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marvelflame2010 · 1 year
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Tony: Hey wait a minute. Y/n and Bucky’s not here. 
Sam: What you do mean by Y/n and Bucky’s not here?
Tony: I MEAN Y/N AND THE FUCKING WINTER SOLDIER ISN’T HERE, GENERAL BIRD-BRAIN!!! 
Yelena: Oh my god, I’m using that
Steve: ENOUGH! I’ll call them* calls Y/n’s phone*
Y/n: Hello?
Steve: Y/n, where tf are you and Bucky?? I’m here, Sam’s here, Tony’s here, your aunt’s here-
Peter: *arrives* Sorry I’m late guys. I had chem homework
Steve: Queens just swung in. You two are the only ones not here!
Y/n: What the hell are you talking about, you star-spangled idiot. Bucky and I are at 103 Presley Street, like the address said. Where the tf are you?
Steve: I’m at.... Aw shit. *hangs up* GUYS WE’RE AT THE WRONG LOCATION!!! 
Tony: WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WE’RE THE WRONG LOCATION CAPSICLE?!!!!!!
Steve: I MEAN WE ARE AT THE WRONG LOCATION ANTHONY EDWARD!! 
Sam: ENOUGH!! Let’s go to the correct location
BONUS: 
Bucky: Did Steve give them the wrong location?
Y/n: Yes dekta. Yes he did
Bucky: Why am I friends with him? 
Y/n: You know you have a crazy family when the ex-HYDRA assassins are the only ones who do stuff right the first time
Bucky: You’re absolutely right doll
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abbatoirablaze · 6 months
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Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 23
Word Count: 1.7k
Warnings:  angst.  Mentions of sex/smut.  Manipulation, implied cheating.
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“St-Steve…I need your help in he-“
“I can’t help, Cami…” Steve said quickly as he grabbed his go-bag, “Peggy just called and said that she-“
“Peggy!” Cami growled, stomping into the main hall where Steve was already halfway to the door, “What does Peggy really need from you Steve?  I need help with the girls.  They-“
“Cami…Peggy needs help getting acclimated!” he growled back in response, “you can handle the girls.  They are fine!  You are fine! Peggy is having a hard time!”
“So you’re leaving me?” she asked angrily, “taking your go bag and disappearing until Peggy is fine?”
“Cami-“
“You know, I think it’s pretty wild that all of a sudden she’s known for having these mind-blowing panic attacks where you have to be there for her at all times of the day,” Cami groaned, “I thought you said she was a decorated soldier for the Brits.  Hmm?  Thought she was capable of fitting in anywhere and always adapting!”
“Cami, adapting in wartime in the 40’s is way different than jumping forward over a hundred years!”
“So, you’re just going to leave, then?”
Steve’s jaw twitched for a moment before he dropped his go bag at the coat rack by the entryway.
“What would you have me do, Cami?”
Cami’s angry attitude immediately faded, and she stepped towards her husband.  Steve stood stock-still and watched her walk up to him and immediately wrap her arms around his middle.  Steve watched her for a moment before reacting.  He could feel the sadness around him like a humid day.
“I miss my husband,” she all but whimpered against him.  Steve sighed as he felt her heart beating against his chest, “I need you Steve…me and the girls…we-we need you here with us…at least some of the time.”
And his heart ached as she looked up at him, her eyes tearfully looking into his own.  Gently, he reached down and stroked away her tears with his thumbs, before pressing his lips softly to hers.
They worked slowly with one another, calculating the other’s next move, while working perfectly in sync. 
“I love you, bunny.”
“I love you, Steve…”
He sighed as he leaned his forehead against hers.  His eyes fluttered open, and he saw the pain in her own eyes.  He dropped his go bag beside him and wrapped his arms low on her waist, “how about you go make some lunch for the girls, and I’ll get them set up?  Then after we get them down for a nap, we spend a little mommy daddy time together, where I show you exactly how much you mean to me, and why you and the girls will always come first.”
“I-I like the sound of that,” she admitted softly with a nod.  Steve smiled and pressed another gentle kiss to her lips before patting her ass and letting her out of reach, “I-I’ll go make lunch…”
“Okay, bunny.  I’ll go get the girls in line.”
Steve sighed softly to himself as he wrapped his arm around his wife.  Cami moaned softly from his chest, while her core fluttered around his cock.  Steve’s eyes closed as he focused on her breathing and how he heard her heart thrashing in her chest. 
“You know…days like this…I live for it…” he admitted softly as he looked down at his docile wife.  She gave him a loving look, and he brushed the hair off her face, “I love it.”
“You live for this?”
“Not the arguing…but this,” he answered, gesturing to how they were currently, “us…together…me deep inside of you, stretching that pretty little-“
“Steve…” Cami giggled with a smile.  Steve’s smile got wider as he lifted the hand from his chest and kissed her palm.
“Are you sure I can’t coax you into having another little super soldier toddling around?”
Cami giggled as she patted her husband’s pec, “maybe a boy this time?”
“I mean…if we’re going for it…I see no harm in the extra practice,” Steve teased playfully, “you know…but that would mean I would have to take off this condom you made me put on.”
“Steve…”
“I know, I know,” he sighed, rubbing Cami’s back, “you want to wait at least another year, so we don’t have three kids in diapers.”
“And I love you so much for agreeing with me.  I can barely keep up with the twins.”
“If we don’t have another set of twins…I get to try right after that third one’s out of the oven.”
“Hmmm,” she hummed softly as she placed a series of kisses along his chest, “I swear.  You truly are insatiable, Mr. Rogers.”
“Oh, only for you, Mrs. Rogers!”
“Is that so?”
“Oh, you know it,” he smiled.  Cami leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, before sitting up, “where do you think you’re going, hmm?”
“The girls should be up from their naps soon,” she said quickly, “thinking maybe we grab a shower together before that?  Get some more…practice in?”
“Nothing sounds better than that, bunny!” Steve purred. 
He reached forward and playfully slapped his wife’s ass as she got up and ran towards the bathroom.  Meanwhile as he sat up, he noticed his phone had a number of alerts on it. 
He frowned when he saw who they were from. 
With a much heavier sigh, he bit his bottom lip and looked between the bathroom and his phone.
‘You were supposed to be here.’
‘Where are you, Steve?’
‘I need to feel you right now.’
His stomach felt like it was in knots as he stood from the bed and started towards the dresser.  Throwing on a pair of briefs and sweatpants, he pocketed his phone, before throwing on a beater.  Cami came back into the bedroom as he was putting on his boots.
“W-what’s wrong?” she asked quickly, “Steve, where are you going?”
“Emergency,” he lied, as he stood from his spot.  He gave her a firm kiss before turning towards the door, “I have to go, now.  It’s an urgent mission, Cami!”
“Is everything okay?  Why do you have to-“
“Cami…I don’t have time to talk!” he said quickly as he pushed himself from the bedroom and towards the entrance, “tell the girls I love them!’
“Wait, Ste-“
“Bye Cameron!”
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“Where is my wife?”
“Steve…so pleasant to see you too!”
“God damn it, Melissa, where the hell is my wife?” Steve spat, “I know that she’s here!  Her and the girls.  They have to be!”
“You’ve got some fucking nerve showing up at my house, punk!”
“James…”
Bucky’s jaw twitched as he glared at his best friend over Mel’s shoulder.  She turned back towards Bucky and put a hand on his chest, “we told Cami that we wouldn’t intervene…James…we promi-”
“Then fucking get out of my way,” Steve growled, ready to push his way into the house, “I want to talk to Cameron!”
“I didn’t say that I was going to let you barge into my house, Steven Grant Rogers!” Mel spat, quickly turning around to poke the super soldier in the chest.  Steve, taken back by her attitude change with him took a step back, and she used that to her advantage, “you’ve taken advantage of my daughter for far too long, Steve.  James and I promised that we wouldn’t become even more involved than when James beat the shit out of you, but I will not let you into my house.”
Steve’s jaw twitched.  His nostrils flared as he looked down at the much smaller woman, “you think you scare me, Missy?  Think I’m afraid of some slutty, aging whore?”
“I think you’re the limp dick asshole of a son-in-law who just cheated on my daughter,” Mel growled, “and super soldier or not, you better back the fuck up, because I have no problem with going to jail over finding some way to cause serious bodily harm to you, Steve!”
Steve sneered at Mel, before taking a step back, “you don’t know what you’re getting involved in, Mel.  You’re sticking your nose into a business where it has no place in!  AS ALWAYS!”
“She’s my daughter, you prick!” Mel spat, “so I suggest you get off of my fucking property.  Because so help me god, if you wake up my newborn, I won’t stop James from kicking your ass yet again.”
“You’re fucking kidding me,” Steve growled as he looked at Andy, “she wouldn’t fucking do that to me.  I’m the father of the girls.  She ca-“
“Steve, I’m just telling you what she’s had drafted,” Andy said with a frown, “I’m not saying that you have to sign them.”
“Damn right I’m not going to sign them,” Steve hissed as he glared at the papers sitting in front of him, “she wants full custody of Jamie and Stephanie…she-“
“If I’m being honest, it’s not a bad deal,” Andy shrugged as he cut his friend off, “she doesn’t want spousal or child support.  She’s willing to let you have full access to the kids by remaining in the tower.  She just wants entire custody of them.  And with you still actively going on miss-“
“I don’t give a damn about my bitch of a soon to be ex-wife wants, Andy…it’s about the principle.  She can’t demand custody of the girls.  We’re getting a divorce, but what I want is important too! What if I wanted full custody?”
“Steve, I’m going to level with you,” Andy muttered, “within the family courts, the judge usually sides with the mother.”
“Yeah…well the father isn’t usually Captain America, now is he?”
“Most men demanding full custody and no support don’t usually cheat on their wives either,” Andy corrected with a frown, “and don’t even say that she can’t prove it.  We all know that Peggy is already pregnant.  That in itself is proof enough.  No judge would look at you and agree, no matter how much you’ve done for the country!”
“Andy…you don’t get it…”
“No, Steve…I don’t…because if my spouse ever cheated on me…I’d be doing much more than just asking for full custody!” Andy replied swiftly, “I mean, seriously, Steve.  What the actual hell were you thinking with Peggy?  She’s a fantasy…an illusion.  You and Cami-“
“I don’t want to talk about this with you,” Steve muttered, shaking his head at his friend, “thanks for explaining this…but I’m not going to sign.  And you can let Cami know that.”
“Alright, Steve…just remember.  Divorce and family hearings are never pretty.  And once word gets around that it was you that broke up the marriage…it’s less likely that you’ll get everything you want out of it.”
“Don’t make me find a new lawyer, Barber.”
“Maybe you should, Rogers!”
Chapter 24
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comedyflamingo · 5 months
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here's a goofy ahh exe i made of captain america,he is not any mcu demon but rather a lord x like entity taking his form (the lore is in the real world),i'll use it mainly for fnf stuff but here's the main lore i guess: A bunch of teens decided to make a captain america fanfilm to show their love for marvel,however one of the teens named jake worshipped demons and secretly used the fanfilm as a vessel for one of them,this led to the fanfilm modyifing itself to give captain america a more disturbing appareance and manipulated jake into killing his friends,jake sold the fanfilm on ebay so the demon found it's next victim and after that jake was found dead with his skull exposed,almost as if he peeled his own face off,the fanfilm was bought by jake's cousin who lived in another state and was a cop who decided to investigate the film
Credits to https://scratch.mit.edu/users/RHABGames/ (he makes cool vectors) for the captain america svg i used for fallen hero (that's his name) ,any suggestions are welcome and accepted,so are criticism and making your takes on him
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Hey Syn, I have a very serious question: do you think Matt and Frank can co-parent or would these two be constantly at each others throats?
I mean, they have a lot in common but the way they deal with it is so completely different.
Not to mention that Frank sees Daredevil as a pain in the ass and above the "dirty work" aka killing while Matt condems Franks killing spree. Or their background concerning family (Matt = his dad and Stick; Frank = old parents who didn't know how to control him + Maria and their kids)
I mean, it really depends very heavily on the context.
Like, if you pull them out of canon as they are, hand them a random baby, and assign them to raise it like it’s a flour sack for Health class, then that’s gonna be a hard no. They hate each other, Matt definitely does not want to be a parent, frank wants to be a parent but of like, his kids, specifically, and neither of them are going to want to cooperate on an indefinite basis. They would find the nearest fire station and leave the baby on the steps. But, in the spirit of the question, I think it’s important to note that parenting is something you do not something you are.
Like, it’s a million little choices stretched out for as long as both you and the kid is alive. Decisions you make in the interests of the kid. So, lots of room to fuck those choices up. It’s extremely difficult being a parent, I don’t want to diminish that, but you don’t get whacked with the parent stick once you become in charge of a child. It’s something you have to pick, again and again and again, multiple times a day, seven days a week, including holidays, and a lot of parents don’t pick to like, be parents.
It’s about putting your kid first, and doing what you think is best for them. Sacrificing for them if that’s what it takes. Teaching them not to be a serial killer and taking an interest in them and trying to keep them emotionally, physically, and mentally healthy. A million different things. So, for me, the question isn’t more if they can co-parent, but what, if anything, is a situation where they’d both be willing to take on the responsibility of parenthood together, and then we hit whether those choices you make as a parent are gonna be the same for them.
A few notes:
1. They fucking hate each other.
2. They agree on nothing.
Which is really bad for co-parenting because 1) kids can tell when their parents fucking hate each other, and 2) you need to agree on like, parenting at the very least, or you’ll constantly be fighting.
Really, it’d be a matter of finding the hyper specific situation where they have to make it work for the kid and neither of them are willing to walk away.
Because like, hating each other, not agreeing on anything—those are mindsets, not choices. They still have to make choices. Hypothetically, they could choose to suck it up, be civil, and learn to cooperate for the sake of the kid. I just see very few instances where that would ever happen.
It sounds mercenary, but it’s cost and worth, right? It costs mental time and energy as well as physical money and resources to raise a child. Stack on the costs of having to do it with a guy you fucking hate, and the cost of raising a child is enormous.
The thing is, with Matt and Frank, it’s not like the traditional routes of accidentally finding themselves coparenting is open. Like. Okay. One of them cannot accidentally knock up the other, if we’re starting from canonical sexes assigned at birth and assuming like, no mpreg. They have no way of finding themselves with a biological offshoot of the two of them combined. Before we get to the logistics of “would they be able to work out co-parenting logistically,” any mutual kid of theirs is going to first have to jump the hurdle of getting them to choose to co-parent in the first place. This is going to be the step they almost inevitably fail at.
Choosing to parent a child when you're one of the two most unstable men alive is a big decision. It's an even bigger decision when the other parent is going to be the other most unstable man alive. And that big big decision gets even bigger when you simply fucking hate the other guy. So if Matt and Frank are facing the threshold question of "Are we willing to raise this child?" they're going to almost inevitably say, "No, we need to leave this kid on some nice fire station steps."
And I don't want to make it sound like the kid isn't good enough for them. It's more that if Matt and Frank are being faced with the very important decision of deciding whether they are what's best for this child, they're almost invariably going to say "Absolutely fucking not, get literally anyone else."
Because honestly? Matt and Frank are almost never the best case scenario for a child. Matt's business model is "trust in Jesus to provide for the light bill, yes we will accept half a banana and this 1997 copy of the phantom of the opera as payment for our expert legal services, god bless and amen." Frank does not have a single legitimate income stream. Both of them are profoundly mentally ill and would not get therapy at gunpoint. They've both faked their death on multiple occasions, depending on what canon you're talking about. Falling completely off the grid and having all of their loved ones sobbing at their funeral is a repeated life event for them. Both of them could actually die on any given day. There's warrants out for their arrest. There's probably a shoot on sight policy for them. they both have a proclivity for collapsing, bleeding and dying, to the floor. I'm not convinced they know how to file their taxes.
Matt and Frank electing to take a child in involves a much higher level of choice than having an accidental biological child. If we're like, living in the mpreg or gender bend world or whatever and accidental pregnancy was on the table, while termination would be an option and a choice they could make, they have time to plan and get their shit in order if Frank decides he wants to go for parenting round #2 and Matt like, presumably has an undiagnosed head injury or something if he's decided to voluntarily continue his genetic line.
If they are taking in a child, then that is an immediate choice they have to make with immediate consequences. They don't have nine months to get into more stable positions--the child is standing right in front of them in need of a home, has a set personality, has unique and tangible needs and problems, and their life is probably in fucking shambles if matt and frank are even in the running for consideration. At this stage of the game, Matt and Frank are almost always going to say "Hey, I've developed a great deal of fondness for you, in this, our time saving you from that faceless drug lord or whatever brought your life to such a state of crisis. But i'm sort of a fucking mess and there has got to be a better option for you out of the 7 billion people on earth. i will personally find them and make sure you have a home, but it's not going to be with me."
Frank loved Amy in Season 2 of the punisher, but he still sent her off to live in a different, more stable home. "Being raised by the Punisher and daredevil" is just not a very good environment for a kid. It's going to be really really hard to ever get them to consider coparenting simply because them parenting a child at all is not going to be good for the child, and they will find them a different home.
Honestly, the only thing that could really tip them into deciding to take in a kid would be 1) if the kid's life is just that fucked to begin with and 2) overwhelming emotional complications making it so they can't give the kid up.
TO BE CLEAR i am not making any promises about the "these stupid hells we keep" verse but lisa actually happens to be a perfect case study, so we'll bring her in for illustrative purposes.
Lisa actually just is in a unique position where her life is that fucked. Matt only decided to take her in in the first place because the chaste put him in a bind. On a psychological level, Lisa needs some major help right now. She needs support to do it. But she can't get it, because she can't tell anyone about what happened to her without putting them in immediate risk of the chaste and/or hand killing them. She also doesn't want help to begin with, and wouldn't reach out for help and let people in with the way she is right now. Even if she did, Stick's brainwashing was so fucked that it makes it hard for most average adoptive parents to be able to help with that level of abuse.
Matt doesn't even know if he can find the chaste, let alone take them down. Even if he did take down the chaste, he'd effectively be taking out the only force keeping the hand in check, so now the world may fall to fucking ninjas, who also may go after Lisa. On the other hand, Matt would conceivably be able to provide her the support she needed. He already knows about the dangerous facts, so they don't have to worry about him being killed for knowing. He has none of the problems that almost every other adult on the planet would have for lisa's willingness to open up--he's on the inside of Stick's special group. She sees him as someone like her. He can start chipping away at Stick's brainwashing--if he got his shit together and stopped being such a fucking mess. prayers for him on that. it's the fact that Lisa's interests are so boxed in by the threats on her make the chances of Matt and Frank's co-parenting coming into play much higher.
That being said, if matt knew "murder dad" was an option in therianthropy, he probably would have said "good luck and god bless you seem like you have this under control" and fucked right off to be mentally ill and unstable in peace. Frank is sufficiently dangerous enough on his own to keep lisa safe and, as her father, may be a better candidate to give her support. Like, Matt wouldn't leave her life entirely, but he'd be like the sitcom neighbor who shows up on the occasional special episode and helps her through her brainwashing. Matt legitimately only gets to the threshold of "willing to be this child's permanent adult figure" if there are literally zero other options. And I specify adult figure because matt in hells verse very much is thinking of himself as less of lisa's father and more of her adult roommate who can claim her on his tax forms now. he's the spencer to her carly at best.
Lisa is Frank's daughter. There is not a world where he is willing to walk away from her. So he would have to ignore whatever logistical issues there were and find a way to make it fucking work. Matt is one of those logistical issues, and the question is whether Frank decides to resolve it with like, fuckin' couple's counseling or with kicking matt in the ribs.
The other question is whether Matt stays if there is another option.
Because say like, the day after therianthropy ends, Frank Castle shows up on their doorstep ready to take Lisa back in. He hasn't gone on his murder spree yet, amen and god bless, and won't be doing it at all. It's weird that you asked that question, actually, who would even think of such a thing. He has a daughter to raise and will be devoting his time and effort to that.
Matt's already pretty emotionally involved. Like, he already loves Lisa, even if he may not be able to admit as much. But he's very much still in the capacity of doing this as a necessary evil. He does not view himself as like, a good option--he took in Lisa because he viewed himself as the only option. If he has another option? He'd probably bow out pretty immediately and call it a near-brush with adult responsibility. If there was more time to establish a relationship with Lisa?
It sounds bad to say, but it's really hard to say whether Matt would decide to stay not as legitimately the only living candidate on the planet, but as a voluntary parent, just because he loves the kid in question. It goes more to his own doubts as to his ability to be a healthy influence than his ability to love a kid. He just has a lot of issues and he knows that it wouldn't be good for a kid to be dealing with his spiral. It'd definitely require a lot of growth and healing on his part. But it would take this kind of extreme circumstances to even get to the threshold question of "is matt even willing to try to be a parent?" and he will dive back over that threshold if another option arises.
For Frank, it would be more of a question of getting him to understand the severity of the situation. Frank is very stubborn and set in his ways. To get him to accept co-parenting with Matt, especially as Lisa's like, actual father who has some primacy in this situation, he has to accept that Matt's someone who should be in Lisa's life. It would be a question of whether he actually grasps the depths of what happened to Lisa and the things that make Matt good for her life.
Honestly, I just think that the circumstances to get Matt and Frank to agree to coparent in the first place would have to be so hyper-specific and extreme that it'd almost necessarily exclude them as coparents. That being said, the fact that the circumstances would have to be that extreme actually goes in favor of matt and frank working out coparenting. Like, the situation is already fucked beyond all hope if they are the two parenting options on the table. If they had a kid that needs them that badly, and that they loved too much to leave, then they're going to be in the position where they have to work it out. If they don't, they'll fuck up the kid.
Will they be perfect parents together? By absolutely no stretch of the imagination. They are going to fuck up so bad and so often. But, at their core, they do care deeply about the people they love. They're going to try fucking hard to fix their fuck ups and do better. It would be messy and painful and absolutely riddled with mistakes, but I think they'd conceivably make it over the finish line at the end of the day out of sheer burning necessity.
It does help that most of their biggest problems are going to likely be sidestepped. Like, take Matt's "no kill" code versus Frank's "yes kill" code.
They're going to dodge it just because neither of them are likely to actually want a kid to turn out like them. Like, if they're raising a kid, it's not for the kid to be the robin to their batman. They're not raising them to fight crime. The core of the issue ("How do you ethically run a vigilante career") is going to not come into play because they're probably not raising this kid to be a vigilante. It's probably going to be a very touchy subject that Dad and Other Dad simply do not discuss ever.
Honestly, thoughts and prayers for the very confused couple's counselor they're going to have to get, because they'd have to learn how to bear each other's personalities sooner rather than later. But if they don't figure it on their own, Karen or Foggy is going to threaten their lives and manhoods if they don't get their shit together and take care of that kid properly. They'd have to either come to a truce or find a different living situation for the kid, because it'd be toxic to raise a kid in a household where they actively fucking hate each other.
Daredevil and the Punisher is an entirely separate can of worm. Are they both keeping up the vigilante career? That's a huge problem independent from their relationship--they are constantly risking death or prison, and it's going to be stressful for the kid to have them come home injured constantly. If we assume neither of them are giving it up, eventually they're going to have to either come to some kind of middle ground as to working together or take a very extreme "leave it at the office" approach where they simply do not ever talk about it at home ever. Like married professors who are academic rivals.
The is a very long way of saying that it's incredibly unlikely that they would ever willingly coparent and it'd be a non-issue, but if they did end up in a coparenting situation, then they'd probably manage it. It'd take a lot of fucking work and would be extremely far from perfect, but they would presumably love the kid and put in the Herculean effort required to actually exist in each other's presences for an extended period of time.
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imagineanythings · 1 year
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Tis the Damn Season
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
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The second fic in my Folklore and Evermore Collection
Other fics in the collection: The 1
Her head swarmed with frustration and anger and she finally noticed that she had pulled into the parking lot in front of the methodist church. She laughed to herself as she rested her head on the wheel. Of course she’d come here. Stupid. She moved to put the car in reverse and go somewhere, anywhere else, when taillights in her rearview mirror caught her eye. The air forcibly left her lungs in one swift exhale as she recognized that old, beat up, blue pickup.
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The familiar musty scent of beer and an unfortunate mixture of perfumes and colognes met her nose as she entered the bar. Faces more weathered than her memory had stored them greeted her as she weaved through. The motion of dodging through these people had become muscle memory, though the setting had shifted some years back from crowded high school hallways to this cramped hometown bar. She settled into a seat at the bar and shrugged off her coat, and once she had a gin and tonic in hand she was far more prepared to deal with the sea of semi-familiar faces around her.
It was all cordial hellos, obligatory “so what are you doing these days?”, or “how’s your family?” or “congratulations on your engagement or your promotion or your pregnancy or whatever else someone could be congratulated on ten years out from high school”. Small talk was easy, but grating, people couldn’t help but joke about how cold she must be here after coming from LA, or asking about contracts or jobs that she wasn’t allowed to talk about. Insincerity leaked from between their clenched, grinning teeth as they would ask “remember when we sat next to each other in bio? We sure had some good times. Did you say you were on set with Angelina Jolie last month?” They would say “It’s amazing that your career is taking off like this, it’s a tough industry” or they’d jab an all too sharp elbow into her side with a far too comfortable smile and say “If you ever need some company out there in LA, call me.”
Fake smiles and performed familiarity left her exhausted and frustrated as she worked on her third drink in a brief moment to herself. She took the time to scan the room and survey if anyone worth talking to had showed up. She was just about coming up empty when a crowded table in the corner caught her eye. She might have missed him with the swarm of people he was sitting with, except for his cold blue stare. She could never miss his eyes, even if she wanted to. Steve Rogers would never not be the first person she could pick out of a crowd. They held eye contact for a moment, air tense, background voices dimmed to a dull ringing in their ears as they returned to a long unpracticed art of reading one another.
She said hello with a quirked brow, he remained impassive, so she sipped her drink and narrowed her eyes, the corner of his lip tugged ever so slightly upwards, her shoulders released the slightest bit of tension, his jaw clenched, her eyes softened, he turned his head to speak to someone else. It seemed that neither was satisfied with the interaction, if it could even be called that. Nonverbal conversations used to be their secret, an inside joke in a room full of unsuspecting idiots. Suddenly she wished she couldn’t read him quite so well anymore.
One drink and a few more awkward conversations later, fresh soap and pine and firewood reached her nose and she knew he was about to pass her on his way out. At the peak of the scent a gentle brush against her side informed her that her estimates of his whereabouts were correct and she sat glued to her seat, forcing herself not to look. But nostalgia and curiosity and possibly a dash of hopeless romanticism grabbed her by the chin after a few moments and led her eyes to the muscular frame headed for the door. He paused, hand on the door, and as if he could sense it, looked up and met her eyes. There it was again, and her heart strung with icy blue hurt. He was gone within moments but she had felt an eternity in that eye contact.
One of the comforts of being home was the ability to zone out on drives through her sleepy, small hometown. Her eyes stayed on the road and her body mechanically brought her home as she thought about seeing Steve in the bar. Flashes of a dizzying high school romance intermixed with memories of the aching emptiness that followed. The feelings existed out of sync with one another.
At home, she only enjoyed a mere few minutes of peace before her mother began her favorite line of questioning. “Why did you have to go so far away sweetheart? We miss you.” Her mother began. With a deep breath, she braced herself. “You know why, Mom. You know I wanted to act. I couldn’t have done that here.” The words fell from her lips with no thought, muscle memory had taken over. “I just don’t see why that had to be the only option. You could make a nice life for yourself here. I mean did you really want to get away from us that badly?” “Jesus, Mom. You know that’s not why I left. We’ve been over this.” The argument went in progressively louder circles for who knows how long. After enough nothing, Y/N silently grabbed her coat. She called, “I’m going for a drive.” Before shutting the front door behind her and getting into her car.
Muscle memory is a crazy thing. She hadn’t thought about where she was going, she only knew that she had to get away for a minute. Her head swarmed with frustration and anger and she finally noticed that she had pulled into the parking lot in front of the methodist church. She laughed to herself as she rested her head on the wheel. Of course she’d come here. Stupid. She moved to put the car in reverse and go somewhere, anywhere else, when taillights in her rearview mirror caught her eye. The air forcibly left her lungs in one swift exhale as she recognized that old, beat up, blue pickup.
It seemed like she had no control over anything she did anymore, as she felt herself getting out of her car. Her brain was sounding all the alarms, telling her to stop, to turn around, get back in her car, and continue her personal pity party as far away from here as possible. Maybe even back in LA at this point. But her legs carried her forward nonetheless until finally she stood on the passenger side of the truck, staring through the window.
His head rested on his steering wheel the same way hers had a few moments ago, he hadn’t seen her yet. Despite all of her rational reasoning, she raised a timid hand and gently knocked against the glass. He jolted upright once at the sound and then again when he realized who was standing in front of him. She figured she was in too deep now, no running away, so she reached out and opened the door, climbed into the passenger seat and nearly had to hold back tears as she felt her skin against its familiar leather. With all the composure she could muster, she looked over at his still stunned face. “Wanna go for a drive?” She asked, and wordlessly, he started the car.
Silence filled the space, wrapped them both up in a warm familiarity for the beginning of the drive. She knew the roads he was taking, leading them aimlessly around the town that made them who they were. There’s no telling how long they needed to sit and absorb each others’ presence, they only knew that they would speak when it felt right again. “What brought you to the lot?” He broke the silence, surprising her. That was traditionally her job. She shrugged. “My parents, pissed at me for leaving and going so far away.” He nodded and hummed. “I get that.” The silence hung between them once again. “What about you?” Guilt broke her first this time. “House felt empty, like I was seeing ghosts. Just wanted to clear my head.” His tone had a practiced evenness to it that she recognized from when he tried to hold back his feelings, like the day they broke up. “Feel like I should be apologizing for that.” She observed. He exhaled deeply. “Maybe. Maybe I should be too.” SIlence met them again and they embraced it, comfortably. She continued to sneak glances at him in the quiet, trying to read him as he drove, as he clearly was trying to close himself off to her.
She took another deep breath after a long while and broke the silence again. “So the bar was a bust, huh? I mean Bucky wasn’t even there.” His shoulders shook in a silent chuckle as she looked up in shock that he was even responding with anything other than snark or frustration. “Yeah, even Tony was acting like an ass tonight.” “Where was Nat? Or Sam? Felt like no one worth talking to was around.” “They’re busy with their lives. Although out of everyone, you were the one we all expected to show up the least.” that coldness leached back into Steve’s tone. “You guys were talking about it? Seriously?” Her brows knitted together and she crossed her arms. “I mean, come on. We all just thought you’d be on a movie set. Or with people cooler and richer than this whole town combined.” The coldness was barely there in his voice, he spoke matter-of-factly. “Nah, LA people suck. Trust me, they’ve got nothing on some of the people here. Some of them.” She put emphasis on that last bit and met Steve’s eyes as they stopped at a red light. He looked quickly back to the road as the light turned green and continued along. The silence surrounded them again. She broke it again. “I miss you.” It was barely a whisper. “Yeah.” He breathed deeply. “I miss you too.” Another stop sign, another quick glance. “But I’m sure you already knew that.” “I’m sorry.” She said once again, she didn’t even know why she was saying it anymore. He just shook his head. They rode in silence for a long time again. She wondered when silence became more comfortable with him than speaking. Somewhere after middle school, she guessed. Either way, there was a nostalgia to the quiet that wrapped her up and made her feel warm despite the guilt squeezing her by the lungs.
The truck rolled to a stop right where it had started. He put it in park and stared straight ahead. “Thanks for the ride.” She said, as her fingers grasped the door handle and she began to push the door open, Steve reached out and grabbed her by the arm. Muscle memory kicked in again as he pulled her to him, a hand threading through her hair as he placed his lips on hers. His tug on her arm had some force behind it, but the kiss itself was soft and gentle, more of a question than anything else. She could feel him holding himself back before she gave in and kissed him back like leaning into a multiple years long itch that was finally being scratched. As soon as she showed eagerness he let go completely, one of his hands was tangled in her hair, the other had snaked around her waist to rest on her back, pulling as close as he could over the center console. She took his shirt in one fist and placed a gentle palm on his cheek. She had been in her hometown for a little over a day now but she hadn’t felt really at home until this moment.
He tasted like peppermint and whiskey and she felt like she was drowning in him when he pulled back to look at her. They breathed heavily in time with one another, something that simple having brought them back into sync after all those years. He spoke first between labored breaths. “Meet me at my place?” “I’ll follow you there.”
The morning sunlight streaked through unfamiliar windows and it took Y/N a moment to comprehend where she was. She sat up in bed and surveyed the neat bedroom she found herself in. It was simple, just the bed, an armchair in the corner, and a large, overstuffed bookshelf. The door creaked open to reveal Steve, in just his boxers, holding two steaming mugs.
“Mornin’ sleepyhead” He said with a chuckle as he carefully slid back into bed next to her. He handed her one of the mugs and a large t-shirt of his. She pulled the shirt, soft and well worn, over her head and then took a sip, coffee exactly how she liked it. She looked over to him in surprise to find him watching her anxiously. Her shocked smile easily melted the worry lines above his brow as he let out what sounded like an involuntary laugh. “I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t have much faith in your high school preferences but I guess some things do never change.” She laughed and let out a playful scoff.
“Thank you,” she said sincerely. “For everything.” They sat, sipping in silence for another few moments before she spoke again. “I missed you.” “I missed you too, Sugar.” He let his old nickname for her fall from his lips for the first time in ten years and she knew he could see the way it made her breath catch in her throat. They stilled, reading each other as gently as possible, searching for safe waters to steer whatever this was towards. She made the first attempt. “So we didn’t get to talking much last night,” her lips twisted in a wry smile and he laughed and shook his head, tension leaving his shoulders. “How’ve you been? What have you been doing? When did you move out of your parents’ place? Catch me up on all that I’ve missed,” She leaned forward, elbows resting on her knees as she raised eyebrows along with her mug to her lips.
He smiled, softly, no teeth, a mix of fondness and hurt in his eyes, but not the accusatory kind she had seen at the bar. It was a dull, sort of throbbing ache that she was all too familiar with that swam in the expansive blue of his eyes. And he started talking. He moved out of his parents’ house about five years back. As soon as he had the money to do it he was out of there. It had been mostly work for the last ten years. He looked at her with a slight sadness as he sighed and said “not much else to report”. She shook her head. “I’m sure that’s not true Rogers, I’ll just have to get a good few drinks in you to hear whatever stories you’re holding back,” she poked him gently in the rib and he laughed. “Trust me, there really aren’t many stories to tell. Feels like this place got a whole lot less exciting once you left.” It was like someone attached a string to all the air in her lungs and yanked it out through her mouth.
“Why didn’t you? Leave, I mean” She asked carefully. “I don’t know, I always thought about it but I had a job and then I started to climb ranks and build something of my own so it all just kind of made sense here,” He trailed off. She saw his minute intake of breath and knew he had more to say. She gave him space to get it out. “Plus where would I go anyway?” He finally let out, quiet, maybe even a bit fearful, his voice quivering the slightest bit. She wanted to put a hand on his arm, tell him he could have always come to LA, stayed with her, but she knew better than to offer that. Instead she put her coffee down on the nightstand and curled into his side, resting her head in his lap.
“Do you ever want to leave?” “I don’t know.” He placed his mug down as well and ran fingers through her hair. “Sometimes. But I mostly like the life I’ve built. I see why you did though,” “You do?” She peered up at him. “Yeah. I mean, this place can be tough. I still don’t know why you wouldn’t stay with me, why you didn’t even want to try with us, but I can respect why you couldn’t stay here.” She sat up, bringing a hand to his face. He leaned into it, letting her fingers rake over stubble and caress his jaw and cheek bones. “I didn’t want to. I just had to get away and I was young and stupid and I didn’t know if I could truly leave if I still had anything here that I was holding on to. If only I’d known what LA was going to be like. That holding onto a piece of my soul might actually have saved me from a lot of pain down the line.” “Are you gonna leave again?” His eyes wouldn’t leave hers and she couldn’t look away, trapped by his gaze. There was no pressure, there was no ill-will or blame, simply an understanding, a sense of I will not be blindsided by this again.
“I’m here for the weekend, aren’t I?” His air rushed out of him. She could tell he was disappointed but he did a good job concealing most of it. She sat up and placed a gentle kiss on his lips, hoping it could convey so much of what she just felt too damn ineloquent to express in words, and then got out of bed and cleared away the coffee mugs. She brought them to the kitchen and rinsed them to give him a second to think, to just be alone. When she came back he looked calm, he had leaned back against his antique wooden headboard, his arms crossed and his brow uncreasing as he seemed to come out of a thought. “You’re here for the weekend?” he asked, gesturing a bit to the space around him, indicating his home. She giggled and nodded. “The whole damn weekend, if that’s ok with you?” She confirmed and he smiled, shoulders and eyebrows relaxing. “Oh that is more than ok with me, I’ll take what I can get, Sugar.” He looked at her with genuine joy it seemed, so much hurt now missing from his gaze. With a wink she turned and started into the bathroom. “Now just what are you getting up to?” He asked and she pulled his shirt over her head with a comfortable smile. “I had an absolutely filthy night last night, feels like I need to wash off.” She tossed the shirt at him, leaving her bare skin exposed, “You coming?” she asked. “Yes, Ma’am” he said, his tone soaked in reverence and eyes full of desire as he made his way after her.
48 hours is nothing in the grand scheme of things, but they stretched it for all it was worth. She made breakfast, he cooked dinner. They rarely left the house except for one extra large grocery run. They drank hot chocolate, they sat by the fireplace and watched movies, they went for a walk around his property, they kissed every chance they got and almost never stopped touching each other in some way. He held her like he knew he was going to have to let go far sooner than he’d like. She couldn’t stop staring at him, trying to memorize this version of him, of them together. They were an older, more mature version of themselves, free of adolescent sting and grudges but never quite escaping a quiet fog of sadness that sometimes tasted like regret if she closed her eyes and focused on it too hard.
The time flew by all too quickly. Suddenly she was packing her small bag, preparing for her flight the next day. She was carefully folding her clothes and trying not to focus too hard on how intently Steve was watching her. She knew him too well at this point, could feel the force of his willpower on her, his presence begging her to stay. But he didn’t say anything, so she didn’t either. She simply zipped up her bag, crawled into bed, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and kissed him, lips meeting his with force and passion. He tangled a hand in her hair and wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her into him, and for just a second, it felt like no other words needed to be said.
Hours later, she rested her head on his chest, feeling his even breathing, listening to his steady heartbeat. She stared into the empty darkness of his room, mind in a rush to get nowhere in particular, jumping anxieties like changing trains in an endless commute. Where do we go from here? Do I just go back home and pretend none of this happens? Can I handle the same silence I sat in for ten years? WIll he miss me? She raced through uncertainties at a rapid pace, but always found herself coming back to the same question. Would he ever just ask me to stay? She wasn’t even sure if she knew what her answer would even be if he did, but she wondered nonetheless. She could feel his breathing hitch, his arm around her shift, she knew he was still awake. She wondered what he was thinking about. She stayed silent and hoped that for once he couldn’t read her like she knew he always could.
In the morning they dressed in silence. She gathered her things and he brought her a cup of coffee, offered wordlessly. They sat in his kitchen, sipping in silence, bodies tense for fear of inadvertently giving too much away. He spoke first, softly, almost timid. “When’s your flight?” “Around two, should probably head to my parents’ to say goodbye soon.” He nodded. “We can head over there whenever you’re ready.” “We?” she quirked her brow and bit back a smirk. “How else do ya think you’re gonna get to the airport, dummy?” He said as he placed his mug in the sink. He found himself frozen upon turning around, confronted with a beaming smile centered directly on him. Neither spoke. The air grew thick and hot around them, a question grew into a lump into his throat, pushed its way to the precipice of his tongue before he swallowed it back down and reached over to grab her empty mug. Her shoulders sunk ever so slightly with what he thought might be disappointment but he couldn’t be sure. “Thank you.” She said softly, “for the coffee and the ride” She paused for a moment. “And the weekend.” He smiled and shot her a quick wink. “Anytime, Sugar” It felt like physically holding herself together, trying not to melt in that moment, and she knew he saw the way she tensed up a bit.
Warm air and sunny skies greeted her as she stepped out of LAX, but a chill ran through her body nonetheless, frost emanating from what felt like an empty pit residing in her stomach. Her phone was already buzzing constantly, messages from her agent, her publicist, friends, everyone and anyone trying to get her attention now that her little “vacation” was over. With a sigh, she scrolled through the messages and eventually called her agent, grateful for the chance to throw herself back into work and shake off the icy blue chill that seemed to follow her all the way here.
LA was busy, there was always something to be done, someone to call or meet with, a script to read over, lines to learn, workout classes to take, personal grooming to be attended to. It kept her occupied, allowing for a distraction as her mind would wander. Even as months passed, her focus never fully narrowed, and there was only so much she could do before the scent of soap and pine needles and freshly cut wood began to seep through the edges of her imagination. They didn’t speak. She wasn’t sure what the protocol would be and they hadn’t had the time to talk about it so she just gave him space, wondering if he was still reeling from their rekindling as much as she was.
She went to parties, hung out with friends, but there was a vacancy there, like everyone looked right through her, or saw her as just another rung on their own ladder to success. She could feel the insincerity in their smiles, squeezing her close with bony, designer swaddled limbs and whispering “I missed you baby!” or “It’s so good to see you!” or “Bestie, how have you been!?” and then pulling away with a smug smirk like they knew they had just given the oscar-winning performance. She wanted nothing more than to tell somebody, anybody about Steve, about what she was going through, but she couldn’t trust anyone. Spilling to any of these people would have the tabloids on it in a second.
So she worked. And she gave her own insincere smiles and hellos that didn’t go below the surface. And she kept her head down. She made some decent movies. She put out some work that she was really proud of. She walked the red carpet alone. She was getting offers on a consistent basis now, being able to be more and more selective about what she wanted to work on. It wasn’t about survival anymore, it was about what she wanted. And suddenly she felt like she wasn’t so sure about that anymore.
She stood on the red carpet for her last film of the year, a cheesy christmas romance that she only had a supporting role in, bombarded by photographers and people yelling her name. She flashed her perfectly practiced smile and straightened out her classic, deep red, floor length gown before leaving the mark for someone else. The shuttering of cameras, the screaming fans and paparazzi and stressed out PAs, the flashing lights, the similarly overstimulated and overworked stars all faded behind her as she walked into the darkness of the theater, and for one singular moment, for the first time in almost exactly a year, she felt peaceful. She pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to her assistant, changed my mind, actually do book me that ticket for tomorrow? You’re the best, and then she sat down to enjoy her cheesy, silly movie.
She pulled into the driveway in a rental car that smelled of stale cigarette smoke. Through the windows she could see her mother fussing about, putting decorations in place, getting the house in order. It looked warm inside. The flight had been long and her head hurt and her body ached but she found herself locked in place, white knuckles on the wheel. She couldn’t pry her fingers away to open the door. Her head was spinning and her chest felt tight until she let muscle memory take over as she shifted the car into reverse and suddenly everything felt clear. She followed the roads on autopilot, knowing exactly where she would end up but feeling not entirely sure until she arrived.
Stepping out of the car was easy this time. Too easy, in fact. She left it running, door open as she followed the magnetic pull to his front door, adorned with a vibrant, homemade pine wreath. Her heart felt like it was clawing its way out of her body through her throat as she reached a shaking hand up and knocked on the door. She held her breath for a few stunned, silent, panicked moments until she heard movement somewhere inside the house. The air came out of her all in a rush as the door opened and there Steve Rogers stood, right in front of her, live and in the flesh, blue eyes wide as they landed on her. “Hi.” seemed to be the only thing he could get out.
“Hi.” She responded breathlessly. They stood, staring at each other for a long moment, and when he finally opened his mouth to speak she cut him off, letting the words just tumble out. “I’m so sorry I left, I’ve been so miserable this whole year and I just missed you so much and I regret everything I never should have left at all.” she paused for a deep breath. “Would you mind if I stay?” She could barely finish her question before he was pulling her in close, threading a hand through her hair and wrapping the other around her waist, and kissing her like there was nothing else he could ever need but this. He pulled back gently and rested his forehead against hers. “Is that a yes?” She asked, breathlessly. “What? And have waited for you all this time for nothing? Course I wouldn’t mind, Sugar.” He whispered before pulling her in for another kiss, slow, lazy this time, for he had no reason to rush, she had no other place to be, and they had nothing but time.
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heliads · 4 months
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the tumblrina urge to disregard studying for finals/write literally any request i have been given in favor of writing long extended plans for yet another series i will never actually write
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soulcured · 2 years
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Red armored men just can’t seem to keep their hands off Steve
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thatmexisaurusrex · 2 years
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For Sam Wilson Tush Collection, maybe the private one, up to you..
SamBucky Dreaming
Okay, @elektraking, so this has inspired a bonus fic for The Tush Collection. This and the @hot-chocolates-world’s post that had six photos that emphasized Anthony Mackie’s butt which inspired the six other fics in this collection are both inspirations for this bonus fic! I hope you all enjoy this bonus fic for the collection! 🥰
Bonus Fic: I found it hard to find someone like you
| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: E | WC: 3K |
Summary: Sam meets the literal man of his dreams at a nightclub.
Excerpt:
“Butt!” Sam wasn’t even sure how he heard it. It was a loud nightclub. Louder at the bar. Sam turned to the word, his drink sloshing in the movement. Sam felt hot, even in his crop top. Body heat oozed everywhere despite what the club was doing to cool everyone down. He knew his makeup in theory shouldn’t smudge from the sweat, but he still had his worries. Who had formed that word, though? Sam found a man looking horrifyingly embarrassed. Sam wasn’t sure if the man had the worst sunburn ever or was blushing that badly. No. Sam was pretty sure the man was blushing. A sunburn would probably look flakier and more peely. Sam raised an eyebrow, amused. “Did you just yell ‘butt’ at me?” asked Sam. “Uh… no?” the man clearly lied.
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if you're gonna break my heart you sure as shit better be good at art otherwise the besties and i are gonna be roasting that shit in the groupchat for months to come
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lilydvoratrelundar · 1 year
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sometimes comic writing is silly in that “they’re all shooting off one-liners while they punch each other” but the thing is when its done badly you NOTICE. the reaction isn’t "oh yeah i guess this is media for children but also this is spider-man.” when its done badly the response is a) about five seconds trying to understand what the joke is meant to be, b) a slightly baffled “is that meant to be... funny?” and then c) they would NOT say that they would NOT
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betzabobababi · 1 year
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Im dying on so many new unknown (for me) levels right now-
My cousin said she blames Tony stark for everything that happened to Peter. Her logic is that the only reason Peter became known was because of the CV war. (civil war) Tony recruited Peter to go to Germany for help and from then on then (Spiderman:Homecoming) the vulture stuff happened. Now Peter would have still tried to stop Liz's dad with or without the stark techy suit. (Infinity war) But with the additional help the suit gave him he then decided to jump out of a moving bus and help try to save the time stone. This is when shit goes down. Peter dusts and Tony lives his second chance with Morgan. Peter was his first chance and now he was gone. (intervention) Honestly I sometimes wonder if Tony blamed himself for ever turning to Peter for help during the war. Back to the point, Cecile (my cousins character name) then says that when End Game happened Peter was brought back and inevitably Peter watched as his mentor, father figure and friend sacrifices himself for humanity.(Spider-Man: Far From Home) Peter then has to deal with the aftermath of the snap and he has to maintain Tony's reputation. So when they went on vacation Peter saw it as an opportunity to wind down and relax for a bit. Well, sometimes life chooses to be a pain in the ass. In peter's case, life chose to be a pain during his vacation. Peter then has to deal with the elementals and Mysterio. (intervention) What if Tony didn't sacrifice himself and he was there to help Peter out during far from home? Or what if instead Nick didn't come for help during his vacation? Sometimes I feel like the grown-ups in the MCU need help from younger generations. Like Tony needed help during the war, Nick needed help during Far from home. I guess Vision would count as help from the younger generations bc Vision is 3 even though he looked like a grown man. And its not always physical help they need during fights. Sometimes it can just be like showing up in their life and helping then out emotionally. Like Peter and Tony. Or America and Steven Strange. Love and Thunder? Peter and Yondu. Clint and Kate. And even though Clint has his own children doesn't mean that Kate isn't anywhere near the adoptive child spectrum.
Once Far From Home ended, his identity was revealed which sucked because that put everyone he loved in danger. What he tried so hard to avoid for it to happen, happened.(Spider-Man:No Way Home) This was an absolute mental and emotional roller-coaster. The MCU decided it would be a wonderful idea for everyone to forget Peter after the multiverse was gone. (Intervention) WHY DID THEY THINK IT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA. This movie hurt my heart on so many levels. Peter is now alone. And HE DIDNT KEEP HIS GOD DAMN PROMISE. Like peter honey, i get your in a difficult situation. I get you didnt tell Mj or Ned because you didnt want the whole multiversal shit to happen again, but seriously? Just fucking tell them. Even if it happens again you know how to work it out right? Yeah. You just have to find the kinks of the spell. JUST TELL THEM. And some people will disagree with me but its better to have them and know a way to protect them rather than, spending life alone. Eventually he might find a friend or something but he'll keep them at bay from the depth of the life. Hopefully the next spiderman movie less heartbreaking. Which brings us to the end of Cecile's theory. She blames The Tony Stark, the man who sacrificed himself for humanity, for his wife, daughter and his 'adoptive son'. She blames Tony Stark, the Genius, Billionaire, Ex-playboy, Philanthropist for all the pain and agony Peter Parker, your friendly neighborhood Spiderman went through.
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marvelflame2010 · 1 year
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Peter: Fuck, I want to die
Steve: Language!
Peter glaring straight at Steve: Frickity heck, I wish for death
Bucky and Y/n: *laugh so hard they fall off the couch*
Steve: That's not better Peter!
Peter: I WISH FOR DEATH!!!!!
Bucky and Y/n: Same
Steve: Bucky and Y/n, no!
Bucky and Y/n: Bucky and Y/n yes!
Steve: Jesus christ
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abbatoirablaze · 5 months
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Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 27
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: slight angst
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“I now pronounce you man and wife!” the priest proclaimed, “you may kiss the bride!”
The guests stood, clapping and cheering for the couple as a song played.  Jess was the first one to break the kiss, her arms still wrapped around her husband’s neck. He smiled at her, his eyes lighting up.
“I love you so much!” he proclaimed boldly before pulling her back into another searing kiss.
“Every day I see you, I swear, you’ve never looked more beautiful…” Ransom purred to his wife as they swayed along to the music, “getting to watch how you are with our children…getting to see you every night when I come home from the publishing company or the school…I live for it.  I never want to have another day without you!  I want you and only you for the rest of our lives, Jess…”
Jess all but swooned in her husband’s arms, “Hugh…”
He only smiled in response.  He loved hearing his name coming from her lips, almost as much as he loved looking into her eyes and seeing the love that she had for him. 
“I love you, Jess.”
“I love you too, Hugh…”
“Do you mind if I cut in?”
Ransom looked away from his bride to his mother who was holding their youngest child, “the two of you?”
“If your blushing bride doesn’t mind, I’d love a dance with my son,” she tried gently, “and I’m sure your youngest would love some time with you right about now…she’s been asking for you all afternoon.”
“I don’t mind Linda,” Jess smiled softly, looking to her mother in law.  She looked at her one year old who was already making grabby hands at her and she put on a big grin, “oh my baby girl!  Did you have fun with nana Linda?  Did you?”
“Amma!” the baby giggled as she all but threw herself into her mother’s arms.
“Are Evan and Rose still dancing with Harlan?”
“I think that Evan and Rose made some new friends with my great grand baby!” Linda pointed out, referring to Maritza and her two step siblings.  Maritza was signing actively to the little boy, who Jess had been introduced to a few months ago, by the name of Michael, and his sister Ashley was giggling as she talked with Evan and Rose.
“Looks like it!” she smiled, leaning in to her husband to kiss him gently.  Ransom sighed against her lips, happy that his life felt complete once more as she broke the kiss and patted his chest, “you two enjoy your dance…I’ll go ask Harlan for a dance then.”
Ransom watched, almost bewitched, as his wife and youngest child walked away from the dance floor, before he looped his arms around his mother, “may I have this dance?”
“I’ve been waiting all evening!” Linda smiled, wrapping her arms around her son.  A new song started, and Linda watched as he kept his eyes trained on Jess.  She reached up and stroked her son’s cheek, “I’m so happy for you, Hugh…”
He broke eye contact, looking at his mom.  Tears welled up in his eyes and Linda frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he sniffled, shaking his head, “nothing is wrong!  It’s the opposite.  I just-this is just…this day is perfect…”
“Things work out for the best, sweetie…they always do.”
“For a second I was worried that they wouldn’t…” he admitted gently as he nodded along with his mother, “there was a while where I didn’t think I’d ever be here…that I wouldn’t be a good father to my children…that I’d end up like Richard.  That I’d end up without Jess in the end.  I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have her and the kids in my life!”
“You are not your father’s son…not in that respect, Hugh…” she sighed, stroking his cheek once more, “you’re a good man, Hugh Ransom Drysdale.”
“Thanks mom…”
“And you’ve got yourself a good wife…a good mother to your children,” she offered, “you and Jess were meant to be, Hugh.”
“I know that,” he agreed, “it’s just nice that it’s finally happening!”
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The air of the party was a complicated one.  While the kids almost seemed blissfully unaware of what was going on, the adults seemed to be a little more solemn.  Monte was celebrating his first birthday at the Barnes’ home.
“You okay?” a stern voice asked.  Bucky gave a sad smile to Ari as his friend clapped him on the shoulder and joined him in watching the kids all playing in the back yard, “you know…we can watch the kids if you want to get some air…I know today is a tough day for you!”
“A-are you sure?”
“We can watch the kids, Buck…” Britt offered. 
“Okay…I-I won’t be long!”
“Take your time, Buck…” Ari sighed.  He nodded, and Ari pulled his friend into a hug, “we’ll be here when you get back, okay?”  
Bucky nodded once again, but not wanting to interrupt the party, he quietly slipped out and hopped onto his bike, making his way to the cemetery.  The journey was about twenty minutes, but it felt like an eternity as he pulled in and started towards the grave site.  He sniffled as he pulled up to the headstone. 
It had been a year since he was last there. 
“Hey…” he sighed, unsure of what else to say as he found his way beside the headstone and sat down.  A few tears slipped down his cheeks, “I-I’m sorry I haven’t been here in a while…things got…out of hand for a bit…and you know…when things get hectic, I kind of lose track of things anymore.  Raising everyone has been getting tough on me in my old age.”
He tried to laugh at his bad attempt at a joke, but it came out as a choked sob.  His heart ached as he wiped the tears away.
“I-I’m sorry.  I-I don’t know what else to do sometimes.  Uh-other things you should know…Cami got back together with Steve…” he admitted, not knowing where to start, “they’re planning a new wedding…and they’ve moved in together…they have the girls and Joey…finally acting like a father, so there’s that.  A-a-and Britt and Ari had another baby.  They named this one Samuel after one of Ari’s other friends from his undercover ops days…And Andy….he-he went away….for a lot of bad things…but he won’t ever hurt Ashley or Michael again.  Steve’s daughter Sasha has the kids….and a boyfriend named Curtis…who has a little girl named Maritza….her and Monte…they get along…I think she’s trying to teach him sign language…we-we see Curtis and Sasha a lot…”
A few more tears slipped down his cheeks, “I know that you probably wouldn’t want me here…not when I should be celebrating Monte…I mean…he’s one after all.  A birthday party for a one-year-old is an important milestone.  The-their whole lives are beginning…they-”
He couldn’t finish what he wanted to say.  The words struck too deep within himself that he couldn’t hold back the new line of tears that had flooded his vision.  It had become rivers slipping down his cheeks. 
He allowed himself to feel the emotions, the sadness that he’d been surrounded by the past few days leading up to the birthday party.  He allowed himself to feel everything he pushed to the background when he was with his children. 
But not here.  Not now. 
He could allow himself to truly grieve. 
To process everything.
But his head snapped up when he heard the gravel crunching beneath a set of tires.  As the car came into view around the corner, he tried to wipe away his own tears.  And when it stopped just shy of his bike he stared at the ground. 
He heard the soft footfalls, and the little happy gurgles before he saw her.
“James…”
He bit his bottom lip for a moment, in an attempt to get it to stop warbling, before looking up to his wife and baby boy.  His brows raised in surprise, “Wh-why did you bring Monte?  He-he, it’s his birthday party.  You didn’t need to come up here, Mel…I thought we agreed that we’d come up aft-”
She passed their baby boy to his father and sat beside him, “he wanted to be with you…honestly I think he saw you leave…started throwing a fit…and if I’m being a hundred percent honest, I missed you…and I didn’t think you should have to be up here alone while we celebrate Monte and Timothy.”
Bucky sighed, looking at his youngest son, before turning his attention back to Mel, “I-I’m sorry for coming here during his party and ruining the day.”
“James…you didn’t ruin anything,” she sighed as she took his free hand, “you wanted to visit Timothy’s grave…I get that…I do!  Trust me!”
“You visit him more than I do…I-I barely ever come here…”
“You came here for me though when I couldn’t.  When I was laid up and the doctor said that I couldn’t leave the hospital,” she reminded him, “I was laid up for two months after giving birth to Monte. But James, he always had one of us here for him.”
Bucky sighed, unable to stop his tears.  He reached out and stroked his wife’s face, seeing the tears in her own eyes, “we-we should probably introduce them to each other, shouldn’t we?”
“He is here,” she said softly, looking to him.  Bucky nodded, handing his son back off to his wife, “hey baby boy…”
“Monte…I-mommy and I want you to meet your big brother…you two…you share a mommy and daddy…and a birthday…” he said tearfully. 
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daisybeewrites · 2 years
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steve rogers is the mcu’s version of a disney star
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anthro-bean · 2 years
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I was playing with some modern AU ideas and I decided Tavarti wouldn't be a cop or a detective.
She'd be an investigative journalist/activist/whatever Robert Evans is
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octaviasdread · 2 years
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i never understood what the girlies see in chris evans but after seeing gifted (2017) … i get it, like oh my god
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