she’d never heard before.

“What?” She frowned at him when he stood up from the couch and watched as he sunk down to one knee in front of her. Her eyes opened wide with realization, tears formed in her eyes and flowed down her cheeks instantaneously.

“For the longest time… I’ve felt like I was floating. Like I have no purpose. I think that’s what I’ve been searching so hard for in this war. Why I fought so hard to get off that damned island,” he paused, shaking his head. “Then I meet you and you’re like. You’re it. I know you’re it because the thought of losing you scares me more than the thought of dying.” A small sob left her mouth at that sentiment. He grinned at her before he took her hand to continue on. “You’re my purpose, Betsey. You’re why we’re fighting this damn war, you’re why I’m now going to start fighting to come home. You’re my anchor. I love you so much, and I know I’m never going to want to be with anyone else again after feeling what I feel with you.” He paused to fish something out of his jeans pocket and retrieved a small, bronze ring with an opal stone on the front. “Know it’s not a lot, but it’s all I have, and. And it was my mama’s.”

She interrupted him to interject, “It’s beautiful.”

He beamed at her and Eliza was just now noticing how badly his hands were shaking. “I promise to spend the rest of our lives making you as happy as you make me. Will you marry me? Please?”

She nodded once, not trusting her voice.

“Yeah?” He asked, a soft, gently and dopey smile on his face as he leaned forward to kiss her mouth.

“Yeah.” She said once he pulled away. “Yes.” She held out her left trembling hand, watching as he slid the ring onto her finger.

“Perfect fit,” he said softly, looking down at her hand. They kissed again and again, lost in their own world. “I love you,” he said again after both their mouths were swollen and kiss bruised.

She hummed before she cuddled under his arm, the pair laid out against the plush rug in front of the fireplace. “You know, um. Perfect timing.”

“Hm?”

“You chose the perfect time to ask me.”

“Oh? Why’s that?”

“Dad’s supposed to be here tomorrow morning.”

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mirkwoodshewolf · 7 years ago

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Chapter 6; Preparing for war

Finally I have some time to post up some more chapters of Bad wolf in Civil War. I’m coming down to the wire with finishing my first semester of college so for anyone who has finals coming up in the next couple weeks I wish you ALL luck, even though I’m not taking exams, I’m still doing papers that count as my finals and THAT takes a LOT out of me so pray for me. Anyways hope you guys enjoy this chapter :)

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“Nice to see you too old man, but shouldn’t you be retired?”

“Yeah I was supposed to be taking the kids water skiing, Laura’s definitely gonna kill me for bailing. But I retire for what five minutes and it all goes to shit”.

Clint then unlocked my cell and got me out of my chains and my muzzle and helped me up when he took notice of my scarred face,

“Damn what the hell happened to you kid?”

“I found out the reason why dogs hate cats”.

“Ha so I win the bet right!?”

“You wish. I had that pussy cat pinned and would’ve won had the Man not shot me down”.

“Damn that’s rough, but I still won, you owe me 50 bucks after all this is over”.

“No I don’t”.

“Yes you do”. The two of us walked out covertly and Clint got me into a large white van and began to drive off.

“Did Steve call you in?”

“In a way yeah, right now I’m taking you to a Helicarrier I’ve got ready for us to get Wan out of her pin”. As we drove on, I suddenly picked up a scent. A very familiar scent.

“Pull over”.

“What?”

“Pull over now!” I demanded as my eyes phased to wolf gold telling him that I was now playing around. He pulled the truck over and I immediately ran out of it as Clint called out to me.

“(Y/n)! What the hell are you doin!?”

“Go get Mama Bear and meet us back here!” I called out to him.

“Why aren’t you gonna come!? They’ll be looking for you!”

“BECAUSE I KNEW BUCKY BARNES!!” I screamed out as I disappeared into the streets and began tracking Bucky’s scent.

As I was tracking down his scent, I had to be extremely careful because there were cops and choppers everywhere. I lifted my hoodie over my head and put on dark sunglasses to hide my face and I kept my head lowered to the ground. Suddenly I found the trace of Bucky’s scent.

I soon arrived at an old warehouse and quietly entered through an open window in the back. I walked along the warehouse silently and I began to hear Steve’s voice say.

“Dead—the bombing, the setup, the doctor did all of that just to get 10 minutes with you. I need you to do better than “I don’t know””.

“He wanted to know about Siberia. Where I was kept, he wanted to know exactly where”. I heard Bucky’s voice say.

“Why would he need to know that?”

“Because he’s not the only Winter Soldier”. I said as I came out from behind the door. I removed my hood and took off my glasses and stared at the three men before me.

“(Y/n) what the hell are you doing here? You could’ve been seen!” Steve said furiously.

“Yeah well I wasn’t spotted, I know how to blend in well, plus I needed to see him,” I gestured to Bucky.

I walked up towards Bucky and said to him as I released his metal arm from the vice that was holding him in place,

“About 9 years ago you were sent on a mission in Siberia but as you were coming back you were attacked by a pack of rapid wolves. You were severely injured and was about to be killed by their Alpha until a larger wolf came in and saved you. Do you remember that night?”

“How do you know that?” He asked me.

“Because I was that wolf that saved you. That’s why you looked at me with such familiarity when you saw me in my wolf form. Am I wrong?” Bucky softly chuckled and said.

“No, you’re not. God who would’ve thought Bad Wolf was really a kid underneath”.

“Not to add salt to the wound of your ego but I was only nine years old when I saved you”. The two of us chuckled softly but then Sam had to ruin the moment.

“Hate to impose on whatever’s going on here, but what did you mean that he wasn’t the only Winter Soldier She-wolf?”

“He’s right. Who were they?” Steve said.

“Their most elite death squad, more kills than anyone in Hydra history and that was before the serum”. Bucky explained.

“They all turn out like you?” asked Sam.

“Worse” Bucky stated plain and simple.

“The doctor, could he control them?” Steve questioned.

“Enough” Bucky answered his friend.

“Said he wanted to see an empire fall” Steve said.

“With these guys, he could do it. They speak 30 languages, can hide in plain sight, infiltrate, assassinate, destabilize—”.

“Basically they could take down a whole country in one night you’d never see them coming” I finished for Bucky. Sam then walked up to Steve and the two of them began talking while Bucky and I remained sitting together. I turned to him and I said. “You know you could’ve left me there to bleed to death but you stayed. I never got to say this because I couldn’t speak but—thank you, Bucky Barnes”. I allowed a tear to fall down my face and I felt a rough but smooth human hand cup my cheek wiping the tear away.

“I should really be the one thanking you. Had you not broke free of your prison, I wouldn’t be here today and find how who I really was instead of what Hydra made me to be”. I smiled and took his hand and nuzzled into it.

For the first time I had finally found someone who was just like me. Long before I even knew Pietro and Wanda I did for a short time have Bucky in my life. Secretive and silent at the time but his actions spoke way louder than any words of comfort that both the twins had given me after my time with HYDRA.

“We need to move”. Steve said and soon all four of us were piled into a very small blue buggy and we soon took off with Steve as the driver, Sam in the front seat and Bucky and I were in the back.

We drove for hours in the small buggy until we reached underneath a bridge where another car was parked.

As Steve stopped the car and got out, I took notice that Sharon Carter got out of the driver’s seat of the other car and she walked towards the trunk of her car as she and Steve began to talk to each other.

“Can you move your seat up?” asked Bucky.

“No” Sam stated sternly.

“Come on Birdbrain lay off” I stated. Bucky then scooted over slightly towards me but tried to give me enough room. It was then I saw Steve and Sharon share a kiss.

Okay now I’m all in up for Steve trying to score a date here but it felt kinda wrong that he was kissing his ex-girlfriend’s niece and Peggy had only been gone for barely a day. But when I turned I saw Sam and Bucky smiling and grinning like fools at Steve’s kiss while Steve just stared at them.

Once we had gotten our weapons and outfits, Steve drove us to the airport where I saw the same white truck Clint had picked me up at parked underneath one of the parking garages. Steve stopped the car and finally I was able to get out of the small buggy and stretch out my legs.

It was then I saw Wanda get out of the front seat along with Clint. I rushed up to Wanda and when she saw me we hugged each other tightly.

“Oh Mama Bear I’m so sorry I didn’t come back but I had just found out about—”

“Shhh, shh I know, Clint told me.” We separated and just like a real Mama Bear, she gasped as she saw my face and said, “Wolfie, what happened to your face? Who did this to you?”

“One mean putty cat I’ll just say that, I got it defending him but it was totally worth it” I said gesturing to Bucky who remained by the buggy.

“Thanks for having my back” Steve said to Wanda. She shrugged and said.

“It was time to get off my ass, plus someone hurt my Wolfie, I won’t take that lying down”. She wrapped an arm around me and leaned her head against mine and kissed my temple.

“How about our other recruit?” Steve said to Clint.

“He’s rarin’ to go, had to put a little coffee in him—but he should be good” as Clint opened the door it revealed a man known as Scott Lang.

Apparently last year while at the Avengers facility, Sam had a run-in with someone who was able to shrink himself to the size of an insect on a dime and manage to bring him down by destroying his wings from the inside. When Sam went to investigate who it was, it turned out that this man was known as Ant-Man or as the public knows him as Scott Lang.

“What time zone is this?” asked Scott as he hopped out of the van. Clint only gestured for him to get out and when he saw Steve he was flabbergasted. “Captain America”.

“Mr. Lang”.

“It’s an honor. I’m shaking your hand too long. Wow! This is awesome! Captain America, I know you too you’re great! With the—” he began to fanboy at all of us. First he mimicked one of Wanda’s poses which made her smile then he turned to me and said, “Oh wow! And you’re that She-wolf girl. You’re awesome too! Beautiful wolf form too!” That made me smile knowing that he at least had an appreciation for wolves.

Scott continued to fanboy as he just marveled at Steve and tapped his shoulders feeling his muscles before saying.

“Jeez, ahh, look I wanna say, I know you know a lot of super people so…thanks for thinking of me. Hey man!” He then stated to Sam.

“What’s up tic-tac?” Sam stated bluntly still kinda being a sore loser about how he got his butt kicked by a small little guy.

“Uhh good to see you. Look, what happened last time when I—”

“It was a great audition but it’ll—it’ll never happen again” Sam scoffed out.

“They tell you what we’re up against?” Steve asked him. Scott’s attention went back to Steve as he said.

“Something about some psycho-assassins?”

“We’re outside the law on this one, so if you come with us you’re a wanted man”.

“Yeah well what else is new?” Scott asked like it wasn’t his first rodeo of being an outlaw.

“We should get moving” Bucky stated.

“We got a chopper lined up” said Clint. Suddenly the alarms started buzzing and a German announcement came over the PA.

“They’re evacuating the airport” stated Bucky.

“Stark” said Sam.

“Stark?” Scott asked in shock.

“Suit up” commanded Steve.

As we all got prepared in our suits, I saw Bucky sitting down like an outcast while the rest of the team was talking about the plan of attack. I tilted my head and walked up towards Bucky and sat down beside him.

“You don’t have to do this, I know you must’ve missed her for the past couple of days”.

“I know, but I don’t want you to be alone”. I said. I then took a bit leap and placed my head on his metal arm. He tensed up but then relaxed and he even wrapped his metal arm around my head and stroked my hair.

“So she calls you Wolfie?” I snorted out a chuckle and said.

“Oh god I knew that nickname would come and bite me in the ass someday”.

“No, no it’s cute. It suits you, did she come up with it?”

“No I came up with Mama Bear for her, it was—” I paused and looked down sadly thinking about Pietro.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have—”

“No, no, no it’s fine. It’s just—it was her twin brother who came up with Wolfie. We lost him a year ago, but—now’s really not the time to talk about it”. He nodded in understandment then to get the mood back up again I continued, “But I do think it’s only fair that I get to give you a nickname too since you now know mine”.

“Oh really?”

“Really”. I smiled then I began to think on what I should call him, hell maybe fitting in with the bear theme I said “how about Bucky-bear?” And for probably the first time, Bucky let out an actual heart-filled laugh.

“Alright Wolfie, Bucky-bear it is”. As the two of us just sat there and chatted with each other, we were both unaware of Wanda and Clint staring at us.

“Seems she’s finally found herself a new man”. Said Clint.

“Indeed, but she’s not in love with him in that way”. Wanda stated.

“You worried?”

“No. Barnes is the only real person who seems to understand Wolfie, far better than Pietro and I ever did, unlike us she didn’t go to Hydra, Hydra found her and killed her family right before her at the prime of her youth. Twisted her and tortured her until she became the beast they wanted. Just like they did to Bucky when they first found him after he fell from the train. The two of them belong together, they draw strength from each other, just like Pietro and I did after we lost our parents”. Clint placed his hand on Wanda’s shoulder and said.

“He’d be proud of both of you”. Wanda softly smiled and it was at that moment Steve told us to get into position.

#captain america civil war #captain america fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x teen reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x teen reader #wanda maximoff x reader #bad wolf

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daddymenrah · 8 years ago

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MC Menrah

A/N: Idk if this has been done before but if it has pls tell me what to call it lol. Just some songs that remind me of Rami and Co. Yes, before you ask; my music taste is superior to everyone in the universe’s. Feel free to ask why I picked certain songs, tell me which ones you like or hate etc. I wanna know.

LET ME KNOW IF I INTRODUCED YOU TO ANY NEW JAMS!

Elliot

Cherry - Chromatics

Got Your Money - Ol’ Dirty Bastard ft. Kelis

World Destruction - Time Zone

Day N’ Nite- Kid Cudi

White Noise- Disclosure

Life Is Killing Me- Type O Negative

Guerilla Radio - Rage Against the Machine

Stricken - Disturbed

My Own Hell - Five Finger Death Punch

Something In the Way - Nirvana

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

Break Stuff - Limp Bizkit

I Do Coke - Kill the Noise

House of Balloons / Glass Table Girls - The Weeknd

Same Ol’ Mistakes - Rihanna

Rehab - Amy Winehouse

Paper Planes - M.I.A.

L$D - A$AP Rocky

Insomnia (Original Mix) - Faithless

Hands On the Wheel - Schoolboy Q ft. A$AP Rocky

Rami

Bark at the Moon - Ozzy Osbourne

Groove Is In the Heart - Deee-Lite

Marigold - Nirvana

24K Magic - Bruno Mars (Shoot me in the fucking face for adding this one it’s so bad but so catchy this one’s for you @mr-musings)

Sex On Fire - Kings of Leon

Suck My Kiss - Red Hot Chilli Peppers

I Feel It Coming - The Weeknd

Doomsday - MF Doom

Hip to Be Square - Huey Lewis & The News

L-O-V-E - Nat King Cole

Your Love - The Outfield

Nothin’ But a Good Time - Poison

Waiting In Vain - Bob Marley & The Wailers

Holding Back the Years - Simply Red

Every Little Thing - The Police

Shoop - Salt-N-Pepa

On & On - Erykah Badu

Pony - Ginuwine (Story behind this one, I was listening to it while reading some rami fic and it made me imagine this: you go over to rami’s after a date for a drink and he offers to put some relaxing music on, you agree, he goes over to his sound system and fiddles with it for ages until he finally manages to find the play button and this song comes fucking blasting through the speakers. He spills his drink, turns bright red and apologises.)

Candy - Cameo

Try a Little Tenderness - Otis Redding

Josh

I Don’t Wanna Be Me - Type O Negative

The Motherload - Mastodon

Down With the Sickness - Disturbed

Dying Breed - Five Finger Death Punch

Gets Me Through - Ozzy Osbourne

Madhouse - Anthrax

Do You Like Jungle - Jayline

Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through the Strip - Nirvana

Bad Guy - 21 Savage

Party Monster - The Weeknd

Sex Reflex - Bile

The Becoming - Nine Inch Nails

In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida - Iron Butterfly

Kiss It Better - Rihanna

Don’t Take Me For Granted - Social Distortion

Red Lipstick - Rihanna

Excuse Me - A$AP Rocky

Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge

Chop Suey! - System of a Down

Just Lose It - Eminem

Clint Eastwood - Gorillaz

Drum and Bass Father - Devilman

Ahkmenrah (12)

(idek why half of these remind me of him tbh, maybe it’s cuz I can see him dancing like a total nerd to them???)

Let’s Groove - Earth, Wind & Fire

Fade - Kanye West

Live For - The Weeknd

Wanderlust - The Weeknd

CHA CHA - D.R.A.M.

Funky Town - Lipps Inc. (Listen to this while watching that gif of him dancing at the DJ decks pls)

My Neck, My Back (This is another one to listen to with the gif mentioned previously)

Controlla - Drake

Still Of the Night - Whitesnake

Forever Young - Def Leppard

Turn to Dust - Def Leppard

It’s Tricky - Run DMC

Hotline Bling - Drake (Oh look, another song that goes with that fucking gif)

Snafu

Never, Never Gonna Give Ya Up - Barry White

Dirty Love - Motörhead

Cold Sweat - Thin Lizzy

Blackout - Scorpions

Top Jimmy - Van Halen

Zatar - MF Doom

You Drive Me Wild- The Runaways

Some Velvet Morning - Nancy Sinatra

You Don’t Own Me - Lesley Gore

Buona Sera - Louis Prima

It’s Late - Ricky Nelson

Big Spender - Peggy Lee

That Old Black Magic - Louis Prima

Desperado - Rihanna

She’s a Knockout - Social Distortion

Funnel of Love - Wanda Jackson

Calendar Girl - Neil Sedaka

Jukebox Joints - A$AP Rocky

Do You Wanna Touch Me - Joan Jett

Video Games - Lana Del Rey

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dont-be-petty-be-peggy-blog · 8 years ago

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Caramel Mocha with a side of Roses

Angelica works in a small cafe across the street from a flower shop, which Thomas works at. Let’s just say they have a few run ins with close friend groups. *cough* Eliza works at the flower store and Alex hates going to the store to see Thomas when he just wants to see his girlfriend.

“Hi, I’m Eliza! Your new co-worker.” A petite girl with big almond eyes and long flowing dark hair.

“Thomas.” You said.

“So you’ve been working here long.” She made small chit chat pulling strands of hair behind her ear.

“I guess, 6-7 months maybe.”

“Wow. I think I’ve seen you in school before?”

“You do seem familiar, it’s hard forget someone as cheery as you.” You laughed.

She giggled asking,”Ever been to that coffee shop ‘cross the street.”

“Nope.”

“Wanna go sometime?”

“Sure. How about, tomorrow for our break.”

“Why not?” I smiled, she was sweet but I wasn’t interested.

“Hey, Betsy.” Angelica kissed my head pulling my hair behind my ears.

“Hi Angie.” Eliza chirped.

“How was work?”

“Good my co-worker Thomas is super nice.”

“I work at the coffee shop across the street.”

“Really I thought it was on Pine?”

“Nope, mixing up Pine and Cherry.”

“We’re going tomorrow, me and Thomas see you then sis.”

You pulled your hair back into a half up and put on your apron. Checking the time 3:11pm; right on time, you started at 3:15. Eliza must be across the street right now.

“Hey Angelica got some roses from that cute flower shop.” Theodosia said filling a vase, placing some orange roses in them.

You nodded taking your place at the register. It was a quiet day, nothing much happening. Till this tall dark and handsome guy walked in. Large curls dark skin, and oh god the cutest glasses, your legs were melting. Eliza walked out from behind him, giggling. They walked towards the counter. Eliza smiled widely at you.

“Hi,”pausing to fakery read the name tag you wore,”Angelica. I’d like an ice blended mocha.”

“I’d like a caramel mocha and madeleines.” He said placing down the madeleines on the counter.

His voice was making the butterflies in your stomach rise to your throat. You scanned the madeleines and typed up the orders.

“T-Thank you. It’ll be r-ready in a bit.”You stuttered. Damn.

You walked away the red blush brushing your cheeks. You got the drinks ready quickly. When you saw Eliza laughing her ass off and Thomas red. You knew something was up, sister senses.

“Thomas!” You yelled making eye contact raising an eyebrow at ‘Liza.

She said something to Thomas who turned redder. He walked up.

“Thanks Angelica.” He smirked trying not to make it seem like he was red.

You could play that game.

“Why of course, Thomas. Anytime.”You winked handing the drinks to him.

“Anytime, lovely.”

Honestly you thought flirting was unnecessary and you were bad but it just sorta happened. This continued on everyday. Usually without Eliza but he still got her drinks. Sometimes with flowers. Then he started appearing in school and then you realized this was Thomas Jefferson the one you zone out whenever Alexander mentions him. It was innocent flirting but Betsy, Peggy, even Theodosia doesn't believe you don’t like him. Maybe it was just the rush of flirting or you liked him, you had no idea.

“Alex can be so annoying sometimes, always talking about, well, you, you’d think he’s dating you.” Eliza ranted.

“Honestly he’s an annoying bastard who has no actual arguments and he is always coming up with stupid solutions to problems he’s creating later in life. He wanted us to not help fund France, we need to keep trust. But I’ll admit paying off bonds did help, I guess.”

“Well your boyfriend needs to stop talking for once.” Eliza joked. “What’s up with you and Angelica?”

“W-What? Nothing.”

“All the flirting. Pu-lease. She likes you and your feeling aren't hard to pick up on.”

“Well what do you propose.”

She made a grabbing motion and you slid the large bottle of coke you were sharing. She took a swig and said, “Ask her out.”

So here you are with orange roses, her favorite. You walked up she saw you after leaving the store, she had your drink all ready.

“Hey, Tommy.” She purred, and laughed. She quickly stopped after realizing you weren’t.

“Thomas?”

“Well, Angelica, would you like to go on a date with me? You’re smart, so progressive and persuasive that you changed my opinions on feminism and equal rights, and your so witty and beautiful and-”

“Yes!”

“I know you said yes but can I ramble about your perfectness because you just deserve it.”

“Why don’t you shut up and kiss me because you deserve it for being so nice and even more perfect than me.”

“No you shut up, and kiss me.”

But Angelica was already hopping over the counter into my arms. You kissed and it felt like all those butterflies you’ve held in burst free. It was amazing, she was amazing.

“You’re so amazing.”

“No really you are, and you brought flowers.”

You kissed him quick.

“You know I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long. You taste like coffee.”

You broke out laughing.

“You’re such a dork Thomas.”

“Learned from the best babe.”

“I swear if you two are going to be that couple 1. get a room and 2. stop complimenting each other it’s too cute and annoying.” Theodosia yelled.

#if you didn't see #i asked if you maybe wanted headcannons #what do you think #Hamiliton #hamilton fan fiction #Hamilton Musical #alexander hamilton #thomas jefferson #Angelica Schuyler #thomas jefferson x angelica #tjeff #new fic #Don't be petty be peggy writes

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