#he doesnt feel safe to rest. he dreads the new week. his entire life he spends in dread even if he wants to protect his loved ones

[harley-style]

@hiccups-peg-leg, this is for you (your fuckin username man, its glorious)

HI AND WELCOME TO 100 + 1 REASONS I'M BEGINNING NOT TO LIKE HTTYD:THW

Disclaimer: It might not actually reach 50 reasons because I have a healthy amount of concern for my fingers

​It makes sense as the final part of a trilogy, for them to separate, but the whole set up of how the separation goes was...blargh.

​Hiccup was not acting like himself.

​Neither was Toothless, actually.

​Astrid was weaker in supporting Hiccup. I mean, don't get me wrong, she was still as badass as always, but never have I been more uncomfortable with her way of "supporting" Hiccup throughout this entire movie.

​"You gave him his freedom, what did you expect?" BITCH WHAT

​THIS IS NOT SOME CALL OF THE WILD BULLSHIT WHAT THE FUCK

​part of the reason Toothless STAYED even when Hiccup presented him with an automated tail was because he preferred BERK. you know, a civilised, NOT WILD settlement even if Toothless himself was a wild dragon prior

​in fact NONE of the dragons were being forced to stay there. Which means they CHOSE to stay with humans.

​Why was there no internal conflict between Berk? Why are they all just following Hiccup after some discussion about "Berk is not a place, its the people and our dragons!"??? Just???? They didn't feel like a village at all, is what I'm saying.

​For the record, I think Valka and Cloudjumper would have been harder to separate because these two were together for like twenty years why wouldn't they stick together???

​Toothless should not have been the King of the Hidden world. there are several reasons.

​1 - he was already a bad fucking leader when it came to priorities. he chose his MATE over his FLOCK. what the absolute fuck. 2- in coming to the hidden world, he promptly forgot about the BERKIAN FLOCK THAT HE HAD RESPONSIBILITIES TO. 3- it just doesnt make sense for all dragons to have bowed to him accepting him as their king. Night Furies are deadly, but they are not of the Dragon king breed. Toothless only managed that title because he FOUGHT a fucking dragon of that SPECIFIC breed. 4- he's horny as fuck. I'm sorry, it had to be said. He and the Light Fury have met for, what, a week at most? And already he's in love? Give me a fucking break. but anyways, my point is, if he dropped EVERYTHING HE KNEW AND LOVED for a person he BARELY GOT TO KNOW, then he should not have been made leader in the first place. 5- this is more personal, but fuck the fucking fact that he left hiccup for this unknown stranger. its like his human didnt even MATTER to him at all. which brings me to my next point.

​why the ever loving FUCK did the team EVER imply that hiccup and toothless were SOULMATES if all they were gonna do is separate them and have toothless forget hiccup entirely.

​are the dragons intelligent, sentient creatures

​or are they just wild animals capable of replicating human behavior without understanding the deeper implications of it

​because if the latter was true, then what the FUCK was the first two movies for?

​the hidden world cannot exist in a geological scale. it cannot sustain itself either. if toothless did somehow recall EVERY dragon, then the ecosystem of the hidden world is suddenly shot to fucking hell.

​the movie basically spat to our faces that romantic love is stronger than the power of friendship. and family.

​im pretty sure GOTNF was canon, and THW just spits all over its message and story.

​what happened to my badass dragon riders, dreamworks?

​okay ill be honest A LOT of my issues with this movie are centered around toothless and hiccup

​berk did not need to be separated from its dragons. in fact, dragons leaving berk, realistically speaking, would actually be detrimental to berk.

​for one thing, theyd be totally cut off from the rest of the world -- they suddenly relocated without any warning, to a place where no one had actually explored thus far. traders would not have known where to find them and, if they were in the merchant thinking mode, would cut their losses and find some other village to trade to. so new berk isnt gonna get any support for a long while.

​berk chose an island than can only be safely accessed via dragons. do you see where im going with this?

​by choosing to LET DRAGONS GO, hiccup and toothless have now condemned Berk into a generation of hardship, one that will make its people struggle with getting supplies, rebuild their homes, and basically a lot of their basic survival needs.

​and MIGHT I ADD, hiccup has REVOLUTIONIZED the viking way of life by INCORPORATING dragons into it. what happens when that system suddenly loses a big chunk of what made that system work?

​may i also add that hiccup has also REVOLUTIONIZED the term BIG DUMBASS when referring to decisions that were made.

​im also salty about how quickly toothless forgot about hiccup when entering the hidden world. like, holy fuck, i cannot even begin to explain how dreadful i felt when toothless was just "oh fuck yeah" in that glowing neon underground while poor hiccup was like "do you think he's okay?"

​if it were me, toothless would at least be having a moment to himself, looking at his tail, and you can clearly see in his eyes, "what about my human? what about berk?" before getting distracted. I would have accepted at LEAST that.

​nope. we get a toothless reluctantly going back to hiccup and new berk, resentful and somber as he longs for, what, a home?

​goddamn it i hate the hidden world in the movie the hidden world. i like the movie, i really really do, but that fucking plot device grates my fucking brain.

​RTTE handled a dragon haven a lot better.

​Vanaheim was a perfect place for wild dragons to settle but dreamworks fucking abolished that idea

​i KNOW vanaheim is like a resting place for sick dragons but like

​if hiccup was half as smart as he was the first two movies thw wouldnt have been a thing in the first place.

​its really, really hard for me to defend a movie i liked the first time i watched it when the only things i can see from it are toothless not caring enough about hiccup and hiccup making the niggest mistake of his life.

​this movie honestly felt like emotional manipulation. watching it i always remembered the other two movies, which should NOT have happened. when i watched the second movie (and may i add i barely remembered a thing about the first movie at the time) i was so MOVED to the point of TEARS. i had no context and i was moved to tears anyway. THW constantly pulled at my nostalgia strings and indirectly and directly called back to the first two movies and that just....what???

and that's it.

i mean if youd like to add more feel free to, probably missed some there

and there are a couple of ao3 essays that depict the same reasons i have. just put the tag "the hidden world" in your filters uwu

one last thing: despite the reasons i mentioned above i did enjoy watching thw, im just sayin it took me a long time and a lot of reading to figure out that, no, thw wasnt as great as the hype made it seem.

this isnt meant as an attack to people who like THW. i understand that this movie is special to you and I have no right to take enjoyment from you. im just laying out the reasons of why I personally don't agree with what happened in THW.

#httyd #the hidden world #hiccup horrendous haddock iii #toothless #httyd thw #how to train your dragon #the salt of the hidden world

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Saving Grace - Part 11

Summary: Steve leaves you and your son to go back to Peggy unaware your pregnant.

Your heartbroken and struggling without Steve until Bucky Barnes steps up to help you out. With you and Bucky growing closer everyday will he be your saving Grace?

I woke up when Bucky leaned over and kissed me, opening my eyes i saw that he was already dressed.

"Where you going?" I asked sleepily reaching for his hand and trying to pull him back to bed, he chuckled but didn't move at all.

"Im going down to the station with Sam to talk to that guy who broke in. I want know who he is and why they were here"

"Can you wait for me? i dont wanna be here alone..."

"Your not alone doll, Wanda is already downstairs" he smiled brushing my hair back from my face and pressing a kiss to my lips "i'll be back as soon as i can. Try and get some more sleep, I love you"

"I love you too Buck" i smiled up at him, then watched as he left the room looking ready to murder someone.

I waited until i heard the front door close before getting out of bed and pulling on one of Bucky's sweaters over my shorts and tank i had slept in. There was no way i could stay in bed knowing Wanda was downstairs with the kids, Grace would need nursing soon anyway. I caught a glimpse of my face in the bathroom mirror and shook my head, my lip was puffy with a bluish/purple hue around the edge, the split starting to scab over some already and under my left eye looked black/purple.... great! I let out a sigh and made my way downstairs.

"Morning" i greeted Wanda with a smile, she walked straight over to me and wrapped me up in a hug, i could tell she was being careful trying not to hurt me.

"Hey sweetheart, how you feeling today?" She asked as she squeezed me a little tighter.

"Aching, i forgot how much it hurts clocking a punch to the face and having your body cut up. How did i used to do this on a daily basis?.... plus I'm a little shaken you know?" I shrugged.

"I totally get it, thats why I'm here to look after you while you rest! And dont you worry, no one is getting in here while im here so go sit down and relax. Breakfast is almost ready, Harrison has been feed and I have bathed him. Lil miss Grace is also bathed and she has had one of her bottles from the fridge, Bucky said you had expressed some milk just incase"

"Wow, you've been busy Wan" i chuckled grabbing some Advil and a glass of water before taking a seat at the table.

"Bucky helped" she smiled "i cant take all the credit. His so good at all this domestic stuff, who would have thought huh?"

"I know right?" I nodded as Wanda placed two plates of pancakes on the table and sat across from me "these smell amazing!"

"Good, then i expect to see an empty plate mama" she teased.

"Hey Wan?" I asked after a few minutes and one pancake successfully eaten.

"Yeah?"

"Can we maybe go to the compound? I dont really wanna be in the house. It feels.... wrong somehow. I know its stupid but...."

"No it not! Its perfectly fine. We can go once you've finished eating and got dressed. Just make sure to tell Bucky where your going or he'll freak out".

Once we were at the compound i felt like i could relax knowing no one would be able to break in here.....maybe id ask Bucky if we could stay here for a few days. Id already run into Bruce and Clint so far....both seemed to be staying close by, Clint had always been like my older brother, looking out for me and was always so protective. He was currently sat with Harrison playing with his toy cars (sound effects and everything!) while holding Grace in one arm. It was clear Clint was a father of three and could handle both kids at once! Wanda was asleep in the armchair and I was sat on the sofa with a hot cup of tea watching on smiling when Steve walked in. He cleared his throat making his presence known and i turned to face him giving him a smile.

“Hey”

"Hey"

"Come join us if you want"

"You sure? I dont wanna interrupt..."

"Its fine Steve just come sit down"

"Okay" he smiled and quickly sat at the opposite end of the sofa i was on.

"You here looking for Sam?" I asked him making conversation.

"No, I'm actually rejoining the team. Its why i was here last night actually, i had to hand in some paperwork"

"Oh......picking up the shield again?"

"No, thats Sam's job now" he chuckled shaking his head "I'm still taking a step back but i'll be around if they need me. Im gonna be training the new recruits to start with"

"Its what your good at Steve, I'm glad your finding your place here again"

"Me too"

"About last night, i just wanna say thank you again. For getting to us as quick as you did..... i dread to think what he would've done if you hadn't shown up when you did"

"But i did. I know i messed everything up with us Y/N, but you and Harrison will always be my family and i'll do everything in my power to keep you both safe"

"I know" i nodded "things will never be like they were with us but I'm hoping we can try and be friends, for Harrisons sake"

"Id like that a lot"

"We're having a party next week for Harrison's 4th Birthday if you want to come?"

"Really?" he asked with wide eyes and a dopey smile spread across his face.

"Yeah, your his dad Steve you should be there"

"Count me in. I'll definitely be there"

"Good"

"Thank you sweetheart, you have no idea how much that means to me"

"Daddy! Come play cars with me!" Harrison called over making us both laugh as he held out various coloured cars in his little hands.

"Yeah come on Steve, i need to get up off this floor now.... I'm too old for this" Clint said struggling to his feet still holding Grace.

Steve took Clints place and was soon crashing cars and making exploding noises making Harrison laugh. After a few minutes i watched as Harrison launched himself at Steve before settling in his lap showing him all the different cars and what ones were his favourites.

Clint had handed Grace back to me so he could go use the bathroom and get something to eat, i was now on the sofa with Grace laying on my chest fast asleep. I could feel my eyes start to flutter close as sleep tried to take me at last, i had only slept for an hour or so after what happened and now it was catching up to me.

I woke up when i felt something shifting my arms.... my eyes shot open only to look up at a grinning Bucky as he carefully took Grace from my arms and placed her in her Bassinet.

"When did you get back?" I asked rubbing at my eyes.

"Just now" he sat next to me and pulled me into his arms "hows your day been?"

"Its been okay, i felt better being here. Would it be okay of we stayed for a while? You've still got your room right?"

"Yeah doll thats fine, I've still got it"

"Good. So did you get anything from the guy who broke in?"

"Not really, looks like they were just your standard home intruders. Chancers who just thought they'd try their luck.... said someone tipped them off that the house would be empty. We cant find any ties to anything bigger than that"

"Thats good news, still doesnt change the fact i dont wanna be in that house anymore. I killed a man in our bedroom Buck!"

"I know"

"I think I'm gonna put the house on the market. Find something a little bigger now theres gonna be two kids running around soon"

"Whatever you want darlin" he kissed me quickly with a smile.

"You'll help me look right? I mean it'll be your home too"

"Of course. We'll find the perfect place".

"Good. Hey, where's Harrison?"

"Steve and Sam took him outside to throw a ball around, he was getting restless"

"Steve and i had a chat earlier. I said we should probably try to be friends for Harrisons sake you know?" I shrugged "he was over the moon Buck. Im just so sick of the fighting between us..... i invited him to Harrisons birthday party"

"I hope we can sort this all out doll, it'd be nice for us all to get along again. I know we both have our issues with Steve but life's too short to hold a grudge like this" he agreed pressing a kiss to my temple.

"Maybe we should still go to the cabin this weekend just the two of us?" I looked up at him "i know the kids are safe here and Steve can spend some time with Harrison... what do you think?"

"I think I'm game if you are?"

"Okay lets do it then, i'll speak to Wanda when she wakes up see if shes still okay with it. I think they wore her out this morning she's been asleep since we got here" i chuckled looking over at the redhead who was buried under a huge purple fluffy blanket "you think she'll be okay for a whole weekend with them?"

"Yeah, she'll have help from the others she wont entirely have them on her own"

"Yeah your right" i nodded covering my mouth as a yawn escaped, i felt a bit better knowing she'd have the team around to help out.

I had just started to fall asleep again when Grace started to whine a little.... guess it was time for a feed.

"Someone hungry hey darlin?" Bucky cooed picking Grace up and trying to sooth her "you wanna go to my room for some privacy while you feed her?"

"Yeah, sounds good... lead the way".

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[linoloverimagines]

Burn (MIN YOONGI X READER ANGST) (inspired by the song “Burn” in hamilton)

Dating a non-famous person in the K-pop industry almost seemed like taboo especially if an Idol was dating a foreigner. So, being in a relationship with Min Yoongi one of the biggest boy groups in the industry was a bit of a challenge.

You weren’t a celebrity inside or outside of Korea, you weren’t anything special in the public eye, so getting hate may be heavier for you than other famous people dating idols. Since Yoongi was concerned about your safety and you understood the repercussions if the public found out, you agreed to keep your relationship a secret.

You two have been dating for more than a year now and for the first few months it felt amazing. It helped that you landed a job in big hit as a human resource officer, so you both always had the chance to hang out with each other within the walls of the building.

He would sneak you in his genius lab where you guys would eat, talk, and make love.

It felt perfect.

It came to a point where he asked you to moved into his apartment, you were skeptical at first because paparazzis might spot you with him, but he assured you that the complex was safe and private for celebrities.

He would also bring sample tracks home sometimes and make you listen to them. Seeing him being proud of his work brought happiness in your heart, but sometimes you wished he wasn’t such a workaholic.

You wished that he would have more time with you at home or even in the office, but you couldn’t be selfish since this is his dream and this is what he loves to do.

One day he made you go into his office to listen to a track, you were surprised by the unusual sweet melody and lyrics of the song. When he said that it was written about you and for you, your heart fluttered and you wondered how lucky you were to have such a hardworking yet sweet partner.

As months past by, you noticed that Yoongi comes later than he usually does and in some days he doesnt even go home.

You always tried to be supportive so you kept on getting updates from him or the other boys if he was fine or eating well.

When BTS finally went for a short hiatus, so the members could take a well-deserve break, Yoongi still worked on new tracks in his office. Luckily, one of their managers managed to kick him out and convince him that he needs to go home and rest.

He opened the door to your apartment and gave you a small smile “Hi.”

You ran up to hug him tightly “You’re home early!”

“Yeah....Sejin-nim managed to convince me to rest.”

“That’s great! I’ve missed you so much” you bury your head on his chest

“Ive missed you too, Jagi” he kissed your head

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“Namjoon said that we needed to take a break from our break because we were offered to collaborate with a girl group. He said that it could help our group grow even more...” Yoongi explained why he had to come home late again

“It’s okay, i understand” you sighed “oh, by the way i have to go home next week... there was an emergency regarding my niece and they need me there. I’ll only be gone for a few days though” you informed

“Alright, be safe okay?” He kissed your forehead

—————-

“Y/N, isnt this Yoongi?” Your mom points to an article from a tabloid site on her phone

‘BTS’ Suga seen together with Red Velvet’s Joy in a restaurant’

You laughed it off “it’s probably just for publicity, mom. Their groups are making a collab song”

“Hmm...if you say so, but always remember what i said before i agreed to your relationship.” your mother looks at you with concern

You nodded

You shrugged off the article because it was probably nothing and you trust Yoongi too much to worry.

———————-

“I’ve missed you guys so much and i hope little ______ will be alright, keep updating me alright?” You say to your mom while hugging her goodbye

“You take on your flight, okay?” She kissed your forehead

While waiting for your plane to board, you decided to check new updates about your boyfriend’s boyband on their webpage. Hewas always too busy to update you or even just check up on you, but you understood because you knew how important music was to him.

‘ BTS’ Suga publicizes relationship with Red Velvet’s Joy’ written on the front page of their official site

Your heart dropped, but you needed to be rational. Maybe it was just a scheme to get their fans to get along?

You clicked on the article and saw a video pop up and in the video was your dear Min Yoongi holding hands with Joy.

Your heart sank even further

“I don’t know how or when, But it all just felt right when she finally said yes” Yoongi let out his gummy grin

Thoughts started to plagued your mind

“How can he do this to me?”

“Why did he do this to me?”

Your eyes were blurry with tears, but you were interrupted by a man who tapped you on the shoulder

“Uh, miss i think it’s time to board the plane”

You quickly snap out of your state “oh yes yes, thank you.”

—————————-

During the entire plane ride, you couldn’t sleep. All you did was think of the different things that you could do to Yoongi such as choke him to death, yell at him, or just quietly exit out of his life. You didn’t know what to do and you actually wished that the plane would just crash, so you wont have to feel that hurt anymore.

When you finally arrived at the apartment complex, you looked like your soul was drained out of your body. The flight was 11 hrs and you haven’t had any sleep nor have you eaten anything since you saw the dreadful article.

You opened the door and you were greeted with familiar laughs from familiar male voices mixed with the giggles from females.

Ahhh, the whole boyband was here along with their new girlfriends, including the person your man replaced you with. Perfect.

The laughs stopped when they saw you come in, you scanned the room and there he was sitting next to Joy, looking lovely and bright while you looked like an absolute mess.

“Y/N.” Yoongi immediately stood up and walked over to you.

You could feel your tears welling up again, but you tried to keep your composure.

You couldn’t even mutter a single word without breaking down, all you could do was sigh.

You walked pass him and dragged your luggage to your shared bedroom and he quickly followed.

“Why did i even come here?” You thought

“I can explain everything, I promise” he blurted out

You motioned your hand signaling him to keep talking

“I don’t love her, but i needed to do it for the promo. I’m sorry....” he muttered

“Do you know what my mother said? When you asked me to be yours? She said ‘be careful with that one, love. He will do what it takes to survive.’ No wonder you kept me a secret, you and your words flooded my senses, your sentences left my defenseless! But you’re more Obsessed with your legacy than you are in love with me! You are paranoid on how the public with perceive you if they found out you were dating someone irrelevant!” You cried out

“You told the whole world how you brought this girl into our lives and in wanting to achieve more, you have ruined our relationship!” You added as you bawled out your anger and hurt.

“Min Yoongi, I can’t do this....” You dragged your luggage out of the apartment as he tried to chase after you

“y/n... wait please.” He begged grabbing your wrist

“You are very talented y’know that? You can still succeed without pretending to date someone famous. I-I just cant let myself become this hidden part of your life that you’re ashamed of...” you shook his grip off

“It’s not that I’m ashamed of you, it’s just that... Agh, i dont, agh” he struggled to find the right words

“Goodbye, Min Yoongi”

You walked away and this time, he didn’t follow you anymore.

#burn #min yoongi angst #min yoongi imagines #bts imagines #min yoongi reactions #bts angst #bts x reader #reader x bts #bts reactions #suga angst #suga reactions #suga imagines #suga #bts #bangtan imagines #bangtan angst #bangtan

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Request:  How about a glimpse at the daily grind of Desert Bluffs' radio station for our old pal Kevin and his lovely assistant? :)

The day begins, like all days, with the blaring, scorching, screaming sound of an alarm clock. It pierces your brain like a needle, shocks you awake like icy water dumped over your very mind. You barely have time to let yourself simmer in that pain, however, as your body swiftly slips out from beneath the covers--oh, those protective covers--and you find yourself lost in the habits of the early morning.

6 a.m. The sun hasn’t even risen yet, but at least the alarm stops blaring when you get out of bed--it’s programmed to do that, after all, and you know what will happen if you try to get back in it.

Though you’d love to afford the moment to well over the pain of your situation, your eyes glance briefly to the other side of the bed. It is empty. It is always empty when you wake up, the owner’s alarm slotted for two hours earlier than you to wake up.

You’re not quite sure how Kevin managed to afford you two extra hours of sleep every day, but it’s a small gift that you appreciate. It’s a small gift that gives you at least a small pause in the tidal wave of woe and depression that presses up against the back of your eyes.

But the sound of a new alarm pulls your attention away from the bed.

Ah, yes. The mandatory morning chanting and worship for a god you pretend to believe in, if only because you know what happens if you don’t.

Work is busy, always so busy. There are a lot of things that you’re responsible for doing at the radio station, though most of the things are largely at the discretion of your...boss? Boy...friend? You were never quite told what Kevin was officially to you, only that you would fill the role of his assistant, so there was a fair bit of vagueness that came with trying to figure it out. The last few months had settled into something much more intimate than mere coworkers so, at the very least, ‘boyfriend’ was a term you could use sometimes.

It was a ridiculous and painful irony, but you felt the most free during the workday. Though there were so many reminders around you that your life was little more than a corporate servant you could at least pretend that there was some normalcy in it. You had the freedom to use a computer and your phone and sometimes, when he wasn’t broadcasting, you could pretend to hold a conversation with Kevin. Sometimes he was even in a good mindset to have a conversation, one at least that wasn’t laced with hallow joy and in a room decorated with blood.

The two of you were in the editing room together. The clock loomed above you both, carefully noting every second that you weren’t actively working, the minutes being subtracted from your allotted daily ‘personal’ time. It varied depending on your position, career and stance within StrexCorp and could change from day to day, giving you extra minutes if you performed well, but taking it away if you didn’t.

Kevin must have been in a very high position because, once you started dating him, you found yourself with three times the number of minutes allotted for personal time on the clock--you had an entire hour to sit down and breath, maybe try to eat something and act if only for that precious hour that your life was normal and okay, even if it was so much the opposite.

But you at least had Kevin. He...had his own issues, his own quirks and his own...unique traits but you couldn’t help but grow fond of him. A more sane, mentally stable version of you may have questioned the type of relationship the two of you were in, an entirely safe version of you (both mentally and physically) would even have pointed out the pure insanity of it all, only thinly veiled behind the visage of being a day-to-day office worker.

You were nothing but a literal servant, a pet, a person fortunate enough to fall into a job that StrexCorp deemed suitable for you and thank every god that isn’t smiling that this job could afford you the freedom of thought and time so that you didn’t go insane with your misery.

And it gave you Kevin. You could at least be Kevin’s pet--that was something you have grown comfortable with.

You weren’t so fargone in the mantra of StrexCorp to understand that Kevin was a man hurt and manipulated and twisted to madness by the company, but he was still a man who showed you kindness, affection and, to a greater extend, protection. He took the insults of low productivity and fought thinly-veiled threats of physical violence with those of his own. You remember him coming home one evening, late into the night bloodied and half-conscious--it was a day that you had missed your productivity goal by only an hour. Just an hour.

You’re still not sure why he took the punishment for you, especially not when you hadn’t even been dating more than a few weeks at that point.

Still, at least sometimes you can pretend that you are a normal person working a normal job with a normal company. Sometimes you can pretend--you don’t know how you’d get through the weight of each day if you couldn’t, left instead to the realization that your freedom was taken from you, that you were a literal prisoner of a corporation that could do whatever they liked to you.

Oh, how you could play pretend.

The work day ended...well, whenever it ended. It was another vague idea (to stop working) that depended on your job, your status and your individual performance. Due to your connections (Kevin) you were usually able to get out of the station by 6, leaving you with a few precious, beautiful, perfect hours to spend your time doing whatever you liked.

Well, as long as you made sure to keep up your ‘daily behavior log’ that was on your StrexCorp-issued laptop.

Kevin would get home an hour later than you. It wasn’t due to any punishment or added time onto his shift, but simply because....he was just...like that. You didn’t have the energy or the curiosity or the courage to ask him about it. You’d spend that hour in any number of ways you could think--reading, singing, painting, meditating. It doesn’t matter what you do because it always ends the same:

Kevin walks into the front door. He starts to say something, perhaps a greeting, but it’s quickly cut-off by your arms thrown around his body and your face buried in his chest.

You should feel disgusted in yourself. You should feel ashamed and horrified and a great many things for being in a situation like this, acting like a pet for this man, but it’s a twisted situation of circumstance and pain and the simple, powerful longing for someone willing to look out for you--someone to care for you.

Kevin laughs that soft, veiled laugh of his.

“You only saw me an hour ago, dearest one!” he says, and you feel a hand on your head and fingers pulling, combing through your hair. “You missed me that much didn’t you?”

All you can do is nod against his chest and try to ignore the stinging metallic scent on the man’s clothes and skin.

“That’s just adorable!” The man said, voice cheerful and lilting. “It’s always so cute when you’re like this, a sweet little pet seeking out such a simple comfort you humans want so much. So cute and sweet.....and vulnerable.”

The words may have seemed an enigma--no, a veiled threat--but, to you at least, they were a comfort. You didn’t mind being small and cute and vulnerable if it meant being safe and held and loved and with the smallest strand of sanity to cling to.

“It seems like we have our allotted hours of personal time, dearest,” The man all but purred, resting his other hand on the small of your back. “What would you like to do together?”

You loved Kevin and, though he would never admit it to anyone outside the softest, most intimate moments that he knew cameras weren’t watching and microphones weren’t listening, he loved you too.

“...Can we...lay together?” You whisper softly, against the fabric of his shirt. The words were weak, broken, filled with the dread of months of exhaustion and pain and suffering. You just wanted to be held, to be warm, to be comforted and promised that everything would be okay.

Kevin was silent for a few moments, as if processing the request.

“Alright,” he finally said, voice having lost, if only for a moment, the forced brightness and joy you were so used to hearing from him. He sounded honest in that moment, exhausted and genuine and real. “We can do that, dearest.-

-I’ll keep you safe.”

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[thawedpatriot]

“I’ll be back.”

the sensation of floating is all he’s aware of for a long moment; it’s peaceful, feeling weightless.  the only other time he’s been able to feel weightless is flying with tony, hands holding tight to red and gold iron, hair tousled by the wind. up in the air, knowing tony won’t let him fall, steve feels free and safe enough to close his eyes and breathe for a moment.

but the peace is interrupted by a metallic groan and he’s being flung forwards, limbs flailing and heart seizing. there’s no way to brace himself, no shield to duck behind to take the impact for him, and yet he feels his body curl in on itself upon instinct regardless. it’s sickening, the way he rolls and he waits for the crack as body strikes glass or metal. but there’s no impact, just darkness and a cold that infests his bones. it’s paralyzing, both in the way it causes body and heart to seize.

no. no, not this. please not this.

he knows this feeling, knows this kind of cold. peace has left him entirely, uprooted by chilling terror that is casting a lace of frost across his chest. steve finds he can’t inhale, can’t breathe, can’t steady himself as composure slips. there’s a glimmer of light that catches his eye and desperately he wills body to move towards. limbs move jerkily, movement delayed half a second by the resistance water provides, current knocking him around. steve can feel it, the way time moves like the water— swift, stopping for nothing and no one. It had not stopped for him before, why would it stop for him now?

hands haul him upwards, where he can make out more and more of the surface, light shining through murkily as though a sheet of worn plexiglass stood in the way. fingertips reach, praying to a god he no longer had much faith in that they may breach. but once again god does not seem to remember golden son for he is met with resistance, frigidity tearing through his body the moment he realizes smooth fingers have connected with ice.

the blue of the sky can be made out from the other side, the hue reminds him of a familiar warm glow, one that reminds him of home. he has to get home.

lungs burn; even a supersoldier needs to breathe sometimes. but that becomes second priority as fists bang desperately at the impossibly thick sheet of ice that stood between him and the rest of the world. please, he begs as he shoves and swings and puts all the energy he has into trying to break through, please not again. he has too much to lose, too much to leave behind. he has a life here, more than he’d had before; has he not lost enough as it is? was being ripped away from everything he’d ever known once before not been enough? must he suffer it another time? his body begs for oxygen, and as panic overtakes him it gets harder to keep himself from taking haggard gasps.

then his joints freeze, stiff by shock and drastic temperatures, and can no longer claw at the ice. heart in his throat, he can feel himself slipping. he wasn’t in control, he hated not being in control. the light begins to fade, darkness beginning to swallow him whole as it banishes him to the depths to sit like a rock again; he can hear voices calling his name, so many voices whose owners had been lost to him even though he’d swear it hasn’t been more than a year. it all still felt like yesterday— there is a small part of him expecting to wake up every day to find his new life has just been a vivid dream.

he hates that he doesn’t loathe that concept entirely.

eyes remain trained on the light until it becomes no larger than a pinprick, and undiluted dread turns veins to ice before the water has the chance. no, he had to get back to tony. he had to get home, he couldn’t disappear like this again. he couldn’t, he can’t—

he’s vaguely aware of hearing something shatter, of feeling a pulse graze the skin of his cheek. there’s the distorted sound of his name being called, not quite human but the syllables are unmistakable. please, he pleads to the flash of red and gold as the cold sedates frantic heart and the breath he’s been holding slips past blue lips, please don’t leave me behind.

then steve is waking with a start, gasping and reaching out with trembling hands to grab hold of whatever is within reach. fortunately, fingers meet with warm flesh, tony already awake and sitting up to meet him halfway. he holds tight to tony’s arms, shuddering at the sensation of calloused hands holding him steady. mind reeling, bones still chilled, all he can manage to deduce is that he’s okay. he’s alive, he’s with tony, and if he’s with tony, he’s far from the ice.

“sorry— ‘m okay.”

he blames the villain of the week, a wise guy with an ice gun. nothing has set him off this way in a long time, he hasn’t had that nightmare in months. he’d gotten hit, temporarily encased before he managed to bust himself out. it hadn’t bothered him then, adrenaline and a mission on his mind to keep him preoccupied. it hadn’t hit him how familiar that feeling was, being temporarily trapped by ice. he figured it wasn’t going to bother him, it would be foolish to let it get to him, right?

but sitting there, shivering despite being under a good amount of covers and faintly hearing tony ask jarvis to turn the heat up, he’s too busy forcing the fear back into its jar to care about feeling foolish. tony’s seen this before, tony’s held him through this before. tony’s not going to fault him for this.

he can feel tony shift, gently pulling away with a quiet “I’ll be back,” and immediately reaches back out to hold lover in place. he knows tony means well, probably wants to grab more blankets or something, anything to help calm steve down and warm him up. god, he loves him.

“don’t go— please.”

it’s barely a whisper, voice hoarse, but it’s as weak as he’s allowed himself to be in a long time. he doesn’t relax until tony’s easing back to hold him again, and steve leans into the warmth the contact provides. shivers begin to subside as minutes drag on, breathing evening it the longer he’s there in tony’s arms. he owes him, he owes him big time for dealing with this, for losing sleep over this.

“thank you.”

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