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estrellami-1 · 1 month

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We’ll Help You

Started as Steve and Robin platonic soulmate fluff. Devolved into *vaguely waves hands* whatever the fuck this is. I considered writing more but realized it would very quickly become Just Words, instead of a story, and I want y’all to have this because personally I think Steve and Robin are Goals in this one. As it is, there will not be a part 2 to this one… at least, not one written by me! If y’all want to do something by with this, go right ahead; just tag me in it!

“Bye, Mom, Dad, I’m going to Steve’s!” Robin calls into the house.

“Have fun!” Her mother calls back.

“Use protection!” Her dad yells.

“Dick!” Her mother yells back.

“That’s what I’m saying!” He says.

Melissa sighs. “Richard,” she says, faux-sweetly, “Robin and Steve are not together. She’s told us this many times.”

“Yeah, and neither were we when you-”

“Richard!” Melissa takes a breath. “Bye, Robin. Have fun, okay?”

“Okay,” Robin says, and closes the door, getting into Steve’s car with wide eyes.

He chuckles at her expression. “You good?”

“My parents have scarred me.”

Steve makes a face. “What, did you walk in on them?”

“No, they were talking about when they had me! I don’t need to know this, Steven!” She hisses back.

Steve just snorts, shakes his head, and drives on.

Robin is suddenly hit with a familiar, unwelcome pain. “Fuck,” she hisses, bending over and clutching her stomach. “Steve? I need to turn around.”

“What? Why? What’s wrong?”

She wants to cry. “I, uh. Just started? And I didn’t bring anything with me.”

“Oh.” A pause, “What medicine do you usually take?”

She blinks. “Um. Advil?”

“Okay. Then I’ve got you covered.”

“No- Steve, it’s not just-”

“Robin,” he says calmly, “I’ve got you covered. I’ve got supplies at home.”

She blinks at him. “Since when?”

His cheeks pinken. “Since we became friends? I just… I dunno. I knew we were gonna be forever, y’know? And I want you to have access to anything you’ll need. So I got some stuff.”

“What the fuck,” she whispers, tears beading in her eyes. “What the fuck, Steve, I’m gonna cry, that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

Steve shrugs. “I just want you to have what you need.”

She sniffles and leans her head against the window. “Fuck, I love you.”

Steve smiles, puts a hand on her arm, squeezes gently. “Love you too, Robin.”

They get back to his house and get settled in on the couch. “I’ve got a heating pad, if you want it,” Steve offers.

Robin blinks at him. “Marry me.”

Steve laughs. “I thought that’s exactly what we’re trying to convince your parents isn’t happening.”

“I don’t care,” she responds, groaning in relief when she positions the heating pad. She collapses back into the corner of the couch. “I want to have a dick.”

Steve laughs. “You can’t even look at a dick, Robin.”

“I could if it was mine,” she argues nonsensically.

“You don’t want a dick,” he assures her, then pauses. “If you were a guy, would you still like girls? Or would you still be gay?”

“I… don’t know,” she says, thinking. “I mean, there’s people who were born one gender and are the other now, right? And they still like the same gender. So I would too.”

“Okay, but are we talking you were born a guy? Or you’d turn into a guy? Cause if you were born a guy, that might change things.”

Robin groans in frustration. “I wouldn’t care, as long as Satan stopped throwing parties in my uterus every month.”

Steve snickers. “I can’t fix that, but I do have chocolate ice cream.”

“And again I say, marry me.”

He smiles at her, affection shining through. “We’d be the best platonic husband and wife ever.”

Robin smiles, best she can through the pain. “Only if I’m the husband.”

“Okay,” Steve shrugs. “I can be the wife.” He pauses for a second, then asks, “Is that… is that something you’d want? Being a guy?”

Robin hums. “No. Much as I hate certain things that come with being a woman, I definitely wouldn’t want to be a guy.” Steve hums, frowning, and Robin shifts on the couch. “Hold on,” she says, “I know that look. What’re you thinking?”

“Just…” he runs a hand through his hair. “I don’t get what the big deal is? I don’t have super strong feelings about being a guy. There’s nothing telling me, this is who you’re supposed to be.”

“Okay,” Robin says slowly, carefully, “and how about your feelings on being a girl?”

Steve shrugs. “Same. I don’t care either way.”

“Huh,” Robin says, and leans back. “That’s… I mean, that’s okay, obviously, but that’s not… what a guy would typically say.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Right, ‘cause you’re such an expert on guys.”

Robin groans and thinks her head on the cushion. “Okay, so call someone. Call Eddie, he’d know, right?”

“Oh yeah,” Steve says, and hops up from the couch. “Hey, while I’m over here, should I order a pizza?”

Robin snickers. “Call Eddie first. Maybe he’ll come over and it’ll be the three of us. Actually, don’t even tell him, just invite him over. I wanna see his face when you tell him.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Robs. Eddie, hey! Wanna come over? Pizza and ice cream with me and Robin?”

Robin hisses at him, so he says, “Sorry, ice cream’s been spoken for, actually. Wait, Robs, are you sure? The whole tub?”

“Do not test me, Steven,” comes her response.

“Yeah, okay. Yeah, if you want to get one for the two of us to share, that would be great. See you in twenty? Okay, cool. I’ll order the pizza. Bye!”

He orders the pizza without a hitch. He’s promised delivery within fifteen minutes and wanders back over to the couch, where he grins at Robin. “Wanna pick a movie before Eddie gets here and can veto it?”

Robin grins back. “You know I’m gonna pick something you hate.”

“I know.” His smile turns more genuine. “As long as you’re happy.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

He waves her off. “Course you do. You gonna pick?”

“I’m surprised you doubted me,” she says, and picks something he hadn’t realized he had.

The pizza arrives a short minute before Eddie does. They all eat before Robin makes Steve and Eddie sit so she can recap everything.

“Yeah,” Steve agrees, shrugging. “I just don’t care.”

“So our question is,” Robin says, “do you? Is there something in you that says you’re a guy, or would be wrong as a girl?”

“Definitely,” Eddie nods, studying Steve. “Y’know there’s people in between? Who aren’t really a guy or a girl?”

Steve’s eyebrows hit his hairline. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Eddie nods. “They go by they or them, and a lot of times they’ll change their name to be something more in-between too, like Avery or Taylor.”

“Huh,” Steve says, tipping his head back to stare through the ceiling as he thinks. “So… so if I were to do that… and maybe go by Stevie-”

“Then we’d call you Stevie,” Eddie nods. “We’d say they’re so cool, they have a nailbat, I’m so glad I’m friends with them.”

“Oh,” Steve says. His voice is shaky.

“Stevie,” Robin murmurs. “You’re crying.”

“Oh,” he says again, wiping his face and giving a little laugh. “Sorry. I dunno why. I think… that makes sense.” They look at Eddie, then Robin, holds eye contact when they say, “That’s who I am.”

Robin’s tearing up, too. “Nice to meet you, Stevie,” she whispers.

They choke out a little laugh and move to sit next to her, pulling her into a hug. “Love you, Robbie.”

“You too,” she whispers. “Hey, can I still call you dingus?”

Stevie laughs. “Sure, Robs.”

“Cool.” She beams and pulls them into a tight hug. “‘M glad you figured this out.”

Stevie giggles. “Me too.” They turn to Eddie, “Thanks for helping me figure this out.”

Eddie smiles warmly at them. “Anytime,” he promises. “And hey, now that you know, there’s plenty you can do, if you want to.”

Stevie furrows their brows. “Like what?”

“Well, you could grow your hair out, or cut it. You could change your wardrobe. You could get makeup, if you wanted. Anything that’ll help you feel more like you.”

Stevie frowns. “I don’t know what feels like me.”

“That’s okay,” Eddie says, smiling first at them, then at Robin. “We’ll help you.”

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thestobingirlie · 2 months

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I’ve seen you talk lots about Steve’s parents and i was wondering if you had any thoughts on Robins parents and how her and her parents dynamic as well as Steve and his parents dynamic could play into their friendship.

I am aware how they’re portrayed in Rebel Robin, but the books are not canon and was wondering if you had any further thoughts?

robin’s parents are also very fun to me!! i don’t have proper decided upon names for them like i do for the harrington’s. but i think in the book mrs b is called melissa? and mr b is called richard, which i think is funny lmao. so i kinda subscribe to those being their names.

now, i love the buckley’s being hippies. like they’re vegetarian, they spent robin’s childhood living in a van, she calls them by their names instead of mom and dad.

i think they accidentally joined a cult at one point, after which they moved to hawkins. for a bit more of a stable childhood for robin. i think they’re judged a lot around the neighbourhood, which makes it harder for them, but they love robin, and they want her to get as many advantages in life as she can. and robin is so bright. they know they can’t homeschool her if they want her to reach her full potential.

i think they’re very loving and affectionate, kinda the opposite of the harrington’s in that way lmao. and i think they’re very loving to robin. maybe she almost feels stifled a bit. i don’t think robin’s ever really had any best friends before steve, so she hung out with her parents a lot growing up. doing puzzles and helping in the garden. they would absolutely be supportive of robin being a lesbian (homophobic buckley’s my beloathed), but she still doesn’t tell them till she’s ready, once they’ve all gotten out of hawkins.

i think because of her parents, she really dislikes steve’s parents lmao. she can see from outside the affect their dynamic had on steve, whereas steve is more stuck in it. she jokes that steve’s dad is far more of the “dick” than robin’s is (because both are named richard lol).

robin will always be a dick harrington hater. number one!!! it takes steve a few more years to catch up to her in that regard. because he hates his dad, but he’s also his dad, you know? and i think steve’s parents are actually a source of strife within stobin. at least in the early years of their friendship. robin wishes steve would just cut and run, and steve sticks up for his parents when robin gets a little too into shit talking them, which can bubble up into arguments. not big ones, but they definitely have to take a bit of space after.

neither of them have stereotypical parents, but i think robin’s parents go against the grain almost in the same way that stobin’s friendship does. most people don’t get it, but it’s healthy and they love each other. so robin’s friendship with steve, it’s everything she’s ever wanted. it’s the kind of relationship she dreamed about as a lonely kid. whereas steve had a lot more of an unhealthy dynamic to look up to, so i do think he kinda romanticised a future with a partner where they never argued and they were always happy etc. and obviously real life isn’t like that. but i do think steve interacting with robin’s parents and seeing them interact with each other, it, like, heals something within him.

anyway, when stobin get lavender married the buckley’s are beside themselves with joy. they love steve. and they’re so excited to become parental figures for him (it’s a position they have to battle for with claudia. it gets bloody (they decide to split christmases)). they know it’s just a lavender marriage, but hey, they’re not very fucking conventional either!

#robin buckley #steve harrington #stobin #robin buckley’s parents #steve harrington’s parents #stranger things #asks #thenamesophiaisalreadytaken

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ardentwench · 1 year

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An expansion on this post about Steve and Eddie drunkenly eloping via an underground pastor at a pride event the same day they get together.

(If anyone wants to write anything inspired by this or the original post please do)

It’s 1990 and Steve, Eddie, and Robin end up visiting NY for xyz reason and when they hear about a Pride event they take the opportunity to go. They have fun, get emotional, somehow bond even more. Steve and Eddie have been teetering on the verge of something for what might be years now, the unspoken slow burn of falling in love with a close friend finally getting acknowledged, putting words and actions to the tension between them. They get invited to some more hidden low key community events to follow up the main event.

They get wasted, Robin gets distracted by some fellow lesbians. She gets Steve to let her slip away for a bit, insists that she’ll stay safe and believes Steve and Eddie can handle themselves without her for awhile, perhaps they could take the time to focus on this new evolution in their relationship.

When one of her new friends drags her to where a small excitable gathering is she doesn’t expect to see Steve and Eddie stepping up to the front of the scene. She can’t press herself through the crowd fast enough to interrupt the basement ceremony happening ahead of her. The audience is too loud in their catcalls for her to even make out much of what makeshift vows her friends are sharing but she can hear just enough to know some of it must sound absurd and hyperbolic to anyone paying close enough attention. She makes it to the front in time to see the swoon worthy kiss of a finale before the boys are gently guided to the side and gifted a Polaroid picture as the next couple falls into place in front of the pastor as he puts himself on the line to help same sex couples feel recognized in their commitment to each other.

She drags a giddy Steve and Eddie to a motel a few streets away, manages to keep them safely off each other long enough to snag a couple rooms, doesn’t even attempt to suggest they sleep apart and instead finds minimal sanctuary on the other side of a worryingly thin wall.

The next day they seem to remember all the important details and neither seem mortified with regret which is a big relief to Robin but there’s a stretch of awkward tension through the makeshift breakfast in her room before they checkout where they seem to be trying to get a footing for how to proceed with each other as boyfriends, let alone as unlawfully wedded spouses.

A couple jokes between the three of them and things start feeling more natural, less tense. Steve and Eddie make a few jokes about spousal privilege, Robin playfully laments she hasn’t even had an official girlfriend yet while Steve’s already snagged a husband. Steve counters with how to be fair he and Eddie had only got together a scant 6 hours prior to eloping and never officially used labels so would it really count as him having a boyfriend before her a girlfriend? And if that’s the case she can still brag about that since he won’t ever get to have a boyfriend since he’s married and all now.

It should be a joke but Robin knows Steve, reads the expression on his face, the inflection in his voice. She catches the way Eddie is eyeing him with heart eyes that reflect too much love and adoration and not enough humor for the joke it should be. She doesn’t miss the way he doesn’t make his own quick witted remark to correct or deflect Steve’s assertion. They don’t talk about it in further depth that day, or the rest of the trip.

When they return to their shared three bedroom home life continues in a way Robin assumed it would once her friends figured things out, the boys are more affectionate in a way that would be unbearable if it wasn’t so sweet and slowly one of their bedrooms becomes unused. There’s occasional references and inside jokes that crop up about the elopement but Robin lets it slide for quite awhile after, glad to see her two pining idiot friends are finally happily together. Within the codependency she has with Steve is a constant twist of protective concern and if she lets herself overthink too often she knows she’ll only spiral among a feedback loop of negativity.

It’s when the comments and jokes about marriage and husbands don’t peter out but instead morph into more casual comments that live on the side of too authentic for Robins comfort that the suspicions she’d felt turns to anxious worry that she stops ignoring.

The shiny new rings given to them for the ceremony are still in place on their fingers in a way that really only stands out on Steve’s normally unadorned hand. He gets offended when she suggests he moves it to a chain or something, quips about what kind of husband she must think he is before he gets quiet and swiftly changes the subject when her answer is a fake husband.

It’s 6 months after the trip to NY and Steve is pondering out loud to Robin, which is nothing new, but he’s going on about if it’s tacky to celebrate a 6 month wedding anniversary and how those expectations might differ between dating and marriage. She knows he’s more musing to himself than expecting a response from her but she can’t help the way she eventually explodes on him in frustration born from her concerns that he’s in too deep, too fast.

She suggests that maybe he’s taking the joke too far. He admits it doesn’t feel like a joke. She wants reassurance that he’s not just deluding himself, that the feeling is at least mutual. Steve is too insecure to speak for Eddie since they haven’t explicitly talked about it. They do mutually call each other husbands as a term of endearment and aren’t shy about voicing their love, but a lot of things just haven’t felt necessary to voice. Things just feel right in a way Steve isn’t sure he’s ever felt before. He gets why it sounds insane to want to take their elopement seriously but he thought if anyone would support him wanting to hold onto their opportunity to marry the love of their life, lawfully or not, it would be her.

Robin isn’t so easily reassured. She worries that Steve has fallen victim to playing out his youthful domestic fantasy to the point he’s speed running things and it could be to the detriment of his relationship and his future. She just doesn’t want him to get hurt. Her anxiety runs through all sort of reasons it’s a bad idea. And she lists them off in a near panicked ramble.

He’s young, the relationship is still new, they haven’t even been together a year. How is he sure Eddie is the love of his life? Wouldn’t he have said that about Nancy when he was with her? Has he considered if the trauma bonding is affecting his judgment? He really only came to terms with his sexuality a year ago. He hasn’t decided on his direction in life yet between college or a career. What happened to focusing on finding himself? What if he misses opportunities to find his true potential because he’s prioritizing playing house?

She was the only who knew about their drunken vows, there wasn’t any evidence besides the blurry Polaroid they’d been handed but when she couldn’t ignore the unsettled feelings about the situation she had turned to talking them through as vaguely as possible with Nancy, someone logical and sensible who also knew enough of Steve’s baggage to give some sort of informed insight as she vented.

Steve had been able to handle listening to Robins spiral of doubt, even as it bordered on lecturing, because he knew it came from a place of care and concern as she struggled to understand this discrepancy in their usually compatible logic. But when Robin begins sounding less like herself and more like she’s quoting from memory he doesn’t let her continue.

Robin ends up saying something that sounds just like Nancy and Bullshit. Suggesting Steve might care about being wanted in a relationship more than he did the reality of the relationship, implying every fast track couple was doomed to the fate of Ted and Karen Wheeler’s unhappy marriage or Joyce and Lonnie’s inevitable divorce. She alludes to his abandonment issues, his struggles with self esteem, and his lack of self preservation, as if they might have something to do with why he would want to honor his inebriated spontaneous illegal marriage instead of doing the more sensible and safe route.

Once he’s realized she’s actually been talking to Nancy about him he gets upset. He’s hurt and affronted and as much as he was willing to give Robin some allowance to judge him she had taken her lack of faith in him and in his relationship with Eddie too far. Knowing she’d gone behind his back to talk about him and Eddie to his ex girlfriend and had came out with such negative conclusions and assumptions made him feel raw and defensive. He lets his inner high school bitch take the wheel and watches Robin deflate as he begins correcting her where she’s overstepped.

He’s unable to stop some bitter self deprecation from slipping through when he tells her he might not be the smartest and may not be going many places, or making plans to do big things with his life, but that shouldn’t matter. Not everyone wants to make a difference to the world on a grander and more public scale than secretly saving the world repeatedly from the Upside Down. Not everyone’s priorities are to escape their hometown as soon as possible to disappear into a big city or learn it all at big fancy schools. The only opportunity he currently cares about missing is embracing the direction life will take him and Eddie together, and who they can grow to be while alongside each other. And maybe his aspirations seem lacking to someone as smart and talented as her and Nancy but he’s happy and content in a way he can’t recall ever experiencing, not even with Nancy. And maybe it’d be nice if his best friend didn’t suggest it was all bullshit or insinuate he was an idiot for wanting to keep that feeling alive and strong. There’s more he says but he doesn’t stick around for Robin to respond.

Eddie shows up in time to overhear something that could be taken out of context before Steve storms off but instead of assuming the worst and miscommunication dragging out the ordeal he actually checks on Steve and they communicate via a healthy discussion and Eddie confirms he is just as stupidly invested in Steve and meant every word of his vows too. At first Steve had tried pulling away when Eddie comes to him, Robin (and Nancy’s) words getting to his insecurities and stirring doubt where there’d previously been none. Eddie easily reassures him. Despite not being particularly religious he married Steve under God by the power of a badass rebel pastor and they didn’t need government approval or fancy paperwork or even their friends approval for it to be real.

Robin went to apologize to Steve and Eddie but accidentally eavesdrops which makes her feel even worse for doubting Eddie’s level of seriousness about Steve or that Steve couldn’t handle his own relationship and life, realizing that maybe if she hadn’t been so caught up projecting her own insecurities onto the situation she may of realized Steve and Eddie deserved more credit for understanding each other than she had initially been willing to give them. She does end up apologizing and Steve appreciates it even though he can admit he would of probably stressed out and made an ass of himself over Robin eloping so quickly as well.

For their 6 month anniversary they take the opportunity to get the kids together while everyone is still available. Eddie slips into one of his showy rants against the government and why some laws were better broken, ending it with the declaration that he and Steve being together is a prime example of how worth it some laws are to ignore. Most of the party roll their eyes, used to Eddie’s passionate spiels and gushing about Steve, something that’s only got worse since they returned from NY and were caught being borderline indecent at Joyce and Hoppers wedding reception. Steve had blamed it on their new relationships own honeymoon phase.

Mike who was hanging on Eddies words wrinkles his nose and points out in confusion that sodomy wasn’t illegal in Indiana. This gains everyones attention on him and he flushes, pointing out in his defense that he was just saying it wasn’t exactly illegal for Steve and Eddie to be dating like Eddie implied. The kids rush to tease Mike for just blurting something like that out despite the context until Eddie cuts in to correct the misconception that him and Steve are dating.

This immediately quiets everyone, confused and a little concerned they glance between their two older friends and Steve struggles to keep his face neutral. Beside him Robin shoves her own face in a book in an attempt to hide her own poor poker face. Almost simultaneously Max and Dustin both break the silence, rushing to get clarification and talking over each other as they ask what that means. Steve’s a bit surprised by the amount of hackles raising around the room at the simple statement. Max and Dustin especially looked prepared to follow through on previous shovel talks if necessary, hanging onto every word of Eddie insisting insists him and Steve aren’t boyfriends. They’re just shy of becoming feral as they try to make sense of the situation when Steve finally feels pity and casually chimes it that while sodomy isn’t outlawed same sex marriage is illegal, and yet…

There’s a moment of confused quiet that falls over the room only broken by Dustin huffing exasperatedly until Will lets out an almost involuntary sounding Oh. He’s all wide eyed and pink around the cheeks even before everyone focuses on him and Steve knows Will’s clocked the truth when he sees the way he’s looking at Steve’s ring finger. Will finally meets his eye and offers a hesitant congratulations. It’s only another bated breath before the kids stir with the revelations as their genius minds catch up to the insinuations.

They clarify for El how they eloped and what it meant, how they refuse to let the government dictate their use of matrimonial vows, holy or unholy. Eddie preens under the ability to brag about Steve agreeing to become his unlawfully wedded husband. Steve was prepared for someone to voice skepticism but when he hears Mike through the excited chatter grumbling about not understanding Eddie’s poor choices it means a lot for Robin to be the first to quickly shut it down, a chorus of vocal support following her lead.

#steddie #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve/eddie #really hope I was awake enough for this to make sense since I came up with it as I went #this is basically just a skeleton to a fic I’ll never write

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avabananas13 · 1 year

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Rockstar! (Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Rockstar!Reader)

Summary: As soon as Eddie Munson has reentered your life, so has Steve Harrington. This leads to an awkward hang out and possibly an even awkwarder lunch.

TW: Angst, jealousy, Eddies kinda a dick, fem!reader but I tried my best to keep it gender neutral, cursing, cliff hanger ending, slight steve x reader if you squint

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: I am so glad y’all have been enjoying this series because I’m really enjoying writing it. I’ve had such a shitty week but writing this has really be therapeutic for me. I really appreciate all of the love and support and I hope you enjoy this next chapter

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3: You Again

This was your worst nightmare. Face to face with your ex boyfriend, standing in the living room of a girl who you haven’t even known for 24 hours yet. Your jaw was on the floor and you were frozen in place. You figured you had a couple of options here, the best one being to run away. You would’ve done it too, if it weren’t for the fact that your feet have suddenly become cinder blocks.

You and Eddie just stared at each other, waiting for someone to do something. You could see the panic on his face. When he heard Robin had befriended you he considered it to be a joke. There was no way in hell she actually befriended someone with such a high status like you. He never told his friends that the two of you dated, they just know his heart was broken long ago. However, he didn’t think it would be too hard for them to learn about your dating history. There were plenty of people back home who very much remember the two years you spent together and it was possible Robin heard someone mention it. Hell, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she somehow remembered seeing you in the halls together when you all attended Hawkins High at the same time. Neither of those seem to be the case though. This was just pure chance.

“Do you two know each other?” an unknown girl's voice rang out from behind Eddie. You were staring at each other like you were daring the other to speak first. Which one of you had the pleasure of informing the room full of confused young adults how you know each other.

“Know each other? This is the girl who gave me my cold, dead heart,” he said with a wicked laugh.

“Eddie please, you know I didn’t want things to end that way” you tell him.

“You sure about that? I remember it much differently sweetheart,” Eddie remarked.

Sweetheart.

A nickname that was once said as sweet as sugar, now laced with vicious poison. You tried to not be angry with Eddie considering the cause of your breakup was due to the distance, but it was hard standing face to face with him after so long. His hair was more grown out now and his body was littered with more tattoos. From an outside view, he looked the same but to you, he was even more beautiful than ever.

“You know what,” you turn to Robin, “I think I’m just gonna go,” softly smiling at her and hoping Eddie would pick up on your dejected attitude. You needed to leave before your walls break, still trying to convince yourself that you’re completely over him.

“Yeah sure, just give up instead of putting the work in. Sounds just like you Y/N,” that was a low blow, even for Eddie. Breaking up with him was the hardest thing you’ve ever done but you knew it was the best option for the both of you. You were trying your hardest to remain civil, but he was proving to make it difficult.

“Eddie, shut the hell up,” Robin starts and then turns to you, “Y/N please don’t leave. I truly didn’t know about your past with my friend here but I would love it if you could stay,” she tells you. Truthfully, you do want to stay. You really needed to get out of the house for a reason other than work but you didn’t know how you felt about these plans including your ex, the boy you were convinced you would marry one day. You look around the room and take in the group of people watching the scene unfold. You begin to feel slightly embarrassed by the whole situation, wanting to just have a chill night for once. You meet Robin's eyes and the pleading look she has makes you crack.

“Fine, I’ll stay,” you sigh. Robin's face instantly lights up with excitement, while Eddie is visibly pissed. You were determined to make some friends, and you won’t let Eddie Munson of all people keep you from that goal.

“Yay! This is so great, I’m really excited for you to meet everyone,” Robin drags you closer to the group of people sitting around the living room and introduces you to each of them. The first one is Jonathan, he seemed nice enough and you remember hearing his name around after his brother Will went missing back in ‘83. Then there was Jonathan's friend Argyle who definitely has one of the weirdest names you’ve heard in a while, and you work in the music industry. He had some of the longest hair you’d ever seen and he seemed to be high out of his mind. The only other girl in the room was Nancy Wheeler, who you have a slight memory of from school. You learned that she was the only one who didn’t live here in LA. She went to school in Boston but was on fall break visiting. You also learned from Robin that she and Jonathan are a thing. Just as you were finishing introductions you hear the front door swing open.

“Did someone order a pizza?” you hear a boy's voice call out almost hero-like.

“Hey brochacho you got one with pineapple right?, ” Argyle yells.

“No way, that's so gross dude,” the stranger responded, except he wasn’t a stranger. You recognized him as Steve “the hair” Harrington. Steve was actually someone you knew pretty well back in Hawkins. Both of your families were well-known around town which automatically brought you both together. You spent holidays with him, summers in his pool together, and would even spend time outside of your families together. You grew apart in high school though, shortly after you started to date Eddie. Steve wasn’t really an asshole, he just surrounded himself with assholes. When he heard you were dating Eddie he stopped talking to you, saying he wouldn’t be associated with a freak. Now, they seemed to be friends. When you think about it, he said the same thing about Jonathan too. Clearly, Steve had changed since high school and it was seemingly for the better.

“Oh my god, Y/N?” Steve exclaimed after seeing you. He quickly placed the pizzas down and rushed over to give you a tight hug, which took you by surprise. Steve was basically your best friend pre-Eddie and you could feel your stomach flip at the idea of having him back in your life, you really missed him sometimes. He pulled away from the hug, still holding on to you by the arms. “It’s been so long and, oh man, I am so sorry for the way we left things,” he apologizes.

“I can’t even believe you're here, why are you here?” you question, needing answers to how this peculiar friend group came to be.

“Well, it’s kind of a long story but basically-”

“You know Harrington?” you hear Eddie shout. You forgot he was still in the room for a moment and hearing his voice startled you. You turn towards him and his face is a mix between anger and jealousy.

“Yeah, we’ve been friends forever,” you tell him blatantly.

“Y/N and I go way back,” Steve informs the group, putting an arm around your shoulder. Eddie starts walking closer towards the both of you.

“We dated for, what, about three years and you never mentioned his name,” Eddie grumbled.

“Well that's kinda my fault actually,” Steve fesses up, “See, we were close but then I found out she was dating, well you, and I stopped talking to her,” you feel hurt at all of those painful nights of crying in your room after losing Steve. You never told Eddie though, not wanting him to feel guilty. “But, I’m sorry I did. Jesus, I’ve missed you,” Steve pulls you in for another hug and you can feel him kiss the very top of your head.

—

The rest of the night remains shockingly civil. You and Steve catch up on the last six years, you tell him what it’s like being a Grammy winner and he tells you what it’s like working at Family Video, which actually sounded very exciting to you. You were proud of him, being able to make his own living and not relying on his father anymore. Robin informed you that the two of them actually worked at the one in Hawkins together and now they’re both working at one here in LA. You thought it was cute how close they seem to be, but Robin made sure to clarify that they are strictly Platonic, with a capital P (her words).

You got to know the group pretty well, ending the night by getting Nancy's phone number for her place in Boston and the number for Jonathan and Argyle's apartment. You all devoured the pizza Steve got while watching the movies Robin rented after her shift at Family Video earlier. The most surprising part was that Eddie stayed the entire time, even though he stayed pretty quiet most of the time. When you left you hugged everyone goodbye, except for the metalhead, and Robin walked you out.

“ I just wanted to say I’m sorry again about Eddie,” she told you.

“It’s ok, there's no way you would have known about our past,” you softly smile at her.

“Luckily he’s hardly ever home anymore so if you wanted to you could come over again soon,” she says.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you respond.

“I think Steve would like that too,” she giggles.

“Oh trust me, Steve and I are just friends,” you assure her.

“Does he know that?” she questions. You knew Steve had a crush on you when you were kids but you always thought it was just that, a crush. You two spent so much time together it wasn’t really a surprise that he had one on you. You sometimes laugh thinking back on the time he told you he liked you. You were in seventh grade and he was in sixth. You were playing tag in your backyard when he kissed you on the cheek and asked if you’d be his girlfriend. You laughed at him and said you were far too old for him, even though you’re only five months older than him.

“Of course he knows that,” you tell her, earning a hum in response. You walk towards the curb and begin the process of hailing a taxi. When you finally get one you turn towards Robin and bring her into a giant hug. “Thank you so much for tonight, I really appreciate it. Call me tomorrow, ok?” she nods enthusiastically as you get into your transportation. You look out your window and you wave goodbye to each other as you head home for the night.

—

You were expecting to feel lonely again once you got home but you felt anything but that. You had four new friends and rekindled a relationship with your best friend. The worst part of the night was Eddie. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He prayed you didn’t notice but how could you not, his eyes were burning holes into your skin. You knew when Eddie was jealous, plenty of guys flirted with you over the course of your relationship, and that was most definitely the case tonight. The only thing that made it worse was the fact that he was even more attractive now than ever. He really grew into his features these last few years and what can you say, you’ve always been a sucker for tattoos.

You were laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about Eddie when the phone began to ring. “Hello?” you answer.

“Hey Sweetheart,” it was Eddie, speaking of the devil.

“What’d you want, Munson?” you ask expressionless.

“I wanted to apologize for today actually,” this piques your interest. Never in a million years have you known Eddie Munson to apologize.

“Oh, really?” you say surprisedly.

“Yeah, I was kinda a dick to you today,” he says sincerely.

“Yeah you kinda were,” you tell him.

“Look, since it seems like we’ll be seeing a lot of each other now, I was thinking we could get lunch or something? Maybe talk about everything,” his attitude has done a complete 180 since earlier. Truthfully, you did want to talk to him. It had been really hard not talking to him for these last few years and even though you were over him, it doesn't mean you don’t miss him. If you learned anything today after seeing Steve it’s that people change, and maybe the same applies to Eddie.

“Sure, I’d like that,” you say.

“Ok well are you free tomorrow?” he asks.

“Yeah I am actually. We could go out around 1,” you suggest.

“Works for me, is there anywhere specific you wanna go?” he asks you.

“Maybe that place on 2nd? The burger place,” you hope he knows what you're talking about.

“Yeah I know it, that’s fine. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he hangs up. Eddie knows why you chose that place and you know why you chose that place. Back in Hawkins the two of you used to go to Benny's diner all the time, before his tragic death, and this place was the closest LA had to Bennys. You would go to this diner all the time after moving out here, yearning for the taste of home.

—

Eddie too used to go to this diner all the time after moving out here, not because he missed a town that hated him but because he missed you. While you were completely over Eddie, he was nowhere near close to being over you. Eddie was convinced you were the love of his life and the last three years of his life he was dedicated to finding a way to get you back. He almost died in the Upside Down, which just pushed him even further to have you back in his life.

Now, he’ll be the first to admit that he went about this all the wrong way. He never should’ve sent Tom to that party, sending you a message from him. He never should’ve acted like such a dick when you came over either. And he really didn’t mean to get jealous over Steve Harrington, his best friend. His wake up call came abruptly though as Robin went ballistic on him after you left. She told him that he needed to get his head out of his ass and apologize like the big boy he is. He didn’t love her wording but it’s what he needed to hear.

So, here he was calling you after three and a half years inviting you to lunch. Eddie felt his heart leap out of his chest when you agreed to meet with him, he didn’t think it would be that easy. He was, however, prepared to let you yell at him tomorrow. He would stop being such an asshole and suck it up, it was time for Eddie Munson to act his age (but only for this).

—

You couldn’t believe it. Almost four years have passed since your break up with Eddie and so much has happened in your life, you’re an entirely new person now. What if he hated the new version of you, not that you should care but you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering there. You wanted to know what he’s been doing since your break up, seeing as he refused to talk when you were all hanging out earlier.

There was very little you knew about him now, except that Corroded Coffin was still going strong and he was friends with people you never would’ve guessed, like Steve. That's what you really wanted to know, how in the world are Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington friends? Luckily, you planned to have all of your questions answered at lunch tomorrow. You also planned to tell him just how freaked the fuck out you were when he sent Tom to your party. He seriously needs to tone down the creepiness. Your mind was wandering everywhere and what you really needed was some rest. You put your thoughts on hold and decided it was time to get some sleep.

You woke up that morning with a ball of nerves in your gut. You went on with your usual morning routine which consisted of a quick workout, a mango smoothie, and a warm shower. It was the same thing every morning and you were ok with that. You like routines, it gives you a sense of control in a world filled with chaos. After your routine you headed straight to the studio, having a meeting about your new album. The new album was set to release in a little over a week and the pressure was on. Your first album was super successful and while this one was projected to be even better than the first, that's still a lot of pressure on you as a person.

“Y/N, sweetheart, you’re gonna be huge,” Glenn greeted you as you walked into the studio.

“Glenn I have two Grammys, I think we’re past me being huge,” you laugh.

“I know, I know, kid,” he laughed too. You follow Glenn into the meeting room where multiple execs and PR people are waiting for you. You take a seat next to Glenn and your publicist Lisa, who gives you a hug when you enter the room. Lisa and Glenn were the closest you had to friends before meeting Robin. They took you in when you had nobody and you were very happy to have both of them.

“So, Y/N, I hear you have a thing going on with Eddie Munson,” one of the many execs says in a teasing tone, but it still makes your jaw drop. Is there now a rumor going around that you and Eddie are dating? You blame that idiot Tom. You guarantee he was telling people at your party that you and Eddie used to date, spreading around a rumor that left out the past tense.

“No. Been there, done that,” you try laughing it off, Glenn and Lisa joining you. They both were there during your breakup with Eddie, helping you pull yourself together.

“Oh my mistake. I swear, someone at the party told me you two were together currently,” you called it, fucking Tom. This would be another thing you’d be talking to Eddie about at your lunch.

“Why am I not surprised,” you sarcastically say.

—

The rest of the day went by pretty quickly and before you knew it the clock read 12:30. Luckily you had a driver today so instead of taking a taxi you had Clark to take you to the restaurant. You were unsure if Eddie drove or not, remembering that stupid van he cherished so dearly in high school. This left you clueless as to if he was already there or if he’d be late in typical Eddie fashion. He was there though.

Eddie had been stressing out about seeing you again, really seeing you, that is. He was going to apologize for being such a dick towards you. He knew that much but the rest, well he was just hoping he’d make it home alive. He was a big boy now, he was willing to listen to you this time around and if you wanted to rip him a new one then so be it.

He was sitting at a booth that was closer to the back, more secluded in case you really got into it, fidgeting with each of his rings. He checked the watch on his wrist, 12:58, you’d be walking in any minute now. The closer it got to 1 the harder he found it to look at the door, scared to face you when you eventually did arrive. The diner was pretty empty right now so if he heard the bell ring he could only assume it was you. He felt as though he'd been sitting there for eternity when really it’s only been two minutes and the second the clock reaches 1… ding

He looks up and meets your eyes. You give him a small smile, so small he almost missed it, and he’s preparing himself for a conversation that would hopefully end with you back in his life, whether that be friends or something else. Eddie was hoping it'd be the something else.

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Completed AO3 Fics Masterlist 2

Links Last Checked: April 13th, 2024

part one

1796 broadway (ao3) - rainproof, teaberryblue steve/tony, bruce/natasha M, 460k

Summary: Captain America respectfully requests that all complaints be addressed to him in writing. On paper, the nice old-fashioned way, because the computer screen hurts his eyes.

Put your phone down, Tony.

A Parent Apparent (ao3) - happyaspie pepper/tony T, 528k

Summary: In which the author indulges herself in some shameless Irondad/Spiderson with fluff, angst and everything in between because she needs more of that in her life.

Just another one of those, oh so overdone, fanfics where Tony and Peter's relationship grows into more of a father/son relationship after an accident involving Aunt May (who lives)

cascades. (ao3) - orange_crushed steve/bucky, peggy/gabe M, 152k

Summary: “Holy shit,” Howard says, crackling through the speakers. “You alive in there?” Lying is a sin, of course, but Steve’s not sure what else he can do. He’s already lied to the government and Bucky and God Almighty; and himself, himself most of all. He ought to tell the truth. That he’s not quite what they hoped for. That perhaps they should put him back into the ocean.

“Probably,” he says, instead, listening to Howard’s tinny laughter; and waits for the blast doors to unlock.

Children of the Old Moon(ao3) - old_blue stephen/sam M, 78k

Summary: After an encounter with a supernatural killer goes wrong, Stephen is pulled into another world. There, he meets a very familiar face...

Now he just needs to catch the murderer, save the multiverse, and find a way back home.

Curious Scars (ao3) - Amerna darcy/steve M, 95k

Summary: Darcy Lewis’ first solo mission as a SHIELD agent was supposed to be easy: Get to Germany, retrieve the data, get out. With Captain America as backup nothing bad could happen, right? But when Steve and Darcy wake up two weeks later in a hospital in Brazil with no recollection of what happened, SHIELD ready to arrest them for going AWOL, and married to each other, things start to get weird. They struggle to piece together what happened to them: Where did they go? What did they do? Why can they not remember anything? And why on earth would they get married to each other?

darkness will be rewritten (ao3) - princessironspider natasha/tony N/R, 104k

Summary: Peter is Tony’s biological child.

Natasha Romanoff has been married to Tony Stark secretly for years.

What would the movies be like if this were the case?

Everything She Didn't Know She Wanted (ao3) - bluecurls bucky/darcy/steve E, 137k

Summary: Knowing she had two soulmates comforted Darcy Lewis during the toughest moments of her life.

Then she met them.

Life On The Farm (ao3) - BeenAsleepFor70Years clint/laura, bruce/natasha, steve/bucky, jane/thor, pepper/tony, scott/hope G, 101k

Summary: Set after Civil War. Stories about Team Cap (minus Bucky) and friends hiding out on Clint's farm.

maybe we can’t be okay (but maybe we’ll try anyway) (ao3) - impravidus, notapartytrick steve/bucky, pepper/tony T, 68k

Summary: The Avengers thought it would be a simple mission. Kill the giant, sixty foot worm monsters, head home and maybe take an hour long shower to get the worm guts off. But when they come across a hidden town in the depths of the forest, the last thing they’re expecting to find is a secret underground base and a fourteen year old boy sticking to the ceiling.

The team finds themselves becoming a dysfunctional family to the teen while he learns how to find a life out of captivity.

Featuring dolphins, puzzles, and frosting art.

On the Streets Where You Live (ao3) - secretkeeper karl/stephen M, 276k

Summary: When single parents Karl Mordo and Stephen Strange meet while bringing their children to school, a tentative bond is formed between the men and their children. But as time goes on, Karl's past as well as Stephen's secrets will challenge their families and their relationship in ways that neither imagined possible.

peter's stars (ao3) - IronPengu, parkrstark steve/tony T, 175k

Summary: Steve and Peter lose their apartment and are kicked out on the streets. Steve has to juggle between jobs to earn whatever money he can, take care of his son while resfusing to let him realize how much they're trouble in, and keep them warm and safe on the city streets in winter.

So, he really doesn't have time to date the billionaire that flirts with him everyday as he buys his cup of coffee. Even if he did, he can't let himself fall for the man. Because if he knew that he lived from a backpack and showered in a public bathroom there's no way he'd still want him...right?

pirate’s heart (ao3) - NotEvenCloseToStraight bucky/steve/tony E, 267k

Summary: The 1700s, the Golden Age of Piracy, and Captain Steve Rogers has all he wants: a ship, a loyal crew, Bucky at his side, and the horizon offering a new adventure everyday. But an impulsive kiss gone wrong leads to a marriage between Steve and Tony Stark, and now Steve doesn’t know what to do about ANYTHING. Steve loves Bucky, but something about Tony draws him in. Tony is too innocent for this life, but he picks up a sword anyway. Bucky is Steve’s, but when he offers his hand to Tony and now the three of them are something new. When the truth about Steve’s mission to ruin the Stark name comes out, Tony runs away, leaving Steve and Bucky behind in search of answers to the secrets hidden from him his whole life– about his company, about Uncle Obie, about his parents death.

Steve and Bucky cant abandon their mission against Stane and Tony cant deal with the answers he finds in New York. Is this the end? Is Tony gone forever? Or will he leave his old life and return to the sea and the Pirates that hold his heart?

rock me gently (ao3) - enigma731, invisibledaemon gamora/peter M, 479k

Summary: “She is our–She is Gamora,” Nebula says. “There is only one Gamora and I know her better than any of you do.” She pauses and glares at Peter, clearly challenging him to protest that. For once, he doesn’t dare. “This Gamora has jumped forward in time nine years, but she is the same person at her core. Just as you are the same despite not having experienced the last five years I did. We are all just–out of sync at the moment.”

show me what i’m looking for (ao3) - JamieB93 mj/peter, pepper/tony M, 381k

Summary: Peter Parker has spent the last year struggling to believe he has finally found a place he belongs. He has come a long way and whilst there is still a way to go, Peter begins to blossom and open himself up to the world. Which brings with it all the usual teenage dramas.

A touch damaged and more than a little rough around the edges, Peter is very often his own worst enemy. Still plagued by the scars of a traumatic past and newer challenges - it seems Peter’s happy ending might not be so easily in reach.

Steve Rogers Is A Child (ao3) - LagLemon steve/tony, clint/phil M, 290k

Summary: Tony gets into fights with Steve all the time and it's driving him insane. Sure, he's not the nicest guy in the world, but all he did was steal a little of the guy's sesame seed bagel - he didn't deserve to get yelled at for something stupid like that.

After drowning his sorrows in hot chocolate and complaining to Pepper about what happened, Tony gets a phone call from Natasha telling him to hurry back home. Something's happened - Steve has been attacked and he's not quite the same man he once was - he's been turned into a child.

With Steve out of commission, the team struggles with what to do and Tony finds himself filling roles he had never expected: babysitter and friend.

The Contract (ao3) - Laily loki/stephen M, 60k

Summary: An awkward dinner party brings Doctor Stephen Strange and Loki of Asgard together; though ill-at-ease, still they seek the company of each other, being the odd ones out. One wakes up somewhat rested, the other in the worst pain of his life.

Thor is not a happy camper.

The Puzzle that is Peter Parker (ao3) - Neuropsyche pepper/tony T, 279k

Summary: Peter is reeling from the after-effects of the spider bite and seeks out Tony Stark. If anyone can teach him how to be a superhero, it's Ironman, right? Tony isn't impressed at being stalked by an eight year old

Time After Time (ao3) - fancylances tony/stephen T, 47k

Summary: Tony Stark is unstuck in time. Stephen Strange might just be the only person in the universe qualified enough to help.

Two-Point Perspective (ao3) - FestiveFerret steve/tony E, 109k

Summary: Dear omega,

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If there is some reason why you cannot be bonded on this date, please apply for an extension by calling 1-800-555-6827 within 7 days of receiving this letter.

Sincerely, National Omega Services

We'll Haunt This Place (The Two of Us) (ao3) - ElloPoppet clint/steve, sam/bucky E, 25k

Summary: Huh. Captain America showing up at his farm unannounced in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon with a suitcase. Somehow, not the strangest thing to ever happen to Clint. Not even the strangest way he had been woken from a nap, honestly.

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harringrove week day 1 - wouldn't it be nice

did i think i would actually have something done for harringrove week? no. it’s a miracle tbh. what i did not manage is staying with the prompts for every day and this just so happens to be one of the days where i couldn't. the prompt i used was technically for tomorrow and it’s Hawkins Country Club During the Annual Benefit

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Steve didn't ever really expect to be this happy.

Since he was small he’d had his whole life planned out; married by 25, steady job, 2.5 kids. The thought had always made him feel like he was suffocating.

Standing in between people from his past in the middle of the Hawkins country club’s annual benefit brings back those memories.

From where he's leaning against the bar he can see Nancy and Jonathan. Seated close together and talking like they’re the only people in the room. They're not the nuclear family either. Living in Chicago and working for a newspaper together while Jonathan tries to make photography his main job. Last time he asked if they wanted to have kids, Nancy laughed in his face. Not the nuclear family sure, but closer. Picturing himself in Jonathan's place, imagining his life with Nancy instead of Billy, makes him feel slightly nauseous though.

It's almost like there’s a different life staring right back at him, contrasting ridiculously stark with what his life actually is right now.

Steve works in a bar. Billy fixes cars in the evenings and studies during the days. When they feel like it they just leave on Friday evenings. They drive down to LA or through the night to get up to Seattle to see one of the grunge shows Billy loves. Sometimes one of the national parks. Sometimes just to a beach that isn't the closest to them. It's a freedom he hadn't ever dared to dream about.

It's kind of fun to fantasize though. Look at the road not taken where it’s drawing itself in front of his eyes, taking shape through the life of the people he knew when he was a teenager.

Steve sees a picket fence instead of their tiny balcony. He can see many of these sort of formal events with a wife who likes to dress up, someone who doesn’t complain the entire time they’re changing into formal attire.

Steve wouldn't want it for anything.

He loves the opposite that he’s living; 26 now and never going to be officially married unless some people in the government calm down very quickly about a couple of things. there's a ring though. At the bottom of his nightstand, the only place Billy is not likely to stumble over it. Steve figures why not. He's got no intention of ever falling in love with anybody else. Their friends all know about them. Steve's parents do too. There's nothing stopping them from having a ceremony or even just putting on the rings. They could call the other spouse. Just because the law won’t let them, doesn’t mean they can’t go for it. What do they care about the law?

If he was still living here, maybe down the road from where he’d grown up, he’d have probably reached all his dreams already. Stable life, stable job, maybe working towards a promotion.

Instead, he has Billy. and the two of them, they have plans. They want a dog at some point. Billy's finishing up a masters degree in literature. He's thinking of turning it into a double major still. Education. It would structure them more. He'd go through more training. But the weekends would still be theirs to leave. Stability mixed with a freedom neither of them is willing to give up ever again. Billy likes the solidity of living in one place though. Or rather one state. Sometimes they talk about moving down to San Diego. Closer to Max. It'd give the opportunity to leave their hypothetical dog with her when the itch to drive into the middle of the night becomes too great. But Billy's not quite ready to go back to a city he’s lived in with Neil. Steve figures they’ve got a lifetime to figure it all out.

What Steve's pushing more than almost anything else though are Billy's studies. It's the only thing Steve's really working for too. The idea of Billy as a teacher is too good for Steve to not encourage. When Billy first mentioned it, mumbling it into his morning cup of tea as if it’s no big deal, Steve had been absolutely dumbfounded. Looking back it made sense though. He taught Max how to drive, and at least kind of well too. Steve remembers the summer evenings when he was moping about his future on the Wheelers backporch and all Holly ever talked about was her swimming instructor. Billy had had all the kids from Hawkins wrapped around his finger. They fucking adored him. Tell tale sign of Billy being one of the softest fuckers alive hidden away behind the bad boy image he was keeping up at the time.

Steve can see Billy now, standing next to Eddie, who looks about as wrong footed as Billy says he always feels at these events. Crissy fits in though, sitting next to the two of them at the table she and Eddie share with her parents. And since Chrissy had wanted to go, there was Eddie as well. Really there’s not a lot that Eddie wouldn’t do for her. If anybody would’ve told Steve 10 years ago that Eddie the freak Munson would be the only one of them headed towards the lifestyle of a suburban family he’d have laughed in their face. There's no denying that Eddie looks happy though. Neither he nor Chrissy ever really stop smiling around the other. It’s almost sickening. Billy likes to make fun of them. Billy smiles a lot around them too though.

Maybe the best thing about the life Steve's getting to live are Billy's smiles. There are many of them and Steve's on a mission to know them all. The smile for Max, the smile for Heather, the dirty laugh when he’s thinking of a joke and the stupid smirk for Eddie and Tommy. The giggles when Steve kisses his stomach and that grin when he's shamelessly and unapologetically happy. It first appeared when they were on the road heading towards California without much of a plan at all. it’s a frequent one now, when he’s out surfing, or just when they’re crammed on their tiny couch together.

Their apartment is tiny in general, a two bedroom in the Castro district. They’re roommates, keeping up appearances so long as nobody looks into the second bedroom to see the bookshelves and working space instead of another actual bed. Billy had admitted to it once early on when they were still just fucking in a way that just as well could've been called fighting. Stoned out of his mind he'd wandered around the Harrington home and stopped by Steve's dad's study.

“I want one of those. Proper library. I want to own more books than I can ever read.”

Later on when Billy started letting Steve in, he'd admitted to much more. Like Neil's disapproval of Billy's love for reading and his reluctance to allow books that weren't for school in the house. Billy wasn't supposed to waste his time with fiction.

When they'd moved in Steve had spent one very draining day installing shelves while Billy was out. Put up the Lord of the Rings books that Dustin and Eddie had told him Billy would like. Now he’s stuck with Billy who’ll spent hours in the room, complaining about his coursework and bitching because he's still a little shit but when Steve tries to make him stop reading in the middle of the night he'll just flip him off with a grin that's so carefree it makes Steve want to die.

When they visit Hawkins, there’s always the contrast to the house Steve's parents still live in. Big, filled with signs of money, and as empty of actual affection as Steve remembers it. His parents still haven’t quite figured out how to show they care in ways that aren’t material. But they try and they did ask both Billy and Steve to come with them tonight. Every shared breakfast or dinner they make halting conversation with Billy and him, asking about their life without sounding scandalized about the conditions of it. Surprisingly, even right when he had just told them, they weren’t as opposed to Steve moving in with a man as he would've expected. They don’t get it, but they don’t mind either, and his mother, though still trying to hide it, absolutely adores Billy and his easy charm.

Billy hasn't spoken to his father since he moved out. He's seeing a therapist once a week. It's the only thing Steve uses his parents' money for. He figures if one of their parents caused the problem, the others can make up for it.

They only really come back to Hawkins about once a year, for Christmas or when a lot of things happen to line up. There’s not a lot that calls either of them back here. But Hopper and Joyce are here. This time Dustin is home deciding on which of the many post grads he should be doing. Max is visiting her mother. It had all called for them to come really.

To Steve it's been worth it to come here just to see Billy in a suit.

Like he’s been pulled from Steve’s thoughts, he’s there.

“I want to go home,” that deep voice in his ear that he’d recognise between a thousand others. Billy’s moved right into Steve’s personal space, a hand placed on his lower back shielded from view by the bar behind them and leaning against his side.

“Mh, we can leave soon.”

“No. I mean, sure, this is boring as fuck,” Billy smiles wickedly, still as excited as a 10 year old would be when presented with the opportunity to use a swear word, “and I definitely want to head out, but I want to go home.”

Steve draws his eyebrows together, “It’s like 10pm. We planned to leave the day after tomorrow.”

“Stevie, if we leave now we can make it out of Indiana tonight. Find a motel somewhere in Illinois. We’ll be home by the time we planned to leave.”

Steve just looks at him questioningly some more. Billy punches his arm.

“C’mon, live a little, my guy.”

Steve is. Steve has never expected to be living this much.

But yeah, Steve misses home too.

They don’t waste time saying goodbye, they’ll just call from the road.

Billy blasts his damned metal once they start driving, and lets down the windows, probably waking up half the population of Hawkins when he speeds through the empty streets. Steve laughs, loudly and exasperated. He’s happier than he ever thought he’d get to be.

#yeah idk #i just want them happy #harringroveweek #stranger things #steve harrington #billy hargrove #mentions of the friends and fam i guess #harringrove #harringrove fic #stranger things fic #mimi makes things #mimi's writing

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Stepmom!Selina?

She sees what she's getting into from a mile away, but she welcomes it because Bruce's kids are a part of him, and she loves all of Bruce.

The kids all see it coming too, and while some (Damian) take longer to warm up to her, she's welcomed into the fold with open arms.

Selina's got a heart as big as her partner and while she's not always perfect, you can see how much she cares.

As a former foster child herself, Selina understands Duke's unique experiences and traumas from the foster care system, so whenever he needs to talk, she's the first one he goes to. Sometimes he doesn't want to (or need to) talk, so they'll watch boxing matches or she'll teach him little bits of Mandarin. If the kitchen isn't busy, they'll try their hand at new TikTok recipes, and film themselves either succeeding or debunking the original poster.

Being raised in isolation to be a human weapon meant Cass missed out on a lot of the things daughters typically learn as children/teens. The evening of Cass's first gala, she didn't know the first thing about doing her own hair and makeup. She's braved assassin armies, but her self-made disaster of bobby pins and eyeshadow nearly drives her to tears. Selina swoops in, wipes Cass's face with gentle reassurances, and walks her through step-by-step.

Selina considers it a privilege to have watched Dick grow from the spunky little Robin to the man he is today. Even though he's taller than her, she still ruffled his hair when he does a good job. She also keeps the first ever birthday card he gave her, which includes a pop-up bat signal and scented stickers, and remembers all of his favorite radio stations. Also, when Bruce does something, Dick goes tattling to Selina.

For a while, Carrie mooched off of her siblings' Netflix profiles, but everyone got tired of her messing up their algorithm and she was forced to make her own. She soon realized how much freedom she had because no one could see what she was watching. Selina caught on to the power trip and started researching and watching snippets whenever a new show comes out. That's how she stopped a bunch of preteen girls from watching Squid Game.

Tim often gets overlooked as not just the middle child, but the child who appears put-together and regularly takes on adult responsibilities. Selina, however, remembers that he's still a teenager. She regularly checks in and gradually teaches him that it's okay to let go and act his age. Selina encourages him to call his Young Justice friends outside of missions and take small acts of rebellion against Bruce. When Tim and his boyfriend snuck out to a famous lover's lookout, Selina gave them the car keys and covered for them.

She noticed that Jason really enjoys hanging out with Harley Quinn, bonding over not just Joker trauma but other shared interests like music taste. After Harley turns to the antihero side, Selina discusses with Bruce and they start inviting Aunt Harley and Aunt Ivy to dinner. The first time they do that, Harley is so excited that she baked a three-layer cake just for Jason. Literally, in strawberry frosting, it said, "THIS CAKE IS FOR JASON ONLY." Finding someone that Jason can relate to remains one of Selina's proudest accomplishments.

She's trying her best, but she makes mistakes too. For instance, although Wayne Manor has plenty of kitchen space, Selina does her cooking at Harley and Ivy's because Ivy can offer her fresh plant-based ingredients that suited Damian's needs. When Alfred's not available, she sends Damian to school with healthy, flavorful vegan lunches shaped into Cheese Viking characters. One time, she was tasked with bringing brownies to a PTA meeting. Incidentally, Harley was simultaneously baking a... different kind of brownie for a block party (you can see where this is heading). When an angry superintendent demanded to know who was responsible, Selina wisely kept her mouth shut and thankfully, so did Damian.

Cullen loves concerts, but he's a huge introvert who gets anxiety when he's left alone in a crowd. Selina becomes his concert buddy, and she'll go as all-out as he does. Sometimes that's showing up to a garage band dressed-down in hoodies and sunglasses. Other times it's painting their faces and looking like they just came out of a Hot Topic blowout sale. She even listens to the discography beforehand so she can blend in. Selina learns a lot about Cullen through this, because nothing says more about a person than the music they listen to.

Harper, though looking rough around the edges, turns into a giddy little kid at interactive science museums. During one of these trips, Harper got distracted by the giant Newton's Cradle so she didn't notice a fourth grade field trip sweeping up Selina. When they reunited at the gift shop, a chaperone had given Selina a school t-shirt and she was put in charge of grading ten kids' assignments. Harper laughed so hard that she spewed lemonade on the museum owner. Neither of them will let the other live that day down.

Selina and Barbara openly talk about guy stuff, and Selina is more than happy to offer advice in times of need. They're both pretty liberal talking about that stuff, and one time they did a tier ranking of all the Gotham Rogues based on how effective their gimmick is (Joker was the only S-tier). They then proceeded to get into a debate on whether or not Man-Bat and Killer Croc should qualify for the list, which led to them staring each other down at dinner while the other family members sat around them confused.

Steph's school offered a Mother's Day breakfast. Although Crystal Brown was doing her best and wanted to make it, she was scheduled a double-shift that the breakfast fell right in the middle of. Selina reached out to Crystal and with permission, went in her place. Afraid that Steph would publicly reject her, Selina sat in the parking lot for ten minutes as Bruce amped her up over the phone. Steph, thinking that no one would no up, was ecstatic and said that she couldn't have thought of anyone better. They enjoyed stacking up waffles and making the girls who bully Steph envious.

Long before she and Bruce got married, Selina made it clear that she would not be relegated to the gender-typical role of a homemaker, and Bruce happily concurred because it's 2021. They knew that to give Alfred a break, they'd have to take on some chores themselves. Instead of dividing up a boring old chore chart, they find ways to make cleaning fun and collaborative. They'll dance around the halls in mop slippers, play "guess the stain", and race their roombas. The kids see this and start modeling the behavior in their own ways—Dick swings from high places to dust them, Damian trains his pets to pick up garbage, and Cass and Duke compete to see who can clean the most bathtubs.

Some parts of the Manor are due for redecorating, so Selina and Alfred make a day trip out of interior design sketches, flipping through furniture catalogues, and looking at paint swatches. It sounds boring at first, but the menial tasks meant they had plenty of time for conversation, and she finally understood why everyone respects him. They also made room in the afternoon for a stroll through the park and afternoon tea, where he told her and her only the secret to a perfect scone.

The other Justice League partners welcome her into the group too. Whenever Selina's in Metropolis, she joins Lois and Ma and Pa for Sunday brunch where they share what their kids have been up to. Iris shows her life hacks to cooking large batches of food in a short time. Selina and Dinah discover an online store dedicated to selling vigilante gear and go on a Cyber Monday spree for their whole families. Steve Trevor, Diana's partner, teaches Selina how to fly with the invisible jet so she can surprise Bruce with the batplane.

After overcoming their initial conflicts, Selina and Talia hold a high amount of respect for each other. Talia sees Selina as not just a capable combatant, but a worthy partner to her former beloved and stepmother to her son. Selina, after spending all that time with the kids, understands the motherly love that Talia holds for Damian and makes it abundantly clear that she would never try to replace Talia in the boy's life. Regardless, looking after all those kids is hard, so they are very much open to the idea of co-parenting.

(Selina doesn't know it, but all this makes Bruce fall in love with her all over again.)

#ask #anonymous #selina kyle #catwoman #gotham city sirens #gotham rogues #batfamily #batfam #batkids #batsibings #batclan #batman family #dc comics #headcanon #tw food mention #tw mental health mention #tw drug mention

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Lovers’ Quarrel || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x rogers!reader

summary: when you married your brother’s best friend in 1941, the two of you had always promised to stick together and you did just that- even following him to wakanda where you trained alongside the dora milaje. When you find out that bucky’s released zemo from prison behind your back... needless to say you’re pissed.

a/n: okay i absolutely loved this request so much @missroro. reblogs and replies are super appreciated!

word count: 2.4k

warnings: swearing, reader and bucky fighting

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You were pissed to say the least.

You couldn’t understand why your husband would keep something so big such a secret from you. You had spent seventy years in ice for those you loved. You had become a super soldier for those you loved. You had spent two years off the grid in hiding for those you loved... and your husband couldn’t even tell you the truth? You would have tried to understand- helped him even- but he had chosen instead to keep you in the dark, leaving you to find out about his actions second hand from those who felt just as betrayed as you.

As you stood in the threshold of the room, spotting the five men, you could feel almost nothing but rage coursing through your veins. The tension was so thick in the room, you swore you could cut it with a knife... but you decided that a spear would do.

Throwing your arm back and tossing the spear forward, you watched as it stuck itself into the column between Sam and John Walker- the man posing as your brother.

When the spear collided with the wall, everyone’s eyes immediately snapped onto you and you could of sworn it almost felt good to watch the fear in your husband and Sam’s eyes when they spotted you, knowing just by the look on your face that they had messed up... and you weren’t one to let things like that slide.

“Y/n-” Bucky began.

With a straight face you turned your head to the side, unable to look at him, instead turning your attention to the Dora Milaje as they entered the apartment.

“Even if he is a means to your end... time’s up.” Ayo spoke in Xhosa before switching to English. “Release him to us now.”

You could feel Bucky’s eyes burning into you, but you remained steadfast, watching the scene unfold in front of you.

“Hi. John Walker.” The new Cap attempted to introduce himself. “Captain America.”

Although you were enraged beyond compare upon finding out that the government had chosen a new man to take your brother’s place, you almost wanted to laugh at how poorly he was handling the situation.

When neither of the two women in front of him said anything, he continued.

“Well , uh.” John said. “Let’s put down the pointy sticks and we can talk this through, huh?”

God, he was handling this poorly, wasn’t he? You would find it funny if he wasn’t so incredibly ignorant.

“Hey, John, take it easy.” Sam said looking between you and the two other women in the room. “You might want to fight Bucky before you tangle with the Dora Milaje.”

“The Dora Milaje don’t have jurisdiction here.” John insisted.

“The Dora Milaje have jurisdiction wherever the Dora Milaje find themselves to be.”

Rather than standing to the side and allowing the group of skilled warriors to take what- or rather who- they wanted and leave, Walker couldn’t help but instigate.

As soon as his hand landed on Ayo’s shoulder, you knew he would regret that decision.

Immediately the two women began fighting- one taking on John Walker and the other Lemar. You had known the women long enough to know that they could handle the situation themselves without breaking a sweat. Still standing in the doorway, you crossed your arms watching as one began choking Lemar with her spear, the other sticking her spear into Steve’s... John’s shield.

Quickly glancing over to the other men, you caught Bucky and Sam staring at you on the sidelines, whispering to one another. As soon as you caught their line of vision you glanced away, focusing once again on the fight taking place in front of you.

Right as Ayo held her spear above John, fear written all over his face, Bucky stepped in, pulling Ayo back. Recalling why you were there in the first place, you immediately uncrossed your arms, striding over to the other side of the room, able to feel the rage flowing through your veins.

Pulling your spear from the wall, you marched up to your husband pulling him away from Ayo.

“Y/n,” He eased. “Let’s talk about this.”

“Oh you want to talk about it?” You asked, shoving him backwards with the spear. “That’s funny, Buck.”

Dodging your blows, not wanting to fight you, Bucky continued backing up and reaching for the spear to keep the metal from meeting his skin.

“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you!” He exclaimed.

Pushing harder with the spear, you grunted, kicking him to subsequently shove him back against the counter.

You asked yourself if he really thought saying ‘sorry’ would work. You knew your husband wasn't dumb enough to believe that there would be no consequences for breaking Helmut Zemo out of prison- a man who not only caused the split of the Avengers, but also killed the king of Wakanda- a place full of people who had shown you and your husband nothing but kindness. They had given Bucky a new chance at life and had given you the opportunity to train among the most expert fighters you had ever met- the Dora Milaje. They had given both of you more than you could have asked for when your life went sideways eighty years ago. So when you had received the call that Bucky had broken Zemo out of prison you could barely believe it.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Buck!” You shouted.

Knocking him back one last time, you recalled what they had taught you back in Wakanda when Bucky had first received his new arm- a trick you had hoped never to have to use, but as you stood there fighting your husband, anger fueling you in a way you had felt only a few times before, you didn’t see another way.

Moving your hand in the exact pattern you had learned years ago along where his shoulder met his chest, you listened as the the metal clicked and watched as his vibranium arm fell to the ground beside him, Bucky looking up at you with his eyes wide.

You had to shove back the part of you that felt your heart break in your chest watching the look of betrayal in his eyes. Recalling why the two of you were in this position in the first place, you stood up straighter, clearing your throat.

“You are sleeping on the couch tonight, Mr. Barnes.”

Holding the spear straight beside you, you turned your attention to Ayo who opened the doors to the bathroom, only to find Zemo missing. Instructing the other warrior to drop Cap’s shield, the two women left, leaving you behind with the four remaining men in the room.

Shoving past your husband, you dropped your spear onto the ground, making your way over to Sam and smacked him across the back of his head.

“Shit!” He exclaimed. “What was that for? Don’t get me involved in your little lovers’ quarrel.”

“Lovers’ quarrel?” You asked him, laughing. “I’ve been Mrs. Barnes for eighty-two years, Sam. I’ve put up with a lot of shit, but don’t act like you two didn’t just break a criminal out of prison. A criminal who- need I remind you- tried to brainwash Bucky and killed King T’Chaka.”

“Don’t look at me.” Sam said, throwing his hands up in the air. “That was all Bucky.”

Immediately your eyes snapped back to your husband who was standing across the room, attaching his vibranium arm to his shoulder once again.

“Thanks, Sam.” Bucky grumbled.

Before any of the rest of you could say anything, the voice from the other side of the room caught your attention. Following the voice you saw John Walker huddled against the table, his friend reaching his hand out to him.

“They weren’t even super soldiers.” He mumbled, staring off into the distance.

Despite the fact that you still didn’t approve of the ‘new’ Captain America, you felt your heart tug in your chest as you watched the man break down over to the side. You felt sorry for him. You knew better than any other living person the weight the shield and legacy carried being both the adopted sister of Steve himself and the wife of his best friend.

Although you were pained watching a new man undermine your brother’s legacy, you couldn’t help but pity him.

Making your way over to John you reached out your hand to him. Looking up you could finally see the recognition in his eyes, realizing who you were. Immediately he took your hand, pulling himself to his feet.

“You’re-” He started.

“Don’t beat yourself up over this, Walker.” You said, before making your way over to the couch. “No one wins a fight against the Dora Milaje. I got my ass handed to me every day that I trained with them.”

Despite the fact that you were telling the truth- you lost to each one every time you fought- you enjoyed every second of it. It was a relief.

After discovering that your husband, Bucky, was still alive after decades apart, you couldn’t stand to let him out of your sight again. When Steve had brought Bucky to Wakanda with the hope of clearing his brain of the programming he had endured under Hydra, you followed him there. Despite the fact that your husband was in your arms once again, you couldn’t help the thoughts that took over your mind every day- everything that you all had lost, the memories of what you had endured and the worry that Bucky would never be the same again.

The pain of being knocked around by a member of the Dora Milaje’s spear was almost therapeutic.

Rather than replying, Lemar pat his friend on the back, nodding to the rest of you within the room before guiding his shaken friend out the door of the apartment.

“You’re being too friendly with him, Y/n.” Bucky said.

Snapping your head to the side you glared at your husband.

“What are you? Jealous?” You asked.

Rather than answer you, Bucky crossed his arms.

“I just think you’re being a little too nice to the guy that’s ruining Steve’s name-”

Before he could even finish his sentence, you pushed yourself off of the couch, striding over to your husband, shoving your finger into his chest.

“Don’t tell me how to feel, James.” You told him seriously. “He was my brother. I wouldn’t have chosen that guy to take on Steve’s name either, but don’t get mad at me. You’re the one who fucked up and lied about going on this mission with Sam. Do you know what it felt like to get a call from Ayo to find out that you not only lied to me, but you betrayed the people who have been nothing but kind to us?”

Staring at you, he could tell how not only angry you were, but also distraught. The both of you had gone through hell and back and Bucky was thankful every day that even after all these years he was able- by some miracle- to still find you eighty years after the two of you had supposedly died. He had suffered through so much and done so many things he could barely look at himself in the mirror for, but at the end of the day you continued to not only be there for him, but to love him anyway.

A part of him felt awful for not telling you- he hated lying to you and you had every right to know- but after your brother had left the two of yours’ lives, he didn’t want to put any further strain on you than you had already endured.

He knew once he freed Zemo that you would find out, but as you stood in front of him he almost wish he hadn’t so you wouldn't be feeling this type of way.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” Bucky said. “I didn't... after everything with Steve I didn’t want to get you involved. You deserved a break, doll.”

Relaxing your shoulders, you sighed, resting your hand on his bicep.

“And what about you, Buck?” You asked. “Don’t you deserve a break?”

“That’s different, Y/n.” He said. “I need this. You know I do.”

You knew he did. You had been there while his guilt kept him up at night, waking him up after only a few hours of what you could barely call rest. You knew that his past had been eating away at him, especially since Steve left, and that doing something wholly good might bring him some semblance of peace.

“I know.” You said, meeting his eyes. “So I’m going to help you. We’re in this together, Buck, okay?”

Despite the fact that he wanted to keep you as far away from danger as he could- something he could never manage considering you had been fighting alongside the Avengers since before he had even gained his memory back- he knew he couldn’t say no to you.

“Alright.” He agreed.

Gently squeezing his arm you gave him a soft smile.

“Glad to see you guys are good.” Sam quipped. “Incase you forgot Zemo’s now on the loose and the back of my head stings like hell.”

Smiling and turning to, Sam, you playfully swat his arm.

“Please.” You laughed. “Big, strong guy like you? You barely felt that.”

“Listen I’m not a super soldier like you two.” He said, pointing between you and Bucky. “Remind me not to mess with your kids some day. Last thing I need is getting knocked out by some kid with two super soldiers for parents.”

“We should go find Zemo.” Bucky said clearing his throat, changing the subject.

“Yeah.” You agreed. “He couldn’t have gotten too far. Let’s go.”

Not one to argue, Sam threw his hands up in the air, leading the way out of the door of Zemo’s apartment. As your foot was about to cross the door, however, you felt Bucky’s hand wrap around your arm, pulling you to the side.

“So do I still have to sleep on the couch tonight?” Bucky asked in a hushed voice.

“Oh honey,” You cooed, patting the side of his cheek before laughing. “You’re not getting out of this one that at easily.”

Watching from his spot on the steps as you picked up the pace to catch up with Sam, he crossed his arms smiling to himself. Steve was right when he said that he was going to be okay... as long as he was with you, how couldn’t he be?

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #Bucky Barnes drabble #bucky barnes blurb

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wannabe-fic-writer · 3 years

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Long Way From Home Part 2

Summary: You and Natasha are left with the realization of what your future holds.

Genre: Fluff

Request: Yes / No

Word Count: 2,408

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You weren’t entirely sure what to expect after Katya’s return home. Hope led you to believe that the situation would draw yourself and Natasha closer. But realism made you understand that if/when that ever happens, it wouldn’t be anytime soon.

Natasha was even more shocked than you were to find out that Katya was her daughter from the future. That shock went even deeper when she realized that Katya’s other parent was you.

Maybe it was that realization that pushed her to stay away from you. And you didn’t want to further push her away by being overbearing.

So for the first few days, you’d given her all the space she needed. You resolved to not speak to her unless she spoke first, you made sure she knew you were there whenever she was ready but didn’t become annoying about it.

But days turned to weeks and she hadn’t said or done anything. With the knowledge of what the future held in your head, coupled with the feelings you already had towards Natasha, you decided to take a different approach.

Switching some things around on your personal and work schedule, you made it so that the two of you spent more time together: working out and training, going on missions, having breakfast together whenever she was actually hungry. Hell you even volunteered to do public appearances with her and everyone knows how much you hate those.

It was all in an attempt to get the woman you cared so deeply for to at least speak to you.

Luckily, it worked. Whatever the case may have been, her noticing the effort you were putting into being there for her or her getting annoyed with how persistent you are, she started to strike up little conversations when you were together.

None of the topics ever held much weight but they seemed to make you both happier, helped lift that tension between you two.

In a few weeks you two grew closer, as you’d hoped, occasionally throwing the term friend around which definitely grabbed the attention of your teammates, especially those who knew exactly how you felt about the redhead.

While neither of you brought up Katya or what her presence meant, both of you thought about it a lot. With good reason.

Having learned what you did from Banner during the “Time Heist”, you know that it’s possible that in this particular timeline you and Natasha don’t get together, or maybe you do but you break up, or you just never get married, or don’t have kids, or you adopt so you never have Katya. You’d have to talk to Doctor Strange to know the true number of possibilities but your head was ready to explode whenever you thought about it so you were fine not knowing.

The one thing you hoped with all hope, was that you kept Natasha in your life. No matter what the future became you just wanted- you needed Natasha there.

Only problem is, after all that progress you’d made in your relationship with her, everything stopped. Conversations, hanging out, seeing each other around, going on missions together. All of it went away. And it wasn’t because of you.

With how much your new schedule allowed you to see Natasha, you wouldn’t have dared to change it. Which let you know that it was her schedule that changed. Better put, she changed her schedule.

You aren’t sure what you’d done. The last time you spent together, the two of you had watched some movie that she really wanted to see. Conversation flowed freely, laughs and smiles exchanged in between. You’d ended up falling asleep during the sequel of the movie and woke up to her in your arms, her head tucked under your chin.

The moment had left you feeling completely content so, with her soft breaths against your neck and your arms wrapped around each other, you fell back to sleep with ease. Only to wake up to her gone. And you hadn’t seen her around since.

After everything, after all of that, you refused to take steps back. You’d fight for her until she told you to stop.

“Um, anyone see Natasha?” You ask, stepping into the kitchen.

Today marks a week of not seeing the redhead around as she continues to dodge you. You had been looking all over her, your search interrupted by Steve calling you and Bucky into a meeting regarding your last mission with him. But now that it’s over you’re back to looking for her.

Sam, Bucky, and Wanda look up at you as you walk in. Your brunette friend raises her eyebrows at your question, tilting her head in silent curiosity.

Chuckling quietly, Sam asks,“ she still avoiding you?” His eyebrows wiggle slightly as he asks, amusement in his eyes.

You raise your eyebrow,“ I’m sorry Wilson I don’t understand what’s funny.” You tilt your head challengingly at him.“ Last I checked she’s still not giving you the time of day at all.”

Bucky and Wanda snort, struggling to hold in their laughs. Wanda bites her lip and turns away from Sam, having to sit her mug of tea down as she finally lets her laugh out. Which breaks Bucky’s resolve. Splutters of laughter leaving both of them as they face away from you and Sam.

He smacks his lips and waves you off,“ it ain’t even that funny.” He grumbles and looks down at his lunch.

“What’s not funny?”

Your eyebrows raise at the voice behind you, eyes slightly widening in hope as you spin around. Green eyes look into yours and Natasha’s pink lips press into a thin line before she turns on her heel and walks away.

Looking back at the trio, you point at the spot Natasha had been in with a disbelieving chuckle. Only to have Wanda shoo you away, gesturing for you to go after Natasha. Understanding what she means, you immediately take off after the ex-assassin.

Luckily for you she hadn’t gone far.

You turn the corner and see her marching down the hallway. She’s moving much faster than you’d like, not giving you time to truly appreciate the tight yoga pants and tank top that adorn her body.

Instead you focus on catching up with her, which doesn’t take much due to your enhanced genetics. Catching up to her just before she can get to her bedroom door, you reach out to grab her arm, gently pulling her back.

Only for her to twist her hand, grabbing your wrist and nearly slamming you into the wall, your arm twisted behind your back. You know if she wanted to she could make this hurt but she doesn’t. Most likely using it to intimidate you as she speaks.

“Stop following me Y/Ln.” She practically hisses through clenched teeth.

You turn your head to look at her over your shoulder.“ Usually I’d agree to that but not this time. I think I deserve some answers Tash.”

Using the little nickname causes her hold on you to loosen, her jaw unclenching.“ Don’t call me that.”

“Fine,” you huff, shoulders dropping as you turn your head slightly to hide your smirk.“ Just talk to me Natty.”

Her eyes roll and she drops your arm, stepping to the side and pushing her bedroom door open. Your eyes widen and you slip inside before the fingerprinted door closes and locks behind her.

She quickly spins around as you step in and the door closes. Irritation writes across her features even deeper than before.

“You can turn your ass right back around Y/Ln. I told you to stop following me.” Her arms cross over her chest.

Shaking your head you say,“ and I told you no.” A frown forms on your face as you look at her. Staring into those green eyes causes your feelings to swell.“ Don’t you see how this is hurting me? Being ignored by someone I care about without a single explanation as to why? And you can pretend that you don’t but it’s obviously affecting you too or you wouldn’t be so upset with me trying to talk to you.”

“Y/n just leave it alone. If I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to talk.” She tries to brush it off.“ We’ve gone without talking to each other before so just, go back to that.”

For a second you’re ready to walk away, catch her at a better time but you were done chasing her.“ No. I don’t want that and I don’t think you do either. Stop avoiding me and your feelings and just talk to me!” Your frustration pulls the words from your brain out of your mouth in an exasperated exclamation.

Natasha wastes no time returning the frustration.“ No okay!” She shouts, running her fingers through her hair.“ I don’t like feeling like this so I don’t want to talk about it!”

Eyebrows pinching together, you tilt your head in confusion.“ Feeling like what, Natasha?” A heavy sigh falls from your lips.“ You aren’t telling me something and it’s killing me.”

Silence falls between you, once again stirring up that frustration.

“What feeling?” You beg her to tell you, more thankful than ever for soundproof walls, otherwise the whole team would hear your yelling.

She glares at you as if you’d personally offended her, then shouts,“ like I’m falling in love with you!” Her hands rise and fall with her words. Resting at her sides in clenched fists as she keeps shouting.

You drop your hands, shoulders sagging as you feel your heart swell. It seems to start beating a mile a minute and your face softens.“ You’re falling in love with me?”

“Yes. No! I don’t know.” Her voice strains as if she’s choking up.“ I don’t know if this is real or not. Just because Katya exists in some future doesn’t mean that she exists in ours. It doesn’t mean that we’re supposed to be together.”

Those words, that simple expression of her feelings makes you realize that she’s been thinking about the exact same things you had been.

It’s not like what you’ve been feeling towards Natasha was forced. But you did worry if it was all just you subconsciously trying to make that future with Katya happen. Except you knew it wasn’t.

She: Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, ex-assassin/superhero, she’d had your heart long before Katya ever arrived. You fought it tooth and nail because the two of you weren’t on good terms but truth is, you’ve loved her since your first undercover mission almost 15 years ago.

The first time your best friend had pressed her lips against yours in a sweet kiss meant to distract and deter your targets, you knew you loved her. Maybe she didn’t feel what you did then but she’s feeling it now.

“I love you.” You tell her, watching as she stops ranting and looks at you with scared eyes. Giving her a soft smile, you take a cautious step closer, reaching forward to take her hand. You squeeze it, as if to let her know that this is real, that what you’re about to say is real.

“I’ve loved you for a long time now Natasha,” you take her other hand,“ Katya being here, the realization of who her parents are, that hasn’t forced my feelings for you. If anything it made me realize that I didn’t fight hard enough. I just let you go and I was so stupid for that. I should’ve tried harder to keep what we had, I should’ve said something about how I felt before.”

Green eyes bore into yours as you speak, a flood of emotions in them.“ Why say something now then? Why wait until you meet the little girl who we apparently parent? Just because it’s supposed to happen doesn’t mean it has to.” Her tone goes from genuinely curious to irritated in a matter of seconds.

But you don’t let that hinder you. Instead you smile softly at her, letting your honest feelings show in your eyes.“ Because I don’t think we’re supposed to be together. I think we’re meant to be together. Everything we’ve been through together, every laugh and argument, every insult and compliment, it’s all led us to this very moment.”

Fear overtakes her other emotions and it settles in her eyes.

“And yes it’s scary, terrifying even, but that makes it all the more beautiful. We can run from this. We can act like we don’t love each other, act like this isn’t what we want. But we both know that we,” you pull her hands up to press against your chest, knowing she can feel your heart pounding,“ this is home. It’s everything we need and more than we ever could’ve asked for.”

You see the battle in her eyes, you get a little scared that she’ll choose to run from it, so in a last attempt to fight for this you ask,“ don’t you think we’ve been away from home long enough?”

Like the clouds parting when a storm ends, you see Natasha’s eyes light up. They get bright as she stares at you and you finally finally see that gorgeous smile.

She pulls her hand from yours and before you can get dejected about it, she wraps it around the back of your neck and pulls you down.

When she speaks you feel the breath of her words against your lips,“ I’ve been looking for a true home for a long time.”

You understand exactly what she’s trying to convey, you hear the unspoken admission of feelings and you feel her opening the door for you to come in. So you do the same in return.

“I promise I’m not gonna hurt you Romanoff.”

In a split second her lips press against yours and it’s like you’re taken back in time. Those same feelings you’d had when she kissed you for the first time come back tenfold. Soft pink lips mold against yours as you place your free hand on her hip to pull her closer.

For a moment you wish you didn’t have to breathe as you wanted nothing more than to continue to kiss her. But your lungs start to protest at the lack of air so you both reluctantly pull away.

Natasha rests her head on your chest and you wrap your arms around her.

With her in your arms you can’t help but to think: It feels good to be home.

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#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha x reader #marvel fic

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New Opportunity (Javier Peña x f!Reader)

Summary: You and Javier fight over a new job opportunity as it threatens to take you away from him.

Warning: Angst, swearing, hints at smut (nothing descriptive), happy sad vibes, fem!reader (no y/n but use of pet names)

Word count: 2.6k

A/n: I will never give Javi a break, I refuse. Sorry baby but you’re too fun to hurt...

“Hey pretty girl,” Javi smirked as you walked into the office, “Is it my birthday?” He looked you up and down greedily.

“Didn’t know office wear was your thing,” You laughed ad shook your head at him, putting a lunch bag down on his desk before wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Never see you in dresses. I like it,” He pulled you in for a kiss, his hands immediately going up your skirt, “and I know what’s underneath,” He added, flicking the band of your stockings. You yelped as the elastic stung your thigh.

“Hey! Hands to yourself, pervert,” you slapped his hand out from under your skirt. Javi chuckled and kissed you again softly, his hands around your waist instead. You sighed into him, allowing the moment to roll on until you broke for air. “I have a job interview today actually,”

“That promotion you were on about?” He asked.

“Uh no, actually,” You took a deep breath knowing his reaction wouldn’t be the best, “A CIA position,” You bit your lip and watched him carefully. He frowned, creasing his eyebrow, searching your face for signs you were serious. You were.

“CIA?” He repeated, raising a brow, “You don’t mind moving back to Bogotá?”

“It- um the jobs not in Colombia,” You said, slowly removing your hands from around him, nervously wringing them together.

“Where is it?” He bristled, taking his hands off you.

“I can’t say,” You said quietly, “it’s classified,” Javi shook his head disapprovingly, and leant back on his desk, crossing his arms.

“Well, it’s only an interview, maybe you won’t get it,” he shrugged going straight into denial. You cringed again.

“It’s the final round,” you admitted. Javier looked away, your heart sunk, “Javi- “He moved away from your quickly, shutting you out faster than you could blink.

“I’m busy, you need to leave,” He said sternly, moving back behind his desk. You tried to protest again but he ignored you. You sighed, this was the reaction you had feared, the entire reason you had not told him yet.

“Sure,” You gulped down your anxiety, trying to remain unaffected. You had only come in to have lunch with him as being around him calmed you down, “I- uh I’ll take my lunch out then,”

“That would be a good idea,” Javier said sharply. You nodded, eyes filling with tears. You pulled out the lunch you had brought, placing his on the table which he gave no reaction too. You rolled your eyes and walked out, slamming the door for good measure.

“Hey sweetheart,” Steve smiled as you walked by. You did not stop to talk, blinking back tears as you left the building. He frowned but didn’t press you, “Do I want to ask what that was about?” He asked jovially as he entered the office. Javier scowled, ignoring him as he tucked his gun into his jeans, and didn't answer. “Guess not,”

The argument, or lack thereof, threw you off your game. You were nervous going into the interview and even worse answering their questions. You could only think of the look of betrayal on Javier’s face, the bitter tone of his voice and how quickly he’d shut you out. You bombed it.

Javier would usually be the one person you would go to in times like this, but he was out of the question. You didn’t want to talk to him either, if he didn’t understand why, you wanted this job so badly, he obviously didn’t understand you as well as you thought he did. You weren’t going to not go for a job you really wanted because he hated the CIA, it wasn’t his job, it wasn’t his life!

You went to a bar and tried to drink away your sorrows but everything tasted bad and just made you nauseous. Your friends, fed up with your moping, left you alone at the bar. You had had enough and decided to walk home, except you turned in the opposite direction and gave in to your sadness and took yourself to the one man that you really wanted.

You stood in the hallway of his apartment block for a few minutes, deciding whether to knock. You had known Javier for a long time before you ever got together and knew that when you got in a fight, he had turned in on himself and ended up at a brothel or drunk himself into a gutter. That was before you’d gotten together, now you had no idea what he would have done. You prayed he hadn’t given up on you entirely and gone to see some of his old ‘friends’. You could hear the television inside his apartment. He was home at least.

You knocked on the door and waited. The television turned off and a few moments later it opened. Just a crack, enough for him to stick his head out but nothing more. He wasn’t happy to see you.

“Hi,” You said sheepishly.

“Hi,” He said, straight toned. He wasn't angry or upset but he wasn’t happy either.

“Can I come in?” You asked.

“I don’t know,” He continued to stare at you, coldness in his eyes you only ever saw him use with criminals.

“I want to talk to you, please,” you added.

“What’s there to talk about? You already made the decision,” He snarled, shutting the door. You stuck your foot in the gap and barged in, your patience wearing thin.

He paced around the living room, seething in anger. You followed him, standing above him on the step.

“For fucks sake Javi! What is the matter with you?” You exclaimed.

“What’s the matter with me? What do you think the matter is? You betrayed me!” He yelled.

“Betrayed you?” You scoffed, “It’s just a job Javi, not some personal attack,”

“It’s not just a job though is it? It’s the fucking CIA and you’re leaving and you never told me. I didn’t even know you were looking for a new job!””

“I was going to tell you when there was something definite,”

“So, you were just going to take it without discussing it with me?”

“I- I Uh,” You stuttered. He had you there. You had rationalised your decision to keep the interviews a secret as a way to protect your relationship but you didn’t think about the consequences, that if you got it you would be springing a finalised move like that on him with no warning. You had got so excited about the prospect that you’d forgotten about him. Javier realised this too and scoffed, disgusted.

“You were the one who insisted we become a couple,” He pointed at you. You shook your head bitterly glaring at him.

“You came to me!” You exclaimed, “You were the one who crossed that line first,”

“Six months together, years of friendship and you were just going to fuck off somewhere classified at the earliest convenience without thinking to consult me?” He asked, a dry laugh biting at the lunacy of your situation.

“Because you would never do the same, huh?” You snapped, “You told Lorraine you wanted to come down here and waited for her opinion, right?”

“That was different,” He snarled.

“How? Because this time it doesn’t benefit you?”

“Get out,” He said coldly.

“This is a great opportunity, Javi,” You changed your tone trying to reason with him, “You know this was never what I wanted, I did what I had to but I-,”

“So, you never wanted me either? You were just doing what you had to?”

“That was not what I meant!”

“But you’re not denying it!”

“You’re being irrational,”

“Me? Irrational?” He shouted, “You’d rather join those twisted assholes, than stay here?”

“Your personal opinion of-,”

“It’s not opinion! They parade the death and destruction down here like it’s a fucking job well done. They deal with the same people we fight because its advantageous at the time. They are disgusting hungry fascists!”

“Like the DEA is any better,” you rolled your eyes at him.

“No, you’re right, they’re fucking not. All of its a joke, but you know what? There are some good people here trying to make things work without bulldozing entire communities for it,”

“Don’t pretend like you’re a good person. Neither of us are,” you spat, “What difference does it make what three fucking letters I wear? Either way I am still the same person doing the same shit protecting innocent people from people like Escobar or fucking Cali or whoever else wants to try and take over,” You yelled at him. Javier curled his lip and turned away, no long willing to even marry your argument with a retort, “What? Did you really think I was going to stay here forever? Even if I stayed with the DEA, they would move me on eventually!”

“I know!” He shouted, his anger falling in on itself as he knew you were right. “I know,” He repeated much quieter. He was being ridiculous. He pulled his hands over his face and huffed before bringing them back to his hips, defensive but not attacking you anymore.

“I care about you, I do,” You said softer now, “And I apologise for not saying something sooner I just didn’t want to get my own hopes up, talking to you would have made it real. I didn’t want to think about what that meant for us and I should have thought about it,” You sighed, “This is a big deal for me Javi I just wanted your support. But I blew it anyway so I guess you don’t need to worry,” You sat down on the couch heavily, looking up at the ceiling.

Your admission broke his anger and he loosened up immediately.

“What?” He asked, there was no anger in his voice anymore. He spoke softly, concerned and confused, “How?”

“I was flustered going in there. You shutting down like that earlier really freaked me out,” you admitted, still not looking at him.

Javier frowned. He didn’t want you to go but he didn’t want you to fail at it, especially if he was the reason. He dropped his scowl and stepped closer to you again, a softer sympathetic look on his face.

“S ’fine. Argument over right,” you waved a hand at him in defeat, “I am stuck here until the end of my contract. But at least I’ve got you,” you forced a small smile to your lips, trying to convince yourself that missing out on the opportunity was actually okay. He sighed and sat down next to you.

“They’d only be proving me right by not hiring you. Idiots. The lot of them,” He pulled you into a hug, kissing your hair, “And I’m sorry for being a jerk,”

“I forgive you,” you whispered. You stayed in his arms for a while, the two of you calming down together. As the anger slipped away, Javi relaxed into the couch. You curled your legs up, leaning into his chest. You shut your eyes, listening to his slowing heartbeat and grounding yourself in the rhythm.

“I’ll talk to Stretchner,” Javier finally spoke, breaking the silence.

“What?” You sat up and frowned at him.

“I’ll talk to Stretchner. I’ll get you a do over,” he said again.

“Javi, I don’t want any handouts from you. If I failed, I failed,” you protested.

“It’s not a handout. I’m not getting the job for you but I’ll make it fair. I fucked up the interview for you I should fix it,” He said, brushing his fingers through your hair, “If this is what you really want, and if it's what will make you happy, then that's all I want for you,”

“But I’ll have to move,” your bottom lip wobbled, eyes filling back up with tears again.

“I know,” he said softly, running his hand down your jaw to cup your cheek.

“And we won’t be able to be together,”

“I know,” His voice barely audible as he too tried not to cry.

“Javi,” You whimpered. He stopped your protests with a kiss. Desperate and sad he clung to you, hand tight on your arm holding you in place so you couldn’t move, so you couldn’t leave him.

“All I want is for you to be happy,” He whispered, resting his forehead on yours. His eyes were closed so you couldn’t see the tears in the corners of his eyes, “You’re wasted here, but you can do good with those assholes. Maybe make them less awful,”

“I am only one person,” you chuckled quietly.

“But the best one I know,” He smiled, “the only one that I want in my bed and at my side in a gunfight,” You sighed, closing the gap between you again and kissing him softly, “There's no one like you,” He said seriously, “If anyone is going to make a difference it’s going to be you. I mean it,”

You didn’t know what to say, tears falling freely down your cheeks. Javier brushed them away with his thumb.

“Come here,” He grumbled, pulling you into his lap, “Let me make it up to you,”

His apology felt horribly like a goodbye. Every kiss he gave you felt like he was trying to make it memorable, make sure your last was as good as the first. You fell into him, giving every single inch of you to him hoping if you gave enough, he would have a piece of you permanently. He took it all, drawing your souls together in what could only be described as an act of love.

Love. That one word would be left unspoken for the rest of time but you didn’t need to say it, you both knew it and there was no use uttering it now. This was the epilogue to your relationship, there was no use starting that new chapter. That would have to be left for a new book entirely. Someone else's book.

Your heart shattered into a million pieces, but you didn’t let him see it. You didn’t cry until you got into the shower the next morning, purposefully locking the door so he couldn’t get in to join you. You cried, covering your mouth as you sobbed so he couldn’t hear you. But he knew. He felt it too, the way you clung to him was different, the way you’d looked at him. It nearly broke him but he didn’t want to upset you anymore. He sat in bed hand on the sheet where you’d lay trying desperately to commit the feeling of your warmth to memory. Then, he did his one last good deed to you and called Stretchner to set up a redo meeting. He would do anything for you, even if it meant having that weasel have a hand up on him.

He left before you got out of the shower, leaving a cup of coffee and a meeting time on a post with a promise of dinner to congratulate you on the kitchen counter.

You tried to get on with your day as normal. You did all your usual tasks, even ones you’d been putting off for weeks, as you tried to distract yourself from the meeting with Stretchner. It wasn’t until the end of the day, you had to keep yourself busy or you’d cry again.

You let out a sigh of relief as you exited the room. You’d done it. You didn’t even need the do-over. They wanted you. The confirmation should have scared you, you thought you’d be more upset but you were happy. Things were about to change dramatically but it was for the better, you hoped.

The building was empty now, Friday’s everyone left early anyway but even the usual hard workers had left. You grabbed your jacket and gun from your desk, ready to head out and work out how you were going to tell Javier the good news.

“L/n,” Javier called as you walked down the hallway. You stopped walking and turned back to him. He had his jacket in hand, standing in the doorway of his office. He'd waited for you. “So?”

“Turns out I didn’t need your do over,” you said, a proud smile pulled at your lips as you couldn’t wait to tell him.

“Seriously?” Javier could help but copy your smile. You nodded earnestly moving towards him.

“Offered me the job right then and there,” You grinned.

“I’m so proud of you,” He smiled but he didn’t move to kiss you like you expected. He stopped still, moving away from you if anything.

“What?” You searched his face for any sign of an issue.

“Well, if you’re taking the job that means-,” He said sadly, looking at his hands.

“I have to stay here for at least a month,” you were quick to interrupt him, “Get things wrapped up and liaise with the new kid taking my job,” Javi rolled his eyes at that, making you laugh. He was going to hate your replacement. “Got a lot of paperwork and a lot of meetings to go through,”

“A month?” He asked, turning his gaze back up to you.

“A whole month,” You smiled softly.

“A whole lifetime to fit into a month,” he mused. That should have broken your heart but the sly smirk picking at his lips changed your heart. You smiled, looking left and right. The corridor was quiet. Nobody was around. Everyone had gone home.

“Want to start on the desk?” You smirked, pushing him back through the office door.

“You read my mind, baby,” He grinned.

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He sits near the back of the room and only when he’s already leaned back, sucking in fresh air, Steve realizes that he has a prime view of the beaming couple. It makes him ache somewhere deep in his chest, hidden behind layer after layer of years spent as roommates and then close friends, behind touches and glances that went nowhere. ‘I loved him first’ echoes through his head.

Max plops down in the seat next to him, out of breath from dancing. The two grooms are still on the dance floor, surrounded by friends.

Steve’s feet hurt, his eyelids feel heavy with exhaustion and something bittersweet he has tried to shove down so many times over the years it’s become a familiar companion wells up in his throat.

“How’d the divorce go?” she asks him.

He throws her a wry grin. “Pretty amicable. I’m picking Emily from her mom up tomorrow.” You do stupid shit when you’re desperate to forget about that longing for someone you can’t have, he’s come to realize.

Like fall into bed with a work friend to take his mind off of Billy moving in with his boyfriend. Like having a shotgun wedding when he accidentally knocked up said girl. Just to realize while he was ready to be a dad, neither of them was made for each other.

“It’s crazy to think you of all people are the first one with a kid, married AND divorced. Do you regret it?” He hasn’t seen Lucas around, but he’s heard from Dustin about their most recent breakup followed by another reconciliation. He wonders what kind of advice she wants to hear and finds himself at a loss.

“It seemed like the right choice at the time,” he settles on. She sighs, clearly not satisfied. He tries not to let it get to him.

“You can tell me to back off if I’m completely out of line here, especially now. But I always thought there was something going to happen between you two.” Her voice is hushed, like even speaking about it now is both the last thing she wants to do.

Except it’s the most important secret she could unearth from between Steve’s ribs. He swallows.

With his eyes fixed on Billy’s blinding smile he says “You don’t have to have your feelings returned to be in love.” It’s a little uncomfortable to say a thought out loud he’s held in his head for such a long time. He’s turned it over and over like a heavy, smooth glass marble, trying to make sense of it. Just holding it to the light kind of makes him want to cry, if he’s being honest.

Instead, he turns on the smile. Ruffles through her hair to make her grumble in protest, hoping to distract her.

“That’s not the impression I got,” she says quietly. Rolls the statement over, makes it collide with that glass marble and lays it at his feet to pick up. He desperately wants to, even though he knows, right then and there, that it’ll be even heavier.

#harringrove #harringrove txt #unrequited feelings #UNLESS....

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what-a-flammable-heart · 3 years

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The Only Heaven I’ll Be Sent To Is When I’m Alone With You*—Updates Sundays

(TOM HIDDLESTON X READER) Father Thomas Hiddleston is a good priest, satisfied with the life he'd chosen more than ten years ago. His faith wavers but there's little else in his life to keep him from God's work. Until his childhood sweetheart walks back into his church after more than ten years of staying away. You're engaged to be married, unaware that Tom is now a priest at the church you intend to be married in. When you realize, it's a struggle to keep all of your long held feelings for him at bay. Will you go through with your plans to marry your fiancé, or will you give in to the longing you've felt for Tom all these years? And in doing so, will you pull Tom down into sin with you? Chapters: (Ch. 1) (Ch. 2) ) (Ch. 3) (Ch. 4) Playlist & Moodboard

Drunk & In Love*—One Shot

(TOM HIDDLESTON X READER) Your friends convince you to stay for one drink after work, and when you see actor Tom Hiddleston looking uncomfortable with another woman, you think saving him will be the perfect exit strategy. Instead, you end up helping him escape a blind date.

B R E A T H E—One Shot

(TOM HIDDLESTON X READER)

Tom hates the dentist, so when he breaks a tooth and needs to visit the oral surgeon, it's terrifying. But as his nurse, you attend to him surprisingly gently.

LOKI

Careful Creatures

(LOKI X MATT MURDOCK) A confused Loki seeks out his friend Matt for some comfortable silence. He gets slightly more than he bargained for.

Technicolor Dreams

(LOKI X READER) The reader invades Loki's dreams literally and figuratively.

Cities to Ash*—One Shot

(LOKI X PREGNANT READER)

You’re in the last few months of your pregnancy, and doubt fills your mind—how could Loki want someone so big, who’s constantly worn out just from living? Canceled dinner plans spur a conversation about these feelings, where Loki makes it clear that nothing could ever make him stop wanting you.

Your Heart Is Like Glass*—Coming Soon

(LOKI X READER) You are a whore, bound to the Shining Pearl since the time of your birth. But a year ago a strangely handsome man with money to spare started seeking your attentions. You cannot seem to shake your affections for him, though you know his presence is always temporary. It's temporary because he’s a prince, and when he marries he’ll no longer be able to dabble with his favorite whore. But his favorite whore has become more than that to him, and Loki desperately seeks a solution to both of your supposed prisons. Chapters: Playlist & Moodboard

ADAM (OLLA)

What You Could Have Meant To Me*—Coming Soon

(ADAM X READER) 500 years and life has not lost its light, though it dims from time to time. Vampires as a touchy breed and you avoid them for the most part, save for your old friend Adam. You meet from time to time in foreign cities, but when an exhibit at the Met reveals old letters written but never sent, you’re both drawn together again. You’ve kept your feelings for him secret for a long time. Will he be able to draw them out, or will you spend the rest of your lives never knowing the truth? Chapters: Playlist & Moodboard

Your House, My House*—In Progress Series

(ADAM X READER) It’s been six months since you and your boyfriend Adam broke up, but you’ve moved into his house after your roommates decided to move home. It’s an awkward situation, at least that's what everyone on the outside sees. But despite being broken up, Adam is still your best friend and the one person who knows you well enough to push you when you need it most. Can you two cohabitate as friends, or will the pressure of being so close change things forever?

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I’ll Love You In Every Life We Live*—In Progress

(CAIUS MARTIUS CORIOLANUS, ADAM, PRINCE HAL/KING HENRY V, WILLIAM BUXTON, JAMES NICHOLLS, JAMES CONRAD, JONATHAN PINE & LOKI X READER) Soulmates who meet in every life they live, they know without really knowing, that they belong together. Whether in the heat of battle or kneeling before the king; separated by time and death and other people, they always find one another. Love is the one thing they know for certain, even if they cannot be together, even if they are only together for the briefest moment. There will always be another life in which they will meet. Chapters: (Ch. 1) Playlist & Moodboard

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‘Cause In The Dark There Are No Strangers*—In Progress

(BILLY HARGROVE X STEVE HARRINGTON) Steve and Billy like to fight—they hate each other, except they don't, not really. A chance encounter one rainy night could change everything, but that doesn't mean they're not still the same people. Love can lift you up, but it can also tear you apart. Chapters: (Ch. 1) (Ch. 2) (Ch. 3) (Ch. 4) (Ch. 5) (Ch. 6) Playlist & Moodboard

There’s Something Inside You; It’s Hard To Explain*—In Progress

(BILLY HARGROVE X READER) Billy is a broken boy, all sharp edges and bloody knuckles. You are a quiet girl, too soft for your own good. You hate each other. (They don't hate each other.) He's so soft for her, has been since high school and after a slightly drunken night reveals some secrets neither one of them ever thought would see the light of day, they have to deal with what comes next. Chapters: (Ch. 1) (Ch. 2) Playlist & Moodboard

STEVE ROGERS

& At Once I Knew, I Was Not Magnificent*—Coming Soon

(STEVE ROGERS X JAMES BUCHANAN (BUCKY) BARNES) Gurnsey is a German occupied British isle, one that hides a dark secret. After crashing his plane and losing his copilot, James Barnes is captured and forced into labor; the same can be said for Steve Rogers, a lost British naval lieutenant. They find themselves in dire straights, the only thing holding them together—each other. Can they survive, escape even? Or will they die at the hands of their enemies? Chapters: Playlist & Moodboard

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wizardofrozz · 3 years

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Welcome to Westview!

Warnings: swearing

A/N: Friendly reminder that I appreciate you all 😘

Chapter 12

Bucky POV

I walked into the office with Loki and Steve, forcing myself to keep my eyes off of Steve; the light gray pinstripe suit he was wearing hugged his frame in a way that sent blood rushing below my belt. I cleared my throat and nervously straightening the jacket of my maroon suit for the hundredth time.

“Relax, bear,” Steve whispered, pulling me onto the elevator. “You’ll be fine.”

“It’s a fairly easy job. You have nothing to worry about,” Loki reassured me, knocking his shoulder into me. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, almost jumping out of my skin when the elevator doors opened; Steve and Loki pulled me down the hall and into an office space halfway down.

“Ah, Mr. Barnes.” Mr. Heart strolled across the office, reaching a hand towards me; I gripped his hand, shaking it briefly, trying to smile at my new boss. “Firm handshake you got there, boy.”

“The Army taught me well, sir,” I joked. I glanced over my shoulder, finding Steve facing me from a desk to my left and Loki sitting at the desk behind him.

“Wonderful,” he replied. “Your desk will be right next to Mr. Rogers.” Mr. Heart pointed to the empty desk behind Norm; I nodded and smiled, hurrying towards my desk.

“Hey there, neighbor,” Steve greeted, winking at me.

“Hey!” Loki whispered to Steve. “No flirting on the job.” Loki dropped back in his chair, laughing into his hand, and Steve dipped his head when a bright blush crept up his neck.

“Well damn, now I can’t make (Y/N) jealous,” I quipped, winking at Loki. He froze, his mouth falling open as his gaze fell on me, but he quickly recovered; a mischievous smile tugged at his lips, his gaze becoming more heated. I swallowed loudly, suddenly feeling like my joke sounded more like a proposition; I lowered myself into my chair, dropping my eyes to the floor.

“Oh, I don’t think she would mind all that much; it never bothered her before.” Loki’s gaze felt heavy, and I didn’t dare glance up to meet it, scared of what I might find. “Want to find out, Barnes?”

“Okay!” Steve cut in. “Now it’s too real.” A laugh burst from Loki’s lips, and I could hear the movement of his chair; I chanced a look over to see Loki’s head thrown back as he shook with laughter, clutching at his stomach.

“Oh, you’re an asshole,” I barked, pressing my lips together to stop myself from laughing. Steve twisted in his chair, shaking his head, waiting for Loki to calm down; breathing out the last few laughs, Loki sighed, looking up to meet Steve’s eyes.

“You’re too good at that,” Steve confirmed.

“What, flirting or making your man squirm?” Loki retorted. Loki flicked his gaze to me, shooting me an exaggerated wink but quickly turned back to Steve’s blazing blue orbs.

“Both,” Steve grumbled.

“Hey! He does not make me squirm,” I whispered harshly. Loki sat taller in his chair and started sifting through papers and logging data.

“Yes, I do, Barnes,” Loki replied immediately, not bothering to look up from his work.

“Okay fine, but only because you’re married to my best friend!” I narrowed my eyes at Loki, but he just smiled down at his work, biting back a laugh.

“I don’t think he’d go through with it if you took him up on it, Buck,” Steve added, smirking at me.

“Want to find out?” Loki asked, his eyes still moving over the paper in his hand. “You can join too, Steve.” Steve bit his bottom lip, trying to hide a smile; I stared him down, not bothering to hide the confusion on my face anymore.

“Okay, okay. Enough torturing Bucky,” Steve laughed, glancing up at me. I shifted my gaze between them, but neither acknowledged my presence, leaving me to try and focus on the pile of work I had to do.

***

“Afternoon, my friends,” Vision called, strolling into the office.

“What’s up, Vis,” I greeted, smiling.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming in today.” Loki leaned back in his chair, running his fingers through his inky curls, yawning.

“Half day,” Vision answered with a shrug. “Oh, the ladies wanted me to invite everyone to dinner tonight. Natasha will call Clint at work, and Wanda wants one of us to call Thor.”

“I’ll call him,” Loki sighed, resting his phone between his cheek and shoulder as he dialed.

“Buck and I will be there.” Steve smiled at me, sending my heart soaring before turning his gaze to Vision. I could hear the faint hum of Loki’s voice, but I was too enamored with Steve to comprehend what he was saying into the phone.

“Thor will be there,” Loki spoke up again.

“Wonderful.” Vision smiled, dropping into his seat to start sifting through his pile of papers and data. I took a deep breath, forcing the heat under my skin down, and went back to work, plugging in numbers, shaking out the stiffness in my left arm.

“Bucky, Loki. You guys up to grab lunch?” Steve offered a little while later.

“Sure,” I sighed, stretching my back out.

“I’m famished,” Loki agrees.

“Sorry, Vis, you just got here,” Steve apologized, his mouth pulling down in a slight frown.

“It’s okay.” Vision leaned closer to Steve, lowering his voice. “I don’t eat,” Vision whispered.

“I almost forgot,” Steve chuckled.

“Let’s go, boys,” I huffed, pushing myself out of my chair, my back popping and creaking. I faintly heard Norm grab Vision’s attention, calling him over to his desk in front of me. Loki and Steve straightened up their work quickly while I waited in the aisle between the desks; the three of us started for the door but stopped in our tracks when an odd static settled in the air.

S.W.O.R.D. Top secret communiqué. Authenticate. Something shifted in my mind, a flicker of recognition when Norm said S.W.O.R.D.; I glanced at Steve, and he looked confused, like he felt something too.

Dr. Darcy Lewis’ findings regarding Maximoff’s Anomaly. This time the entire room joined in, echoing the sentence, sending a chill down my spine.

High levels of radiation present at perimeter. Effect on Westview residents unknown. I froze, goosebumps erupting across my skin as the eerie synchronous speech continued.

Please advise. As quickly as it started, the room quieted, then the buzz of life picked up again as everyone went back talking amongst themselves or typing on their computers. Loki pulled on my arm, yanking me towards the elevator, so I didn’t stand there and gape at the office anymore. The elevator doors were barely closed, and the tension and fear were almost suffocating; I turned on the other two occupying the space of the metal box with me.

“What in the FUCK was that?” I could barely contain the tremors that made my hands shake at my sides; I shook out the irritating stiffness in my left arm again.

“I-I…” Loki trailed off, his mouth opening and closing.

“What the hell is SWORD?” Steve mumbled. I met his cerulean eyes, shivering at his fear-blown pupils; I reach over, lacing a shaky hand with his, squeezing it gently.

“I can’t place it,” Loki whispered, staring at his shoes, his shoulders taut.

“Vision looked just as worried,” Steve croaked. The rest of our lunch break was reasonably quiet, each of us folding in on ourselves, hoping to forget what happened. Well, that’s what I was doing, at least.

***

I shoved my hands in my pockets, shifting my weight as I waited for Steve to finish in the bathroom before walking over to Wanda and Vision’s for dinner. I heard the soft click of the bathroom door opening before I heard Steve’s footsteps; he jogged down the steps, smiling warmly at me. As Steve moved closer, a sudden, almost crippling longing burned in my chest, leaving a foul taste on my tongue.

“Let’s go,” Steve hummed. Keeping my hands in my pockets, I leaned over, balancing on one foot to capture his lips in an open mouth kiss, sliding my tongue between his slightly parted lips. “Mm, what was that for?”

“I just love you,” I rasped, planting my feet on the ground again.

“Love you too, bear,” Steve whispered, pressing one more chaste kiss to my lips. I followed Steve out of the house, pulling the door shut behind me with a bang, involuntarily flinching at the sound. I fell in step with Steve, taking my hands out of my pockets to let my arms swing freely; the almost constant stiffness in my left arm was getting annoying. “You okay, Buck?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah” -I threw an arm over Steve’s shoulders, pulling him closer- “I’m good, Stevie.” I turned my head, pressing a gentle kiss to the stubble on his jaw.

“You’re offly lovey today,” Steve chuckled, smirking. Yeah, because I have this gut-wrenching feeling that something is off. That something is terrible is going to happen. I couldn’t say that to Steve, it would only worry him, so instead, I smiled lovingly at him and shrugged, kissing his cheek again.

“Ew!” Clint yelled. Steve and I scowled at him, only causing him to laugh loudly, throwing his head back; I rolled my eyes but didn’t fight the smile spreading across my face. As Clint and Nat got closer, I had to fight back a laugh; Clint wore a plum turtleneck tucked into his jeans under his usual leather jacket.

“Nice turtleneck,” I snarked, smirking at him.

“Piss off, Barnes!” Clint snapped, glaring at me.

“Stop! He looks nice,” Nat warned, running a hand down Clint’s chest, smiling up at her husband.

“That explains it,” Steve chuckled.

“Hey, I let her dress me, and she sleeps with me,” Clint replied, shrugging.

“Clint!” Nat scolded, smacking his chest.

“Can’t argue with that logic,” Steve laughed. I rolled my eyes, steering Steve towards Wanda and Vision’s porch, following Nat and Clint.

“Knock knock bitches!” Clint yelled, pushing the door open.

“Clint! Children!” Wanda scolded from the kitchen.

“Oh!” Clint flinched, rubbing the back of his neck, making his way towards the window between the living room and the kitchen. “I’m sorry, Wanda.”

“It’s okay, just” -Wanda threw a towel at Clint playfully- “pay attention,” she laughed.

“Bucky,” (Y/N) called, grabbing my attention. I released Steve, who wandered closer to Thor and Loki; I stepped around Loki, patting him on the back, and he blindly smacking my shoulder as I made it to (Y/N).

“Hey, doll,” I greeted, pulling her to my chest; my heart fluttered momentarily.

“I’m so sorry Loki harassed you today,” she laughed, jabbing an elbow into her husband’s ribs.

“Offer still stands,” Loki purred, winking at me over his shoulder.

“Loki!” (Y/N) scolded, but he just laughed, looking back at his brother and Steve.

“It’s fine,” I laughed. “It caught me off guard, is all.”

“He’s a terror,” (Y/N) giggled, rolling her eyes lovingly.

“I didn’t think he was bisexual, too,” I whispered to her.

“It’s a little more complicated than that,” (Y/N) revealed. “I’ll explain it another day when he’s not listening in.” (Y/N) bumped her hip against Loki’s, and I caught the slight smirk on his face when he glanced over at her. I chuckled as I watched them flirt through touch for a few minutes until the familiar uneasy feeling washed over me.

“Can I talk to you alone for a minute?” I gently wrapped my hand around her arm, trying to keep a neutral look on my face, but I already knew my eyes were giving me away.

“Uh, of course,” (Y/N) stuttered. I pulled her away from Loki, Thor, and Steve; my fingers twitched around her arm, drawing her attention to my face again. “Bucky, you’re scaring me.” I steered (Y/N) towards the now empty kitchen, subtly making sure no one followed us.

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yellowmagicalgirl · 3 years

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either pick an au you rarely talk about but still like, or perhaps your recent 'and they were cagemates' au?

Well, the cagemates au is currently being written and published so I'm not gonna spoil it. (I mean, if you want a sense of how things are going to go beyond what I've written then check out the links in the first chapter, but otherwise I'm gonna keep things fairly locked down, and there's things that will happen that have never made it onto the internet.) So instead, I'll talk about my fake marriage au.

CW: Krel is depressed, and this is relevant to the 5th headcanon

Krel and General Morando get to Earth sooner than Morando does in canon. Specifically, they get there during the Battle of the Bands. They don't interfere, but Krel does see Ash Dispersal Pattern play and he enjoys their music. His crush on Douxie does not start here, though, just his admiration for the man who would eventually become his husband.

Krel fights his sister multiple times, though nearly all the time he's actually building a technological monster of the week for her and her allies to face.

Douxie and Krel's cover story for the vast majority of New Yorkers was that they got engaged a while before Douxie had to move to NYC and then married when Krel got there. (This is not a cover story that will work for Arcadians.)

After moving in with Douxie, Krel works at an electronics store. No, he does not work at a New York branch of sHex Tech; he's uncomfortable using his Gaylen-inherited powers and they're not quite magic. Instead, he works at something like a Radioshack. The tech is simplistic, and there's way too many rude customers, but he likes working with technology and the lack of the expectations that both his parents and General Morando put on him. Mostly, though, he likes being able to make Douxie's life easier.

Krel ends up telling Steve and Toby that they can't kill him in a way that matters, and neither could Aja. Steve and Toby assume that Krel is boasting and being cocky (especially since all the times they fought him he seemed to be nothing but cocky, and this was half true and half Krel's defense mechanism), though they do agree that it would hurt Aja to have to kill Krel, since they know just how much she's aching with grief. However, Krel isn't boasting at all: he can't die in conventional ways thanks to Gaylen's core, and since he hasn't really thought about Seklos's cannon nor how to construct it, he assumes that it's impossible to kill him. However, his will to live is pretty heavily tied up with Douxie being alive (and, yes, Krel knows this, and he knows it isn't healthy, but it's healthier than he was when he first merged w/Gaylen's core, plus it's hard to get a therapist for being a depressed alien-prince-turned-deific-abomination in exile), and thus the only way to kill Krel in a way that matters is to kill Douxie, and he knows that Aja, Steve, and Toby wouldn't kill Douxie just to get to Krel. Aja's too much of a good person and Steve and Toby are Douxie's friends.

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons about it

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speechlessxx · 4 years

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Bring Him Light - iv (King!Steve Rogers x Reader)

Chapter Summary: The wedding and the consummation.

Warnings: poorly written SMUT (18+. Minors DNI), loss of virginity, mentions of character death, I forget to put this but there is an AGE GAP between Steve and the reader (the ages aren’t explicitly noted, Oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, breeding (but it’s not a kink?), Steve’s not an asshole (omg wow)

Word Count: 4k (got carried away)

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I hope you guys enjoy!

<- Last Part -=+=- Next Part ->

Two days went by quickly. It was a blur. In a blink of an eye, you weren’t standing in front of Steven in the halls of the castle, but was dawning on your wedding gown for the final time as your ladies and your mother fawned around you, trying to get you ready.

Wanda fluffed out the skirt and then fiddled with your hair, opting for a regal updo. Your mother smiled at you through the mirror as she smoothed out your shoulder. Natasha added the vail as soon as Wanda was finished.

“Don’t cry, mother,” you muttered when you noticed her teary eyes. She gave you a tight lipped smile as she laughed a bit and dabbed her eyes.

“Two weeks ago, you tried to run away because you didn’t want this day to come. Now, you’re standing before me in a wedding dress as the beautiful, blushing bride. I wonder what’s changed.” Your mother said. You detected a hint of sorrow in her voice. You deducted that it was her coming to realize that you were no longer her baby girl. You were to become a woman that night and crowned a queen soon enough.

“I’m still a virgin mother,” you lightly joked in an attempt to brighten her mood. It worked. She rolled her eyes and laughed. Natasha and Wanda giggled as they did the finishing touches.

You were trembling as you stood at the top of the staircase. You heard murmurs of excitement in the floor beneath you. Everyone eager to see the merge of House York and House Rogers. You stared at the bouquet in your shaking hands. White roses accented with tiny forget-me-nots. Wanda told you that King Steven handpicked them in the gardens.

You glanced back at Natasha who gave you an encouraging nod as the organ began to play. The crowd quickly fell into silence as you slowly descended from the top of the staircase. Each step was a weight being lifted from you. It became easier and easier – almost to the point where you felt as if you were floating as light as air.

Your father met you at the bottom of the staircase. He smiled at you as you revealed yourself to him for the very first time. He wasn’t teary-eyed like your mother. Perhaps it was because as a king – as a man – he refused to show any weakness.

“You look beautiful,” he muttered to you as he presented you his arm and you took it.

You weren’t sure where to look as you rounded the corner and made it to the open throne room doors. You felt all the stares on you at once. It made you want to shrink into yourself – disappear if you could. So, instead, you kept your own stare straight and you were glad you did.

At the end of the aisle stood King Steven. His hair had been cut and his beard was gone. He looked like his portraits. But there was something different. Perhaps it was the faint smile on his lips that quivered at the sight of you. Wait… No… it was the eyes. Portraits made his blue eyes, dark, cold, unnerving.

But in this light, the man standing, waiting for you to be at his side, had different eyes. Tearful yet joyful. Excited. He stared at you with adoration. The sunset that poured in through the massive windows made him a sight to behold.

Your father gave you a kiss on the forehead and a small nod as he pulled his arm away from you. He handed you over to the other king. The two exchanged a look. A father giving warning to his daughter’s future husband. Treat her right, your father’s look said.

You turned and handed your bouquet to Natasha before you and Steven kneeled before the bishop. The wedding contracts were brought out. Steven signed first. Your hands trembled as you took a grip on the quill. You glanced over at your parents, who smiled and nodded. There was no going back now – and perhaps, you didn’t want to. With a deep breath, you signed your name and the ceremony continued.

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You fiddled with the tassels of the cloak that was wrapped around your shoulders. It was a Brooken tradition that the husband wraps his bride in a cloak, or a tapestry of some kind, to bring her under his protection. The music blared on as excited chatter flooded the hall.

You were exhausted and had just finished dancing with your husband. The entire kingdom – or at least the ones who were in the castle – saw a change in the king. They remembered his last wedding to Queen Sharon many years before and how he danced with his bride once before retiring to his seat for the entire evening.

That king was gone. They knew it from the moment he refused to let you leave the dancefloor, making you dance with him for what felt like ages. The king who rarely smiled or laughed was like a child on Christmas when he stared down at you, when he held you to him, when he kissed you gently on the lips.

The change was welcomed though whispers about your demise was still being spread. Sure, the king seemed happy now. They hoped you would make him happy for the rest of his life, but the idea that King Steven’s queens were cursed or the idea that the king kills his wives still hung in the air. But no one dared bring it up on this day. This day was to be a joyous day. Brooken has a new queen. Their king has a new wife.

As the night dwindled down, you’ve lost count of how many lords and ladies bowed before you and your husband, all wishing you blessings and fruitful lives. Many meant it. King Steven was the last of his line and without an heir, the throne would go to Brock Rumlow who others despised. They wished that you would bring the king a son. Many envious ladies bowed before you, all who wished they were the one at the king’s side. Even Lord Rumlow and Lord Pierce toasted to your health and happy marriage.

A woman came up to the royal table. She was the date of one of Steven’s distant cousins – far too distant that he had no chance of gaining support to take the throne in the event the king dies without an heir. You heard the whispers and snickers from the ladies of the court the moment the woman arrived. “Witch,” they said. Neither you nor Steven believed in magic but decided to entertain the woman out of respect for his cousin. As distant as he may have been, he was still family.

She began muttering foreign words. Gasps erupting around you. The foreign words, from a witch of all people, was perceived as a threat – was she cursing you? Was she wishing death upon you or the king? Your father stood up in outrage as did your husband. His cousin put up his hands when guards started to surround them.

“It’s a fertility spell, your majesties!” He defended. “A fertility spell for the new bride’s womb!” Steven visibly relaxed, settling back into his seat. His hand found yours underneath the table. You tried to soothe him and rubbed small circles with your thumb although you were also rattled, thinking this woman might been the cause of the “cursed wives” rumor. You clenched your jaw and thanked his cousin and the woman as soon as she finished.

“I find that mildly offensive,” your father said as soon as he left. You laughed although you subtly felt the same.

“He’s a distant cousin.” Steven reminded, slightly embarrassed that someone from his family had the audacity to bring in “magical” assistance – and here everyone in Brooken thought the Starks were a strange family.

“Of course,” you chuckled. He glanced over at you, entranced by your smile. The dress, the flowers, everything made you look angelic. Steven couldn’t help himself but lean in and capture your lips with his.

“Well, I guess it’s time, then.” Your father said with a chuckle. You pulled away from your husband’s lips and felt heat rise to your cheeks. It felt strange showing affection in front of your parents, especially since a fortnight ago you were refusing to marry the king you now called your husband.

It was announced that you and the king would retire for the consummation. The music played on as your guests continued to dance and socialize among themselves. As you both excited the hall, there were whoops and cheers from the crowd. Some whispered and hoped that you would conceive Brooken’s heir this night. Your husband gave your hand a last kiss before you were swept away by your ladies to prepare for your wedding night.

Wanda had undone your hair as soon as Natasha managed to undo all laces of the corset. You bit at your fingernails nervously as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You were pale. A fear stricken young lady stood before you. Shivering and frightened, unsure of how tonight’s events would play out.

“Will it hurt?” You asked the two though you didn’t quite know why. They were both unwed. They were still maidens. Surely, they wouldn’t have any advice.

Wanda and Natasha glanced at one another, unsure of what to say. Should they lie to their queen? Say whatever they can to ease your nerves and lure you into a false sense of security when you lay with your husband for the first time? Or should they be truthful to their friend? Tell you the stories they hear from the whispers of other married women and the courtesans that entertained the unwed lords?

They chose to prepare you for what’s to come. There was no use in lying.

“It may, but just relax and breathe through it,” Natasha offered with a nervous smile. “The ladies say the men like to do the work, so let him work.”

Wanda put the cloak back on your shoulders, covering your night slip and your body underneath the heavy fabric. “Breathing is good.” She nodded. She wasn’t quite sure what else to tell you either. Your friend wanted to tell you that if it hurt too much to tell the king to stop, but she knew the advice would be pointless. As queen – as the king’s wife – it was your duty to bear him children at whatever cost and the marriage had to be consummated.

“We should go…” Natasha muttered. She put her hands on your shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze of encouragement.

-=+=-

You were in the king’s bedchambers first. You were surprised to see that it was empty. You expected Steven to be inside already waiting for you. Your ladies bid you their farewells as they left, leaving you to sit on the giant bed and contemplate. You were shaking. Your leg started to bounce against the floor.

As you got lost in your thoughts, the chamber doors opened to reveal Steven. He wore a white night shirt with matching trousers. You gulped as you stood up, straightening out your nightgown and interlocking your fingers in front of your stomach. This was happening.

“How should you have me?” You asked. Your voice was barely above a whisper and shook as you spoke. Steven didn’t respond. The silence was deafening and you couldn’t bare sit in it for any longer.

He smiled. “Pardon?” He heard you, but he just wanted to hear you say it again. So, you repeated the words. Steven bit his lip that curled into a grin and shook his head, a laugh escaping him. Your face fell… was he not interested in you? Did you not … did you not arouse him? As if reading your mind, he rushed in front of you and took your hands in his. “I do not laugh to make fun of you, (Y/N). I simply found it amusing.”

“You find me amusing… and not arousing?” You questioned, feeling doubt and insecure.

He shook his head and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I simply mean that I have not heard a woman ask me that before I bedded her.” He pressed another kiss to your temple, inhaling that intoxicating scent. “I want you to enjoy this… This is your first after all.” He began to kiss his way down from your temple to your cheek, to your jaw, to your neck. You relished in the feeling, a tingling sensation taking over your body as he left open-mouthed kisses on the delicate skin of your neck. “If you’re uncomfortable, if it hurts – if I hurt you, please let me know.”

You nodded. You couldn’t find the words. Maybe it was because of your nerves, or perhaps you were drowning in the feeling of his lips on your skin. You weren’t quite sure.

He removed the cloak from your shoulders and began to kiss down to your collarbones as his fingers slowly began to unravel the loose ties of your nightgown. You were shaking, still. Before he considered pulling the gown off, he leaned in, ghosting over your lips with his before planting one gentle kiss.

“Are you okay?” He asked, cupping your jaw with one hand. You nodded. “Truthfully?”

“I’m frightened.” You admitted.

“Don’t be. I’ll be careful and if you tell me to stop, I will. God willing, we will have a lifetime of conceiving heirs ahead of us. It needn’t be done this night.”

“We must consummate the marriage.”

“Not at the expense of your comfort.”

“Please…” You murmured. “Please just touch me.”

Without another word, his lips found yours again. His hands scrunched at the skirt of the slip and slowly brought it up and over your body. He took a moment to admire you as the chilly night air met your skin. Goosebumps rose on your skin although you weren’t sure if it was from the air or from Steven’s stare. You felt your face flush as your hands instinctively tried to cover yourself.

“You’re beautiful,” Steven said. Gently unwrapping your arms from your body as if you were a present. He led you to the massive bed. His eyes never left yours as he removed his nightshirt, baring himself to you.

Your eyes widened. Of course, you were aware of the king’s massive build. His fancy clothes and coats did not hide his shoulders very well. He was like one of his sculptures – absolutely breathtaking. He slowly started to pull his trousers down, so you bashfully looked away, feeling your face heat up even more.

Steven crawled over you, placing a tender kiss to your lips. His hands brushed your hair away from your face, cupping you with his massive palms. You felt something hard rub against your thigh. You weren’t naïve enough to be unsure of what it was… You knew.

He licked at your bottom lip. You weren’t sure what that meant so you paid it no mind. One of his hands abandoned your face and slowly slithered down to your slickening folds. You moaned when he stroked against a bud within the folds. He took the opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth and you didn’t hate the feeling.

You remembered Natasha’s advice – “let him work” – and decided to let him dominate the kiss and the pace. Your skin tingled as your lower region increasingly became heated underneath Steven’s ministrations.

He kissed your lips once more before slowly descending down your body, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your skin. Your eyes widened in realization and embarrassment as you tried to pull yourself from underneath him, but his hands grabbed at your thighs and held you in place.

“Steven – “

“Trust me.” He muttered, staring up at you from between your thighs. When you relaxed into his touch, he gave one broad-tongued lick to your folds. The sensation made you threw your head back into the pillows with your eyes closed.

Steven pulled apart your lower lips and focused his tongue on the same bud. You couldn’t hold in the moans that escaped you. Your hands blindly lost themselves in his golden locks. You couldn’t help imagine how this would feel if Steven hadn’t shaved his beard.

He had you gasping. Your walls were clenching around nothing until he slowly inserted a finger. You flinched, but his tongue working its way through you dulled the ache. With the single finger, he stroked against your walls, exploring your tight channel. A coil started to tighten in your stomach. He groaned against your cunt and your thighs clenched his head, holding him in place – not that he minded.

Another finger was pushed into you which caused you to squeak. A spark was sent through your body. “Steven…” you murmured, but he didn’t respond, too caught up in you. He thrusted and curled his fingers as you clenched. His tongue was relentless as if you were a fine wine that he couldn’t get enough of. “St – Steven…” You moaned your husband’s name as you felt the coil snap and you felt yourself gush around the king’s fingers. He returned your moan with his own as he lapped up your juices.

Your chest was rising and falling heavily as your thighs released their hold on the king’s head. Your eyes fluttered open to meet his smirk. His lips and chin shined in the candlelight. His tongue darted out of his mouth, lapping up what was left of you on his lips and fingers, using the back of his hand to wipe away his chin.

“You alright?” He asked you.

“Wh – What happened?”

Steven smiled at you. You were so innocent. You were a sight to behold beneath him. Naked with your exposed skin covered in a sheen of sweat and lips swollen from his kiss. “You orgasmed,” he told you. You flushed at his words. “Are you ready, my love?” You nodded.

It was only then you saw his member for the first time. Your eyes widened at the sight. You remembered your comment to one of your father’s councilmen – “men who are well endowed give their wives sons.”

If you did fall pregnant this night, you were certain that the king would breed a son within you.

Steven was kneeling between your knees. He bent your legs and widened them, giving him a better look at your dripping cunt. He pumped his member a few times and teased you with the tip.

You took a deep breath and winced as the head penetrated you. Slowly, he started to push into you, watching his cock enter you. You felt your entire body clench as you struggled to accommodate to his sizeable girth.

The pressure, the stretch it felt unbearable. You winced and groaned out in pain. Steven stopped moving.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“It… It’s fine.” You answered with a strained voice. The king shook his head and began to retreat from within you, but you shook your head as your legs unraveled to wrap around his torso, keeping him in place. His movements halted as he stared at you with concern. “Keep going…” You begged. “Please…”

Hesitantly, the king began to push into you again. After long beats of intense pressure and the feeling of being torn open, the king had finally sheathed his length into your maidenhood. He leaned over your body so that he completely entrapped you underneath him. He peppered your face – cheeks, forehead, nose, lips, anything his lips could touch – with light kisses as he whispered sweet nothings and praises into your ear.

“Can I move?” He whispered. You nodded.

Slowly, the king pulled out little by little only to gently push right in, acquainting your walls with him. On one particular thrust, you jolted as he grazed a sweet spot you didn’t even know existed. You felt a rush of pleasure despite still being in a bit of pain. Steven reveled in your reaction as your winces soon became moans.

His thrusts were gentle although he had begun a steady speed. He groaned into your ear – the sound going straight into your hot core. “You feel so good,” his voice was like a growl.

The sound of skin slapping was faint, muddled by the pleasure-riddled sounds that left yours and Steven’s lips. Sensitive from your previous orgasm, you already felt that familiar coil begin to tighten. You involuntarily clenched around the king’s cock. He groaned at the sensation, burying his head into the crook of your neck. He gently bit at the skin and kissed the bruises that formed.

“Steve – Steven!” You moaned, your back caving as the coil snapped for a second time that night. Your walls were like a vice on the king, milking him and tempting him.

He moaned out your name in kind, slamming his hips into yours which made you gasp. A warm feeling spread throughout your sex. The king stayed inside of you. His head still buried into your neck. Both of you were breathing heavily, attempting to catch your breath.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, kissing the delicate skin of your décolletage. Still breathless, you shook your head. Steven pulled away from your neck and grabbed one of the many pillows behind you. Carefully, he pulled out of you – you winced at the sudden emptiness – and placed the pillow underneath your waist, elevating your pelvis. You thought if this was another Brooken tradition, but then realized it was to keep his seed inside of you.

Steven settled to your side. An arm wrapping around your stomach as he nuzzled into your body. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, and you turned your head to stare at him.

“I … “you said but stopped yourself. You clenched your jaw, unsure of how to recover. You felt butterflies in your stomach – though, it could’ve just been the king’s seed.

Steven leaned in to kiss you gently. You smiled against his lips. Perhaps, this life could be great after all.

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Your parents were quiet on their journey home. It’s been three days since your wedding. Your mother teased your father about your sudden radiance as you walked through the castles. They would miss your coronation, but they did have their own kingdom to handle.

The joys of the wedding were left at Brooken as they embarked on their journey back to York. Your mother’s teasing nature and happy smiles were gone as she stared out the carriage window. Your father had a gloomy expression to match.

“I hope she gets pregnant soon…” Your mother muttered.

“I’d rather not talk about my daughter’s sexual escapades.” Your father half-joked. His mood didn’t brighten.

“We should’ve told her.”

“If we told her, she wouldn’t have gotten married and she would’ve pushed to be brought home.” Your father sighed. He raised a fighter. An arguer. A bright young woman that was now a queen.

“She has a right to know.” Your mother reasoned.

“You were alone with her more than I was. You had the chance to tell her. Why didn’t you?” Your father snapped. His wife stayed silent. The tension in the carriage was so thick that a blade wouldn’t even cut through it.

Queen Virginia sniffled. Your father’s hard expression softened as he wrapped his arm around his queen, pulling her to his side. She curled into his chest as she began to cry.

“It’s not fair. It’s not fair that I will outlive my own son.” Your mother cried. Her voice cracked as a sob escaped her. The words broke Tony’s heart. “I brought him into this world. He was meant to be a king…”

“No one could’ve foreseen his illness,” your father soothed. He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her arms to comfort her.

“He will leave us in a few months’ time… Will she even have the opportunity to say goodbye?”

“It’s better she doesn’t know. She will leave Steven’s side and he will be crushed when his queen refuses to stay by him.”

“She deserves to say goodbye to her brother, Tony.”

“I agree, my love,” your father sighed. “But when the time comes, when Harvey dies and I, god willing, long after, she will truly unite the north. The North will be one under her rule as the rightful queen of York and Brooken. Long may (Y/N) Rogers reign.”

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Mission of Mercy: Thirty-Four

Bucky watched you, asleep on the front seat of his truck with Lucy cradled in your arms and he felt his heart warm. He reached up and turned the radio down, it was no wonder that you’re tired. There had been very little sleeping happening. And you weren’t enhanced in any way. Eventually you needed rest.

He smiled a little and settled back in his seat. You had said yes. You had said yes and you wanted a yellow kitchen. He’d been afraid you wouldn’t want the commitment. That you’d turn him down and balk as soon as he made his intentions known. He should have known, he supposed, that you wouldn’t. He knew first hand how much you loved him. He could feel it when you let go. The feeling glowed around him every time he made love to you.

Still. He had a fiance. A puppy. It was a family. His family. And he knew that he was going to protect you. His girls were going to be safe. And happy. Because that was going to make him happy. It was what men did in his time. They protected, they provided. And he wanted that. He wanted something that was his and just his. His girls. His family. His wife.

He reached over and laid a hand on your head, stroking your hair gently. It wasn’t just a relic from his time he wanted, he knew. He wanted a hand to hold. A partner. Not just a woman to warm his bed and pop out kids until her body gave out and she was broken and miserable. He’d seen you get buildings dropped on your head. He’d seen people shoot at you. And he hated it. He hated anything that could take you away from him.

So he didn’t think about it. He pushed the thoughts away and petted your hair. For now, you were safe. You were happy. And for once, in your entire life, you hadn’t had to spend your birthday mourning a parent that you didn’t remember and a brother that was never really, actually dead. He’d take that win. And the memories that came with it.

Sure, he didn’t know if he’d ever top it, but atleast you could look forward to things. At least you knew that your own quiet little remembrances were enough. That it didn’t have to take up everything, leaving you no space to breathe. Or really celebrate.

There had been a couple moments where you’d cried. Where it had hurt knowing that no matter how much you wanted to call your brother, he’d not know who you were. Or where you had wished that your mom would actually be happy for you instead of making it all about grief. Bucky had understood that. And all he’d done was pull you closer and wipe tears away.

“Grief, after a while, is a selfish thing,” you’d told him.

“I don’t think so,” he answered, “The pain is real. I’m not mad at you for being sad.”

“That’s not what I mean,” you told him, kissing his jaw. “The pain of loss never really goes away. I miss my grandma. And my brother. Every day. There’s a hole where they were, the empty places in the livingroom on Christmas morning. The need to call them when something cool or fucked up happens. It’s still there. But. Grief becomes a selfish thing when it keeps you from living. When you hang on to that pain and refuse to move on. To take the love you have for the people you lost and refuse to do anything with it. When you wallow in it.”

Bucky blinked at you for a second and then smiled a little. “How’d you do it?”

“I just wanted to make them proud of me,” you answer. “And I couldn’t really do that unless I did things. I couldn’t just… stop. Not before I ever really started. And whether she knew it or not, my mom was a masterclass in how NOT to handle pain.”

Bucky was still thinking about that conversation as he pulled into the motorpool. “Wake up, Princess,” he said smiling, leaning over to kiss your head as he put it in park. “We’ve got company.”

You sit up slowly, blinking, squinting a little in the fluorescent lighting. “Huh?”

“I had a lot of help, remember?” he chuckled, “I guess they wanted to know if I chickened out or not.”

You lift Lucy and kiss her nose, “They’re gonna eat you up,” you tell her, smiling. “So small. So very fluffy.”

“Very Fluffy,” Bucky agreed, getting out of the truck and going to help you down. And he smiled a little when he realized that now you always waited a second to let him get your door. You never fussed at him if he didn’t but you gave him the option. And that made him happy as he tucked you against his side and reached over to stroke Lucy’s ears.

Before he has time to say anything, you’re awash in well wishes. And ribbing. And people snuggling the puppy. And admiring your ring. It’s a mind boggling reception for you. Every major milestone in your life has been met with hysterical sobbing. And almost making you feel guilty for taking time away from your mother’s ghosts.

“I’m proud of you,” Sam said smacking Bucky on the back, “You actually proposed BEFORE Y/N’s group of crusty old codgers decided to make you.”

Bucky snorted, “Please. Joe all but threatened to shoot me in the balls if I even thought about getting her pregnant and not marrying her.”

He looks over to where Natasha is holding Lucy and cooing over just how small she is. Evidently women being in love with anything small and furry was still a universal. And that was good to know.

Steve shook his hand and pulled him into a hug. A gesture that communicated a lot of things that neither Steve nor Bucky was comfortable expressing in a setting this public. Approval. Pride. Love. And it felt good. He liked knowing that Steve liked you. That he was going to protect you if Bucky couldn’t.

But then. As Bucky looked around the room at their friends. He couldn’t identify one person that wouldn’t.

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