#this was mostly just an excuse to make steve cry lol

[yikesharringrove]

Found out Steve’s house is like,,,, less than a mile away from the Byers’ house. Here’s this.

-

Jonathan sat bolt upright in his bed.

He heard something crashing around outside.

His heart was racing as he tossed back the covers.

He usually slept in jeans these days.

He came out into the hall to find Will, eyes wide, pale in the dark.

“You heard it too?” Jonathan just nodded at him, pulled Will behind him.

Joyce came running out of her room on the next crash, found both boys in the hallway.

She grit her jaw, ax in both hands, ready to defend.

They crept together through the kitchen, keeping Will between the two of them, listening for more sounds.

Something was in the woods.

She opened the door as quietly as she could peering outside.

There was another crash, the sound of branches crunching underfoot and-

“Sweetheart, what are you doing out here?”

Steve Harrington was breathing heavy, nailed bat held over his shoulder, his grip tight, ready.

He was covered in mud, his hair a fucking mess, big dark circles under his eyes.

“I, uh, I,” He was stammering, blinking around like he didn’t know where he was, what was happening.

Joyce just crossed the porch.

He flinched when she put her arm around him, leading him inside.

“Jonathan, get him some clothes, please.” Jonathan had to wrench himself from the spot.

Steve Harrington was in his house, King Steve, shaking and weak, and looking like he was three seconds from falling apart at the seams.

Jonathan came back with sweatpants and a sweater, found that his mother had deposited him into a kitchen chair.

He was paperwhite, like a fucking shadow of his old high and mighty self.

“Steve, what were you doing out there?” He blinked at Joyce slowly, like he didn’t even register he was being spoken to. She sighed. “Why don’t you go shower. Clean yourself up. You can sleep here.”

He seemed to startle back into himself.

“I can’t-”

“I’m not letting you go back through those woods tonight. Not when you look like you haven’t slept for a week.” He swallowed thickly. “Jonathan will show you the bathroom, and you can sleep on the sofa.”

“He can have my room!” Will piped up. “I can sleep with mom tonight.”

They broke apart slowly.

Steve refused to let Jonathan take the bat out of the bathroom as he left, made him think that Steve took it with him wherever he went.

The shower ran until it must’ve been frigid, until Joyce went and knocked on the door to see if he was okay.

Steve looked really small in Jonathan’s clothes, his hair limp against his forehead, but he looked slightly more alive, less like a dead body found in the woods.

“What were you doing out there?” Steve wasn’t looking at any of them.

“I just, sometimes I don’t think that they’re gone, and I need to, need to check.”

“El closed the gate. And Will’s okay, better than before, even.” He took a deep breath, his hands shaking, the handle of the bat resting against his calf.

“I didn’t even, one minute I’m having a, a nightmare, and the next, I’m in your shower. It’s like, it’s like I just blacked out, and I-” he clenched his jaw, bottom lip trembling.

His eyes were shining.

Jonathan thinks seeing Steve Harrington cry is probably the saddest thing he’s ever seen.

It’s not like he’s unaware of his fall from grace, of the way he went from most popular teenager in town to the laughing stock of even the theater kids. Hell, Jonathan had a hand in some of that, but for some reason, Jonathan still always saw him as this royalty.

And here he was, in Jonathan’s old sweater, trying not to cry at his kitchen table.

“Does that happen a lot? Blacking out?” His mom had put on that voice she only used when they were sick or overwhelmed.

Steve just nodded. He was all twisted into himself, arms hugging his stomach, slouched forward over the table.

“When was the last time you slept?” He shrugged. “Okay. That’s okay. Sleep here tonight. Should I call your parents? They’re probably worried if they heard you leave.”

“They’re not home. Haven’t been in months.” Jonathan saw something flash across his mom’s face before she was hauling Steve up, hugging him tightly before leading him to Will’s room.

Will was staring at where Steve had been sitting.

“Did he say, months?”

“Nancy told me his parents are hardly ever home.”

“I always hated Richard Harrington.” Joyce was back, ripping into a new pack of cigarettes, lighting one up. “You know, Hopper beat the crap out of him once. We were at a party, out by Lovers’ Lake, end of the school year. And Harrington was just, he had this way of talking like he was the only person with something important to say. Hopper just, he was so calm, he put out his cigarette, and punched him in the face.”

Will had one hand over his mouth. Jonathan was trying not to laugh.

“Don’t tell Hop I told you that.”

They all went back to bed slowly, Joyce checking on Steve before she turned in.

He was flopped on Will’s bed like he had fallen on top of it and fallen right asleep.

She covered him with a spare blanket.

-

He was still asleep well into the next afternoon, and had barely moved when evening came about.

“Are we sure he’s not dead?” Joyce threw Jonathan a look.

“He looked like he hadn’t slept in years, poor boy. Probably keeps himself awake for days on end and then just, passes out like this.”

They were cleaning up dinner when he finally stumbled into the sitting room, hair messy and eyes bleary.

Joyce shepherded him to the kitchen table, to a plate of leftovers.

He wolfed everything down, eating like a complete pig, his cheeks bulging.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like a human.”

He finally looked like a human, the color returning to his cheeks a bit. Joyce took a deep breath.

“What happened, last night?”

Steve stared down at his fork, turning it over in his hands.

“That happens sometimes.”

“You said that, you said it’s like you black out.” He clenched his jaw. “I’m worried about you.”

He smiled at Joyce a real charming smile that probably worked on the girls he flirted with and the fancy people he schmoozed at the country club.

“I’m okay, Mrs. Byers. I’m managing.” She scoffed, fixing him with a challenging stare.

“It’s alright if you’re struggling, I mean, we all-”

“Yeah, but you guys have really been affected by this shit. I’m just on the periphery.”

“Steve, Nancy and I would’ve died that night if you weren’t there.” Steve couldn’t look Jonathan in the eye. “And Dustin said you got all the kids out of the tunnels. You’re not just on the periphery, and I mean, saving lives like that probably weighs on you.”

Steve shook his head. He had a white-knuckled grip on his fork.

“It’s shitty for everyone. It doesn’t have to be worse for us than it is for you.” Steve bit his lip at Joyce’s calm tone.

“But it, it is.” And oh God, Steve was fucking crying, was sitting with his head down, hair over his face, shoulders tight and shaking. Crying. “I’m sorry.”

Joyce’s chair scraped on the ground as she moved to pull Steve into a tight hug.

“It’s okay. We’re here for you, Sweetheart.”

She let him cry into her sweater until his tears had more or less subsided.

“You’re always welcome here. If you’re feeling overwhelmed, or just lonely.”

“Shouldn’t say that. If I came here every time I was lonely you’d never be rid of me.”

Joyce just shook her head.

“Point still stands.”

-

Steve was sitting low in the passenger seat as Jonathan drove him home.

“I’m sorry.” Steve had been apologizing a lot after his breakdown.

“It’s okay, man.”

“No, I mean, like, I’m sorry. Like for everything. For, for how I treated you growing up, and , and that fight-”

“Steve, you’ve already apologized for this.” He had, shortly after the first Upside Down incursion.

“I know but, I mean it.” Jonathan just squeezed his shoulder with one hand, idling outside Steve’s house.

“You gonna be okay?” Steve looked at his house, sighing heavily.

“Can I get back to you on that one?” He smiled weakly at Jonathan, but it was an actual smile.

He took his bat with him into his house, waving at Jonathan from his front porch.

[rassvetsky]

Safe With Me

bucky barnes x reader

"Bucky didn't know how to deal with his own demons sometimes, but he was determined to keep you safe from yours."

[3k] | melancholic themes, a bit of angst but quite fluffy by the end, lashing out, a light-hearted argument, depressed reader, concerned bucky, hurt-comfort, platonic idiots, happy ending. beware that this was written right after a mental breakdown and it shows, lol

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

Despite not looking like it, Bucky was far more attentive than one would give him credit for. It's just that everyone around him seemed like they had their shit together- pretty much unlike him, a guy dealing with a continent's worth of trauma and guilt, and within the boundary of the sorrow that comes along with it; he wasn't the one to show his friendlier sides often.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that he didn't care- he did, he cared about everyone's well-being. But he didn't feel like he was strong enough at that moment to actually reach out to anybody if they were to need his help, in personal matters rather than business.

He was doing better though. Steve helped out a lot about that, even though it'd never feel like the way it did in the late 30's, he was still Bucky's guy and they'd be there until the end of the line, no matter what it took. Through Steve, Bucky was able to open up a bit to Sam too, the trio forming a wonderful brotherhood through their shared trauma and tendency to look out for others.

You came around then.

Always so cheery, cracking a joke to anybody who seemed to be on the edge between happiness and something worse- doing your best to keep them at bay. Keep their minds at the moment instead, even if it meant making a complete fool of yourself at times with incredibly shitty jokes that you just came up with on the spot, or a hug, mostly always initiated by you.

Bucky was astonished to see that such people would exist.

People that are naturally just happy, born a goofball, always aiming to make others happy in their own way. Whether it's with a thoughtfully baked batch of cookies for a group returning from a mission, or a Netflix & 'you can cry for as long as you need, i'm here' session; you seemed to always be there. Always be a warm shoulder for anybody to lay their heads on when things got tough.

That's what made you happy.

But would it be enough for a person? Not necessarily. Bucky knew that very well, knew how sometimes, things you did to stay happy would decline in effect, leaving you hopeless as you tirelessly looked for another way to keep your emotions the way they used to be. If you stopped looking, then that's when things would get miserable.

He started noticing it a few weeks before your initial breakdown.

Usually, your smile would linger on your lips after a joke or a thoughtful comment; but it seemed to fall as soon as the words left your lips and the attention was switched to something else. You wouldn't frown, no, but to see such a blank expression on your face that often, honestly worried him.

He didn't think much of it until the day where the Avengers were having some sort of a movie night, where they'd pause the movie every two seconds to fight over something pointless- you were laughing along with everybody. You seemed happy, just content to be there with everyone, their laughs on your mind and your gaze on their smiles.

You got up to get a refill on your beer after a while, the rest of the group deep in a debate about something Bucky couldn't exactly catch up with. He excused himself a couple of minutes after you left, deciding to join you in the kitchen before he could grab some water and go back up to his room.

He found you awfully quiet, hands gripping the sides of the counter as you leaned against it, eyes closed, chest heaving. You seemed pained with the way your brows were knitted, too deep in the ocean of your thoughts to notice that Bucky came after you, and that he was staring right at you. "Are you okay?"

You snapped out of it with a slight flinch, nodding far too fast for his liking. Sniffling a bit and patting the underside of your eyes with the back of your palm, you hummed, offering him a kind smile before taking a step back from the counter. "Sorry. Zoned out."

"Yeah, I could see that." he hummed, the ghost of a smile lingering on his lips as he just kept staring at you, almost as if he wanted you to go on, as if he wanted you to explain why. You didn't, though. You didn't know if you could.

"Um- did you need something?"

"No, not really. I was just here to get some water and, seeing you like that, I just- Everything okay?" his tone was softer than you got used to hearing from him.

"Everything's fine, Bucky. No worries." you replied, walking towards the refrigerator to pull out the water jug. "I think I'm gonna go up to my room for the night. Kinda tired."

"You could join me," he offered right away, cringing a bit when he realized how quickly he said it- as if he came there to say that, to start with. "I mean, I'm probably going to fall asleep to NatGeo but we could talk about lions and stuff before I did."

You chuckled at that, and he internally high-fived himself for the success.

"Would love to. Not tonight, though. I really wanna fall asleep and not to NatGeo, unfortunately."

He nodded, understanding. "Sure. Just pop by if you change your mind."

You nodded slowly before pouring two glasses of water, leaving one for him behind. "Will do, Sarge."

He couldn't help the dread he felt in his chest as he watched you walk away from the kitchen, towards the stairs.

The compound was awfully quiet.

Most were gone on missions, leaving the lucky few behind to enjoy the serenity of having the whole place to themselves. Within the earlier hours of the morning, Wanda took it upon herself to wake the remaining heroes up for a well-deserved breakfast, knowing well that none of them would get mad at her- her cooking was impeccable. Rhodey opted to steal one of the grilled cheese plates and go back to his room, leaving Bucky alone with Wanda as they ate in silence.

They were both surprised to hear the soft patter of your feet against the floor, quite later than they expected you to show up. You weren't the one to be late, not even to casual events.

And they were even more surprised when your usual good morning wish was reduced to a reply of a hum when Wanda said it.

Bucky didn't manage to get a good look at you, feeling a bit too awkward to do so for some reason, but the look in Wanda's eyes as she stared at you caused the same feeling of dread to slowly creep its way back. "Slept well, Y/N?"

You raised your gaze to look at Wanda and offer her a warm smile after her question, shrugging a bit. "Eh, usual. Nothing special with my sleep nowadays." you muttered, finally causing Bucky to look at you.

Your eyes were a bit puffy, and rather red.

Luckily for you, Wanda didn't push it much. She just reached down to place a soft kiss on your cheek when she was done eating, before leaving the kitchen area. You ate quietly, chuckling to yourself at Bucky's slight bed hair before reaching in to fix it a little bit. "Somebody slept well, anyway."

"You know you can talk to me, right?" he spoke right afterwards, catching you a bit off-guard.

"There isn't much to talk about, Bucky," you huffed out a snicker, shrugging a little bit. "But yeah, I know. I appreciate that- and of course, it goes both ways."

"Yeah, I know that."

You seemed to do better by the evening. Vision returned earlier as he was done, stealing Wanda from you a bit- you didn't complain though, as you figured now would be a great time to pick up some work. Burying yourself in your research, you didn't leave Steve's office -which he only let you use, because unlike his wonderful friends, you didn't draw dick figures on his notes- until it was a bit past midnight, a deep yawn cutting you off from work. You grabbed your now-empty mug of coffee and left it by the counter island, making a turn for the stairs before you ran into Bucky- again.

"Oh, hi," you gave him a firm pat on the arm. "Sorry, didn't see you there."

"Have you been working all day?"

"Yeah, figured I should use my pastime effectively," you chuckled to yourself a bit, knowing very well that you wouldn't keep up with this newfound habit.

"Well, in that case, my NatGeo offer still stands for whenever you want to take it." he smiled, before waving you off with a slight chuckle. "At least pretend like you're considering it!"

"I am, I swear!" you laughed along, tilting your head a bit to the side. "Just need to be alone."

Bucky knew the feeling. With a short nod, he took a step forward towards the side, letting you pass through him. "Have a good night in that case."

"Thanks, Bucky." you smiled gratefully, slowly stepping your way up the stairs. "You too."

"Y'all noticed anything weird about Y/N?" Sam broke the silence of the room, causing Steve and Bucky to look up at him from where they were seated playing some game that you taught them. Bucky let out a sigh, deciding to leave no comments as Steve slightly knitted his brows, urging Sam to explain. "She's like, barely around anymore."

"I invited her to play with us and she just said no immediately, said she was off to some pub." Steve added, sighing deeply with the controller tucked tight in his palm. "She didn't like to go alone back then."

Bucky, finally getting back on his feet with a grunt, left the controller by the table and signaled Sam to take his place instead, ignoring their confused eyes. "One way to find out."

Okay, maybe it wasn't that good of an idea to wander around Manhattan in hopes of finding a specific pub that you might've gone to, but he was trying. You didn't pick up the phone; probably had it on silent anyway as he let out a sigh, and finally made his way over to that one Irish pub which you always ended up at.

Pushing the glass door open, Bucky looked around for a moment before noticing your slouched figure near the bar, a big glass of Guinness by your side as you snacked on a nut mix, head leaning against the hand you propped up on the bar with your elbow. Careful as to not startle you, he made his way over to your side, pulling another barstool a bit closer to you before clearing his throat.

You looked up, surprised to find him there as you didn't tell anyone where exactly you'd be. "You didn't pick up my calls."

"Ah, sorry… My phone was on silent."

"I figured." he sighed, leather glove-clad hands signaling for the bartender to bring him a glass of what you were having. "People are noticing, you know."

"Noticing what?" you asked, pushing your small bowl of dried nuts towards him, just in case he'd like to have some. You raised your glass to take a small sip, wiping the white foam of the beer off the top of your lip with your tongue.

"You. The way you push us away," his careful gaze on you made you want to run away right there and then. It felt like he was able to read right through you, and you didn't like that one bit. "Something is clearly wrong and you're not saying anything."

"There's literally nothing to say, Bucky." you shrugged him off, eyes darting between him and the bartender when he thanked the other after his drink arrived. "I don't know why it's so tough to believe, but I'm fine. I'm doing well."

"Are you?" he asked, the bitter taste of the drink lingering on his tongue. "Or is this how you convince yourself?"

You stood quiet at that, just timidly taking a few more sips of your drink, wanting nothing more than to have this conversation be over. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, watching the way your jaw tensed and your demeanor seemed to grow defensive.

"Are you tormented by memories?"

"For fuck's sake," you finally snapped, sighing to yourself before getting up from your seat, fishing for your wallet to take out a twenty and slap it against the table. "Just quit it, would you? If me trying to enjoy some alone time really bothers you, let's go back, Bucky."

The walk back to the compound was awkward. Eerily quiet. You weren't the type to give in to your anger, not with your friends at least, unless something was really wrong. Bucky didn't want to let it go that quickly.

"You've been rejecting me almost every night for weeks, when all I ever wanted was to spend some time with you," Bucky finally managed to say, before you could even make it inside. Standing with your arms crossed on your chest at the compound yard, you glared up at him. "What the fuck is that all about?"

"I'm fucking tired, alright, Sarge? I'm sorry I couldn't get through yet another pity party of ours," you snapped right back, chest heaving with the deep and angry breaths you were taking.

"That's- Is that what you think this is all about?" he asked, voice laced in disbelief. "Christ, Y/N, you've barely been in the moment for weeks now. You don't smile like you used to, you don't laugh- you don't even dare to spend some time with any of us unless it's absolutely necessary." he let out a deep sigh, reaching forward to put his hands on your arms, just to get you out of your defensive state. "So fuck me for being worried about you but I am, I'm concerned to the point where I can't help but think about how you must be feeling almost every moment of the day."

You sighed in defeat, shoulders falling a little as you looked down at the ground. You weren't all that aware that you were concerning him. You wouldn't have dropped the mask that often if you knew. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, just- just tell me why," he pleaded, thumbs rubbing against your clothed biceps as reassuring as he could muster. "Tell me why you've been shutting me out."

"It's not exactly- um," you took in a deep breath, shaking your head. "I just didn't feel comfortable, for some reason."

"Is it because you cry yourself to sleep every night?" he asked straight away, earning nothing more than a dreadful silence from you. "I know. I've noticed. I felt the same way before." Bucky felt as if his heart was shattering right before your eyes, a sigh escaping his lips before he pulled you closer, right into his embrace. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry." he whispered, feeling your deep draws of breath- he knew you were fighting back the tears, just to not seem weak in any way before him. "Why didn't you tell me anything?"

"It's just- I'm always expected to be a certain way," you whispered back, not trusting your voice at that moment. "To behave a certain way, to react a certain way- But I'm not happy. I haven't been, for a long time. I feel so empty that it makes me feel guilty because whenever I'm around you all, I feel like a liar and-"

"Hey, hey…" he cut you off, a sympathetic smile on his lips as he pulled you apart a bit, thumb running against your cheek as an attempt to fix the pout on your lips. "That's not the answer to my question."

"It's because I didn't want to bother you with my problems."

"Bother me? Christ, do you realize how much I adore you?" he chuckled in disbelief, his own eyes feeling more damp by each passing second. "Look- I was lucky, okay? I'm lucky because I had someone to reach out to me and pull me through. You just gotta let me be that hand, instead of shutting me out like this."

You nodded slowly, feeling a few drops of tear glide through your cheek- but Bucky wiped them away from you. "If your NatGeo offer still stands, then, um…" you trailed off, chuckling to yourself after a sniffle. "You know what, there's no need to- yeah, I won't- I'll just go up to my room, if that's okay?"

"Y/N," his tone made your name feel like a warning against his lips. "Stay with me for a night or two. Talk to me instead, when you feel like crying. Let's see where that takes us."

"Sure- okay. That's a, uh, good idea." you nodded your head a bit, reaching for yet another hug rather immediately. "Don't tell anyone about this, please."

"Your secrets are safe with me, angel." he hummed against your hair, keeping you as close as he could. "I'll keep them 'till the end of the line."

A night turned to two, two went all the way to a week until Bucky practically started to share his room with you. The two of you would talk for hours before sleeping, and you'd always make sure to guide him back to reality when he was awakened by nightmares. He didn't get them that often anymore, as your presence by his side was comforting enough to make him feel safe. And you?

You didn't feel that burdened anymore.

Shoulders lighter, deep conversations evolved into laughter fits and lighthearted jokes, limbs tangled with one another as you slept. Bucky would press his lips against your shoulder here and there, mumbling about how much it meant for him to have you trust him like this, and cut himself off before going any further about his feelings.

You knew, though. You could feel it in his gaze.

The two of you didn't need any words to tell each other about your love.

[haleyhunwritess]

Hiiii for the celebration (congrats again!!!🥰) can iiiii request Steve being super busy and little reader feeling kind of ignored and needy and he gives her a lot of reassurance that he still loves her 🥺(I hope that makes sense hehe) 💖💖💖

-timidpumpkin💖

🤍 drabble steve's little feeling neglected and needy after he's been busy with work

a/n: thanks bubba🥰🥰 this is a bit long for a drabble LOL but here's a sweet drabble filled with fluff (and a bit of angst but mostly fluff)🤍 guys send in as many asks as you want for the celebration i can't wait to write them all <33

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Ever since Steve started working more than usual, you were convinced he was merely using work as an excuse to get some time away from you.

Of course that wasn't true, however, you couldn't help but let your insecurities get the best of you.

Before getting together with Steve, you'd been told you have a slight tendency to get clingy and needy at times. Steve never seemed to mind it though. In fact it was one of the things he loved most about you. The way you'd curl into his arms after a long day at work and melt into his touch. He loved it.

But lately, work has been keeping him busier than usual, and you were worried that maybe he was only using work as an excuse. Maybe he didn't like the clinginess anymore. Maybe he was sick of it, or maybe he was sick of you.

And that's why when Steve was about to leave for work this morning, you wouldn't let him.

You begged him to take the day off, but he only frowned and told you that he couldn't do that.

You couldn't help but cry as he headed for the front door after breakfast.

"Please just stay today, I haven't seen you all week." You mumbled, fidgeting the hem of your dress nervously. You were trying your best not to cry, and Steve could tell.

"I don’t have a choice, I have to go…I’m sorry, love." He sighed, kissing the side of your head before heading out the door.

When he got home that evening, he was a little concerned at how quiet the house was. Usually when he got home from work, you were either playing in the room or watching TV while you waited for him to come home. Today it was so quiet, he wasn't even sure if you were home.

He felt awful for leaving you all alone this morning, especially while you were upset. He knew he'd been working a lot lately, and he hated it as much as you did. All he wanted to do was come home and spend some time with his baby.

“Sweets where are you?” He started looking around the house, checking to see if maybe you'd fallen asleep in the den. He got a bit worried when he realized you weren't downstairs at all.

He started walking upstairs to your room, hoping you were just taking a nap in there. When he entered the room, it was empty. Thankfully he could hear your sniffling coming from the closet due to his enhanced hearing.

He opened the closet door slowly, and noticed you crying on the floor with your knees up against your chest.

He quickly crouched down, and started checking you for any injuries, worried that you might be crying because you're hurt “What’s wrong, love? Why are hiding out in there? Are you okay?”

You finally looked up, stopping your crying for a second when you noticed Steve was home. You couldn't help but start crying even louder when he started asking you if you're okay.

He gently picked you up from the floor and brought you over to the bed, letting you sit on his lap. Gently rubbing your back and shushing your cries. He kept asking what was wrong but you only continued to cry your heart out in response.

Eventually, your cries died down and you finally got the courage to tell him what was wrong, “I-I was gonna p-pack up ‘m stuff and l-leave. But t-then I was ‘scared about being on ‘m own”

Steve couldn't even hide the shocked expression on his face. You were gonna leave? Was he really that bad to you?

“Sweetheart, what do you mean? Where are you going?” He continued rubbing your back, when he noticed you were about to start crying again.

“Was gonna leave and go ‘way” You mumbled, trying not to cry again. You wanted to leave when Steve left for work this morning. He would be so much happier without having to take care of me all the time, you thought, maybe he'll want to come home instead of working so much just to avoid me.

“Now why would you do that, bubba?” Steve tried not to show you how hurt he was by your confession. You were started to bite your finger nails, grazing your thumb every now and then against your lip. He knew that was a sign you were starting to regress even more.

“Wanted to leave, ‘cause y-you don’t wan me anymore.” You mumbled quietly, hating how needy you sounded when you said that. The look on his face made you feel even worse. You immediately climbed off of his lap, sitting next to him in bed instead.

“Oh sweetheart, that’s not true.” Steve sighed, realizing how much he'd been neglecting you lately. He knew you were upset with how much he'd been working lately but he didn't realize just how upset you were. He picked you back up to put you in his lap again, Come here, come to daddy.”

You instantly melted into his touch, having missed it all week. He wrapped his arms around you, and you did the sam. You sat there like that for a while, without saying a word. It was clear that you both missed each other all week. You could tell he needed this just as much as he did.

"I'm sorry for hurting you, I'm so sorry for hurting my baby." He mumbled against your skin, "I'm never letting you go, love. You're mine. I'll take some time off of work, hell I'll quit tomorrow."

You almost giggled at that, and it was enough to make Steve smile. He meant every word he said. There wasn't a thing in this world he wouldn't do to make you stay. Not after he almost lost you just now.

"I mean it, sweets, say the word and I'll quit. I'll do anything you want."

"Will you stay and cuddle with me tonight?" You whispered, hoping he wouldn't say no.

He didn't even answer you. Instead he just picked you up and brought you over to the closet, picking out a pair of your favourite comfort pyjamas. He helped you change before picking you up back up to bring you back to bed again. You laid there, waiting for him to change and climb into bed as well. He picked up your favourite stuffed bunny from where you left him on the closet floor and placed him in your arms. He climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around you, leaving a trail of kisses all over you. Mumbling sweet nothings and apologies over and over until you fell asleep.

[tinyyoungblood]

how ab a headcanon where the avengers all take a trip either to disney world or on a disney cruise? i’m a whore for the idea of everyone, especially peter and y/n, just acting like kids again

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

a/n: i like this prompt so much!! i’ve never been to disneyland, but i hope this is accurate enough lol. i also turned this into a vlog bc someone had to record this mess and since it can’t be me, i’m giving filming privileges to bruce

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the avengers in disneyland

everyone is very very excited and the days before they leave pass in a flurry of excitement, but peter has never been to disneyland, so he’s THRILLED beyond means

peter’s jumping up and down while everyone’s loading the van and he keeps asking them if they’re ready for this “life-changing field trip?????”

sam is genuinely afraid that if peter jumps any higher he will bounce off earth, so he grabs peter by the middle and carries him horizontally into the car

steve gave a whole lecture on not getting lost the day before and since tony couldn’t resist it, he is dressed head to toe in neon yellow and grinning cockily

nat steps into the van, sees him, and turns around with her hand over her eyes like she’s been blinded

bruce brings his video camera with him and records everything. first thing they do is hit up a gift shop and it is better than any oscar nominated movie

everything they pick up is subjected to a thorough label reading and some kind of commentary

“steve, show them what you’re getting!!” “slippers” “what kind of slippers” “uh...soft”

thor on the other hand takes it very serious and his commentary ends up being very ~shakespearean~

peter and y/n get matching friendship bracelets for everyone

loki: “i’m not wearing that”

y/n: “that’s alright-“

loki: “no tie it on for me”

bucky wouldn’t have come along if it weren’t for steve and sam, but now he’s taking it upon himself to make sure that everyone stays in good condition so they don’t miss out on training

the whole team gets hourly text messages from him in the group chat

bucky: “There’s a water leak in Mickey’s Toontwon. If any of you slip and hurt yourselves I will kill you.”

y/n: “love you too buck”

(they know it’s his way to express his love for them so every message almost makes them tear up)

loki really wants to go on splash mountain but since he doesn’t want to get his clothes wet, he asks the guards how ~splashy~ splash mountain gets

they don’t take him seriously and it infuriates loki because it’s a perfectly reasonable question but it quickly turns into a passionate argument that holds up the entire line

“I DEMAND TO KNOW HOW HIGH THE RISK OF GETTING WET IS, YOU INCOMPETENT FOO—”

*cue y/n and nat dragging him away while bruce runs after them to zoom in on loki’s pouty glare*

they get him a green rain poncho with black polka dots from one of the gift shops, and he’s still glowering but he puts it on without protest before each ride that involves water

normally the avengers would easily get recognised but since everyone is walking around in costumes, people approach them for several other reasons

thor is just peacefully standing in life, staring at the incredicoaster like it’s the love of his life, when a little kid tugs at his cape

“excuse me sir, why are you so tall?” “good question, why are you so short?” “hmm” “hmm”

they find a micky mouse whac-a-mole and everyone is having Fun but something possesses tony and clint and they are really going for it

tony is a 5 foot tall ball of stress and competitiveness and he is yielding that plastic hammer like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do

clint on the other hand is starting to feel the numbness in his arms

y/n, with sarcasm: “you can do it, clint!”

clint, with spite: “i cannot do it, thanks”

*y/n stares into the camera*

they also make up a rule that if you are in a 5 meters radius of one of the theme park characters, you HAVE to snap a picture with them

steve, who gets constantly shoved nudged by bucky into some character’s path, ends up taking a picture with almost every single disneyland character

at some point, he’s just downright sick of it and there’s a 7 min video of steve zooming across the lot while goofy and woody run after him with wide open arms

bucky is doubled over with laughter in the background while sam is standing beside him and wiping away his own tears

the avengers also buy all the pictures that are taken of them on the rides and even stop at some photo booths so they can send them to wanda and vision who are both vacationing on hawai’i <3

thor, peter, and y/n run themselves ragged and their legs almost give out but they will not stop until they have been on every ride that disneyland has to offer

the others think it’s obnoxious but they follow and join them without hesitation

tony is secretly trembling with fear. doing loops in the air at the speed of light is fine and so is battling aliens, but getting on a rollercoaster ride is just heart-stopping horrifying

it’s not that he doesn’t like rollercoasters, (that man has no self-preservation skills, anything that resembles plummeting to death will be gazed at with big heart eyes) but he just doesn’t trust them

if he didn’t build it or prove it, he doesn’t trust it. period. but the avengers are just so excited and happy that he can’t find it in him to sit out

that quickly results in thor and tony re-enacting very impressive Shouting Contests on each ride without fail

tony is screaming and clinging onto whoever is sitting next to him for dear life because he’s Petrified™️

and thor is screaming, because he’s having The Time Of His Life

he’s feeling the wind in his hair, his heart in his throat, and if he’s not shredding his vocal chords and flinging his limbs around, what’s the point of it all

after 20 different rides, tony is sick of pretending and just trudges through disneyland, the happiest place of earth, like it’s the sole cause of all suffering in the world

nat rejoins the group after she mysteriously disappeared for a moment and her hair is tossed, there’s ash on her face, and half of her clothes are wet

bruce, startled: “where have you been??”

nat, beaming: “there was a ride that spat fire from all sides and people jumped out of nowhere to scare you while the whole place was filled with hot water!!!”

bruce, concerned, zooms in on nat’s excited face

“nat i think you went to hell”

sam is big on merry-go-rounds so he drags everyone with him and while some one them first don’t seem to enjoy it, they change their mind once they see bucky’s little smile

(they go on at least ten more rounds until it starts to get dizzy)

a little girl trips over her princess gown and falls close to where steve is waiting in line, and steve immediately abandons his spot to rush over

bruce zooms in on them bc steve has always been kinda awkward with kids, but here he is, crouching down and comforting that little girl, and it’s so unashamedly soft and sweet

they can’t hear what steve is saying but she’s BEAMING now and even giving him a wobbly courtesy while he claps proudly

bruce turns the camera around and both he and clint are lowkey in TEARS like “why are we crying?? we didn’t even fall down” “i KNOW!!”

nat gets a hold of the camera and she’s on a mission to get the most embarrassing greatest footage possible

“bucky, go stand next to moana” “why?” “it’s moana go stand over there” “but i don’t know-“ “bucky.” *cue bucky, awkwardly standing next to moana while nat grins broadly*

when he’s back with the team, sam just stares at him blank-faced, clearly waiting for bucky to ask why he’s looking at him

eventually bucky caves in with a long sigh

“what” “i can’t believe you don’t know who moana of montunui is. she restored BALANCE to the WORLD. put some RESPECT ON HER NAME”

no one knows why but there’s footage of y/n, thor, tony, and loki strutting up and down in the middle of the lane in minnie mouse plush shoes like it’s a catwalk

sam, bucky, and nat are holding up their fingers to score them while steve is staring at them like he’s analysing their fighting stances

bruce, clint, and peter are standing on the sidelines and cheering them on as they should be

they end their day by digging into an unholy amount of fries that even steve can’t resist because they’ve been walking the whole day

a questionable amount of cotton candy also end ups in their possession and the footage of that is just mostly everyone trying out each other’s cones while the camera is passed between them

soon after, the avengers are back in their van to drive home and bruce zooms in on the row of seats where y/n has her head on peter’s shoulder while the others are also half-lounging on each other, and everyone is asleep <3

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Steve Rogers Fanfiction Recommendations

Happy birthday, Steve!

I know that there are some (a lot?) of steve fans who sometimes struggle to find fics focused on him, so I am here now putting a list of Steve fics. I was going to fics that I haven't seen recommended a lot and most of the ones on this post have less than 200 kudos only, but I end up putting everything (it's probably easier to put my bookmarks as public but well...). It's a massive list (over 100 fics?), so it's will be separated into several posts/reblogs.

Not all of them are from Steve's POV or even have him as the main 'main' character, but rest assured he played an important role and is featured heavily. Lots of these are friendship-focused but I categorized them. The shippy ones are mostly samsteve, thundershield, and some rare pairings because I don't venture to other ships a lot and when I did it's to the rare ones instead lol. Hopefully, any of you can find some gems from this list and these are as enjoyable or as good as I remembered. I'll continue to update it, hopefully, every time I find new ones.

Fics are under read more.

General

The Rocket's Red Glare

Steve was born on the Fourth of July (no joke), so a party is in order! Unfortunately, PTSD decides to rear its ugly head. Fortunately, Steve's got an entire team at his back to help him through it. And screaming goats.

an entry in the scrapbook of absurdity

In which Steve turns into a baby and bites people.

Baby Steve Adventures

Captain America gets hit by a spell during a battle. The rest of the Avengers look after him.

Do You Remember Being Happy? ('Cause I Sure Don't)

"Dragr," Thor called them. "Demons" Clint had said. "Thieves" is what Steve labels them as. AKA, the one where Steve is captured by creatures that feed off of happy memories, and the team is left to pick up the pieces. Post-Avengers.

In Search of (Bucky, Family, Home)

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Sam Wilson

A week following the events of CATWS, Steve recruits Natasha and Sam to help find Bucky.

Sam raised an eyebrow. “Do we need to recap again? You were shot three times, beaten near to death by an enhanced super soldier with a metal arm and then almost drowned. Yeah, your ass is going to need a few more days of healing time.”

The Truth When Captains Meet

Steve Rogers wakes up on an alien’s space ship being carried bridal style by Carol Danvers. As far as first meetings go, it’s memorable.

Irish Coffee

Pairings: Jessica Jones & Steve Rogers

Jessica runs into an incognito Cap at a cafe. They form an unlikely friendship of sorts.

The Lifetimes of Steve Rogers (Series)

What happens when Steve Rogers steps onto the quantum platform to return the Stones? Where does he go? What challenges does he find? Who does he meet? How many lifetimes can one man have?

Fifty-Two Pickup

Less than a week after the fall of the Triskelion, Steve Rogers is released from the hospital. Although his physical wounds are almost fully healed, other injuries need a bit more time, and some help from friends.

little kids get big so fast

Steve ends up having to take care of the deaged Defenders.

Grampa Steve's Bedtime Stories

If Mommy was away for work, then Morgan’s Grampa Steve came over to stay with her. He’d tuck her in, let her give Mommy a kiss on video chat, then hand her the picture of Daddy for his kiss. Once Daddy’s picture was back on the bookshelf, Grampa Steve would turn off the bedside lamp so that Miss Friday could cover the ceiling with stars, and ask Morgan what story she wanted to hear.

“Captain Steve, Grampa! Tell me Captain Steve!”

Grampa Steve sometimes read to her from books and other times watched a movie with her, but her favorite by far was when he told her Captain Steve’s Adventures Through the Multiverse.

On Camping Trips

Sam is more Hermione than Natasha is, and Steve doesn't want to be Harry.

Powerful

Steve loses the advantages of the super-soldier serum. This is not a tragedy.

His Dream

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

As if on cue, Steve cut him off with a loud sneeze.

"Yeah. Like that." Sam nodded. "And please sneeze into your elbow next time, dude. You could've just started an epidemic."

"Sorry. Allergies." Steve excused, and Sam raised an eyebrow.

"How do you know it's allergies?" Sam asked, and Steve sighed, putting the ingredients together and solving the mystery of what the gas had actually done.

The answer wasn't ideal. "It feels like the seasonal allergies I had before. Before the serum- and I haven't had them since the serum."

Realization clicked in Sam's head.

"The gas de-serumed you."

Steve swallowed and nodded reluctantly.

OR: Steve gets temporarily de-serumed, with his height and stature staying the same but his immune system being as bad as it was before, and has to stay in the hospital to prevent a severe allergic reaction or illness. Sam stays with him the whole time, making sure he's not alone.

A Strange Encounter

Things have gone awry and Strange is injured. With no other options, he's called for assistance from Captain America and his team.

even if we're apart, i'll always be with you

Steve finds a dirty toy bear at an abandoned gas station, on the way back from a school trip. He brings him home.

As Long as You’re Not Tired Yet of Talking

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

When Steve Rogers tells her, “Don’t be a stranger,” as they’re all going their own ways after New York, it makes her want to laugh.

Draw/Breath

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

Natasha like knowing what makes people tick. She likes knowing things, about her teammates and her coworkers and herself. Oddly enough, sometimes other people like knowing her too.

AKA: Natasha wants to know why Steve isn’t drawing anymore, and takes the long way round to get her answer. Because why not.

With Magic We Do Fly

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers

In Civil War we see Wanda fling Steve into the air with her magic. They must have practiced that, right?

Que Wanda throwing Steve against a wall. Many times.

Just Like We Practiced

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers

Steve had said, in the movie when he asked Wanda to lift him into the building, "Just like we practiced." But just how did they come up with the idea of her lifting people with her powers, and putting them up somewhere like an escalator? Perhaps it was because Wanda accidentally sent a certain tall, blond Avenger face-first into the floor once and he decided he would help her learn to utilize this as a confidence building exercise. Natasha keeps an eye, Thor and Sam help build the training grounds, and Wanda has found her new home. Takes place between AGE OF ULTRON and CIVIL WAR.

Black and White but Red and Blue

They're watching black and white film reels, but Steve sees them in colour.

"My shield may be black and white but it was red and blue. Just like the blue sky under which red blood was spilled. Like Bucky's blue eyes and Peggy's red lips..."

The Road Warriors

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff

It wasn't pretty, but somehow the four of them managed to make it through two years on the run.

We'll Fix It

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

Steve has a hard time after his battle with The Winter Soldier and isn't sure what to do with himself. After not seeing him for a week, Natasha finally shows up to his apartment unannounced to figure out how they can get back to work. There is some crying involved.

From Here On Out

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

The Accords, the search for Bucky, the fight at the airport ... In a world where nothing will ever be the same, sometimes the road to rebuilding trust and friendship is a little rockier than it should be.

AKA, the story of Steve & Natasha and how they got to where they are.

Set post-Civil War but pre-Infinity War.

I have this breath and I hold it tight

Parings: Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers, Clint Barton & Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff & Vision

Steve finally goes to Wanda’s tiny room and taps on the doorframe, although it’s hardly necessary, with the slightly warped floorboards creaking under his feet. “Hey,” he says. “Got a minute?”

Wanda's been a little withdrawn since Steve broke everyone out of the Raft. She's had a lot to think about.

to you.

Pairings: Pietro Maximoff & Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton & Wanda Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff & Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff & Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff & Tony Stark

It's Wanda's birthday today. She's not sure how to feel.

New Love

Pairings: Diana (Wonder Woman) & Steve Rogers

Near the end of World War II, Diana Prince finds herself attempting to reconnect to her long-gone, beloved Steve Trevor. However, she comes across Steve Rogers instead.

Sharing Life (And Canned Green Beans)

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

It’s Thanksgiving, and Steve is hiding in the second living room on the 8th floor of the penthouse apartments with a can of green beans.

I'm Fine

Steve slowly began to realize that the problem with being a national icon, a hero, and a role model, is that somehow, he became more than human. He become a symbol, not a person. So when he becomes increasingly unhappy, deeply depressed, and utterly adrift in a world where he doesn't belong, the loneliness and isolation are unbearable. How could anyone believe that an iconic hero like himself was really just an ordinary kid from Brooklyn, dying inside because everything he'd gained still wasn't enough to replace everything he'd lost? How could he possibly bring himself to bleed on the ones he loves? So he tells himself the same lie over and over, hoping one day, he'll believe it.

dogpile

"My dog ate my mission report" An injured Steve remembers something he has to do. Unabashed Steve and dogs fluff. "Didn't peg you for a pet guy." "Allergies."

Alone In This World (Together)

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov & Sam Wilson

“We’re fugitives,” Steve said finally. “It might never get better.”

“The world’s always going to need saving," Sam replied. "We’re still Avengers. No one can take that away from us.” Then, like they hadn't been having an entire conversation before, “So when do we leave?”

“Once night falls.”

Do we have any idea where she is?”

“No.” Steve took a sip of his coffee. “But I know where she’ll be.”

it gets the worst at night

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov

Here's how it goes: Natasha sometimes shares a bed with Steve. It's not what it sounds like.

(In which there are Colombian drug lords, awkward boners, cuddly super-soldiers and the Avengers are all giant dorks.)

Shelter

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

Sam and Steve, right after the fall of SHIELD.

Princely Bickering

Pairings: Jane Foster/Thor, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers & Jane Foster, Steve Rogers & Thor

Steve allows Sam to lean up and inspect his head for bruises and blood. He then checks out Steve’s eyes. ‘Do you know where you are?’ Steve rolls his eyes. ‘Don’t be an ass, Cap, apparently you can break.’ ‘London, England, chasing apparently useless Hydra intel despite having about five hundred international arrest warrants out for us because we’re just that stupid,’ says Steve. Sam pats him - gently - on the shoulder. Life on the run isn't easy, especially not after an injury. Fortunately Steve still has a few allies left.

And The Seconds Tick Down

AU of Civil War. How the world ended in twenty steps when Steve died.

"Grant" and "Francis" Go Shopping

Pairings: Clint Barton & Steve Rogers

Steve and Clint both have holiday shopping to do for their family of choice, so they make a day trip to an outlet mall, have a few heart to hearts, use some coupons, buy a bunch of presents, and eventually get through their shopping lists.

A Tune Without Words

Pairings: Jane Foster/Thor, Steve Rogers & Thor, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

As he and Sam prepare to begin searching for Bucky, Steve gets various offers of help—some more unexpected than others.

Purpose

Tony Stark wins the fight in Siberia completely by accident.

Steve Rogers does not resist his arrest as he is taken to the Raft.

Sam Wilson, T'Challa, and Pepper Potts pick up the pieces.

Full of Wounds and Still Standing on my Feet

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Wanda Maximoff

The five times Steve looked out for Wanda, and one time Wanda decided someone needed to look out for Steve.

Three Awakenings

The first three times that Steve Rogers woke up during his first twenty-four hours in the twenty-first century.

Making Your Own Future

Characters: Steve Rogers, Diana Prince, Steve Trevor Five times -- plus one -- that Diana Prince and Steve Rogers encountered one another.

Better Living Through Pizza

Pairings: Clint Barton & Steve Rogers

Steve takes some time off from soldiering and Avengering to get his head on straight, and Clint is assigned to keep an eye on him, because apparently SHIELD believes in the blind leading the blind. Steve really needs a hobby, since modern television shows baffle him, but Clint keeps bringing him DVDs and pizza.

Five Times Clint Barton Spoke with Steve Rogers about Growing Old and the One Time He Didn't.

Pairings: Clint Barton & Steve Rogers

When Steve Rogers reappeared from the past as an old man, there was a lot of catching up to do. Clint Barton made sure nobody got left behind.

Hammer's Totally Heavy-Handed and Incompetent Revenge

"So, at the end of IM2, Justin Hammer swears revenge on Pepper. He waits until Tony and Rhodey are halfway across the world to launch his attack.

Unfortunately for him, thanks to SHIELD, Iron Man and War Machine aren't the only superheroes in Pepper's rolladex. Steve thinks Pepper's just swell and doesn't take too kindly to somebody trying to hurt her."

Cue badass!Steve and competent!Pepper

Fan Mail

Steve starts getting his fan mail and receives an invitation to the prom. Written for a prompt at the Avengers kink meme. It was a great prompt, and so much fun to write and get feedback for!

Prom. Steve 'Grandpa Iceberg' Rogers at a 21st-century high school prom. "This isn't happening. This whole conversation is just an elaborate practical joke. Bruce really just has orders for widgets or something."

Bruce waved the printouts at him. "Fraid not. I don't really do practical jokes. Messing with other people's moods just seems. I don't know. Karmically unwise."

Mascot

Steve runs. People see Steve run. Steve gets adopted by the neighbourhood he runs through every week day morning. He finds this confusing. Tony finds it amusing.

Locks Not Replaced

Tony angsts back at Avengers' HQ, Ross is a bully and Steve makes sure he doesn't get away with it. In other words, there is much regret, a bit on the philosophy of locks, adventure and far too many Robin Hood metaphors.

woof

For a prompt on the avengers kinkmeme: "...something different happens when Steve gets Dr Erskine's serum plus the Vita ray treatment... Steve does get taller and stronger, but when the first full moon hits, he turns into a big friendly looking dog. Yes, he's a weredog, not a werewolf."

Mission: Baby

Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

The Asset finds himself in charge of the care of a small baby, but somehow he knows—he has to protect the baby from all harm, whatever the cost.

14 Tracks

Pairings: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Avengers Team 14 tracks from Steve's iPod and how they got on there.

Life Will Rattle Your Bones

Pairings: Erik Lehnsherr & Steve Rogers

Captain America and the Howling Commandos find Schmidt sooner than they thought... wait, what do you mean this is a *different* Schmidt?

In war-torn Germany, the paths of Steve Rogers and Erik Lehnsherr cross, part, and cross again.

come build me up

Pairings: Sharon Carter & Steve Rogers, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

“Do you ever feel like -- like you joined up because you wanted to do good. You wanted to do the right thing but somewhere along the way, you just lost the whole fucking plot.”

“All of the time.”

Or: the one where Captain America and Agent 13 give long distance friendship a whirl.

Down in the Worn Out Place Again

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Wanda Maximoff

“You don't look a day over 85, Captain,” Wanda says.

Natasha smiles, just barely, and nudges Steve with her elbow. “She makes jokes now.”

(Post AoU, stories about friendship.)

Satellites

Characters: Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Nick Fury Pairings: Natasha Romanov & Steve Rogers, Minor Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson, Minor Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov

In the immediate aftermath of SHIELD's collapse and Steve's plunge into the Potomac, Natasha considers her place in the world. Also the fact that Steve is depressing.

Timeless Classics

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Avengers Team Five An undetermined number of times (six, apparently) Steve unexpectedly got the reference (sort of), and one time everyone discovered something new together.

you just wait and see

Pairings: Rocket Raccoon & Steve Rogers

“Thor said you’re the captain.” Rogers says, his voice distant, sad smile growing into a sadder grin. “Tough job.”

The Small Hours

Pairings: Steve Rogers & T'Challa, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

"I'm not getting him back, am I." The words were flatly delivered – not a question so much as fatigued resignation. "We will do everything we can to help him," T'Challa quietly replied, but he wouldn't lie, not about this. Not to a fellow warrior he respected on and off the field of battle. "The possibility does exist, however, that the triggers are permanent."

The Man We All Remember From the Newsreels

Still getting used to the twenty-first century, Steve comforts himself with memories of long-gone friends. But Howard Stark, the man Steve remembers, is nothing like the man he sees in the newsreels.

we're all choir boys at best

Characters: Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm

You are totally getting laid tonight. "Please stop talking." You hijacked my brain first, this is totally not my fault.

Epistaxis

Steve doesn't worry the first time he gets a bloody nose that won't quit. But when it happens a second, third, fourth... He, and his teammates, start to get concerned.

You Close Your Eyes and the Glory Fades

His body isn’t his own, he knows that, knew before the procedure that everything would change. That was the easiest thing to wrap his head around, actually, the physical changes. He’s used to his body betraying him, so this is just another thing to learn his way around. But the colors of everything, even the sliver of blue sky he could see, craning his head at the tiny window, look different.

Looking For Answers (From The Great Beyond)

After the Battle of New York is over, and Loki and the tesseract are returned to Asgard, Steve takes a road trip across the country, and tries to figure out what he wants to do next.

Mourning the Future

Steve's ties to the past and the future are pretty tenuous, and the serum ensures he lives in an eternal present state of ever-youthful vigour. When an old war buddy gets handed his last marching orders, Steve has to wonder if everyone will eventually leave.

Riviera Life

Sam and Steve have been traversing Europe looking for Bucky. Not everyone is convinced it isn’t an open invitation road trip.

Voluntary Bros.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm

"Dude, you could be twins, they tested you before they defrosted you to see if you were a clone or something, or if he was a clone," Clint said.

"I want to talk to him, I think. I mean, a girl threw her latte at me last week for not calling her back and this dude felt me up at an art gallery yesterday," Steve said.

Two Brooklynites and One Big Apple

Pairings: Miles Morales & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

“You did good out there today,” Captain America said, brushing a layer of detritus from his unfathomably broad shoulder. “I’ll see you around.”

“Not if I see you first,” replied Miles, fingergunning with one hand as he sent a web rope fwipping off into the distance with the other, catapulting himself away at tremendous speed.

... in which two superheroes battle with bad guys, embark on community art lessons, and a friendship forms along the way.

Battle Fatigue

Steve thought he was doing okay. Things weren't going great, but they were fine, manageable even, and then suddenly they weren't.

We Become New Yorkers (or: Five Times Steve Rogers Looked For Home, and One Time Home Found Him)

New York is a million cities at the same time. This is how Steve found his.

A beautiful day in the neighborhood

In which Steve and Peter learn that the best way to get through a bad situation is together. And to avoid collapsing buildings. And that concussions are terrible, terrible things.

Leviticus 25

"You want to save Bucky Barnes? You are going to have to put your own house in order first because he is going to need a rock to cling to. You are not ready to be that rock for him. You owe it to him -- and more importantly, you owe it to yourself -- to figure things out, figure out how you can be happy in this time and place, whether or not Barnes is with you."

Strike

Sometimes the road to recovery involves bowling. Conveniently, so does the one to the Grand Canyon.

Conversation in Wakanda

“I have been told that you had the privilege to share a training session with some of our Dora Milaje,” T’Challa says. “May I ask how it went?”

“Well,” the Captain huffs. “There’s no polite way to say it: I had my ass handed to me. Repeatedly.”

He sounds and looks utterly delighted.

Contact Light

Everyone thought computers would be the thing that really blew Steve's mind about the 21st century. They were wrong. When he finds out that he missed the moon landing, it's the start of an ongoing obsession with space that maybe involves Neil deGrasse Tyson, Twitter, and Star Trek marathons.

Twenty-Two

“This is Lucky,” Clint said when a dog got between him and Natasha. Lucky’s vest was bright, like desert mornings and night explosions.

“Does he help?” Natasha asked.

Clint pressed his hands flat on the counter behind him. “He saved my life.”

Natasha looked at Steve, her expression fierce. Steve resisted the urge to yank down his sleeves. Instead, he dug his nails into the puckered skin on his forearms.

AKA An AU in which Steve is a veteran just trying to survive (or not).

Gray

Peter doesn't expect Steve to show up at his house one night when he gets home from school. He also doesn't expect to have a long conversation with him, and choose to be on his side instead.

We're Happy, Free, Confused, and Lonely at the Same Time.

"Tony isn't sure, but he *thinks* Steve Rogers is going to try and argue with him about not being a kid, while wrapped up in a fluffy blanket and plaid pyjama pants watching a Disney movie. Tony really hopes that is the case. The Captain America voice looses all affect when wrapped up in that blanket and Tony can't wait to inform him as such." - The one where Tony realises that Captain America and Steve Rogers are not the same person, and Steve is so much younger then he thought.

This Isn't A Love Song, This Isn't A Fable

Steve's not OK with people's perception of Captain America, no matter what he says or how much he pretends otherwise. It's like no one in this time period realizes that there's more to him than a spangly outfit. And yes, he's including the Avengers in that. ... or, the one where everything's all right, until it's not.

it's safe here in our new world

Post TWS. In which Natasha and Steve go shopping, have Thursday night movie nights, and learn that Natasha loves to platonically kiss Steve. Which is good, because Steve loves being platonically kissed by Natasha.

Shadowboxing

Pairings: Matt Murdock & Steve Rogers

It doesn’t matter how many times you fall – what matters most is how many times you get back up. Steve Rogers knew this lesson far too well and it was one Matt Murdock had endured all his life. With both men at their lowest, could a chance friendship bring each of them to their feet again?

Everybody Eats When They Come to My House

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

“You’ll ruin your dinner,” Sam says, gesturing with Steve with his spatula.

i fear for the calendar; its days are numbered

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson

Before she goes off the grid, Natasha gives Steve her phone number. He’s honored that he’s the only one to be trusted with it, but quickly learns that she spends most of her free time texting him Dad jokes.

Status Quo Ante

Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers

A tale in which Sam suspects he should be used to this by now, for values of 'this' that involve certain folks he hangs out with and situations he finds himself in, Team Cap becomes Team Ex-Cap becomes TBD, and nobody but Clint really wants to know what happened to Scott Lang's GI Joes. (Sam Wilson from the final scene to the mid-credits scene.)

The Glass Parade

Pairings: Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov

Steve thinks that he’s seen Natasha be at least three different people in the short time he’s known her, and he isn’t sure which one is real.

In which the most confusing part of the future is how much Steve has in common with Natasha, and the fact that she seems dead-set on being his friend.

Still Life

Steve Rogers and a very modern form of art therapy. (The one where Steve draws himself out of despair and into some notoriety when his cartoons hit the internet, but he's still not allowed to look at Tumblr without an okay from Pepper.)

Selective Service

The serum's given Steve a lot, but it hasn't taken anything away from him. Not even the things he never wanted in the first place.

I'm a Hustler, Baby

Steve Rogers has a talent for pool--and for making others believe he's terrible at it.

The Healing Properties of Felt-Tip Pens

Rapid healing has worked wonders on Steve Rogers' body, but occasionally it really screws with his head. In the aftermath of torture, Bruce Banner helps Steve to reconcile mind and body.

If I Die Before I Wake

It's his job, as their leader, to endure the sadistic focus of their captor, and that is the one thought that carries Steve through.

Even Gods Do

Captain America doesn't have a good relationship with sleep anymore. Also, he's not a toy.

Under My Skin

Written for a prompt on avengerkink: I want to see something where, for whatever reason, Steve's accelerated healing turns out to be a bad thing. Something where the faster healing is making things worse. I would prefer something other than the standard, super-healing allows for more torture without death. “He's lucky – to have the serum, to have you all.” Tony wasn't sure about that first part. When one faced death and destruction every day on the job, there were many advantages to having a healing factor...and a great many disadvantages as well.

A Glossary of the 21st Century

Pairings: pre-Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov

Steve's sick of not understanding what's going on, and the team are not all that helpful, so he starts keeping an illustrated notebook for further research. With the help of wiki, google and Logan he starts to settle in and find his place in the twenty-first century.

Blanket Gift Policy

“You didn’t,” Bucky said, with no real hope of being contradicted. Clint shrugged helplessly and passed him the large, soft bundle wrapped in shiny purple foil.

“Sorry.” Tony covered his eyes with one hand.

“I’m getting a migraine.”

“So,” Bruce said wearily, “counting Clint, me, Bucky, Tony, and Sam, that brings it up to five.”

“Excuse you, mine’s not a blanket,” Sam said. “Mine’s a slanket. Big difference.”

Bucky resisted the urge to throw the whole heap of parcels at Sam’s head. “Because it has sleeves? It’s still a blanket, Wilson. They’re all blankets. Even Thor’s direct-from-Asgard raven gift delivery was a cloak, which just means it’s a blanket with a strap. We all got Steve a goddamn blanket.”

One Tin Soldier

Written for a prompt at avengerkink: Because really, under any other circumstances, why would they follow him when he's some guy who's younger than the rest of them (time as a Capsicle aside), who goes around wearing that spangly outfit, who's not even used to the modern world? Why Steve Rogers, rather than a Norse god or the CEO of Stark Industries or anyone else?

“Love is for children,” she'd said, but respect knew no such bounds. The five times the Avengers accepted Steve as their leader, and the one time they followed without question.

and if there's life we'll see it

Steve is instantly taken with this idea of having the picture of the person calling you flash on your screen when they ring your cell.

Secure Your Own Oxygen Mask (Before Assisting Others)

Steve keeps going, because they need him. Being Captain America - having the serum - is a responsibility and a privilege he takes seriously, and he won't waste it by sitting around resting in the middle of a crisis. But then the work is over, and the original victims of the crisis aren't the only ones needing looking after.

Way of the Eagle

Clint introduces Steve to kung-fu movies. Things escalate quickly.

Walking Wounded

In the aftermath of the battle against the Chitauri, Steve's doing just fine. Until he's not. Fortunately, Thor is a perfect mother-hen, Tony makes decent back-up, JARVIS is a genius, and Soap Operas are life-changing. (Or, Post-Shawarma Feels.)

[dearest-bucky]

One kiss is all it takes (One Shot)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Requested by @softcobain - Where reader who’s Bucky’s best friend ask him to teach her how to kiss bc she really wants to impress a guy she’s going on a date with? But Bucky is totally in love with her, at first he doesn’t want to but then he agrees.

Words: 3.8K

Warnings: angst, fluff, one first detailed kissing scene lol

A/n: Because tumblr is apparently dumb I can’t tag the sweetheart that requested this, but @softcobain I really hope you like this love! 💕 Guys I got goosebumps while writing this, I hope y’all like it too.

Feedback is greatly appreciated! xx

The door of her small apartment made a small squeaky noise as she pushed it open. She wasn’t all that surprised to find it open, her key once again useless. The only noises in the otherwise quiet apartment were coming from the TV that was left on, some detergent commercial playing in one random channel. She turned on the small lamp next to the couch that she usually used to read at night, and smiled as the figure that was sleeping on her small and uncomfortable couch was illuminated by the soft light.

She crouched down next to him and softly touched his hair, making him stir in his sleep. “Hey sleepyhead, what are you still doing here?”

He opened one eye and when he was met with her face, a small smile crept onto his lips. “Hey, you’re back. Thought I’d wait up for you but apparently I failed at that too.”

She chuckled at his words and patted his cheek lightly. “Don’t worry about it. I’m here now.”

Bucky offered her a shy smile and got up in a sitting position, making space for her to sit on the couch too. “So, how was it?” He asked after she sat next to him.

She remained silent for a moment, as if she was thinking hard about the answer, but there was a smile plastered on her lips and a dreamy look on her eyes that kind of told Bucky everything he wanted to know. The answer, despite it not being said, was shown, written in her every feature. She finally turned her head on the side to face him, and then replied. “It was great. He asked me out again on Friday.” Her smile never faltered, but as she looked at Bucky’s reaction her eyes narrowed a little in curiosity.

He nodded at her words and fixed his stare down, unable to look her in the eye anymore. He cleared his throat once and then without even looking at her again, got up from the couch. “That’s great, if you’re happy then I’m happy too. It’s better if I go back to my apartment now. Good night Y/n.” He didn’t even spare her another glance and left her apartment in a hurry, not even allowing her the time to wish him good night too. He slammed the door closed behind himself harder than he intended to and that made him wince, but he wasn’t about to go back and apologize  for that.

With short but quick steps he arrived at his door on the other side of the hall and when he entered his apartment, without even realizing, he slammed his door shut too. He knew he had no right to be mad at her for going out on a date with somebody else, but he simply couldn’t talk his broken heart down. He’d been head over heels with Y/n for years and now having to see her date someone that wasn’t him, it was damn painful.

How could he even begin to explain what he felt for Y/n? Truth is he didn’t even remember how it all started.

After the Avengers defeated Thanos and Steve went to the past to get his second chance in life, Bucky chose to not stay with the rest of the Avengers at the new Avengers’ compound. Instead, with the help of Sam he bought a small apartment in Brooklyn where he’d been living for the last four years.

Y/n moved in her apartment on the other side of the hall only a couple of months after Bucky. When she was moving her furniture in, Sam, just like the perfect wing man he is, managed to introduce Bucky and Y/n, claiming they’d be neighbors so they needed to know each other if one of them ever ran out of sugar or flour. Bucky had scowled at Sam in annoyance but Y/n had only giggled at the new Captain America’s words and shook Bucky’s hand. “He’s right.” She had told him. “You’ll never know when one could need the help of a superhero.”

He had blushed then, at her words, and a smile had replaced the previous scowl.

That day they had both helped her move in, carrying the heavy boxes and the furniture. After everything had been put inside her new apartment, Sam and Bucky excused themselves and wished her a good night, seeing it was dark outside already. She had thanked them both for their help and when they were on the hall, she called out to Bucky. “Don’t be a stranger.”

He had smiled at her and nodded his head.

Ever since that day they’d spend many more days together, hanging out at each other’s apartments, but mostly at Y/n’s because she, as Bucky put it, had the better couch, despite the fact that it was smaller than his, but he enjoyed sitting close to her and watching movies and eating chinese takeout  almost every night. Eventually those nights became an every night occurrence, and without even realizing, Y/n and Bucky had become best friends, helping each other with everything, relying to each other, taking care of each other whenever one was sick, mostly Y/n. She even managed to help him calm down after a nightmare when he had knocked on her door at 3 am sweating and crying in pain.

In the last four years they had become almost family to each other.

Despite her very friendly nature, Y/n was actually very shy when it came to romantic relations. So whatever feeling Bucky started developing for his neighbor/best friend, he buried deep inside his heart, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable. Because he knew there was no way someone as perfect as her would even like back someone like him.

Now he had to stand by and watch someone else take her out on dates and make her happy, when that could’ve been him.

With a heavy heart Bucky laid down on his bed and closed his eyes, a long sigh escaping his parted lips.

Bucky didn’t see Y/n the entire upcoming week. She was busy with her work and he spent most of the days at the compound, training for the next mission.

Days had been passing slowly and he missed her so much every passing  minute, especially on the evenings when they’d be almost cuddled up next to each other on her couch and binge watching whatever Netflix series was on his “to-watch-list”. He wanted to knock on her door but he couldn’t find it in himself to do so. After all she had started seeing someone now so he didn’t know if she still wanted him to go over.

It was almost 6 pm on a Saturday when he heard the hesitant knocks on the wood of his door and he moved lazily through his apartment to answer it. He was surprised to find Y/n on the other side of it.

She was wearing a nice dress, perfect for the warm weather of May evening and even more perfect for her. She looked absolutely breathtaking, but the almost panicked expression written all over her face made him break out of his stupor sooner than he would’ve wanted.

“Hey, Y/n. What’s up?” He spoke a little awkwardly, not knowing how to act around her anymore. It seemed as if it had been an eternity since the last time he saw her. Usually when she came over, she never knocked and she would always greet Bucky with a hug or a kiss on the cheek, but that seemed like a long time ago, and somewhat an inappropriate thing to do now.

She greeted him with a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes and asked him if she could come in.

“Uhmm, yeah yeah, sure.” He said, a little confused, but moved on the side to let her inside his apartment and closed the door again.

He saw her move towards the living room, but she never sat down, standing awkwardly in the middle of the small space between the couch and his coffee table.

“Is everything alright Y/n?” He asked then, unable to bare the silence anymore.

She picked her head up and looked at him, a look Bucky couldn’t quite understand. “I need your help.” She finally spoke. Her voice was unsure, even a little shy when she spoke, but he heard her loud and clear.

“Sure, doll. What can I do for you?” Always the hero. Always trying to help. Always helping.

She remained silent for a moment, as if wanting to organize her thoughts well and then she finally started speaking again. “So you know I’ve been talking to this guy for the past month..” she began and Bucky noticed how she was picking up at the skin of her fingernails, a tick of nervousness he knew she had. He moved closer to her and placed his hands on hers, stopping her assault on the fragile skin that had started to bleed a little already.

“What about him? Is everything okay? Is he bothering you? Do I need to kick his ass?” His mind was running a million miles per minute, thinking of the worst case scenarios, but she only shook her head lightly in response.

“Everything is okay with him. He’s great. It’s just…” She hesitated a little before she continued again. “Last night we went out and at the end of the date he walked me home and when he was saying goodnight he leaned in and wanted to kiss me and I turned away so he ended up kissing me on the cheek.” She explained, blushing a little and Bucky was listening to her every word intently.

“Tonight we’re going out again, to the movies this time and this is the third date and I’m thinking we should kiss, right? But I don’t know.” She concluded and let go of his hands that were holding hers, moving to the couch and finally sitting.

Bucky followed her lead and sat too. “You don’t know what?” He asked. If she were unsure about this guy she shouldn’t feel obligated to kiss him. She didn’t owe him anything. She should know that.

But Y/n surprised him with the next words she spoke. “I don’t know how to kiss.” She said and a crimson red painted her cheeks after the words had left her mouth.

Bucky could only stare at her, a little shocked at the confession and that only made her feel more embarrassed than before. “Forget it, this was a stupid idea.”  She said when he took a moment too long to reply and she tried to get up from the couch, but Bucky finally came to his senses.

“No, please doll.” He spoke softly and she sat down again. “I’m sorry.” He continued. “You took me by surprise, that’s all. I mean, how is it possible that you don’t.. you know.. know? How to kiss?”

The entire situation was embarrassing and awkward and they both were wishing the ground would open and swallow them whole.

Y/n felt her cheeks aflame by the embarrassment she was feeling. She knew it was a crazy idea to come to Bucky about this, but he was her only friend.

Despite the fact that she was 26 years old she was an introvert and she didn’t have many friends. Except for Bucky who was her best friend, she had another childhood friend back in her hometown but she was too far to come and help Y/n with her situation.

Her entire life she had avoided people as much as possible, especially boys and men. She never had a boyfriend in her life and she never even kissed a boy before. That’s why she was in  Bucky’s apartment now, asking him for help.

“I just..” she stuttered a reply. “Never kissed someone, so I don’t know how..” Her words were spoken in an almost hushed whisper, still mortified from the situation at hand.

“Okay, so you need me to…?”

“To teach me how to kiss.” She said matter of factly but she regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. They had sounded better in her head than they did when she said them out loud, but there was no way she could take them back now.

Bucky’s eyes widened at her request but he composed himself quickly. He was a highly trained assassin for God’s sake, he knew how to mask his  emotions, but apparently not around Y/n. “I can’t do that!” He finally exclaimed and he watched her face fall after those words. “I mean, it’s not fair to you.” He was quick to add and Y/n looked back up at him. “It’s your first kiss and it should be with someone you have feelings for. Not with me.”

“But Bucky…” A sound of protest left her lips. Those rosy and pillowy lips that he had wished so many times to kiss and that were now asking him to do so. “I’m going to be so embarrassed when he tries to kiss me again and I just stay there. It will be terrible if I just froze in the spot, you know.” She was trying to reason with him as much as she could. “Please? I kind of like this guy and I don’t wanna look stupid in front of him.”

“Doll. You could never look stupid.” He replied, still not saying anything about her request.

He wanted to give in and kiss her so much, but he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to stop once he started. His heart and his mind were in war at the moment.

“Please Buck?” She tried again. “You know I wouldn’t ask this of you if it wasn’t really important to me.” She pleaded and Bucky knew who won the battle inside of him. How could he refuse those lips that he had dreamed of for several years now? How could he refuse her pretty eyes, giving her that sad puppy dog look he absolutely adored? He simply couldn’t. That’s why he found himself slowly nodding his head in response.

“Okay, okay doll. I’ll help.” He said and she nodded back to him, a small smile forming on her lips. “Just one kiss to show you how it’s done.”

“Okay.” She replied and he let out a long breath at the sight of her looking so hopeful now, and beautiful, always.

They turned their bodies to face each other and Bucky cupped her cheek with his flesh hand. Ever so slowly he started closing the distance between their faces, until their noses were almost touching.

Y/n had closed her eyes and was waiting for him to place his lips on hers, but she could only feel his soft breath tickling her lips, but not touching them.

“Relax, doll.” She heard him say and her shoulders sagged a little, finally free from the tension she’d been holding in. “Just go with it and let it happen.”

She was ready to say something when she finally felt his lips touch hers, so softly she thought she must be dreaming it. With the same softness he started kissing her lips, slowly, gently, just like a breeze touching the leaves on the trees. He slowly coaxed her lips to part and she quickly complied, allowing him to deepen the kiss a little, feeling the kiss a little more. He was caressing her lips with his, happy to finally be able to do so, his flesh hand holding her cheek while the metal one moved to her hair, carding through her silky locks.

Too soon for his liking she ended the kiss, but she didn’t back away from him. Her eyes were hooded and her lips still parted when she whispered his name. “Buck..”

It was all he needed to delve in again for another kiss, this one more passionate. He couldn’t hold back anymore, coaxing her mouth open with his tongue, kissing her lips with a passion that was about to burn him entirely. He had been holding back for too long.

The hand in her hair gripped the locks tightly in between the fingers and he felt her let out a small moan against his mouth at the action, which only spurred him to kiss her more. Tongues hugging each other and teeth clashing with each other, biting and kissing and licking lips, starved for each other.

Her hands had found home in his shirt, bunching the material in her fists as she reciprocated his kiss with everything she had.

They had been so lost in each other, not even considering about stopping, until the phone in her pocket ringed and she whined lowly in Bucky’s mouth in annoyance.

“Forget about it.” He spoke between kisses but the device continued ringing until they were forced to part away from each other. Y/n had an apologetic look in her eyes as she fished the phone out of her pocket and she visibly winced when he saw the name on the screen.

She waited a moment until she fixed her breath before answering. “Hi, Andrew.” She spoke, not looking at Bucky anymore. “Yes, I’m ready. I’ll be down in 5 minutes. Okay.” She hung up the phone and finally looked at Bucky again.

He had an unreadable expression in his face while he was still trying to catch his breath from the mind-blowing kiss they just shared.

“I’m sorry. My date is here, I have to go.” Y/n said and waited for Bucky to say something, anything, but he just nodded his head and got up first from the couch, moving to the front door and opening it for her.

She got up too and walked out of the apartment, unable to say another word to him. When she finally reached the door of her own apartment and was entering it, Bucky finally decided to break the silence.

“You’re a quick learner Y/n. Kiss him like that and he’ll be yours forever.” She wanted to laugh at his words, but she just turned her head back and smiled sadly at him.

“Thanks Buck.” She said before he closed the door and entered his apartment again.

This is it, he thought as he sat back on his couch. The same couch where less than 5 minutes ago he was kissing the woman he loved. He should’ve stopped her. He should’ve said something. Asked her not to go on that stupid date with stupid Andrew. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. Because he was a coward.

Besides, if Y/n felt something for him, after that kiss she sure would’ve said something too. But she didn’t. She just got up and left to go on her date with another man, leaving Bucky behind with swollen lips and a broken heart.

It was less than three hours later that she finally came back. Bucky heard the keys jingle out in the hall and he knew she was back. She was probably coming back home with her date, he thought, but he was shocked to see her open his door and enter his apartment instead.

She seemed hesitant as she walked inside his place, finding Bucky slouched on the couch, a half finished bottle of whiskey in his hand.

“Bucky?” She called his name cautiously and he picked up his head to look at her. The same dress from before, except this time she was wearing a denim jacket over it too. He stared at her for a while, simply admiring her beauty, cursing himself for not being enough for her.

“Are you drunk?” The question left her lips without thinking. She knew he couldn’t get drunk, but when she saw him like that it was the first thing that came to mind.

“You know I can’t get drunk doll.” His reply was court and composed. “How did it go? Where’s your date?” He then asked her, despite the fact that he had no interest in knowing the answer to either of those questions.

She moved to sit on the couch next to him, the same spot he had stolen her breath away with one kiss a couple of hours ago, and she couldn’t think of nothing else except for that kiss. “It was okay.” She spoke mechanically, staring at his face. In her mind she was still kissing him.

“Did you kiss him?” Another question he didn’t want to know the answer of but he couldn’t help but ask it. Her only reply was a nod, but it was enough for Bucky to understand what she meant.

He slouched his head, dejected, broken, not wanting to be near her anymore. He had lost her.

“Yes, I kissed him.” She spoke a second later and Bucky wanted to tell her he understood that from her nod. “But I realized his weren’t the lips I wanted to kiss me, the lips I wanted to kiss.” She added a little breathlessly.

Bucky fixed his eyes on her, this time waiting with curiosity for her to continue. That she did. “I never wanted to go to that date after the most amazing kiss of my life, but I didn’t want to be rude to Andrew, so I thought I’d give him a chance, because he was a really nice guy.” She let out a small breath before she continued to speak again, Bucky patiently and curiously listening to her. “The entire time we were out I was still thinking about a certain set of lips that managed to set me on fire. And I thought to myself, it’s just because it was my first kiss. I’m sure if I kiss Andrew it will be even better, because I like Andrew. So I kissed him, but there was nothing. I was still searching for a different kiss in him. I was still asking to feel another man’s lips on mine.”

The bottle of alcohol he’d been holding in his hands, he placed it carefully on the coffee table before turning his body to the side to fully face her. “Doll, what are you saying?”

She let out a small sigh before answering, looking him dead in the eye. “I’m saying I don’t want to kiss anyone else beside you.” She confessed and it seemed that the world came to a stop.

He moved to get closer to her, this time both of his hands cupping her cheeks, inching their faces so close to each other once again. “Are you sure?” There was a slight tremble in his voice when he asked the question, but there was none in hers as she answered “Absolutely.” before locking her lips to his and kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

Their mouths continued the exploration and their hands found homes in each other’s bodies.

Bucky was so happy he could die. He kept kissing her like his life depended on it and between kisses he managed to speak. “Good, because I’m planning to kiss you for the rest of my life.”

[alovesongshewrote]

Almost A Thousand Years - Spellbound | Hisirdoux Casperan

Plot:  You’ve known Hisirdoux Casperan for almost a thousand years.  You’ve hated him for almost a thousand years.  And for almost a thousand years, you’ve been cursed to feel each others pain.  But somewhere in that time, things changed.  [Hisirdoux Casperan x Mostly Gender Neutral but Probably Female Presenting Based on How Historical Men Treat Them!Reader]

Word Count:  5,298

Warnings: guess who’s swearing again, reader is generally sad lol, mentions of torture

A/N:  OOP WIZARDS

Tags: @furblrwurblr​ @rainningdoom​ @fluffydmonkey @blondie0458​ @sitherin-mxschief  @jinxedleo​ @lawlesshedgehog @einahpetsyarcip

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“Beware!  You, you!  Are in grave danger!”

“Archie?”

You were very surprised to see the familiar and very glad that whatever made you want to hurt Douxie didn’t apply to him.  

“(Y/N)?”

“Heyyy, Arch,”

“(Y/N), where have you been?  Douxie’s been looking for you everywhere!”

“That’s what I’m worried about,”

“Wait, (Y/N), you know the talking cat?”  Toby exclaimed, frantically between you and the cat-dragon.

“He’s a familiar, actually,”

“Familiar?”

“Nuh-uh, not familiar, I would remember if I’d met a talking cat,”

“No, familiar, wizard-assistant,”

“Assistant!  That’s very offensive, I am a wizard associate, thank you very much,”

“Yeah, okay, semantics, what do you need Arch?”

“I need you to come with me, or the world as you know it will come to end,”

You sighed, rubbing your temples.  Had you and your gang of stray children, trolls, and Akiridions not saved the planet enough for one year?  What sin did you commit to cause these unending apocalypses to rain down on you?

“Are you threatening me pussy cat?”

You put a hand on Steve’s shoulder, a little worried that he would actually try to fight Archie.  It wouldn’t be too out of character for him.

“No, I’m warning you,” Archie responded, calm as ever, “Put simply, the world as you know it is about to end,”

“What else is new,”  you muttered, following the cat-dragon down the street, “C’mon guys, let’s see what wants to destroy the universe now,”

Toby, Steve and Arrrgh kept up the conversation while you followed Archie in silence, silently praying that wherever the familiar led you, his wizard would be far away.

Your prayers went unanswered.  

“Sorry, this is a lot to take in.  Pets can talk?  The world is ending?  Again?”

“Not the best timing, I know, but we need your help all the same,”

“Douxie?”

“Casperan,”

“(Y/N)?”

“Wait, (Y/N), you know this guy too!?”  

You froze in place at Steve’s question, looking briefly into Douxie’s eyes.  If it hadn’t been physically painful to avoid killing him whenever you were in the same place, it still would’ve been emotionally painful.  How could you look into the eyes of the one person you could always count on, the man you loved, when he had left you for dead?  How could you look into his eyes knowing you had been sent to kill him?  Centuries had passed, and yet you still felt like the traitor you’d always been.

“We’re acquaintances,” you said, stepping back in a desperate attempt to quell the bloodlust rising within you, trying to escape the rage that wasn’t yours.

You avoided looking into Douxie’s eyes again, but the hurt on his face was clear to you, even if you weren’t staring directly at it.

“Wait, wait, hold up, I thought you worked at the cafe or were a model or something-?”

Douxie laughed a little, trying to shake off your icy demeanour, “There’s a lot about me you don’t know,”  

The cuff on his wrist glowed blue, the light forming an orb in the palm of his hand.  The teenagers in front of you were wide-eyed, amazed by Douxie’s use of magic.  You just shook your head and kept trying not to kill your oldest friend.

He pressed the orb to the door of the bookshop, unlocking it, “Come on then, the answers to all your questions are within,”

“Sure they are,” you muttered, hanging back as the boys filed into the store.  You took a second to look at Arcadia’s Arcane bookstore, one of the few places in town you’d never actually been to.  When Douxie started working there, you decided that avoiding the shop was a key part of not committing murder.  The same went for the cafe, and anywhere else the wizard went.

“(Y/N)?” Speak of the devil, it was the wizard.  The one whose life you were trying to save, “C’mon, I need you for this, too,”

“I-” you looked down, desperately searching for an excuse.  End of the world or not, saving Douxie from yourself was more important.  Maybe you should’ve just left Arcadia.

“(Y/N),” his voice was soft, just as you remembered it.  The way he looked at you made you want to cry.  There was so much love in his eyes.  Left for dead or not, you couldn’t deny he did care about you, “Please,”

He reached out, his hand gently clasping around your wrist.  No matter how much you longed for his touch, you tore your hand from his grip as if you’d been burned.

“Fine, Douxie, I’ll join you on whatever hell-quest this is, but you have to promise that you’ll stay away from me,”

He was shocked, clearly taken aback by what you said, “That’s… that’s fine, but why?”

It killed you to hear how heartbroken he sounded, “I’ll explain later, let’s just go,”

The hurt in your voice hit him hard.  The way you’d jerked your hand back left him feeling as if he’d done something wrong.  Whatever it was, Douxie promised himself that he would figure it out and apologize to you and make it better.  He didn’t need you to forgive him, he just wanted you to smile again.  He wanted to see the light in your eyes, the one that he’d been falling in love with since at least the fifteen-hundreds, even if he wasn’t the cause of it.  Ever since you’d disappeared, you’d been distant.  The few chances he got to look at you, you’d seemed haunted.  He wanted to help you so bad, but he couldn’t do anything unless you let him.

Silently, the two of you walked through the door.

Inside the shop, various objects floated about, surrounded by a green hue.  You recognized that magic.  It had cursed you years ago and had cursed Jim more recently.  Merlin.

“Put that down! Thank the ether you’re here!  We haven’t a moment to waste,”

“Woah, crusty creepy dude,”  

You laughed at that, trying to keep yourself quiet and failing.  You wouldn’t say it to Merlin’s face, but those were your thoughts almost exactly.  The old wizard ignored both you and Steve.

“I had hoped for more Hisirdoux,”

“Jeez, thanks Merlin,”

“Silence, traitor,”

You rolled your eyes into the back of your head.  Would no one let you live that down?  

As if Douxie sensed your discomfort, the young wizard took the attention off of you, “Look, I tried, I couldn’t find the changelings or the aliens.  I’m pretty sure most left the planet,”

“Merlin!  It’s me!  Toby Domzalski!  Y’know, War Hammer, Guardian of Arcadia, Geology Club president,”

“No one could forget you chatty,”

“Oh my god, Merlin, what have I told you about talking to kids!”  

Since the old man had awoken from his nine-century long sleep, you’d tried to convince him to do two things.  Call Douxie, because the young wizard deserved to know what was going on and you couldn’t tell him yourself, and be nicer to the children for god’s sake.

“And Steve Palchuk!  Creepslayer!”

“I have no idea who you are, but we’re desperate.  Thankfully, we have the brute,”

“Because, y’know, the traitor is of no use to you,” you muttered, scooping up Archie, trying to interrupt a dispute between him and Arrrgh.  Fortunately, the familiar did not struggle to get away from you despite your cold attitude towards his wizard.  That, at the very least, brought you some relief.

“Wait, where’s Jimbo and Claire?  I thought they were with you?”

“Yeah, good question Merlin, where’ are the kids you’re in charge of?”

“Answers forthcoming.  Make preparations, we’ve a journey ahead.  And don’t-”

“But Master!”

“‘But Master,’ me,”

“Very typical,” you sighed, releasing Archie from your hold.  Your attention was brought back to Douxie.

“But… are you sure you want to count on these children?  They’re clearly not ready for this,”

He was partially right.  Your kids had seen battle before and could probably take whatever was thrown at them, but that didn’t mean they should have to.  They deserved a break.

Steve scoffed, “Excuse me, college dude, these children fought off a fifty-foot extraterrestrial,”  he made a good point despite it being an obvious brag, and it would have held some weight, had he not promptly gotten into a scuffle with an enchanted set of armour.  

You watched, cringing a bit, before turning your attention to Merlin and Douxie’s conversation.

“I’ve spent years preparing, centuries-!”  All true, once again.  You could say what you wanted about Hisirdoux Casperan, but you couldn’t deny he was more than capable when it came to magic.   You'd seen his magic improve over the centuries, and you knew for a fact that he could kick some ass.

“Silence!”  Merlin cut Douxie off, reminding you ever so slightly of your Camelot days.  You wanted, desperately, to comfort your friend, but being in the same room was hard enough.  If you touched him, he would die.

“I mean, silence, all of you,”  Merlin corrected himself, “Can you not hear that?”

You could hear nothing, but you stopped to listen anyway.  Beside you, Toby drew his hammer, readying for a battle.

You still couldn’t hear it.

“Something wicked this way comes,”

You squeezed your eyes shut, tired and stressed, but willing to fight.  You drew your sword, and in front of you, blue magic circled around Douxie’s wrist.  Your body was telling you to murder him right now, show him no mercy, go for the throat, but you held back.  Now was not the time to kill your friends.

Merlin and Douxie walked past you to look out the window.  You joined them, squinting to try and make out what lurked in the murky darkness, only to jump back when a shadow mephit flung itself at the glass in front of you.  It bounced off a shield of blue, tumbling off into the street to join its brothers and sisters, all of which now came into view.

“Shadow mephits?  Traitor, did you lead them here?”

“You do know I have a name, right?”

“No, no, it wasn’t (Y/N), it was me, or at least I think it was,”

“Yes, it was us,” Archie said, jumping onto a shelf next to Douxie.  You would’ve laughed at the familiar’s candor, had the shadow mephits been less interested in breaking in.

Merlin just shook his head, “He found us.  The barrier won’t hold for long.  We must make egress!  Tobias, take my things!”

With a wave of Merlin’s hand, a trunk, surrounded by the green glow of his magic, slammed into Toby and flew him up to the roof, screaming.

“For god’s sake, Merlin,”  he couldn’t hear you through the attack, but it was the sentiment that counted.

But then again nothing really mattered.  A mephit broke through the barrier, only to face a bolt of magic from Merlin, “All of you to the roof!”

You grabbed Steve and Arrrgh and started up the stairs.  Douxie, of course, didn’t listen to his master.  You couldn’t hear the argument that took place between them as you guided your companions up the stairs, but you could see what was going on below you.  You had to admit, Douxie blasting shadow mephits while standing his ground in an argument was pretty damn impressive (impressive here meaning hot.)

Merlin moved past you, blasting some mephits as he went.  You took initiative and sent some magic their way as well, knocking a few away from Archie.  Douxie grabbed his familiar with magic, saving the cat-dragon from a very mephit-y death.

“C’mon Douxie,” you said, waiting for him by the door, crying out slightly when the nerd rammed his hand into a candle, feeling the burn on your own hand.  Your wizard took a brief moment to look at you, then the candle before lighting the bookstore on fire.

To be fair, it was a magic fire, and it wasn’t damaging anything but the mephits.  You were actually quite impressed by that, too, and you were very charmed by his laughter once he saw that his plan worked.  Merlin, however, didn’t care.

“Fire!?”

“Yeah, magic fire!”

“In a bookstore!!?”

“Butmephitsarevulnerabletofire-”

“Move it!”

You grabbed Archie, jumping out the door to see your friends fighting off even more shadow mephits.

“Got any more magic fire, Doux?”

“‘M afraid I’m fresh out,”

“Ah.  Fuck,”

You swung your sword into the nearest mephit, “I guess we’ll have to do this the old fashioned way then,”  You buried the blade in another one of the creatures before placing Archie on the ground and blocking a blow from yet another mephit.

“Stand back!”  Merlin exclaimed, throwing a crystal ball that released a small ship from inside of it.  The blast from the ship blew back a few of the mephits long enough for everyone to have a two-second gawk at the little boat.

“Woah, ship just got real!”

“Yeah-huh,”

“Everyone on!”  Arrrgh growled, tossing all of you on board.  

You frantically scuttled away from Douxie, double-checking your blade to be sure it didn’t have his blood on it.  It didn’t.  He was safe.  From you, at least.

You stuck to one side of the ship, watching your friends fight off more shadow mephits on the other side.  You sincerely hoped they’d never have to fight you like that.

You heard someone say, “Boy,” from below, a voice that was eerily familiar to one you had heard before, not too long ago.  You were about to rise and check to see if your suspicions were correct, but before you had the chance, green shards flew through the air, just like-

Just like the one that had gone through you.

You didn’t have time to ponder things as Merlin’s ship flew off through the night sky.  You just sat back and shut your eyes, trying to keep the internal demons at bay.

You did your best to erase the memory from your mind.  To forget a green knight who, on the orders of his masters, sent a shard of black magic right through you.  You should have died, but instead, the projectile broke through your skin and disintegrated, taking over your body, turning you into an assassin against your will.  Your captors had called it a trial, an experiment.  Sneaking a look at one of the shards beside you, you realized that you had been a test run.  That shard hadn’t disintegrated.

You kept your eyes shut.

A few minutes later, the memories faded.  You could relax, finally.  The sound of the boys screaming with joy rang through the air.  Flying was fun, you had to admit that.  You opened your eyes, first looking at Steve, Arrrgh, and Toby, then at Douxie.  

He was beautiful, staring off into the distance as if there was nothing in the world to worry about.  As if the assassin sent to kill him wasn’t at his side right now.  You bit the inside of your cheek to keep any emotion from showing.  You couldn’t let them know anything was wrong, if you did they’d never trust you again.  But what you felt was overwhelming.

You were stressed, not knowing what was to come in the future, nor what your captors would do to you if they knew your target was still alive.  You were hurt, because over the ten years that you’d been tortured your best friend hadn’t searched for you, even though he had before.  Was he tired of you?  Did he just not care anymore?  You were scared of the answer.  And worst of all, you were in love.  But you refused to admit it.

“What the heck is that?”

You turned your attention to the horizon before you, “That’s not-”

“Welcome, young squires, to Camelot,”

“Camelot!?  Like, as in ancient-old-people-times Camelot!?”

“Thanks, Toby,” you snarked under your breath.  You heard a snicker from beside you.  You made him laugh.  That made you feel a lot better.  You even smiled when you thought Douxie wasn’t looking.  Maybe things wouldn’t be so bad.

He was looking.  His fondness for seeing his old home dulled in comparison to his fondness for you.  The small smile on your lips was enough to power his world for decades, no, centuries.  You still seemed troubled, but if you smiled now, there was still hope that he could help you make things better.  

“Excuse me, I have a question.  How is this castle flying right now?”  

“The Heart of Avalon.  Its magic keeps Camelot aloft, powered by time itself,”

You took a moment to lean over the side of the ship, examining the large green stone.  It was nice.  Reminded you of Merlin’s magic.  The ship took a sudden turn upwards, and Merlin called out a greeting to someone.

“Holy crap, Gallahad’s still alive?”

“Seems that way,”

“I guess committing treason means you miss the weekly newsletter,”

You missed Douxie’s frown at your angsty humour.  He wanted you to know that no matter what Merlin called you, you were no longer a traitor.  You wished that could be true.

The ship took another sharp turn, heading for the entrance.

“I say, coming in a little hot, don’t you think?”

“Rubbish!”

“I knew Merlin would be the death of me, but not like this,”

You held on tight as the ship landed, but it wasn’t enough.  The impact launched you into Douxie, who managed to catch you, only for you to jump out of his arms, even though you would’ve liked to stay there.

“Sorry,” you whispered, once again straining to avoid murder.

If Merlin didn’t try to execute you for past treasons, he would definitely kill you for murdering his favourite apprentice.  Of course, that was only one of several reasons to avoid committing homicide, but it was the most prevalent right now as Merlin caught your eye.

Toby, Steve and Douxie exchanged banter, while you spoke in lower tones with your once master.

“So, you still haven’t gotten over your petty rivalry, have you?

“It’s not that, Master, I-”

“So we’re back to Master, are we?”

“It’s only fitting seeing that we’re back in Camelot,”

“If that’s the case, I should have you killed for treason,”

You weren’t sure if that was a joke or not, but your response was one hundred percent serious, “Please do,”

Merlin turned to you, fairly concerned.  He was not expecting that retort, to say the least.  But you weren’t looking at him.  You were looking back at his apprentice, something he couldn’t name trapped in your gaze.

“Uh, cool floating castle ship,” Toby interrupted both your and Merlin’s train of thought, “But what’s the grave danger you keep talking about?”

Merlin didn’t answer, instead, he looked ahead of him, “Ah, there you are,”

“Claire!”

“Toby!”

“Aarghaumont!”

“Blinky!”

You grinned as your friends hugged each other.  It was good for them to be back together again.  

“Whoa, hey, Steve’s here, too!  How ‘bout- how ‘bout some love for Steve?”

As much as you admired Steve’s growth as a person, you had to cringe, just a little.

“Oh, hi Steve,”  Claire said, unimpressed before her eyes turned to you, “(Y/N)!  Hi!”

“Hey, Claire, Blink,” you gave a small wave, too emotionally and physically exhausted for anything else at this point.

“What happened to you guys?”  Toby asked, frantically taking in Claire and Blinky’s worse for wear appearances, “Wait, where’s Jim?”

The look on Claire’s face told you everything you needed to know.

One room over, Jim was encased in a green crystal… thing.  

You knelt to the ground next to Jim’s crystal and immediately began your assessment.  The trollhunter’s face, arms and legs seemed to be fine, but a shard of something had embedded itself in his chest.  Unfortunately, you recognized it.  It was the same thing your captors used to force you into becoming an assassin.  It looked like the shard had gotten about halfway in before stopping, completely intact, above Jim’s heart.  You didn’t need to be a doctor to know that that wasn’t a good thing, but you were a doctor, and you needed to get a closer look before you could do anything.  Before you could get any closer, your attention went back to the conversation taking place between everyone else in the room.

“What happened to him?”

“We were ambushed.  Some ancient, dark warrior.  An unstoppable knight clad in green,”  

Your blood ran cold.  You were right.  Same knight, same shard, and eventually, same outcome.  You didn’t want to think about that.  You refused to consider the implications.

“Master, is that the same knight we saw at the bookstore?”

“One and the same,”

You swore under your breath.  This could not be happening.  You never wanted to deal with your captors ever again, but here they were, knocking at your door and trying to kill more of your friends.

“That onyx shard is working its way towards his heart.  I placed the boy in stasis, stalling its progress… for now,”

“But that’s not a permanent solution, is it?”  you muttered, deciding to distract yourself from thoughts of the green knight by trying to find a way to fix this problem.  

If you removed the shard, it might leave a gaping hole in Jim’s chest, one that would need more than a few stitches, that is if you could pull the shard out at all.  You weren’t super sure whether it would disintegrate or not, and if it did, that might kick start whatever possession your captors had planned for Jim.  

If you couldn’t remove the shard, stasis was the best idea until you figured out how to remove it.  Maybe it could be burnt away?  But that might kick start disintegration.  No, that would just burn the boy, and impalement was bad enough.  You racked your brain, struggling to find a solution.  Around you, your friends were talking, but you barely listened.  You needed to focus, otherwise, you’d explode from nerves alone.

“If I had my shadow staff, I could have saved him,”

“Who is this Green Knight?  How do I get my hands on him?”

“I do not know.  The Green Knight said but one name, which chilled me to the bone.  Morgana,”

The name of the Eldritch queen caught your attention.  You stood up, eyes now focused on Merlin.

“Oh, I hate that lady.  But wait, I thought we kicked her bewitched butt to the shadow realm?”

“Which he appeared not to know, but he bore the emblem of Camelot,”

Great.  Just great, the last thing you needed was Camelot zombies, and yet, here they were!  Merlin took a few steps away from Jim before turning and heading out the door, and into the night.  The gang followed though you stayed behind, taking one last look at Jim.  You’d failed him.  You were supposed to be a doctor, and a protector, but here he was, nearly dead because you left him alone with Merlin for more than two seconds.

“Come with me, quickly.  I fear the answer lies in the past,”  

You turned away from Jim, following behind the others, avoiding Douxie and staying silent.

“A dark menace is coming, one even I cannot face alone,”  The old wizard led you into another tower, stopping at a table in the center and opening up a time map, “You are all now soldiers in a war started centuries ago for the world of magic,”

You scoffed slightly, “Yeah, what else is new,”

Merlin ignored you, “Once, the realms of Magic and Man clashed in endless bloodshed.  King Arthur sought to wipe out magic that ravaged the lands in his war against Gunmar,”  blue light from the time map displayed images of Arthur and Gunmar as the old wizard spoke.  

You turned your eyes to the floor at the sight of your old master.  It hadn’t been long since you’d seen the old trolls face, but it still brought a sense of anxiety with it.  The Gumm-Gumm king had trained you to be afraid, to be a fighter.  He’d pretty much ruined your childhood, but there was no time for angst now.  Merlin was still expositing.

“I brought what few spellcasters I could under my protection, to spare them from the sword,”

“Including myself, (Y/N)-”

“That’s technically false,”

“Oh, and Morgana le Fay,”

“She was the finest student I ever taught… until she tried to kill me.  Thankfully, in my all-seeing wisdom,”  you rolled your eyes again.  Merlin kept talking, “I created a secret weapon- the Trollhunter amulet.  The war came to a standstill and I imprisoned Morgana at the Battle of Killahead Bridge,”

“Only for her to break out nine hundred years later,”

“Shush,” Merlin finally acknowledged you, “This Green Knight that assailed us was clearly born of dark magicks, but I have no memory of him nor what connection he could have to Morgana,”

You bit your lip, remembering the shard used to curse you.  You had a very vague idea of the connection between the Eldritch queen and the Green Knight.

“We know not what he is, nor why he pursues us, though his presence is a dire omen of things to come,”

You also had a decent idea of why the knight was pursuing you.  Or, at least pursuing Merlin.  If this green knight was, in fact, the same that served your captors, it was likely he was doing their bidding just as you were.  With the knight, they’d targeted Merlin directly, or, at the very least his trollhunter.  In your case, you’d been sent to kill one of the very few people Merlin actually cared about.  Either way, they were coming for Merlin, or for what he had.  

Back in your prison, you had two main captors.  You’d only briefly met the third, the one they’d lost.  From what you’d gathered, the other two assumed she ran to Merlin, and judging by size alone, it was very possible that she was hiding somewhere here, in Camelot.  

It was either that, or they were coming after you specifically for not murdering Douxie fast enough, but that didn’t seem likely.

The sound of a bell ringing shook you from your thoughts.

Something hit the side of the castle, knocking everyone to the floor.

“What’s happening?”

“Have you never been under attack before?  To the battlements!”

You followed Merlin and the squad outside to see your worst nightmare come to life.

Your once-prison, the ship of your captors, the Arcane Order, rose into view.

“Oh.  Fuck,”  your eyes widened as you took in the skull-shaped ship for the second time this century.

“Everyone, get to safety!  Now!”

Merlin didn’t have to ask you twice.  You grabbed whoever was nearest to you and scrambled to find the safest place possible.  It was kind of difficult while Camelot shook from each attack, but you managed.

You shoved Toby, Claire and Steve into a small sheltered balcony of sorts, raising your hands and casting a shield around the four of you.  Debris bounced off of the magic you’d projected.  Merlin was yelling something, but you kept your focus, straining to stay in place as ice hit the ship, forming bridges between the Arcane Order and Camelot.  It didn’t work very well.  The shield came down around you, but there was no time to set it up again.  

The kids ran towards the edge of the ship, their weapons drawn.  You followed behind.

“All of a sudden, flying castles aren’t so cool!”

“You said it, Steve,”

The ship shook some more as fire and ice attacked it.  You watched, wide-eyed, as the demi-gods who had tortured you for ten years sent blast after blast at what had once been your home.

“We‘ve got to protect Jim!  I’m not losing him again!”  Claire exclaimed as shadow mephits began to cross the icy bridges connecting them to Camelot.

You took two mephits out with your sword while Toby yelled something about hammers.  The four of you continued your fight, taking out as many goblins and shadow mephits as possible.  It didn’t take too long for you to clear a path, making your way to Jim and the trolls.

Another blast of ice carved its way into the tower in front of you, forcing you to remember that same ice carving its way into your skin.

“Surrender, Merlin,”  

That voice made you want to vomit.  You took a few steps back, not even bothering to prepare a spell or level your sword at an opponent.  You were somewhere else now.

Fortunately, you didn’t have to do much in terms of freeing the ship.  One of the towers crashed into the bridges of ice, releasing Camelot from the Arcane Order’s hold and snapping you out of your traumatized haze.

You followed Claire and Steve up to the main tower, where Douxie was trying his best to steer the ship.  

“Please don’t blow us up, please don’t blow us up,”

“We don’t have enough power for the jump!”  Archie sounded as panicked as you felt.

“Trust in Merlin!”  Scratch that, Douxie’s panicked shouting was much more like you.

“No thanks!”

Green fire surrounded whatever the hell device was controlling the ship, giving it enough power to tear a hole in time and space.

“We have to steer Camelot through the time rift!”

You would have helped if you hadn’t been slammed into one of the railings, left to cling on for your life.  That was probably fine, Douxie, Claire and Steve were managing.

“IT ENDS,”  it was the green knight’s voice again, “NOW,”

Panic surged through your veins as something hit the ship, tipping it, and sending you all flying.  You held onto whatever you could, trying not to freefall through the air.  Jim’s crystal nearly fell on you, instead, it fell down and into the time rift, which was probably worse than him just crushing you, but you couldn’t really think of that right now.

“What do we do man?”

“Trust me!”  Douxie exclaimed, grabbing Claire and pulling her with him into the rift.  You watched them fall, still panicking.

“Whatever, I have nothing better to do,” you joked, trying to calm your nerves.  It wasn’t working.  You let go and fell through the night and into a different time.

The sky changed.

It was daytime now.

You were still falling though.

“This is gonna hurt!”

“It- Does- Hurt!”  Steve voiced your thoughts perfectly.

The wind was knocked from your lungs as you hit blue forcefield after blue forcefield and then the ground.  The landing was pretty rough, but the good news was you were all alive.

The four of you remained lying on the ground for a moment before Steve began to freak out, something about being blind, before he was hit in the head with Jim’s crystal tomb.

The boy groaned, “What just happened?”

“Well, I just conjured an anti-gravity spell to slow our fall and keep us from dying.  You’re welcome,”

“Thanks for not letting us die a horrible, horrible death, Casperan,” you said, sitting up.  You did a quick check to make sure nothing was broken before you realized.  You didn’t have an innate drive to murder the wizard anymore.  You laughed a little, realizing the curse was broken, for now at least.

“(Y/N)? You okay, love?”

“I am much better than okay,”  You turned to see Douxie’s very concerned face, elated to find that you didn’t want to kill him anymore, “I’ll explain later,”

“Douxie,” Claire asked, calling your attention to her, “Where is the flying castle?”

“Oh, fuzzbuckets!  Well, it would appear we’ve had ourselves a temporal accident,”

“Which means?”

Douxie didn’t have time to answer before a sword was pointed at his throat.  It wasn’t yours though, so that was nice.

You looked around to see your little group surrounded by guards, all of them with weapons pointing at you.

“It means, that we are lost in time,”

“Motherfu-”

[skullrock]

What do you think of Billy Hargrove after the third season?

GOD I have so much to say...

First of all, I still think he’s a shithead. While I’m glad we got a look into his life, it was done in SUCH a bizarre way that I still have very little sympathy for him. His life SUCKED. He didn’t deserve anything he went through and I do really wish he could have had his redemption arc. But abuse does not mean you can be an abuser. It’s hard to break the cycle, but you have to. Billy can’t get a pass for acting like an abuser because he was abused. That’s not how it works!

To put it simply, being abused is an explanation as to why he acted like he did, but it’s not an excuse. Billy shouldn’t get a pass for screaming at his sister, grabbing her harshly, beating Steve’s face in, trying to beat Lucas’ face in, yelling harmful shit at kids, all because his dad abused him. That’s not how it works. He cannot get a pass for that. I don’t know why people give him a pass.

Secondly, he was mostly flayed in S3, so we really didn’t get much of a look into him. I do feel sympathy for him when he’s saying that he doesn’t want to do it (while pleading with Max) like that really sucks! That’s super sad. But his sad plot line in the show really doesn’t make up for literal years of him being a bully and an abuser. I think it’s really a disservice to his character that he didn’t get any real growth, since he was flayed. But Billy was also in the show to be written out, so I understand why they didn’t spend a ton of time on his character. However, they really could have done either more than the 5 min abuse background story or nothing at all lol. Just a very bizarre thing to throw in I think.

Third, I think his sacrifice was great, but that’s... what anyone would do I’d think?? Idk. It’s not extremely heroic because it’s literally what he had to do at that point. Good for him for pulling himself out of his flayed state to take a stand but I can’t be like “this redeems him fully” ya know?

I think what pisses me off the most about his character in S3 is that the writers shifted Max from being absolutely horrified of him to being like “hehe he’s gross boy!!”. They completely erased the abuse he handed her just so we’d feel bad for him when we finally died? And the only way I could see her crying over his death is that she feels guilty that he died without her being able to see him as a brother. She obviously did not have a good relationship with him (and that’s saying the LEAST) and I think she feels horrible that she never did. I prefer to believe that’s why she’s upset when he died, not as a “I love him this sucks” kind of way. Like a “we could have really been brother and sister and this is an awful way for someone to go”. 

I don’t like Billy and I never really did but I can say with certainty that they could have done a lot more with his character instead of throwing in a quick backstory to make us all feel pity for him when he’s still a fucking abuser. His past explains his behavior, but does not excuse it. 

It feels good to write this all out - thanks for asking!

[nev3rfound]

love me goodbye : b.b

brief summary: loosely based off of the lyrics from the song love you goodbye by one direction. do not judge me. I listened to this song the other day for the first time and the lyrics hit me deep and this idea sparked from there. 

(update I’m a fake fan who got the title of the song wrong lol)

requested: nope, an idea I just went with word count: 1.9k warnings: angst and death (but mostly fluff)

Forcing yourself through the crowds you could hear the cheers growing, but all your body allowed you to focus on was your heart rate increasing. “Lemme through!” You plead as some move aside, allowing you to get closer.

You lift up your skirt, not caring about getting muddy anymore, all you care about is the possibility that he’s one of them, that he might’ve come home. “Y/n, keep goon’” Turning around you glance back at your friends who smile with encouragement, they’ve been praying he’s one of them with Steve for your sake.

Ever since he left you’ve not been the same. The heartache of not knowing if he’s still alive. You see your friends get telegraphs, letting them know their love is missing in action. You’ve dealt with the pain for them, held them close as they sob, but you never had to deal with it for yourself, not yet.

Over the tops of heads, you can see a series of men walking towards you, all of them in a blur of greens and browns with Steve standing in front, his lavish suit standing him out from the crowd. As you push further you can see Steve smiling, glancing to his side which is just out of your view. 

“Bucky!” You yell in desperation and those around you move aside. 

They all notice the look on the young soldiers face, the pure joy to hear his name being called. As you stand still in the parted crowd tears rise instantly as you begin running, not caring how fast or if you fall because he is here, in the flesh. 

“Y/n!” He yells back, running across the streets until you’re in his arms. 

He laughs, you cry as he spins you around, refusing to let you go. “I never thought I’d see you again.” You cry as you place your hands on his cheeks, taking in the fact he’s home, he’s okay. 

Before he can say anything you jump up, kissing him passionately as if it were the last time. “I love you, James.” You mutter between kisses as his grip tightens once again before he opens his eyes, seeing all the boys whistling or applauding. 

“I’m never lettin’ you go, doll.” Bucky whispers into your kisses as a smile plays on his lips. After everything he’s gone through, all the pain, the mental torment it almost vanishes when you’re with him. Your hand in his, you smiling at him with such love he feels lost in your gaze. “Not for one second.” 

*

Laughing in the bar you struggle to keep your hands off of each other, it’s been a week filled with long sleepless nights, some better than others, but you’re coping. 

You’re afraid of him going back, knowing what Steve is planning with this organisation. Bucky doesn’t want you to know too much in case it puts you at risk, but he should know better by now than to think you’ll roll over that easily. 

Bucky watched as you focused closely on every single detail Steve told you. He was inamoured by your sheer concentration, by how effortlessly beautiful you were as your eyebrows remained knitted together, your lips pursed and your eyes, well Bucky struggled to look elsewhere. You were concentrating harder than you ever had. If anything were to happen, you needed to know what was going to happen, what could happen if their plan were to fall apart. 

As Steve finishes you lean back in your chair, motioning for another drink which you make short work of. “Okay.” You nod, swallowing the last of the sharp liquid as Bucky places his hand on your lower back. “When do you leave?” 

Carefully Bucky glances over to Steve with a pleading look. He doesn’t want you to know how soon it really is considering he only just got you back. But Bucky knows this is what he has to do, he has to protect you and this might be the only way to ensure such a thing. 

“In two days.” Steve states as his eyes are unable to meet yours. 

You simply nod, swallowing the lump in your throat before placing some change on the bar before excusing yourself. “I’ll see you later, Buck.” You mumble, kissing his cheek before he has the chance to turn and kiss you back. 

He sighs loudly as he watches you walk out, head low and nails digging into each other in fear. “I can’t keep doin’ this to her, Stevie.” Bucky mutters to his best friend who places a hand on his shoulder. “It’s breaking my heart seeing her so upset.” 

Steve nods, knowing that look. He wishes he could be vocal about it, tell him not to come and settle with Y/n. But Bucky can’t back down, not after what he’s been through. “One mission, and it’s over, Buck.” Steve reminds him, and Bucky nods as he memorises the words, enforcing them in his mind to tell Y/n once again. 

It’ll be one mission and then they can settle. He’ll be able to be the Father of her children, watch her walking down the aisle as he sees her in a white dress. They’ll be able to have the life they’ve been dreaming about since his last night before he left. 

As Bucky walks back towards your small house he glances up, seeing your light is still on. He smiles to himself, remembering the days when he’d call out your name or throw stones at your window just to catch your attention. 

He looks around until he finds a small stone and throws it to your window, hearing it clink. 

Inside of your room, you turn around at the sound, unable to wipe a smile from your face as you wipe your eyes and push the window open. “James Barnes, what’re you doing?” You question as you lean out of the window, smiling down at him as he beams back at you. 

Brushing his hair out of his face he stutters, forgetting how he managed to end up with you sometimes or were able to fall in love with such a hopeless guy such as himself. “I, I wanted to take us back to those days.” He motions to the pebble in his hand. 

You laugh lightly, “I don’t think my Mamma will forget those either.” You remind him after he once threw a stone at the wrong window, smashing your Mother’s window causing her to go into a blind panic. 

Bucky shakes his head in disbelief, having forgotten such an eventful night as you snuck him inside and curled up in bed together at long last. 

“Will you let me in?” He questions as you lick your lips before closing the window. 

Ever since your parents passed away Bucky lives in the house with you. He might not always remember his key, but when he doesn’t he’ll take you back to your childish days of the romance between you both. Luckily for him, you love to reminisce over those times. 

As Bucky walks up the front steps you open the door and his jaw drops. “Doll,” He gaps as you glance down, seeing yourself in your simple nightgown. “how you continue to amaze me I cannot begin to explain.” Walking inside he sweeps you off of your feet, taking you in his arms as you laugh as he walks you both upstairs, kissing you all over as you melt into him. 

*

Opening your eyes you wished you could press pause, stop everything in this exact moment. His eyes remained closed as his lips were pursed. Bucky’s arm remained around you, pulling you close even when he was asleep. He never wanted to let you go, not since he only just got you back. 

He would always mumble sweet nothings in the mornings as he’d kiss you softly. You would play with his hair and draw patterns into his skin as the sun would slowly warm up the room, illuminating the darkness with gentle light. 

“Mornin’“ You mutter as you kiss him lightly, but as you pull away his hold on you tightens and he moans in response. 

“More.” He pleads and you smile before kissing him again, this time feeling his arms lifting you to straddle him. 

Moaning lightly you adjust yourself before he smiles up at you. “Morning doll.” 

Eventually, the two of you get up, neither of you wanting to speak up about the fact this was it. But unbeknownst to you, Bucky had already planned your entire day together as if it were your last. 

“You ready, Y/n?” He calls from downstairs as you fasten your dress together before rushing down the stairs, brushing your hair out of your face as you check yourself in the mirror. 

What you cannot see is Bucky’s jaw dropping to the ground as his eyes roam over you. The fitted dress that flares compliments your body shape perfectly as if it were made for you. 

Turning your head a blush creeps across his face as you catch him. “See something you like?” You joke and Bucky simply nods. 

“I might.” He shrugs it off before taking your hand in his. “Right, first stop.” He announces as he unlocks the front door, leaving you to be treated the way he knew you deserved. 

*

The day was a trip down memory lane. You both started where you first met, just outside of the bakery where you used to work. From there you walked along the docks, Bucky’s hand tightening around your waist from the hungry stares of the men working. And you never stopped talking, not for a single second. Bucky listened to the things he missed, how your friend had a baby and you were a Godmother. He longed for the day you could be a Mother, knowing how wonderful you’d be with children. 

As the sky darkens the two of you leave the ballroom, your heels now in your hand as you look up. “Look how beautiful it all is, Buck.” You state as your eyes lock with a series of stars. “Okay, you see those five stars?” Pointing Bucky tries to follow, eventually spotting them and nodding. “Wherever you are, know I’m looking at the same stars as you. No matter how long passes, where we both are, I’ll be there with you at that moment.” He swallows the lump in his throat as he spins you around, twirling you to the sound of the dying music inside before kissing you softly, fueling everything into it unsure if he would get another chance like this. 

“I love you, Y/n. Always.” He tells you, wishing he could sketch you the perfect picture he sees in his mind of you or write down an entire novel of how much he cares for you. But at this moment, you both know this is enough. That whatever happens, you’ll always have the stars to connect with. 

If only you could’ve known at that moment as you looked up at his bright blue eyes, admiring how they contrast with the velvet night sky that you wouldn’t see them again. How every night you’d sit and look at the stars hoping just maybe, maybe he’s looking at them too and is still thinking of you rather than looking down, watching you learn to live without him.

[asagimeta]

Ok so I never do movie break-downs/reveiws but Endgame is a one in a million type of thing, not only the end of an era, but the end of the era that started the enture connected-universe film genre, so I'm allowing myself because this moment is literally something we'll never have again, there is never going to be a "first" end of era again, sure some day the DCEU will do this, The Conjuring verse may do this, Arrowverse will actually do this next fall with Infinite Crisis, etc, but... this truly will be the only "first" time we get this end of era and I have Opinions so follow me down the rabbit hole

I'm only touching on a few points, as a head's up, and I generally really enjoyed the movie! I don't have the time or patience to type out everything I liked about it so there may seem like there's more criticism than praise but I promise you, I thoroughly enjoyed this and thought it was the best of the four Avengers movies by far

-I think my biggest complaint is the bullshit about the soul stone, for two reasons:

1. As a plot point, the soul stone decision being irreversable is just kind of ... weird, mostly because we don't have that much information on how it works, so it feels a little "stakes for the sake of stakes" to me

2. Are you really telling me that the only two people that had no chance of coming back are two of the only main female charectors the MCU has? Are you really, honestly, telling me that?

The MCU has gotten some more supporting female charectors and that's great but Nat and Gamora were only two of a very small feild of actual female LEADS, Mantis and Valkyrie and The Wasp and so on are great charectors but they aren't leads, and I feel like it was just a really bad decision on the filmmakers' parts to choose specifically those two and ONLY those two, it would have eased things a little if they had either brought back the original Gamora (and I'll touch on why this bothers me later) or if they had had a male involved in the Irreversable Soul Stone Death thing, it just feels frustratingly like fridging (I know it isn't but it feels that way) because there really honestly were other ways to go about it, Gamora being sacrificed in Infinity War was pretty unavoidable, but they didn't have to do Nat like that, and even if they did- because I do understand from a story perspective why they would- the ideal thing to do would have been to literally trade one soul for another, the soul stone only needs one soul to operate right? So when Natasha died, shouldn't Gamora have come back out of that thing? That would have been the ideal way to shift it in my opinion, it would create the kind of paradox that would make it impossible for Natasha to just snap back to existence (thus providing real stakes) but without the frustration of our only Gamora being AU!Gamora

And AU!Gamora is a PROBLEM

All of the development Gamora got in the first two Guardians movies is gone now, what she had with Peter is gone, what she had with Nebula is gone, her feelings of having a real family is gone.... and even if AU!Gamora builds those relationships anew, it's not going to be the same, she's working from scratch so she may as well be a new charector, and the fact that the Guardians and Nebula are already established makes it impossible for Gamora to form into the team the way she originally did, she's no longer one of the founding members with Peter, she's now an outsider being pulled into an existing group, she'll never understand the pain Nebula had been in when they fought because Nebula cares about her now and isn't going to fight her and thus express those feelings, she's never going to see just how badly Peter's father fucks him up or watch Peter sacrifice himself (ish) for the power stone because both of those are resolved issues now.....

The Gamora we knew and loved IS dead, we're working with a new one, and although I feel like Guardians 3 is going to be about finding and recruiting her, it still won't be the same and that's very frustrating

-On the topic of how things work, are you really telling me that after all of the "We have to be very carefull not to mess with the past" discussions, Steve just....... Did That? He really just lived an entire ass life mucking around with the past and having exactly zero consequences? Particularly, with Peggy, who we know for a fact was involved in major ways with Sheild? Like, I'm not speaking as a Captain America fan when I ask this, I'm legitimately confused as to why there was so much emphasis on "don't mess with the past" only for people to repeatedly do that, but ESPECIALLY Steve, it can kind of be excused to allow things like Tony talking to his dad- who doesn't know who he is- or Thor talking to his mom- who made it clear that she wasn't going to fight her fate even though she could- but Steve is just a big ol' block of confusion

Not only the Peggy thing, we could maybe excuse that, but he told his past self that Bucky was alive and his past self just... what...? Forgot??? How is it that he made such a significant change to his former self and there was exactly ZERO consequence at all? Not to mention Nebula killing past!Nebula but I can sort of hand-wave that one as having to do with actually creating a split universe (as proven by the Gamora and Thanos duplicates) but Cap ... Cap would have gone on, having had this weird encounter and being very "!!!!!!!!" about Bucky and done... what, nothing?? And if he did do something, why did that have no impact on the future at all?

I'm also conflicted on Captain America's ending as a charector, I'm glad he lived, but I almost would have preferred him having gotten stuck in the past by some Time Travel Bullshit Reason because it seemed OOC for him to leave his found family, put down his sheild, and risk the ENTIRE FUTURE by going to live a life with Peggy, even if that was a split universe, it still feels very .. I don't know the word for it, not "cop out" but too pushed I guess

For his entire journey to have centered on Steve changing as a person and getting used to living in essentially a new world, not to mention finding and saving Bucky and keeping him close, for him to completely regress and go back to America as it was, go back to the life he used to want, go live his future in the past, it all seemed really counterproductive of his journey and I actually would have preferred him going to retire elsewhere  if he really needed to

-Tony's death was probably the most avoidable thing to me because they laid out a perfect way for RDJ to exit: Retirement

I know that it was very "full circle" for Tony to begin the MCU with his life and end this era of it with his death and the ultimate form of charector growth for him to sacrifice himself, but it still felt really cheap to me when they had gone to the trouble of setting up his retirement so thoroughly and then still choosing to kill him off, I feel like it was more about "needing" to have an enormous death and choosing to "surprise" everyone by making it Tony instead of Steve versus what actually worked best for the story, Tony retiring to a quiet life that had nothing to do with money or fame or saving the world would have been equally showing of his growth in my opinion

These were my major complaints, but I have one plotline in particular that I really have the utmost praise for and that's Thor's

I know that alot of people are upset that Marvel treated his PTSD as a joke with the beer belly and the drunkness shennanigans but I don't personally veiw it that way, I don't think it was played as a joke, I think it was largely taken seriously, ofcourse I think Marvel DID put alot of the humor to ride on "lol Thor is fat and lazy now" wich is .. unfortunate, but I don't think it was as bad as alot of people are saying

Thor's conversation with his mother is probably my favorite part of the movie, Thor is consistantly shown to be a very sensitive, vulnerable person, wich is a MAGNIFICENT quality for someone who's also supposed to be the poster-boy for hypermasculinity

Thor is everything that Toxic Masculinity loves- He's a literal GOD who's gorgeous and gets attention from the ladies and beats shit up with a hammer, and he drinks, there is always EVERY opportunity to make him the living emodiement of A Fuckboy, but instead he's consistantly shown to be the exact opposite

He's sweet and compassionate and good-natured, he's openly affectionate and not afraid to cry in front of others or to wear his heart on his sleeve, he's gentle and supportive and loyal and a complete mama's boy in all of the positive uses for that term, and Endgame only reinforces all of that

Yes they made it a laughing point that he's gained weight and is an even bigger alcoholic than usual, but they also made it a point that out of everyone who had the opportunity to try to change the past, Thor is the only one who took it, because he simply couldn't stand being without his mother, not Tony who could have tried to tell his father to spend more time with him, or Steve who could have tried to see Peggy, but Thor, who just wanted his mom back

They made a huge point again and again over the fact that of everyone, Thor was taking this loss the hardest, that he had lost the most and felt the most responsible, and ultimately he also grew the most from it, he actually gave Mjolnir to Cap, gave New Asgard to Valkyrie (wich by the way is perhaps my absolute FAVORITE thing about the future of the MCU) and finally stopped trying to live up to what Odin wanted from him by trying to have a pissing math for leadership, he even "gave" Peter leadership of the Guardians, even if it was played for a joke, he never *actually* contested Peter, wich is a big step for him

Marvel isn't known for playing with trauma well, but as Marvel goes, I think Thor was handled well

I also have to say that I'm not mourning Loki yet, I feel like the after-credits scene for Guardians 3 is going to be Loki walking onto the ship going "Hello brother, did you miss me?"

Loki is in a unique position where he really could survive without having been a death from The Snappening, we KNOW that he knew something fishy was going on with the two Caps in the past and Loki is a sneaky devil who wouldn't just let something like that go, he probably devised a system for himself to come back to life or to have escaped Thanos in the first place once he realized in new-2012 that something was wrong, and unlike Tony and Steve, there are no story or contract reasons for the  MCU not to include Loki, especially since the Disney+ Loki series doesn't have anything to do with post-Endgame, atleast, yet to be mentioned

Sure split-universe!Loki would have the same problems that split-universe!Gamora has in that his development with Thor and his personal development caused by encounters with people like Hela are now moot, but unlike Gamora, Loki is still an anti-hero, he's still an asshole, and his relationship with Thor is a centuries-long one that has had many ups and downs, meeting Thor later in another villainous position wouldn't be OOC and he and Thor reconnecting over a new enemy would be fairly easy to recreate as opposed to Gamora re-experiencing a relationship with Nebula that has now permenantely changed, becoming a "new" member of the Guardians vs a founding member, and witnessing everything with Peter's family that happened Guardians 2 that can never be recreated- ever

Loki has also never been a leading role in the MCU, a core role yes, but not leading, it wouldn't be a problem for Tom Hiddleston to pop in and out of the MCU as he likes wile his primary series is on Disney+, and as that series is more of an anthology (Loki Screws With History: A Memoir) versus a chronological story to follow Endgame, Disney+ and the MCU don't even have to really consult with how the two stories would mesh, they're virtually strangers to eachother

There's, ofcourse, alot more I liked about this- the all female team-up, the importance placed on Ant-Man, everything to do with Nebula, and more, but this is all I really wanted to discuss or vent on

[julia-highstorms]

The Third Park (Damien x OC (Ellie)) - Part 2

Summary: Damien Nazario is having the worst day of his life, because today is Allen's wedding and he is his Best Man.

Note: (most) characters belong to Pixelberry Studios. Damien is 100% human in here. Part 1

Pairing: Damien x OC (Ellie)

Rating: PG-13 (language/alcohol)

Word count: 2050

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Damien Nazario walked out of the restroom a few minutes later, his bow tie undone.

“Uh, I might need some help with this.” – he said. Allen chuckled and stepped closer, tying his bow tie skillfully.

Damien felt his cheeks getting hotter with the sudden approximation. Fuck. Allen was looking fantastic on his own tuxedo.

And he couldn’t help but remember the sensation of his lips against his. He would never forget it.

But it would never happen again. Because Allen was marrying somebody else.

“Done.” – Allen said, tapping his shoulder affectionately. – “If I hadn’t see you before, I’d never think that you walked here looking like a drunkard.”

“Shut up.” – Damien said again, making Allen giggle. – “Where’s Steve?”

“He’s in another room. Hayden too.” – Allen’s smile widened and Damien felt his heart cracking a little. – “As Nadia. But I  bet she’ll come here soon...”

Suddenly, the door from the adjoining room flied open and a small figure in white walked in.

“D! You freshened up good!” – Nadia exclaimed, holding a plate full of chocolates. Yeah, she was stressing eating.

“Famous last words.” – Allen chuckled.

“Oh my God...” – Damien muttered, his eyes watering. – “I usually don’t cry in weddings... But because of you I might. You look splendid, Nadia.” – and he hugged her.

“No! Get off me! I swear, if you cry on my dress, I’ll kill you!” – she punched him in the arm.

“Have I already told you how cute you look when you’re angry?”

“Oh my God, you didn’t just do this.” – Allen said.

“I’m not cute!” – Nadia protested, making both men laugh.

The double wedding happened that evening at the same time in the Terrace Room, a breathtaking view from New York on the back. It was a sunny and beautiful day of June.

Steve cried when Nadia appeared and Allen shedded a tear too when he saw Hayden. He smiled the whole time.

They had already eaten the formal four-course dinner and were mingling now. There wasn’t much for Damien to do. He had already greeted some guests before the weddings – mostly Parks, since neither Hayden and Steve had a family, and artists friends of Nadia and some college friends of both cousins. People that he didn’t know or had met just a couple of times before that evening – and that was it. Sloane came all the way from Washington D.C. (she was working at Nasa now) just to be their maid of honor. They exchanged a few words and he easily concluded that Sloane was still the same. Feeling a little out of place with that event – he didn’t blame her, he was feeling the same way –, but super excited and happy for all of her friends.

After a super boring chit chat with one of Nadia’s eccentric friends, Damien went to the restroom to freshen up. He might have drunk a few too many champagne flutes already.

When he walked outdoors, he found Nadia and Allen talking to a woman in a red dress, her back turned to him. He casually leaned against a wall, eavesdropping the conversation.

Bad habits die hard and he was a detective, after all.

“We thought you couldn’t make it!” – Nadia shouted, a little altered because of the alcohol.

“Almost! My train delayed. But I got here just a few minutes before the ceremony, so I had to sit on the back. I’m sorry I didn’t come to talk to you both earlier. Grandma already scolded me for being almost late.”

“That’s okay, what matters is that you’re here. And where’s your father?” – Allen answered her.

“He didn’t come. I guess the trip all the way here would exhaust him. He always says he’s too old to do anything now. Oh, but he sent you gifts!” – they all shared a laugh. Damien suspected that she was their cousin. They might have said that they had another one...

“So you came alone?!” – Nadia shouted again, her jaw dropping.

“Well, yeah.”

“Didn’t you bring... a partner?”

“Girl, after all that shit my last girlfriend put me through… I’ve quit dating for a while.”

“Oh yeah, I remember when you told us about her! But you’ve been single since then?! It’s been like decades ago!”

“It’s been just two years, Nadia. Besides, if I weren’t single, you wouldn’t be looking at the new Art Editor of the Mortif Magazine!”

“Ooooh!” – the cousins beamed together, clapping to the strange woman, who bowed to them.

“Oh, and let me say this: a double wedding?! Be honest with me, you both did this just to make us spend twice with the gifts, didn’t you?” – the three of them shared a laugh when Nadia spotted Damien.

“D, come here!” – she gestured at him to come closer. He grabbed himself another drink from a passing waiter and approached the trio. Allen welcomed him with a warm smile. That smile that always made him feel happy and special. – “I guess you’ve never met another cousin of ours! Damien, this is Ellie. Ellie, this is our great friend and Best Man, Damien Nazario!”

And then, the woman turned to him and he finally saw her face.

Fuck.

The woman looked at him, a sympathetic smile on her face. She extended her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Damien. I’m Eleanor, but you can call me Ellie.” – he greeted her, still feeling a little numb.

Fuck. She was gorgeous.

“The ‘third Park’, as we like to say.” – Allen chuckled.

“Although I’m not a Park technically. My surname is Zhou.”

Eleanor Zhou.

“Details. You still have Park blood running in your veins!!” – Nadia said. – “Ellie, D is that friend of ours that we told you about! Do you remember him?”

Her brown eyes were back to his, looking at and through him with new interest, head to toes. He felt himself getting hotter.

“Oh my God. You’re the one.”

Damien cleared his throat, trying to act more normal. As if he wasn’t desperately attracted to the woman right in front of him.

“I hope this is a good thing.” – he said, that charming smile he always used to get information from some suspects back on his lips.

He saw a side smile tugging on the corner of her lips, red like the dress she was wearing, when Nadia said:

“You know us, D! We always say good things about you! Unless when we don’t say it.” – his friend definitely was too drunk, by the way she giggled with her own joke.

“Alright, Nadia, I guess you should stop drinking for today!” – Allen said, taking the glass from his cousin’s hand. Nadia tried to grumble something unintelligible as Steve and Hayden approached the group.

Eleanor greeted her cousins’ partners. Damien felt like someone punched him in the stomach when he saw Allen’s face lighting up by just seeing Hayden, who leaned and kissed him on the cheek. He drank all his champagne in one go.

“Uh, I’ll get myself another drink.” – he quickly excused himself before walking away, desperate to be free of those “love’s in the air” vibes.

He stopped by the restaurant bar, asking for an Old Fashioned. There were a few people indoors, mostly still on their tables, chatting. He drank it while looking through the East River. That was a great view of Lower Manhattan at night.

He heard a few light steps approaching and a voice he knew asking for a red wine. When Damien turned to the person standing next to him, her dark brown eyes were already on him, staring back, catching him by surprise. He even stopped breathing, his eyes locked on hers.

“Damien Nazario, right?”

“Yep. Eleanor Zhou?” – he saw a smile tugging in the corner of her red lips. She nodded. – “Uh... I thought you were talking to the happy couples?”

“Yes, but they have newlyweds duties, such as talking to all their guests and not spend the whole time with their cousin who they can text every day. So here I am.” – she shrugged. He nodded, not knowing what to say and drank the rest of his drink.

He rarely acted like this, especially around someone he would find attractive. But there was something inside his head telling himself to keep his distance from Eleanor.

Well, it probably was because she was a Park. Well, sort of.

“So...” – she kept saying softly. – “You’re the hot detective friend who helped Nadia with that creepy stalker dude. The one who helped Allen and Nadia bring that evil Corporation down, and saved their...” – the woman hesitated for a second. – “...partners.”

...And the one who Allen left for a robot.

Damien cursed himself mentally. He had promised himself that he would stop thinking about that. That he would stop feeling sorry and pity for himself. He was a grown man, dammit.

He was the one who told Allen, two years before, that he would understand if things wouldn’t work between them, when Allen told him he was on an open relationship with Hayden after they found out their true nature. And it didn’t.

But, yes, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed and broken hearted when Allen chose to be with Hayden. Damien kind of knew that it would have happened anyway. Allen (and Nadia) brought Eros down because of their “Perfect Matches”. Of course he was going to choose them.

And, even though Damien was very aware about it, it hurted like hell, anyway.

“...Yep, that’s me.” – he answered and asked for another drink to the barman.

Yep, he knew he was abusing on the alcohol again and that he had promised Nadia that he would behave, but that was not being his favorite day. The person he had been in love for six years had just married. And he was his Best Man.

He deserved that drink. And all the drinks.

“Hey... hey, are you okay?” – Eleanor asked the man beside her. Damien turned down his second drink and she’s been there for, like, just five minutes.

“I’ve never been better.” – he answered, putting the glass down on the counter a little too hard.

Oh God. She had promised herself that she would stop taking care of stupid drunkards who weren’t able to know their alcohol limitations. She always ended up listening to unwanted confessions and her clothes smelling like vomit.

But hey. She had eyes. And that was a very attractive man. Her cousins didn’t lie when they told her he was handsome and hot (although Eleanor always felt a little suspicious about Nadia’s taste in men)...

But Damien Nazario was hot. There was no doubt about it.

...And he looked like someone who wanted to drown himself on whiskey.

The man was going to ask for another drink, when Ellie suddenly grabbed him by his elbow and pulled him away from the bar. She threw a fifty to the surprised bartender, not caring how much it cost for their drinks, and dragged the drunk man to the restroom. She shoved him inside, and ordered him to wash his face. Damien thought that she was stronger than she looked. Was it a Park trait? Be stronger than they look?

He could have refused following her bossy ways. But that was a kind of turn on. He liked when they were more dominant.

He ended up doing what she instructed him, with Eleanor watching him from outside the toilet, that was too small for both of them, like a hawk.

“Feeling better?” – she asked as she watched him drying his face with a towel.

“I guess so.” – the woman rolled her eyes to his answer. – “Uh, thanks...?”

“You’re welcome.” – she said as he walked out of the restroom, untying his bow-tie. – “So. You look like a reasonable guy, when you’re not trying to get drunk.”

“Thank you.” – he answered sarcastically, but she just ignored him and took a small step towards him, her face just inches from his, and kept talking:

“....So maybe you can tell me. What the fuck is going on here?”

[vennilavee]

Mutual

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader (Kind of)

Summary: Unrequited love sucks. You’re jealous and you know damn well why.

Warnings: some cursing, some adult scenarios- allusions to choking/thigh riding lol, kissing

Word Count: 1413

A/N: Read part II here: Make Me Feel

Something else nobody asked for lol. This is rambling trash, I know it is but I couldn’t stop. Let me know your thoughts! Thank you for reading :)

You don’t know why you feels an unsettling anxiousness in the pit of your stomach, why your nostrils are subconsciously flared or why you grip your drink more tightly than you should. Natasha rolls her bright eyes at you, following your line of vision to Bucky. You were at a quiet but vibrant bar near your apartment, one you frequented often with Natasha, Sam, and Steve. Bucky is sitting at one of the barstools, chatting up a woman. You can’t see Bucky’s face, but you’re certain he’s oozing charm and being his generally witty self because the woman is laughing and touching him and he’s not flinching away.

You don’t have the right to feel like you’ve been sucker punched in the gut because it was your idea. Months ago, you and Sam had told Bucky that maybe he should put himself out there. He looked at the pair of you like you had grown five heads each. “Out where, exactly?” You had rolled her eyes and Sam hadn’t hesitated when he said “Mars. You should put yourself on Mars.” He still looked confused. his blue eyes blinking up at you helplessly. “Meeting people. Getting into casual dating. You’re a catch and I wish you would realize that, too.” You say it so genuinely that he finds himself nodding slowly. This was before you realized that you wanted to be the one to make him feel confident, you wanted to be the one to wipe away his fears, you wanted to be the one to help him believe in himself again.

So, you grin and bear it, happy that your friend is finding himself again. You ignore Sam and Natasha’s knowing looks and Steve’s slight frown. They know you too well and they catch how your brown eyes slowly begin to lose their playfulness. You become lost in your thoughts- you didn’t think something so simple could hurt like this. You have experienced heartache, mostly in the form of platonic friendship breakups, which in your opinion sometimes hurt worse than romantic relationship breakups. But you are genuinely happy for Bucky. That he is beginning to figure out that he is not defined by his old life of Bucky Barnes in the 1940s or by The Winter Soldier. He deserves this, and he needs this, you tell yourself. You’ve seen Bucky bloom and blossom into this man who becomes sure of himself. It becomes easy after that, squelching your own feelings and forcing them down your throat as they remind you of vomit.

You know you could just tell him how you feel. Some part of you wants to, craves to even. To rip the words away from you so that you are finally free of them. But the larger part of you doesn’t want to frighten him or make him uncomfortable. You see moments of his innocence- when he tells you that one woman called him a snack the other day and he didn’t know what it meant so he asked her if she was hungry, one woman asked her to choke her with his metal hand when they were in bed together and he didn’t understand, and one guy asked him if he could ride his thigh. You find yourself wanting to teach him more, but you are too afraid to ask. You’re too wrapped up in your own head to realize that he’s not into meeting all these new people and trying all these new things with new people as you think he is.

You miss the way he glances at you out of his peripheral vision when the woman he was talking to leaves to use the restroom. He waits for a few minutes and she comes back and she buys them another drink before they’re laughing again, talking like they had known each other for years. This woman reminds Bucky a little bit of you. She is funny and sweet and has big, brown eyes and can match him with her quick wit. He finds out quickly that she enjoys playing Pokemon when she can- something else she has in common with you. But she isn’t you. She isn’t his girl. All the people he’s come to meet over the last few months have all been fun, each one distinctly unique than the last. He’s been enjoying it, getting back into his groove. He feels good about himself, he feels like a person and he’s grateful that you and Sam suggested doing this. 

But he finds himself missing you. He’s noticed aren’t around as much anymore, especially over the last few weeks. He wonders if maybe something has happened, are you upset about something? He hasn’t had the chance to see you alone- he always sees you in group settings these days. Your smiles aren’t as bright as they usually are and your eyes seem a bit dimmer. You seem tired, not in the fatigued “I just need some sleep” kind of way, but the kind of way where exhaustion is present in your bones and in your every movement.

He sees a man approach you and Natasha at the booth. Natasha turns the charm on, all flirty smiles and hooded eyes. She lives for this, and he knows you are amused when you cover your mouth to laugh. You’re amused by the way this man is already putty in her hands, just by her batting her eyelashes. You wish you had an ounce of badassery or an ounce of sexiness to you, instead you feel like you’re just as plain as they come. Bucky watches your grin fall and you twirl the straw in your drink when Natasha leaves their booth with the man. 

He wants to leave the woman he’s talking to, he wants to sit with you and ask you why you have been so sad, why your face crumples so quickly. He wants you to cry to him if you have to, he wants you to lay your head in his lap like you’ve done before. Before he can mutter an excuse to reach for you, someone else is approaching you. Another man politely asks if he can sit down with a genuine smile and you gesture for him to sit. He watches your face bubble up with a laugh once they’ve introduced themselves. Your face even lights up when he offers to buy you a drink. Bucky almost scoffs and thinks to himself, I could get her a drink, too. You’re not that special. Bucky hears him compliment you smoothly and you roll your eyes with a sharp “I bet that’s what you say to all your girls” but he knows the tips of your ears have gone red. The man has gone from sitting across from you at the booth to sitting next to you. Bucky tries his best to pay attention to the conversation that he’s presently in, he really does.

This man, whose name you’re struggling to remember, is ballsy. You decide that you don’t mind when he sits next to you and pushes back a strand of curly hair that’s gotten in front of your face. He’s stroking your hand with his thumb but you don’t pull away as you usually would. You’re so tired, and you just want someone to look at the way you wish Bucky would look at you. Even if it’s for a little bit. His face is so close to yours that you can see his pupils and the dimples in his boyish grin. He is cute, you decide. You could kiss him, and you surprise yourself by pressing your chest to his, leaning up and grabbing the lapels of his jacket and pushing your lips to his. He seems surprised as well, but deepens the kiss eagerly, his hands roaming your hips. You pull away for air,  smirk at him and say, “Wanna go back to my place?”

You miss the way Bucky looks at you with his heart in his mouth as you saunter away. You wave quickly at him, your fingers intertwined with this stranger’s fingers and he lets you go. Blood is rushing in his ears and he’s certain that every noise around him has been muted. Each step you take feels heavy in his ears, his head is spinning and he wants to yell at you to stop. He wants to whisk you away in his arms and hear you laugh again. He wants to hear your giggles as he kisses his way up and down your neck, chest, thighs, shoulders, your back. 

But he lets you walk away from him.

[moontheoretist]

Yeah, well Falcon and Winter Soldier made me think. A lot.

Watching The Falcon and The Winter Soldier first episode made me thinking. Like literally a lot about how quick America is to forget the atrocities committed by their heroes as long as their heroes have "America" in their hero name. Ok, so, fighting Thanos, may or may not redeem him in the eyes of the people. "He fought for us after all" and all this shit, and he also had a semi-normal life during the Blip, because nobody cared anymore, but it doesn't change anything. He fucked up the life for every enhanced there was with his Civil War stunt and then when everything was over, he threw everything away, all responsibility for the shit he had done and just went and disappeared into the past, where he very much OOCed himself by sitting on his ass for 70 years doing nothing, while his defining feature is basically that he cannot sit on his ass for 5 seconds. And you know what? I cannot feel differently about it than seeing MCU making Steve's life easier and at the same time undermining Tony's sacrifice. Steve gets his dream life by abandoning the future, and then is praised and his museum is opened and all that jazz, as if to spit in Tony's legacy's face, because MCU couldn't sacrifice Iron Man and let him be a lone hero for once, no, they had to kick off Steve, so everybody would feel sad that Steve is no longer there too. And it is seemingly a tragedy that he isn't there anymore. No, America, it is not tragedy. The tragedy is that he run away from facing the consequences of his actions ONCE AGAIN, and on top of that this time abandoned Bucky to have his peace of mind. It just spells to me that Steve is a highly selfish person who doesn't care about anybody else than himself. You were fooled that he cared about Bucky, but then the moment he had the occasion to run, he kicked Bucky to the curb and said "sayonara, buddy, you gotta live without me now" even though he made the mess of everything around him, because of Bucky in the first place. Do you think Bucky wouldn't feel awful knowing that Steve fucked everything out for him and then chickened out and left him, so he wouldn't have to live with it, but Bucky has to instead?

Honestly there is nothing more grating on my nerves than honoring Captain America, goddammit Steve Rogers after all the bullshit he had done. I hate this goddamn museum. I hate that Rhodey was there to honor him as if he didn't lose Tony just a few months ago and had more important shit to do than honor a guy who fucked up his friends mental health and made his life and work even worse after the Civil War. I hate it so much I wanna scream, and I think Rhodey feels so too, judging by his reaction to the SHIELD being put on display when Sam rejects it (he just makes this face as if he felt conflicted about the legacy of the SHIELD and as much as he felt bad that Sam didn’t accept the mantle, because to Rhodey Sam would probably be better Captain than Steve was, he probably also saw the shield as the tool which was used to hurt and shame his dead best friend), but I appreciate that he is there to supports Sam. I just don't appreciate this American bullshit of licking the butt of Captain America even though it's completely in character for America as a goddamn country, because they cannot be critical of themselves and their heroes for a goddamn five seconds. And don't even make me start on how infuriating seeing Steve Rogers as a hero of WW2 is to a polish person. America and Captain America are hailed as the heroes of the day, while people who fought all this time and didn't have even a choice to sit on their butts doing nothing as long as America did, don't get shit. People of Poland are basically raised with knowledge of WW2, what happened at the time to us, how we were treated (bur ofc we miraculously like to forget how we treated Jews at the time, because polish people are that hypocritical to cry foul when anybody accuses them of antisemitism even though there are historical records to prove it) and how we fought, how our underground army fought with the Nazis and Soviets, but the only thing people outside of us know about this is that “you were liberated by Russia/America, so be grateful”. Thanks America for once again undermining victims of holocaust. Steve may be created by Jewish people, but Captain America is as much an ideal aryan-look-alike superhuman fighting against Nazis, the mockery of the Nazi ideals as he is made to completely spit in the face of the people who suffered, had Nazi Germany conquer them and murder them, because he erases the stories and the struggle of those people and focuses the attention of the viewer on “mighty America saving the day” instead of those people, as they are seen as “victims in need of help”. MCU Steve doesn't even know about the fucking Death Camps and what happened there, because he fell into ice before 1945 when camps were discovered by America.

Also, lol. Bucky is a total brat on his sessions. And it’s funny to see him like this, while fandom was mostly imagining him as the one who would want the therapy, who would behave, most of the time, and Steve was seen as the one who was the bratty one in therapy instead. Yes I am talking about this part of the fandom which knows Steve isn’t an angel and doesn’t excuse his CW bullshit.

Also, why I have the feeling that Bucky picked Yori to be his friend, because 1. His old age reminds him of the past Steve, the sickly one. 2. His stubbornness reminding him of Steve being a goddamn hell of a person, always picking fights and stuff. Like. I saw the interaction, and it was like the first thing I saw, Bucky from Brooklyn stopping his friend from hitting people, which reminded me a lot about how he saved Steve in this alleyway and told him to stop picking fights with people bigger than him.

Bucky Barnes. A guy who tells a woman he wears gloves for “poor circulation” XD Ok, this is goddamn funny, but also sad, because he knows she may get scared of the metal arm or even of the very mention of the prosthetic, because ableism is rampant, and who knows it better than Bucky Barnes, Steve’s buddy?

You know this whole scene about the loan? My family was there. We are so poor that even with steady income no bank wants to give the loans, so I get it. But if I see anybody blaming Sam’s financial situation on Tony or Pepper I will scream and start throwing daggers a’la Loki. The person, or people, who are responsible for this, are those who DIDN’T put ANYTHING in place for the possibility of Blipped people coming back. And Tony WASN’T one of those people, because he already got accustomed to living in the world without all those people. He lost hope, and he wasn’t planning to bring them all back until Steve and the rest shown up and guilt-tripped him into doing something. If he had hope, he would prepare charities and funds for those who were blipped, but he didn’t have the hope Blip will be reversed, so the responsibility lies on the officials who after the Blip was reversed didn’t put into place regulations and funds for all those people who may have various issues due to being Blipped and then coming back. It wouldn’t be really that hard to come out with an idea what to do with the loan regulations for those who were Blipped, like implementing some special exceptions to help those people or something. And ofc instead of helping people who were Blipped with their family issues, America cares more about making a stunt and appoint new Captain America “to protect them”. Who will protect America from America though?

Also, Sam is stubborn. Yes America should do better by the Blipped people and their problems, but we all know how America is, how heartless and uncaring it is to human suffering. Sam here is just stubborn, he wishes to keep something which reminds him of family (which is important ofc) over saving the family he has now, because nostalgia over “good old days” is more important to him than what happens now. Not to mention that he has a faulty belief that him being Falcon changes something about the world around him, and he can get away with getting things which he knows he wouldn’t get if he wasn’t Falcon. He is very similar to Steve in that regard. Stubborn, stuck in his own idea of how world should work and chasing after the past instead of looking into the future. Not to mention that according to his sister, he kinda run away from family issues, Steve’s style, while his sister did everything she could to keep them afloat. Also fans are right. If he asked for help, Rhodey or Pepper would help. You cannot help someone if you don’t know they have issues. People are NOT mind readers. He has to ask for help first to get it.

[sheusedtobesassier]

Day 10,175

1: Shorter. Maybe like 5′5″.

2: I wish our cat would come back.

3: Shia LaBeouf.

4: Bruh, The Sims.

5: Omar, Ally, and idk maybe Steve.

6: HIGHLY EMOTIONAL.

7: Excuse me?

8: Sanguine.

9: I don’t appreciate tickling.

10: Possibly bees.

11: Straight.

12: Coffee with creamer.

13: Cat.

14: Mermaid.

15: David Dobrik.

16: 5′10″.

17: Alma.

18: I think I’m 145 lbs, but I don’t weigh me ever.

19: Sure.

20: Mmmm let’s go with space.

21: Oh very.

22: Being selfish with the radio.

23: Wut.

24: Cassiopeia, queen of the night sky.

25: Lol I don’t know one.

26: No.

27: Sure.

28: Yeah but call it climate change. It’s less amusing.

29: I do not.

30: I need to make a new decision on that.

31: Not really, no.

32: A handful.

33: Some of this is not for me.

34: White.

35: Travel to Paris. Live in Albuquerque.

36: Newark, Ohio.

37: Brown.

38: Introvert.

39: I think they’re poetry.

40: Hugs and kisses.

41: Hahaha. Tonight? Honestly? Brandon.

42: Fucking Omar.

43: There’s some beautiful dermals.

44: Big time.

45: Ooh, I could smoke tonight.

46: I don’t have a crush. That is not the word.

47: Ooh ooh Twenty One Pilots.

48: Rainy Mood.

49: No.

50: No.

51: Currently it’s Shia LaBeouf and mm maybe Saoirse Ronan?

52: Wait you already asked this.

53: I’m a puddle.

54: This color if not whiter.

55: Don’t make me feel like crying please.

56: Writing.

57: I haven’t been diagnosed with anything.

58: Idk.

59: I don’t like the word most, but let’s say articulate, assertive, and fickle.

60: Loosely.

61: Um things that are too graphic/took kinky for me.

62: It comes down to the vibe.

63: The Dan Schweitzer and Zion Brooks kinds, lol.

64: I’m into a variety of bears.

65: Mm I’m too self centered to answer this.

66: The upside down smiley face.

67: Idk but the Peloton lady really amused me.

68: ENFP.

69: Pisces af.

70: I don’t have a dog.

71: Deep in a very serious sweatpants phase.

72: No.

73: Never.

74: I’m thinking about quitting which isn’t fun but is a fact so.

75: No.

76: Birds aren’t real.

77: I don’t like to swim, no.

78: Neither.

79: Snapchat.

80: A new message from Omar.

81: Double ears and a high one on my right.

82: Thinking about how my life could end up.

83: Mm conversations in the Hines kitchen.

84: I think I liked it straight away.

85: It doesn’t matter.

86: Lol I can actually.

87: Usually.

88: No.

89: Uh I think aquamarine. Which. I’ve never liked.

90: A lightning bug.

91: I don’t feel like a flower.

92: Mm, Forever 21 stresses me out now.

93: Very many.

94: Fly.

95: Haha I do a little yeah.

96: Summer.

97: Not that long.

98: Mm. Right now? Omar.

99: Uhhhh. Ummmm. Anybody free.

100: Zumiez.

101: Probably Adidas.

102: Wisconsin.

103: No.

104: Opals rule. Amethyst is gorgeous too.

105: I try not to.

106: Bugs are fine.

107: Mm, I can go back to murdering them now.

108: Teenagers reading my tumblr.

109: Decent.

110: I don’t care to come up with one.

111: Same thing I just said.

112: I don’t think so.

113: I can’t imagine it.

114: “She’s the partly sunny after your mostly cloudy.”

115: Tonight it would be Brandon which is such an interesting twist.

116: Big huge fluffy ones when the sky is blue.

117: Blue is good.

118: I wish.

119: Wit.

120: OMG FRUITS AND VEGGIES.

121: Fast forward.

122: Mm probably the sky.

123: Sour.

124: Dim.

125: Sure?

126: It gets redundant.

127: It’s scrapbooking and that’s nice.

128: That question sucks.

129: Uh something in cursive.

130: Omar.

131: How well I’ve taken care of me.

132: Sometimes yes, sometimes no.

133: NO TV.

134: I don’t and I never really have.

135: A little.

136: I can’t tell?

137: A little.

138: I’m a decent six and when I really try a low eight.

139: Do not call me Angie.

140: Mhm.

141: I would like to. I would really really like to.

142: Good.

143: Receiving.

144: Liars.

145: Just English.

146: Girls lol.

147: I am not.

148: Mm, I’m very in tune with who I am.

149: I can amuse almost anybody.

150: Omar. Brandon. Mary.

151: Hahaha, redoing YWAM the way I am now would be interesting.

152: I do like Buzzfeed.

153: I don’t have one now so I don’t have to answer this sad question.

154: I do not.

155: I do.

156: Not knowing what I’m talking about.

157: Orientation.

158: Hell I don’t know.

159: Quite a few.

160: 8,173.

161: 7.

162: How can you know that?

163: Last night because it’s been two months and he isn’t responding.

164: Shortish.

165: Long.

166: Because it’s what makes everything make sense to me.

167: Only if it’s beautiful.

168: I like it a lot actually.

169: I’m not interested in that.

170: I never lied. 

[cumonbucky]

Fool

Request: Hi can I make a request where the girl is new to the team and she's shy and really likes Bucky but he pushes her away and is rude to her cause he doesn't want to like believe he likes her but then when she gets Kidnapped on a mission he realizes how much he cares for her?? It would mean a lot because you're such an amazing writer and ilysm <3 you are my absolute favorite account on tumblr.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: angst(?) fluffy

A/N: I guess I tell you guys about my life through these author notes now lol. Anyways, my guy best friend came over to my house today but only to tell me hi because he says I always complain about how he never does (which I really do lmao) and then he tells me that he left his siblings at home, alone, just to come say hi to me. That guy I swear. Anyways, continue on :) also, I’ll fix any mistakes when I wake up, I’ve been writing this for like 3-4 hours and it’s laaateeeee.

You had not even been there for 3 weeks when you realized you had taken a liking towards a specific metal armed soldier. He was absolutely gorgeous, not doubt about that.

When you arrived at the Avengers Tower, you were scared. You feared that they wouldn’t accept you or like you. You’re a shy girl and keep to yourself mostly which made you think why Tony would ever want you on the team in the first place.

It’s your powers. Your ability to turn invisible and to create some sort of force field. You were in hiding, not wanting the monsters that killed your parents to find you when both Steve and Tony saved you from them.

Now your here, the new recruit to the team. Everyone adored you and quickly caught on that you were a very shy person. You wouldn't talk much to the team unless you were on a mission and you thank the lord above that everyone understood and wouldn’t push you to talk.

3 weeks you had been there and developed a crush on Bucky. Now a month passes by and those feelings have only grown more. The only ones who could tell that you had a crush on Bucky was Natasha and Wanda. Bucky was the main person you tried talking to the most but he would never give you the time of day which hurt.

“Hey,” Natasha’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. “What are ya doing, buttercup?”

You look up at her before taking in your surroundings. You were in the living room with some show playing on tv. Behind you was the kitchen which was where Steve, Tony, Sam and Bucky were, talking amongst themselves. You look back at Natasha when she began speaking again.

“You kind of zoned out while we were watching Criminal Minds.” she says. “And you were right, that show is amazing, I love it already.”

You only nod your head and she sticks her hand out for you to take. When the both of you are standing up, she pulls you with her. On your way out, Sam, Tony and Steve acknowledge you, saying a friendly ‘hi Y/N.’ to which you respond with a small wave. Your gaze turns to Bucky who was looking at you like the others were. With a deep breath, you smile and wave to Bucky.

“Hi Bucky.” your voice was so small, hard for some people to hear you but everyone did and they turn to Bucky to see what he would do. Nothing. He did absolutely nothing but turn away from you and you sigh, closing your eyes and becoming invisible to everyone around you.

You always did that when Bucky brushed you aside. It made you feel less embarrassed. Steve began to ask why Bucky continued to ignore you like that (he did that all the time) while you and Natasha exited the room. Once you were far enough from them, you became visible again.

Natasha frowned. “He doesn’t mean to be-”

“I know, Nat.” you cut her off. She would always make up an excuse for him, saying he’s had a bad day or he ignores everyone from time to time and the reason she would tell you this was because she didn't want your feelings to get hurt.

The two of you make it to Wanda’s room where she was cuddled up in her blanket, sitting on a bean bag chair and scooping ice cream in her mouth while watching One Small Hitch. Yeah, it was one of those days.

Upon hearing her door open and shut, Wanda turns her head, smiling when she sees you and Nat. “My wife is finally here!” she throws her hands up in the air.

Quickly, she moves the tub of ice cream off her lap and onto the floor next to her before reaching her hands out to you. “C’mere.”

A smile found its way to your lips and you walk towards her only to have her pull you down on her lap and snuggle you close to her. Wanda wraps her blanket around you two before pressing an overdramatic kiss to your cheek.

Seeing your downed state, she frowns. “Was it Bucky again?” she questioned, already knowing the answer to it.

All you do is curl up to her which leaves Natasha to tell what had happened. “As usual, she tried speaking to Bucky but he ignored her, like always.”

Wanda scoffed, holding you close to her. “Men are insufferable.”

“You got that right, sweetheart.” Natasha joined in, now beside you and Wanda on the floor, eating the ice cream.

Missions were damn near draining which was funny because all you had to do was look out for your teammates and dodge the enemies.

“I can’t hold them all off!” Clint shouted through the earpiece.

“I’m on my way!” you respond before looking at Nat. “You gonna be okay?”

“Yeah,” she nods, bringing an agent down. “Go help Clint.”

You nod and rush over to Clint who was getting swarmed by agents. You come up next to him, holding your hands out and allowing a force field to protect Clint from any agents that were behind him. If they so happen to even graze the protective shield you’ve created, they’d be shocked badly.

“Thanks kid.” Clint says, still taking down agents. You nod. When the area was clear you step into the building, eyes widening when you see an agent choking Bucky with his gun.

With a frown you force yourself to turn invisible and when you do, you come up to the agent, throwing the gun down to the floor. “What the-” he didn’t have time to say much after you forcefully hit his head on the wall behind him, knocking him out cold.

Bucky began to breathe steadily again as you made yourself visible to him. He looks over at you with a frown before stalking off somewhere else. You watch him go with a sad look. Why did he always do this? It’s like he wants nothing to do with you. All you’re trying to do is be nice.

While in your thoughts, you didn’t hear someone come up from behind you. You didn’t know anyone else was in the hallway until a hand clasped around your mouth, preventing you from being heard. The person dragged you into a room as you screamed against his hand and kicked and twisted around, trying to get free but you couldn’t. You were screwed.

“We’ve got the files.” Wanda announced.

“Good, everyone, meet up at the quinjet.” Steve replied.

Everyone did as they were told and Wanda handed Steve the files before sitting down next to Nat. As Bucky walked up to the quinjet, he didn’t see you anywhere and he began to panic.

“Steve, where’s Y/N?” he asked his friend quietly as to not panic the others; especially Natasha and Wanda.

“She’s right-” he turns around but he doesn’t see you. “Bucky, where’s Y/N?”

Worry is written all over the blonde’s face and now Bucky is really scared. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, where is she? Do you think she’s hurt? What if she’s still in there? Steve I’ve got to-”

Before Bucky could speak another word, your screams could be heard through his earpiece. Through everyone’s earpiece.

“Please let me go.” you whimpered and Bucky’s heart clenched.

“Not until you tell me where your little friends ran off with my files.” a mans voice could be heard and that fueled Bucky’s anger.

This guy had the audacity to make you scream bloody murder which meant that he had hurt you and when Bucky found you, he’d make the guy pay. How dare he touch you.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you stutter. You were protecting your teammates, your friends.

“Don’t lie to me!” the man yelled before you scream again. That about does it for Bucky. He grabs a gun and steps off the quinjet when Steve spoke up.

“Where are you going?”

“To get Y/N.” Bucky huffed.

“Without backup? No way, let me grab my shield-”

“I’m not gonna sit here and hear her scream in pain, Steve. I’m gonna go find her.” the brunette spat. Steve doesn’t say another word and Bucky takes this moment to leave but not before Wanda grabs his attention.

“Bucky!” she exclaimed, causing the super soldier to look her way. Her and Natasha were holding each other. “Bring back my wife in one piece.”

“Yeah, hurt the asshole who’s hurting my buttercup.” Nat added.

Bucky nods and runs off towards the building. He listens closely and carefully as he walked through the empty hallway before finding you in a room at the end of the hall. You were pushed down on a small bed, crying and shouting.  The man, whoever he was, was about to make another slice at your shoulder when Bucky pulled the trigger, no hesitation what-so-ever. You let out a sob, the pain coursing through you and Bucky lifted you off the bed.

“You’re gonna be okay, doll.” Bucky spoke to you in a soft tone. “Don’t think about the pain, okay? We’re almost to the jet and Bruce is gonna patch you up.”

Those were the first words he had ever said to you.

Feeling the unwanted sting in your shoulder and the right side of your stomach, you hiss, a small sob escaping your parted lips. You weren’t even in there for 20 minutes and the man was already hurting you.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay baby, you’re safe now. I got you. No one’s gonna hurt you.” Bucky murmured.

The two of you made it back to the quinjet and Bruce started patching you up. Bucky watched, his hand holding yours with no intention of letting go. He had almost lost you.

Hearing you scream, begging the man to let you go made something in Bucky’s head snap. He never wanted to hear you scream like that again. As he watched you get patched up, he noticed how beautiful you were despite the fact that you were utterly exhausted, ready to pass out at any moment.

And then it hit him; he liked you.

A/N: I hope you guys liked this! I may write a part 2 where Bucky admits his feelings but I’m not too sure yet.

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Sad Quotes About Life That Make You Cry

Everything in life is luck. – Donald Trump

For some moments in life, there are no words. – David Seltzer

A useless life is an early death. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Don’t cry over someone who wouldn’t cry over you. In the book of life, the answers aren’t in the back. – Charlie Brown

Life is divided into the horrible and the miserable. – Woody

“Tears are words that need to be written.” ~ Paulo Coelho

Tears are the summer showers to the soul. ~ Alfred Austin

Old age is the sunset of life. Anger, tears, and sadness are only for those who have given up. – Katie Gill

Happiness is not the absence of problems, it’s the ability to deal with them. – Steve Maraboli

There is no greater sorrow than to recall in misery the time when we were happy. – Dante

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. – William Shakespeare

It takes a minute to like someone, an hour to love someone, but to forget someone takes a lifetime.

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You couldn’t erase the past. You couldn’t even change it. But sometimes life offered you the opportunity to put it right.

Old age is the sunset of life. Anger, tears, and sadness are only for those who have given up. – Katie Gill

Happiness is not the absence of problems, it’s the ability to deal with them. – Steve Maraboli

There is no greater sorrow than to recall in misery the time when we were happy. – Dante

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions. – William Shakespeare

It takes a minute to like someone, an hour to love someone, but to forget someone takes a lifetime.

You couldn’t erase the past. You couldn’t even change it. But sometimes life offered you the opportunity to put it right.

Short Sad Quotes

So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be

Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not, and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.

The reason it hurts so much to separate is that our souls are connected.

He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more.

There are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone.

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I am both happy and sad at the same time, and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.

I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.

So it’s true when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

You’re like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again.

The funniest people are the saddest ones.

If you don’t receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you will never stop looking for it.

If I let myself love you, I won’t throw myself in front of her. I’ll throw myself in front of you.

Depressed Quotes Life

“Whenever I have a good few months and I think I’ve gotten over the worst on my depression, it silently returns. This isn’t a battle I asked to fight. I’m tired of knowing it’s always coming back.”

“I wanted to write down exactly what I felt but somehow the paper stayed empty and I could not have described it any better.”

“No one realizes how strong someone with depression has to be just to do daily stuff like shower, brush hair or get out of bed.”

“Today my forest is dark. The trees are sad and all the butterflies have broken wings.”

“What people never understand is that depression isn’t about the outside; it’s on the inside.”

“When depression takes over and I can’t push through it, I have to close my door and shut the world out. It’s the only way I know how to survive.”

“When you’re depressed you don’t control your thoughts, your thoughts control you. I wish people would understand this.”

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“Sleep just doesn’t sleep anymore, it’s an escape.”

“I think the saddest people always try their hardest to make people happy because they know what it’s like to feel absolutely worthless and they don’t want anyone else to feel like that.”

“No matter how bad things are right now. No matter how stuck you feel. However, No matter how many days you’ve spent crying and wishing things were different. No matter how hopeless and depressed you feel. I promise you that you won’t feel this way forever. Keep going.”

“My moods don’t just swing-they bounce, pivot, recoil, rebound, oscillate, fluctuate and occasionally pirouette.”

“I am not using my depression as an excuse. Trust me, I’d give anything to function “normally” on a day to day basis.”

Sad Quotes About Death

Almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart. – Steve Jobs

Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live. – Norman Cousins

If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character… Would you slow down? Or speed up? – Chuck Palahniuk

Sad Quotes About Love That Make You Cry

You can shed tears that she is gone, or you can smile because she has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back, or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left. Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her, or you can be full of the love you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. Also, You can remember her only that she is gone, or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. However, You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back. Or you can do what she’d want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on. – David Harkins

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy. – Eskimo Proverb quotes

Sad Quotes About Life And Pain

“The marks humans leave are too often scars.”

“It’s so hard to forget the pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.”

“Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.”

“I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.”

“Turn your wounds into wisdom.”

“Life is a pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.”

Awesome Quotes About Losing Friends That Make You Cry

“If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible. If he has to make a choice, may he make it now? Then I will either wait for him or forget him.”

“The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.”

“There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.”

“Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.”

“It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”

“The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.”

Sad Quotes About Pain

“Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.”

“Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.”

“One word Frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.”

“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.”

“You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”

“Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, leave no path untaken.”

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“Another secret of the universe: Sometimes the pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder.”

“Our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful part of us.”

“But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind.”

“The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.”

“Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, every one. We can’t escape that damage. But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other”

“We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.”

“Don’t be scared…Women can handle the worst kind of pain. You’ll find out one day.”

“The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy.”

Sad Quotes About Relationships

Never assume that the guy understands that you and he have a relationship.

I am getting nowhere with you and I can’t let you go and I cant get through.

How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being?

For lack of an occasional expression of love, a relationship strong at the seams can wear thin in the middle.

It’s sad how someone can go from the reason you wake up smiling to the reason you cry yourself to sleep.

Be in a RELATIONSHIP which lifts you up and not drags you down. Toxic RELATIONSHIP will only make you sad, helpless and hopeless. RELATIONSHIP is important and so you are. Value yourself before you make someone valuable in your life.

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You may not be pushing me away but you’re not fighting to keep me either.

In a relationship, no amount of extra effort on your part can make up for a lack of effort on theirs.

If you cannot be yourself in a relationship, you no longer have one.

In relationships, you cannot give to another that which they need, you can only share who you are.

Sooner or later, we must all accept the fact that in a relationship, the only person you are dealing with is yourself.

There comes a time in every relationship when you’ll realize that love just isn’t enough.

Relationships are like crystals, you don’t realize how much you love it until it breaks.

Sad Quotes About Friendship

Can miles truly separate you from friends… If you want to be with someone you love, aren’t you already there?

Real loss only occurs when you lose something that you love more than yourself.

Growing apart doesn’t change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I’m glad for that

There are no goodbyes for us. Wherever you are, you will always be in my heart.

A true friend is someone who is there for you when he’d rather be anywhere else.

I’ve had many ‘best friends’ over the years. The one problem with these friendships? They didn’t last.

My best friend… I feel like I’ve lost him forever, and he was my touchstone.

Friendship often ends in love. But love in friendship; never.

When it hurts to look back and you’re afraid to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best friend will be there.

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Friendship based solely upon gratitude is like a photograph; with time it fades.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation?

Do you ever feel like you are not friends with some of your friends?

Nobody likes being alone that much. I don’t go out of my way to make friends, that’s all. It just leads to disappointment.

Nobody ever chooses the already unfortunate as objects of his loyal friendship.

No matter how far you take it with your friends, whether you’re fighting with them or you hate them for two months, you just really need them, because they’re the ones who teach you the most about yourself.

The sacrifices of friendship were beautiful in her eyes as long as she was not asked to make them.

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