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unapologeticallytheworst · 6 months

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Hi, posting for a bit of peer review of the idea.

Celebrity CEO/Scientist!Tony Stark/Flight Attendant!Peter Parker

Notes: 3k words. Peter is 18 and in the summer between high school and college. Tony is indeterminately in his 40s and some non-superhero-y but still action-movie-y version of IM1 played out about 5ish years ago. Weirdly not Pepper Potts or Liz Toomes friendly. I swear I don't dislike either of those characters, but I wanted everyone in a weird headspace.

Fair warning, this just kinda stops and is in a rough draft state. But I gotta know if anyone would want to read more of this before I devote more time to it. Like I'll probably still finish it but I'll probably finish my main wip first, ya know?

Peter finds himself fidgeting with his tie, but he can't help it. He is just so nervous. Mr. Toomes has already made it clear that if he messes this up he's out. And he gets it, this The Tony Stark's private plane. He isn't even supposed to be on this flight, but he was the one on standby. Today is the company team building/party and as the newest he gets to sit it out. He hadn't minded at the time, it sounded like a class and that was the last thing that he wanted to do with his summer off. Then the caterers arrived and decked out the meeting room. He got what kind of team building exercise it was then. Ned had fixed him a plate and assured him he would get to enjoy it next time. To enjoy getting paid to sit at the desk doing nothing but eat good food and wait for a phone that wouldn't ring.

But the phone did ring, and not just any phone at that. The line everyone calls the red phone, the one reserved for the clients that pay consistent 24/7 availability. He actually let it ring for second longer than he should have because he was in so much shock. He has never even seen it ring and now it was his responsibly to not only answer it but work whatever flight is being requested. Because everyone else was definitely already too far gone on the large amounts of champagne being passed around.

When he did pick up, it was one Happy Hogan saying that Tony Stark wanted his jet wheels up as fast as possible. Which wouldn't have been a problem except he wasn't cleared to work for Mr. Stark who has his own special designation. Only a select few are allowed to work his flights, because he's so valuable to the agency. Mr. Toomes even personally greets him whenever possible. He had immediately alerted everyone who needed to be told, including Toomes,who took fifteen minutes to figure out what he already knew. It was going to have to be him that worked this one.

Lost in the nervousness of an hour ago, Peter almost manages to forget about the current anxiety. But the nearly blinding gleam of the slick black town car as it rolls directly onto the tarmac swiftly reminds him. Toomes shifts next to him and Peter wishes he would have just stayed at the party. His boss isn't drunk precisely… just probably more than he should be to greet their most important client for what sounded like an emergency. What kind of emergency requires an immediate long haul flight to Hawaii he's not sure, but if there's one thing that this job has taught him, don't try to understand the whims of the rich and famous. It will drive him insane.

It doesn't even seem like the car has fully stopped, before Mr. Stark is out and striding toward the waiting plane. Their eyes meet for the briefest moment, as he passes at the bottom of the stairs, and Peter feels thirteen again. Watching the press conference, where even battered, bruised, and clearly exhausted, Tony Stark was suddenly the sexiest person he had ever seen.

He only doesn't manage to make a fool of himself by virtue of the fact that he freezes. Not that it matters much since Toomes seems plenty willing to be embarrassing enough for both of them, trailing after Mr. Stark in spite of the obvious brush offs. Peter recognizes Mr. Hogan purely because he's seen him in the background of enough paparazzi photos. He rushes to help him with the bags, thankfully only two small duffels. Happy hands them off with nothing more than a nod, dashing up the steps still seemingly as frantic as he had seemed on the phone.

Walking up the steps is equal parts terrifying and exciting. He's about to be stuck with his celebrity crush for eleven hours and if he messes it up he'll lose his job. No big deal. Not a problem at all.

Toomes is still hovering, babbling completely missing the unspoken cues that Mr. Stark isn't in the mood. He's already seated and buckled even, clearly signaling his desire to get a move on. Peter cuts through their line of sight to stow the bags, hoping it will shake Toomes. The last thing he needs is Mr. Stark in a bad mood, because his boss won't back off. That he had gleaned in his conversation with one of Mr. Stark's regular flight attendants. Sometimes Tony is lonely and looking for someone to vent to, but just as much he wants to be left alone. It's up to him to figure out which is which. Engage if he engages him. Well she had used different words, because she was quite drunk, but he got the gist. He's glad it's not a party, she made those sound worse. He can leave Mr. Stark alone and if he needs someone to listen to his problems that's okay. Maybe he can forget his own for a while.

His move does disrupt the conversation but not in the way Peter is expecting. Mr. Stark interrupts whatever Mr. Toomes is babbling about, to say, “He's new.” Peter busies himself with making sure the bags are secure, pretending not to be interested in the conversation.

His boss is quiet for a moment, before launching into, “Yeah I guess it was bound to happen. One day you were going to call on a day when the rookie was the one on standby. He's a little wet behind the ears, but he's good. It was actually Cathy, one of your regulars, that plucked him out of janitorial.” Mr. Stark's statement didn't really require that response, but at least they are talking about something he brought up. Toomes speaks again when he doesn't get a response, “She said he is too cute, smart, and polite to be wasting time cleaning.”

Peter is flooded with regret that he let this conversation happen and feels his face heat at the description. He stands and spins in time to catch Mr. Stark giving him a once over as he says, “Well, I think I can trust Catherine's judgment.” Peter knows he's probably blushing even worse. It wasn't even that kind of look, more just taking his measure. But enough to remind him that he would very much like for it to be that kind of look.

Peter blurts, “Are you ready to go, Mr. Stark? Or has anything changed since I spoke to Mr. Hogan?” It's a bit rude to cut into their conversation, but he's getting desperate to get Toomes off the plane. Happy is no help pacing towards the back of the plane with a phone to his ear.

There's a hint of a smirk on Mr. Stark's lips as he responds, “Nope. We're good to go…” his eyes flick down the little gold name tag dangling off his vest, “Peter.” As Mr. Stark looks at him, Peter gets the distinct impression that he is fighting the urge to laugh. And he gets it, Mr. Stark understands his predicament and finds it deeply amusing. Which is something… at least he's not mad.

“Well, we better get going so we can get in line with ATC,” Peter drags the sentence out hoping it will work, but instead Mr. Stark just makes an interested noise and he has to explain, “The only private runway big enough for your jet is closed out of an abundance of caution due to an issue with the TAWS system, sir.” Then trying to rescue the purpose of the conversation, “So we really should get moving, because the commercial lanes are always busy.”

They stand there in a brief awkward silence, as Peter begs with every fibre of his being for his boss to leave and his body stop noticing the way that Mr. Stark looks sprawled in the plush leather armchair. He's still clearly deeply amused at Peter's problem, which helps with his libido some, cooled by embarrassment.

Mr. Stark goes to speak, to help or hurt Peter is not sure, but Happy abruptly rejoins the conversation, “The house will be ready, Tony. The staff will come out with Rhodey, because you know he'll complain, but I figured you would like the peace.”

Moment forgotten, Mr. Stark turns to talk to Mr. Hogan and Peter does his best to pretend that he isn't listening as he does a final check of the galley. Toomes still stands in the middle of the walkway seemingly lost by the conversation.

“So he can make it?” “Of course he's coming. It will take a couple of days, but he's coming. Think he's going to try and get Banner and Strange to come out too.” ”So we can all braid each other's hair and eat ice cream? - Sorry, I didn't mean that. Thank you for putting this together, Hap.”

There's silence then Mr. Hogan seems to understand what the holdup is, because he starts ushering Mr. Toomes towards the door, spouting random nonsense about how they need to get moving. Peter rushes after them pulling the door closed as soon as Toomes is clear. He turns and thanks Happy, who gives him a long look before speaking, “Sure, no problem, kid. Listen, be gentle with Tony, okay? He's just had a bad break up.” Peter just nods, trying to hide his surprise. It always seemed like Mr. Stark and Ms. Potts were so stable from the outside. Happy nods and goes, presumably to take a seat.

The two soft beeps from his ear piece remind him that he still needs to do his actual job now. So he tells the cockpit that the stairs and car are out of the way, who inform him of the situation so he hurries to get everything ready. Bouncing lightly with nervous energy he takes his place at the front of the cabin and says, “ATC said they can squeeze us in real quick, because there's a traffic jam on the JFK side. So if you two are all ready, we can be airborne in five.”

Mr. Stark's lips twist and he says, “You're going to skip your little safety briefing?” Most people wouldn't complain about that, but then again Mr. Stark isn't actually complaining. He's messing with him. That much is obvious. Why he's not sure, but it's definitely what's happening.

Still not sure why, Peter finds himself playing back by pointing out, deadpan, “Either of you could legally fly this plane, sir. I think you understand the safety procedures.” He can tell that he surprises Mr. Stark with the statement, but thankfully not in a bad way.

In fact given the way that Mr. Stark lights up a little and starts eyeing him in a new way, Peter would say that it's exactly the right thing to say. Mr. Stark relaxes back into his chair in a way that accidentally shows off the long lean lines of his body, looking more rock star than celebrity ceo and scientist. And Peter has to get a grip on himself, because they're not that kind of staffing agency. He almost misses what Mr. Stark says, so lost in the fantasy, “Maybe I just wanted to see you do your thing.”

Peter replies, “You can watch me do my thing once we're airborne,” and then feels the blush explode across his face as he realizes how dirty that sounds. Desperate to regain his professionalism, he adds, “But if you would rather wait an hour, because we ended up at the back of the line…” he lets the sentence trail off with a hint of challenge, because that's what this has to be about. Mr. Stark is just trying to see if he can rattle him.

He gets the impression that Mr. Stark is laughing at him as he says, “As much fun as watching you do your thing sounds,” and Mr. Stark definitely makes it sound dirty, “how about you just bring out the bar cart when we hit cruising?”

Relieved to escape whatever game Mr. Stark is playing with him, Peter tosses out, “Sure thing, Mr. Stark,” before disappearing into the galley to let the pilots know they're good to go and buckle himself into the four point harness of his jumpseat. It almost sounded like Mr. Stark was flirting with him for a second there, but that's crazy. Plus there have never been any complaints about Mr. Stark coming on to the staff. Then he wouldn't exactly complain would he? And Mr. Stark had been in a relationship.

The jolt as they start taxiing knocks him out of his thoughts and it seems like they'll make the window so he grabs the gum out of his standby bag. Toomes would kill him if he knew about the gum, but the last thing he needs is to be half deaf because his ears didn't pop right. On impulse he slips his book on the bar cart, secured to the wall next to him.

Peter finds himself weirdly excited to do bar cart for Mr. Stark. The bartending lessons had been his best scores when he had done his training. He can't do any of the fun flipping and spinning, that would be a disaster with his clumsiness, but chemistry had prepared him for mixing things. Plus the rider made Mr. Stark's drink preferences sound easy. A little bit of over pouring, but not enough to make it a single into a double. No need for anything fancy, just very well made drinks.

The chime in his ear letting him know that they've hit cruising altitude comes at him like a surprise and brings with it some of his earlier stress. He busies himself with triple checking the cart as the captain announces their flight time and ETA. Unlocking the cart from the wall and rolling into the main cabin, Peter resolves to give Mr. Stark the best experience he can. The thought that he is hurting over his broken engagement is way better motivator than the threat to his job. Especially since he doesn't need the job anymore.

Resolutely not thinking about the letter at the bottom of his bag, Peter notices that Mr. Hogan appears to have fallen asleep during take off. He did seem very tired earlier. Mr. Stark catches him looking and speaks softly, “He's been running himself ragged for me.” Peter can see how touched Mr. Stark is by what Happy has done for him, but he seems almost mad about it.

“He's your friend, he just wants to make sure that you're okay,” slips out of Peter's mouth without him meaning for it to happen as he parks the cart close, but out of the way.

Mr. Stark gives him another long indecipherable look, before speaking again, voice still soft not to disturb sleeping man a few feet away, “He said something didn't he?” Peter feels like he is betraying Happy's trust as he nods, but it's clear that Mr. Stark already knows.

Feeling the need to defend Mr. Hogan a little, “He's just worried about you. It's just because he cares.” Mr. Stark sighs at him and actually looks every bit the guy that just had a very serious break up, whose friends are worried about him. There's an exhaustion there, not the physical kind like Happy, he doesn't need a nap. He needs a break.

Mr. Stark's soft, “I know,” almost gets lost in the gentle hum of the cabin. Then he shakes himself and goes back to being the billionaire, former playboy, philanthropist that has been staring back at Peter from the glossy pages of the checkout for years. It's jarring and he gets the sense he just saw Tony, not Tony Stark, not Mr. Stark, but Tony the person. When he speaks again it's with a joking conspiratorial tone, “What do you say you help me convince him to go take a real nap? And fix me a gin and tonic?”

Peter rolls with mood change as smoothly as he can, “Sure thing Mr. Stark. Double or single?” he begins assembling the drink on automatic, he's thankful for the familiar task in the unfamiliar situation.

Mr. Stark seems relieved he doesn't make a thing of it, so Peter counts that as a win, ”Single. Shake him for me will you?” Shaking awake a stranger is one of those things that was one of those things that had felt very strange the first time but he had gotten used to with this job. Happy startles awake under his touch apparently not having realized that he fell asleep. Peter leaves Mr. Stark to deal with him as he starts pouring. “Hap, grab your cpap and go sleep in the real bed.”

Happy starts trying to protest, about how he's fine, how he doesn't need to, and Peter knows easy points when he sees them. So he tosses out lightly, “The sheets are fresh and the pillows are fluffed, Mr. Hogan. I checked myself,” then to Mr. Stark, ”Twist of lime, sir? I forgot to ask.”

Mr. Stark's smirk suggests that his, “Yes,” is about more than limes and that Peter just scored some points in whatever game they're playing. Then with a voice like honey, that makes Peter immediately understand exactly how the man in front of him gained a reputation as a world class playboy, he says to Happy, “See you can't let the kid's hard work go to waste like that. Go take a nap at least.”

#starker #This was supposed a one shot #whoops

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cowboyhorsegirl · 10 months

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*sniffing around like a fanfic starved dirty rat*

Ya got any Stony crumbs?

LMFAO this is so funny😅😅

I'm sorry i haven't been posting any fic lately, I'm a very slow writer and a huge perfectionist, the combination of which is basically just the author's death knell. but the last thing i was working on was an ask response for horse divorce au so i'll share some of that <3

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I know why they divorce :(

it's because Tony kisses him. In the stables, one day when they're playing the same game they always do, the same cheeky back-and-forth. Some silly argument with no heat behind it, save for the lustful gazes they turn on each other.

Tony doesn't even really know what was different about today, except that Steve couldn't stop singing Friday's praises about how well she kept her cool through the thunderstorm that took her and Tony by surprise when they were out riding earlier. Tony wants to remind him that he’s sure he & Friday would still be stranded out there somewhere, soaking wet and scared and lost and caught out in the storm when Steve had run through the trails on foot to come find them and lead them back home. He wants to say that the only reason Friday was so calm was because Steve was there, soothing her with a low voice and a gentle hand and Tony knows he’s right about that, at least, because Steve is the only reason he regained his calm, too.

But he doesn’t say any of that, just lets himself take in the adoring way Steve looks at Friday, the way he stops stroking a hand down her neck every so often just to close his eyes and rest his forehead against her steady, solid body as if he’s reminding himself that she’s okay. That they’re okay. And Tony’s always had a soft spot for people who love to love Friday, who appreciate her even though she’s past her showjumping prime. Even earlier in the summer, before Howard had sent the rest of the horses off to the Stark’s trainer to prep for competition season, Tony could see the affection Steve held for her in particular above all her other stablemates.

Tony doesn’t really know what was different about today, or maybe he just doesn’t want to admit that the only thing that’s changed is his own perspective, because this time when Steve shoots a jab at him about how “with all those fancy gadgets you’ve got you think at least one of them would be able to show you the weather forecast” all Tony hears is I was so worried about you and I’m sorry I didn’t get to you sooner and please don’t ever disappear on me like that again.

So he kisses him, and suddenly it feels like a whole summer of pretending he hasn’t been slowly falling head over heels for this infuriating, intoxicating stablehand has been leading to this single moment in the stables, with the scent of hay and rain heavy in the air and Steve’s clothes drenched and cold under Tony’s fists and Steve’s chapped lips on his, warming him up from the inside out.

Kissing Steve in the stables leaves Tony feeling weightless, the same thrill as hitting the peak of a jump before landing back in the saddle again. But if kissing Steve feels like momentarily flying off the ground, then being called into Howard’s office the next morning brings him crashing back down to the Earth.

#horse divorce au #anon #signed sealed delivered #evwrites #stevetony #the trick to surviving the ao3 shutdown btw is to get your other writer friends to email you their fic drafts a few days ago 😎😎

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whenjet · 2 months

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@withoutjet

IT FEELS LIKE RIFF’S BEEN LYING DOWN HERE FOREVER. HE HATES IT WHEN VAL DRAGS HIM BACK TO her basement. He doesn’t know why she and Grazi don’t just let him sleep on the street. It’s easier that way. And maybe he just won’t wake up the next morning. The only good thing about sleeping in Valentina’s basement is that she leaves him alone. It means that Riff is free to hide alcohol under the bed and not worry about anyone finding it. He reaches under the bed and pulls out a bottle. It’s half full. Maybe that’s why he feels like shit.

He can hear footsteps upstairs and he drags himself out of bed and up the stairs. Grazi, probably. Or Val. Or one of the guys. Riff doesn’t want to deal with anyone today. He especially doesn’t want to deal with one of the guys, but he really doesn’t want to deal with anyone at all. He pushes the basement door open and freezes.

Whatever he was going to say dies in his mouth. Tony’s back. Tony’s back and if Riff lies to himself enough he can pretend it’s the beginning of the summer. But it’s not and so he shoves past Tony, making sure their shoulders knock together. “The fuck you doin’ here?” He makes no attempt to hide the bitterness in his tone. Or the way his words slur slightly. “This ain’t your turf anymore, buddy boy.” He leans against the pinball machine and tilts his head, smirking slightly at Tony. “Didja have enough of ya little girlfriend? Wanted to come back to us lowlifes, see what we’ve been up to?” He pulls the top off the bottle he’d carried up from the basement and downs half of it in one gulp. “We ain’t been up to jack shit. In case ya were wonderin’.” He doubts Tony was wondering. “Seriously, the fuck are you doin’ here?” He eyes Tony again. “I mean it. This ain’t your turf anymore.” It’s barely Riff’s turf, but it sure as hell isn’t Tony’s. “Door’s there.” He gestures vaguely at the door. “Get out.”

#withoutjet #one step ahead of the wrecking ball — verse #tw: sucidal thoughts #tw: drinking

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stonylovessteve · 2 years

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SLS 2022 Creator Reveals

We’ve reached the end of the exchange and that means it’s time to reveal the creators of all our works.

Thank you for putting so much love and effort into Stony Loves Steve 2022, you really made it a great experience. We hope everyone loved it as much as we did!

Giftees, be sure to leave a comment and kudos on your gift if you haven’t already. All our creators worked hard to make this event a success, so show them some love.

You can now post your work publicly outside of the exchange. Tag it as #stonylovessteve2022 on tumblr and we’ll reblog you. @ us @stonylovessteve on twitter and we’ll retweet you.

Below the cut is the final list of all the works produced for the exchange and the creators.

A Night Out by Neverever for sepulchralcrease (Ultimates, 3,245 Words)

Tony and Steve’s date goes wrong and then Tony finds out that Steve wants something unexpected out of their relationship.

Unraveling by Wikketkrikket for grandmacore (MCU, 6,765 Words)

Steve has an art block. Toni has an idea: knitting. Because maybe Steve isn’t the most Alpha-y Alpha everyone thinks he is after all.

my past has tasted bitter for years now by xWinterDreamsx for Becci_chan (MCU, 8,809 Words)

The Avengers have to go to Berlin in Germany for a political meeting. There is an issue with the jet, so they are forced to fly back on a normal plane. It’s the 1st time they’re back at the Berlin airport since the Civil War battle and bad memories make a reappearance. Steve is not handling them well.

smokin’ hot by wingheads for starksnack (MCU AU, Art)

steve is a professional firefighter and he takes his job seriously. he swears he is and he does. but sometimes, a little flirtation doesn’t hurt anyone (except the fire chief).

hey there demons, it’s me… ya boi by starksnack for BladeoftheNebula (AU, 15k Words)

this week on buzzfeed unsolved tony and steve investigate four haunted locations, and maybe find more than just ghosts.

gift-wrapped joy by ArabellaAM for Wikketkrikket (MCU, 2.5k Words)

He’s sitting at his desk in his office, looking distractively at the necklace and thinking about what to give Tony this year, when he hears a soft knock on the door.

“Yes?” He asks, lifting his gaze.

Slowly, the door opens and Peter, their five-year-old son, sticks his head inside, looking hesitant. That catches Steve’s attention automatically. “Hey, Pete,” he says, drawing a small smile as he pushes back the chair and pats his lap.

Or, Steve doesn’t need to come up with a gift for Tony; this year, without realizing it, Peter has decided to give both of them a gift.

Leap of Faith by grandmacore for Perlmutt (MCU, 1.9k Words)

Everyone knows Steve Rogers doesn’t date. But when he meets Tony Stark and his son he may need to reconsider.

Love Bites (Renewable Collar) by RoseRose for meidui (MCU, 1.1k Words)

Tony is possessive, and likes to leave hickeys. Steve enjoys every moment of it.

and when it came down, i was looking in your eyes by Thahire for VenomousSoliloquy (MCU, 8k Words)

“You’re not going to like it.” Tony paused, pursing his lips. “In fact, I think you will be very very mad at me for it. But I want you to know that this something Bruce and I have thought about at length and there is significant evidence that it’ll help you—”

“Tony, I need you to come to the point,” Steve cut in, nerves too frayed to make sense of what Tony was trying to tell him in bits and pieces.

“Okay,” Tony said, nodding jerkily. “You know what, I’ll just—”

And then he stepped closer and sat down right next to Steve. Steve opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out. Tony was so close, his shoulder pressed right up against Steve’s. Steve found himself leaning into the touch without wanting to—

He gasped, rearing back, when he realized what exactly Tony was offering.

or: Steve temporarily gets turned into a vampire. It’s somewhat manageable until Tony gets too close.

wildfires in the spring by meidui for ishipallthings (MCU, 10k Words)

Steve is pulled out of the ice on a summer morning in 2010.

Love All Of Me by Nixie_DeAngel for UisceOneLove (AU, 1.8k Words)

And…and that right there was what was really holding him back from being honest, from telling his boyfriend that he was asexual and had absolutely no interest whatsoever in sex or sexual acts of any kind beyond a little heavy kissing.

Indecent Proposal (Or So He Thinks) by UisceOneLove for wingheads (616, 1.9k Words)

Proposing to Tony is something Steve’s considered for a while. He just didn’t plan on doing it like this.

Our Future History by ralsbecket for ArabellaAM (MCU, 1.5k words)

Tony glances up to the black chalkboard menu hanging above them, squinting at the neon chalk that’s lit up with a blacklight. With a furrowed brow, he questions, “What the hell is a ‘blonde Americano’?”

“You’re lookin’ at him,” a voice chimes in. The man behind the counter throws Tony a lopsided grin, brushing his fingers through a head of silver strands. “Or, well, I used to be.”

and time can do so much by robertdownwyjjr for ralsbecket (MCU, 9.2k words)

Steve Rogers has a complicated relationship with time. He’s the man out of time, the man who’s lost everything to time.

But then he becomes friends with Tony Stark, whose love language is quality time. And that’s exactly what Steve needs to find a place in this century.

A silent storm wrecks my being, you are beloved by captainstars for jellybeanforest (AU, 2.1k words)

Five thousand doubloons.” He makes his bid. Steve’s body jerks in surprise and his eyes widen when they land on Tony across the hall. He struggles against his bonds but is pulled back by the collar. Tony is going to kill every single person who laid a finger on him, and he is going to relish in it.

A Pristine White Shirt for Steven G. Rogers by sepulchralcrease for Nixie_DeAngel (Noir, 7.5k words)

Aka how I imagine Steve could join the Noir Universe.

Told through a series of time skips Steve and Tony’s relationship progress. Their relationship progresses with Steve’s ever nicer shirts and Tony’s seemingly near perfect ability to stain them. Some time after Project Insight Steve gets assigned to escort Tony on his next adventure. The problem is that Tony isn’t supposed to know that the Army is involved or the fact that Steve is actually Captain America. When the truth comes out it nearly ends what could have been.

Good Boy by VenomousSoliloquy for xWinterDreamsx (MCU, 1.7k words)

It’s not the waiting really.

No.

It’s the anticipation

your tender touch by Perlmutt for Neverever (MCU, 7.2k words)

Steve has a secret. Ashamed, he hides it from the world and himself.

But then, after the battle against the Chitauri, Tony comes crashing into his life, wonderful and amazing and /experienced/ Tony, and Steve falls for him so hard that he can’t put it into words. But what will happen when Tony finds out about /it/?

Tipsy Truth by Becci-chan for Thahire (MCU, 3.1k words)

Steve froze. Oh no. He was not ready to face Tony yet. He swallowed, then turned around with a smile.

“Do you want an omelette as well?” he asked, aiming for casual, because yes, everything was fine and he hadn’t practically offered himself to Tony last night. Nope, didn’t happen.

Everyone I Have Ever Slept With by jellybeanforest for RoseRose (Ults, 3k words)

Intimacy takes on many forms, not all of them sexual.

Nocturnal outings by BladeoftheNebula for captainstars (MCU, 4k words)

Steve wakes up in the future and finds himself plagued by an old habit

missing what’s right in front of you by starksnack for robertdowneyjjr (MCU, 2k words)

Tony has been working up the courage to ask Steve out, when he gets an invitation to drinks from Captain America.

#stonylovessteve2022 #Steve Rogers #steve/tony

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theladybarnes · 2 years

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▸▸ CAPTAINS ( CHAPTER NINE )

“I can't believe you did it. I was teasing. I loved you. Course, I was coming up here to kill ya..”

▸ summary: it’s time for a quick confession, before blue’s time is up ▸ pairings: peter x reader, bucky x reader ▸ word count: 4,911 ▸ warnings: angst, plans of violence, thoughts from a killer, and mentions of hanging body ▸ series masterlist

DISCLAIMER (PLEASE READ): When I first started this series, I knew that certain themes would be a bit much to write on. But considering that most people who are reading or have heard of it, know somewhat some things that happen in the film. That being said, due to the recent events in the world, with violence in schools, I want to warn any reader that this has certain parts in the story that might make anyone that has trauma or is generally uncomfortable with the topic; upset. So, please understand that while violence in a school is talked about, none of the actions said by Peter happen and the ending follows up with someone blowing themselves up. Just wanted to clarify for people who might stumble upon this.

Peter Parker had never felt like a normal boy. From his very first memory, he knew he was special. Different from all the kids in the neighborhood. Hell, even different from anyone in his family. For the first four years of his life, he felt nothing but true happiness. That is until the tragic death of his parents.

Tony had never given Peter the full story, finding it too heartbreaking to give away too much details. The only thing he’d ever mention was that his parents had been planning to move away from New York, which would have torn Tony’s heart up since Peter had such a great mind. He offered the parents many times to start mentoring, insisting that Peter’s genius could go beyond if he was to work with Tony once school started the next year. But they politely declined, something that shocked Tony to this day.

It was just an average summer day when they died tragically in the accident. Tony blamed himself of course, having given them one of his newest sports car for the thrill of a weekend getaway. Police had tried to figure out how a car in such good condition could have such a faulty brake line. Tony mentioned to them how it was a saving grace that Peter had been left in the care of Tony and then girlfriend Virginia Potts.

And while the world mourned the death of his parents, they couldn’t help but ask what would happen to the boy. His Aunt May had no means to help watch him, something Tony had been adamant about. Not to mention that a suspicious file case had been put on her when word got out of her poor income. To everyone’s surprise, Tony stepped forward, promising to give Peter the love and support that he deserved. Not to mention that with his mini empire, money would never be a problem for him.

So after a year of battling in court and a grueling adoption process, the young Parker boy became the only child of one Anthony Stark.

Though Peter, throughout this tragedy, had become confused and sad, he couldn’t help but admire the man who he saw as a father figure. Loving all the ways that Tony encouraged him to take anything he wanted. And that is what Peter did. He took it all. If he wanted to win the science fair, he’d win. If he wanted to join in the junior engineers competition, he’d dominate. All the world was his for the taking.

Tony managed to give Peter the love that he promised. Even if at times Peter did not necessarily deserve it.

On one occasion, it was during his middle school dance that Peter got into his first fight. A rising athlete had been supposedly getting too handsy with a girl that made the boy upset, causing Peter to attack him. To the staff around the school, it shocked them all to see such a small boy have a damaging hit.

The younger schoolmate ended up needing multiple stitches, and the school with it’s zero violence policy, requested that Peter transfer. With a hefty donation, the papers managed to avoid hearing about the incident.

So it was on to the next school, until Peter was caught experimenting on classroom pets. Then at the next school, Peter was caught stealing answer keys. Then the next school until Tony had enough with the public eye and hired a private tutor. When asked about Peter’s behavior, Tony simply justified that Peter was too gifted and saw things differently from the world.

Peter loved that Tony accepted him for his righteous intentions. It wasn’t Peter’s fault at all that he managed to upset people, they just couldn’t see the bigger picture. All his fights, experiments, and even cheating were for greater good. He was on the road to his other success when he was hit with bad news for the first time in years.

Tony, who wanted to take a step back from the limelight, had been secretly working on starting back up his Father’s first business. A law firm that originated in Westerburg, Ohio. The most boring town that Peter had ever heard of. At first, Tony didn’t want to leave New York, wanting to possibly run things there via phone calls and such. But after a few complications, it would seem that he’d need to be there in person. So, after thinking it over, Tony decided that the two alone would be moving. Leaving behind a shocked Pepper (who Tony was quick to dismiss), the sky rise that Peter loved, and the concrete jungle that he wished to thrive in.

The move was hard on Peter. Making him angry and cold towards Tony. But eventually, after the promise of leaving after high school, and getting him a place back in New York after it all, Peter lightened up a bit. That is, until Tony bumped into an old high school flame; Sarah Rogers.

The pale timid blonde had been recently widowed, leaving her and her son Steve (who was around Peter’s age) alone in the big house on top of the hill. She used the sad excuse of her husband dying to woo Tony. Giving the man another lost cause that he thought he could fix. And with Steve in the picture, he couldn’t help but get excited at the idea of having another son in his life that could fill the roles that Peter could not.

“He’s got the brawn, you got the brain, and Sarah here is the beauty. I’ll have the complete package.” It only took four months after that for Tony to propose. Sealing the deal with a family photo outside of the large house. Even to this day Peter could not stand the family photo, hating absolutely everything about it. His new ‘brother’ as Tony referred to had felt the same sentiment. Making it clear the day Peter moved.

The young boy of just twelve years old had been bringing in a large box into his room when he felt a light trip on his feet. Causing the box to topple over and spill the contents onto the floor. “Look at this boys, Mom shacked up with a millionaire and all I got was a nerd brother.” Scoffed the young blonde boy, kicking at one of Peter’s books.

The young boys behind him snickered a bit as they watched the scene. Peter was absolutely fuming inside, getting up slowly from the ground as he faced the blonde. “I’m surprised you can tell what a book is, seeing as you seem like someone who’s never read one.”

“Oooh, watch out. The dog’s got a bite.” Steve had chuckled, kicking a few books in his way as he stepped closer to Peter. “Wonder what else the little pup can do.” The anger had bubbled up inside of Peter, causing him to still step up to the blonde despite their size difference.

“I’ve fought worse than you, Stevie. But I’m down to find out if you’re as crippling as the condition your father had.”

The three boys stared shocked at what the boy had said, making Peter smirk triumphantly. When Steve looked like he was about to get violent, the brunette with ocean blue eyes stepped up to pull him back. Muttering to leave it alone and go play some games in his room. The blonde shrugged off his friend, pointing a finger at Peter before his demeanor changed and he shot off a friendly smile. “It’s gonna be fun living with you, little bro.” He smirked, planning on getting his own revenge later.

And for the next five years, that’s how it went. Back and forth between the two. Occasionally butting heads or simply throwing insults back and forth. The worst part was in the public eye, Steve would always play up that they were close, punching Peter’s arm playfully or teasing his hair. Making Peter look bad if he ever reacted differently. For the most part, Peter dreaded having to be around Steve so much.

Even worse, his school did not do anything in excelling his studies. Mostly running on backpacking off their athletes rather than helping progress anyone with an actual IQ. If it weren’t for Peter having Tony fund his extracurriculars, he was sure he’d last a minute more in the damn prison. Eventually, things became a little easier when he met people like Ned or joined the school paper. The short man was very much keen on making Peter happy, needing to please the one person who treated him like a person. At least at first he did. But like any friendship, all things started to change when a girl came into the picture. It was mid sophomore year when Michelle Jones had moved to town. The lovely girl had a tenacious attitude that Peter thrived on, and happened to have great taste in music.

It was obvious that she was perfect for Peter. No one else in the school deserved her at all. Especially after he realized how sweet she was on him. With everyone else she had a curt and sarcastic response, with Peter she would give insightful and even sometimes humorous responses. It didn’t take long for the two of them to begin dating. But like everyone else at this school, it didn’t take long for Michelle Jones (or MJ as her friends called her) to start slipping up. At first it was the fact that she didn’t want to join in any of the clubs Peter was in. Claiming she had more fun in stuff like Art or creative writing, two things Peter knew were fine, but not the most substantial outside of school. The second was when her remarks towards the school became less factual and more opinionated.

Peter could ignore it most days, but eventually it got to him. The way she turned on her views of people at the school. MJ felt the same way towards him, asking him constantly why he hated so many people he didn’t even really know. It was on a particular rainy day that the two were fighting in his backyard. The two had been attempting to have a romantic picnic when the rain came in. So as the two were hiding under the tree for cover, they got to talking about the upcoming Junior prom. Thinking of ideas on how they could make it fun. That’s when MJ mentioned him.

ONE YEAR AGO

Peter had his arm around her, leaning in to press a kiss to her head when she chuckled to herself. “What’s so funny?” He hummed. The young girl pushed a curl behind her ear, staring up at Peter before she shook her head. “It was just a dumb thing I remembered.”

“Come on, I’m sure it’s not if it’s got you chuckling.”

Smiling a bit, she shrugged her shoulders before speaking. “Your brother just said something about cross dressing for the prom. We’d be making a state as well as cracking everyone up.” Peter couldn’t help but stiffen beside her. Not knowing which he should try to wrap his head around.

“You speak to Steve?”

“..Yeah, we’re in the same class. He sits right behind me.”

Scoffing, Peter removed her from his side. Choosing to lean against the tree with his arms crossed. “How could you willingly speak to him? You know how stupid I think he is.”

“Yeah, he’s kind of an idiot, trust me I know. I’ve had to pass his tests back. But it was a funny joke, Peter.” She tried to reach out his arm when he flinched further back. “Peter, it’s just casual talk in class. Don’t you ever talk to people in your classrooms when it’s boring?”

“No, because I’d really rather stick a pencil in my eye than endure any kind of conversation with those people. Especially if said people happen to be Steve Rogers.”

She scoffed for a second, stiffening up in her own position. “You know, he’s not as bad as you make him out to be. Sure, he’s not the best person or the brightest, but he’s just looking to have a good time in school. Like everyone else.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, MJ. I’m not like everyone else here.”

“Oh? You’re not? You’re better?”

Peter faced her again, glaring down into her brown eyes. “Yes, and I used to think you were too.” The girl was obviously fed up with being told the ‘truth’, got up from the tree and stormed off towards the house. The slight slope up had given Peter enough time to rush after her and stop her from entering inside.

“What are you going to do now, huh? Go talk with Steve? I bet if you fuck with him enough he’ll be willing to take you.”

MJ stared shocked at Peter. Stopping her movements to allow the rain to begin to soak her hair, weighing the curls down against her face. “Peter, what is your problem? I told you about one interaction and you’re acting like I’m into him or something!”

“Shut up! You just told me you talked with him before, who’s to say you guys don’t talk more than that!”

“Why does that matter? I’m not into him, I’m into you!” She shook her head, turning back around towards the house. “This is stupid, I’m not doing this with you.” Peter reached out for her arm, gripping onto it tightly as he pulled her into his chest. “Hey, you’re hurting me!” MJ cried out.

“You’re hurting me! How could you be so casual about talking with someone I’ve told you many times has been my enemy!”

“This isn’t fiction, Peter. He’s not some big bad villain, he’s just someone you don’t get along with. Doesn’t mean that everyone else shouldn’t.” Her hands slapped at his wrist, trying to get him to let her go. “Peter, please..”

“You don’t talk to him again after this..got it?” He said, gripping only tighter. She managed to snake her fingers between his and release her from his vice grip. Her eyes looked down in shock as she noticed how red her wrist had become. Peter seemed to mirror her face before he rubbed a hand at his neck. “MJ..I’m sorry, I just got heated..shit.” He hissed looking closer, lifting his hand to caress it.

The girl didn’t hesitate, reaching her hand back and slapping him across the face. “You don’t get to touch me!” She seethed, moving to hold her arm against her chest. “I cannot believe you!” She added, stepping away from Peter.

“Please, MJ. Try to understand me, he’s a shit person and I just don’t want you talking to him anymore. You have to promise me!” Peter turned more desperate the more he saw her step back from him, hating to see her almost afraid of him. Why would she be afraid of someone who wanted to look out for her?

“No! I’m done with you and your controlling attitude, Peter. This isn’t healthy!”

“Trouble in paradise?” The deep voice of none other than Steve Rogers seemed to chime in perfectly. Causing the two kids to step back from each other. Glancing up, they caught sight of the blonde looking down at the two from his window with a smug smirk on his face. “Michelle, lovely as ever.” He chirped, bringing a white mug to his lips.

“Steve.” Peter croaked out. Trying to control the real anger that was building up inside.

The blonde winked over at the brunette, tipping his head lightly. “Brother~. I sense that despite the cold weather out, you two are getting a little heated up. Should I be worried?”

MJ shook her head, not liking the tone of the changing conversation. “No, you don’t. Because I’m out of here!” Using Steve’s presence as a distraction, the girl turned back around and made her exit out of the house. Leaving Peter upset, but stunned in place.

“What a bummer, I liked having her around.” Steve chuckled. “Way to keep a tight leash, Petey. She even got a hit back on you.” He smirked, titling his head.

“She left because of you! All you do is bother the shit out of me and now MJ is gone because of that.”

Steve let out a deep laugh, shaking his head at the notion. “I’m sure it’s because of me and not because she actually realized what a little psycho shit you are. Must be the mean jock, huh?”

Peter pointed up at the man, nostrils flared as he bit back a yell. “You ruin everything! You talked with her just to annoy me! It’s not like you’d give her any time of day if she was anyone else.”

“Maybe,” volleyed Steve, giving it a thought. “But she’s not anyone else. She is- oops I mean was my brother’s girlfriend.”

“I am not your brother!” Yelled Peter, not caring if he was still in the rain. He wanted to hold his ground, especially since it was Steve of all people looking down at him. “I’m gonna get her back, and I’m gonna make her see what a piece shit you are. She’s smarter than the others, she’ll notice your bullshit eventually.”

Again his step brother could only just laugh down at him. “You keep telling yourself that, Champ. Maybe one of these days someone will stupidly listen to you.” Without letting the other boy get a reply, Steve stuck his head back in and slammed the window shut. Leaving Peter alone finally as he took in everything that happened.

It didn’t take long for the remaining parts of Peter’s relationship with MJ to crumble. They never went to the prom and after thinking it over, MJ decided that she wanted to go visit her Mom more. It was a little after summer that she moved away to live with her Mom. Telling him she’d rather live with her Mom nagging her all the time than to stay in Westerburg with her father.

Peter was crushed, feeling like if he didn’t have to deal with Steve that she’d never have seen that angry side of him. It’s always Steve’s fault. He made him like this. He brought this bad luck into his life. He made him use his hands in anger rather than love. The only solace in all this was that she’d be out of the picture and he could solely work on school and prepare to leave the town come graduation.

It was going to be shit, considering the people and who he lived with. But he could do it. That is..until you came along.

You with your snark attitude, avoiding the other students as you made your way into the cafeteria. You were gorgeous, but the way you held yourself was remarkable. He had to talk to you, he didn’t care if it was for a dumb newspaper questionare, he had to get a word with you.

And boy was that worth it, even if the dumb conversation was interrupted by oafs, you showed him just how ballsy you were. Pretending to stab two students, making everyone around you know just who you are. It was beautiful. Of course, he wouldn’t be the only one to notice your appeal. The moronic captains of the school took notice, both being stunned by your actions. At first, it was only Barnes who made any effort, even trying to walk you home. Beating Peter to the punch. But when Steve made an effort to invite you to the party, he knew that he couldn’t let them have you. Unfortunately, after all he’s done for you, it would turn out that no one was going to be able to have you.

So here he was now, quietly clinging up the side of your house. Hoping to either change your mind or get you out of the way. Something that troubled Peter deeply. He never wanted the two of you to end. You saw him! You saw him as better than Steve. You saw him as your white knight. Sure, he had to toughen you up a bit with some of the things he did, but he knew you better. He knew what you were capable of. But if you were going to do something like be a risk to his future, the same future he worked so hard on, well, you’d be taken care of.

He inched up to your window, wincing a bit when the old wood creaked as he opened it before he carefully climbed inside. He knew that you were aware of his arrival. He made sure you’d known it since his personal entry for you. He still couldn’t wrap his head around the idea of you and Barnes. Something he’d definitely get an answer to right now.

“Little blue bird.” He cooed, coming towards your bed. “I just wanna-“

The sight of your body hanging from the ceiling fan brought him down to his knees. “No,” he croaked, feeling his heart begin to panic. “Not you.” He whispered. Crawling over towards you, he reached out to let his hand poke at your shin, wincing when he noticed just how stiff your body had become. “How could you do this?”

You continued to stay still and he was thankful that your hair covered most of your face. All he could really see was the outline of your nose and lips. He began to feel his heart break, thinking that not only were you gone, but you had been taken by your hand and not his merciful one. By hanging yourself, you cause yourself pain on the way out. All he planned was to slit your wits and make it quick.

“Oh God, Blue. I loved you so much. You were perfect for me. I made it so. I worked so hard to get you to be mine.” He couldn’t help but pour his heart out to you, if he couldn’t tell it to you alive, he wanted to let you hear it now. “Do you know how much it took to pay off Brock and Jock to get Steve drunk? They didn’t believe me at first, not understanding why until I told them it would humiliate you and Steve. Not that I wanted that for you, baby. But I had to show you just how horrible Steve was.”

He sighed a bit, hating how scared you looked that night. “And Barnes, well he really did that himself, huh? Didn’t need me to tell him how to react and with him being buzzed and egged on by those two idiots, it was really only natural for him to take it out on you.”

“But honestly, Blue. You still forgave him? You still wanted him? Even after showing you how awful he was? I didn’t have to worry though, because we took care of Steve. We got rid of one of my biggest enemies and it felt so good.” He looked over at you, wishing he could get a reaction. “It was so hard not to show you how I felt at first..making you think I was sad. But you were so smart, my little bird. Even at the funeral I knew you noticed how pleased I was. But you didn’t say a thing.”

He thought back to the events that followed, smiling to himself over all the work you guys did. “Ned was never this willing to work with me, and I admit, having to beat up my own friend felt weird at first, but once it got him to comply and get you into thinking it was Brock and John that set up that post, well..”

The morning light seemed to be creeping up in the window, making Peter sad to end this last interaction together. Before your father would evidently come in and find you. Where you’d be taken to the morgue and eventually put into the ground. “I know I scared you a bit in the end, but I really wanted you in on this..my one last mission before the year ended.”

He pulled the paper out of his pocket, unfolding the crinkled piece until it looked presentable. “It took me a couple of weeks to do this honestly, I wanted to surprise you with it tonight, maybe convince you of the final work we could do together. But seeing as you took matters in your own hands, I guess I’ll have to do this alone. But don’t worry, your name is still on the list. And so is everyone else’s.”

Clearing his throat, he read off the paper to you. "We students of Westerburg High will die. Today. Our burning bodies will be an example of how unworthy we all became to be. Only under flames can we all become one body.”

“It’s a bit much but I figure it’d send off a message of unity or some shit that newspapers will eat up.” He stuffed the note back in his jacket, shaking his head. “You were supposed to watch it all happen with me. See again how I’m setting you on such a right path. But you decided to leave, and without me.” He fell dejectedly onto your computer chair, turning to look at all the cute crap that covered your desk until he noticed something peculiar.

Leaning against a picture frame was a small camera, something that you normally would not play around with. Carefully, he reached out for it and opened up the view finder to watch back what you recorded.

It was of you, sitting at your desk in the outfit right now. Presumably from just before you decided to hang yourself. “Hey, Peter.” You sniffled, looking at the camera sadly. Oh how he hated to see you cry. “I’m guessing if you’re watching this then I finally had the guts to go through with things..” your eyes cast down to your lap and Peter wished he could reach out to you. “I know you’re upset with me. Especially after seeing Bucky and I next door.”

You nodded your head, seeming to go over your thoughts. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry…sorry that I couldn’t be more honest with you.” He glanced over at your figure, wishing he could hear this in person. “I love Bucky. But you were my friend..you wanted to help me, right?” Smiling a bit you look up back to the camera. “But your method of helping is something that I can’t live with anymore..and I won’t be around for you to set another example to the world out of me.”

Peter shook his head. “It wasn’t going to be like that.” He muttered, hating that you thought so low of him.

“I’m doing you a favor by taking myself out of the picture, hopefully giving you the chance to break off from this life you’re pushing yourself into Peter. Because, I’m sure deep down you don’t want to do this to people..right?”

She was so naive to believe that what he was doing was wrong. Peter knew that she was scared because of how fast these deaths were happening, but he really did hope she would see the light of it eventually.

“All I ask is that you just..leave him alone..please.”

Scowling, he watched as you glanced over your shoulder towards the window. Obviously talking about Barnes again. If anything, he’d make sure that Barnes had front row seats to the bombs he planted downstairs in the boiler room.

“Let me be the end of your madness please. I just want all of you to be able to move on and be happy. Let my death be the last thing that’s plaguing this town.” You begged. Getting up, you reached for the camera to look into it one last time. Peter again could not help but miss how much warmth your eyes had. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you, Pete. But hopefully doing this will help you want to help yourself.”

The camera cut off after that. Ending the tape. A sick feeling tugged into Peter’s stomach. One he’s never quite felt before, and he could only assume it’s because he’s lost you. Taking the tape out, he stuffed the piece into his pocket and set everything back to normal at your desk. Moving to stand in front of you now. He wished he could kiss you once more and remind you of how much he wanted you by his side. Even despite the betrayal of your kiss, he’d still take you back. You were always supposed to come back to him.

“I know you think what I’m doing is madness, and harmful. But the school needs to be rid of its vermin. And I need to be the one to take care of it. I’m the only one smart enough to think this way. He moved to tug lightly at the edge of your jacket, letting his fingers rub against the blue fabric before he stepped back. “I’m going to send them all to you, baby. You won’t be alone soon enough.”

Without another word, he gathered up his belongings and made his way towards the window, casting one last longing look at your figure before he carefully climbed out the window and onto the ladder. Every step down was an encouraging reminder of what he had to do.

KILL. THEM. ALL. KILL. THEM. ALL.

A/N: Well every evil has its origin, in this case, it started with a crazy man with a crazy beard. TAGGED REQUESTS: @edgycatx

#peter parker x reader #peter x you #peter parker imagine #peter parker scenario #marvel au #marvel fanfic #marvel imagine #marvel scenario #c

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shameless summer series - lifeguard au 🥽🩲🌊

debbie has her eye on the new lifeguard at the public pool. unlucky for her, said lifeguard already has his eye set on a different red-headed gallagher.

(think like s2 era)

also happy a.u.gust! @gallavichthings

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"Debs, why do I gotta take you to the pool again this week? I thought you already fixed whatever was the problem with that blonde bitch," Ian whined, shoveling cereal into his mouth. Two tubes of sunscreen sat on the table in front of him.

"It's not about her anymore." Debbie retorted, like it was the simplest thing.

"Okay. Then what is it about?"

"Nothing!"

"Ask her boyfriend." Carl yelled over his video game in the living room, taking any opportunity to embarrass his sister.

Ian and Debbie's voices overlapped with a "Boyfriend?!" and "He's not my boyfriend-- Carl I'm going to fucking kill you!"

Debbie tossed a fork at Carl's head.

"Oh, now I'm definitely in," Ian laughed and winced before Debbie could throw a fork his direction.

The walk to the pool was relatively quiet aside from the rhythmic smacking of their sandals against the gravely pavement.

Debbie leapt a few strides, trying to outrun her shadow and failing each time. Ian chuckled, pulling the towel around his neck and swinging his keychain with the other hand.

Now that it was just the two of them, he tried again.

"Soooo," he drawled. "What's with this secret boyfriend?"

Debbie sighed. "He's not my boyfriend. Well, not yet."

"Hmm?"

"He's one of the new lifeguards since Justin got attacked by that dog last week."

Justin still owed Lip a beating for something or other so Ian was glad he didn't have to deal with Justin today, at least.

"You think this new lifeguard is a little too old for you?" Ian wondered.

Debbie shrugged. "Not like it matters much."

Ian couldn't argue with that logic. "I'll kick his ass if he bothers you, yeah?"

"Please. He doesn't even look at me. Even when I was fake-drowning." She skipped down the sidewalk, nearing the pool entrance.

Ian shook his head. His sister was something else.

After they set their towels down, Ian's eyes scoured the lifeguard chairs immediately. Too-tan-Toni, shrimp-speedo-Sam, and holy-fucking-shit. Was that Mickey Milkovich?

Ian hadn't let himself think about Mickey since he left town. But it was hard not to now that he was right in front of him again. Shit.

Mickey spread out across his chair, sunglasses low on his nose, watching the newcomers and he smirked before glancing back towards the pool. He blew his whistle and yelled at some kid to 'slow the fuck down unless you wanna bust your ass -- and I ain't fixing you up!'

Ian was brought back to the moment by Debbie's hands waving in front of his face. "Helloooo, earth to Ian! Sunscreen?"

Ian could've sworn he heard a chuckle coming from the direction of the lifeguard chair as he dug the sunscreen out of his shorts pockets. No. He was just being paranoid. His cheeks blushed regardless.

"Is that...?" Ian nodded his head towards the raven-haired man.

"Shhh!" Debbie slapped him on the arm. "Don't make it obvious!"

Ian rolled his eyes at her ridiculousness.

He covered Debbie's back and shoulders in the high resistance sunscreen before she took off towards the side of the pool with the diving board, eager to show off her skills.

He yelled after her. "Wait, fuck, Debs you forgot..." He glanced around.

His eyes definitely locked with Mickey's now.

Fuck.

Mickey hopped off his chair, waving his hand to dismiss his crowd of moon-eyed preteen girls and middle-aged women in scandalous bikinis. Ian would have shuddered at the thought if Mickey wasn't making a bee-line directly towards him.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuuuuuck.

"'Sup, man? Been awhile..." He smirked. "Raggedy Ann run out on ya?" Mickey bowed his leg out on his final step towards Ian, a little closer than he expected.

"Uhhh...." Real smooth, Ian. His words were bound to fail him again with the man in such close proximity to him, so he simply held up his bottle of sunscreen and shrugged.

"Toss it here," Mickey coolly demanded.

Ian was thoroughly confused, but threw it anyways. "What?"

"You heard me, Red. Turn around, I'll get your back."

"Protecting and serving the local ginger kids at the pool?" Ian joked weakly, finding his voice again.

Mickey huffed a breath. "Fuck the pigs. The only thing I'm protecting is your ass from a sunburn."

Ian was still confused as to why Mickey was offering to rub his back at a very public pool when he would have literally beaten his ass for looking his direction before.

All of Ian's thoughts subsided as he felt sturdy hands push the warming liquid around his shoulder blades, up his neck, then down his spine. Mickey's thumb digging deep into his muscles. He suppressed his urge to shiver despite the rising temperatures of the hot Chicago summer.

At least he thought he had suppressed it. A huff of air on the back of his neck said otherwise.

Mickey started pulling his hands away and Ian leaned back into them again. Mickey whacked the side of his head before tossing the bottle of sunscreen onto the chair in front of them.

"No free massages, man. Just sunscreen." Mickey licked the corner of his mouth and looked from the ground up to Ian's eyes.

He had to know how devious he looked. Ian didn't want to be presumptuous, but he just held eye contact.

"Unless," Mickey veered, slowly backing away, "the favor was returned in one way or another." He winked.

Ian stood, mouth agape as Mickey turned and waved again to the group of girls who still hadn't taken their eyes off of him. He hopped up onto his chair, whistle in mouth in no time like nothing had ever happened.

What the fuck was going on?

Ian spent the next few hours very much Not Looking At Mickey despite feeling a heated stare on him.

Even when he was having a breath-holding competition with Debbie, his brain couldn't stop the endless stream of Mickey Mickey Mickey.

After Debbie's third win, Ian felt like he was on the verge of passing out, so he returned to his towel, chugging his water bottle.

In a moment of weakness, he glanced at Mickey, only to find him already staring. Mickey tilted his head towards the main building and quietly dismissed himself to go on his break.

Ian knew.

He wasn't that stupid. He knew Mickey wanted him to follow. And he knew that it wouldn't be a good idea. All the while, his feet took him closer.

The building felt even hotter than the outside, the AC must've gone out and no one bothering to replace it.

This was a bad idea.

Ian was just about to turn around and leave when he heard the click of a lock.

"'Bout fuckin' time," Mickey stalked forward, eyes raking up and down Ian's body appreciatively.

Ian was putty.

He groaned as he let himself be pulled forward by the hips. "Didn't know you were a lifeguard?"

He sighed as Mickey toyed with the band of his shorts in between his tattooed fingers. His nails scraping dully against his sides.

"Dad got shanked. Family business went under. Had to go legal." Mickey's hands moved upwards as he raked his fingers through the sides of Ian's still-wet hair, gripping onto the back of his neck. Ian slid his own hands up Mickey's back, pushing his red tank top up with it, exposing his pale skin.

"Missed this." It was a whisper.

Ian attached his lips to the side of Mickey's neck briefly, tasting remnants of salt, chlorine, and sunscreen, before Mickey sunk down to his knees. Ian's hands were now gripping dark hair, and he was sure that the rocky pavement of the unfinished building had to be digging into Mickey's skin, but he made no sounds of discomfort.

Sure, he missed this, but he missed him more, not that he could say that.

On the walk home, the sun was hanging low in the sky and both Gallaghers' cheeks were sunburnt pink.

"Did ya have fun?" Ian asked, knocking his empty water bottle against the top of Debbie's head.

She scrunched her face up, but replied with some pep in her voice. "Yeah! Today the hot life guard actually looked at me! Maybe bringing you around was good luck."

No way in hell Ian was going to out Mickey to his little sister, let alone out himself. He put on a big-brother reassuring smile and changed the subject.

"Good luck for you maybe. I lost literally all of our competitions today!"

She giggled, "That was all skill, not luck. Frank's been helping me practice!"

Frank? Maybe Ian needed to spend a little more time at home. On the other hand, maybe it was a good thing Ian hadn't been spending a lot of time at home.

Ian left after dinner unannounced, taking his well-worn trail to the baseball dugouts.

When he approached the field, he noticed a small orange flame illuminating the man's face and a cloud of smoke fog through the chained fence. He smirked.

"Couldn't get enough the first round?" Ian taunted, announcing his presence as he leapt over the fence, an old habit.

"Fuck you, man," Mickey scoffed and blew his smoky breath in Ian's grimacing face.

"Oh I think you plan on it." He stepped closer.

"Is that so?"

"Mmhmm," Ian plucked the cigarette out of Mickey's fingers. "Can't have you with bad lungs, then what will all the poor defenseless swimmers do without a capable lifeguard?"

"Let 'em drown," Mickey smacked Ian's cigarette out of his hands and closed the distance between them.

"It would crush your groupies to know you care so little," Ian murmured against his neck.

"This is a bad idea," Mickey breathed, tugging at Ian's crumpled shirt.

"The worst," Ian yanked his shirt fully off.

Mickey pulled back, eyeing Ian's now-bare back.

"Mmm, no sunburn. That would've ruined my plans." Mickey smiled smugly.

Oh shit.

Ian swallowed. He was already way too far off the deep end. Luckily for them both, Mickey knew how to swim.

#every time i write it gets slightly smuttier skskjfndkjnf #my posts #gallavich #a.u.gust #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #debbie gallagher #carl gallagher #ian x mickey #shameless fanfic #shameless fanfiction #gallavich fanfic #gallavich fanfiction #shameless

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luna-rainbow · 2 years

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I saw a discussion you had others about Bucky's character bring different in Tfatws & it reminded me if what Sebastian said during an interview during the summer. He said Bucky was on the defensive at the beginning of the show because he saw Steve as his moral compass but he lost it after Steve left. So, instead of confronting it, he stayed on the defensive, thrown himself into this mission, testing his new parameters since he was free and left Wakanda. Seb said Bucky was like that until /

Thanks for the ask!

I liked the way Bucky was introduced at the start. Something about angry, grieving Bucky was just so real to me, ya know. It should be normal for those negative emotions when you think about what he’s been through, which is far more than most of us have been through in our lifetime. But as the series went by, it becomes clear that it doesn’t want to — or isn’t allowed to — talk about the sources of his pain. As I’ve said before, I have no problems with his sense of guilt, but guilt is not the whole of his experience. The series simplifies his trauma into only the kills his body was made to cause, without addressing a) the horror of him being imprisoned and tortured by Hydra; b) the indignation (and not just guilt) of being made a murderer against his will; c) the grief of losing his best friend before he’s ready; d) the alienation of dealing with the modern world on his own. To be clear I’m not coddling Bucky, Bucky’s emotional journey isn’t the only one short changed, so was Sam’s.

I remember that post that blew up about how Sam should have had a moment of realisation about Bucky in episode 3, so let’s talk about Bucky from a writing point of view. Again, just as with Sam, I’m not criticising Bucky the character, but rather how the story wrote him.

Bucky should have had an epiphany about Sam in episode 2. Sam couldn’t have been more clear in his wording, body language and expression that he felt his decision about the shield was the best he could do under the circumstances, there were personal reasons he didn’t want to discuss with Bucky, and that Bucky needed to stay out of it. While, yes, we can head-canon Bucky’s insistence as Bucky conflating the shield with Steve, in a series that bends over backwards to minimise the importance of Steve in both Bucky’s and Sam’s lives, I just don’t buy it (especially since Steve gave up the shield multiple times to protect Bucky).

Now let’s think about Bucky’s relationship with Steve and what that says about Bucky. Steve was small, disabled, bullied and often dismissed by their peers. Bucky is exasperated by his diehard attitude, but never mocks him for his size or comparative weakness. This is during a time when he’s considerably more privileged than Steve, which suggests he’s someone who’s sensitive to cues and empathetic to other people’s struggles — yet they have Bucky continually bring up the shield to one-up Sam, after Sam had explicitly shut down the conversation and looked hurt by the discussion. While there may be some value in head canon-ing Bucky as being unable to pick up social cues after the brainwashing, his easy read of Steve, his silent reactions when Tony saw the video, and the way he interacts with Shuri all suggest he’s remained quite observant of other people’s body language.

I’m not great at American history, but wasn’t the army still segregated at that time? And it was during WW2 that African Americans successfully pushed for some of their rights to be recognised when they were drawn into fighting for the country? Bucky worked with Gabe in the Howlies, was it at all like Steve — who knows keenly about being a social outcast over traits he couldn’t change — and Bucky — who has protected someone disabled through a time of eugenics — to be completely ignorant of what Sam’s experience might be? Just as we say that Sam as a counsellor should have understood Bucky’s pain, Bucky having lived through the 30s with Steve should have been able to respect Sam’s pain.

I feel like Sebastian tried to add as much empathy and consistency as he could. The lingering worried glances he gives Sam when Nagel talks about the serum sample was Sebastian, not the script. The conflict at the end of episode 2 should have been a turning point for both their relationships and their recognition of each other’s respective traumas, but instead it hurtles along having both of them make unpleasant jokes at each other’s expense for 3 more episode until Bucky suddenly got it. That’s where the frustration comes from. While it’s not completely out of character for Bucky to be fixed on the shield (it is when it comes to breaking Zemo out though I will never stop yelling on that hill), it does pick one of the worst traits for him to take when we know he’s been capable of more compassion.

(As an aside, unfortunately actors are contracted to legitimise really shitty story arcs ie CEvans with EG!Steve or THiddles with Loki. I respect Sebastian for trying to find a way for it to make sense, but that doesn’t mean Bucky’s story was well-written)

#bucky barnes #tfatws critical #asks #sam wilson

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blissfulparker · 3 years

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hi hi ! may i request the reader feeling like peter is too smart for them ? it doesn’t even have to be in an insecure way, but just feeling left out during sophisticated discussions or group projects.❣️❣️ i enjoy your work btw, you’re really cool:D

Your boyfriend was the smartest person you knew. All APs and honors, made honors roll and had held an internship with Tony stark for now three summers in a row.

While you were smart, you didn’t hold the straight As peter did. You needed extra help sometimes and didn’t understand some of his science jokes or history jokes.

“Get it? Ya know because ones a proton and the other is neutron and they...ya know?” He tried to explain. He had the dorkiest smile on his face and you let out a sigh.

“N-No peter, sorry.” You shake your head and feel your body heat up in embarrassment. He noticed it for weeks now, you were quiet in the group project, didn’t discuss his theories about parts of history, and you nearly refused to talk about the last chem exam.

“Hey,” he said as he looked over at you with worried eyes. “Did I do something? Like make you uncomfortable?” He asks and you immediately shake your head.

“What? No! Never!” You swore and he felt his heart calm down just a bit.

“So why are you mad at me?” He was like a worried puppy. He swallowed hard and you closed the textbook you stared at for the last three hours.

“Peter...I love you. You’re so smart, I mean like genius smart. A-And I just can’t relate I guess? Like I love you but sometimes I just...I don’t know pete. I’m sorry, let’s just go back to studying.” You turned back to the desk and he gets up from the bed and comes over to you. He drops to his knees so he’s leveled with you and balances himself with the desk.

“Hey, hey, you’re smart too! I-I didn’t know I was being too much, I can work on that—“ he starts to say and you hold his face to cut him off.

“No I like you! I like when you get excited to talk about all this but when it comes to actual school work I just feel like you all don’t need me.” You finally admit and peters heart tugs.

“But I do need you.” He said and you sigh.

“Can we just...can we do that thing where we kiss away our problems?” You ask and he leans it to plant the softest kiss to your lips. His lips tasted like cherry chapstick as they were so soft.

“Yeah, but I want you to know you’re smart and we need you. I need you. I mean...I may know about physics but I don’t know anyone else who can tell me every theory and detail written in pride and prejudice by Jane Austen.” He laughs a bit and you do too. It was true, as physics to you went over your head, literature to peter was nearly nonexistent.

“Right,” you smile. He leans in to plant another kiss before moving you off the chair to the bed where you two reminded each other just how much you needed each other in every way.

#kats blurbs #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker fan fic #peter parker fluff #peter parker blurb

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dovenymph · 3 years

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a film by peter parker

authors note: this was inspired by another thinkerpete tweet that read "peter probably watches the bit from "a film by peter parker" where he's in the car with tony over and over when he misses him" and@peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology’s summer of love prompt list💛💛 also the video edit was made by me so please do not screen record/save and repost it even if you do credit me (also this is unedited so sorry for any typos, i’ll probably go through it sometime this week, i just wanted to post it first)

prompts used: 2. making the backyard/rooftop into a movie theater

my masterlist

warnings: mentions of tony’s death, other than that, nothing but fluff

word count: 3.9k

Peter hated the summer.

Peter hated not having anything to busy himself with; no homework, or academic decathlon, or seeing Ned everyday who could wrap him up in his graphic novel fan theories or the drama in his on and off relationship with Betty. It was petty drama and minor stimulation, but it was something to distract him momentarily. But now Ned was in Aruba with his parents for the entire month which meant Peter had to suffer through the scorching heat of Juy all by himself.

Peter knew he didn’t have to be alone each day, -Aunt May had spent many dinners trying to get him to join her at the movies or the mall, even offering to let him have free reign of the lego store (when he said no to that, she knew he was in worse shape than she thought)- he had a handful of trustworthy and dependable friends he could hang out with for the afternoon like MJ and Betty, or even Flash who had been uncharacteristically nice to Peter ever since he found out he was Spiderman; this having happened only a few weeks after Tony had died and Peter had let him in on his secret to console a sobbing Eugene who, honestly, seemed to be more broken up about the news than Peter was. But even with his expanding friend group, Peter had found the most his body could endure was the contents of his bedroom.

He tried to get back out there after Tony’s passing, he really did, but at the first Iron Man tribute he admired on patrol, his body completely shut down and he swung back home, tears dampening the material of the mask.

So a lonely summer was what Peter submitted himself too, and he’s come to terms with it. He’s rewatched his favorite old shows, started binging some new ones. He’s taken apart and put together his lego death star four times now, each time faster than the last. But he’s been particularly fond of staring out the window. His apartment complex was quite close to the building besides his and he could look down into the backyard everyone had to share. Peter’s building had one as well, but since he was pretty sure he was the only person under 35 who lived there, it went unused.

Next door, there was always a different activity occurring in order for the patrons to beat the heat, and Peter often thought about how easy it would be for him to just go downstairs and introduce himself, and ask to join. It’d really be as simple as that and he’d meet some new people, get a free lunch and a chance to swim in the plastic pool they set up; maybe they’d laugh at his jokes and clap when he did flips, but it was all just a maybe, just in his imagination because his brain never let him wander to far before squandering the idea of getting close to someone again, for if history has taught Peter anything, it's that anything he gets close to, is not meant to stay for long and will be soon snatched away from him in the cruelest of ways.

And this thought is what resigns him to slink back behind his window and pout the day away, as he was doing now, vision blurring as he stared at nothing.

“Hey!”

Peter jumped, his eyes focusing on the target of whoever pelted his window and they landed on your form, slumped against your open windowsill, chin resting on your hand as you gazed back at him.

“Can I help you?” Peter bit back after lifting his window half way, his tone unconsciously laced with annoyance. He really didn’t even notice it anymore since that’s how he’s been speaking to everyone in his life for months now, but when you flinched at his tone, guilt started to creep up his spine.

Before he could ever begin to stumble out an apology, you cut him off “Yeah, is there a reason you stare into my room everyday?”

Peter's face flushed red and he opened and closed his mouth like a fish. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had spoken so bluntly towards him, and honestly, he liked it. He was getting tired of everyone walking on tiptoes around him, he just wanted things to go back to how they were, where he was just Peter Parker, your friendly neighborhood student.

“Or could you at least give me some money for some curtains if you just can’t give up the beautiful view of a concrete wall?”

“S-sorry, I- I didn’t even know you were there.”

Lie.

Peter knew you were there, he always knew when you were there.

Peter Parker isn’t a stalker, though! Sure, he’s gone through some fucked up shit on Earth and in space, so yeah, he wouldn’t call himself the most …sane person he knows, but he really wasn’t a creep. With your buildings being so close and your rooms directly across from one anothers, he was bound to notice you at some point.

And at some point he did. It was the first day of summer and Midtown let out at 12 instead of 3 to mark the occasion, so Peter had been mulling about in his room for quite some time already, thinking about how he heard all his classmates amazing summer plans and how the farthest he was going to go was probably the Thai restaurant down the street, and even that was a maybe. Peter sulked in silence until a couple hours later he heard a door slam closed, thumps from things being tossed on the ground, and a loud groan as he peeked through his windowsill at you who was currently flopped on the bed, window wide open without a care, scrolling on your phone.

At first, he was taken aback by your beauty, a small, small feeling of intrigue spiked his system, but it flew under the radar due to the seemingly everlasting dread that’s been weighing down on Peter's shoulders for months. But he couldn’t look away. You’d been doing nothing but looking at tiktoks mindlessly, occasionally cracking a half smile if a video was particularly amusing, but you still remained cemented to your mattress with no plans on moving anytime soon.

This brought comfort to Peter as he fished his phone out from the bottom of his bag and pulled up Ned’s messages and started to look through the media he sent him, almost two months worth of funny memes and videos that he hadn’t been bothered to look at, and he sat there along with you, aimlessly letting the time pass by. He enjoyed it, knowing he wasn’t really alone in his lazy and distracting behaviors because the pretty neighbor girl was doing just the same.

Ever since then, he’s just been …aware… of your coming and goings. He figured you had a summer job as every other day you were gone for a few hours, a solid shift. But on the days you were home, you also spent it mainly up in your room, every now and then, playing music from your record player, and if he was really lucky, you’d, unknowingly, give him a private concert as you sung out whichever niall horan or ariana grande song struck your fancy that day. He grew quite fond of the music, having added some of the regulars to his own playlist. And he enjoyed knowing you were right there, and he was right here; each of you living your lives, as uneventful as they may be, but you were together in some sort of way.

He’d never spoken to you, the ability of being able to just push his window up and call out to you at any time was what he liked, and each day he thought he’d do it but chickened out, and now it seemed like he’d have to make introductions whether he was ready or not.

“Mmm, right, so you haven’t seen me change or anything like that?” You asked and the content of your question and the inquisitive tone brought a flush to his cheeks.

“N-no! Of course not! I-I’d never do that, why would I even want to look at you? I mean! I don’t think you’re ugly or anything I… I just…”

Peter’s ramblings were cut off with your laugh as it bounced off the summer air and into his room. You were fully leaning out your open window now, and Peter had found himself in the same position, as if he was drawn to you.

“I was only joking with ya, but it's still nice to have the confirmation. I’m Y/N, your neighbor! Obviously.” You trailed off at the end, knowing that information was unnecessary since the boy next door obviously already knew that.

He was like no boy you’d ever seen before, only read about in books. He had a sweet disposition and inviting brown eyes that matched his soft chestnut hair. But he was built like a man, a strong jaw and strong arms. You’d seen him leaving his building everyday on your way to school, and when he’d get dropped off in a big black SUV during the late hours of the night, but he walked in the opposite direction or darted inside so fast,you never really got a chance to take him in.

“…Peter?” His tentative tone snapped you out of your daze and you realized he was introducing himself.

“Sorry, Peter! I- I… got distracted… by your… death star!” You let out, eyes focusing on the black and grey figure resting on his bed.

Peter felt his cheeks heat up as he moved to push it to the ground.

“That’s pretty cool! I finished the star wars series last summer.”

Peter’s eyes snapped up to yours and the friendly smile you were giving him along with the genuine interest in your tone seemed to break something inside him, snapped the band of hesitation that wrapped around his heart. “You did? For the first time?”

“Yeah! I know I’m like super late, but there’s like nine movies!”

Your laughs melded into one as you leaned out your respective windows and began talking about your favorite movie series. Peter was aware that this was unnatural for him. He had been more open to this stranger in the past few minutes than he had to his own Aunt in months and the same guilt from earlier crept up on him. But Peter was having a good time talking to you and he felt his insides turn in excitement when he realized you really had no idea who he was. He had a clean slate with you and he could make any first impression he wanted, well he hoped your first impression of him wasn’t that he was a peeping pervert, but we move, as MJ would say.

You were about to start telling Peter about this new dystopian novel you began reading when you heard a woman call out to him.

“Oh, that’s my Aunt May. She must be home from work. I- I should go say hello.” He explained, a sad look crossing his face that you didn’t quite understand.

You felt your own sadness wash over you, though. You didn’t want to stop talking to Peter either. “Yeah, of course!”

“But we can talk tomorrow right?” Peter asked, his tone laced with uncertainty.

“Oh well, I work double tomorrow… so I probably won’t be home ‘til late.” You said and the way the brown haired boys face visibly fell felt like a punch in the gut and you were scrambling for a reason to make him smile.

“B-but hey! I also get paid tomorrow so if you want, you can come over on saturday and we can have a movie night and we can order a shit ton of take out?”

“Come over to your place?” Peter asked, and he felt himsef involuntarily tense at the idea of leaving his room for the first time in weeks. It was safe in his room. But the pleading look on your face and hopefulness in your tone encouraged him to take the chance.

“I’d love to y/n.” Peter said with a soft smile and you smiled back shyly at him before closing your window and making your way out your room, making sure you were safe in the hall, away from his prying eyes to do a little happy dance.

Peter was unable to wipe the grin off his face as he walked out his room to greet his Aunt.

She heard his feet padding down the hall as she was setting out dinner, “Sorry its not ready yet, Petey, today’s been crazy, but I’ll get started now.” She rushed. Recently, she’s been hoping food’s the key to lift her poor nephews spirits, so each night she’ll either order or make something more fattening, cheesy, and delicious than the last.

“It’s alright May,” Peter let out easily as he turned the counter and placed a kiss on her cheek, “why don’t you let me cook tonight?”

May’s jaw dropped and she blinked a couple times. She could barely get two words out of Peter recently, and they were always either a meak thank you for dinner or an it was good when she asked about his day. She felt her eyes tear up at the slight sliver of her old Petey back.

“O-oh, really, you wanna cook?”

Peter ducked his head down at the ingredients in front of him to avoid looking in her eyes, his heart dropping at the glossiness that overtook them. He truly hadn’t realized how closed off he’d been. “Well, how about we do it together?” He began and the face splitting grin that spread across May’s face was all he needed to know he was taking a step in the right direction.

“G-good idea, honey. Can’t have the house burn down, can we?”

“Hey!”

May laughed and kissed Peter’s head as they began winding through the kitchen, making casual conversation. It was just like the old days, May thought. Before the wave of devastation drowned Peter as he lost a father figure, once again.

“So what did you do today, P? Do you know when Ned get’s back? I’m sure you’re both excited to see each other.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I am. I don’t know when he get’s back actually, but that’s okay-“

“I know you like your peace and quiet, I really do, but I do think it’ll be good for you to get out of the apartment for a little bit, see if Michelle is available. Oh! Or maybe that Lisa, Liz! I liked Liz, see if she’s available-“

“May! Its okay. I don’t need to hang out with Liz Allen,” Peter grumbled, “I- I made a new friend actually.”

May looked over at Peter in confusion since he hadn’t gone out or had anyone over in weeks, that she could remember; and Peter took her silence as an opportunity to continue.

“The neighbor.”

“Mrs. Wozniak?”

“No! Y/n, she lives in the next building over. And my room is right across from hers. We’re gonna hang out on saturday.”

“Oh?” May raised her brows at her nephew and bit back a smile, much to Peter’s chagrin. “Is she pretty?”

“And that’s relevant why?”

“I don’t know!!” May drawled and Peter just rolled his eyes and kept chopping the vegetables in front of him, the blush adorning his cheeks refusing to go down as he thought yes, yes she is.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

You yanked the door open as soon as you heard Peter’s knocks against it. He jumped back a bit, his arm still partially raised from when he knocked and you silently berated yourself for being so eager, but the spreading smile across his face made you feel not so bad.

“Oh, sorry, I was just-“

“It’s alright.” Peter replied with a soft smile, and you let yourself trace the golden flecks in his eyes before he cleared his throat, once again, snapping you out of a daze. You seemed to be in a dreamy state around him alot.

“Can I come in? I brought my Star Wars DVD collection by the way, I know you’ve seen them, but this one has the director's cut which I thought totally changed the course of the first trilogy!” Peter explained, rocking on the balls of his feet in excitement.

You bit your lip at the sight, his cuteness was rubbing off on you. “Yeah, that sounds great, but actually we aren’t gonna be watching in here.” You said, grabbing the bag of Chinese food and snacks and stepping out.

Peter’s face sputtered as you both walked to the stairs. He’d spent all day building up his courage to just go six feet from his building, there was no way he’d be able to go around the city with you for the fear of seeing something that’ll remind him of the avengers or crime.

“Y’alright?” You asked, noticing Peter’s stony silence as you walked down the last flight and made your way to the back gate.

“Yeah, sorry, I guess I’m just nervous. I haven’t really hung out with anyone new in a while, well, with anyone at all really.”

You smiled in sympathy, “I get you, I haven’t either. All my friends are out of town, so I’ve mostly just hung out in my room, too.”

“But you already knew that, don’t ya stalker?”

Peter rolled his eyes and shoved your arm as you laughed, glad you got his nerves out of his system. You unlocked the gate and lef Peter to the back garden.

“Woah..” Peter let out. There was a large white sheet hung up between two trees, and a projector set up on the table behind where a blanket lay, covered in a mess of pillows. The setting sun lit up by strung lightbulbs.

“You like? I figured since we both seemed to be home bodies, we could have the fun of the movie theatre, but here!”

Peter felt his heart swell at your words. You’d only known him for two days, and you already treated him with so much consideration and kindness. “I- I love it, y/n. This is amazing.”

He saw how you tucked your cheek into your shoulder in bashfulness and felt his spirits raise even higher. You were adorable.

“I’m glad you like it. I hope the projector works though, it took me forever to translate the instructions.”

Peter walked over to it and gave it a once over. “It seems fine to me, but I can always look at it if you want.”

“Oh yeah? You good with tech?”

“Good enough to get by. I needed it a lot while working with Mr. Stark” Peter began, forgetting that he wasn’t talking to an old friend.

“You worked with Tony Stark?!?”

“Oh.. oh yeah, only for a little! I was an intern.” He said quietly, beating himself up for even bringing up the topic of Tony. The last thing he wanted to do was cry in front of a pretty girl.

“Wow, that must’ve been amazing. You, you must miss him a lot then, huh?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled lifelessly. “Yeah I do.”

“But no matter, we’re here to have a good time right?”

“Yeah, yeah we are!” You grasped his hand and gave him a sympathetic squeeze -neither of you blind to the sparks that shot from the place your hands met- and got settled on the blanket.

Two and a half moves later, the sun had set and the two of you were sitting in the darkness, the only light coming from the flickering of the projector as the abandoned movie played. You and Peter were sitting cross legged, facing each other as he told you another story about working with the Avengers.

“Yeah, it was so crazy!! We were in this airport and he went from being like two inches tall to two hundred feet, it blew my mind. But it was okay though, because I had this idea-“

“Wait, wait, wait. You were there? Why?” You asked, loving every adventure filled anecdote he told you, but it wasn’t all adding up. For just an intern, he seemed incredibly close to Mr. Stark himself, but then again, you’d only known him for less than a week and you also wanted to go everywhere with him.

Peter worried his lip, thinking about how he could worm his way out of this one. Why would a teenage intern be at the Avengers civil war? He figured he could lie, or even just run away and buy black out curtains. Maybe he could convince Aunt May to switch rooms with him even. But you’d already brought so much light to his life in multiple aspects, and he thought, just maybe, you’d be able to bring light to that aspect of his life too.

“You know what, lemme just show you! Wait here, I’ll be back!”

Peter ran back down, his Chewbacca flash drive in hand, adrenaline running through his veins. He plugged it into your laptop and dug up a folder he hadn’t touched in almost eight months.

“What’s this?” You asked as he sat back down next to you.

“You’ll see.” He said, eyes glued to the screen in front of him.

A Film by Peter Parker, read the title as a compilation of videos featuring Peter, Happy, Aunt May, the Avengers, and Tony projected before you both.

Peter heard you gasp as the camera flashed to the suit, and saw, from the corner of his eye, how your head snapped towards his as he backspringed across the battleground. The film continued and neither of you could tear your eyes from the screen. Peter felt his eyes well up with tears as a scene with him and Tony talking to the camera began and he thought that watching this was a bad idea and he was about to turn around and turn it off when he felt your fingers intertwine with his.

He sucked in a sharp breath at the warmth you brought him and he squeezed back, his brain nearly malfunctioning at the speed in which he tried to memorize the feel of your hand in his. But his senses were overloaded as he picked up on your accelerated heartbeat.

The two of you continued to watch the video, neither moving even when it autostarted from the beginning, and this time you laughed outwardly at the funny parts, and asked him questions about why Happy didn’t seem to like him.

“What did you do to him Peter?”

“Nothing I swear!”

“Likely story.”

And he felt the steel blanket of grief fall off his shoulders. The feeling of intrigue and excitement for going back to life was no longer a small trail buried deep within him, but now a firecracker that ignited his insides and aurated off of him. Things were going to be alright, he was going to make it out this summer with more than just the memories from his bedroom, and he’d make it through whatever else life would throw at him, as long as he had you by his side.

Because you didn’t make his heart beat faster out of fear, you made him feel flustered and full of affection.

And you didn’t hold him roughly, with the intent to harm him; you held him delicately, and he could only wait to be able to hold your heart the same way.

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themultifandomgal · 23 days

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Sweet Pea- Grease Is The Word

Hopelessly Devoted To You

My heart has been broken since prom night, that night I cried myself to sleep. All I want to do is get over Sweet Pea and move on, but the truth is I can’t. I spent last night with Betty, Kevin and Veronica who told me to just forget him. I can’t sit around and just wait for him to come running back to me. I’m hopelessly devoted to him.

Toni, Cheryl, Kevin, Betty, Veronica and I are all sat at a table in the lunch hall. They’re all gossiping about prom and how amazing it was. Sighing I play with the good on my plate

“YN? Are you ok?” Kevin asks

“Let’s see shall we. Sweet Pea’s told his friends that we’ve had sex, when we didn’t, and every so you just don’t do that right? Then he takes Josie to prom”

“Ignore Reggie. He’s a class A asshole. He probably made up the rumour” Betty says giving me a small smile. I return the smile, but quickly frown when I see Sweet Pea walking into the cafeteria with Fangs

“What the hell is Sweet Pea wearing?” I ask with eyes wide open looking at Sweet Pea wearing a basketball uniform. Toni turns around to look then face me again.

“Tried out for the basketball team”

“Why?”

“To impress you” Veronica nudges me

“Said he wants to make up for prom” Toni continues

“Well he can tell me that himself” I cross my arms over my chest and look away as he and Fangs walk over to our table

“Err hey YN” Sweet Pea says scratching the back of his neck. I don’t reply to him “look I’m sorry about prom. I want to make it up to you. Let me take you out tonight, to the drive in” I’m about to say no but Kevin butts in

“Shell be ready for 7”

“Cool” with that Sweet Pea and Fangs leave

“What the hell Kevin” I push him

“You were going to say no then would end up mopping about. Just go and I’m sure he will make it up to you”

“Hmm” i hum in reply.

That evening I sit next to Sweet Pea in Fangs’ truck eating popcorn. He pretends to do the fake yawn harm on the shoulder move I give him a quick glance before going back to the movie

“Do you want to get a little closer?”

“I’m good” I reply

“At least smile. I thought we’d forget all about the whole prom thing. I said I was sorry”

“I know you did, it’s just that summer was a lot easier because it was just us two”

“I know, wait your not talking to someone else are ya?”

“No why?”

“No reason” I frown looking at Sweet Pea who’s trying to act unbothered “I wanted to know if you’d take my ring?”

“Wait seriously?”

“That’s if you want it” I nod my head in response. Sweet Pea takes my hand in his and places he’s pinkie ring on my thumb since it’s way to big “I really am sorry” he leans in and places a kiss on my lips, but his hand moves up my thigh. I pull away “what’s the matter?”

“I just don’t feel comfortable doing that here”

“What did you think coming to the drive in meant. Look around YN everyone’s doing it”

“Just because you’ve given me your ring doesn’t mean I’m immediately going to jump your bones” I jump out of the truck and leave.

#sweet pea x y/n #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea x oc #sweet pea imagine #sweet pea #riverdale imagine #riverdale imagines #riverdale

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Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Three

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1740

Warnings: Nosy (and well-meaning) friends acting like nosy siblings, angst, bad language words

A/N: After I originally posted this chapter on AO3, I got some comments that exacerbated the beginnings of a year long depression. Please be kind. I intended this chapter to come across as the gang being like siblings...always being in each other’s business. Is there a breach of privacy? Yes, but without the ill-intent.

DO NOT copy or replicate without permission

Bucky clutched his phone in his flesh hand as he made his way down a long hallway to the communal kitchen and eating area. A soft, crooked smile rested at his lips as he entered the space. Natasha and Sam were sitting at opposite ends of the rectangular table separating the kitchen from the lounge, enjoying a late breakfast. Steve was at a kitchen counter fiddling with the Keurig machine. He pulled another mug from the cupboard when he saw Bucky approach. “Mornin’, Buck. Sleep well?”

Bucky’s grin broadened as he leaned his backside against the countertop. “I did, actually. Thanks for asking,” he answered, looking to his phone at the incoming text.

(Y/N) Would you rather have skin that changes color based on your emotions or tattoos appear all over your body, depicting what you did the day before?

He missed the way Sam and Nat looked at each other in suspicion at his answer to Steve. He was too busy pressing the keys on his touch-screen.

Bucky The tattoos would be awkward, speaking from a male’s perspective, so I think color changing would be better. Not by much, though.

Bucky Would you rather have edible spaghetti hair that regrows every night or sweat maple syrup?

Bucky saw Steve slide the new mug, now filled with coffee, across the granite-top toward him from the corner of his eye. He glanced up quickly from the screen and nodded. “Thanks, buddy.” Steve answered with a smile.

“What, no grunted thanks or mumbled acknowledgment?” Natasha quipped, standing from her seat to place her plate in the dishwasher.

“Yeah, man. You have been using way too many words lately. I miss the grumpy dude that would brood in the corner,” Sam added, crossing his arms at his chest. “Are we even sure this is the right Bucky?”

Bucky’s phone vibrated again.

(Y/N) I love me some spaghetti! Can you imagine sweating sticky, gooey maple syrup during a humid New York summer?? Your clothes would be toast.

(Y/N) Mmmm, french toast.

Bucky chuckled at the reply, drawing the attention of three sets of eyes.

Sam wasn’t wrong; he wasn’t the same Bucky.

It had been five days since (Y/N)’s first drunken texts. Five days. He couldn’t believe so little time had passed. Somehow, (Y/N) had wiggled her way under his skin.

He had noticed after only a day or two; he was smiling more, less volatile. He felt lighter, happier. He wasn’t skulking about the compound like usual, trying to avoid the rest of the team. Some might go as far as to say he was friendlier than usual.

It felt good to have someone, a friend, learning about the real James Buchanan Barnes, for once, without the threat of The Soldier clouding their perception of him.

“You’re freaking me out, man. Straight outta Invasion of the Body Snatchers or some shit,” Sam declared, rising from his chair.

“Hold on, Sam,” Steve placated, lifting a hand to the advancing man. “I’m sure there’s a logical explanation to Bucky’s good mood lately.”

Bucky set his jaw in frustration, the muscles ticking. He wasn’t a Pod Person. He was just happy, for the first time in seventy-five years.

His phone went off again.

(Y/N) Would you rather sneeze once every hour, on the hour, or burp every time you saw an attractive girl?

A wide smile split his mouth as he scanned the screen.

Bucky Am I sneezing in my sleep or just when I’m awake?

When Bucky brought his gaze back up to his teammates, he noticed Natasha’s own eyes flick down to his phone. The slightest smirk curved the corner of her lips.

“It’s curious,” she said, a perfect eyebrow inched higher to her hairline. “All the people you text are in this room, yet, you haven’t been able to pull yourself away from your phone.” Her eye contact never wavered from Bucky’s face. “Don’t ya think that’s odd, fellas?”

“Natalia,” Bucky warned, his voice gruff. He knew she was fishing.

Sam laughed boisterously. “Yeah, I noticed that the other day. It’s glued to your hip nowadays.”

“It could be anyone from the team, guys,” Steve reasoned. “I bet it’s Tony.”

Bucky became increasingly agitated as the redhead slinked closer, passing his phone back and forth between his hands.

Natasha shook her head in the negative. “Nuh-uh,” she said, leaning against the counter directly beside Bucky. A hair’s breadth of space separated their shoulders from one another. Tipping back, with her elbows propped against the hard surface, she kicked her legs out casually and crossed her feet at the ankle. “Those two have barely said two words to each other since the good Sergeant here was welcomed back into the fold. It’s not Tony.”

“That still doesn’t prove anything,” Steve replied, taking a sip of his coffee.

“I bet it’s a girl,” Sam said in a sing-song voice. “But, where would Ice Man here meet a girl?”

Natasha smiled while looking at Sam as he stepped closer to the trio. “Let’s find out, shall we?” She nodded to Sam and, without batting an eye, lunged at Bucky.

She tapped the underside of the hand holding the phone, causing the device to flip up into the air.

Though he hadn’t seen the attack coming, Bucky’s reflexes were cat-like, and he easily caught the phone in his opposite hand.

Unfortunately, Natasha was just as quick and knocked the phone from his hand again. She effortlessly swatted it out of the air and into her hand. As Bucky clamored to retrieve the cell phone, she swung her arm behind her back and tossed it into the waiting hands of Sam.

By looking at Sam’s broad smile, Bucky knew he was having a field day at his expense. He pounced on his teammate, grappling for possession of the device. He wasn’t sorry for elbowing the other man harder than he ever would if they were sparring each other. He needed his fucking phone back!

Sam managed to flick the phone over his other shoulder in the process of Bucky grabbing ahold of Sam’s wrist and twisting the same arm behind his body. It clattered to the ground at Steve’s feet.

As everyone stared at the cell phone lying prone on the tile floor, Sam backed Bucky into the cabinets, trapping him with his body. “Let me go, Bird Brain!” Bucky huffed.

Steve bent to pick the phone up, holding it in his hand. Bucky could see the war playing within Steve’s blue eyes as he struggled against Sam. Steve was just as curious as the other two but didn’t want to betray his friend.

Natasha quickly snatched the device from Steve and started thumbing at the screen.

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Steve protested.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you to put a passcode on your phone, Barnes?” Natasha tsked as she navigated to the messaging app.

Bucky knew the exact second she found what she was looking for because her eyes became comically wide. A feral, shit-eating grin crossed her mouth as she raised a brow again.

“Tell me about (Y/N).”

“What?” Steve questioned, crowding the red head. “Lemme see.”

Bucky felt his cheeks go aflame as Natasha angled the screen so Steve could see the message thread. They burned hotter as Steve looked up with his own shit-eating smirk.

“Well, well…” Sam piped up. “If your faces are anything to go by, Vanilla Ice’s still got game.” Bucky twisted his arm back further in retaliation causing Sam to grunt in discomfort.

Bucky watched as Natasha’s thumb skimmed along the screen to delve deeper into past messages. Her thumb stopped as she read a passage; her green eyes rapidly followed the lines of text.

“I always kinda figured you’d be into someone that would call you out on your BS. She sounds fun,” Natasha said as she continued to scroll.

“No one’s into anyone. We’re just friends,” Bucky murmured.

Steve’s head shot up to stare at his best friend, sorrow painting his features. He edged away from Natasha. “Does she know who you are?” he asked.

Bucky shook his head no. “And she never will.”

“Aww, but you guys sound so cute together,” Natasha pouted. Bucky frowned at the insinuation. It couldn’t ever happen.

“There aren’t any rules saying we can’t date,” Natasha mentioned. “Hell, you know how many times I tried to set up this big lug?” She motioned to Steve with her thumb.

“That’s different,” Bucky said after a few moments. He eased up slightly on Sam’s arm.

“How so?”

Bucky rubbed a hand across the back of his neck, the blush starting again. “He’s Captain America, and well, I’m not. Not exactly everyone’s favorite.” He downcast his eyes to the floor.

“Buck, you know that’s not true,” Steve said woefully. “It’ll just take some time.”

“I know, Stevie. Until then, though, I’m still a pariah.”

The super soldier serum couldn’t have been given to a better person, but Bucky always felt like he would be trapped in Steve’s shadow, no matter the amount of good he did. He would still feel weak for what Hydra did to him, or not good enough to be labeled Captain America’s best friend.

Feeling the room take a considerable turn toward somber, Natasha called out, “Holy shit, Barnes! You used Wilson’s toothbrush to clean your toilet?”

“What?!” all three male voices cried out.

Sam rushed forward, trying to see the proof for himself. “You’re a dead man!”

Freed from the weight of Sam’s body, Bucky leaped forward toward Natasha and Sam. Slamming into Sam’s back, he snaked an arm around the other man, reaching frantically for his phone. He was done with them spying on his non-existent personal life.

Bucky smacked against Sam’s hands and arms, trying to dislodge the device.

“Stop!” Sam bellowed. “You’re hitting me like an eleven-year-old girl!”

“Gimme back my phone!” Bucky shouted.

Suddenly, the sound of ringing filled the small space of the kitchen. The scuffling stopped in an instant as everyone tried to figure out where the noise was coming from. Sam glimpsed down at his hands and jumped apart from Bucky as if he’d been burned. He looked horrified!

“Oh, shit!” Sam exclaimed, shoving the phone back at Bucky.

“What did you do?!” Bucky screeched when he realized the ringing was coming from his phone on speaker.

The sound ended abruptly, only to be replaced with the gentle tinkle of a woman’s voice.

“James?”

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hellooooo, 8, 17, 40, 45, 50 <3

*shows up a month late with coffee* helloooo thank you for the ask! <3 <3 <3

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

I love this question, there are simply too many songs I want to see fic-ified!

Somebody Else by the 1975

I always imagine this as like a college AU where stevetony are together, but then steve's childhood best friend bucky moves back to the states to go to uni after having to relocate with his family to Russia when he was a kid. steve is so excited to have his best friend back and at first, tony's really happy for him too! but slowly, he starts to feel more and more like there's something else going on, but steve keeps reassuring him that there definitely isn't. i like to think that there is some emotional infidelity, but steve is honestly in denial about it himself too until one day he realizes that he's in love with bucky, he'll always love bucky, and that their history is too great to ignore, so while he still cherishes tony deeply, he breaks up with him anyway. anytime i listen to the song, i imagine a fic with a scene where tony, steve, and bucky have all found themselves at the same party together and tony is just trapped there watching steve and bucky be so incredibly happy together and just bitterly ruminating on the whole thing, with steve feeling guilty for the way things ended and wanting to be a kind ex but tony just truly doesn't have the capacity to try and accept any sort of kindness from the guy who broke his heart. I don't think this is something i'd actually write though, but it's a fun scenario to Rotate :)

April Come She Will by Simon & Garfunkel

In my head I've been writing an 1872 fic based on this song for like 2 months fjksdlfjklsdjf.

It's pretty self explanatory, Sheriff Rogers has a whirlwind summer affair with this mysterious, brilliant and clever blacksmith who tears into town like a tornado and leaves Steve just as breathless. I think a lot about what the impetus for Tony leaving so suddenly would be, and the best idea I've come up with is that Tony finds out that Steve was shot with Stark bullets out of Stark rifles during the war, and it just reminds Tony of all the destruction and pain he caused that he had been running away from. The guilt from the fact that it was his own bullets, something he designed and created, that had caused this injury to Steve is just too great to deal with, so Tony starts distancing himself from Steve. He vanishes all too suddenly on Steve's birthday, with only a simple note and a small device he invented that will let Steve intercept Mayor Fisk's outgoing and incoming telegrams and help him save the town left behind to remember him by. in a few months, steve has done just that, and it's then—when he's finally ushered in a semblance of peace in the town with the help of tony's invention—that he hears the salacious news about millionaire weapons manufacturer Tony Stark dying in obscurity by the bottle in some unknown town even further west than Timely. Steve doesn't realize who it is until he sees the picture in the paper, and he suddenly understands why Tony was so stricken when he told him about his wartime injuries. :(

Heart of Gold by Johnny Cash

Another 1872 fic (but only in my brain😔✌️) about steve and tony, old and weathered and just about as married as you could be without ever realizing I love you stargazing and confessing their feelings to each other and it's all so soft and sweet and perfect in my head <3 <3 <3 Like they're talking about Steve retiring from being Sheriff and finally officially passing the baton to Red Wolf, and Tony's like got any big retirement plans Sheriff? i hear most people travel, I suppose if you're right willing i could take you to london and new york and paris and milan. wouldn't even make ya beg for it, retirement present and all and steve's like i don't know about all that stark, 'sides, i reckon there ain't anywhere on earth that's got stars that shine half as bright as the ones in timely do and tony's like an' how'd you know, world traveler that you aren't and they keep talking and joking and it's just like always and then steve admits his feelings for tony without being even a little shy about it, like it's a sure thing and it always has been and tony gets all flustered and they hold hands (they hold hands!!!!!!!!!!!!) and then Steve's gazing up at the night sky with a soft perfect smile on this weathered, wrinkling face and sure the stars aren't quite as crystal to his aging eyes as they were when he was a youngin' but that don't mean he can't enjoy the heavens blinking back at him like the angels themselves are sending him morse code messages. and tony isn't looking at the stars at all, not even a little bit. he's just holding on to steve's hand and can't stop looking at his face, in awe and in love with the cosmos, and he sees the moonlight glint off the Sheriff's badge and he thinks that in all the places he's ever traveled, he can't remember a brighter star than the one he's found here in timely, neither <3

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

In S1 E12, Gamma World Part 1, the first scene between Black Widow and Madame Hydra in the entire show is Black Widow showing up to offer the Hulk's blood to Madame Hydra but the exchange is interrupted by Hawkeye bursting in and ruining the deal and tying up Black Widow and it's extremely a little BDSM-coded. But the minute i saw Madame Hydra & Black Widow in the same room together my brain just went *WOMEN* and since then i've always wanted an AU where Hawkeye isn't successful in stopping Black Widow from handing over Hulk's blood and instead of all the commotion that took place in the actual episode, immediately after the exchange Madame Hydra has sex with Black Widow in a power play and at the end of it Madame Hydra reveals to Black Widow that they've killed Clint and even though she and Clint are lovers, Natasha could never tell him she wasn't actually a HYDRA double-agent so he died thinking she betrayed him but she can't reveal any of that in the moment bc Madame Hydra is still watching for her reaction so instead she simply doesn't react at all to the body of her dead lover who was killed at the orders of the woman she only consented to sex with under threat that she'd find out she's an undercover SHIELD agent otherwise

40. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

Yeah I reread fics all the time!! If it's a longer fic though, I usually just revisit the more emotionally cathartic or smutty bits and pieces whenever the whim strikes me

45. What’s something you’ve improved on since you started writing fic?

hmmm, i think i'm getting better at not being afraid of my own words and letting things be a little bad so that they can have a chance to be written at all.

Also i like to think i'm improving at writing dialogue, but i suppose the reader would be the better judge of that

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

i feel like i'm all talked out lol 😅 But I like this question: 4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of? bc i'm really proud of that tiny treatise on religion i wrote in Paradise Blue.

"Religion is the price of admission men pay to gamble for a chance at receiving the Lord's mercy"

It's not an outlook I necessarily agree with, but it's definitely an understandable perspective and it was fun & challenging & very rewarding to figure out how to convey this sentiment in so few words and in a tone that I think fits 1872.

#signed sealed delivered #anakincito #scribbles #evwrites #1872 #1872 my beloved #stevetony #thank you bestie for the ask i had SO much fun answering these :D #EMH

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to build a home [leah rilke]

leah rilke x fem reader

requested: I love your works so much I have read all of them many times! I had an au where maybe Toni’s younger biological sister who happens to be Leah’s gf was also on the plane and when they crash Leah and Toni do everything to find her and keep her alive when they see she’s in bad shape

*not my gif*

You sat at the cool metal table from where you and the rest of the girls were being quarantined under.

There were two men sitting in front of you. They said they were your friends, but after you’ve been through on the island. All of the conspiracies you went through...there’s no way that they’re actually FBI agents.

“So you and Leah Rilke are dating?” Agent Faber asks and you just nod, “How did you two meet?” he asks again.

You took a bite of the sushi that they brought you after you requested it, “I was in the foster care system for a long time in Minnesota. I went around lot, but somehow someway I was in California. That’s where I met my adoptive parents and Leah.”

“Your adoptive parents were originally only supposed to foster you right?” they ask and you nod, “Seems like you made quite the impression.”

“I guess you could say that.”

“Kids this is Y/N, your new foster sibling.” Mrs. Baylee says, introducing me to the rest of their kids, “This is Atticus, Lincoln, and Elizabeth.”

I just wave at the three kids. Atticus seemed around my age, Lincoln was slightly younger, and Elizabeth looked like she could be in third grade or something of the sort.

“You’ll be staying in Elizabeth’s room and going to school with them tomorrow. Atticus here is in the same grade as you so he’ll help you manage.” Mr. Baylee explains and you nod softly.

He laughs to himself, “Don’t talk much, do ya?”

“Hudson!” Mrs. Baylee exclaims and you just laugh.

“Don’t worry it’s completely okay. I get that a lot.” you say, talking for the first time.

“Well we’re happy to have you and I hope to change that not talking thing.” Mr. Baylee says with a smile.

You look at the two men, “And you met Leah at school that day?”

Again just one nod.

“Alright well this is where your homeroom is. I don’t know if you need anything, but I’m here. Just give me a shout.” Atticus says and I nod, “I’ll see you around.”

He walks away down the hall towards the rest of his friends. You enter your classroom and see a bunch of hipster girls wearing cool clothes. And here you were wearing a t-shirt and ripped jeans.

“Crazy, right?” a voice says to you and you turn your head to find the sound, “It’s like required that the girls here have to be hipster posting on their Instagram 24/7.”

You were met with a beautiful brunette with bright blue eyes, “It makes me feel boring.”

“But the best girls out there are boring and beautiful.” she smiles at you coyly, “I’m Leah,” she says, extending her hand out to you.

“Y/N.”

“But there was more to your story than what meets the eye. You had an older sister, that you were separated from in the foster system.” Agent Faber says and you nod.

“How did the two of you meet again?” Agent Young asks.

You scratch the back of your head, “My foster parents said that we had to get a signature from my birth mom to officially adopt me. They asked a lady to help us, I think her name was Gretchen, to find my birth mom. Gretchen said that she was in Minnesota and that I have an older sister.”

“But you already knew that you had an older sister?” Agent Young questions and you nod.

“I was 7 when we were separated, I couldn’t forget the girl who always protected me.”

You sat at the cafeteria table in the rehab center your mom was in with your foster parents. Twiddling your fingers that was in your lap. Another girl with brunette hair came in with what looked like to be her mom. And then another middle aged lady came in.

All of us sitting at the table. No one willing to speak to each other.

The middle aged lady spoke up, “Hi girls.”

Me and the other girl who looked a little older than me stared at each other, “Toni?” was all you could whisper.

“You remember?” she asks and you nod.

“How could I forget my big sister?” you reply.

The both of you stand up crashing into each other’s arms in a hug. She put her hair in my hand and tighten my arms around her.

“I’ve missed you kiddo.” Toni whispers.

“I’ve missed you too.”

You don’t know why they were asking you all these questions. They would be more focused on the island than what happened before. So you decided to tell them the truth, but once it comes to the island...you’re gonna hide as much as you possibly can.

“Were you dating Leah before or after this?” he asks.

“Shortly after.” you reply simply.

The two of you were laying on the rough floor at the campsite you and your friends decided to go to.

Your foster parents let you go. After months of being with them they’ve grown quite fond of you. They really brought you into their home with open arms and even Hudson loosened you up and got you talking to them more. And the kids they’ve been nothing but sweet to you, but no one can replace your actual sister.

You turned your head to look at the beautiful brunette next to you. To find that she was already staring at you.

“Whatcha looking at?” you ask her softly.

“You.” she replies, “You’re so beautiful.”

Leah’s hand reaches out towards you. She cups your cheek softly and you lean into the soft touch of her hand. Her beautiful blue eyes staring at you in awe as they slowly drift down to look at your lips.

She does it once more, asking permission to kiss you. You nod subtly and the two of you slowly start to lean in, like two magnets being completely drawn to one another.

The two of you finally connect your lips moving in perfect harmony. And it felt like coming home. Kissing her felt like coming home after a long trip, finally getting to sleep in your own bed for the first time. In your whole life full of uncertainty, you finally felt at home. With Leah.

“Be my girlfriend?” you blurt out after the two of you pull apart.

Leah chuckles softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, “Take me on a date first and we’ll go from there. Deal?”

“Deal.” you say with a wide smile on your face before leaning back in to kiss her again.

Agent Young starts reading your file as you take yet another bite of the sushi they sent you. You twiddle your hands in your lap looking around the small interrogation room.

“So how did you two find out about the trip?” Agent Fader asks, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.

“My parents thought it would be cool if me and Toni went on a trip together. Since we’ve been separated for so long. Toni told them about Martha’s trip that her mom signed her up for.” you explain.

Agent Fader cuts you off, before you could continue, “Where was Toni staying at the time?” he asks.

“Martha’s parents were fostering her. She was the lady who came with her when we went to visit our birth mom,” you answer, “Anyway, Martha’s mom told my parents all about the trip. She signed Toni up, they signed me up, and eventually Leah convinced her parents to sign her up so we could spend the summer together.”

“But it didn’t go as planned.” Agent Young chimes in.

You nod with a tight-lipped smile, “Yeah it didn't.”

The two of you were in the backseat of your parents minivan. Your siblings were up in the middle seat, while you and Leah squished in the back.

“Why am I nervous? Should I be nervous?” Leah rambles.

You told Toni all about Leah and being the protective sister she is, she did not react well.

Saying things like: “If I see her be rude to you in anyway, I will not hesitate to throw my piss at her.”

You grab Leah’s hand intertwining your fingers together, before kissing her hand softly, “Lee, baby, breathe.” you say softly, “She’s gonna realize how happy you make me and everything will be okay.”

She lets out a deep breath, closing her eyes a little, “Thank you.” she whispers and you nod in response, kissing her cheek softly.

The two of you reach the airport. Your parents helping you guys get your luggage out of the trunk. They hug you tightly, kissing the top of your head.

“Be safe please.” your mom says to you, squeezing you a little tighter.

You nod, “I will, I promise.”

“Leah, look after this one. She’s a handful. If she ever gets too much just feed her to the sharks.” your dad jokes, giving her a hug.

“Oh I will not hesitate to do so Mr. Baylee.” she replies, returning his hug.

You stare at the two of them with an incredulous look on your face. Both of them laugh at your face before giving each other a high five. Your dad walks up to you and wraps his arms around you, ruffling your hair in the process.

“I’ll see you in a month, don’t be too much trouble.” he says and you tighten the hug.

“I’ll see you later.”

You give each of your siblings a hug, ruffling the boys hair which causes them to let out a groan in response.

You and Leah make your way to the gate of the private jet. Where Toni was already sitting in her basketball tank top.

“Oh God.” Leah mumbles.

“You got this!” you say to her, kissing her cheek to ease the tension.

You catch Toni’s eyes, running up to her to give her a big hug. When the two of you pull away she looks at Leah, extending her hand out to her.

“Toni.” she says simply.

Leah shakes her hand and I could see her swallow back her nervousness, “Leah.”

“And you must be Martha!” you exclaim at the girl who was sat next to Toni’s seat.

She stands up to give you a small hug, “Hi Y/N! It’s nice to meet you!”

You and Leah take a seat across from your sister and her best friend. Waiting for the chance to be able to board the plane.

“She scares me.” Leah murmurs under her breath, low enough for only you to hear.

“So the plane crashes, then what happened?” Agent Fader asks.

“I almost died.”

“Y/N!” Leah screams as she starts swimming back to shore, “Y/N!!” she yells out again.

Searching frantically for where you were. The last thing Leah remembers is holding onto you for dear life before passing out. The rest of it is a big blur.

“Leah!” Toni yells, running towards her, limping slightly.

“Have you seen Y/N?!” the two girls yell at the same time.

“Shit.” Leah says.

“Fuck.” Toni says at the exact same time.

The two run along the shore desperate to find your body. Until they see Dot doing CPR on a girl, the two instantly make their way towards her. Only to see Jeanette passed out and not you.

“Have you seen Y/N?” Leah asks, out of breath.

Dot shakes her head, “No sorry.”

“Help! We need help over here!” Rachel yells.

She was carrying a limp body in her arms running towards the rest of the group. Leah and Toni take one look at each other before taking off towards Rachel, meeting her halfway. Only to see you lying in her arms passed out.

Rachel lays you down on the floor, “She was drowning. I went in and I pulled her out.”

Toni immediately starts doing CPR, a little too fast. But she tries to get her posture under her control to save you.

“C’mon baby. Wake up please.” Leah pleads, tears filling her eyes.

Toni starts murmuring under her breath something incoherent. But she keeps mumbling it over and over again. Leah notices drops falling onto your lifeless face, she leans down a little more to see Toni crying.

“Toni let me take over.” the blue eyed girl says.

Toni just shakes her head, “No I’m fine!” she yells.

But she just goes back to murmuring under her breath. Martha and Shelby come up and everyone’s staring at the sight in front of them.

“Y/N I just got you back!” Toni finally screams, “You can’t die on me!”

“Please. You’re my home Y/N. I need you.” Leah whispers.

After endless amounts of CPR from Toni. The rest of the girls take turns when exhaustion starts to take over all of them. It’s weird that everyone here knows CPR.

Dot was about to give up when you start coughing up water. Leah immediately cups your cheek in her hand as you continue coughing.

“Oh thank God!” Shelby exclaims.

Toni looks at you with a worried look on her face. The ocean water making your hair wet as it plasters onto your face, “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.” you say with a nod.

She lets out a relieved breath before hitting your arm hard, “Ow what the fuck?!” you yell at your sister.

“You can’t scare me like that.” she whispers, tears filling into her eyes.

She takes you into a hug, rubbing her back softly. You turn to look at your girlfriend who still had tears dripping down her face. You take her face in your hands, wiping away the tears.

“When I told your dad I’d get rid of you I was just kidding.” she says with a small chuckle.

You match her laugh, smiling at her softly. You kiss her forehead softly, “You can’t get rid of me that easily, Rilke.”

“All of the girls knew CPR. If just one of them didn’t, I don’t think I’d be here right now.” you state bluntly.

“What happens next?” Agent Young asks, looking at you intrigued.

“That’s what started our two months in Hell.”

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