#as if peggy would EVER be chicken

[wanderingelvis]

Sparkly Little Thing ✨🧚🏻 | A Yandere!Elvis fic

Summary: Reader isn't dumb per se, she's just sweet but she's also the latest signing on Elvis' label. Elvis just wants to protect her, and make sure that she won't fall into the same traps that he did during the earlier years of his career - even if that means taking advantage of her.

Pairings: Late 60s/Early 70s!Elvis x Naive F!Reader

🧚🏻 Masterlist 🧚🏻 Warnings: Soft Yandere themes, emotional manipulation, parental abuse, potential headspace regression - if I've missed out any, please send me a message, I'll update accordingly.

Tomorrow would be your first day as the latest signing to RCA and your whole life had turned upside down. You'd come from a pokey little town, out in the country, far, far away from the dazzling lights and hustle of Los Angeles.

You grew up in a modest, converted barn with your mother, where you both got by with the basics. You were perfectly content with the basics, you liked the basics - the little lawn that backed onto the barn and the chickens you both kept, the porch that you'd sit on to read your books in the daytime, and watch stars during the nighttime. 

 Your mother had always wanted more though, more money, more notoriety and more everything - and you were her ticket to that. She'd dragged you to auditions throughout your childhood, neglecting your education and your personal development to prioritise photoshoots for television advertorials or small background roles in a television show. Naturally, you never saw a dime, but why would you when you were a child? But the money that your mother promised to set aside for you as you grew up, would still never appear. 

Still, you'd hit the jackpot after wowing executives from RCA after a rendition of 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow' from The Wizard of Oz, a movie that you'd actually never, even seen. Your mother sat there, her smile was wide and her eyes were filled with dollar signs, as the executives told you that you'd be doing some backing singing for some other artists as you would be trained to grow into their latest sparkly little thing, producing your own records and performing small shows.

You never wanted to be famous - in fact, you were perfectly content with just sitting in your front lawn with your books and cats, contently watching life go by without anyone knowing your name. Obviously, you were feeling a little nervous about the whole thing. Actually, you were feeling very nervous.

You had a friend from home who was an integral part of the label. Peggy worked on the sound systems and was a little bit older than you were. She'd come from the same small town as you, in fact, she'd grown up just down the same street as you. She was almost like a big sister to you really, she'd always been protective of you and loved you dearly. Your mother knew that too, and Peggy was the reason you'd even bagged an audition.

Your mother had written to her, practically begging her to talk to her boss, which Peggy was happy to do as she knew you were a talented girl. In fact, it was Peggy that took you to your first ever grown up party, one that one of the label executives was hosting at their large villa.

"It's okay, Y/N. You look adorable! Stop your frettin', will ya?" Peggy laughed, batting her hand at you, who was just trying to smooth out any creases and crinkles in your dress. You frowned. You felt like you looked silly, you loved your outfit but you were worried about wearing it to a real grown up party, full of movie stars and singers that you admired and you felt like you were going to stick out like a sore thumb.

The party was bustling, the smell of spilled champagne and cigar smoke consumed the rooms and it was all a little loud for you, but you loved it. You were in awe of it all, the curious little thing that you were.

You and Peggy mingled with the other guests for a while, well, actually Peggy chatted away to the fancy looking people whilst you smiled nervously, not saying a word whilst looking down a double and triple checking your dress looked okay.

"Honey, c'mere. I need'ta go in the drinks room with my friend Tommy, 'kay? I need ya to stand guard for me? Not let anyone in? Can you do that for me honey?" Peggy asked you. She didn't want you to wander off into the sordid party, but she could equally use someone to just make sure her time with the cameraman wasn't to be interrupted. 

"Sure can Peggy! I'll make sure no-one comes in! Promise!" You said eagerly, nodding along with her. She smiled at you, squeezing the top of your arm before taking Tommy's hand and he lead them into the drinks room, giggling. 

 You quietly stood by the door that was tucked away a little. You could see a long corridor near a stairwell and lots of passersby. You saw some people you'd seen from your audition and tours around the label, but you didn't run to say hello, even if you'd liked to. No, you had a very important job and that was to make sure Peggy was going to have a nice and uninterrupted time with her friend Tommy. 

 You looked down at your shoes, furrowing your brows when you noticed that they were a little scuffed and more worse for wear than you'd like. You were at a big Hollywood party for goodness sake and here you were with shoes that were nearly falling apart.

You - well, your mother - hadn't been paid yet so you weren't exactly in a position to be buying new, shiny, things even if you'd like them. You frowned and chewed your lips as you looked down on the shoes, trying to work out how you could neaten them up so they'd look a little more presentable. As your mind was busy focusing on your shoes, you were snapped out of your thoughts by a deep voice and two large shadows appearing to loom over you.

"Move out of the way, hon." A short, clearly agitated man, said to you. "No, no! You can't go in there!" You said, trying quickly to get between the door and the two men - particularly the shorter one at the front.

"Get outta the way, kid. Elvis can do whatever he wants." The short, little man grunted as the two stood tall over you. The man, who you quickly realised was perhaps the most famous man on the planet right now, and definitely the most important person on the label, was the Elvis Presley.

Elvis stayed silent, grinning smugly, down at you, who he thought was awful cute.

"Nuh-uh! My best friend, Peggy, she's in there! She said no-one can go I and I gotta keep guard for her so you can't go in, even if you are Mr Presley! I'm real sorry, I-I just made a promise." You stammered, not exactly making eye contact. You felt extremely nervous and cornered.

The smaller man, practically seethed at your words. "Look here kid, I don't give a damn if you've made a promise, we're going in, now move!" He said, forcefully grabbing your arm in a tight grip, making you yelp and stumble over your own two feet at the jolt, falling forward directly into Elvis Presley's chest.

"Goddamnit Billy, you hurt the little lady. Get outta here, go find me another cigar, goddammit." Elvis growled, wrapped his arms around you, whilst you tried to find your feet, your cheeks scarlet red with embarrassment at the scene. "You okay there, little one? Sorry about Billy, he gets it into his head that he's more important than he actually is. Are you hurt, sweet thing?" Elvis asked softly, once Billy had turned a corner.

"Um -" You stuttered. "I'm real sorry. I should've let you in." You said quietly, your eyes glossy.

"What the fuck is going on out here?" Peggy snapped, as the door flung wide open as did her eyes when they landed on the Elvis Presley rubbing circles on your back - a sight that she never thought she'd see. "Jeez Louise." She sighed.

She and Elvis knew each other, Peggy often fixed sound problems for a lot of Elvis' recordings and they got on well. However, Peggy knew, just like everyone who'd been around at RCA for long enough, that no-one would dare to mess with Elvis. Elvis could be the most charming, charismatic man in the room, and he always was, but everyone knew that he got what he wanted and he would do anything to get it - and he could be scary.

"Oh hey Pegs. Your friend here was determined to let you to your privacy and Billy got a bit... well... he got a bit like Billy, didn't he?" Elvis chuckled with a slightly fed up tone in his voice.

"You okay, flower?" Peggy asked you in a softer tone.

"Uh-huh, was just bein' stupid." You muttered, suddenly shy at the attention that Peggy and Elvis were giving you.

"No honey, you were just doin' what I asked, I shouldn't have put you in that position. What about me and you go get a drink?" Peggy suggested.

Elvis watched as Peggy looked back at whichever fella she had been schmoozing with, he knew that she'd been having a good time and that her cute, little friend could sure give him a good time too.

"Pegs, you go and have your fun, I'll get this little lady a drink." Elvis said.

"No, I'm sure you're real busy anyway Elvis, besides, I told her Momma I'd keep an eye on her." Peggy said.

"It really ain't a problem, Matty has been chasin' me like one of 'em rabid dogs trying to get me to sing for everyone so he can boast to all his friends that he had me do it at his party." Elvis said. It was true, but Elvis also just wanted to get to know you better. "Now, I'll get her a drink, and you can get back to that fella of yours." Elvis chuckled. He'd always liked Peggy.

"Non-alcoholic." Peggy warned Elvis firmly, who nodded.

Elvis extended his hand for you to take. You glanced at it and looked up at Elvis, who just laughed a little at you. "Ain't gonna bite you, honey." He insisted with a smile.

And in that moment, you decided to trust him.

Elvis took you upstairs, where it was a little less crowded and little more quiet. Elvis spotted you as soon as you walked in with Peggy, he'd kept an eye on you and it wasn't until Peggy had finally left you alone that Elvis decided it'd be the perfect time for him and Billy to head over to you, all under the guise of wanting a drink - that's what he'd told Billy.

He'd noticed you jump a little every time a bottle of champagne was popped, or someone hollered a little louder than usual. You were a skittish little thing. He'd also noticed how you were relentless in trying to smooth out the pleats on your pretty dress and how it was so obvious that you kept comparing your dress to all the other women that were at the party. As Elvis watched you from the other side of the room earlier, he'd noticed that you were growing increasingly insecure at your appearance at the party.

But it was understandable, you looked more conservative than the rest - you looked virginal and Elvis could tell from a mile away. You didn't exactly look like a woman, you looked like a girl, like a little deer in headlights and completely out of place, even if you so desperately wanted to be there and fulfil your mother's dreams. 

Elvis had observed how you'd picked up one some snickering from other women at the party at your appearance, making you feel shy and embarrassed. You really did like your dress, you thought it was so pretty but you realised it wasn't exactly the right thing to wear to a record label party and the feeling made you very self-conscious.

 Elvis lead you to a quieter bar and you watched as he greeted and joked around with the barman, it was like he knew everyone at this party. He radiated an almost scary energy as you watched him, he had more charisma in a single hair on his head than most people you'd met had in their whole body. You could see why he was considered the King of Rock 'n' Roll.

"I'll take a Gin Rickey and a fruit punch for the little lady, hold the alcohol." Elvis said cooly before continuing to talk to the barman about a previous party they must've been at. 

"One Gin Rickey and a Virgin fruit punch, comin' right up." The barman said, getting to work on making your drinks.

You stayed quiet by Elvis' side, feeling incredibly small and insignificant next to him, but the feelings were intertwined with those of comfort, no-one would give you any nasty looks for your dress if you were stood by Elvis, no-one would be looking at you if he was there, and you didn't mind that.

You were brought out out of your thoughts by cold glasses slamming on the wooden bar, one being placed directly in front of you. Your eyes widened at the drink, you'd never had a drink like this, it looked beautiful. 

"Wow..." You whispered quietly to yourself, your doe eyes trained on the tall glass that had a cherry in it along with a slice of pineapple and had different colours layered in the drink.

"Impressive, ain't it?" Elvis chuckled, sipping his drink. You fluttered your eyes up to him, giving him a bashful smile, still a bit confused at why Elvis was so attentive to you. You quietly nodded in agreement, offering Elvis a shy smile. "How about we go somewhere a little quieter, doll?" Elvis suggested, placing his large hand on the small of your back, guiding you to a large, unoccupied couch in a quiet corner.

Elvis consumed the couch, dominating all the space around him to the point that he was intimidating yet inviting. He placed and arm on the back of the furniture, allowing space for you to sit by him.

You were nervous, naturally, this was the biggest star on the lot, and if your mother knew you were sat beside the Elvis Presley, she could quite possibly faint. Your heart rate picked up a little, knowing that even though your mother wasn't here, there was an unbearable mountain of pressure on your little shoulders to impress him.

But you didn't need to feel any pressure because Elvis was already obsessed with you.

You perched on the edge of the couch, holding your ice cold drink with both hands, the cool droplets making your hands wet but you didn't really know what else to do. Elvis could see that you were tense and nervous, but he didn't need to rush you, he could play the long game.

"That's a pretty lil' dress you got, ain't it sweetheart?" Elvis observed and your brows furrowed. You liked the dress a lot - it was the only one you had, but Elvis was Elvis, your tatty little dress was hardly impressive. But, Elvis was the first and only person to give you a compliment all night on the outfit that you'd really tried hard with, and that meant something to you.

"Really? You like it?" You said softly, your fingers delicately tracing the hemline of the skirt, being carefully not to cause and creases or mess up the pleats.

"Mhmm." Elvis hummed, leaned all the way back on the sofa as opposed to you, who was practically hanging off the edge of the front of the couch. He could only see the side of your face and you couldn't see his at all, unless you moved your whole body, but you were too scared to face him just yet.

"It's my only party dress." You told him quietly, your eyes still trained on the skirt, though you could feel Elvis' eyes trained on you. "Well, um, it's not really like the other dresses at this party." You said, your insecurity and innocence shining through.

"You're right, it ain't, it's prettier." Elvis commented, knowing the remark would draw you to him.

In some kind of twisted way, he didn't mind that other women at the party had snickered at your outfit. Elvis knew the little babydoll dress would make you look inexperienced and not fit in with the crowd, but he still thought you were the most angelic little thing he'd seen at any of these parties. Had other people at the party actually have been nicer to you, maybe you wouldn't have stayed so close to Elvis' side. Elvis revelled in the fact that you were feeling down, so that he could be the one to bring you back up again.

You turned your head to look behind you, staring at him to check if he was being serious, and oh boy he was. You blushed and chewed a little on your lip, taking in the words.

He was kinder than you thought he would be. You'd heard lots about Elvis Presley, but here he was, practically babysitting you for Peggy when he could be anywhere with anyone.

You were a bubbly, outgoing little thing who loved making friends but Elvis sure did you make you nervous. It wasn't just his status as the King of Rock 'n' Roll but his whole demeanour exuded a dominance and power that was overwhelming, causing you to be a little more shy and reserved than you normally would be - even if you did desperately want to be his friend, he'd been nicer to you than anyone else at the party.

Naturally, it wasn't the first time that Elvis had made a girl go all quiet and shy but it was a rare occasion. Anyone would've thought that many girls would become shy and intimidated by him but in reality, most of the women he met were adoring fans and women at the label that knew they had one chance with him so would throw themselves at him.

"So you're Peggy's friend huh? Or little sister?" Elvis asked.

"Oh, um, no Peggy's not my sister but I always used to wish she was, and um, I guess she is sorta like a big sister! We're friends, she used to live on the same street as me and Momma and we grew up together, she's kinda like my best friend 'spose." You told Elvis fondly, you absolutely idolized and adored Peggy. "She's real cool," You giggled angelically, making Elvis' heart rate pick up at the sound.

"You here visitin' her then, doll?" Elvis asked as he watched you shake your head with a soft giggle as you revealed to him that you were the latest signing to RCA.

You began to slowly open up to Elvis, babbling on about how you were actually very nervous about being at RCA and all you wanted to do was make your Momma proud, and Peggy too. Elvis nodded along, humming at the appropriate times to show he was listening as you answered all of his many questions. 

The minutes turned into hours and you began to feel totally comfortable in Elvis' presence, he still intimidated you, there was no denying that, but equally, he was making every effort to make you feel relaxed and to make you trust him.

Eventually, Peggy found the pair of you, you were now sat much closer to Elvis, curled up on the big couch with your fifth drink.

"There you are flower! Havin' a good time?" Peggy beamed.

"Oh yes! Look at my drink! It's a fruit punch without alcohol, what was that word, um, the word that the barman called it?" You asked Elvis, looking for his help.

"Virgin, honey." Elvis said cooly.

"And it was so good Peggy! D'ya wanna try?!" 

"No honey, we gotta get you home! You got your first proper day tomorrow!" Peggy said.

A little yawn escaped your lips, the sleepiness and exhaustion from the overstimulating party taking over your small body. Elvis and Peggy both watched fondly as you rubbed your eyes with your balled up fists, making the mascara that Peggy had applied for you smudge ever so slightly.

"Now, I think it's definitely time to go home and into bed, flower." Peggy smiled, smoothing out a stray strand of hair of yours.

A pout formed on your plump lips at the words, you'd been having such a fun time with Elvis, you really didn't want it to end. "Oh Peggy, Elvis was gonna tell me about his first day at RCA and I really wanted t'hear it, can we stay for the story? Please?" You said with those bush baby eyes that anyone would find it near impossible to refuse, but Peggy managed.

"Not tonight, hon, you know I made a promise to ya Momma to have you back home before 1am." Peggy smiled.

"I know." You mumbled in defeat with a hint of sadness, you knew Peggy as just doing her best by you even if you did want to stay and spend all night talking to your new found friend, Elvis. 

"Pegs is right darlin', you don't wanna be all sleepy and yawnin' on ya first day, do ya baby?" Elvis chided, leaning over to comfort you by rubbing gentle circles on your back, which just made you feel all the more drowsy.

"Nuh-uh," You agreed cutely.

"Say goodnight and goodbye to Elvis, Y/N." Peggy instructed as you and Elvis rose from the couch.

You didn't really hesitate in wrapping your arms around Elvis' torso as he towered over you, the height difference appearing to be quite noticeable. You usually wouldn't be so forward as to hug somebody that you'd only met a couple of hours ago but there was something inviting and comforting about Elvis that you craved. 

Elvis reciprocated your hug, cuddling a little and chuckling at your sweet action. 

"Am I gonna see you again?" You asked nervously, blushing vulnerably.

"'Course baby, you're comin' t'see my studio and trailer remember?" Elvis said, reminding you of one of the interactions in your long conversation with the man where he offered to show you a tour of his recording studio and his trailer that you eagerly accepted without much hesitation.

 Peggy watched the interaction between you, her little childhood friend and the most famous man in the world. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she didn't exactly like what she was witnessing.

"'Kay," You giggled adorably. "Buh-bye Elvis." You said, taking Peggy's outstretched hand. 

"Bye baby." Elvis said fondly, watching as Peggy promptly led you out of the room and away from him, but not before you managed to turn back and wave goodbye to him enthusiastically.

Two things were certain as you left the party: 

1. Your first grown up party had been a success.

2. Elvis was obsessed with you.

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[g0dspeeed]

hello hello! I'm a little late but can I please hear more about "Jacob's Nightmare?" (--direwombat)

Tagging @cassietrn , @sharkyboshaw , & @ivymarquis ♥️

This snippet idea comes from Cappie's story. It is rumored that she died in a car crash on the night of Joseph's Reaping, a failed attempt to flee from the Peggies that invaded The Spread Eagle.

Jacob left Cappie in order to fulfill his role in the Project, a decision he regrets, so much so that he tried to save her that night. His failure haunts him, often in the form of a vivid nightmare

The evening air held a familiar stagnence to it, a sort of musty, metallic quality that belonged to all the old government buildings of Hope County. His clothes smelled like it, too, which might have been a good thing according to poor, poor John, for Jacob reeked of a sweaty odor thanks to the nature of the Soldier’s Good Work and frank apathy about such things like personal hygiene. Too busy. Too much to do. A pen flicked across another report, little chicken scratches adorning the page like tracks, those jotty paths of his mind and the never ending worries that came with ordained leadership. Jacob was perched at the edge of his chair, the warm glow of the desk lamp illuminating the current source of his ire. Another list of prospects, most unworthy, true, but the Father had his hope, that damned belief that everyone had a purpose. Jacob needed sleep, but he didn't want it. He couldn't, even if he tried– “Hey.” Blue eyes snapped up from the reports. The windows that faced him were black and the shadows plenty, but as Jacob looked about the office, he sensed that he was not alone. Ridiculous, he knew, for the room was very much empty, but the feeling persisted and weighed heavy. The eldest Seed resumed his work despite the hour, despite the lack of sleep over the past few days. The Reaping was a week ago. There was still so much to be– “So much to be done.” The voice was light, hardly above a whisper, yet grounded by a familiar, lazy drawl. It grounded him for Jacob knew that voice, knew it intimately, and when he looked up again, there she was. Everything about her made him hurt. From her soft, dark hair that stopped short of her strong shoulders, the slice of a scar down her cheek, to her sunkissed skin, the woman before him made his heart stop and mouth dry. Cappie looked well, though she was dressed in that god-awful Whitetail jacket hanging off her frame. It didn’t belong on her, not really, for Jacob knew she loathed such a concept as a militia, of banners and flags. But, that wild woman had made an exception, and Jacob would deny it that it made his resolve against Eli Palmer any more bitter than it already was. Cappie glowed, almost as much as those verdant eyes of hers that were mocking in his appraisal, glittering like emeralds. Jacob swallowed. He could not find the words, could not ask how she managed to get in, to slip past all his defenses. Her new smile, how it spread and ticked up that daring scar, made his skin crawl. “How did I?” echoed Cappie in a conspirator’s whisper. “You’re wondering that, aren’t you? How did I get in? How come I got so close?” The pen fell from his hand as Cappie moved closer, her steps ever light and not making a single sound. He could feel his heart racing, a steady roll of thunder that echoed the fear and the— “Guilt,” said Cappie. Her head tilted to one side as she stood before him. Her fingers twitched at her sides. Jacob wondered if she would touch him, feared that she could. Because she shouldn’t. Because she couldn’t ever again. “You killed me.” Her words, the ones he had told himself over, and over, and over again, pierced him, speared him in his chair. It was then that he smelled it, not the sterility of the Veterans Center, but something foul and burned. Beyond Cappie, the tile was scorched where she stepped from the shadows, all ash and blackened footfalls. “You killed me,” she accused again, her face falling into rage, into smarting tears that threatened to spill from her lashline. He wanted nothing more than to catch them like rain. “You left me to burn!”

#Jacob seed #oc: cappie de la costa

[derelictheretic]

I gotta hear about SMFYaM Lola Jail Scene and/or Joseph staring at Dean like a creep. again. Those pieces sound so good!

I'll share some of the Lola Jail Scene bc it's gonna take a while to get to it and I just love experimenting with Lola! This is set just at the beginning of the peggies starting their assault on the jail.

I don't write with a comedic tone ever so it's refreshing writing her and I hope it's as fun for everyone else as it is for me!

"Let me at her!"

Lola screeched like an untamed banshee, hands shaking the metal bars on the cell Nancy had been thrown in—For her own safety more than anyone else's. Lola was fuming, ready to throttle her old confidant and ex-favourite-milf. Addelaide would hold that spot now, even if she didn't make her cookies, she was better than the lying traitor who sold out her baby duckling and best friends. Not to mention Earl! She thought for sure those two flirted a few times, she couldn't fathom how Nancy could throw him under the bus like that. For Joseph's sad flat ass no less. Lola couldn't wrap her head around it and she didn't want to, she wanted revenge.

"Give it a rest Lola we kinda have more important shit to be worrying about right now!" Tracey barked at her, walking past with an arm full of ammo. Lola kicked the bars and glowered down at the cowering older woman, Tracey was right of course. She would deal with Nancy later. She'd think about a good enough punishment for her while she was gone, none that Earl would allow but she could still think about them.

She followed after Tracey with a pout, dwadling while everyone else ran around her like headless chickens. Understandable; Peggies hitting them from all sides was something to warrant some stress. Lola paused by the armory as Tracey raced outside, her grey eyes eyeing the guns left. She groaned in frustration, shaking her head and continuing outside without grabbing one. She needed a bit more hands on stress relief right now and those tiny gun weren't gonna cut it. She needed to get dirty, really put her mind and body into it.

She didn't show it, and didn't really acknowledge it herself, but she was scared—Not for herself. She was a big girl, she could handle some religious rednecks, she'd dealt with plenty in her lifetime. But she was worried for her friends, Dean especially. He was new to the team, a little naive despite his age and he didn't seem like someone who could take a life. Which was something the situation very well called for. She mused over it as she hooked her hand around the handle of a metal shovel, climbing up the cars by the stone wall and jumping over it. She landed on the shell of a bus on the other side before jumping off onto the ground.

She hoped Dean was still kicking out there, she wouldn't be able to sleep at night if he got taken out because she slept through Earl calling her. Going to bed blackout drunk never did her any favours. She was just glad she'd been immune to hangovers for a while now, she would have started swinging a shovel around a lot earlier if she had that kind of headache.

#she's just a funny silly goofy lil gal yanno????? #a funny silly goofly lil gal about to unapologetically break some peggie necks <3 #misc: wips #misc: tag game #oc: Lola Darling #Far Cry Tag #dean answers #aceghosts

[hayffiebird]

Tag Game

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better. I was tagged by @mega-aulover Thanks girl!

Three ships:

Hayffie. Surprised? 😂 I’ve been a diehard fan of Haymitch Abernathy and Effie Trinket (”The Hunger Games”) since december 2012.

I was writing a sci-fi/dystopian novel at the time and was deep-diving through the genre when I happened to see the trailer in a movie theater. And here’s what’s spooky: I face claimed Jennifer Lawrence for my heroine and taped a picture of her in my notebook BEFORE Jen was cast as Katniss. 😱

Before Hayffie there was Huddy - Gregory House and Lisa Cuddy from ”House MD”. I first discovered FFnet because of them, years before I knew there was something called Tumblr.

And before that, way back when I was a teenager, it was Fox Mulder and Dana Scully from “The X Files”. My very first real obsession! Have like 20 TV recorded VHS tapes to prove it.

First ever ship:

It’s a tie between Nellie Oleson and Percival Dalton from “Little House on the Prairie” and C.C. Babcock and Niles the Butler from “The Nanny”. And you know a funny thing about that fandom: It’s pretty much universally agreed upon that Niles’s last name is Brightmore. It’s even more “canon” than the fan name Finn for Finnick and Annie’s son.

I don’t know why my ships are always so straight. First thinking about it I came up with no gay couples I’ve shipped other than Bert and Ernie from “Sesame Street” but then I remembered what a fangirl I was over Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson and Brittany S. Pierce and Santana Lopez from “Glee” and of course Dani Clayton and Jamie from “The Haunting of Bly Manor”!

And as for C.C. a.k.a. Lauren Lane, if she asked me to marry her I would say yes in a heartbeat even if it meant breaking up her and Niles. 😂 She’s a fierce sweetheart and hands down the most beautiful woman on the planet! Sorry Effie.

Last song: “Fever” with Peggy Lee. Rediscovered the song through the magnificent chess TV series “The Queen’s Gambit”.

Last movie: “Super Mario Bros” from 2023. Me and my younger sis was obsessed with the Mario and Donkey Kong games growing up! I always played Luigi by the way.

Currently reading: Just finished “Gwendy’s Button Box” by Stephen King and Richard Chizmar. The audiobook.

Currently watching: Manifest” on Netflix. It’s about time travel. I think. Too early to tell.

Currently consuming: An ice cream Sandwich.

Currently craving: I’m in a fried chicken period at the moment after discovering there’s a KFC ten minutes from my apartment. And that’s after living in Stockholm for over ten years!!

I’ll tag some near and dear Tumblr friends I admire and appreciate and some I admire and appreciate but am too shy to talk to. 😂

@ears-awake-eyes-opened @100years-to-live @freebooter4ever @jroseley @thgfandomsz @caesarflickermans @oakfarmer @mrs-hawthornes-toreadlist @pleasantpandemonium @lemonluvgirl

#tag game #mega-aulover #random personal stuff #thanks for tagging me!

[torntruth]

random new dawn faith things i just wanna talk about mostly because of @tornsurvivors :

-- i feel like out of all the things that joseph did right was plan. all the cows, horses, and chickens. some pigs. that are in The Garden are there because they kept some ready to go in the bunkers. some were found. either way, not that faith is purposely vegetarian, it's just easier to feed her village on a diet of garden food, eggs, and milk.

-- the garden is placed back at jessop's conservatory. faith even found her own inner healing, which she hoped to construct with The Garden as is, by rebuilding her own childhood bedroom and instead making it a place of growth and love instead of fear by adding things that our hers, her wife's, and their adopted son's.

-- i can't really make a faith lives au by also keeping her bunker destroyed, so it wasn't. i actually don't think it was quite destroyed as is, it was just gassed to hell. either way, faith didn't actually die. we didn't ever technically see her die, just float away. an older resistance member is the one that actually saved her and because of that and like at least a week's worth of being the resistance's prisoner, she was able to persuade them into her bunker when the bombs fell.

-- so, because of this, when they came out of the bunker, The Garden members are consisted of both previous peggies and resistance members that continue to work together to make this all work. and i believe it does work well because 1) a lot of resistance members were tired, and 2) the peggies listed to faith like they would have any other time. she was their herald. a lot of the peggies in the bunk were specifically far more loyal to faith the whole time as is. which there's an exact name for the female peggies that looked like goth priestesses, but they all cared for faith's exact message over like john or jacob's.

-- the resistance members were actually the ones better suited at designing protection while all the peggies, especially faith, were better suited for starting a literal garden. who's who can even still be slightly picked out, but the peggies started becoming more like resistance members in that they got more of their personalities back. when jade reunited with faith, especially with even more previous resistance members, jade became the unspoken leader of that side and faith remained the unspoken leader of the peggies.

#[ ch. ] 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒? — faith seed. #[ ship. ] 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 — faith & jade. #tornsurvivors

[imaginedreamwrite]

Tea party Tuesday with breach of contract Steve and his beloved intern. What could they possibly gossip about? And how it turns out in the end? 😜

“Did you hear,” Steve raised his head and peered across the table toward you, his eyes catching and holding yours, “that the opposition’s teams went out and partied all night, then got caught in the morning with a baggie of coke?”

The news settled with him quickly, and the morsels of food that he was swallowing had nearly gotten caught in his throat. He had heard the oppositions position wasn’t matching up with their camps day to day routines, or rather their nightly expenditure of pent up energy, but he never would have suspected cocaine.

“Where the hell did you hear that?” Steve coughed painfully and sipped on his beer to assist clearing his throat.

“I’m surprised you didn’t hear about it,” you shrugged and took a swig from your own bottle, the ale cooling your throat as it slid down, “it is true. They’re trying to keep it quiet but…”

“Baby,” Steve set his bottle down on the table and wiped his hands on the cheap napkin sent with the takeout containers, “seriously, how did you know?”

“A few of the interns for the other side have switched camps, and they know the party habits of the opposites. They sent me the article early this morning.” You picked at the food in your container and ate slowly, watching Steve contemplate what you said, and the own gossip lingering beneath the surface of your relationship.

“My marriage is over,” Steve finally spoke, his eyes fixated on one of the universal photographs hanging on the wall in the hotel room, “maybe it has been for a long time. Peggy won’t settle for a divorce, she’s trying to sway me.”

“Peggy Carter is a real class act.” You scoffed and picked up your fork, angrily stabbing a piece of chicken.

“An act,” Steve finally returned his gaze to you, “that’s all it is. Its an act. She had been born with a gold spoon in her mouth, she was raised in the political field and she thinks that makes her invincible and all important.”

“Gold spoon?” You hummed under your breath. “Isn’t it silver spoon?”

“You know what I mean,” Steve exhaled then ran his hands over his face, “I’m a Brooklyn boy-“

“-born and raised, spent some time in the military. You’re favourite colours are blue and red, little patriotic but you like them because they remind you of your mom and dad. Your dad always wore something red, always had something red and your mom had these blue earrings and matching necklace she adored.” You cut him off with a few facts you knew about him, not for a moment entertaining the idea that those few facts would make Steve’s affection for you grow.

“How’d you know that?” Steve’s breath hitched in his throat, amazed that his own wife didn’t even know those minute details.

“I saw a picture of you and your parents when I was working on building your profile, I also know that when your parents died, you get your mom’s jewelry and your dad’s favourite cap and shirt. They were listed on the items to be moved from a storage facility to your home.” You spoke softly, whispered even, as you recanted the details.

“You are so much more,” Steve’s husky voice was pleasant to your ears, stirring warmth in your belly, “than my wife ever could be. You’re…everything.”

[oldgooddaysoldgooddays]

144

On Monday the queen is buried, no shops are open, and so my lunch is different. My confused stomach - as wedded to routine as my mind - is making the sound a phone makes when attempting to FaceTime audio somebody

On Tuesday I listen to a woman describing her chronically ill husband ending his life in Switzerland on NPR. At the end of the segment there a number to call if I, the listener, am having suicidal thoughts. I enjoy this distinction between suicides. As though suicide while being an NPR listener outside of Switzerland and before the body has adequately failed me, is an aberration. B later sends me a video of a man cooking chicken in NyQuil (“recipe for my famous NyQuil chicken”) and this, in and of itself, gives me suicidal thoughts

On Wednesday there is a half empty cup of cough medicine and a modest pile of fox faeces waiting for me outside my studio. I find a service online that will have my car collected, serviced, and brought back to me within 8 hours. The car has been a source of neuroses lately that I sort of hope the man collecting my car steals it and I won’t press charges. There is an opening at the gallery and at dinner I eat the sliced equivalent of maybe 9-10 kohlrabis. Aziz Ansari is on a double date elsewhere in the restaurant. I remember now that he got married to a British woman this summer. He hits his glass as though about to make a toast but doesn’t make a toast. I don’t agree with how his pseudo-cancellation a few years ago came about. The publisher of his metoo story, babe.net, also has an article about Glossier extending its foundation range “for the first time”

On Thursday I am visited by memories all the worst things I’ve ever done, and the strangely grim prospect of painting every single day for the next 50 years. What cheers me up is remembering seeing a poem V wrote as a 7-year-old, titled “black”. It begins: black is the colour of mystery in the air, and the colour of Chinese hair. I believe it to be a masterpiece. A boy from Goldsmiths with whom I shared a dorm, and who once went down on me to Limewire rap playlist, attacks me over DM for destroying the environment with my twice-annual flights to the US. I notice I’m only shamed for the fancier parts of my life by Brits. I think they think it’s activism, the way retweeting Jeremy Corbyn is activism. B sends me a news story about mountain goats being airlifted from national parks “because they crave human urine”

Friday I see flowers piling up outside Sainsbury’s and learn that Islington’s friendliest homeless woman, Debbie, has died. Narrowed and toothless from crack and malnourishment, she was so charming and jovial that it was easy to forget where my fistfuls of money would likely end up. And that was Debbie’s prerogative. She would’ve crushed in NA meetings. I stop at the shrine, a cheap inkjet print out of her face sellotaped to the wall, and I feel sick. Later I watch John Mulaney’s latest SNL monologue, making jokes - good, funny jokes - about his own addiction. I read that Elizabeth Moss is a Scientologist, and it casts the character of Peggy Olson, whom I enjoyed so much, in an unpleasant light. Somehow the late Debbie spending my donations on drugs feels less egregious than Elizabeth Moss funnelling her pay check into the pockets of David Miscavige. Nonetheless I wish everyone well, especially the migrants being sent to Martha’s Vineyard by Ron DeSantis as a cruel joke

[piamastea]

Peggy staring down at Dottie in that interrogation scene but being an absolute menace, Dottie leans in close to fluster Peggy in any way she can >:)

Does it work? I doubt it but they’ll play chicken for quite a while

#peggy carter imagine #peggy carter #agent Carter #dottie underwood #dottie playing chicken with peggy #as if peggy would EVER be chicken #peggy carter mcu #carterwood

[stuckybarton]

Happy Family V

Summary: The plan had been simple for Steve and Bucky to finally start a family of their own; neither seemed to realize the implications that came with meeting a woman who made them question what they would have wanted from her at the start of their agreement. They desired a child, a bouncing baby with Steve's blonde hair and ocean blue eyes, or Bucky's brown hair and baby blues, but instead received Y/N Stark, a train wreck. Characters: AU! Established Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes;  Stark!Reader x Stucky Warnings: Profanities. Grammar Mistakes. English not being my first language. [Not Beta’d tho] Words: 2,166 A/N; Finally able to update this~ SERIES MASTERLIST  | MASTERLIST   | Join the Taglist

V: The Good, The Bad, The Okay—Time Out

“So—are you happy with your Happy Meal, Little Lady?” You asked your niece as she ate her chicken nuggets and fries with gusto. A cheese burger—which she had also requested was also waiting to be consumed.

Morgan wasn’t a handful as you had come to realize.

With the young girl on your waist as you made your way to the fastfood chain, she was quiet and obedient when out in public. Never once did she even try to throw a tantrum throughout your shared journey to the nearest McDonald’s She was more focused on getting to know you, a trait you somehow always knew was of a Stark. Curiousity killed the cat, but satisfaction always brought them back.

“Why are the Ice Cream machine always broken?” she inquired breaking you into fits of laughter, inquisitive as always too.

“At this point, even I don’t know.” You spoke honesty. Resting your chin against your hand.

You took a good look at the little girl, a part of you was thankful for Pepper for raising a well mannered and intelligent kid, far from the horror that came with being a dysfunctional Stark you and your older brother had been known to be in your youth.

“Are you staying in the company for good?” She asked.

“I’m not sure, Little Lady.” You spoke honestly turning your attention away from her and towards the window that showed the chaos of the afternoon rush of the city. A part of you always hoped to move away from New York, but there is still this small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, your brother could change his mind. “Your father never asked me to stay.” Not in the way you wanted him to.

“Daddy and Mommy always talk about you, even with Uncle Bucky and Uncle Steve.” The girl said and you found yourself turning to look at her—the thing about kids is they are inquisitive, not capable of lying and you’ve gotten your experience with Monica to know this kid wasn’t lying when she said it.

“What do they say?” You inquired.

“About you being in another company—SHIELD or ARC?” She spoke. “They wished you would finally come back home.”

Home, the home you never thought you could make for yourself in Stark Inc, the same company your father had created from the ground up and you had once hope you could help in bringing into different heights. Your anger instead found you ruining the company and ruining everything your father had worked so hard for.

A part of you blamed your father for it, for not choosing you, but the bigger blame was on Tony that could never live up to your own potential. A spoiled brat through and through. Without either of your parents alive anymore, it was just bound to happen. No one to clean up his mess.

“I actually liked working in SHIELD.” You turned back towards the window. “I was treated like family in the company.” You spoke remembering everything being offered to you by Fury and his people. All in the good grace of Peggy Carter, the company’s Chairwoman and CEO.

Just the thought of the elusive powerhouse of a woman, from the window, you caught sight of her. She had also somehow found herself looking right at you. Blinking you waited with bated breath for anything to happen and the last thing you would have ever expected was for her to make her way towards you, inside the McDonald’s of all place.

“Y/N, it’s been a while.” There was always a motherly warmth in Peggy that you never had with your own mother growing up. Even after being named as Stark’s biggest rival, she had opened her arms for you when you started your freelance gig post-tenure with your father’s company. “And didn’t know you already have a pretty little daughter.” Her longing smile turned towards Morgan that looked too shy for her own good.

“She’s Tony’s.” You corrected with a smile. “Just thought of spending some time with her—to make up for lost time.” You spoke honestly. Never any ill towards you so you thought it was only fitting to be the same towards her.

“She’s beautiful either way, she must have gotten her look from her mother.” She snorts making you giggle and shake your head at her, you had also known about her disdain for your brother for reasons still unknown to you at this point. “Listen, I was just in the area, and I was hoping to be able to catch up with you.”

You blinked at the offer and with your instinct readining nothing to her request, you found yourself nodding in agreement.

“Let me just take Morgan back to her father. You can come with me if you like.” You spoke.

“If it’s not too much for you.”

After letting Morgan finish her meal, and taking the burger out for later, all three of you made a small walk back towards the building. You had noticed Morgan becoming too shy as she held onto you more tightly as you both made your way to reception to where the annoying receptionist had resided and the look of shock in her features.

“Hello Sharon.” Peggy smiled towards the blonde.

“Can you get vistor a pass?” You asked annoyed still at the woman that had been rude to you on your first day back.

“I’m sorry but Aunt—Ms. Carter is from—” Sharon stuttered still at lost for words.

“She’s with me, Sharon.” The familiar voice of Steve Rogers had broke everything into an even more awkward situation for you to be in.

The last thing you would want is to be in between the former husband and wife. But the tension broke as soon as Sharon had finally handed Peggy a visitor’s pass and all four of you made your way towards the elevator. Even Morgan had felt the tension in the air as she had asked to be carried by you.

“You enjoyed Lunch, Little Lady?” You asked the child, hoping to separate yourself from the pair.

“Yes. Can we do it again tomorrow?” She asked.

Your eyes turned towards Steve and knowing you had another meeting with him and the rest of the team, it would depend on him whether or not you could have lunch on time.

“You need to ask your Uncle Steve if he’s gonna give me a hard time again.” You cooed glaring at the man before turning your attention back towards the door, hoping that the elevator ride could be faster.

“I swear Steven if you’re giving Y/N a hard time, I will be more than happy to take her back to me.” Peggy had warned without even looking at the man.

From the door’s reflection, you could see the man blushing in embarrassment. If only Peggy know the extent of Rogers’ treatment towards you since you got here.

Finally arriving at Tony’s floor, you had allowed Peggy to step out first, to the look of shock in Tony’s secretary’s face.

“She’s with me, Nat.” You reassured. “I’m just stopping by to drop this little girl back to her father.”

Without even waiting for another word from the secretary, you had made your way inside without knocking, a fact that the two people behind you had noticed. Seeing Tony looking at fed up as he was just boosted your mood for some reason.

“I come to bring her back.” You smiled cuddling with Morgan one last time before placing her back onto her father’s lap. “Sam will take over the setup for today, got something I needed to catch up with.” You explained.

“Y/N, just because you’re paid favorably, doesn’t mean you could slack off.” Tony scolds but halted mid-word as Peggy and Steve had knocked and made their way inside the room. “Who let you in here?”

“I did.” You snapped. “Unlike you, I don’t burn bridges with the people I work with. So don’t call for me until I get back.” You muttered guiding Peggy right back out of the room and away from whatever snarky words your brother has planned for the woman.

“Every single day, Tony is becoming more and more like his mother.” Peggy points out as the both of you slipped right back into the elevator, neither of you missed the sight of Steve watching the two of you by Tony’s door.

“Should I be offended that you’re insinuating that I am just like my father?” you smirked.

“On the contrary, you should be thankful that you didn’t turn like that bitch of a woman—no offense.”

“None taken.”

~

“Is this your way of getting back at me for choosing Stark Inc. over SHIELD?” You teased but humor had become your coping mechanism now as you found yourself in the far too familiar gravesite where your mother and father were buried.

You could count on one hand the times you had visited your father’s grave. It was more than just guilt, it was this longing that you could never bring back the past and say the things you could to your illing father. You didn’t see the signs until it was too late. Peggy and her team had witness you break down when you found out about the news alongside the public—a good three days after your father died. You still resent your brother for not telling you about it.

“Has your father ever told you about our association before?” she inquired, eyes focused solely on your father’s gravestone.

“He hasn’t.” You spoke honestly. “But every single time your name would be mentioned, it’s Mom or Tony that would be quick to change the topic.”

“So he did keep his promise.” She chuckled caressing the stone before turning her eyes toward you, shocking you with teary brown eyes. The ever strong and formidable Peggy Carter now stands in front of you like this. “Before I was what I was, I chose to work my way from the ground up, just like you.” She spoke.

You nodded, knowing very well about her story, knowing fully well you had her as your inspiration for years while you had worked for your father. Fighting your way to deserve the position to be given to you. But unlike Peggy, you were never given the position that you worked your life for.

“My father wanted to give me an experience away from our company and I was lended to Howard’s company, working as his secretary.” She explained.”But I got more than experience from the company.” She chuckled bitterly before turning her gaze back towards the grave.

A part of you could already guess where this was leading to—but you wanted it to come out her own mouth.

“I fell in love with a married man and it caused a dangerous rivalry between our companies.”

You took a deep breath, knowing fully well that your father was never faithful to your mother. The arguments that you had witnessed growing up. The tears in your mother’s eyes and the lack of regret in your father’s own. It was one of the many reasons you had chose never to get married, to lock yourself in a marriage that would only end in divorce and so much complication along the way.

“I don’t hate you.” You spoke towards Peggy honestly. It was your father’s decision to cheat on your mother, and whatever relationship he had with her has nothing to do with you. “You had been good to me throughout my time in SHIELD and it was one of the best time I could ever have in my career while I tried figuring things out.”

“I want to give you a position in the company.” She spoke. “CEO.”

How you had wished those same words had been spoken by your own father. Things would have been more different then, a little less complicated than it was now. You couldn’t sellout on your father’s dying company. A part of you could never see yourself do it.

“I can’t do it to my father, Peggy.” You shook your head. “I can let everything my father had worked on become nothing.”

“Then we can wait when you are good and ready.” Peggy spoke once again turning to you, the sight of tears on her eyes finally falling had shook you to the core.

“Please let me think about it.” You spoke.

If you could save Stark Inc. in the end, if you take the position within SHIELD, Tony’s greatest rival, wouldn’t it be counterproductive at the end.’

“How long do you need?” she spoke, the desperation that lingered in her voice had you scared for her.

“I-I don’t know.” You answered nervous with what was actually going on. “Is there something wrong, Ms. Carter? Do you want me to call for Fury to help you out?”

“I’m dying, Y/N and I need to make up for lost time.”

“What?”

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[malebellyworld]

Love My Way

Chubby! Steve Rogers x Male! Reader

Getting him to stay was hard, very hard. After spending nearly twenty-three years in the 21st century, life for Steve Rogers was still difficult getting used to, and since the damages of The Blip left this large fission on the face of society, thus fueling his craving for going back was strong.

"Please... you don't have to go, I-I know that things are pretty shitty, but that doesn't mean that it's all over." You said, through pained sobs and burning tears, as you and Steve stood on the side of the Stark log cabin.

His face twisted in pain. "It's not just that; it's all deep-rooted, that's where I belong,"

You stepped closer, taking in his scent. "I know you lost so much, so did I, but that's why we have each other, to complete that void in ourselves," You sobbed again. "Please, Steve, don't go."

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't go back," Steve said, crossing his arms. "Other than it being all about you."

You huffed, glancing down at your shoes. "Well, for one thing, they don't accept any other sexuality other than heterosexuality. Lest we forget the racism and the many brutal historical events and injustices you’d have to experience.”

Steve sighed heavily. "You have your points... but how could you ever make me happy like Peggy did?."

You shook your head in disbelief, holding up three fingers. "One, I helped introduce you to the modern world. Two, I risk my life for you and Bucky by helping you hack into the Sokovian Accords. And three, I was there with you when you'd cry every night since the Snap... every night I'd be there to let you hold onto me because you never felt more alone than you did at that time, and now that Tony's gone, the only people you have left is me and Bucky and Sam.

He was silent, keeping his gaze down on the dull grass covered in the morning dew. "I mean you’ve got a point…”

You sighed in agitation. “I’ve got lots of points, and one more thing…”

Steve raised an eyebrow quizzically.

“If you leave me, then say goodbye to my cooking, forever.” You said teasingly.

•••

It’s been a year. Steve’s arms remained muscular, often going to the gym and continuing to lift weights as well as squats with dumbbells, his physique becoming broader in the shoulders, arms, ass, and thighs. As for his abs, they were beyond far gone. His new shirts would hide his spherical stomach, but there was no mistaking the fact that he had gained nearly a hundred and seventeen pounds.

Both of you knew this, yet neither of you had a problem with it at all. Steve says it made him feel “stronger… like an unstoppable beast”, but you mostly liked it because 1). It offered more warmth for the frigid winter nights, 2). Steve knew that it turned you on, so he’d often walk around the apartment in nothing but his tightening boxer briefs and cropped tank top you made him for the hot summer days, and 3.) it just looked great on him overall, making him not only look but feel large and safe. Safety being something you have always craved in your relationship ever since the Blip basically tore your family out of your life, you found them a few years after things seemingly went back to "normal", yet the damages from Thanos' reign still burned like a fresh wound.

Thankfully though, Steve was always there to help. Whenever you had a nightmare, he would always have you in his arms, on his chest, or his belly. Your favorite part was whenever he would gently rake his fingers through your hair whilst humming a Marvin Gaye tune.

Currently, Steve was sitting on the couch, grey sweatpants with the drawstring tied, and an XL navy blue shirt that gently outlined his belly. You carefully held the large bowl of lemon chicken rigatoni with broccoli in your arm as you sat down on his thick thighs, your pelvis gently rubbing against Steve’s large round tummy. Lifting up the first forkful, you began feeding Steve, who only took big bites for the duration of most of your feeding sessions.

His hands lingered on your hips as you continued to feed, the left hand sliding under your short shorts and feeling the skin underneath. He smirked as you let out a soft gasp, thrusting your pelvis more into his belly, causing the massive dome to wobble and for Steve to moan.

Panting, he gently raised a hand to stop before taking in a large slow breath of air, a faint creak emitted from under his large belly before…

SNAP

You could visibly see the large pale belly wobble just before it jutted outwards pressing against your thighs and groin, which began to grow hard against the warm beach ball belly.

Steve huffed, grabbing your hand and rubbing against his tummy. “That drawstring wasn’t gonna last that long anyways.” He winked, before rubbing the other side of his now massive belly. You gently leaned forward, kissing the super soldier passionately on his soft lips, pressing a little deeper into his belly and causing him to moan in the kiss.

You gasped for air before smirking down at him. “You’re so fucking amazing.” You smashed your lips back onto his, thrusting your pelvis more and more into the massive belly, causing the white shirt to ride up all the way under Steve’s big pecks, which bounced along with his belly with each thrust you gave. However, under you, Steve’s erection was growing harder and bigger.

Steve pulled away from the kiss. “What about dessert?.”

You raised an eyebrow flirtatiously, leaning in closer to his ear. “Why don’t we take it to the bedroom then big boy?.” You said in a deep sultry tone.

#fanfic #weight gain #male weight gain #steve rogers #male reader #steve rogers x male reader #chubby Steve rogers #the avengers #feederism fiction #captain america #chris evans

[falcqns]

he's gone for good.

pairing: sub!Bucky x Reader

summary: Bucky informs you about Steve leaving.

warnings: angst, sub!Bucky, crying Bucky, mentions of violence.

a/n: hope you enjoy!

when you opened the door, and was greeted with a crying Bucky, you had no idea what to do.

you may had known Bucky for many years, but he was never open emotionally with you. in front of you, at least.

you two had met when you were studying abroad in Bucharest, and ended up moving in right beside him. you knew who he was right away, and you also knew that he was most likely on the run from HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D., so you never revealed that you knew who he was.

a week into living there, you found out he had nightmares, but it wasn't until a month later that you found the perfect cure for them, home cooked food.

you were up late doing some research for a paper, when you heard the beginnings of a nightmare. you usually heard the terror and scream filled ends, not the beginnings, but you listened anyways.

he was calling out for someone. it took you a few seconds to decode what and who he was calling out for, but when you realized, your heart broke for him. he was calling out for his mom. his calls became louder and more desperate, before coming to a head with a shout, then sobs of heartbreak. it made you think of your mom, hundreds of miles away. it wasn't until you remembered that he was born in 1917, so his mom was definitely dead, that you moved from your bed.

you ran into the kitchen and pulled out all the ingredients for some chocolate chip cookies. eating homemade cookies always soothed all your pain when you were little, and you didn't want to think about the kind of food HYDRA fed him on a daily basis, if they fed him at all. you also knew he most likely wasn't eating properly here, as you’d see him come back everyday with plums, along with some type of street food that he found.

didn't matter what the street food was, he always had plums accompanying it. a quick google search told you that plums helped improve memory, so that was that question answered. an hour later, and the cookies were done, and loaded into a spare Tupperware that you had lying around, with a note on top letting hi know that if he ever needed to talk, you were there.

you placed it outside his door, knocked, and retreated to your unit just in time. thanks to an abandoned body mirror that sat opposite the wall that separated the two units, you got to see the smile that spread on his face when he saw the cookies and read the letter.

after that day, it became tradition.

every time he would have a nightmare, you would give him some type of food. whether it was chicken parm, French onion soup, cookies, cake, donuts, or even chicken nuggets and fries that you Uber Eat’d from McDonalds, you always made sure he was comforted.

it wasn't until a month before you were due to move back to your home country that you saw him face to face for the first time. you were bringing him some white chocolate macadamia nut cookies when he opened the door. he had a coat, hat, and leather gloves on, indicating he was going out.

he smiled and blushed, before speaking. “so you're the lovely lady that cooks for me,” he said, and you laughed before handing him the container with cookies.

“yes I am. I just made some more, actually.” you said with a smile as he took the box from you, and looked inside.

“well, thank you doll. these look absolutely delicious, I can't wait to try them.” he said with a smile and you felt your cheeks heat up.

he placed the box down on the table next to the door, and turned back to you.

“well, I'll let you get on with your day,” you said, as you turned to head back to your unit.

“actually,” he said, and you turned to face him. “I was just going to go on a walk since it was my day off today. do you maybe want to come with me?” he asked, and you felt butterflies form in your stomach as you nodded.

“sure! just let me grab my coat.” you said.

then, just like the cooking, the afternoon walk became tradition. you two would walk and talk about anything. whether it be work, school, or building drama, you always had something to talk about.

on a certain walk through a quiet little park, he confessed who he was, and was surprised when all you said was “I know.” he’d asked if you were afraid, and you said no. he’d asked if you were planning on turning him in, and you also said no.

you’d explained that it was obvious that HYDRA had control of him, and that everyone deserved a second chance. after your little speech, he’d kissed you, and asked you out on a date. you'd accepted, and started dating after your first date.

then, he was captured by S.H.I.E.L.D.. the two of you had been at the market together when he saw a newspaper saying that he had killed King T’Chaka with a bomb at the UN. he swore, and dragged you home. the two of you blew past your unit, and headed into his where you were faced with Steve Rogers. this didn't surprise you, he'd told you what he could remember about Steve, and you were expecting him to show up eventually, you just weren't expecting it to be so soon.

you could hear someone else, Sam, over Steve’s comm, and realized that there were police here, to capture Bucky. upon hearing this, Bucky shoved you out of the apartment, and down the hallway, with Steve following. he’d led you to a back entrance that you didn't even know was there, and told you tp leave the building until everything was over.

he gave you one last hug and kiss, and your first ‘I love you’, and he was gone.

you hadn't heard from him for 2 years, when you got a letter from him. according to the letter he had been seeking refuge in Wakanda, and had been freed of the Winter Soldier. he invited you to come and visit, and you did. you got to watch him tend to his goats (which he named after every avenger, even Tony) and interact with the Wakandan people, and the children. who knew a former brainwashed HYDRA assassin could be so sweet with young children? definitely not you.

then, just as you were preparing to leave and look for a farm where Bucky could continue to raise his goats and be with you, King T’Challa came to Bucky and gifted him a new arm, and informed him of a new fight. Bucky had begged you to leave, but you wouldn't have it. you had been working out and training since the day that you watched him and Steve fight against the police in Bucharest, wanting nothing more than to run in there and protect him.

so, you fought. it felt surreal to you to be fighting with the Avengers beside you, although there was no place you’d rather be. in that moment, as you were racing towards those “space dogs”, as Rocket had called them at one point, you didn't care if you lived or died, won or lost. you only cared about fighting beside the love of your life.

watching that same love of your life fade away to dust in a beautiful Wakandan forest broke you in two. you had just gotten him back, and you’d lost him again. you were trapped in your own head for days, wishing to dust away like him, just to be with him.

before you knew it, 5 years had passed, and you had joined the remaining Avengers. how you went from studying abroad in Bucharest, to being an Avenger, you had no idea, but you were grateful nonetheless. when Steve, Natasha, and Scott approached you with the possibility that you would be able to get Bucky back, you instantly accepted.

you joined Tony, Steve and Scott, and helped Steve in the fight against himself. when Tony failed to get the Tesseract the first time, you joined them on their journey into 1970, and was blown away. it wasn't exactly the time that Bucky and Steve were from, but it kind of felt like it in a way, and you instantly felt closer to Bucky, although Steve had to stop you from going to find Bucky, who was coincidentally only a few kilometres away at that point in time.

you fought with Steve and the rest of the Avengers against Thanos, and almost fainted from happiness when you saw your Bucky walk through the portal and run into your arms. you, once again, fought with the Avengers and Bucky to defeat Thanos once and for all.

then, Tony snapped his fingers, and your whole world changed. you didn't know it at that particular moment, but it did.

you attended Tony's funeral, and you and Bucky went home. a few days later, Bucky and Sam went to see Steve off to return the stones. you had no idea why, according to Bruce it would take about 5 seconds, but Bucky insisted that he needed to go, and said that he was sorry he couldn't join you on an afternoon walk, your first one with him in over seven years.

but, then he showed up at the door, tears streaming from his steel blue eyes, his cheeks puffy, and the smallest of sobs escaping from his rosy lips, and you knew something went wrong.

you pulled him into your apartment, and wrapped your arms around him. he nuzzled his face into your neck, and sobbed freely.

“what happened?” you asked. “did something happen to Steve?” at the mention of his best friend, Bucky sobbed harder, and your question was answered, albeit silently.

you pulled him into the bedroom, and stripped him from his clothes. you’d never dealt with a sobbing and heartbroken Bucky in person before, so you just went with what felt right.

you instructed him softly to go lay on the bed, and he nodded. you laid down on your side, and pulled him to lay on your chest. as your hands ran through his hair that was starting to curl slightly, you tried again.

“can you tell me what happened, honey?”

Bucky sniffled a few times and sat up. you did the same, and he fiddled with his metal fingers while he talked.

“y’know yesterday when Steve and I went out for lunch?” he asked, and you nodded. “well, he told me about your journey back to the 1970′s with him.”

you furrowed your brow in confusion, but nodded. “I-i guess he was dodging some workers or something because he hid in an office, an office that happened to belong to Peggy Carter. he said that he saw her through the glass, and that he realized that he could have the life with her that he’d always wanted, the Pym Particles safe in his pocket. he knew that he had to come back and bring everyone back, but then he was going to go back.” you didn't know what to think. that wasn't the Steve that you knew, the Steve that you had become family with over those horrible and painful five years.

“when he told me, I didn't really think he was going to do it.” Bucky said, his voice shaking. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he rested his head against your chest.

“even when I watched him disappear on the tunnel platform I didn't believe it. then, he showed up again.” he said, almost whispering.

“he was old. like grey hair, wrinkles, all of it.” he managed to get out in between sobs that were growing louder. “t-thats when it hit me. that he left me, for he-” he tried to say, before his sobs started full force again, and you pulled him to lay on you. he had his head on your chest, and his body in between your legs.

his cries continued, and you knew there was no stopping them. he was heartbroken, and he had to work through his feelings, not ignore them.

he swallowed, and continued to explain. “he left me for the girl he kissed once. which is great, he deserves to be happy, but I need him. I'm finally completely free, and I don't have my childhood best friend anymore.” he sobbed out, and you started to rock your body slowly to soothe him.

you wanted to cry too. cry about the friend that you’d never get to see again, but you couldn't, not yet. Bucky was hurting way more than you were, and you could push your pain down until Bucky was okay. you cuddled him closer to you, and spoke into his hair.

“its okay, baby boy.” you said, and he nuzzled deeper into you, the stress and sadness melting away from his body. it would return later, but it was gone for the time being. he sighed in contentedness, and his tears slowly stopped. you kissed his forehead, and felt him smile.

you ran your hands through his locks for the millionth time, and hummed a slow tune to him to soothe him further. you felt his breathing even out, ad light snores escape his mouth, and you smiled.

at least for a while, he was at peace, a peace he hadn't had in a while.

#bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #fatws bucky #bucky fic #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky x you #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes reader insert #bucky barnes fluff #sub!bucky

[ladylilithprime]

1. You get a craving for whatever your soulmate is eating at the time. - The Winter Soldier freaks the heck out when he starts craving human milk. (Because his soulmate is a newborn baby.)

HIS ENTIRE LIFE that he could remember, James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes had never had a craving that wasn't originally his. His mother had always looked wistful at the scent of coffee, explaining the only time he'd ever asked that she had craved it relentlessly whenever his father drank it while she was pregnant with Bucky and his sisters. Rebecca complained about wanting to eat ham and spicy peppers even though she hated spicy foods, and Rosalie would drag him off to the butcher to pick up sausages whenever they could afford the expense. Even Steve confessed to having a weird urge to eat steak and kidney pie for breakfast, and years later when a much bigger and stronger Steve shyly introduced his best friend to Peggy Carter he could only laugh that it finally made perfect sense.

But Bucky never got a single craving that wasn't his, and so his likes and dislikes were formed all on his own without any input from a phantom soul connection. Becca, staring down a bowl of chicken soup that "didn't taste quite right, even without the peppers", told him he was lucky. Falling from a train over Germany, Bucky couldn't help thinking that his soulmate - if he even had one - was the lucky one.

And then he was dragged from the ravine, alive and missing an arm, and thrown into hell, and he eventually forgot why it mattered that he never craved anything new.

Eventually, he forgot everything else.

THE ASSET FROWNED in confusion, distracted from the instructions being relayed by the Handler. The sensation was strange, similar to hunger, but seemed to come from outside the designated physical parameters. If the Asset had to guess, it was as if there was a second mouth and stomach sending feedback, an impression of liquid that had a taste and texture that was wholly unfamiliar, but might be classed as... sweet... and smooth... and thicker than the familiar water.

"Asset!"

The Asset snapped back to attention. "Sir."

"Your attention drifted from the briefing," the Handler said, tone displeased. "Explain."

The Asset hesitated in confusion, struggling to parse how to obey when the explanation was so nonsensical. "There was a... sensation. Hunger."

"Your nutritional requirements have already been met," the Handler snapped, frowning more severely.

"Yes, sir." The Asset knew that, and the knowledge only enhanced the confusion. There should be no sense of hunger to distract from the mission briefing, and yet there had been the sense of hunger, the... desire... for-- "Milk."

"Milk?" the Handler repeated, bafflement suffusing the displeased frown. "The approved nutrient sources don't include--" The Handler broke off, bafflement shifting into horror. "Asset. The fox dances in grandmother's new shoes."

The Asset froze, every muscle rigid and locked, all focus directed to the Handler.

"Ignore any and all sensory input related to unapproved nutrient sources. Acknowledge."

"Acknowledged. The Asset will comply."

THE ASSET TRIED to comply, but sometimes the foreign desires were so strong that the distraction presented by those sudden bursts if extraneous sensory input had the Handlers sending the Asset to the Chair for recalibration. The pain of the Chair and the blankness that followed blocked out the sensations for a time, but always by the end of the mission the distraction would have renewed. Once, only once, the Asset gave in and stole a small dark blue fruit that smelled like the extraneous sensory input being received and ate it, only to spit it back out at the immediacy of the flavor, sharp and sweet and tart and heavy and not at all pleasant. It became easier to ignore that particular extraneous desire despite how often the input presented itself.

It was more difficult to ignore other extraneous sensations, such as the taste of grain and burning and smoke and wood that felt both strange and familiar, similar to the vodka that the Handlers sometimes drank in the burn, but more smooth and earthy. The musty, tart and sour taste that accompanied a thick texture and the impression of skin was even more confusingly familiar, but as the Asset had been Commanded to ignore the extraneous sensory input and none of the Handlers ever requested a report on whether or not the sensations persisted beyond the Command, the Asset was given no information as to what these tastes and textures might actually be. Coffee, at least, was an extraneous sensory input that was on the approved nutrient sources list, although the Asset had no recollection of when it had been added or why it had been allowed when it seemed to be of little actual nutritional value and seemed to be more about allowing the Asset to blend into the general population on missions than maintaining physical status at mission-ready levels.

The problem, at least according to the Handler who reported on the Asset to the Director, was that the extraneous sensory input was interrupting the priority compliance command, requiring more frequent recalibrations the longer the Asset was active. The time between revival periods began to lengthen, as marked by the signs of age in the Director and the rotation of Handlers.

And then the Asset was given an assassination mission that was interrupted during the retreat by a blonde man with angry blue eyes who looked so strangely familiar and said the word "Bucky" when the muzzle fell away.

Who the hell is Bucky?

"Wipe him. Start over."

...Him?

The pain and the blankness was a relief, a blanket to smother the confusion of sensory input and sharpen the Asset's focus, but it could not make the Asset forget... the Director had said "him". Like the Asset was a person.

The Asset had been a person.

The Mission Target had known the Asset... had known the person who had been before he became the Asset.

There was a Before.

"'Til the end of the line."

The Target-- the Captain was pulled from the water by the Asset who might once have been called "Bucky", left on the bank to be discovered, and the Asset disappeared.

He had a strong desire for a drink of earthy vodka-- whiskey, and for once he saw no reason to ignore it.

JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES no longer felt like "Bucky", but since he had decided to reject identifying as the Asset ever again - violently, if what he had ended up doing to Vasily Karpov when the man had tried to activate the failsafe compliance trigger was any indication - he was willing to allow the address (nickname) from the Captain whom he had once called "Stevie". He told the man with the wings - Wilson - to call him "James", and even though it made the Captain frown both he and Wilson accepted that the name James was less conspicuous to be called in public than a nickname listed in museums and history books.

"Besides," he told the Cap-- Steve when it looked like the blonde would start again with some bit of past knowledge that James was more and more convinced was subjective recollection rather than actual knowledge, "ain't hardly anyone left alive 'cept you who knew me as 'Bucky' anymore. So you get to keep callin' me that, but hell if anyone else is gonna get the privilege!"

Unsurprisingly, that made Steve stop trying to get other people to call him Bucky, which was really all James had wanted in the first place. Also unsurprisingly, it didn't stop Steve and Wilson from dragging him up to New York and Stark Tower in Manhattan when he admitted that the metal arm was operating below acceptable levels of function.

"You could just say it isn't working," Wilson grumbled.

"It's working fine," James disagreed, and proved it by extending a metal middle finger in Wilson's direction. "It's just slower than it should be, and I think I damaged something when I was digging out the trackers."

"You had trackers in your arm?!"

"Had. Don't have 'em now."

So to Stark Tower they went, because "if anyone can fix your arm, it's Tony", and to James's surprise they were let in through security almost before they'd finished saying who they were and sent to an elevator at the far end of the lobby.

"Welcome back, Captain Rogers," a voice intoned from the speaker near the ceiling as the elevator began moving without any of them pushing a button. "And welcome to Stark Tower, Mr Wilson, Sergeant Barnes."

"That's JARVIS," Steve explained as Wilson looked up, clearly impressed. "He's an AI - a really smart computer program - that runs the tower."

"...Just James, please, JARVIS," James said after a moment, deciding not to touch on the fact that he knew what an AI was and that JARVIS was one; his memories were coming back all the time, and mission details as the Winter Soldier were coming back most easily. Pushing aside those thoughts, he added, "Dunno what my status with the Army is these days, but I can't imagine I still have my old rank from the War."

"As you prefer, James," JARVIS said, and James marvelled at the warmth he could hear in the voice, much more human than even Zola's personality algorithm had been. "Sir is expecting you all in the main living room of the common floor."

James tuned out Wilson starting to ask questions and Steve or JARVIS answering them. The sensation of craving that awful little blue fruit was back again, and he had to fight the urge to scowl so as not to alarm the two men or the AI watching them. Seriously, if he ever managed to find his soulmate now that he knew he had one, they were going to have words about it at some point. He thought he could remember something about someone he had known - a family member? - who had craved spicy food while hating spices, and he hoped they had gotten that resolved because craving something he hated tasting was really annoying.

The elevator doors slid open, allowing James and Wilson to follow Steve into a huge, open plan living room with four black leather couches spaced around a square coffee table. The man waiting for them, dressed in a charcoal gray bespoke suit with a royal purple button down shirt and lavender silk tie and pocket square, was sitting perched on the coffee table rather than on any of the couches and appeared to have his attention focused on the tablet in his hand until he spoke, addressing James directly despite not looking up.

"That arm's a complete mess, Barnes," he said, not bothering with pleasantries or even really acknowledging Steve or Wilson. "JARVIS took scans in the elevator since you were coming to see me about it, and I gotta tell you I am thoroughly offended by it on so many levels."

"Not like HYDRA could recruit you at all, so they had to make do with third-best," James said easily as he shrugged his flesh shoulder, metal elbow jabbing into Steve's ribs when the frowning blonde opened his mouth. "A'course, since they upped your threat level to 'do not engage', I think they stopped trying."

"Nobody ever calls me, even when they really, really should," Stark agreed, and oh, that was a sharp little smile directed at Steve. James mentally ran through the file HYDRA had on Tony Stark coupled with his own private observations that had somehow not always made it into his reports, and gave Steve's weirdly guilty yet mulish expression a sideways look. Suddenly, the fight over the Potomac that had led to James breaking conditioning completely was being thrown in a new light, and he wasn't sure he liked the implications.

"There wasn't time to call you," Steve was saying, and it was clear that Wilson was hearing the words as an apology but Stark's eyes were sharp and narrow and James would bet the contents of his pockets and all seven of his secret weapons caches that the man knew as well as James that Steve was lying.

"Sure, whatever," Stark said dismissively, letting it go at least for the moment and turning his attention back primarily to James. "Point is, I've got a meeting I need to be at in twenty minutes and even a basic maintenance session's gonna take at least an hour, maybe two, so you can either hang out here in a guest room or something until... J?"

"You will be finished with the shareholders in time for dinner and have no pressing appointments afterwards until tomorrow morning, Sir," JARVIS answered.

"So, yeah, hang out here and I can squeeze you in after we eat," Stark said, making James blink at the implication that an invitation to have dinner with Stark was being extended, "or you can ask J to block out a few hours in my schedule that'll be all yours and come back then. Or both, if you wanna go ahead and get me out of a few more meetings this week."

"What's for dinner?" Wilson asked. James shot him an incredulous look, which Wilson returned with an even stare. "You're still working your way back towards eating real food, man, don't think we didn't notice. Last thing you need right now is to make yourself sick eating something your body's not ready to handle even if it'll probably taste a hell of a lot better than those ration packs of yours."

"Bruce is cooking tonight," Stark said after a moment, an odd expression on his face as he looked at the group. "He usually makes curry, but I think he said he was making some kind of beef and vegetable stew that Natasha likes."

"Stew is fine," James said, keeping his tone even despite the sudden twist of nerves at the mention of the Black Widow. She had been with Steve and Wilson in DC, but had been absent when they crossed paths in Indiana. "If you're sure Dr Banner won't mind making extra."

"Yeah, it's fine, stew's easy to expand the number of servings," Stark assured him with a wave of his hand that might have seemed flippant and dismissive if James hadn't been so aware of the heavy focus that was still being aimed his direction. "Might end up a little broth-heavy, but there should be enough that even a super soldier won't go hungry."

"Well, thank you for inviting us," Steve said, proving to James once again that the man really didn't know how to read Stark at all. Wilson at least was looking at Steve askance, having picked up that the invitation wasn't directed at all of them even if he didn't seem to realize how pissed off Stark was at Steve, but Steve was looking at Stark, all but daring the man to say they weren't welcome.

"Saves the trouble of tracking you down later, I'm sure," Stark said, neatly bypassing the entire question. He stood up and tucked the tablet away inside his suit jacket, pulling a white plastic bag out in its place and reaching inside of it. "So, I'll be off to deal with the shareholders while you hang out here. JARVIS can handle any requests you might have for entertainment or whatever else you need."

JARVIS will be watching you, James heard loud and clear, and nodded his acceptance of the AI's monitoring. They were reluctant guests at best, after all, and Stark was clearly not interested in rocking the boat or starting a fight if he didn't have to--

The sudden burst of that blue fruit craving drove all thought of Steve and Stark's battle of wills out of his head and James found himself staring at Stark in shock as he watched the man lower his fingers from his mouth and chew. Stark noticed - of course he did, the man had to be at least as observant as James was - and raised an eyebrow, the hand holding the white plastic bag tilting to angle the bag's opening in James's direction.

"Blueberry?" his soulmate asked.

#soulmate au #winteriron #not age of ultron compliant #not civil war compliant #mcu fic #steve rogers critical

[dollslayer]

Please continue the Scandal-based Steve fic, you write the best angst ever!!!!

A/N: As you wish! Thank you so much for reading, hope this is up to par 💖 (ps- if you commented on the first one I'm tagging you for this follow up, no permanent tags tho don't worry!)

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter

Warnings: pseudo-cheating, angst, alcohol consumption, swearing, love triangle, secret relationship

Part One HERE I Main Masterlist

It’s been an entire week since you walked out on Steve. He never did find the words to tell you that he wasn’t going to leave Peggy, but you never found the words to explicitly leave him, either. You were both in a game of chicken that you’d unknowingly started and neither of you had found the courage to finish it.

It was so easy when you were swept up in the moment, a storm of anger and hurt that finally came to a breaking point. But now you were past it and found yourself lost. The only thing making you feel better was seeing that Steve was having just as hard a time as you were. He wasn’t as outgoing, he was making dumb mistakes, he was off his game. You didn’t necessarily want Steve to suffer but it was reassuring in some way, to know that he felt anything for you. You just wanted this entire mess to be over.

But when the mess was over, what would you want to come of it? Do you even want to be with Steve any more? Or do you just not want him to be with Peggy? Thinking it through, what you felt for Steve was real, real enough to pull on your heartstrings and real enough to hurt. After all of the grief that Steve has caused you you’re not sure that you could properly forgive him. Maybe over time but you couldn’t see yourself trying to rebuild your relationship when the two of you had so much else to focus on.

So now you were caught in some sort of relationship purgatory because you were too afraid to end it. And he was too much of a coward to admit he’s been in the wrong this whole time. Honestly you can’t justify Steve’s actions on any level when it came down to it. His men are in the midst of war and fighting Hydra and he really thinks that a relationship is going to be their saving grace and reassurance? Bull.

On some level, no matter how deep it is, Steve saw something for her that he didn’t see in you and he felt some affection for her. Maybe saying that the relationship was just a front was his way of covering his real feelings for her. But he’d be damned if he thought he could have his cake and eat it too. You’d spent many a night cycling through this thought process and ending up right where you started.

Getting nowhere in your deliberating you decided to bury yourself in your work. You’d always felt that it was fulfilling work, you helped civilians and military alike with your work and you were damn good at it. So you plunged head-first into your codebreaking and strategy-forming and put your in-limbo relationship on the back burner.

Throwing yourself head first into work turned out to be in your best interest for the time being. The last two missions had been a success but per usual, you had gone unrecognized. That’s fine, you didn’t need to be patted on the back every time you excelled but every once in a while it would be nice. And thanks to your codebreaking, once again, you find yourself stuck in the corner of the dingy pub you had lost your mind in just a week ago. Unappreciated. Or so you thought.

You sat back thinking Steve wasn’t under Peggy’s thumb this time but he was trying his best to make the most of the moment over a pint with the rest of the commandos. And you were back in what was becoming your usual corner of the pub, sipping on a dry red wine. It was bitter on your tongue but after the week you’ve had you needed a drink, even if it meant seeing them.

“You did good back there, thank you” Bucky’s voice shook you from your thoughts. “Okay if I sit?”

You were so caught off guard by anyone really speaking to you, let alone praising you that you couldn’t find anything to say. You just stared at Bucky with wide eyes before nodding slowly. He settled into the chair next to you and took a swig from his bottle.

“You know, on the outside you don’t seem like you’re gonna be much but when you put yourself to work… it’s somethin’ else. You’re a natural.” Bucky told you.

“Um, thanks, I guess?” You brushed off the compliment to give him one of your own, “We wouldn’t be sitting here right now if it weren’t for you all. I’m just some codebreaker, you’re the one doing the leg work”

“Give yourself some credit, you deserve it.” Bucky patted you on the shoulder and for the first time in weeks you felt a spark of genuine happiness. You shyly smiled up at Bucky and took a sip of your wine.

“So, you wanna tell me what’s got Steve snappin’ his cap at everyone? You two break up?”

Your eyes rounded in surprise. You were so sure that no one had known. You were so sure Steve didn’t want anyone to so it didn’t occur to you that Bucky might’ve known.

“Did… Steve tell you? About us?”

“Didn’t have to. I ran after him to talk a few weeks ago and found you two smoochin’”

Your face heated in slight embarrassment but you nodded in understanding.

“I just… it’s not fair that he should show her off like she’s his sweetheart while I’m treated like some dirty secret. I gave him a piece of my mind and he wasn’t able to cope. But I don’t know where this leaves us. He didn’t split but there’s just no way we could go on like this.”

Bucky looked a little miffed but grunted in affirmation. He shook his head and clenched his jaw.

“I knew he and Peggy weren’t for real but what he’s been doin’ to ya ain’t right. Sorry Steve’s been such a knucklehead. My two cents, you go back to him and confront him. And if he’s too much of a punk to see what he’s got you walk.”

You shakily exhale and take another gulp before setting your palms flat against the table.

“Easier said than done, but you’re right”

“I love him, he’s my brother but forget him if he’s too much of a jerk to know what he’s got. But for now let’s just get pleasantly drunk, whaddya say?”

Rather than giving him an answer you downed the rest of your glass and put it down on the table. Bucky was looking at you with a toothy grin.

“Atta girl”

____

The evening had been as promised, you were pleasantly drunk and for the first time in weeks you were letting yourself enjoy the moment. Bucky was funny and kind to you when no one else had even batted an eye and you found yourself grateful for his company that night.

You were humming to yourself as you walked back to your room but just when you reached for the door a hand reached out for your wrist. You didn’t need to look up to know that the hand belonged to Steve. You denied yourself the comfort you found in physical contact and reminded yourself of the situation. You sighed and looked up to him expectantly.

“You and Buck? Just what the hell’s going on?” Steve demanded.

“Oh so now you want to talk to me? You only care now that you’re not my main focus?” You shot right back at him. You swayed slightly, tipsy still from the wine.

Steve’s jaw tensed and he schooled his features though you could tell he was simmering on the inside.

“No”, he said calmly, “I just wanted to know. If you’re trying to make me jealous it’s not going to work.”

“Well I wasn’t trying but apparently it is working.”

Steve’s hands balled into fists and you could see veins beginning to spout in his hands. He didn’t say anything so you continued.

“I give you an ultimatum and tell you how much you’ve hurt me and you only come back once I turn my attention to your best friend? He’s the only one that’s said a nice word to me this whole time. The rest have been caught up in the lie you’ve been spinning with Peggy!”

Your anger was getting the better of you but you were letting it. Anger got you through it the first time, it’ll get you out no matter how it ends.

“That’s not fair-”

“You’re not fair, Steve. The way you’ve been treating me, it isn’t right! I gave you a choice and you’ve been dragging your feet. I’m going to ask you one more time, Steve. Me? Or Her?”

Steve was silent again, you could tell he wasn’t thinking about what he wanted, but he was forming an answer. Deep down you knew it would come to this. He’s never going to hold your hand in public, there’s never going to be an apartment in Brooklyn, there’s never going to be an us between you. Maybe there never was.

Steve started to call your name but you shook your head and scrunched your eyes closed in a mixture of frustration and pain. Tears were welling in your eyes but you’d be damned if Steve Rogers would see a single one fall. He doesn’t deserve it. He doesn’t deserve you, he never did.

“I’m sorry…” Steve offered lamely.

“No, you’re not.” Maybe that wasn’t fair of you to say, Steve did look to be in genuine emotional pain over this but right now you didn’t care. If he had felt any true remorse he wouldn’t have let himself get anywhere with Peggy in the first place.

“I really did want all of that with you, I still do. We could still have it, we just need to get through this, please.”

You shook your head and started ushering him towards the door.

“No, Steve. That’s all gone now. You had your chance but I’m worth more than how you treat me.”

You opened the door and waited for him to leave.

“I think you should go. I don’t have anything left to say to you.”

With that Steve sighed heavily but left with his head hung between his shoulders. You could’ve sworn he was crying but you didn’t care if he was. He made this happen and he didn’t treat you right. So this is what happened.

Tears finally make their way down your face but you don’t feel sad. It’s cathartic almost, like a weight lifted. You’d probably put in for a transfer with the SSR just to save the team the grief but for now you’d keep your head down, keep working. Damn Steve Rogers for not seeing in you what you saw in yourself and damn anyone else that didn’t either.

#anon ask #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x peggy carter #steve rogers angst #marvel x reader #marvel au #40s!Steve #love triangle #secret relationship

[winterhawkwonderland]

WHWL 2021 Wrap-Up!

Here's your master list of all the work from this year! They're listed in alphabetical order by title, so make sure to check everything out!

(AO3 isn't perfect, Tumblr definitely isn't perfect, and I'm the worst of all of them -- if anything needs to be corrected, please email the WHWL account or DM @sevdrag to let us know!)

We hope you had as much fun this year as we did, even with the rushed schedule. See you next year!

“So you don’t get to meet this guy until the day of the wedding?”

“Nope,” Clint says, skipping the stone back across the river’s surface. It makes it all the way across, landing neatly in a shiny silver hand. “All I know is that he’s from your country, they call him the Prince of Winter, and that no one outside of his court has ever seen his face and stayed alive.”

A Love Returned (12629 words) by ChrissiHR Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Hawkeye (Comics), Captain America - All Media Types, Black Widow (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Peggy Carter, Brock Rumlow (mentioned/deceased) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Regency, Miscommunication, Failboats In Love, Christmas Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Arranged Marriage, Marriage of Convenience Series: Part 7 of Winter Holiday Collection Summary:

James never made it as far as Stuyvesant Heights when he reached the twin villages of Bedford & Stuyvesant that harsh and hurried night on horseback in the driving snow all the way up from London. Clint’s mother, Edith, Lady Barton rode out in her fur-lined cloak to greet him as the moon rose and snow continued to blanket the countryside without ceasing. James would lose the road soon, he feared.

Damn and blast, he despised this whole shitty season.

“I’m just on my way into the village to see the wise woman,” the lady confided to James by way of greeting. “I’m glad you’ve finally come, James Barnes, before my lord Earl foolishly recovers and restarts this whole disagreement over again.” She sighed, sounding a hundred plus her years.

“What’s happened? Do you need help, Lady Edith? If it is in my power to give it, I offer any help you need,” James swore.

“Marry my younger son, Lord Barnes,” she demanded bluntly. “Offer for him with all possible haste before his father or brother are given charge somehow over the Bronx estates.”

A Normal Christmas Story (2412 words) by Inktastic1711 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes Additional Tags: Christmas, Fluff, Snow, Winterhawk Wonderland Gift Exchange Summary:

Clint just wants to give Bucky the Christmas he deserves.

Black Tie Christmas (3848 words) by Lissadiane Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton Additional Tags: Christmas Fluff, winterhawk wonderland 2021 Summary:

Bucky has spent far, far too much time and energy recently imagining what he’d do to Clint – with Clint – if given half a chance, and that’s just it. It’s all been imagining. Because Bucky is, according to Steve, who is as insufferable as always, a chicken shit who needs to confess his feelings and cut it out with the pathetic pining.

And Bucky was gonna. Tonight. At the Christmas party. It seemed the sort of festive, romantic, grand gesture sort of time and place.

Until Clint had disappeared.

Bucky’s Good (4596 words) by ChrissiHR Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America - All Media Types, Hawkeye (Comics), Black Widow (Movie 2021) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Phil Coulson (mentioned), Darcy Lewis (mentioned) Additional Tags: somft snipers, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Clint is Catnip to Russian Assassins, Clint Barton Is a Good Bro, Hair Braiding, Touching, Identity Series: Part 8 of Winter Holiday Collection Summary:

“Barnes?” Clint called across the Avengers private parking level. “You alright, man?”

No answer was forthcoming, but he did pause to gaze longingly at a motorcycle with a Stark-designed boot on it—meant to keep Barnes from disappearing this week while Congress decided his fate.

At-fault criminal co-conspirator of Hydra or longest held prisoner of war in United States history.

The real bitch of it was it could still go either way.

Change of Routine (2106 words) by AveryRogers83 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Winterhawk - Fandom, MCU AU - Fandom Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton Additional Tags: None Summary:

Bucky was having the worst morning and it only got worse when he found out his favorite coffee shop gets shut down for renovations now he has to figure out where to go to get his morning addiction.

Distant Sky (4511 words) by ClaraxBarton Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America - All Media Types, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Winter Soldier (Comics), Hawkeye (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov Characters: Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Jessica Jones Additional Tags: winterhawk - Freeform, Fluff, Hawkeye appropriate angst, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Summary:

That gave him pause, as he put them into the little ceramic dish on his nightstand where he deposited them every night. He’d lost the fancy case for them, like, the second day he’d had them. So instead, they spent nights in the same dish where he’d put his wedding band the last time he’d taken it off, six years ago.

He lifted it up and passed it along the tips of his fingers. It felt so fragile, which was a weird thing to think. It was metal - titanium, even. Still, with the ring sitting in the center of his palm, it looked small and fragile. A couple of chipped edges, a few scratches.

Double Exposure (6036 words) by bittercape Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Friday (Marvel) Additional Tags: Avengers Tower, Ensemble Cast, background developing stony, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Mutual Pining, Drama Llama Bucky, Human Disaster Clint Barton, Sassy Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Has A Heart, winterhawk wonderland 2021 Summary:

“What on earth is going on?” Clint asked the air. “The boss is plotting,” FRIDAY answered him. “Maybe I should go to Bed-Stuy for a few days?” “Don’t think that would help, pal,” said FRIDAY, and Clint sighed and resigned himself to whatever was coming.

Do you see what I see? (4747 words) by TheOnlyCeeCeeJ Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hawkeye (Comics), Winter Soldier (Comics), Marvel Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Additional Tags: Winterhawk Wonderland Gift Exchange, Snowed In, Bigfoot - Freeform, Getting Together, Idiots in Love, Missions Gone Wrong, Friends to Lovers, Kinda Summary:

When Bucky and Clint get trapped out in a snow storm, no comms, with only a stranger's cabin as shelter, Clint has to find some way to keep himself entertained... And it wasn't in the way he expected. Books!? A new obsession that isn't his best friend?

Huh.

Fighting Hoard (2 words) by madnerding Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Hawkeye (Comics), Marvel 616 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Illustrations, Art Summary:

My gift to Shatteredhourglass for the prompt Zombie Apocalypse!

dragon-napped (1855 words) by hawksonfire Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Dragons, Dragon Bucky Barnes, King Clint Barton, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Boys Kissing, Boys In Love, Kidnapping, Well - Freeform, kind of, is it kidnapping if it's voluntary, Top Bucky Barnes, Bottom Clint Barton, big dick bucky barnes Summary:

Clint sits in the cave, idly tossing golden coins into a vase on the other side of the cave. “Y’know, if you wanted to see me again, all you have to do is knock on the front gates. You don’t have to kidnap me every time you want to spend time with me.”

“But I like kidnapping you,” the dragon says, his large scaled head coming around to peer at Clint.

Freefall (17749 words) by dr_girlfriend Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Hawkeye (Comics), Marvel (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Phil Coulson Additional Tags: Discussion of Canon Child Abuse, Discussion of Canon Brainwashing, Seizures, Epilepsy, Fluff, SHIELD Agent Clint Barton, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Strike Team Delta (Marvel), Sharing a Bed, Sharing Body Heat, Stranded, Slow Burn Summary:

It’s a small hunting cabin. It’s unlikely to have heat or electricity, and it looks uninhabited, but it’s shelter, and Clint is beyond relieved to have managed to make it within striking distance. Just a little longer … a little farther …

It takes him long enough that he would be ashamed under any other circumstances, but eventually he gets the lock open and swings the door wide.

“Fuck me.”

It’s a small one-room cabin, dark and dusty, and notable primarily for the fact that the fucking Winter Soldier is inside, straightening up from where he was hunched by the fireplace, drawing his knife.

Goose- Destroyer of the Gingerbread community (2882 words) by hopelessly_me Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Peter Parker, Goose the Flerken Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Kid Fic, Child Peter, Goose the not-cat, Gingerbread House, Gingerbread Decorating, Babysitting, Clint is not into tentacles coming out of a cat's mouth, Fluff, Best uncles ever, Talking About The Future, stony as parents Summary:

While Steve and Tony are away, Clint and Bucky are in charge of watching both Peter and Goose.

It could be worse (7391 words) by Coriesocks Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Hawkeye (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton Additional Tags: Getting Together, idiots to lovers, Snow, Minor Injuries, Blood, not graphic, Oblivious Clint Barton, himbo clint, Forced Proximity, mother hen bucky, Stranded, Matt Fraction-inspired Clint Barton, Drinking, Swearing Series: Part 4 of Marvel fics Summary:

After a mission goes wrong, Clint finds himself stranded in the middle of nowhere with only Bucky for company. It’s freezing cold, he’s injured, and Bucky’s being a pain in the ass, but at least they’re alive. Although when they stumble across an abandoned cabin in the woods, Clint’s not so sure how much longer this will be the case.

Know When To Hold 'Em (11345 words) by flawedamythyst Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Additional Tags: Exes to Lovers, Gambling, Poker, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Crymaxing, Explicit Sexual Content, Breaking Up & Making Up, Grindr Summary:

Four years ago, Bucky walked out of Clint's life. The last thing Clint is expecting when he arranges Grindr hook-up is for him to walk back into it.

light the candles (1738 words) by HeartonFire Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Additional Tags: Hanukkah, Hanukkah Fluff, Jewish Bucky Barnes, Cooking, Strip Dreidel, Fluff Summary:

“What’s all this?” Bucky asks, staring around at the truly impressive mess Clint has made of his kitchen. There’s oil all over the counter, which is making the flour stick in weird clumps, and the sink is absolutely piled with dishes. Clint’s recipes are wet and dissolving next to the sink and he glances at the clock to see that he’s somehow lost two hours and Bucky isn’t even terribly early - it all just took longer than Clint anticipated. This is not how this was supposed to go.

Love Potion No. 10 (7938 words) by Kangofu_CB Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Maria Hill Additional Tags: Las Vegas, Villain of the Week, Love Potion/Spell, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm, Maria Hill doesn't deserve this, Winterhawk Team Up Brings Headache: More at 11 Summary:

What happens when you combine a mad scientist, a "love potion", and a SHIELD mission in Las Vegas?

Bucky thinks it's a vacation.

Clint thinks it's his best mission yet.

Maria Hill thinks it's a disaster in the making.

Somehow, they're all right.

Make it home (here with you) (10341 words) by Aki_of_Eyluvial Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes & Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Lucky (Hawkeye) Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Domestic Fluff, Deaf Clint Barton, Clint Barton's Farm, Idiots in Love, Christmas Fluff, First Kiss, Getting Together, Winterhawk Wonderland Gift Exchange Summary:

Clint retreats to the farm after what happens in New York. Bucky stumbles in the farm after the winter soldier flees from hydra. Nothing can go wrong with two trained assassins living together by accident, right? Actually, everything could go right, if you ignore random arrows in random places. And what was supposed to be a couple days stay quickly turns into Christmas.

OR

How long can it take for two smart, trained assassins to realize love was getting in the way and neither wanted to push it away?

Not Your Average Coffee Shop Romance (4318 words) by Flowerparrish Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanov (Marvel) Additional Tags: Demiromantic Clint Barton, Pansexual Clint Barton, Aromantic Bucky Barnes, Queer Bucky Barnes, POV Clint Barton, POV Third Person, Coffee is a love language, Love Languages, Touch Starved Bucky Barnes, First Time, First Kiss, Friends With Benefits, Developing Relationship, Polyamory Negotiations, Touch-Starved, Boundaries, Hipster Clint Barton, Hipster Bucky Barnes Summary:

Clint’s not the kind of guy who tells people he loves them on a regular basis. That’s probably for the best; Natasha might break out in hives if he told her too often (so, any more often than every few life-or-death scenarios they wind up in). But he’s great at a well-timed pat on the arm or one-armed hug to show someone that they’re not alone, and he’s great at the offhand compliment that seems absent-minded but hits the target just right.

Clint’s got better aim than most, and that’s not limited to bullets and arrows.

OR

Coffee might just be Clint's (receiving) love language, and he's on a mission to return the favor.

Our First Christmas Together (1571 words) by TiBun Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton Additional Tags: Traffic Related Injury, Fluff, soft boyfriends in love, Deaf Clint Barton Summary:

Bucky and Clint discuss how to spend their first Christmas together, then reality catches up to decide for them.

see the stars come out of the sky (11060 words) by Veryrachael Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Hawkeye (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Kate Bishop, Lucky (Hawkeye) Additional Tags: Road Trip, Mutual Pining, Christmas, Minor Injuries, Bucky Barnes Is a Good Bro, Clint Barton is a Shambles, winterhawk wonderland 2021 Summary:

“Arrested, yeah, I remember. How the hell do you have ten grand in cash - no, you know what, don’t tell me, forget I asked,” Clint says resignedly. “So let me get this straight. You want me to drive all the way out to Niagara Falls, pick up what I’m sure is a totally legit random bag of cash from somewhere, use it to bail you out, and drive all the way back.”

In which Bucky helps Clint help Barney. There’s a road trip, slightly inept fumbling of the emotional and physical varieties, and a bit with a dog.

self love (2991 words) by avengersincamphalfbloodstardis Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton Additional Tags: Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Smut, Bucky Barnes Recovering Summary:

Bucky is still working on giving in to his own wants after so many years of being controlled. A revelation makes that a little easier for him.

Stand Down, Simmer Down (3192 words) by vexbatch Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, Winterhawk Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Werewolves, Domestic Fluff, Feelings, Slice of Life, Trans Clint Barton, Nonbinary Clint Barton, bucky is a good sounding board, clint is a grumpy goose, not literally a goose, nat is trying to be a good bro Summary:

All set for a relaxing vacation, Bucky helps Clint work through an old argument they have with Nat while making some chili.

Stranger Things Have Happened (Wintertime Love) (10017 words) by rearranged Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Hawkeye (Comics), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Winter Soldier (Comics), Marvel (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wade Wilson, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes Additional Tags: Fluff, Slow Burn, Texting, Clint Barton's Apartment Building, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Friendship, Holidays Summary:

It started with a dog.

A cheesy Hallmark holiday AU (featuring a rescue doggo) written for the Winterhawk Wonderland Gift Exchange!

Suspension of belief (3644 words) by Lacerta Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton Additional Tags: Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Gets a Hug, bucky barnes gets help, Clint Barton Is a Good Bro, Protective Clint Barton, Magical Realism, mind magic, Happy Ending, Getting Together, First Kiss Summary:

“I need to get you somewhere private,” the stranger says in a gruff, low voice that seems to be hoarse from disuse, and Clint measures him up quickly.

A lot can be said about Hawkeye’s quick reactions and professional instincts when in the field, but in moments like this, when he’s just Clint, he defaults to the mess he is inside and blabbers the first thing that comes to mind.

“You know, handsome, I’m no stranger to random hook-ups, but it’s probably the first time I’ve heard a come-on this blunt in the middle of the street.”

***

When Clint thought of coming face to face with the Winter Soldier, he pictured staring down the barrel – though he didn’t really believe he’d be granted anything more personal than a long-distance shot. The man he meets, young and lost, is nothing like he imagined. With a great record in reforming feared assassins, how can Clint not try to help?

The Purrsuit of Your Affections (9131 words) by OriginalCeenote Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hawkeye (Comics), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov Characters: Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Friday, Nick Fury, Leonard "Doc" Sampson, Emma Frost, dr. helen cho Additional Tags: Secretly a Creature Clint Barton, Flirty Bucky, Clueless Clint Barton, idiots to lovers, Cat!Clint, Alien Venom, Transmogrification, Cuddling, No Smut, crackfic, giftfic, Winterhawk Wonderland Exchange gift for Lacerta, the author is a horrible person, but you knew this Summary:

“What’s up with this cat? He’s just… almost aggressively friendly. Hey, where’s Clint?” The marmalade tabby is purring like a motor and getting really, really familiar on Bucky’s lap, kneading his thighs and arching up into Bucky’s caresses. He wasn’t crazy about the cat hair already clinging to his black tac pants, but there were worse things. This cat was courteous enough to retract his claws while he was “making biscuits.”

“Dunno,” Steve mused. “Been a while since I’ve seen him.”

the spark before the dark (3622 words) by 1000_directions Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Hawkeye (Comics), Hawkeye (TV 2021) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Bathtubs, brief panic attack, Kissing, Sensory Deprivation, Hard of Hearing Clint Barton, Power Outage, No Sex Summary:

They don’t like to get too affectionate in front of the team. Clint already feels insecure enough in his breakable body next to all these superpowered people, so he’s not exactly itching to show them how weirdly tender and vulnerable he can be when he lets down all his hangups and inhibitions. That’s private. That’s just his and Bucky’s.

Clint and Bucky take care of each other in the dark.

The Twelve Pains of Christmas (5151 words) by enknifepointe Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel 616, Marvel (Comics), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel) Additional Tags: Laura is in this, but she's just a coworker of Clint's, Jewish Bucky Barnes, Deaf Clint Barton, First Meetings, First Dates, Winterhawk Wonderland Gift Exchange Summary:

Christmas can be a great season, but it doesn’t come without its drawbacks and pains. This season, Clint can count at least five already. 1. Retail working around the season. 2. Trying to set lights up in his apartment. 3. His dog getting into things he shouldn’t. 4. The goddamn wrapping paper always rips when he tries to fold it over corners. 5. Wait, his date doesn’t celebrate Christmas? Aw man, and he made everything festive!

Or: Clint may be awkward, but he can kill at planning (sort of) first dates. Until it kinda goes bad…In a good way if there was such a thing.

A Retail Worker/Tattoo Artist AU, but Holiday edition.

Traditions of Ordinary (1737 words) by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Hawkeye (TV 2021), Hawkeye (Comics), Winter Soldier (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Implied Sexual Content, Idiots in Love, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Married Life, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Smut, Christmas Tree, Christmas Cookies, Traditions, POV Bucky Barnes, Deaf Clint Barton, Slice of Life, First Christmas Summary:

On their first Christmas as a married couple, Bucky struggles to accept that Clint doesn’t need anything special. Instead, all he wants is the ordinary as long as Bucky’s part of that.

what you really, really want (8340 words) by Noxnthea Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hawkeye (Comics), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers, Friday (Marvel) Additional Tags: Fluff, Feelings, Humor, Misunderstandings, Holidays, Pining, Jewish Bucky Barnes, Pietro Maximoff is a Little Shit, (maybe just a lil bit of magical mishap), Friday is also a little shit and we love her for it Summary:

Clint has been stuck in a cycle of hopeless pining after Bucky for ages.

Clint and Bucky have been dating for longer than either of them can remember.

This holiday season, both of these statements are true.

Who Am I To Be Loved By You (7488 words) by trashkingtater Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Clint POV, Third Person POV, Canon Divergent, Angst with a Happy Ending, Endgame Fix-It, Time Travel, everyone survives, Background Sam/Steve - Freeform, Clint Only Kills Hydra as Ronin, Minor suicidal ideation, recovery themes Summary:

“We can save him,” Natasha says, voice full and bright. “We can save everyone.” “Don’t give me hope,” Clint chokes back the complicated, complex emotion, tears welling up in his eyes as he tries to fight back the feelings raging through his chest. He would do anything, anything to see Bucky one more time. Even so, hope reverberates through him, like a dying flame, but still alive. “Tell me what I have to do.” .

Willow (4203 words) by Ladyladylady Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Hawkeye (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Kate Bishop Additional Tags: Jewish Bucky Barnes, Matt Fraction-inspired Clint Barton, Holidays, Hanukkah, Family, Holiday Fic Exchange, Boys In Love, Established Relationship, Ugly Holiday Sweaters, precocious nieces, extended Barnes family - Freeform, Fluff Series: Part 11 of WinterHawk Bingo Round 3 Fills Summary:

“Clint, relax,” Bucky whispers as Clint shifts his weight nervously on the balls of his feet.

“I am relaxed,” Clint says automatically, tension vibrating from his body. This is Clint's first time meeting Bucky’s family and he’s terrified. If Bucky could hear his internal monolog of Oh shit! he would scoff at Clint in a good-natured way, before reminding him that Steve is his closest family, and Clint got along well with Steve before he even knew Bucky.

Bucky brings Clint home to his big Jewish family.

[art] Winter Morning In Bed-Stuy (15 words) by Soapyquartz Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Hawkeye (Comics), Winter Soldier (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Lucky the Pizza Dog, Alpine (Marvel) Additional Tags: winterhawk - Freeform, Winterhawk Wonderland Gift Exchange Summary:

For Kangofu_CB for Winterhawk wonderland 2021! Domestic pet cuddling, awful Festive decorations, and a knife under the pillow.

[ART] what more can i say (59 words) by pietray Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes Additional Tags: Fanart, Screen Reader Friendly, Screen Reader Compatible Summary:

It's art, there's snow, it's cold, they might kiss who knows.

With You (0 words) by RoboRatto Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Hawkeye (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton Additional Tags: Holidays, Christmas, Hanukkah, Fluff, Digital Art, Winterhawk Wonderland Gift Exchange Summary:

Fluffy Winterhawk artwork created for the Winterhawk Wonderland gift exchange.

Wolf Moon (15037 words) by mariana_oconnor Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton Characters: Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Alexander Pierce, Brock Rumlow, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Winifred Barnes Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Canon-Typical Violence, Pack Dynamics, Clint Barton Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Hydra (Marvel), are the worst, Minor Character Death, this got kind of out of hand, Deaf Clint Barton Summary:

Once a year at the Wolf Moon the packs meet to handle their grievances and negotiations. Once a year, Clint and Bucky meet in secret. Only this year, Hydra makes its move and Bucky is forced to make a choice.

You Let Him Off The Leash?? (1202 words) by YouRuttingFool Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes & Clint Barton Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Alpine (Marvel), Lucky (Hawkeye) Additional Tags: Christmas Fluff, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Alpine might be a flerkin who knows, Lucky is a good boy, Clint is a good dog dad, will add more tags but am tired Summary:

“Why did you let him off the leash again?!”

“Because he's a good boy that doesn't run off without good reason.”

“Need I remind you of the times Lucky has run into traffic because of a squirrel?”

“Squirrels are assholes, if I saw an asshole I'd probably chase it into traffic too.”

“Well…you're a dumbass.”

“I'm your dumbass though, what does that make you?”

“An even bigger dumbass.”

“Exactly.”

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Hey there hope you are doing well🥰🥰🥰Saw you were open to blurb request...can you please write a fluff related to my second steve rogers x reader story...where the reader forgives steve after his tiresome efforts to win back his family..Like can you write about how a domestic sunday willl be in their lives Steve's, reader's and Ollie's? how they will enjoy breakfasta and Steve enjoys the day with his wife and son❤❤❤

A/N: This is basically an alternative ending to Regretting his Decisions. The original one basically ended in all angst so I hope you guys like this as well. It is totally different from the first one. Just something new :)

Regretting His Decisions (S.R)

Steve Rogers AU (Fan fiction Masterlist)

Summary: Steve and reader come together after she forgives him for all the things that he had done in the past. Now, they are spending a Sunday together with their son, Oliver. It is all fluff.

Warning: None. Fluff all the way.

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There were times when you thought that you shouldn’t have forgiven Steve because society thought that you were in a toxic relationship. They thought that he shouldn’t have come back into your life as he chose Peggy. But Tony told you the real reason. Peggy had hijacked the time machine and Steve had to spend his whole life in the past to rebuild that time machine. That’s why he didn’t come back to you.

However, Steve came back to you like he promised he would. He got Scott to help him reverse the past and become his old self. He was going to choose you and that’s what mattered the most. Your husband knew that the things he did in the start of your marriage were cruel and he didn’t deserve you. But he had suffered a lot and he was truly in love with you. That’s why you gave him a chance. You deserved to be happy as well and your family needed a proper chance.

At first, your interaction was just limited to Oliver and you lived separately even though you knew the truth. It was hard to forgive him for the things he had actually done like belittling you or abandoning you. But as time progressed, you saw how he was with your son and how he treated you with nothing but respect.

Steve gave you as much space as you needed and he was there for you when you needed him. He was there when your library burnt down during a fire hazard. He was there to console you when your parents suddenly died in a car crash. He was there when Ollie broke his arm while playing football. He was always there and that’s what got you to eventually open up to him. You finally asked to try again and for him to move into the house. Your family was happy and that’s what mattered. Other people can go to hell.

“Stevie, mommy needs pancakes.” Your three year old was sitting on the counter with his legs swinging back and forth. He was currently arguing with his father about your breakfast preference because apparently he knew you better than your husband.

“No, Mommy loves waffles. You want pancakes so you’re telling me to make them.” The little boy had been up for the past two hours because he had a nightmare. He always wanted to cuddle with his father afterwards and now, he was angry. “I’m your dad, buddy. Not Stevie.”

“But Mommy calls you Stevie.” He whined as he jumped in his place. Steve was quick to hold him in his place before he could fall. Oliver was never afraid to get hurt because he healed too quickly. The serum running through his veins always made him feel like a super hero. In a way, he was but Steve was always worried about him.

“She can do that. Not you.” At this point, he was just messing with his son.

“I can, Stevie.” Oliver asserted his point.

“Okay, buddy. Can I call you Ollie then?” This was going to get interesting, really fast.

“No! Mommy calls me that name only.” Giving him a pointed look, Steve laughed out loud. “Okay, daddy. I get it now.”

“Good boy. Now, let’s start making the breakfast.” Tying an apron around himself, he started taking out all the ingredients.

It was Sunday so you didn’t have work today. You always slept in late on Sundays and Steve always made sure that you got your much needed rest. A twelve hour job and a hyper three year old sucked out most of your energy so he didn’t like to disturb you for anything. Morning breakfast was your family’s tradition.

Steve didn’t know how to cook properly but you never complained. His burnt french toasts are better than any five star chicken steal and that was saying a lot. You loved him too much to ever say that you didn’t want to eat the breakfast made by him. It was such a sweet gesture that you teared up whenever you saw them entering the room with a tray in their hands.

“Baby, you have to hold on to the vase tightly.” Your husband’s hushed voice filtered through the door and woke you up from your deep slumber. Footsteps echoed through the wooden floor and soon the door opened.

“Mommy!!! Look I made you breakfast.” Jumping on the bed, he completely forgot about the vase of pink flowers and dropped them on the bed.

“Oh, thank you, baby.” Oliver’s knee accidentally hit you in the stomach and knocked the breath out of your lung. Gasping, you slightly cradled your child, “Be careful, bubs.”

“Sorry, mommy.”

Laughing, Steve corrected his son, “Oliver, we both made the breakfast and I did most of the work.”

“I beat waffle mixture.”

“You dropped it all on the kitchen counter. Not the same thing, baby.” He got up on the bed but still was not a match for his father’s height.

“I made it. I’m better than you.”

Interrupting them before Oliver truly got angry, “My baby is better than everyone. Stevie, don’t tease him.”

“’kay, darling.” He raised his hands in surrender and joined you both on the bed.

Steve was thankful for his little family and he tried to spend every waking moment with them. He didn’t want to miss the special moments so he made sure to take time off from missions. Nothing was more important than his family. There was still regret in his heart for treating you like crap in the early years of marriage. He would never forgive himself for the heinous acts that he committed. He will spend every moment making it up to you.

Finishing the breakfast with a lot of teasing and jokes, you went to get ready for the day. Meanwhile, your husband took Oliver to his room and gave him a shower. Oliver was a total boy in the sense that he ran away from the idea of shower. Only Steve could make him sit in a tub long enough to actually bathe him and by the end of it, no one knew who actually showered. Steve would emerge out of the washroom with water dripping down his hair and drenched clothes.

Today was no different. ”Help this little devil with his clothes while I go change.”

“Aw. Thank you, babe.” You tried to hold in your laughter when you saw his condition but you couldn’t help it.

“Next time, you’re doing it.”

“Sure sure.” Pecking him on the lips, you went into Ollie’s closet. He always said this but he was there to take your son before you could even think about taking him to shower. He would never admit it but he liked this chore. It was a bonding time for him and Oliver.

For today you all agreed that it would be best to just relax around the house. With the upcoming Hydra missions, the media had been loitering around your house to have an interview with Steve. You both decided that the best way to attain some privacy would be to stay home.

“Incredible, please!” The little boy sitting on your lap looked at you with puppy dog eyes that you didn’t have the heart to refuse.

“But we have watched that movie a hundred times.” Steve whined from his place on the couch.

“Not a hundred times, daddy. Just seven times.” Counting on his fingers, he showed you both eight fingers instead of seven.

“That’s eight fingers, baby.” You put one of his fingers down and squished his cheeks. He was too cute for his own good. “And we can watch it one more time but that’s it.”

Steve knew that he would be outnumbered in this match so he just gave up. At this point, he knew the dialogues by heart. But he preferred this over being lonely. He stocked up on all the snacks a day before so you were all set for a movie marathon. It was going to be really fun.

In between the movie, Oliver made you sing all the songs and you all cried when Mufasa died. Even Steve had slight tears in his eyes. Fate was cruel to the Lion King and he could never think of leaving his family alone. It was too much but then the happy ending always brought him joy. This movie truly was a true roller coaster.

“I wanna watch Boss Baby now.” The little boy demanded as soon as credits rolled in.

“Okay, boss.”

“He truly is the boss, isn’t he?” You looked down at the snuggled up child on the couch.

“Yes, he is.” Ruffling his hair, Steve gave his son an adoring smile.

The whole day, you kept going through movies that were demanded by Oliver and around five, you all fell asleep on the couch. It was a really good nap and you woke up before both your boys. You made them dinner because you wanted to eat proper food. Steaks and broccoli was the best option so you went with it.

“You made dinner?” The two hands snaking around your waist startled for you a second but you relaxed when you heard his voice.

“Yeah. Got up before you guys so just thought to start working on dinner.” You kept your hands on the side of his face while he nuzzled his face in your neck. He was extra clingy today and you loved that about him.

“Okay, I loved spending time with you both today.”

“We both did as well. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You were interrupted before you could kiss your husband.

“I’m hungry!” Oliver came waltzing into the kitchen and Steve picked him up.

Both of you looked at each other before saying it together, “We love you, Ollie.”

“Family hug!” Your son was demanding and you both would never deny his wishes. Your family was too cute and you loved them too much.

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The Sweetest Apparition - Part 3

Pairing: Peggy Carter x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and historian who specializes in the life and legacy of Captain Carter. After Nick Fury uses the Tesseract to bring Peggy back, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. contacts the reader to help her navigate life in the XXI century.

Warnings and notes: Food, mentions of Steggy, mentions of Stucky, very small mentions of war. Other characters are also mentioned. This got way longer than the first two parts, but there’s also way more Peggy here. This series takes place after the last scene of What If… episode one, including spoilers to that episode. Reader uses she/her pronouns.

Word count: 2,304

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It should be a short walk to your apartment, but you made a small stop each time Captain Carter was curious about something. You also got some take out on the way, making sure to pick at least four different options from separate places and a couple of desserts too, since you didn’t know her taste yet. It was a while before you made it to your street.

During the entire time, your chatting was limited to safe topics - how loud and bright the city was, how many screens there were, the amount of coffee options that existed now. You watched Carter fall in love with her caramel coffee and made a mental note to buy her more sweets.

Soon, the Captain would also need to go shopping. Fury had gotten her the formal white blouse and the black pants she wore now, an outfit much more discreet than the uniform she was wearing when she fell, but that was her entire wardrobe at the moment. That was another mission you should handle, but it could wait until after lunch.

When you finally got home, you placed the food over a kitchen counter and gave Carter a quick tour of the apartment. It wasn’t much, but hopefully it would be enough for both of you until she was more familiar with this century. The tour ended where it started: in your tiny kitchen. You pulled a stool for the Captain and presented her with the options for lunch.

“I suppose you’ve never tried some of those, so I got a few different meals. Burritos, sweet and sour chicken, calzones and Pad Thai. For dessert, there’s lemon tart and triple chocolate cake. I might have gotten a little carried away.”

Peggy took a seat and examined her options. You wondered if that would be, technically her first meal since the 40’s.

“They are all tempting, but I might start with this one.” Her eyes were fixated on a burrito as if it was the Holy Grail. Yeah, that was surely the first time she ate in seventy years. She dove in, so focused on her meal that you didn’t dare to interrupt. Meanwhile, you took the other stool and picked a calzone, eating it while you watched Carter.

You were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that she was really here, and it was surprising that you hadn’t completely freaked out so far, but the prospect of the rest of the day started to worry you. The Captain would certainly have a lot of questions and, if there were inquiries that Fury left for you to answer, they probably pertained more to her personal life than to great historical events.

If the registers about her were right, it wouldn’t be long before the real conversation started. Peggy Carter was too smart to have such a debate in the middle of the street, but she wasn’t known for stalling. As soon as she finished her meal, in the privacy of your (now shared) kitchen, you would have to provide about seven decades of answers.

Before you could try to prepare yourself, she was done with her second burrito. You almost suggested dessert, but the look she gave you left no room for pauses. Carter turned on her stool to face you directly, her posture becoming straighter and her eyes never leaving yours. She was the perfect image of Captain Carter, the hero, the legend who defeated all odds. Still, when she spoke, there was softness in her voice.

“The meal was lovely and so is the apartment. I can’t thank you enough for you kindness, Agent L/N, but I must ask a few things more of you. If you have studied about my life, you must know what happened to Steve Rogers after I was gone.”

You should be ready for that. Of course her first personal concern would be about Rogers. His story with Carter went down in history as a tragic tale of love, bravery and loss. To his last days, Rogers had made it his mission to honor her legacy, but that wasn’t all that he did. How do you tell a person that the love of her life went on to live a decades long, fulfilling relationship with someone else, even though, from her perspective, they were together the day before?

“Please, call me Y/N. And you can ask anything, Captain. I will tell you everything I can.” You took a deep breath, going through the words in your head in search of the best way to let her know. It was best to keep nothing out. Carter deserved that. “Steve Rogers continued to serve as the Hydra Stomper until the war had ended and all known Hydra operations had been eliminated. After that, he stepped out of the suit so that Howard Stark could continue his research with the Tesseract. I believe neither of them ever gave up on bringing you back, but, in many ways, they also moved on to build new lives.”

You made a small pause, in case she wanted to say something, but Carter only gave you a nod, encouraging you to continue. It was impossible to look away from her eyes, or to keep anything hidden when she stared at you with such intensity. Even in silence, sitting still, she emanated a power that kept you talking.

“A few years after the war, Rogers and Stark started an intelligence agency to keep the world safe from threats we could barely understand. They named it S.H.I.E.L.D., because of you. That is the agency I work for, directed by Nick Fury.” There was something poetic in the way that same agency ended up being the reason Peggy Carter was back, but it wasn’t your place to point that out. “Rogers never stopped fighting, even without the suit. He was a legendary agent, working along with James Barnes until they retired. They were also together for the rest of their lives.”

That was the piece of information you feared would break Carter’s heart, but she had a bright smile after hearing that.

“That suits them. All of them.” The joy in her voice sounded so sincere, and you couldn’t help but ask.

“Were you and Rogers… Together? It is said so in the official files, but…” In your studies, you sometimes wondered if their relationship was just a myth, maybe a publicity stunt to humanize the fallen super soldier. It was your job to question the data, but you had never paid that possibility much attention until now.

Instead of being offended by your invasion of her privacy, Carter laughed so lightly and freely that you felt your cheeks getting warm.

“Oh, darling, Steve Rogers had a heart too big to have only one soul mate. He was the love of my life, yes, and I was the love of his, but not the only one. A love so beautiful and dedicated is supposed to be shared. Of course I’m sad I didn’t get to share the rest of his life with him, but I’m relieved to know that he and Bucky had each other. And that’s not to say I’m a being of such virtue that I’m above jealousy. I felt jealous of Steve alright, many times, but I could never be jealous of him with Buck. They fit well together and they were good for each other. They were real, just as Steve and I were. Steve deserved to be loved through a lifetime. I’m grateful that he was.”

Carter’s eyes shined with tears, but she didn’t allow any to fall. Maybe she would let herself grief for the lost possibilities later, but for now she was handling such an emotional journey with more elegance than you thought possible. It didn’t seem to be an act at all. On the contrary, what touched you the most was the honesty in her words. That selflessness of being genuinely happy to hear of how her soul mate lived on without her, in love with someone else, told you more about Peggy Carter than any history book ever had. And that’s how she reacted right after being thrown into the next century, coming directly from a war and landing in a world she didn’t recognize.

“I don’t think history ever made you justice, Captain. The general public thinks of you as a hero, but they’re so far from knowing the person behind the suit... You know, it’s very nice to meet you.” You couldn’t help but sharing a bit of what was on your mind. To that moment, your hero was turning out to be even better than your daydreams, and it was only fair to let her know so.

At that, she gave you a big smile and your heart skipped a beat. You would have a hard time sharing an apartment with this woman.

“You are far too kind to me. To be honest, they never showed much interest on me, suit or not, until I went against official orders and started throwing tanks around and fighting the battles that needed to be fought. I am more concerned about what I am able to achieve, regardless of how they will see me. And there’s no need to call me Captain, Y/N. Heavens, we live and work together now and you’re my guide to modern life. Peggy is fine. And it’s nice to meet you too.” She took the initiative to get a slice of chocolate cake, already making herself at home. You had the feeling that her adaptation to this world wouldn’t be too difficult, all things considered. Peggy Carter would take whatever she was given and make more of it than anyone imagined possible.

“As you wish, Peggy. Speaking of that, there’s a lot I think you’ll like to see about life now. What else are you curious about?” You took your own slice of cake, trying to feel at ease in this conversation. You couldn’t be on high alert whenever Carter was around if she was going to be around all the time, but that was easier said than done. Your responsibilities here were enormous and, to be frank, you were determined to be your best self and impress her, even if just a bit. Maybe telling her about the wonders of nowadays technology would do the trick.

“I am curious about everything. I can’t wait to know all about the development of science, or what I missed in seven decades of sociopolitical turmoil, but there’s one more person I’d love to hear about before we get to that. You mentioned Howard moving on with his life, didn’t you? What exactly was that little menace up to while I was gone?”

Now, that was a rich topic of conversation.

“Well, Stark continued his research with the Tesseract and with many other projects, sometimes along with the US government, and he built a billionaire empire. Weapons, all sorts of technology, wild parties. The man had everything. He has a son, Tony, who inherited the tech, the money and the brains, but with a stronger inclination to heroism. You see, Tony Stark built himself a supersuit, partially inspired by his father’s Hydra Stomper, but with a larger variety of uses. It’s said that Steve Rogers was a sort of mentor to him, but I couldn’t get Stark to talk a lot about it when I interviewed him.”

You couldn’t tell which part made Peggy more excited. She nodded along as you listed Howard Stark’s achievements, as if it was all expected, and her eyes got wider when you told her about his son. When you mentioned Rogers, she almost jumped in her seat. She was already invested, but dropping that name sealed the deal.

“Fury gave me this.” She took two business cards out of her pocket. “It has his telephone number and Barton’s too. Could I use your telephone to call him? I would like to meet this Tony Stark, and I bet Fury would be able to reach him.” 

Giving Director Fury a call from your cellphone felt strange, but how could you deny Peggy that? If the Director gave her the number, he wanted her to be able to reach him, right? 

Instead of dialing yourself, you showed Carter how to use the phone. She looked like a kid on Christmas whenever she was given access to new technology. You would make sure she got a cellphone of her own soon so you could show her everything the device could do. 

She called Fury and you waited as they talked for less than two minutes. Peggy handed you the phone when she was done, with a smile that said she got what she wanted.

“So, what did the Director say?” You asked, anxious to know the outcome of the call.

“We’re meeting Tony Stark tomorrow at 2pm in his tower. Was it him who named it Stark tower or is that Howard’s doing?” She narrowed her eyes a bit, still smiling.

“The tower was built by Tony, so I think we can’t blame Howard for that one.” You joked. “Are you meeting Fury at S.H.I.E.L.D. before you two go to Stark’s?”

“Oh, Fury is not going. He booked the meeting for you and me, if you would like to accompany me.” Peggy sounded hesitant, as if she had just considered that you might not want to join her on that plan. 

"You’re asking me if I wish to be there when Captain Carter meets Tony Stark? Please, if I didn’t get the chance to be a part of that exchange, I would beg you for a detailed retelling as soon as you got home.” 

Your reply made Peggy laugh once more, and you were getting used to that sound very quickly.

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