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champagne-bucky · 4 years

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Summary: Steve Rogers tells Bucky about his first time.

Warnings: pre-serum Steve x reader, smut, loss of virginity

Notes: This is my thank you for hitting 500 followers this weekend. This may or may not turn into a mini series following the adventures of pre- serum Steve and the reader. Let me know what you guys think! Please make sure to like, comment, reblog, and follow for more!! Enjoy guys!!

Steve Rogers days were numbered. It’s sad and unfortunately true. No one thought the day would come where the world would be saying goodbye once more to the Patriotic American War Hero, but it looks like the end is approaching.

Steve’s decision to go back in time was a hard one for anyone to grasp, especially his best friend Bucky Barnes. Bucky and Steve were side by side always. Even when they weren’t, there wasn’t a day that went by where Bucky and Steve weren’t on each others minds.

Bucky knew his time with his forever pal was coming up. He knew for a while now that he’d have to prepare for the day when he’d say his final goodbyes, which is why Bucky made is a point to visit Steve every free minute of the day. Steve insisted that Bucky didn’t need to come to the lavish retirement home everyday, but Bucky was insistent and being with his friend just in case the ‘end of the line’ was drawing to a close.

“Hey, Buck.” The old man laying in the bed greeted the other walking through the doorway.

“Hey, punk. How we feelin’ today?” Bucky took a seat on the plush chair next to Steve’s bedside.

“Same as everyday, tired.” Bucky frowned. His best friend has been feeling tired lately, should he be worried?

“Oh, wipe that look off your face, Buck. I’m not dead, yet,” Bucky cringed, “it’s what happens when you get older, bud.” Steve flashed him his famous smile.

“What’s got you so upset today?” Steve eyed Bucky up and down.

“Nothing. What makes you think that?”

“I may be old, but I’m not senile. You’ve been sporting that look for weeks. Now what’s wrong?”

“It’s just,” Bucky sighed, he didn’t want to say it. If he didn’t it’ll all feel to real.

“That I’m should be dead soon?” Steve grinned as Bucky gasped.

“Don’t say that Steve! You’re not going to die, not for a while.” Bucky couldn’t help but choke back the tears.

“Bucky, you know it’s gonna happen. Sooner rather than later. I’m old Buck, it’s about time I leave this place.” Bucky was crying now. The tears fully falling down his face.

“C’mon you big sap. Wipe those tears away. I want no crying today. Don’t cry until after I’m gone. I wanna remember you smiling.” Steve had been doing this a lot lately. Anytime Bucky would be upset during his visits with Steve, he would try his best to make him smile. Bucky being the god sport he is decided to go along with his charades for he didn’t know how long they’d be doing this.

“I’m not crying cause of that,” Bucky sniffled, “I’m crying cause you’re gonna die a virgin.” Steve chuckled and Bucky cringed. He wished he could’ve taken that back.

“Just like the 40s all over again, huh?” Bucky had always been on Steve in their youth about getting Steve a nice girl. Someone that’ll take care of him. Someone that’ll hold him close those long lonely nights when Bucky couldn’t be there for him.

“I’m serious, pal. We gotta get you laid before...before,” Bucky’s voice trailed off.

“Before I go off to the army.” Good ole denial, one of Steve’s favorite games to play.

“Yeah, before you go off to the army.” Steve smirked at Bucky. It was that all knowing smirk.

“What?”

“I just realized. I never told you.” Steve’s grin grew even wider, the wrinkles in his face becoming more prominent.

“Told me what? That you got laid?” Bucky shook his head and laughed. He didn’t doubt he did. He had a few brief flings before Steve reunited with Bucky.

“Yeah, Y/N Y/L/N, remember her?” Bucky was confused.

“Umm, Steve, I’m sure she’s long gone by now.” He remembers the name all to well. That was the girl who worked in her dad’s pharmacy. The girl Steve was so smitten with.

“I know that idiot, I’m talking about before. When she was alive.”

“You slept with an old lad- OW!” Bucky exclaimed as Steve picked up his newspaper from the side of his bed and whacked Bucky over the head with it.

“I’m talking about before, Buck. Before I joined the army, before you joined the army.”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

“I’m to old for bullshitting, don’t ya think?” Bucky knew Steve as a lot of things. A risk taker, danger seeker, and because of his mother, hypochondriac.

“Okay, so when was it?” Bucky was curious now, he was hoping to catch Steve in a lie.

“Summer of 1935.”

“Bullshit!”

“How?”

“You would’ve told me.” Bucky was looked for any signs of joking, to his surprise there was none.

“I’m telling you now aren’t I?”

“Go on.”

“It was 1935, just after my 17th birthday. Remember, you and your family left for Chicago for the rest of the summer. You went to go stay with your aunt.” Wow, Bucky didn’t even remember the summer of ‘35.

“So, how was it?”

“I’m trying to tell you a story about how I met her and you wanna know how I enjoyed it?”

“Well it’s not everyday your friend over 100 tells you a dirty secret about their life.”

“Don’t make me smack you again. Now pay attention.” Bucky nodded and urged Steve to continue.

**Flashback**

1935

The air was hot and sticky. Kids were running around the streets while the fire hydrants were spraying water to keep them cool. On the other side of Brooklyn, a young James Barnes had just finished packing the car for Chicago.

“You gonna be alright without me, pal?” Bucky looked down at his short and unhealthily skinny friend.

“Yeah, you know me Buck, I can hold me own.” Bucky chuckled and patted Steve in the back.

“Sure ya can. Just don’t getting into any trouble, not without me of course.” Bucky hugged Steve tight.

“I’ll see ya when I get back. Don’t go kissing any pretty girls without me.” Bucky called out of the window of the car before it took off down the street.

“No promises.” Steve yelled back.

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Steve waited until the car was out of sight before he made the long walk back to his home. There, his mother was in the kitchen preparing a delicious dessert for the two of them. Sarah Rogers was a kind and patient woman, one who always encouraged her son to take care of his mind, body, and soul. However, his health was Sarah’s biggest concern.

Steve had not grown up like the normal boys. He never did hit a growth spurt or sprout an impressive beard like his counterpart Bucky. No, Steve was a boy who was bullied and teased for not looking like a man. Sarah believe that maybe if he took better care of his health and changed his lifestyle that there would be hope for him yet. After all, mother knows best.

“Come in here Stevie and help mommy with the pie crust. Mrs. Leny from down the street gave me some apples from her tree.” Steve kicked his shoes off by the door and made his way to the kitchen.

“Make sure you wash up real good, honey. Don’t want to be sick for the remainder of the summer now do we?” Steve rolled his eyes at his worrying health obsessed mother. She was always on him about getting sick or not eating the right foods. It was rather annoying for the young Rogers boy. All he wanted to do was be like the normal kids in the neighborhood and go out and get his hands dirty, however the “normal kids” never wanted him to join in on the fun.

“Oh, Stevie!” Sarah called for her son as he finished washing the plates.

“I need you to make a run down to the pharmacy for me. Dr. Y/L/N called earlier and your prescription just came in.” Steve rolled his eyes and made his way to the door.

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Steve had never considered himself a nervous man, not even around girls, but she, she was an exception. The pretty young woman behind the counter was mindlessly flipping through her newest book as Steve waited outside the drug store. He was going to have to talk to her. The beautiful woman that was unknowingly stealing his heart. Bucky had been teasing him for years about asking her out, but Steve could never find the courage.

"What girl would go out with a guy like me?” Bucky would frown hearing those words come out of his best friends mouth.

Slowly, Steve opened the door to the drug store, careful to not make the bell chime loudly. However, his plans were corrupted when he saw the unlikely fellows pushing him through the door altering the woman behind the counter of his presence. Buddy Bedestow and Hank Schumacher, Steve’s worst nightmares.

“Aww look who it is Hank, skinny boy Rogers. Hey Rogers, where’s your pal? Guess he’s not here to protect you now.” The two large men squished Steve between them. They have been on Steve’s ass since grade school, always picking on him for no particular reason. Well, Bucky thinks there is no reason, Steve mustered up the idea that the boys were jealous of his friendship with the most suavest fella in Brooklyn.

“Say Bud, did Stevie here run out of menstrual supplies? Ya think its our little pansy’s cycle again?” Unbeknownst to the boys, the woman was making her way around the counter.

“Nah Hank, I think Stevie here was gettin’ some rubbers, musta’ ran out when he was going down on his old lady. Is that why you’re here twig? Need to get back to momma?” Steve blushed as the boys kept berating him.

“Alright, that’s enough! Hank, Buddy, get out of here before I call your ma’s and tell them you’ve been stealing.”

“But we haven-“

“My pa may be old, but he sure ain’t dumb. Now scram.” The boys reluctantly let go of Steve and made their way out of the store.

“You're the Rogers boy I’m guessing?” Her painted lips curled into a smile and Steve’s heart stopped functioning.

“Y-yeah, how’d you know?” A simple joke, she laughed, Steve felt the heat rise in his cheeks.

“I have my ways of figuring it out. I have your prescription by the way.” She returns to her spot behind the counter and shuffles through the copious amounts of white paper bags.

“Here you are. Oh, and Steve?” Steve looked up at the woman, bottom lip fitting snuggly between her top teeth.

“Yes?”

“Don’t listen to those boys, they’re just jealous of your charm and good looks.” Steve was beet red now. Charm? Good looks? Was the girl mad? Did she really see him like that?

“Miss your kindness is greatly appreciated, but you don’t have to lie.” She frowned.

“You don’t believe those boys do you? Steve, you are possibly the most handsome fella I’d ever laid eyes on. Steve couldn’t believe it. He’s pretty sure no one would believe him.

“Don’t try and make me feel better, beautiful dames like you don’t go for boys like me.”

“You are sorely mistaken, Steve Rogers. Maybe some girls like the handsome momma’s boy types.” She leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Steve gasped, an unwanted stir of arousal started to build.

That’s where it all started. That one simple kiss. Its innocence could not foreshadow the wild adventures Steve Rogers and his little pharmacist had planned over the summer. It started out slow, little dates at the local theater and trips to the ice cream shop, but they both wanted more they both needed more.

So that’s how Steve found himself that mid-August afternoon, standing in only his boxer shorts while his pretty little pharmacist laid out naked and panting in his bed. Sarah Rogers had gone out for the day, leaving Steve and his girl to their own scandalous devices.

“You know, my ma would skin me alive if she saw what we were doing right now, said this was a sin.” Both Steve and his girl were told at a very young age that virginity was a special thing to share on a wedding night, however, with both parties wanting more they couldn’t help themselves but give in to their ungodly urges.

“You think the big man will be upset?” Steve disregarded his shorts and reached to take a rubber from her shaking hand.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure Buck’s did worse than what we are doing.” She let out a breathy chuckle.

“Steve, hurry up. I need you.” Steve’s member twitched as he pumped himself a few times and rolled the rubber down his length.

“Patience is a virtue my love.” Steve smirked as his fingers began sliding around her lower lips.

A whine escaped his love’s mouth, soft and breathy. They’ve been practicing for a moment like this. It finally all led up to this. Their first touches, first orgasms, first time seeing each other naked, it all led up to this moment.

Softly, his fingers slide into her tight entrance, a guttural moan echoed throughout the small bedroom. She was still tight after all the sessions they had gone through. He couldn’t resist the urge to keep pumping in and out of her. He was addicted to her moans and movements, Steve wanted to be greedy and make her cum before he got inside of her.

“So beautiful, wish I could have you like this all day.” He moved a tad fast, the pad of his thumb maintaining circular motions on that special spot she always heard about.

“God Steve, I need you, please.” She whined one more as she fisted the sheets below her.

“In a minute my love, I wanna see you come undone around my fingers.” She moaned loudly at the dirty talk. Since their sessions had began, Steve had acquired a tasteful vocabulary that was enough to make anyone gasp in shock.

A few more pumps, each faster then the last, and the beautiful woman before him was quivering around him. His hand had gotten soaked from her arousal, a little had gotten on the bed sheets below her too. He can clean those later anyway. Right now he was determined to be inside his girl once and for all.

“I heard it’s suppose to hurt.” Steve began to feel worried as he placed his covered head at her entrance.

“Only for a little, but it’ll feel better.” She was an angel before him, sweaty and sticky with lust and arousal. She was insatiable and Steve needed her now.

He slowly entered her, she winced a little in pain and Steve began to pull back. She looked up and him and urged him to go on. Little by little, he filled her out. He stayed in her, not wanting to move and hurt her. She nodded her head and urged him to move. It was indescribable, the pleasure the skinny boy above the beautiful woman was sending him over the edge. Steve was expected to release quickly, but he was determined to have his love finish first.

“C’mon my love, give me another one.” His thrush we’re at a steady pace now and she was a mess. Hair sticking to the bedsheets and hands gripping her lovers shoulders. She wanted move, but they would both have to wait to delve into new territory.

“You feel so good. Please don’t stop.” He back arched and Steve almost fell over the edge.

“One more my love and I’ll come with you. One more.” On command she came and Steve followed suit. Both lovers were a panting, sweaty mess.

Steve eases his soft shaft out of her and she whined at the loss of fullness. He quickly removed the rubber and tossed it in the waste bin near his bed. He laid down next to his beloved and wrapped his arms around her.

“Till next time my love.” She turned her head and kiss Steve.

“Till next time.” He kissed her back, deeply and full of love.

**End Flashback**

“Holy shit.” Bucky was bug eyed.

“And you really thought I was lying to ya.” The old man from the bed smirked.

“I can’t believe it.”

“I knew you wouldn’t.” Steve chuckled.

“Well I’ll be damned. Steve Rogers was a scoundrel.” Bucky shook his head still in disbelief.

“So whatever happened between you two? You both just jumped into it right away?” The metal armed soldier was curious now.

“That’s another story for another day, Buck. You’d be surprised how much we did before that day.” Bucky paused for a moment.

“How much you what?!”

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winters-doll · 3 years

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“Good morning mr. stuffy!” I whisper yell at the stuffed teddy. His blue bunny ears twirling side to side

As soon as I slid my feet off the bed, I felt it.

Today’s gonna be a good day. I nod with encouragement. I got undressed and went to the bathroom but before I could turn on the shower head my notification went off

*pikachuuu*

Jane: morning my fluffy sunshine 🌻 don’t forget to meet me at maid cafe today for breakfast

Oh shucks! Right! I forgot!

Jasmine: I’ll be there in an hour! Can’t wait! See ya there ❤️

I took my shower, brushed my teeth and fluffed out my hair

*My outfit*

Honestly I feel kinda trendy!

Oh dear! This is why I don’t have many friends 😅

I grab my keys to my apartment, lock the door and was on my way

*Ding*

I skipped inside the cafe.

Honestly I love it here. Every time I enter I have the sense of relief that I’m at another home. The fresh smell of oatmeal cookies filled my nose. I skipped towards my usual table.

Jane head pops up before I round the booth

“Goodness you’re so cute Jasmine!” She hugs me tight. She smells like apples! I snuggle closer!

“You look pretty to babe✨” I smile up at her.

“How did you sleep?” She asked. “ I slept fine. Not too good but not too bad either.” I told her honestly.

She nods her head and agrees. She suddenly gets quiet and I cock my head in confusion. “You okay Jane?” She sighs. “Well I have to tell you eventually.” She looks up at me with brown eyes. “What’s up? Is it your boyfriend?! Cuz I’ll-“ I raise my voice a bit. “No Jasmine! I broke up with Tom… but I’m dating someone else.” She rambles.

Complete silence

“Omg!” I yell! I quickly shut my mouth as people glared at me.

I whimpered a bit.

I rush over to her side.

“Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?!” I rock her back and forth. She laughs and blushes a bit.

“You’re about to find out” she mumbles looking at her phone

*Ding*

Immediately after three large men entered the cafe. Two with beautiful blonde hair and one with chocolate medium length locks.

All their eyes a different striking blue.

One with blonde hair saw us and rushed over to give Jane a bear hug and lifted her off the ground to swing her in a circle. Jane squealed and the man chuckled and sat her down.

“Jasmine” she says in giggles. “This is my boyfriend Thor.”

“As in… Thor on the avengers?!”

I mumble

“ mhm” she smiles

I don’t know what to do. Should I stand or-

Suddenly out of nowhere. A big hand envelopes mine in a handshake.

“ Ah, lady Jasmine, so wonderful to meet you. She won’t stop talking about you.

Thor smiles. I squeak and smile and say “it’s a pleasure”

“Oh steve come over here! Bring brother Barnes as well.” The two men turned around

The one with brown hair made eye contact with me.

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I’ve never blushed so hard before. I quickly put my head down. I could feel his stare holes in my head so I kept my hair down down

*scrape*

I feel two chairs go under our table.

“Hi steve!” Jane beams at the super soldier.

“How are you Jane” Steve smiles

“I’ve been great, honestly” she smiles and blushes at Thor who holds her hand

The table was filled with complete silence

“Oh right!” Steve mumbles

“This is Bucky and a good ole friend of mine.”

He pats the man's broad shoulder.

I bring my head up to look at the man

“Hi bucky” I mumble

Bucky looks at me and smiles a little

His fingers brush mine and he say

“Hello Jasmine.

It’s short lamooo I’ll do more if you guys like it

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avengerscompound · 4 years

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The Tower: The Queen of Asgard, 3

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1861

Warnings: None this chapter

Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man. When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.

Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood. While others expect Thor to make things more official. What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.

Author’s Note: Written with my very own Clint Barton @fanficwriter013

Chapter 3 - The Hair Cut

That night we all gathered together for a family meal. Wanda and I had cooked. She took the lead so there were a lot of Sokovian and Romany dishes, as well as some very American sides like Mac and Cheese just in case the kids were being fussy.

Thor sat with Riley in his lap as Steve put Pietro in his highchair. “This is Riley’s highchair,” Steve said indicating to the other chair. “If you don’t want her wiping her sticky fingers on you while you eat.”

“Am I not meant to be a napkin?” Thor joked.

Steve chuckled. “You can be if you like. But there are other options.”

“I’m sure she will love using you as a napkin.” I teased.

“I would assume so,” Thor said as Riley buried her face into his neck and started kicking her legs.

Wanda and I put a variety of foods into the kid’s bowls and then sat and began helping ourselves.

“Now, Natasha,” I said when everyone had started eating. “There’s something you need to come to terms with.”

“What’d I do?” She asked.

“Well, see... here's the thing,” I said, putting my fork down and looking at her. “Out here at the compound, we can go outside with the kids and play or do whatever and we're left alone because the worst case it’s just agents around, but generally the house is isolated. If we go back to the tower, the only way the kids can get to play outside is to go to the park, which means…”

“No,” Nat said, firmly. “Nope. No. Nuh-uh.”

“They have to be able to go outside and play, Nat,” Sam said.

“No.” She repeated, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Nat, they have to. Taking out the psychological need children have to do that. They need vitamin d to live.” I said.

“They can play on the roof,” Natasha said. “You said you could make a garden for them to play in, right, Tony?”

“Yeah. I can do that, but Nat, you can’t …” Tony started.

“Three years!” Natasha almost shouted. “I have saved them from those monsters for three years!”

“I know you have, Natasha,” I said. “You've done a great job. But every year you do it their world becomes smaller. They can't just exist in a bubble where there are no other parts of the world. They should be able to go to the beach or Disney or the park with their dog. The longer we keep them from that the less chance they have of actually being normal kids who can interact with society. They will grow to resent us for what we kept from them. I know it sucks... but we have to figure out a way we can navigate in the actual world that negates the damage.”

Natasha scowled and muttered something in Russian as Clint rubbed her back. She let out a breath and gave a slight nod. “They need to respect their boundaries, or so help me…”

“Luckily we have someone here who grew up with it and might have some ideas,” Steve said.

“We could take out restraining orders. Happy was always pretty good at keeping them out of shot of me. I’ll talk to him. Maybe they can have a team that just stays out of sight and sweeps around.” Tony said.

“That’s a start,” Steve said. “We’ll work this out, Natasha, but El is right, as much as we want to protect them, they can’t live in a bubble.”

“I want to keep them in a bubble,” Natasha muttered. “I mean it though, I’ll kill them if they get too close to my babies.”

“Mama!” Pietro scolded, scrunching up his nose. “Don’t be naughty.”

Natasha laughed so hard she snorted. “Sorry, bud.”

“Nat snorted.” I giggled.

“El, don’t make me get in trouble with my son again.” She warned.

“What? It was cute.”

She eyed me but didn’t say anything and I smirked at her as I took a mouthful of my food.

“I may require some assistance here,” Thor said.

We all looked over to him to see Riley’s hand stuck to the side of his head. She looked distressed as Thor held her hand in place so she didn’t yank his hair out.

“Oh, damn,” Clint said getting up and coming over to him and slowly trying to get Riley’s hand free. “Okay, get me the vinegar.”

I got up and rushed to the kitchen, bringing back apple cider vinegar. “Okay, bug, don’t move,” Clint said as he began to work the vinegar into Thor’s hair and untangle Riley’s hands from it.

“Daddy!” Riley whined as she tugged on Thor’s hair.

“Jelly Bean, your hand is literally attached to someone else right now,” Clint said. “You know how you complain when daddy brushes your hair too hard and it rips the knots out? That’s what you’re doing to Daddy Thor right now.”

“Sorry, daddy.” She said, starting to cry.

“It’s okay, princess. I’m not angry.” Thor said.

“I stuck.” She said, fat tears running down her cheeks.

“I know,” Thor said. “Daddy Clint is going to get you out.”

“You kids need to use your forks when you eat,” Steve said.

“Yeah, that’s the difference between babies and big kids,” Natasha added.

“‘M a big girl.” Riley sobbed as Pietro picked up his fork and awkwardly started to shovel Mac and Cheese into his mouth, more spilling down his front than getting in his mouth.

Clint managed to work Riley’s hand free and she stopped crying and looked up at him “Fank you, daddy.” She said, opening and closing her hand.

“You're welcome, sweetheart,” Clint said wiping her hands clean. “Now we’re going to use our fork and after dinner, you and your brother are going to have a bath.”

“Baff!” Riley said excitedly.

“No, Baff, daddy,” Pietro whined.

“Thor, we’re going to need to put coconut oil in your hair to untangle it properly. Maybe a hair mask. I can help you with that after dinner if you like.” Clint said.

“I would appreciate that,” Thor said.

We all finished up eating and Wanda and Sam took the kids for their bath while Clint and I took Thor to fix his hair.

“Take a seat on the edge of the tub,” Clint said. “Gotta rinse it out first if I’m gonna try and save it.”

Thor took his shirt off and sat down on the rim of the tub. Clint began to fiddle with the water and started to rinse Thor’s hair. “El, can you pass me the wide-toothed comb.”

I handed it over and he carefully began to pick out the knots with it. “This is going to be some feat. I hope you’re feeling patient, Thor.” Clint said.

“You could just shave it.” I joked.

“Yeah, that would definitely be easier.” Clint chuckled, as he very patiently worked on Clint’s hair.

“Perhaps that would be best,” Thor said. “She was very upset at being stuck. I do not like that I upset her like that.”

“You’re sure?” I asked.

“Yes. I’m sure.” Thor said.

“Oh, god,” I said, going to grab the clippers. “I can’t believe we’re about to shave off the mighty Thor’s beautiful tresses.”

Clint began prepping the clippers while I plugged them in. “Why are you more upset than Thor?”

I shrugged. “I’m a dramatic bitch?”

“Okay, well. Don't scream.” Clint said. He turned the clippers on and ran them through Thor’s hair.

“Oh my god,” I said as I watched. “Don’t make him bald.”

“Don't worry, it'll look good,” Clint said as he worked.

I watched on as Thor’s hair got shorter and shorter, his blond locks collecting on the floor around him. I swept up as Clint went and soon it began to look more like a hair cut. Quite like Clint’s actually. Short, back and sides, a little more length to the top. Clint pulled back and looked over his work. “It’s still gonna need a treatment.” He said.

“Coconut oil?” I asked.

Clint nodded and grabbed a brush to sweep away the stray strands and I got the coconut oil and began to work it into Thor’s hair and scalp.

Thor looked up at me and hummed. “Thank you both.”

“You're welcome. Sorry about ol' sticky hands.” I said.

He put his hand on my hips and smiled softly. “I was warned.”

“Well, this is extreme,” I said. “He’s done a good job though. Steve might say you copied him.”

Thor chuckled. “It was getting a bit much anyway. With all my duties I barely had time to take care of it properly.”

“Really?” I asked, spiking it up at the top. “But don’t you have people for that. You had all the braids and everything.”

“I know, but… I have been growing less comfortable with asking for that level of treatment. I know my people don’t mind but I always feel more relaxed here, when I lack all the privileges that come with the crown.”

“You feel guilty don’t you?” I asked. “About not being able to be here?”

“Very much.” He agreed.

“You’re doing your best. You’re allowed to put them down when you’re here.” I said. “This isn’t ideal, I know. It wasn’t planned either and you are the king whether that’s what you want or not.”

“They don't want to be put down,” Thor said, sounding guilty. “They climb me.”

“I know. They are really, really excited to see you. And you're very strong and they like that you just put up with it.” I said, taking a seat beside him. “But... being a parent is more than that. What you're being is a fun uncle. Which... is Loki's job I guess? You can be firm with them about boundaries. And you should be. That's what being a parent is.”

“I miss them when I am away. I want to make it count.” He said, frowning.

“They love you. We all do.” I said, rubbing his thigh. “Are you seeing anyone? Else I mean.”

“I’m supposed to.” He said. “But no. Nothing else feels right outside of this.”

I rubbed his leg. “This will always be here.”

“You can probably rinse that out now,” Clint said sweeping the last of the hair into the trash.

I grabbed the showerhead and rinsed the oil out of his hair. When he was done I switched it off. “You want to check the damage?” Clint asked.

“Please.” Thor agreed, getting up and looking in the mirror. “It looks good. You are good at this.”

Clint blushed a little. “Thanks.”

Thor pulled Clint up against him. “No, thank you.”

Clint grinned and leaned up and kissed Thor. Thor pulled him closer and kissed him hungrily. Clint hummed and submitted to him, almost melting in the larger man’s embrace. Thor pulled back and looked down at Clint, he caressed his jaw gently. “I have missed you, little bird.”

“I missed you too,” Clint said.

“Shall we go find the others? Have a little fun?” Thor suggested.

I smiled and came over and kissed his shoulder. “I think that’s a very good idea.”

// NEXT

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allhailthesanders · 4 years

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Back At It Again With Another Watcher Weekly Commentary

At this point you guys know the drill. If not go and read the episodes I linked the below. BUT if you don’t want to do that here’s a brief explanation. I watch a Watcher Weekly episode and write down my stream of consciousness commentary then I rate the episode (All the episodes deserve at least a 10 though). Okay lets get started.

Previous Episode: WW #02 First Episode

WW #03: Spooky Small Talk Q+A

Starting off strong with a quick “IT’S JANUARY 2ND AND IT’S TIME FOR WATCHER WEEKLY”

@0:22 Steven: Today we are talking... we’re talking. Ryan: *Chokes* Shane: Yeah we’re talking!!! *pats Steven’s pat

I am less than 30 seconds in, and I am already praising this super underrated moment

Ol’ SLiM LiM, Big APPLE STEVE

“You got a hand on my back”- Steven Lim 2020

Ryan’s little giggle then his little impression of Steven

Hey do guys remember when called his hair long when it was only at his nose

wow, how much things have changed

I love all this hair talk and it is also weird seeing how much all of their hair has changed since this episode

Hair is like Plant Art ~ A new Steven Lim Ted Talk

Then we have Steven trying to style Shane’s hair

Ryan’s little what the hell???

The replay dilemma (at this point Gabby has once again realized this makes little to no sense without watching the episode. But she is going to keep on doing them because they make her happy)

There so many little Steven snaps

Then Ryan’s nude vlogs (not really. But like it’s possible 👀)

Oh! instead of being shirtless he’s going to Winnie the Pooh it

why is he still talking about it? sadly this is not the most tmi thing Ryan has said

Yo you can slap the watcher patch on your mom

Why is Shane shading me for not knowing how to sew?

I love how the ass slap was on the beat @6:28

BIG PAPA LIM and his compliments

The fact that Ryan shot 2 episodes in an hour and a half

hahahaha remember when they thought that there was going to be another season of Spooky Small Talk in October hahaha i do 😥

*random thing* someone need to water that plant

I love how they call Obama “Barry”

Okay @10:40- 10:51 is literally my favorite part of the episode. I have a clip of it saved onto my phone

Once again Shane thinks he can run a bee

Honey I don’t want to see you race a bee then lose

Also, I am now afraid at the fact that bees can fly 33mph

Bee Farm? Shane races a bee= Michael Phelps races a shark

AHAHAHA bergarabitch is Steven’s burner (not really but I’ll love it to be true)

“I don’t need to wear pants”-Shane Madej 2020 followed up by Ryan’s “i think you do”

is the diplococcus the real watcher? These are the questions we need to be asking

Steven is not scared of the diplococcus

“Come at me bro”-Steven Lim 2020

Grocery Run Very Fun

Also, the tagline for Watcher: SHIT S(o) H(appy) I(t’s) T(hursday)!

I miss being a Shithead

Such a family friendly company

a good screenshot moment at @15:35

Ryan= new lofi girl

@16:29 this is some groovy music

I’m not going to say much more but @17:12-17:21 Steven reminds me of my mom when I’m on a phone call when I thank family members for a gift that they gave me for my birthday

How many Patrons does Watcher have? Are they at 1500? Is there a replica of The Professor out there? I have so many questions?

A shorter episode yet very long commentary. I don’t think Shane ever sang a song about Homemade. There were so many ICONIC moments in here. So I’ll give it 17 Steven Snaps outs of 10.

Next Episode: WW #04

#Watcher #watcher weekly #shane madej #ryan bergara #steven lim #usermarylan #ryanberga #i'm trying to decide what to tag for this series #I'll probably go with be good people until I come up with something better #okay for anyone who actually went this far into the tags imma tell a little story thing #so last week me and my friend had an argument about what a better way of saying your pantsless #It was Winnie the poohing it vs Donald Ducking it #Winnie Poohing it won #that's all #hey if you don't like me rambling about WW #please tell and I will probably stop #I don't wnat to annoy people #I mean I like it but I don't want to annoy people #be good people

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billyhargroveinaponytail · 4 years

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“Good ole Dacre Montgomery”

Chapter 1: “Good Ole’ Billy Hargrove..”

Large bright lights covered the ceiling while long cords scattered the ground. Today had been Myra’s first day at her internship and she was nervous. The clipboard she had been given fumbled between her sweaty palms as she was led around the building with her adviser, he pointed out the different sets and explained their importance, the tour ended at a large table covered with every junk food and fruit you could think of. The adviser grabbed up an apple taking a large bite before waving Myra over to join him.

“Dive in, there’s something here I am sure you’ll enjoy!”

He gave her a friendly smile taking another bite from his apple, she glanced around before noticing a box of donuts from her favorite place, a place her family had gone to ever since she was little, it became a staple in their weekly trips to visit her grandparents.

She grabbed a pink sprinkle covered donut while a large hand reached forward grabbing for one as well, she glanced up and noticed a tall scruffy figure standing across the table from her. “Hello there,” He gave a wide grin, before laying his donut on his large plate. “I’m David, you must be the new intern!”

Myra nodded nervously, she knew exactly who he was, David Harbour the actor who played Jim Hopper the chief of police in their make believe town of Hawkins,Indiana. David was dressed in a pink and green geometric shirt that looked like something right out of Magnum PI, she was excited to see him out of the usual police uniform.

Myra spent her entire first year of college binging over season 1 with her roommate,Paisley. She liked a large majority of girls obsessed over Steve Harrington, Paisley even got them matching shirts and posters to decorate their room with. When season 2 finally aired Paisley found herself swooning over Steve more, where Myra found herself falling for Billy’s character, the bad boy of her dreams.

When Paisley first found out Myra would be doing her internship on the set of Stranger Things she went insane telling her about all the things she needed to know about the characters in real life and gave her items to get autographed by all of the cast. Myra was nervous to talk to anyone let alone ask them for their signatures.

“I am the new intern, my name is Myra!” She held her clipboard against her chest, trying to calm her unsteady breathing. “It’s great to meet you Ms. Myra. Hopefully you have a great time here and everyone treats you nice! If not you come find me and I will teach em’ a lesson!” he waved as he walked away, mouth filled with his donut. Myra returned the wave goodbye “It was nice meeting you too!”

“David is like the dad around here, always watching out for everyone and taking care of any situation that comes up! How about a tour of the trailers?” He grabbed a nutrition bar shoving it into his pocket before opening two large doors that lead out to a parking lot filled with trailers of all types.

“Since you will be working with the cast members, helping with costumes and just running errands I should probably introduce you to them!”

He led her by a large black trailer covered with windows that said -Classroom B12- on the front door. “This here is the classroom for the younger actors to get a few hours of education in each day and over here is the costume trailer, they kept every outfit for the main characters and even the background characters.” He motioned over to the tall trailer with multiple groups of people going in and out.

“Hair and makeup are located in the back here and I am sure a few cast members are inside so that will be our first stop.” He walked up the small set of stairs attached to the trailer door,knocking before entering inside. Three chairs sat in front of mirrors, wigs and special effects makeup were scattered across the stations.

In the first chair a young boy with curly hair sat having foundation applied, Gaten Matarazzo, the actor who played Dustin Henderson. He was the first to turn and offer his hand out to Myra after Jake, her adviser had introduced her to everyone.

“I’m Gaten, it's nice to meet you! Welcome to the cast!” Myra shook his hand, she glanced down at his shirt that read -Camp Know Where- it had been covered in what seemed like fake sweat, his face and arms showed the same dirty sweaty look to them. “It’s not real,promise!” He chuckled showing off his adorable toothless grin.

A red headed girl receiving the same sweaty treatment turned and waved, “I’m Sadie hopefully we don’t scare you away just yet! I was new here once and everyone was very welcoming we’re just one big family!”

Myra waved back nodding, “Oh no. you guys aren’t scaring me at all everyone here has been so welcoming, and it is greatly appreciated I have been super nervous about all of this!”

The two makeup artists introduced themselves, Mary and Jane. Myra chuckled a little at their names and they joined along “Trust us we’ve heard every joke you can think of!” Jane chimed in, while rubbing dirt across Sadie’s arms and face. “Do you mind closing that door behind you? The paparatize have been swarming around here like crazy!”

Myra turned and swung the door closed like she was asked to do when a sudden scream was heard on the other side “Damn!” She heard a male scream noticing his fingers slammed in the door. “Oh my I am so sorry!” She quickly opened the door, her eyes locked on his hands. “I had no idea you were coming up the stairs I am sorry!” She fumbled on her words as the makeup artist ran over in front of her with an ice pack. “It wouldn’t be the first time someone has fallen victim to these terrible doors.”

“I’m fine, Mary don’t worry!” An australian accent came from the man who now stood on the other side of the makeup artist. Myra stepped back getting a glance at him recognizing the familiar pornstache that laid across his lip, Myra James just slammed Dacre Montgomery’s fingers in the door, making an absolute fool of herself. Her clipboard was instantly raised over her red blushing face.

Dacre,holding the ice pack to his fingers, stepped around Mary taking a seat in the empty chair. “Dacre this is Myra, the new intern!” He looked up from his hand with a breathtaking smile, “Well Myra don’t you have a way with introductions!” She shook her head, her face going even brighter red now, “Again I am so very sorry!” She rambled on more,trying to avoid eye contact with him.

“There’s no need to apologize, you’re welcome to smash my fingers anytime you’d like!” He smirked a little before being turned in his chair by Jane as she greased back his hair and placed a wig cap on him. “You ready mullet man?” She chuckled, grabbing a wig off of the styrofoam head and placing it over Dacre’s head. “Aw there he is everyone, good ole’ Billy Hargrove! Are you ready for the spray tan now?”

Jake handed Myra a large envelope of paper and a friendly smile as he ended his phone call, “well this is where we part way Miss. I will be just a phone call away if you need anything,” He quickly wrote down his number sticking the paper on top of the others, if these guys need anything you’ll be here to help! Good luck and try not to break any more fingers,’ight?” He nodded before his phone began ringing again and he quickly exited the trailer.

“Here, set your stuff here and you can help throw some spray tan on this pale boy!” Jane took the stack of papers from Myra laying them on the empty spot of her desk and handing her a bottle of tanning lotion. “Now don’t actually throw anything at me!” Dacre joked as he removed his shirt moving over to a plastic tarp Mary had laid down. Jane squeezed a small amount onto her hand before placing it on his chest, “He is fully capable of applying this himself but he enjoys making us do all the work!” She rolled her eyes as she applied more to him.

Myra’s entire body froze looking at his fit sculpted body standing in front of her and if it couldn’t have gotten worse he removed his jeans leaving himself in his boxers in front of the group. “I-uh how about I start on your legs? Yeah?” Dacre nodded, holding his legs out for her as she placed the lotion into her hands before running in down his calves. The two girls shared stories back and forth about the season two wig Dacre had to wear and how it was nowhere as nice as this one was, Dacre rolled his eyes at them, “you two are ridiculous it wasn’t that bad! Right Myra?” He glanced down at her pouring more lotion into her hand.

“Oh well I am a big fan of these curls, they’re cute!” She remembered the conversations Paisley and her had had about the wig from season 2 and how fake it looked but this one was a whole lot better and she couldn’t wait to tell Paisley all about it, each night they talked for two hours over Facetime talking all about how her day was going and all the things she had gotten to see and do.

Of course she did sign a waiver saying she wouldn’t share any topic secret things or spoilers with the public but she everything she was able to share. She was sure to tell Paisley all of it.

“Cute? It’s a manly mullet, it's not supposed to be cute!” He flipped the wig hair off of his shoulder trying to hold back a laugh, “So have they told you much about this season? Other than the obvious?” Myra finished with his leg and stood wiping her hands on a towel as Mary finished off his back and other leg.

“Well they told me about the mall and the new characters Robin and Alexi, I was also told that we’d get to see a lifeguard Billy!” She pointed over to an outfit hanging in the corner, a white tank top and red shorts with a whistle attached.

“It’s going to be an exciting season trust me!” He was leaning back in the chair as the wig was glued down to his head and a blonde highlighting dye was brushed through his mustache. Mary dipped a small brush into a pallet placing freckles around the bridge of his nose and cheek bones. She then sprayed his face down and handed him the clothes on the hanger “Go get dressed! They’ll be calling for you soon!” Myra smiled at the cute dimples and freshly tanned look, this was a new look for Billy and she loved it.

Mary finished the last few touches of Dacre’s tan and quickly sprayed a layer of hairspray over his wig helping the small curls stay in place. Static and a broken voice came through the walkie talkie on the counter followed by a man saying “Dacre on set,Dacre needed on set!”

Jane handed Dacre his robe to cover up as he stood from the chair and checked his reflection in the mirror, “Not too bad for your first time,this was your first time right? Applying tanning lotion to a man?” He tied off his robe around his waist and glanced up at Myra with a curious smile.

“Yes you were definitely my first, I have never in my life applied lotion to a man let alone sun tan lotion!” She smiled through the nervous twisting in her stomach,she ran her hand up her arm placing small pinches on it.

She wasn’t dreaming this was all real, Dacre was actually talking to her and not just talking he was what seemed like flirting with her. She couldn’t wait to get back to her trailer and tell Paisley all about this, she was going to die.

“Myra how about you follow with us?,” Jane placed a hand on her shoulder waking her from her trance, “We usually stay with him in case he needs a touch up of tanning lotion, you wanna tag along?” Myra nodded “Yes that sounds great! I’ll help carry this then.” She grabbed a small caddy from the desk including tanning lotion,freckle makeup and hair spray inside.

“Great well let’s get going before they start bugging us.” Jane swung open the trailer door, the bright morning sun rose peering in at them, Dacre took a large pair of glasses from his pocket placing them over his eyes,before moving his robe hood over his hair.

“The paparazzi are desperate for photos so we have to hide as much as we can.” Myra followed behind them, glancing over at the crowd of men and woman cameras held high trying to get any photo they could for their employers.

“Does it become exhausting? The paparazzi and sneaking around?” Myra held the caddy in her right hand standing to the side of Dacre helping to shield him from the groups. “At times yes, but it’s a small price to pay for something I love doing and I am blessed to be here.” Down to earth and good looking this guy was too good to be true, like something two teenage girls made in a science lab.

“How about you huh? Finding out you were going to be working on a popular tv show was it exciting? Overwhelming?” They were led into a small community pool that had a large group of people in 80s themed swimwear waiting around. All heads turned when Dacre walked up like a scene from a movie, cue the seductive music.

“Both,” She chuckled, “It was overwhelming and exciting. I had no idea it was going to be a show this popular when they offered me the internship, but after I found out and word quickly spread people I had never met before were trying to be friends with me and ask information about the show, let’s just say you and Steve are some popular guys.”

He laughed thinking about all the friends requests and followers he received after season 2 aired. “I’m happy you’re here! It’s going to be a fun time-” His sentence was cut short by the director directing him to head into the locker room for the first scene.

Myra stepped back with Jane to stand behind the crowd of people, “ This is going to be so exciting, the first scene is always so fun, we just get to sit back and relax,keeping an eye on Dacre and that insane wig.” Jane sat down in a directors chair that had -H&M team- labeled on the back, Myra took a seat next to her, setting the caddy on her lap.

Four women came from the trailer area decked out head to toe in their 80s gear, she recognized the blonde in a teal and pink split bathing suit, Cara Buono, the actress who played Karen Wheeler, Mike and Nancy Wheeler’s mother.

Myra thought back to the night Paisley and her had watched the scene where Billy’s character met her for the first time, it left them all hot and bothered. Now her mind ran curious, was Billy going to have a scene with Karen? Myra crossed her legs leaning back in the tall black chair as the large crowd of people got into the pool water and filed themselves in at different scenes around the pool.

There was a group of teens chatting, some stood around the snack stand and a small built black haired girl sat perched upon the lifeguard chair, this must be Heather Holloway, Myra had heard Jake mentioning her before in the lineup of new characters joining the show.

“Quit on set!!” The director yelled over the crowd of roaring people, everyone turned in attention waiting for further directions. “We’re going to start off with the Billy entrance scene and work our way from there!” The camera was then placed to face the diving board where a young boy stood waiting for his cue, he wore a green tank top and small swim trunks, he reminded her of her brother, he always wore a shirt when swimming and was a chunkier boy when they were younger.

“Action!” The director yelled as the boy ran forward splashing into the water. Crowds of people began conversing while others splashed around in the pool, the speakers from the pool played ‘Rock this Town’ by The Stray Cats, the camera was then panned across the crowd, a group of kids playing marco polo and multiple beach balls bounced around between people. The camera stopped on the four women from earlier, including Karen.

They were reading and checking their complexions in their hand mirrors, the music then slowed down to a mute as the large haired,cheetah print lady tilted her glasses down in the direction of the lifeguard chair. “Ladies, she’s coming down.” She kept her stare towards Heather as the other women looked in that same direction.

Heather made the last few steps off the ladder and made her way towards the locker rooms, the ladies quickly gathered themselves, adjusting their bathing suits and pushing up their large hair. The black haired one, with a large purple pearl necklace, on the far right arched her leg up and faced the men’s locker room, the same room Dacre had just entered earlier, “It’s showtime!” Cheetah print spoke in a seductive voice as she closed her compact mirror, ‘Moving in Stereo” by The Cars began playing through the speakers.

“Action Dacre!” Yelled the director from behind the camera,the locker door swung open and there he stood tanned and muscular, his shorts just below his trimmed waist line, he began strutting out, catching everyone’s eye on the way by. An ear-splitting noise came from the whistle he had placed between his plumped lips, he turned his body to the direction of the same young boy from earlier who was now running around.

“Hey lardass, no running on my watch,” He spoke as the whistle fell from his lips, the entire pool stood motionless. “I gotta warn you again and you’re banned for life, you wanna be banned for life lardass?” The young boy quickly shook his head no, “didn’t think so!” He placed the whistle between his lips again letting out another deafening noise.

The crowd left their frozen state and began yelling and playing as they were. Dacre made his way towards the lifeguard chair passing by the group of women who had been patiently waiting for him. “Afternoon ladies.” He spoke with a welcoming nod. “Afternoon Billy!” They spoke in perfect harmony.

“Dig the new suit Mrs. Wheeler.” He stared at the perfectly fit mom, whom he had had an amazing scene with in season 2. Myra couldn’t wait to tell Paisley all about this, hopefully she would be allowed to. Dacre made his way up to the lifeguard chair before the director yells “Cut!” Groups of people went in their different directions, receiving notes from their superiors.

“So what did you think?” A hand was placed on the back of Myra’s chair,she glanced up to see Dacre’s smiling face looking down at her. “Lardass? Really?” She turned in the chair to face him,his gold Saint Christopher necklace dangled in her face. “It’s what they wrote in the script.” He shrugged giving a flirting smile, he was way too good at that maybe it was just his normal smile and Myra was just taking it too far.

A few guys walked up talking with Dacre while Jane pulled Myra away to introduce her to more people, Matt and Ross Duffer, the directors of the show, were absolute sweethearts. The Duffer Brothers were very personal with everybody making sure to get to know everyone. “How about some lunch before the next scene?” Jane turned to Myra,while taking the caddy from her hands. “Lunch sounds great! Let me grab my phone.” Myra made her way back to her chair where her phone laid, she quickly picked it up and followed behind Jane.

A notification popped up on her phone -6 text messages-, Paisley was always keeping Myra up to date on what was going on back at school, it helped her feel included but nothing really changed. Paisley’s arch enemy was still dating Paisley’s crush and Myra’s ex was still asking about her, but Myra still appreciated all the updates.

The lunch room was filled with loads of cast and crew members, it felt like high school again different clicks were all sitting together in their different sections. Myra made her way over to the buffet table where she grabbed a tray and made her way down the line gathering a sandwich and a container of fruit. She turned to face the large group questioning where to sit, when a familiar figure walked up beside her.

“New here?” Joe Keery, the actor who plays Steve Harrington was now standing beside her. “I am! I’m Myra James. I am a new intern!” His hair was just as fabulous in person as it looked on tv. “Well Hiya Myra I am Joe it’s a pleasure to meet you. Found yourself a place to sit yet?” He looked around the crowded room before his eyes stopped at what seemed to be his usual seat,the people already sitting there had even saved a seat for him.

“Come with me James we will get you a place to sit down!” He nudged her arm and walked in the direction of that table, Sadie, Gaten, and three other familiar boys sat around. “Myra this is Sadie, Gaten, Caleb, Noah and Fin.” Myra gave them all a friendly wave. “I actually had the opportunity to meet Sadie and Gaten early today.”

She placed her tray down before taking a seat, Joe followed. “Well what about me huh?” Dacre sat his tray down next to Myra,he had now covered his bare chest with a Hawkins lifeguard tank top. He took a seat next to her,his sweet smelling cologne hitting her hard in the face. She didn’t notice it before maybe he had just recently applied it, either way it was nice.

“What about you?” Myra smirked,placing her fork to her mouth taking a small bite from the fruit cup. “What did you think of meeting me?” He leaned his arm against the table keeping his glare locked with hers. She reached out for his swollen fingers, “Well you were a sweetheart even after I almost broke your fingers so I’d say you were pretty great!” He left his hand in hers and enjoyed her warm touch.

Myra hadn’t even noticed,she had relaxed her hand onto his leg. “So this is the girl who almost removed your fingers and then rubbed you down with tanning oil?” Steve chimed in with a mouth full of food, breaking the tension between them. Myra quickly released his hand and grabbed her water and took a small drink. “It was all an accident I swear!” Dacre and Joe began bickering back and forth when Myra’s phone buzzed on the table.

Paisley: “ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW? You met Billy and put lotion on his legs? -heart eye emoji-

Myra: “Yes and let's just say that man has incredible legs.” -8 heart eye emojis-

Paisley: “You better call me tonight with all the details. Also if you guys hook up def let me know!”

Myra: “Of course and that won’t be happening you perv!”

Myra laughed at the gif Paisley included of Billy leaning against the doorway of Karen Wheeler’s home from season 2. Joe and Dacre stopped and glanced down at her phone, “What’s so funny there?” Joe raised his brow looking closer. Myra realized and locked the phone blocking it from either of their views. “Just something a friend sent,nothing important-” Her sentence was cut short when the loud man’s voice from earlier echoed through the room. “Everyone return to set,everyone return to set!”

“I am still interested in knowing what was so funny.” Dacre took both his and Myra’s trays to the return bin and walked beside her back to the pool area. “Are you going to stay for this next scene or do you have somewhere else you have to be?”

Myra glanced at the small sheet of paper that was stuffed into her back pocket, “Nope I am all yours for the rest of the day, tomorrow they have me somewhere else!” “Oh yeah? All mine?” he smirked through his laugh. “Lucky me!”

“Not at all what I meant,” She rolled her eyes, but in all honesty she wouldn’t mind being all his. “Don’t make me break your other fingers!” Dacre was quickly ripped away to join Cara “Karen” and directors huddling around the pool.

Myra found her way over to the chair she had been sitting in previously and again she was joined by both Jane and Mary. “How was lunch?” Jane turned to face Myra,crossing her legs,”Did you find anything yummy?” Myra nodded, placing her phone into her back pocket. “I did, I found a sandwich and some fruit!” From the corner of her eye she noticed Dacre glancing in her direction, she gave a friendly wave.

“You gotta be careful with that dessert table you’ll gain weight quicker than you can say “Hot fudge sundae”, “Looks like somebody’s striked up Dacre’s interest, he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since you sat down!”

Myra’s cheeks instantly heated up, she had noticed but she didn’t think anyone else had. “Oh uh yeah, he’s sweet, we actually had lunch together and I finally got to meet Joe, Caleb,Noah and Fin.”

“That’s awesome, they’re great kids! Extremely talented too!” Myra became distracted as Dacre removed his tank top walking in their direction. “You mind holding this? They’d kill me if I lost another one of these shirts!” He held the shirt in Myra’s direction and she quickly took it displaying a huge smile.

“Yeah of course, it’s safe right here with me!”

“Places everyone!” The director yelled from the crowd of people standing behind the camera. The pool crowd returned to their spots and Karen got into the water beginning to do laps in the lane closest to the lifeguard chair.

“Quiet on set!” a young man yelled, holding a clapperboard in front of the camera lense. Dacre returned to his seat at the lifeguard chair and placed his glasses back over his eyes. “Action!” He yelled and the scene began with people walking across the pool, kids laughing and playing around. The camera followed Karen doing the backstroke down the lane, before moving to face Billy who seductively removes his glasses giving the camera a lustful stare.

Hot Blooded by Foreigner began playing as they did another close up on Karen moving through the water. The camera was then panned back and forth between Karen and Billy as he placed his whistle against his lips, his tongue gently caressing it, was it weird for her to be jealous of a whistle? Where were the good looking lifeguards when she was spending every summer at the pool with her brother and the two neighbor kids she used to babysit.

Karen climbed the pool ladder, running her hands through her drenched hair, behind the camera Dacre was making his way over to her,before the camera had turned to face him, he smiled towards Myra shooting her a quick smile. She could have easily melted into a puddle at that moment, the chair may have been the only thing keeping her up.

“Looking good out there Mrs.Wheeler!” Billy spoke as he approached Karen holding out a towel for her. “Why thank you!” She reached out taking the towel from his grip.

“Perfect form,” He replied with alternative motives. “Well your form is amazing!” Her eyes streamed up his perfectly tan body, that Myra had helped create just a few hours prior. Billy gave her a devious smile,showing off his perfectly white teeth. “I’m sorry, I have seen you teaching lessons,swimming lessons.”

This would be another moment she could imagine Paisley and her wrapped up on her bed watching the tv swooning over, this would be a scene that would get them all hot and bothered, something they would be talking about for the next couple weeks. But unlike that moment Myra was actually living this moment and it was so much better than watching it through a screen.

“I could teach you if you’d like.” He slowly licked his bottom lip before letting the words leave his mouth,Myra felt as if she was literally about to drool all over herself, everything was just breathtaking, the small slit in his eyebrow, the small patch of hair below his bottom lip,the way his perfectly crafted curls twirled around the shape of his face. Jane had caught her off guard by nudging her elbow into her side, she glanced in her direction and Jane raised her eyebrow at Myra, “Good scene right?” Myra tried to play it cool by giving a small chuckle. ‘Perfect scene’ she had thought to herself.

When her attention was back to Billy and Karen she watched him slowly place a piece of gum into his mouth,Karen’s face went blank before her towel fell from her grip hitting the floor, both her and Billy immediately reached down for it, showing off his the swim trunks that were just the perfect amount of snug on him. “I didn’t think you taught adults.” Karen's blushed face questioned him.

“Well I offer uh more advanced lessons to select clientele.” The entire time he spoke he was chomping away at his gum, Myra had always found this to be annoying but somehow when he did it, it put her into a trance the world around her went silent and her main focus was him.

“Come to think of it there is a good pool out at motel 6 on Cornwallis, it’s very quiet, you know, very private. Shall we say tonight? 8 o’clock?” Billy’s face could not get any closer to Karen, his eyes were locked with hers and their body’s pressed so close.

“I’m sorry I can’t!” Karen shook her head,leaving Billy’s face shocked with disbelief. Myra had the same expression plastered on her face as well, how could anyone tell him no. “Can’t what? Have fun?” Billy was really trying hard, props to whomever had written this script, so far Myra was hooked and she hadn’t seen anyone elses scene or any of the other stories going on.

“Mrs.Wheeler,” He shot a large smile flashing his dimples in the direction of Myra and Jane, maybe he was just told to look in that direction, maybe there was someone behind the two of them that he happened to be glancing at. Didn’t matter though Myra had herself convinced he was smiling right at her.

“I just don’t think I need any lessons..” Karen shot her eyes away from Billy’s deepened glare. Billy puffed out his chest and towered himself over Karen. “Oh you see I think you do. I just don’t think you’ve had the right teacher.” Karen mumbled something before Billy replied “It will be the workout of your life.” She nodded before the director yells “Cut!” stopping the entire scene.

This was something Paisley and Myra had been talking about all last season, they were dying to know if Karen and Billy were going to do it and this might finally answer their questions. Dacre grabbed a towel and wiped his lower stomach before walking in their direction, Myra fictitiously picked up her jaw and whipped her mouth adjusting herself in the seat.

“So?” He gave Myra a sweet smile as he took a seat next to her in Jane’s empty chair. “So what?” She returned the same smile,crossing her legs and turning his way. “So what did you think?” He reached out for his tank top he had handed to Myra previously.

“Hmm well I do have one question, do Billy and Karen finally have sex?” She tried to hold a serious face unsuccessfully. “Being a fan of you two I am hoping it finally happens!” She felt herself getting a little too egger and took a few short breaths to slow herself down. Dacre’s eyes widened,taking in a deep inhale before releasing a large laugh. “That’s all you’ve got to say about that? Do Billy and Karen have sex? Also did you say you were a fan?” He gave a cocky smirk,subtly flexing his arms towards her.

Myra rolled her eyes, his cockiness was such a turn on and that sweet accent of his made it even better. It was definitely a change to hear him go from Billy to Dacre with his voice, a change she could get used to. “Yes I am a fan, why else would I want to be working here! My friend Paisley and I used to watch this show religiously when it first came out. It was the reason we became such good friends.” He nodded becoming more interested in her words.

“Well then I can’t tell you if they have sex I have to keep it a surprise so you will keep coming around!” She shook her head in defeat, “I planned on coming around either way! I mean I am really liking Billy this season so far.” Myra tried her hardest to flirt but her nerves still stood on edge. “It only gets better trust me!” Dacre pulled his tank top over his head,she noticed his fingers were still swollen and bruised over the make up Mary had applied to him.

“Again I am so sorry about those! I am sure it’s not good for your character..” She hesitated not wanting to be the blame. “Nah don’t be sorry it makes him look tough!” He reached out for her leg giving a comforting pat. His expression quickly changed as he glared behind Myra, she turned to notice Jake approaching them.

“Hey there My,” Jake gave an over the top smile, something that he looked accustomed to. Myra had always hated being called My, the girls who bullied her her entire high school years called her My and hearing it again made her sick. “How was your day? Did you enjoy yourself?” Dacre leaned back in the chair, everything about him changed in seconds, his posture was different, he looked angry.

“I did enjoy myself, this was an incredible opportunity, I am still so grateful for all of this!” Jake quickly nodded off her reply and offered to escort her back to her small trailer for the evening. “That would be great,” She noticed how quickly it was getting dark,this day had gone by so fast. “It was great meeting you Dacre! Thank you for the entertainment!” She gave him a heartfelt smile and stood from her chair standing beside Jake.

Myra hadn’t been to her trailer yet, she was told it would be in the lot with the other actors and actresses but when she arrived this morning she went right to work and had no time to unpack or see her home for the next couple months. “Have a goodnight Myra. It was great meeting you as well, I hope to see you around!” The sides of Dacre’s mouth pulled up into a small smile.

Jake wrapped his arm around Myra’s back, “Off to the trailer’s we go! There is around the clock security and if you ever need anything my trailer is actually just two down from yours.” Myra approached a large trailer, something that could sleep an entire family. “This is not at all what I thought it would be like!” She had never slept in a camper before, anytime her family went camping her dad required them to rough it and sleep in tents.

“I hope it works for you! There is food in the fridge and small hotel soap and shower supplies in the bathroom, if you happen to need anything or run out there is a small store down the road they’re open 24/7 and the security can help you get there!” Jake dug around in his pocket before opening the large door, the inside was beautiful. A large leather sectional took up the far left side, opposite from that a large tv and entertainment center stood with a fireplace below that,next a large kitchen area complete with a microwave,stove,sink and even a full size fridge.

Jake led Myra down the dark hard wood floors into the large room at the end and a large king size bed took up the majority of it,he then led Myra to the opposite end where a full size bathroom with a huge shower was included, there was even a vanity above the sink. This trailer put Myra’s apartment to shame, she would never want to leave this place.

Jake walked back to the kitchen area, laying a folder down on the small dining table, “This is your schedule for tomorrow. If you need anything at all again please stop by! I will leave you to it, you have an early day tomorrow!” He leaned in for what seemed like a hug but it caught Myra off guard, “Oh sorry,” She quickly reached her hand out to him to offer him a handshake. “Have a goodnight Jake!” She closed and locked the trailer door behind him.

She turned around and took in the incredible area again, “Wow..” She spoke to herself. She realized she would need to go to her car and get her belongings, she glanced out the window to the parking lot containing everyone’s vehicles, she had her phone flashlight and it wasn’t too far away she was sure she could make it on her own.

Myra slid back on her shoes she had removed at the door. She grabbed the keys Jake had left by the door and turned on her light making her way outside. The Georgia air got very cold very quickly at night time,she held her light in front keeping it pointed at the ground not wanting to bother anyone in their trailers. She reached the parking lot gate and held her light to the keypad,quickly punching in the 4 digit code.

The gate made a loud beep before sliding open enough for her to slip inside. She drove a 2006 black Jeep Wrangler and it looked pitiful in this parking lot filled with high end expensive cars. The entire back seat was stuffed full with Myra’s belongings, she threw on her backpack and grabbed two large containers before kicking her door shut and locking it up.

A black Sedan drove by and two men excited the vehicle making their way over to the keypad, the tall man in front entered a couple unsuccessful numbers and the shorter man behind him tried as well, still being unsuccessful. Myra hadn’t noticed at first but the second man had a camera wrapped around his neck, maybe these guys were with the paparazzi maybe they thought someone famous was over here and they were trying to break in, she sat down her boxes quickly dialing Jake’s number.

A large boom of people talking in the background muted Jake's voice. “Jake? It’s Myra. I think something is going on. I am in the parking lot and two guys are trying to break in..” She spoke softly not wanting the two gentlemen to hear her. They continuously shook at the gate trying to force it open. “Myra? What did you say? Two guys?” Myra sighed speaking a little louder. “There are two guys trying to break into the parking lot! They’re banging on the gate! I am stuck in here!” Jake’s tone quickly changed,”Shit!” He spoke the words harshly leaving his mouth. “I am on my way right now!” Myra hung up the phone, staying put on the ground next to her car, she had the perfect view of the gate keeping an eye on them.

A few minutes went by when George, the security guard that she met when she arrived approached the gate with two other men. The paparazzi quickly scattered in two different directions and George opened the gate,making his way around through the cars, the two others followed closely behind him.

“Myra!” He spoke, shining his large light around on the ground. “Over here!” she quickly popped up,both of her boxes in her hands. “First day here and you’re already causing trouble?” He chuckled, taking the two containers from her. George was a tall african american man who had a comforting vibe to him,but from what Jake had told her he was trained in 6 different types of martial arts and served 26 years in the Army.

“I didn’t mean to cause any trouble, they-they were just trying to break in,they probably assumed I was someone more important!” Myra shoved her keys back into her pocket and grabbed her purse from the ground as well. “You are important, you know a lot of information about the show and those guys are desperate!” Jake stepped from behind George offering to take some things from Myra, she shook her head “I’ve got it don’t worry! I guess I didn’t think of that!”

The other guy behind George stepped forward removing the hood off of his head. It was Dacre he gave Myra a soft comforting smile, “I am glad you are ok! You want me to help you back to your trailer?” George’s walkie talkie on his shoulder began calling a few codes,” I should probably check this out, you two can help her back to the trailers and if you need anything else at all, here is my card!” Myra reached out taking the business card from his fingers. “Thank you again George, I will!”

As the three of them walked across the road back to their trailer Myra finally realized they had both arrived there together. “Did Jake call you?” She glanced over at Dacre,his hoodie covering his head again. “No we were at the cast party together and we happened to be talking when you called. I can give you my number if you want, you know if you ever wanna talk..” He spoke with hesitancy, something Myra hadn’t experienced him due yet, was he actually nervous?

“Cast party?” She moved closer to him, a little curious. Jake had a dumbfounded look come across his face, “Oh uh yeah after the first day of filming they usually throw a party for the cast, I assumed since you had an early morning you wouldn’t want to come.” Dacre made a disappointed sigh, “If I would have known I would have invited you..I’m sorry!” As they approached her trailer Myra pulled out her keys and quickly opened the door.

“No, no it’s alright Jake is right I do have an early morning and I need to unpack and rest.” She took the containers from Jake’s arms and walked them inside. “You guys have a great night, thank you again for the help. I will see you in the morning!” She closed the door behind her before noticing Dacre's small wave goodbye.

Myra began digging through the containers, pulling out her clothes and shoes she would need for tomorrow. She hung up all of her outfits before walking over to the large fridge hoping to find something sweet inside. A plate of brownies sat on the top shelf with a note that said “Welcome to the Crew”. She unwrapped two,grabbed up her shower supplies and carried them inside the bathroom, where she began undressing. She finished off the two small brownies and twirled her hair up into a ponytail.

The shower temperature was very confusing. It was either really hot or really cold so it took Myra a while to adjust it perfectly, she got inside and let the warm water pour down her back. Her door water was never warm Paisley always took boiling hot showers that surprisingly didn’t leave blisters all over her body and unfortunately Myra’s classes weren’t over until after Paisley’s so when it was her time to shower she was left with icicles hanging all over her body.

A loud vibration came from the counter alerting Myra that Paisley had been calling, she quickly got out wrapping a towel around her body, “Hello Pais!” She spoke with excitement,she could not wait to tell her everything! “Myra James! Tell me everything!” She held the corner of her towel tightly in her grip,walking over to her new large neatly made bed. ”Well I was up at 5 am this morning and spent 2 hours getting a tour of the set and signing a bunch of paperwork.”

Paisley sighed into the phone “Myra Josaphine James you know exactly what I am talking about, tell me about Dacre! Was he nice? Did you two hook up?” Myra laughed,grabbing her sweatshirt and pulling it over her head before she ran her brush through her damp hair. “Yes he was very nice, I got to actually sit through a couple scenes he did..with Karen!” Paisley gasped in shock. “With Karen!? That means Baren is happening!” Baren was the couple name Paisley had made up for Karen and Billy and she was determined to believe it would happen.

“Well it might be happening, Billy is a lifeguard this season, him and Karen had an amazing scene today at the pool and things got hot! Billy is going to be teaching her lesson at a private motel pool!” Myra pulled back the cover,laying out on her cool satin sheets. “How are you containing yourself? I would be jumping that boy’s bones, especially after seeing a Billy and Karen scene. I mean you did say he was being nice to you, maybe he’s wanting a big ol’ slice of Myra pie!” Paisley laughed hysterically into the phone,she was a perv but it was one of Myra’s favorite things about her.

“He was just being nice that is it! I am new here and he was just making me feel welcomed!” Myra turned on the small light on the overhead compartment and lowered the main rooms light. “Ok new couple then Myra and Dacre, Macre!” She squealed with excitement. “You need to get your flirting on, maybe something special might happen!” Myra could hear the seduction in her voice. “Yeah.. probably not.”

Myra laughed in return. Talking to Paisley helped with her homesickness, it made everything seem normal again like they were sitting in their dorm together sharing stories, not 5 hours away from each other in completely different states. Myra finished her phone call with Paisley before she hung up and drifted off to sleep.

#dacre montgomery #joe keery #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things edit #Billy Hargrove #billy harrington #eleven #gaten matarazzo #finn wittrock #edits #dacre x reader #dacre kayd montgomery #dacre imagine #smut

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portable-wing-wang · 4 years

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Gender, Sexuality & Me

Right, here goes.

I've never properly talked about my gender or sexuality on here and feel as if I need to clear things up for friends, family and even myself.

Of course I'm very gender positive, I think everyone should explore themselves thoroughly in order to better understand their place in this world. What I experience will be different from other people and I may even disagree with others who share my experience as everyone is different. Just good to clear the air before we continue.

My name is Will(iam) Kirton. I was born at 1:04 AM on the 10th of April 2000. I was born with male attributes and was such designated a "boy". I have little problem with this. A baby knows itself very little and cannot comprehend itself properly and so adults assign labels which, for the most part, do help with development as a child is introduced to social spaces (schools etc.).

When young, gender means little and so I thought little of it. I never felt apart or different from my schoolmates. I did however feel uncomfortable and didn't know why. Constantly feeling as if I wasn't explaining myself properly and getting confused easily. I was bullied for this by many of the other boys and when trying to defend myself, I was made an outcast. This led to me to very female dominated spaces.

I tried my hardest to join the other boys (as I thought I was supposed to) but time and time again, I'd be pushed away. I did, however, make good friends with a few boys a couple of which I'm still friends with today. But my fondest memories come from my friendships with the girls and how they shaped me as a person.

I didn't know it then but through them I began to question myself, sub-conciously at first but very soon after it started to dominate my thinking. By the age of 14 I knew something was off for sure, but I didn't know what, so I started researching to find an answer.

First, I started to look at trans-folk and see how they saw it."Trans," Such an illusive word. To me it seemed so simple to begin with. Someone wanted to be something else because they felt uncomfortable. I felt uncomfortable. "Maybe there's something in this?" I thought, so I kept digging here and there with little motivation until I was about 15 when GCSEs took over and I didn't have time to think about it much until the summer of 2016. The thoughts came back in a big way. Why? I started going to parties.

Now it may seem a little silly but getting drunk and forgetting to hide myself allowed me to express myself in ways I'd never had the chance to before. Mannerisms began to appear that I wasn't controlling intentionally. I started speaking differently, stopped feeling like I had to explain myself and started having fun. This was the next big step of my self-discovery.

I then started playing DnD. Now, laugh if you wish but I had a human bard character names Steve who I categorized as a projection of myself if a little exaggerated. While playing as Steve, those mannerisms I gained started to take over even when sober. This was the last proof I needed to know I was queer but I didn't know what labels to use. I settled with saying I just had "queer tendencies" and left it at that but I still felt uncomfortable when I wasn't playing Steve.

So, I'm definitely queer, that's for sure but what kind?

I'm researching properly now. And not just gender, but sexuality as well. Bi, pan, gay, ace, etc.. I looked up everything and kept finding new labels. To help ease my brain, I focused on sexuality first. I knew I liked girls but I also liked boys however both in different ways. I timidly said I was bi for a couple years and then came out properly soon after my 18th birthday. I felt comfortable. For now . . .

I was still, however, confused. I couldn't work out whether I was a boy or a girl and it kept making everything else seem so confusing. At this point (16 or so) most of my good friends were male, I was decent at sports and I had a big ol' bass voice. BOY, right?

But there was something still bugging me.

I couldn't figure it out. Not until the summer before Uni, something slipped into place. I had completed my A Levels, I was out as bi, my shitty friends had left me, all was good. Wrong. I was more tense than ever. All I could think about was gender. Gender this, gender that. Constantly thinking, even with the distraction of the Edinburgh Fringe. I was also listening to a lot of Steam Powered Giraffe who, of course, have a trans woman playing the "Rabbit" character. I was obsessed. I wanted to find out everything about her and luckily, she posted a whole set of videos cataloguing her transition and thoughts all the way through. Finally, someone was essentially saying to me clearly what "trans" actually meant. Things began to make sense. I knew then that I was probably not cis but i didn't really feel comfortable saying I was "fully" trans, if you get my meaning.

But then I went to Uni. I finally had a chance to express myself freely and boy oh boy, did I do just that. I became so much more feminine than I ever had been in my life. It was so freeing. But I still didn't feel trans.

Then, someone introduced me to the concept of being "non-binary". A new term. I hadn't heard of it before. Is it like being trans? Or something completely different. I dived in head-first and came out the other end with even more answers but so many more questions.

Finally, I took the plunge (I'm sorry for so many swimming metaphors).

One evening in February 2019 after Uni I was in the loo before a musicals rehearsal. I hadn't felt well all day and was wearing something particularly feminine and caught myself in the mirror. I studied myself for a good few minutes. Each detail, each curve, how my body felt and looked in the clothes I was wearing. I stood there staring. Luckily no one walked in on me.

And something just clicked. After so many years of worrying and tensing, I finally understood. I was genderqueer.

Now, I should explain (here I go again), I didn't just decide then and there. I few months prior, my new uni friend "tom" (she goes by a different name now) had introduced me to a youtuber called Contrapoints. Before anyone says anything, I know she's caused a lot of discourse but I don't feel as if this is the right time to make any cases. Anyway, she didn't used to be openly trans and used to go by the label genderqueer. At the time, she made a very comprehensive video explaining what is and what it meant for her.

It intrigued me so, naturally, I did some more research and found that it fit my situation quite adequately but I didn't feel comfortable falling myself "genderqueer" yet either.

For those who don't know, genderqueer is an umbrella term for a wide range of traits which are either predominantly female, male or androgynous. It doesn't necessarily have a perfect definition and can be different for anybody who identify themselves as such.

My own genderqueerness could be described as a complete rejection of the male binary and so I carry more female and androgynous traits. This affects the way I speak, move my body, dress and my perspective on greater society. I also experience gender dysphoria. Now, to some, this would mean I was most likely just trans and using this a stopping-point before going further. This I feel is not the case. Whilst I am made uncomfortable by my flat chest, copious hair and broad shoulders, I do not feel the same about my genitalia or Adam's apple.

There are also more political connotations with the term genderqueer over non-binary. Genderqueer is a lot more aggressive but it gets the point across more clearly but I wouldn't say I wasn't non-binary. In fact, I think they're one and the same in practice but I do use my identity as a statement and so the genderqueer label feels more appropriate.

So yeah, I came out as genderqueer that February evening. First to my partner, then my friends and only now, almost a year later, am I attempting with my family.

I am so much happier for it too. I kept myself hidden for so long and have only now started to just accept myself and give in to the voice in my head telling me to let go. I'm much more relaxed too. Since coming out and using more neutral and even feminine pronouns, my dysphoria has become less of an issue. I still get it and I have bad days of course but for the first time in a long time, things are looking up.

I can't change the world, but I've been able to find myself in it more clearly and that helps a bunch.

TL;DR: I'm genderqueer. I'm bisexual. I've been out for a considerable time now and feeling better because of it.

Anyway, if you did read the whole thing, thank you. I'm not saying this'll be the same forever but this is me now and I'm still breathing so come get me world!

Feel free to reblog this, I hope it helps others realise themselves too.

#me #portable wing wang #queer #genderqueer #nonbinary #bisexual #lgbtqia+#rant #sorry it was long

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bruciewayne · 5 years

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umarry mwe, noyt (marry me, tony)

ao3 (heavily reccomended if ur on mobile)

other works

the married version of -"i wasnt that drunk last night" -"you asked tony if he was single and cried when he said that he wasnt"

ft. steve rogers drunk off magic whiskey and momentarily forgot he was married to his husband

bird brain #1 tin can, we got ur boy DRUNK af on magic whiskey from thor. u aint gonna wanna miss it……...

Tony had been not so subtly checking his phone during the meeting, so when he’d gotten the text from Clint, he immediately jumped out of his chair and headed straight for the door in the middle of whatever the guy (he was pretty sure that he was an important guy or something), yelling something about a family emergency over his shoulder. He had faith that Pepper could handle whatever the Secretary of State (that’s who he was) was on about.

He, in the meantime, had a husband who was drunk for the first time in over seventy years. And not just drunk, completely and utterly fucking plastered, according to Clint, but he didn’t tell him anything more, the rest of his texts vague, blurry one second videos of someone yelling, well, slurring really, his name.

“Steven! I have a gift for you,” Thor wasted no time at all with greetings or any other menial things of that caliber when he strode into the kitchen, holding up a metal flask with intricate etchings swirling up the sides and small tendrils of blue steam leaking out from the seam between the lid and the body of the flask.

He pressed it into Steve’s hands after pulling him in for a rough bear hug. Steve looked confused to say the least, and a little worried, “Did I forget a special day or-”

“No no, don’t worry, I remembered that you mentioned you missed getting drunk and brought this back for you. It gets you as drunk as you want to be,” Thor explained as Steve widened in wonder in excitement. He pulled him down for a quick hug, squeezing tightly.

“I’m gonna get fucking bent,” he declared, unscrewing the top and downing the entire thing, ears deaf to Thor’s warnings to take it easy, memories of him and Bucky sneaking a half empty bottle of rum up on to the roof of their apartment at 15, the sweet, smooth liquor sliding down his throat.

It tasted familiar and homely, a strange mix of cold nights in his apartment in the ‘30s and the warmth and the camaraderie of the fire from the campsites during the war and exhausted nights and slow mornings with Tony, all condensed into a sweet, sweet flavour that he’d definitely never had before, but it made him want to find Tony and hug him and hold him.

He loved him so, so, so, so much. He was great. No. Greater. Than everything, all the things. Even Lucky Charms. The best.

He should marry him someday. It’s legal now.

Somehow, sometime, Thor had moved him into the living room and onto the couch. The rest of the team, sans Tony, so really just a bunch of people with powers, were surrounding him. “How do you feel Steve?” Bruce asked, slightly concerned. It wasn't that he didn't trust his boyfriend’s planet’s culture’s magic whiskey, he just-- no. He lied. He didn't trust magic whiskey of any kind. Not after that night with Strange.

Steve squinted up at him for a good five seconds and then pitched into a monologue.

“‘m g’d Dr. Mr. Squish’Sci’n. S’what T’ny calls th’ bi-ol-o-gee. He’s’a funny guy. An’ an’ an’ he’s great. D’y think he’s great, Dr. Mr. Bi?” Steve barely paused a second before rambling on, “C’se I do. ‘n tha’s the truuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuth,” he lolled his head back on the couch when he dragged out the ‘u’, staying quiet for barely a second again before giggling to himself, shoulders shaking and tears gathering into the corners of his eyes.

“Guys!” He said, straightening up again with the urgency as if he had the cure for cancer. “Toe-knee,” he delivered, eyes wide and began giggling again. And then stopped when everyone else was silent, staring back at him. “Guys,” he whined, slumping, “Toe-knee,” he said again, with more emphasis, rolling his eyes when no-one got it.

He blinked up at them for a few more seconds and then flopped over on his side so he was lying in the fetal position on the couch, hugging a pillow, half his face buried in it. “You ok buddy?” Clint asked, slipping his phone into his pocket. Steve made a whiny, sort of distressed noise into the pillow.

“No,” he said, almost-- definitely petulantly, “I miss Tony,” he mumbled morosely, eyes big and sad and lined with tears, “I love him so, so, so, so, so much, an’ his super super smart an’ funny an’ really f’ckin’ hot an’ his ass is the best an’ I love him an’ I miss him an-”

“What horrible things has your magic whiskey done to our capsicle?” Tony (Tony!!!!) said, walking into the living room to see everyone surrounding the couch.

“TONY!!” An adorably messy head of hair shooting up into view, yelling his name in a ridiculously happy way that made a warmth spread across his chest (he was fairly sure that it wasn’t the arc reactor) because yes they’d been married a year (a whole fucking year) and a couple weeks and they’d been dating for four years on top of that, but he would bet Dum-e that they’d both be old and grayer and the most stereotypical old married couple ever and the warmth in his chest and teenager-giddiness he felt whenever Steve seemed excited or happy just to see him, would never fade.

Tony walked over to the back of the couch, running a hand through his hair, kissing his forehead when he made a very content noise in the back of his throat, which was definitely a purr - Steve Rogers was a cat disguised as a Super-Soldier, he’d been saying it for years.

“You almost gave me a heart attack there, buddy,” he teased, hand still in Steve’s hair, playing with it with the tips of his fingers. His words had an immediate effect on Steve, ‘Guilty-Mother-Hen’ mode fully engaged, “‘m s’ry T’ny, I n’vr’ wan’ hurt’y’. I l’ve y’t’much. D’y need’a bandaid?” Jesus, whatever Thor had given him was good.

“I’m fine, honey,” he reassured him. Steve squinted up at him for a few seconds and then seemingly decided that he wasn’t actively dying or in need of dire assistance, because he nodded, affirmatively, and then launched into a speil of how much he loved Tony, for the second time, he deduced from everyone’s eyerolls.

Tony knew all of it already, Steve had told him (sober) at their wedding, when he proposed, whispered during thousands of mornings and nights spent together, too many times in hospitals straight out of the ICU, but hearing it, from such a carefree, innocent manner, in a way he hadn’t seen on Steve in, well, ever was something new entirely that made his heart do funny things for many different reasons he didn't have any time to unpack right now.

Because Steve was pawing clumsily at his chest, fumbling with his shirt buttons, batting his tie out of the way. “-an’, an’ he’s’m’ li’-ni. Ni’li’t.” he frowned, adorably, sticking his tongue out and carefully saying ‘night light’, hands still pawing at Tony's chest.

“He keep’s’all th’ ni’mares faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar’away. C’se I don’ like th’ dark an’ he’s’m’ night-light,” he continued conversationally, looking up from Tony’s chest to his eyes, “he’s s’s’s’s’s’s’s’s’ good t’me, an’ he’s’a good guy, an’ I l’ve him.”

Tony swallowed past a lump in his throat, which was ridiculous because Steve was drunk off his ass and had no clue what he was saying or doing, a drunk man’s actions, sober man’s thoughts, floating to the front of his mind, and kissed Steve’s forehead again. “You’re good to me too, sweetheart,” he murmured against the crown of his head. Steve was positively beaming when he pulled away. He could power the fucking sun with that smile.

He gasped excitedly, back straightening up and pawing at Tony’s hands until he held them, “T’ny, T’ny, T’ny. Can’y’ marry me? I think we’d be good t’g’ther an’ I pr’mise t’be the bestest husband for you!”

Tony chuckled, along with the rest of the team, who were all recording them. “Steve,” he said gently, considering his next words, he couldn’t pass this up and his husband had forgotten that they were married, after all.

“Honey, I’m already married,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips as he held up his left hand, showing him a simple gold ring.

“Oh.”

Steve dropped like a puppet with it’s strings cut, hand sliding out Tony’s, drooping over the back of the couch, like a dejected golden retriever, eyes welling up with tears.

He looked heartbroken.

Tony was practically a criminal now. But before he could reassure him (and/or turn himself in to the NYPD), Steve looked up at him, tears slipping down his face, “‘m s’ry T’ny. I hope- I hope that whoev- whoe’ver y’ married to is th’ best. C’se y’ deserve the best, T’ny, c’se, c’se y’ greater.”

“Steve, honey,” Tony said, thickly, dropping to his knees and reaching up to brush away his tears, “I have the best, baby, I’m married to you,” he picked up Steve’s left hand and pressed a kiss to his ring, and then gently tugging it off, showing him the inscription on the inside, I’m not half as good at anything as I am when I’m doing it next to you. He slipped it back on his finger when Steve had finished reading it and was staring at Tony in nothing short of wonderment, and wound his fingers through his.

Tony leaned forwards and kissed Steve on the lips, slow and gentle, trying to pour every bit of emotion he felt towards him into the kiss, with every swipe of his tongue he tried to convey how much he meant to him. Steve tasted of honey and apple and home.

When they finally pulled away, the sheer joy, happiness and pure love on his face was unrivalled by anything Tony had ever seen. Forget powering the sun, he was bright enough for the entire fucking universe.

“Do I make you happy?” he whispered, reverently, gazing up at Tony, hand winding clumsily, but gentle, through his hair Tony kissed the corner of his mouth “Steven Grant Rogers, you make me happier than I’ve ever been.”

“How are you not hungover?” Tony grumbled, incredulously, walking into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist from behind, hindering his breakfast-cooking, and he pressed an absent minded kiss to his back, letting his forehead fall forwards to rest in between his shoulder blades and slipping his eyes shut.

Steve flipped the last pancake, then shut off the hob and turned around to hug Tony properly, kissing his forehead as a good morning greeting. They stood hugging for a couple minutes as the rest of the team trickled in, including Sam and Bucky who were ‘out of town’ yesterday. They broke apart when Clint started throwing Cheerios at them, for being too sickly sweet and domestic too early in the day. Tony flipped him off and tugged a stack of pancakes towards him, drowning in them in syrup.

He mused silently, flicking through something on a StarkPad while digging through his pancakes. He turned to face Steve, “Wait, wait, Steve, how are you not hungover?” Steve gave him an odd look, “Tony, honey, I don’t think I was that drunk.”

Around them the rest of the Avengers hid various degrees of laughter behind food and cups of coffee, “What?” Steve asked, looking around, confused. Yeah, he couldn’t remember what had happened past pounding Thor’s magic whiskey, but that didn’t mean he was that drunk, right?

“Steve…” Natasha started, lowering her fork, “you asked Tony to marry you.”

“So what, we’re married,” Steve said, smiling at Tony. He didn’t think he’d ever get over the fact that he was married to the incredible man sitting next to him.

“Tony said that he was already married and you cried,” Natasha finished, taking a sip of her coffee.

The back of Steve’s neck heated up in embarrassment and he turned to Tony, betrayed. Tony, in return, shrugged and said, “You did forget that we were married.” When Steve just back stared at him, he kissed his cheek in apology, “You were a very sweet drunk.”

Later, when they were lying in bed, Steve flicking through a book and Tony running through a couple schematics on a StarkPad, when Steve suddenly turned to Tony, shutting his book and putting it on his nightstand, “You have a video of me when I was drunk right?”

Tony looked up at him, “Yeah, JARVIS had it saved to my Steve folder.”

“Can I watch it?”

…

“You know,” Steve began, when the video shut of, curling an arm around Tony’s shoulders and kissing his cheek, “all’a that’s true, you’re my best guy.” Tony blushed, a dark flush spreading over his cheeks, “You fucking meatball,” he mumbled, hiding his face in Steve’s shirt. They’d been together for half a decade he shouldn’t still be blushing over lines from the fucking forties.

“Yeah,” Steve conceded, pulling Tony closer, “but you married me.”

“Yeah,” Tony said, softer than than he intended, “I did,” he pulled back a little to kiss Steve, unhurried and gentle, warm, soft lips sliding against each other, the slightest hint of tongue slipping in.

“I love you, even if you did forget that we were married,” Tony said, against Steve’s lips when they pulled away, breathing a little hard. “Won’t happen again,” Steve murmured, far too distracted by Tony’s reddening lips, kissing him in between words, “promise.”

The next time Steve got drunk, a few months later, on his birthday, Tony wrote ‘PROPERTY OF STARK INDUSTRIES’ on his forehead, to make sure he stayed true to his promise.

Steve was grinning uncontrollably for the entire night after he saw his reflection.

#steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #stony fic rec #fan fic #fluff #stevetony fluff #stony fluff #marvel fanfic

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Good Ol’ 2012 Days

a cute 2012-style stony rp with the rest of the avengers and @dxntouchmystuff

It was a cold autumn morning in New York City, the sky looming with pale grey clouds and the leaves in Central Park donning their annual masquerade of reds and yellows. Even now, months after the alien attack led by Loki, construction still took up a majority of the Big Apple, the smell of hot tar and concrete mixing in the air along with the cool, refreshing bite of seeded grass and dying leaves. The traffic was backed up to every red light, cars moving slowly, like slugs through molasses as bikers, delivery people, and morning joggers raced past their rearview mirrors. Thanksgiving was just around the corner, and New York was on the track to recovery, its citizens as busy and impatient as ever in the morning smog.

Steve Rogers finished traversing his twentieth city block, an old song crooning faintly in his earbuds as he slowed to a walk. He felt his lungs — slightly tired a moment ago — regulate back to a normal pace, and the faint burn in his calves vanish almost immediately as he took out his earbuds. Being a super soldier, a brisk morning jog was less of a healthy habit and more of just a habit.

“Ooooh, look!!” a youthful voice cried. “The—“

Steve instinctively braced himself, forgetting for a moment that we was wearing a baseball cap over his eyes.

“—Tower!”

A small family on vacation raced past him, the son of a young couple pointing up at the skyline. Steve glanced around, peering up at the tall Stark Tower and its dark needle stabbing up towards the sky’s cloudy underbelly. It had been one of the first buildings to have been repaired, for both morale and practical reasons…

Well, practical for Tony, at least.

The little boy ran back to his father, yanking on the man’s sweatshirt. “Can we go, please?!” he pleaded. “I want to take a picture!”

“We can go next week with the whole family, Andy. Remember, we still have to find your aunt’s house!”

The boy sulked. “Awww… okay…”

Steve smiled faintly and tugged his cap a little lower over his face, watching the little family as they clustered together and asked their Siri device to guide them to their destination. It reminded him of when he was younger, on those cold fall nights in Brooklyn, his belly warmed by turkey and the few sips of wine he had managed to sneak when no one was looking…

But he didn’t have many people to spend the holidays with nowadays.

Steve sighed, peering up at the Stark Tower.

About half an hour later, he found himself listening to classical jazz, riding up the private elevator to the floors reserved for the Avengers. He hadn’t been back in almost a month, and he had no idea if anyone would actually be there… but he had nowhere else to be. At least, nowhere else that he wanted to be.

Ding.

Steve Rogers, in his old jacket, cap, and jogging shorts, stepped out onto the top floor of the tower.

#good ol 2012 days rp #dxntouchmystuff

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Watch me burn

Nat on Fire 6.0, with a holiday theme.

TWs for the usual (drugs, alcohol, emeto, self-harm, depressing things, canon-typical violence, reference to EDs, kind of references to sex... that’s it, I think).

@xxx-cat-xxx this is for you, always. Merry Christmas, if you celebrate. Happy (fucking) Monday if you don’t.

I can't tell you what it really is

I can only tell you what it feels like

And right now there's a steel knife, in my windpipe

I can't breathe, but I still fight, while I can fight

As long as the wrong feels right, it's like I'm in flight

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“What?” Nat barks as she opens the door. Her eyes choose that moment to start watering again. The gust of cold air from outside isn’t helping things. She catches the tears with a swipe of her sleeve, but not before she catches a glimpse of Steve’s smiling face. Nat changes her focus to the thread unraveling from her cuff. She’s not going to watch his expression falter.

“Merry Christmas,” he says, opening his arms like he wants to hug her.

Nat grips the door frame and clenches her teeth. She tries looking daggers at him without actually making eye contact.

Steve drops his hands to his sides a second before it gets awkward.

“Says who?” Nat coughs. She may as well keep her throat moving before it gums up permanently. Every time Steve turns up, Nat seems to be stuck with him for a few hours at least.

“Come on,” Steve wheedles. “You can’t spend Christmas alone.”

“Who says I celebrate Christmas?”

Steve looks taken aback. “Well, it’s not a Christian holiday necessarily. It’s an American holiday now.”

“Yeah, good ol’ materialism.” Nat laughs, and it squeezes more tears from the corners of her eyes. “I’m not American, Steve. Remember? I grew up Soviet. No religion. Definitely none of this…” She waves her hand vaguely at him before taking another swipe at her cheeks. “Friendliness.”

“I mean, it’s a federal holiday.” Steve goes pink. “No mail. No work.”

“Nah, that part you’re just lucky,” Nat says. “They’ll still call you in if someone tries to take over the world. Or me, actually,” she amends. “Since it’s a sacred day to you, and all.”

“Nat, come on.” Steve tips his head to the side. It could be a casual movement, but Nat’s leery. She’s not keen on the idea of him getting a good look into the apartment behind her. “I just wanted to come say hello. And make sure you’re ok.”

“Well, hello,” Nat replies, her voice dripping in sarcasm. “I’m fine. We done?”

“What, you don’t want to invite me in?” Steve’s toeing a dangerous line. His posture shifts minutely again, and Nat knows he knows what she’s been up to. Or the idea of it, at least.

“Oh, so you want to come in?” Nat puts on a hard face and tries not to think about the vodka and xanax on the kitchen counter. “If you’re so into hospitality, why didn’t you ask me over to your place?”

“Because you wouldn’t’ve come.”

Nat meant her words to be a dig, not an actual question. But it’s turning into one of the rare occasions where Steve drops his polite pretenses and throws down a hard truth. Nat would be fascinated if she wasn’t on the receiving end. It’s still such a righteous thing to say, and that’s what hits her nerve.

“You’re right. Goodbye.” Nat makes to shut the door. “Merry fucking Christmas.”

“Hey, wait.” Steve takes a step forward, but Nat gives the door a shove, throwing her shoulder into it for good measure.

“Fuck you,” she mumbles. She turns the dead bolt and fastens the chain, even though Steve’s still knocking on the other side.

“Nat, come on. Open up,” He calls. Nat can see his shadow moving back and forth across the narrow line of sunlight that comes in through the gap where there ought to be weather stripping.

“Nope.” Nat says it for her own benefit, though Steve’s hearing is good enough that he probably gets an earful. And his ego is big enough that he likely thinks it’s meant for him.

“I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m just worried about you.”

“Sucks to be you, don’t it?” Nat grumbles in a butchered Brooklyn accent. She turns her back on the door and reaches for the substances she’d left in the kitchen. If she was sober, she might have enough gratitude left at the bottom of her soul to thank Steve for the distraction. Anger is easier to manage than sadness. But she’s already had a couple pills and a couple shots, and it’s just enough to breathe fog onto the surface of her thoughts. Nowhere near the numbing effect she needs.

Nat shakes tablet out of the orange bottle. It doesn’t even have a label, since since this particular order isn’t received over a pristine counter in exchange for a doctor’s prescription. She throws it back and unscrews the top on the vodka bottle to wash it down, but the sound of the deadbolt snapping jars her before she can swallow.

Nat doesn’t startle easily. But sometimes instinct and the workings of the human body can’t be overrun. She breathes in even though her mouth is full, and Nat feels the sharp edge of the pill ricochet down her windpipe with a rush of burning alcohol.

She would curse if she had the breath, but all she can do is narrow her streaming eyes at Steve. He drops the doorknob onto the dusty carpet, then rushes to Nat’s side.

“Don’t,” she hacks, doubling over to spit up clear liquid and ropes of mucous.

“Alright.” Steve holds his hand an inch or so over Nat’s shoulder. The hairs on the back of her neck prickle to attention, just waiting for him to touch her so she can flinch and give him a good shove. But he doesn’t. He stands still. Once Nat’s diaphragm ceases its spasms, she can feel the body heat coming off him.

“Fuck.” Nat wipes her mouth on her sleeve. It hasn’t yet dried from being used as a mop for her tears. She has a wet stain down her chest, too, and it smells of bile as much as it does of vodka. She yanks the limp dish towel from the hook beside the sink with shaking hands. Nat buries her face in it for a moment, then drops it onto the spitty puddle on the floor.

“You ok?” Steve asks, finally pulling his hand back.

Nat chooses not to answer. She clears her throat and feels around in her mouth with her tongue, but the pill is lost. Probably dissolving into the gritty floor tiles. If Steve wasn’t here, she’d kneel down and look for it. But all she can do now is stare at the shiny label on the bottle of vodka.

“You’re breaking and entering,” Nat rasps, still not looking at him.

“What?” It’s one of Steve’s best parlor tricks, being selfless on command. In a hundred years, no one’s written a newspaper article calling him anything other than a true American hero. But no one’s realized that he holds the rest of the world to his own impossible standards. He’s really kind of a jerk.

“I could call the cops.” Nat imagines him being forced into a police car in cuffs.

“I--no,” Steve stammers. “I had good faith.”

“You were going to put your hands on me, in my home, after I asked you to leave,” Nat says. She’s going for volume, but her throat still stings. Maybe it sounds more threatening as a hiss.

“I was afraid you were hurting yourself.” Steve looks from Nat to the alcohol to the pill bottle to the floor and back again. “And I was right.”

“Breaking and entering, refusing to leave, touching without permission. Where the perpetrator is known to the victim?” Nat shrugs. “Sounds like a domestic violence case. Open and shut.”

“Hey, I didn’t touch you.” Steve lifts both hands to shoulder height. Nat doesn’t have a gun on her, but his rendition of hands-up-don’t-shoot makes her want to pull one out of the crack between the couch cushions. She mentally calculates the distance, wondering if the one in her underwear drawer is closer. It’s probably not. The studio apartment is already over-fortified, but she ought to place a weapon in the kitchen, too.

“You sure about that?” Nat leers at him.

“I’m...credible.” Steve falters.

“What, and I’m not?” Nat laughs, which makes her cough again. She thumps herself on the chest with her fist. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those.”

“I’m not.”

“I don’t know. Conservative. Christian. Defensive.”

Steve looks a second away from abject panic. He opens his mouth, his Adam’s apple bobbing silently.

“Geez, I’m kidding.” Nat throws her shoulders back and wipes the floor with her foot. She straightens the few objects on the counter, using her actions to tell Steve it’s about time for him to get lost. “Mostly.”

“I thought that didn’t really happen. That people just use it as a talking point.” Steve folds his arms over his stomach like he’s hugging himself. Protecting himself.

“Huh?” Nat doesn’t follow. But she isn’t trying too hard.

“False accusations. Women making stuff up,” Steve clarifies.

“They don’t,” Nat says firmly, now very sorry she brought it up. “I was fucking with you, and I thought you could take it.” She can’t keep from loosing another jab, even though she already has the upper hand. She just wants to make sure it stays that way. “Apparently I was wrong.”

Steve clamps his lips between his teeth. “Nat, I’m worried about you.”

“Not this again.” Nat’s out of things to straighten. She’d pick up the towel, but she doesn’t want to grovel at his feet. Then he might start thinking she’s begging for forgiveness. “I’m fine. You need to go.”

Steve backs up respectfully, but then he pauses and asks, “What are you going to do when I leave?”

“I don’t know.” Nat looks away from the bottles lined up on the counter. It’s a stupid move, and in hindsight, a very obvious tell. “Fix the door. Maybe.”

“I’m really sorry about that.” Steve picks up the broken knob and holds it experimentally against the hole in the door. “I’ll fix it.”

“I’ll take a payout.” Nat slowly walks toward him, grips his shoulder with purpose, and forces him to step down onto the cracked concrete patio. “For the property damage.” She’s kidding again, but she’s not going to let him in on it.

Steve looks at her with a mixture of shock and confusion. “Ok, ok, I’ll go, I promise.” He turns his head side to side, probably checking to see if any of Nat’s neighbors are about. “I just...I’m sorry. I’m sorry I thought maybe you’d like some company.” He takes another step back and lifts his hands again. “I’m sorry I care.”

He says it with such deadpan that Nat can’t tell if he’s serious. She hopes he isn’t, for the sake of his intelligence. But it would make things a lot simpler if he was. She should mutter a half-assed apology and shut him out, salvaging what she can of the door and setting a chair against it until she’s in the mood to wield a screwdriver. But Nat’s always been one to push buttons, to keep picking at wounds. Other people’s and her own.

“I’m gonna drink,” she says to Steve’s retreating back.

He looks over his shoulder.

“You want some?” Nat asks, though she can’t fathom why. “Vodka?”

Steve’s back on the doorstep in an instant. “I can’t get drunk,” he says.

“Neither can I.” Nat grins maniacally.

“But you said--”

“I said drink, Rogers. Not get drunk. There’s a difference.” Nat heads toward the kitchen. She expects Steve to follow, but he remains just outside the door.

“Is it serum? Or enhancements?” he asks.

“Nope. Just tolerance.” Nat opens a cupboard to look for glasses. She sips straight from the bottle when she’s alone. “When you make as many bad decisions as I have, sometimes your body begs for a break. Makes the fun stuff less fun in hopes it’ll slow you down.”

Why is she telling him this? What does she want from him? A minute ago, Nat wanted Steve to leave her alone. Now she’s completely unsure.

Steve sighs. It’s a sad sound, and not what Nat’s expecting. “You’re right,” he says. “You’re completely right.”

“Ok…” Of course Nat thinks she is. She said it, after all.

“I mean, about...everything.” Steve shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I should’ve… Do you want to come out? Like, go somewhere? I’ll buy you a drink.”

Nat busts out laughing. She’s getting drunker by the second even though she hasn’t swallowed a drop of vodka in...she doesn’t know how long. Half an hour? An hour? That would explain why the buzz is petering out to a plateau well below her desired high. She’s not angry anymore. She’s almost sad again. Better to keep laughing. She doesn’t want to cry.

“You’re crazy,” Nat says breathlessly. She pulls on logic to back herself up. “And everywhere’s closed for Christmas.”

“Starbucks is open.” Steve starts off serious, but he seems to realize how frivolous he sounds, and a grin splits his face. “You want some coffee? Caffeine’s probably not as good as what you’ve got in there, but it’s still a...you know.”

A drug. He doesn’t say it. Maybe out of respect for Nat. Or more likely, to save himself from slinging accusations. Or discussing unsavory activities.

“Hm.” Nat blinks slowly, squinting through the fog on the windshield of her thoughts and trying to suss out possible outcomes. She could shut him out again. Probably cry. Drink herself sick before she drinks herself happy. Or she could take the mystery. At least if she goes with him, Nat won’t have to while away the next few hours feeling guilty for blowing him off. She tries not to let her sense of morality flare up, but she’s solidly on the losing end today. Maybe it’s because of the holidays. All the better reason to hate this time of year.

“Sure. Fine.” Nat steps into a pair of clogs and closes the door behind her. She can’t lock it, but it hardly matters. She doesn’t have many worldly belongings. “But it’s not a date,” she adds defensively.

“As long as it’s not kidnapping.” Steve steals a glance at her as he leads the way to his car.

“Fair enough,” Nat agrees. “I’m going willingly.” She looks sideways back at him. “Barely.”

He holds the door for her like a gentleman, then waits an inordinate amount of time for the light to change before he turns out of the parking lot. He doesn’t seem to understand that it’s legal to turn right on red. Nat thinks about telling him, but decides it’s not worth it. Sobriety gives her more control over her tongue. Maybe too much control.

Nat expects Steve to park and take her inside, maybe hold a couple more doors for her before he buys her coffee, but he swings the car toward the drive-thru instead.

“Hm. I wouldn’t’ve guessed,” Nat says, watching Steve watch digital snow pile up at the bottom of the electronic menu screen.

“Well, the convenience is nice,” Steve replies. “So is the...not having everybody watching.”

“Hm,” Nat hums. It’s almost a sound of agreement, but not quite.

“A juniper latte?” Steve reads from the seasonal menu. “What is that?”

“Ugh, skip it,” Nat says, wrinkling her nose. “It tastes like dish soap. But I thought you’d be a black coffee kind of guy. Not a try-everything-on-the-menu type.”

“I am, when people are watching,” Steve says, still looking out the window. He turns to Nat. “I had you pegged for black coffee, too.”

“Yeah,” Nat replies. “When people are watching.” Which means, when there’s no privacy to forcibly vomit up the calories and the regret.

“So…” Steve cocks his head a little again, looking at Nat, looking through her. Looking into her. “Vanilla latte?”

“Nonfat. No whip. Sugar free.” Nat smiles.

Steve places the order, and they pick up the steaming red cups at the next window. Nat wraps both hands around hers, and Steve holds his between his knees as he parks the car at the far end of the lot.

“That’s a little creepy, you know,” Nat says. “Taking me out, then refusing to get out of the car.”

“I just...want to talk.” Steve cuts the engine and takes up his coffee. His tone is almost disappointed, like he’s reminding her that they’re past it, the veiled references to assaults and all numbers of bad things. Things they try to keep from happening to other people, because god knows they’ve both experienced enough themselves. Nat knows she shouldn’t push him around. But Steve should know not to expect anything else from her.

“So talk.” The front of Nat’s shirt is dry now, and slightly crusty, sticking to her skin. She scratches at it with one finger while she waits for him to get on with it.

“How do you know what dish soap tastes like?”

It’s not what Nat’s expecting. “You want the real answer, or the one that’ll probably make sense to you?” she asks in return.

“Whichever you want to give.” Steve takes the lid off his cup and sips directly from it, then wipes a moustache of foam from his upper lip.

“How do you not know what it tastes like?” Rude, probably, but it’s what Nat’s in the mood to give.

“Well.” Steve scrubs his hand down the side of his face. “I didn’t have chores as a kid, ‘cause I was too sick. Buck wouldn’t let me to them when I was an adult, ‘cause I was still too sick. And we didn’t wash dishes during the war. We didn’t really wash anything.”

It could be too much information if Nat squints, but now she’s actually interested in the answer to the original question. “But you do dishes now, right?”

“Well, yeah,” Steve says. “But I do dishes. I don’t drink the soap or anything.” He looks at her, puzzled. Like maybe he wants to laugh, but knows there’s something dark below the surface, something he knows he needs to coax out gently, lest he scare it away.

“It’s...like a mind trick,” Nat sighs. “Like Pavlov, you know?” She doesn’t wait for Steve’s nod of vague recognition. “If you put something, it doesn’t have to be soap, but something like that on your food, it tastes bad. You’ll stop liking whatever it is. So you won’t want it anymore.”

“Oh.” Nat can practically see the arithmetic solving iself in Steve’s brain. He’s simple, sure. But he’s not stupid. “I haven’t heard that one.”

“I went to ballet school,” Nat says. “I know all the tricks. We count on the fact that people don’t know them. That’s why they work.”

“Huh.” Steve takes a long sip of his drink. Nat wonders if he’ll finish the whole thing in one draught. “Why do you…” he falters. “Why do you hurt yourself, Nat?”

Nat plays with the lid of her own cup. She takes a sip of her latte, but it tastes like chemicals and bitterness cloaked in saccharine. It’s a lie, just like she is. “I don’t know,” she says quietly. Overall, it’s the truth. She has theories, a lot of them. But she pinpoint the cause when all she can see is the effect. “Why do you want to know?”

“You really want me to tell you?” Steve looks at her, eyebrows raised, lines playing across his forehead. “Or you want me to make up something that makes sense?”

“I told you the real thing.” It’s hard not to throw in attitude. Especially since Nat knows that if she drops the sharp edge, her voice will bottom out completely. She already feels the burn behind her eyes.

“Because it’s easier to talk about other people’s problems,” Steve says to the steering wheel. He flattens his empty cup between his hands, then turns to the window. Nat watches his reflection in the glare, but she looks away when he passes his knuckles across the diamond droplets clinging to his lashes.

“Yeah,” Nat whispers. “I know.” She stays quiet for a moment. Then, “Because I hurt other people first.”

“You know that’s what I was made for?” Steve barely pauses for a breath. “Erksine didn’t want me to be violent if I didn’t have to be, but that was the intent behind the whole project. To make a killing machine. I don’t even know how many now…” He trails off.

“I don’t, either.” Nat keeps a ballpark estimate, a mental image of tally marks scratched into weathered wood. But she doesn’t know exactly, doesn’t scour the records for whether there were three or four people in that car she fixed to run off the road, or if the pregnant suicide bomber she’d neutralized in Kandahar counts as one or two. She stopped caring when the count surpassed a hundred. That was the year she started drinking, she realizes. The year she graduated from marijuana to cocaine. Getting off crack was hell, but it was still easier than losing the guilt. She’s still failing at that.

“I’m just...I’m sorry I came over. I wasn’t thinking about you.” Steve forces a laugh. “I wasn’t thinking at all.”

Nat’s thoughts settle into disturbing clarity for a second, like drunken vision focusing before it blurs and crosses over again. Steve knows his mistakes like Nat does. He’s dark like she is. He’s guilty. He suffers. He feels bad for her because he thinks he deserves what he’s gotten. For the first time, Nat feels bad for him.

“You didn’t want to be alone for Christmas.” Nat sets her drink down in the cupholder. She pulls her legs up on the seat and rests her chin on her knees. “That’s not a crime.”

“No, it’s worse,” Steve says morosely. “Can’t file a police report on that.”

He’s right, now that Nat thinks about it. Sure, people pay for their crimes, at least in theory. But the things that have been taken from her, the things she really misses, aren’t so easily quantified. The blissful ignorance of childhood, for instance. Her adolescent metabolism. The time with Clint before he got married. Dwelling on any of them is like being angry that paper tears.

And what now? Captain America is human? And so is she? Scandalous. They’re sitting in a car, drinking Starbucks like two kids escaping the festivities for an illicit date. He smells like aftershave, and she smells like puke. It’s so perfectly high school that it’s sickening. Nat hates it.

But what else, if not this? A sense of numbness grows in Nat’s chest, spreading into her shoulders and down her arms. It isn’t cold, though. It’s not uncomfortable. She doesn’t want to be here, but the longer she is here, the less she wants to go back home.

“Nope,” Nat finally says. “No harm in talking.”

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Just gonna stand there and watch me burn

But that's alright, because I like the way it hurts

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry

But that's alright, because I love the way you lie

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lemonsandstrawberries · 5 years

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The Pitted Olive, part 5

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

universe: Draq Queen!AU (Tony Stark as a drag queen)

summary: Steve and Tony continue to happily date and Steve has a sweet surprise for Tony, while Tony asks him a big question. Also, Steve meets another drag queen from The Pitted Olive.

length: 3 683 words

disclaimer: this fic is written strictly for entertainment. I am not a specialist on drag and my whole knowledge comes from mainstream media. if there is something you will find incorrect or offensive in any way, there is always an option to contact me and politely voice your thoughts instead of flaming. thanks!

a/n: I am trying to contradict the sad vibe I am getting from tumblr lately and forcing myself to post. hopefully, this will work for you and me!

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The Pitted Olive, part 5

(part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6)

Ding!

"Hi! Welcome to Mama's Little Bakery - Hi Steve!"

"Hi, Kamala," Steve greeted the dark haired girl behind the counter. He took a deep breath, smelling all the frosting and sweet toppings and some earthy notes of a good, real bread. It was a special smell.

"What brings you here? Want to try our new creation?" Kamala motioned to the small plate next to her, where some small cookie pieces were waiting.

"Always," Steve grinned and took a piece, popping it into his mouth. Crumbly, buttery, and sweet. With some floral note to it.

"Rose water and white chocolate cookies," Kamala smiled proudly. Although the bakery specialized in homemade, traditional pastries, the newly hired young personnel was welcomed to experiment. "Teddy came up with that."

"It's great," Steve said enthusiastically, although he felt that nothing could top good ol' double chocolate chip cookies. "Is Mama here?"

"He is in the back with Billy. Heard you placed a special order?"

"Kamala!" a dark-haired teenager with a hair neat stretched over his head popped out from the backspace. "Did you finish putting together the boxes?"

"Not yet!"

"Can you hurry up, please?! The guys from the Xavier's School will be here any minute to pick up the cupcakes for their students!"

"Hi, Billy," Steve smiled at the boy.

"Oh, hi, Steve, sorry didn't see you there," Billy said, walking to Kamala and carrying a tray of cupcakes with yellow frosting and a black x on top. An odd choice, but it was the school's logo. "And where is Teddy?! I need more sugar pearls!"

"Calm down, we have plenty of time!" Kamala said, taking the tray and putting it aside. "If you want to get it done, help me too," she said, pushing a cupcake holder box in his hands to fold.

"I still have like two dozens of cupcakes to frost--- why there is a cupcake missing from the display?"

"Uh oh… Well, I didn't have time to eat breakfast so…"

"How did you even reach it?! It is like your arms can stretch, I swear---"

"I am going to the back," Steve pointed at the door leading to the staff only area, letting the kids resolve this one between themselves. He heard the banter and smiled, thinking that since Sam made a decision to take interns from the baking school, the bakery became much more lively. Entering the kitchen was a whole new experience. The shop part looked sweet and inviting, set in light pinks and cream colors, just as Sam's mom designed. The kitchen was white, with a lot of silver utensils, and the most colorful sprinkles and icing stashed neatly on the shelves. It was perfectly organized.

"Billy, when you will be done with the cupcakes, please check on the apple pies in the oven," Sam said, hearing someone entering the kitchen. He was hunched over a marble table and rolling some dough between his palms, sprinkling it with flour, whenever the dough felt too sticky.

"Hi, Mama!"

Sam turned around, looking in surprise at Steve. "Hairnet!" he scolded, pointing to the shelve with a box of disposable hair nets.

"Dude, seriously?" Steve asked, blankly. Sam was also wearing a hairnet, although he kept his hair in a buzz cut.

"Hairnet or get out from my kitchen!" Sam ordered, slamming the pile of dough against the table to get more air bubbles inside.

"Okay, okay," Steve soothed, stretching the net over his head. "What are you doing?"

"Dough for cinabbons. You know that dough has to be kneaded at least one hundred times?"

"I honestly didn't know that. Why don't you use a stand mixer?"

"Nah, man. It is all about the love you put into your baking," Sam replied, smiling gently and Steve was sure that that smile wasn't for him, but for the dough. "Mixers don't give love."

One day Steve would love to have a job he could be so passionate about as Sam was about his bakery. Working in an art shop had its pluses, like steady hours, steady pay, a lot of free time. Downsides were working with not always sure what they searched for customers and countless hours of rearranging misplaced art supplies. What Steve really wanted was to teach art. Somehow, he never had the courage to take that step. Maybe one day.

"You came here for your order?" Sam asked, straightening up and wiping hands in his apron. The dough was resting under a clean cloth, needing time to rise. "I had to test out a few recipes before I came up with a one I was pleased with," he handed Steve a pink box with a bow and the bakery's logo stamped in one corner.

"Thanks," Steve smiled, taking the package.

"Hope you two will enjoy it," Sam said hurriedly, jumping to the huge deck oven and checking on the apple pies. The hot scent of baking apples and cinnamon drifted to Steve and it was heavenly. "If you want something to go, just tell Kamala, she will pack it for you!"

"Maybe later," Steve started walking out of the kitchen. Sam always offered him free pastries and Steve was grateful, but sometimes it felt as too much. Although, he wouldn't say no to some cheesecake. "Hey, I will see you this evening, right?"

"Yeah. Can you call Billy here on your way out?"

"Sure. Thanks again, Sam!"

Steve left the bakery, holding the pink package and smiling lightly. He was hoping that Tony would love his surprise.

***

"Oh, oh yeah, give it to me, come on - AAAAH!"

Steve was blushing. Blushing so much his face would melt off. Why Tony had to be so loud.

"Mmmmm! That felt good! Come on, one more time, faster, GAAAAAH!"

God. People were staring at him. Just move along, nothing was happening here. Steve was just sitting outside Tony's changing room and curling in embarrassment. Perfectly normal.

"Ooooh, slap it on me! HAAAAAH!"

Maybe he should just wait outside. Seemed like a good idea.

"Ah ah ah… Woah, that was intense. Thanks."

Steve uncurled, his face less heated. Okay, it was coming to an end. Some more talking, and soon a red-haired woman in a white cosmetician coat walked out of the room. She spotted Steve and smiled, in a bit terrifying way. "She is all yours now."

"Thanks," Steve replied meekly.

"Aaah, it is good to feel smooth again!" Red walked out, stretching in her small, gold robe. "See you next month, Nat."

Natasha nodded, grabbing trotting by Arrow, male name Clint, as Steve learned with time, by the arm and twirled with her. "Ah ah ah! Where do you think you are going? You and your hairy pits are next."

"Awww, but I told it is an artistic choice!" Arrow argued in a whiny voice, walking with Natasha to her changing room.

"Don't forget about her back!" Red Velvet called, grinning broadly. Arrow flipped her sister off and it was met only with a giggle.

"Hey, honey," Red Velvet said, turning her eyes to Steve. "Want to feel how smooth I am," she purred, taking his hand and slipping it under the robe, his palm resting over smooth, heated skin near the inner thigh area.

Steve's face exploded with a new shade of embarrassment. He pushed himself and Red inside the room hurriedly and slammed the door behind. Seemed that she just loved making him flustered. "Maybe not now," Steve muttered, feeling that everyone in the club was already observing him.

"Good," Red replied with a smile, moving away, "because I am a little sore. It is not easy getting a full body wax."

"F-full body?" Steve repeated, his mouth falling open a little.

"Full body," Red repeated with a wide smile. This time, Steve felt that his blush went all the way down to his toes. Full body was a whole lot of smooth skin.

"So, what brings you here?" Red Velvet asked, curling in the corner of the couch and patting the cushions next to her, motioning for Steve to sit down. "Lately you only show up minutes before my show."

Oh right.

"I brought you something," Steve said, sitting next to her and handing her a box from the bakery.

Red Velvet frowned, and it was her gentle frown, the one that was practiced to not crease her face too much. "You know that I don't eat before performing."

"Just one bite," Steve asked. He hated that she was starving herself just to squeeze her waist more in the cincher.

"Well… Let's see first what you got me," she said, removing the lid. "Huh."

"They are red velvet cupcakes," Steve said happily. Red velvet for Red Velvet.

"It is from your friend, right?" Red Velvet asked and she took out one cupcake, turning it in her hand and looking at it from every angle. It smelled like cocoa and the white frosting was swirled out perfectly. "It is cute, but I am not actually a fan of red velvet cake," she smiled gently.

"No?" Steve blinked, feeling a bit baffled. "Then why your name is Red Velvet?"

"You think I named myself after a cake?" Red laughed, and it sounded more like Tony than Red, to be honest. "It is because the first dress I wore as a drag queen was made of red velvet. It is not a very friendly material, to be honest, it is a bit heavier than others and you get hot quickly, but it is really nice to the touch. Nowadays my dresses are mostly made of satin. I would really like to try some dresses made of charmeuse, but I don't have the figure to pull it off. You have no idea what I am talking about, do you?" Red laughed, and Steve closed his opened mouth.

"I only know that you have a great figure," Steve said in his defense and Red smiled.

"I am gonna give it a taste," she said, delicately peeling the wrapper off, "you know, red velvet is actually very difficult to make… Too much food dye, and it will be bitter. Too little and it will become dry. It is a tricky cake," she said, biting in. Even though she didn't have any makeup on yet, Steve saw the difference. Tony took big bites, almost in a gluttonous way, always getting his mouth dirty. Here, she took a small, dainty bite, quickly wiping off the frosting off her lips.

"Hm," Red Velvet looked at Steve, and she smacked her lips together delicately. "It… Is actually really good," she said, smiling in surprise. "Really good," she said, offering the rest of the cupcake to Steve, and Steve did the playful thing and took a bite of the cupcake while she still was holding it. Moist cake, a bit salty frosting. Sam did it again. "Good, right?" Red asked, and Steve gave an approving hum. "I thought your friend is miserable in his job, but his cakes don't taste like that."

"Huh?" Steve asked, wiping his mouth when the rest of the cupcake was gone. "What do you mean by that?"

Red shrugged, standing up and going to her vanity station. "He has some… weird vibe around him. Like if being an owner of a bakery is something he doesn't want to do."

"Well, it is complicated… Sam didn't really have a choice," Steve said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Family business?"

"Yeah, family," Steve nodded, remembering the day the Wilson family moved into the neighborhood. They had renovated a shop that used to be a barber place, and Mrs. Wilson finally fulfilled her dream of owning a bakery, a ten-year-old Sam and his siblings helping in every way they could. With time, Sam's older siblings went to live on their own in different parts of the country, and Sam stayed with his mom, still helping. When she was unable to work anymore, Sam took over the business, letting his mom's dream live on through him. Like every person, Sam had doubts about what he was doing, and Steve could see it more often in his friend. Yet, today in the bakery… Sam looked truly happy.

"I understand that. Kids don't want to disappoint their parents," Red said, and Steve looked up curiously because once again, he saw in Red more Tony. He couldn't ask what was going on, because Red continued to speak and it was big news. "Maybe except my daughter. She is a pain and proud of it."

"You have a daughter?!" Steve asked, his eyes wide as saucers. Wasn't that kind of an information he should know from the start?

"Not in a sense you think," Red smiled, obviously enjoying seeing Steve's shocked face in the mirror. "I meant my drag daughter. Tootsie Roll."

"Tootsie?" Steve's mouth fell open. Tootsie was the drag queen he usually saw behind the bar, pouring drinks or sometimes on the stage, singing grungy music. With her smudged makeup and love for plaid and animal prints, she didn't resemble Red Velvet's poised style in any way.

"My little rebel," Red laughed fondly, taking a cotton pad and pouring some blue liquid on her face, starting her makeup routine. "I taught her how to walk, how to apply makeup, gave her her first cincher to hide her hog body---"

"Is her name Tootsie because of you?" Steve asked, pulling his eyebrows together.

Red had to stop and lowered the cotton pad in her hand. "You are really fixated on the topic of sweets today, aren't you?" she smiled and Steve smiled back in a lopsided way. "Actually, I came up with that, but she was the one who allowed it to stay. I called her like that once, because- ughh," Red's smile became a little wider, "okay, that was mean of me, but her first tucks looked like she stuffed a bar of tootsie roll in her pants. It was not completely hidden. So, it kinda stuck."

"That… that is mean," Steve admitted, chuckling lowly.

"Don't laugh, tucking in is a serious business," Red reprimanded, narrowing her eyes. There was some knocking on the door, and she turned away from the mirror. "Come in!"

"Hey, Red, do you have some aloe? I think Nat burned some of my skin," a male walked in, right past Steve on the couch, rubbing his armpit with a scowl.

"Tsk, where are your manners," Red Velvet reprimanded, "Steve, I present to you my daughter, Tootsie Roll. Tootsie, this is Steve."

"Sup," the guy turned to Steve briefly and Steve raised his hand in hello. Wow. It was fascinating how such a bulky guy could transform his body into a perfect hourglass figure. That had to require a lot of padding. He also had strong facial features and a stubble, but makeup had turned his face into a rounder, softer one. Dark, shoulder-length hair which was usually hidden under frilly, big wigs. "Mom, aloe, okay?! I am dying!" she urged Red Velvet in a playful whine.

"Okay, okay. Damn kids."

"I… I think I know you," Steve said, not letting his eyes off Tootsie. The guy turned to him with a slightly mocking smile.

"Well, duh. I am the one who prepares your drinks, Long Island Ice Tea guy," she replied with a smile. And Steve just stared, because without lipstick that smile seemed awfully familiar. Once on a bruised face and a busted lip. A very long time ago.

"Bucky!" Steve called suddenly.

Tootsie made a confused face. "What?"

"You are Bucky!" Steve continued to call, sure of it.

"… Wait, you said, Steve, right? As in little punk Steve?" Tootsie frowned before Steve nodded enthusiastically. After having the confirmation, both men let out a happy scream and ran into each other arms. "Steve! It had been what? Twenty years?!"

"I had no idea, you were back in town! When did you come back?"

"I don't know, a year or two ago? I didn't know you still live in New York."

"This is great," Steve said, drawing away from the hug. "You changed so much."

"Looks who's talking!" Bucky laughed, remembering the small fry he had left. "Growth spurt did wonders to you, pal."

"Um, can someone fill me up?" Red reminded them of her presence, holding in her hands a stick of aloe vera.

"Sorry!" Steve laughed, "me and Bucky were best pals in childhood until his family moved to Ohio."

"Uh, yeah, you never forget the first guy who busted your lip," Bucky said, pointing at the left corner of his mouth, where he had a thin, pale scar. "He had the boniest fists."

"Hey, you gave me a black eye, that's way worse," Steve grinned, shoving his friend in the shoulder. Bucky's and Steve's first meeting was pretty intense, but from a fight that emerged from a misunderstanding, a true friendship was born. They were best buds and inseparable until Bucky's dad got a new job and the whole family moved. Those were some lonely years for Steve until Sam's family moved into the neighborhood.

"Aw, you two are such frat boys, it is adorable," Red Velvet smiled. "But don't you have somewhere to be?" she said, looking directly at Tootsie.

"Oh, right!" she said, suddenly remembering that the time was passing and her shift would soon start. "Hey, come to my bar, we will talk some more. And we could meet one day and catch up. I have to get ready now," she reached her hand for the aloe and Red Velvet tossed it to her. "Thanks! I will see you both later!"

"Bye!" Steve smiled, watching the door close behind his friend. He couldn't stop smiling. It was great to be reunited with his childhood friend. And he couldn't wait to introduce Bucky to Sam.

Red Velvet made a sympathetic sound and walked to Steve's side, pulling his head down to press to her chest. "You are getting all emotional, baby."

Just then Steve realized that there were some tears forming in his eyes. He came to terms with not seeing Bucky ever again and meeting him after all those years was an emotional experience.

"Come on, I will clean you up," Red Velvet said, taking Steve's hand and guiding him to the vanity station. She sat Steve down and took a fresh cotton pad, pouring the same liquid she had used earlier on the pad, and gently rubbing Steve's face all over with it. Steve closed his eyes and enjoyed the touch. He was getting used to all those cosmetic stuff.

"Steve… Actually, there is something I wanted to ask you…"

"Hm?"

"How would you feel about performing in a duet with me?"

"What?" Steve asked, opening his eyes and looking at Red Velvet smiling hopefully at him. "Me and you? On the stage?"

Red Velvet nodded.

"I don't sing."

"I heard you singing under the shower."

"I meant, I don't sing in public," Steve sighed. It was way out of his comfort zone.

"We can do a lip sync. Many drag queens do it."

Drag queens?

"Are you asking because you want me to…?" Steve didn't finish. Her smile was enough to confirm that thought. In less than a second, Steve was off the chair. "Oh no, no, no," he said quickly, walking backward and seemingly terrified. "No way. I am not wearing drag."

"Why not?" Red Velvet asked, crossing her arms and looking a little defensive at Steve's quick refusal. He better chose his words carefully.

"It… It is not my thing!" Steve said clumsily, and Red narrowed her eyes.

"How can you tell if you never tried it before?"

"I just can."

Red rolled her eyes. "It is fine. If you don't want to, I won't force you," she said but sounded a bit offended. She sat on the chair and resumed her beauty routine without a word.

Steve felt guilty. Maybe he reacted too harshly. He looked at the mirror, trying to imagine himself with long hair and makeup. "Would I have to wax my body?"

"No, only shave some parts. Which, between you and me, wouldn't actually hurt to do, you know, I have enough of plucking your hair out from between my teeth each time---"

"La la la la!" Steve sang, pressing hands to his ears and closing his eyes. When he opened them after a while, Red was looking at him with a smirk. Such a big guy and yet he acted like a baby.

"I… I will think about it," Steve gave up, lowering his arms.

"That's all I am asking," Red hummed, putting a headband on her head and reaching for the white foundation.

Steve had an idea.

"You know, you had been showing me a whole lot of your world. How about I show you now some of mine?" Steve said, standing behind the chair and putting his hands on Red's shoulders.

"What do you mean?" Red asked, sounding a bit intrigued.

"Just some guys day out."

"Guys day out?" she repeated, sounding amused. "Will we go to a strip club? Poker night and cigars? That stuff?"

"Oh, you would like that, huh?" Steve teased, squeezing her shoulders playfully, meaning the cigars part. "You will see," he said mysteriously. Red took a moment to answer, before turning on the chair, facing Steve.

"Bring it on, sugar," she said enticingly. Steve smiled wider and leaned down while Red put her hands on his cheeks, bringing their lips into a kiss, probably the last one before she would take the makeup off after her show. The deal was sealed. "Now, get out, I need to get ready," she said, when the kiss ended, turning back to the mirror.

With a smile on his lips, Steve trotted to the door, but changed his mind last second and sat back on the couch, where he had a nice view of his lady getting ready. Red raised her eyebrow at that.

"Or you can stay and watch. That is an option too."

Truth to be told, it was Steve's favorite option.

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