#i dunno what to do with all my evil steves

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Because of You

Steve’s not great at taking care of himself.

Everyone else, sure; he’ll bug them to hell and back about eating, about drinking water, about getting outside to see the sun. He’ll force vegetables down his kids’ throats if he has to.

But himself? He knows he’s not worth it. He knows he doesn’t need to take up that much space, that many resources. He gets by, eats when he needs to, drinks water if he remembers.

But he takes care of his people. And lately, his people has included one Eddie Munson.

“Hey, Eds,” he says, staring blankly at the wall as he cradles the phone to his ear.

“Hi, Steve. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, fine. Just wanted to check in, y’know? Make sure you’re doing alright.”

“Yeah, m’fine. How’re the kids?”

Steve chuckles. “The little shits are great. Driving me crazy, like always. Dustin claims he hates you because of whatever you pulled last Friday during the game.”

“Campaign, Steve.” He chuckles too. “Yeah, I was a little bit evil. It was a lot of fun. Henderson’s full of shit.”

“I know,” Steve answers. “We all do. He does. I think he gets his dramatics from you.”

Eddie gasps. Dramatically. “How dare,” he says, then immediately starts laughing when Steve does. “Hey, Steve?”

“Yeah, Eddie?”

He’s quiet now, serious. “How are you?”

Steve lets a quiet little chuckle slip out. “M’alright.”

“Just alright?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “I’m fine, Munson, c’mon, quit worrying.”

“You’re always taking care of everyone,” Eddie says, bold like he knows Steve won’t stop him. He’s right, but still. “But who takes care of you?”

“You’re right,” Steve deflects. “I do take care of everyone. Speaking of which, have you eaten today?”

Eddie doesn’t laugh. “Have you?”

“Eddie.”

“Steve.”

“No.” Hesitant, quiet.

“Will you?”

“I don’t know.”

“For me?” Parroting Steve’s tone. Hesitant, quiet.

“For you? I- Yeah. I might… need help.”

“That’s okay. Want me to come over?”

“I don’t- no. Just… over the phone?”

Eddie hums. “I can do that. What’re you in the mood for?”

Steve huffs a humorless laugh. “Nothing.”

“Not really gonna cut it here, babe.” They both ignore the slip. “Want choices?”

Steve sighs. “Dunno. Sure.”

“Do you have the energy for anything involving more than five steps?”

“I- guess? If I have to?”

“So that’s a no,” Eddie says, mostly to himself. “PB and J?”

Steve makes a face. “What am I, Dustin?”

“You’re about as stubborn as him right now, yeah, and he gets that from you.”

“Fuck you too.”

“Maybe later. PB and J? Yes or no?”

Steve sighs again. “Fine.”

“Okay, good. Which phone are you using?”

“The one in the kitchen.”

“Okay, good, so you can narrate to me what you’re doing.”

Steve sighs. “We really don’t have to do this-”

“Y’know, I kinda think we do. Up and attem, Stevie-boy, first things first is bread.”

Steve groans, but goes and gets the bread, narrating the rest of it without prompting. “And you?” He asks after his sandwich is made. “Have you eaten?”

“Uh… no.”

“Goddamn hypocrite.”

“I forgot! It’s not an energy thing, I literally just… forgot. That I need to eat.”

“Right, because that makes perfect sense.”

He imagines Eddie rolling his eyes. “It does in my head,” Eddie argues. “I’ll eat, I swear. I’ll do it right now if it’ll make you feel better.”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees quietly.

“Okay,” Eddie says, just as quietly. “Give me one second, I’m in my room, let me switch over to the one in the kitchen.”

“M’kay.”

A few seconds later Eddie’s back, panting slightly as he opens the fridge. “Okay. Shit, we need to go shopping. There’s not much to have in here. Uh… cheese? And tortillas? I could do a quesadilla?”

Steve snickers. “Who’re you, Mike?”

“Hey, fuck you, Harrington.”

“Maybe later,” Steve parrots.

He imagines Eddie rolling his eyes again. “Anyways. I’m just gonna think out loud while I cook, if you don’t mind, ‘cause there’s this one part of a song that I can’t quite nail down, right? I’ve got the melody and I’ve got most of the lyrics, and that’s what’s really giving me issues-”

Twenty minutes later he’s tossing the burnt quesadilla into the trash and hanging up to dial a pizza place. Steve laughs at him long after the line’s gone dead.

It keeps happening, is the thing. Steve asks if Eddie’s eaten, Eddie asks if Steve has, and they’ll eat over the phone together. One time, Steve changes the script. Says yes when Eddie asks if Steve wants him to come over. “Okay,” Eddie says. “I’ll be there in twenty.”

He arrives promptly when he said he would and proceeds to make himself at home in Steve’s kitchen, going through his fridge without a qualm. “Ooh, you’ve got rich people food, can I use it?” He holds up various vegetables as an example.

Steve snorts. “Sure.”

“M’kay. I’m gonna make stir fry, ‘cause I saw this recipe and have been dying to try it. Anything you don’t want?”

Steve shrugs. “‘M not really picky.”

Eddie cooks, and they eat, and Eddie makes Steve laugh five more times, even though he feels like shit, and Steve makes Eddie laugh too, and it feels more like an accomplishment than it should.

They keep flirting, too. They both know, and it’s not that they’re scared to say it, they just know it’s not time yet. Neither of them know when it will be time, but they both know they will know.

It confuses Steve if he thinks about it for longer than five seconds.

Then, one day, it comes to a head. Steve arrives at Eddie’s trailer, unannounced, eyes shining with something that has Eddie treading carefully. “Steve?”

“Eddie.” He swallows, looks around. “Am I interrupting anything?”

“Nah, you’re always welcome here. C’mon, let’s go sit on the couch, you look like you have something you want to say.”

Steve swallows again. “Yeah.”

“Okay.” Eddie sits, watches as Steve does the same. “What’s up?”

“I like you,” Steve blurts out. “I know you know I do, and I know you like me, and we both know that we both like each other, but I realized it’s… it’s something else, Eds, because I- I ate. And it was hard but I did it by pretending your voice was in my ear, telling me I could do it, reminding me of the next step, and it was just a sandwich but-” he looks away, swipes at his eyes. “I did it,” he whispers. “I did it for you. Because of you. And I don’t know what the fuck we’re doing, man, why we’re dancing around each other, but I don’t want to anymore.” He shakes his head, looks directly in Eddie’s eyes. “I wanted to say it, to lay it out, and let you do what you will. Because I trust you. I feel safe with you. I believe you’ll take care of me, because you’ve already proven you will.”

Eddie swallows, eyes glassy. “I forgot to eat,” he whispers, and Steve laughs.

“That’s okay. I’ll remind you.”

“And on the days neither of us have the energy?”

“We rock-paper-scissors for who calls the pizza place.”

Eddie laughs, then. “Okay,” he whispers. “Okay, Stevie.”

“Okay,” Steve agrees, and moves to lean into Eddie’s side.

They don’t kiss, not yet. They don’t need to. They both know. They get up a few minutes later, and Eddie finds something to eat, and Steve sits on the counter and teases Eddie with something akin to pure happiness shining in his eyes.

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See Hear Speak no Evil Chapter Two

Read this on ao3 instead here! Read the OG Premise here

“You gonna tell me what’s botherin’ you, or am I gonna be forced to ask?” Wayne wondered aloud, taking a drag from his cigarette and tapping out the ash on the windowsill in the living room. A draft came in from the open window and sent a shiver down Eddie’s spine, making him pause and hold the dish he was currently washing in mid-air. 

Yeah, a shiver from the open window. It was just from the cold. Not at all from the slightly scary way his uncle knew how to read him. 

“Dunno what you mean,” Eddie attempted, giving Wayne a thousand megawatt smile and plunging both of his hands into the hot soapy water with gusto. Wayne grunted, stubbing out his cancer stick and shutting the window. It immediately fogged up from the steam coming from the sink. 

“I’m not goin’ to make you talk, Eddie. You know that,” Wayne reminded him, his tone frustratingly balanced. That was probably the most annoying thing about living with Uncle Wayne. All bad things were met with neutrality. 

No anger, no shouting, just passive acceptance for the things he couldn’t change. The things he wouldn’t try to change. 

For a boy like Eddie, who had grown up in a house of passion and took every bit of it with him when he left, it was sometimes infuriating. When he had first started living with Wayne, he had purposefully done bad things, attempting to get a rise out of his too patient, too kind uncle, but it had never worked. 

Eddie had finally settled out of doing that around sixteen, but moments like this brought back that need. The insane need to have Wayne yell at him. Just once. Hell, he hadn’t even yelled when Eddie failed senior year for the second fucking time.  

It was crazy, but Eddie was always going to have the desire to know what the line he would have to cross to make Wayne snap. He just wanted to trip it once, just to see what would happen. 

He hadn’t found it yet, but this felt like the kind of thing that would be edging towards that moment. Wayne hated cruelty of any kind, and Eddie was man enough to admit what he had done today was fucking cruel. 

There was no other reason for the kids to act the way they did. No other reason for Steve Harrington to show how much it hurt.  

“I think I did a bad thing,” Eddie blurted out, hitting the faucet to turn it off and yanking a piece of paper towel off the roll. Wayne raised his eyebrows ever so slightly, but apart from doing that, and turning in his chair to fully face Eddie, he didn’t react. 

Damn him for always being so cool. Damn Eddie for falling for it every time. 

With a put upon sigh Eddie hopped up onto the counter opposite his uncle and tipped his head back.

“You know the new boys I took under my wing? The four freshmen?”

Wayne didn’t interrupt as Eddie went through the whole sordid affair. From meeting the boys, to their supposed connection to Steve Harrington, and finally through everything that had happened tonight. He never would have spoken up, it wasn’t in his nature, but every time Wayne’s jaw clenched up or he took a long slow breath in, it felt like a slap across the face. 

Wayne never got angry, but he never really had to. His disappointment hurt more than any beating Eddie’s dad had ever given him. 

“How was I supposed to know he was actually deaf? I mean, wouldn’t that have been a big fucking deal?! Wouldn’t the entire town talk about their star basketball captain not being able to hear?” Eddie demanded, wanting Wayne to take his side and knowing he wouldn’t. 

“‘cause you’re so involved in the Hawkin’s gossip chain?” Wayne shot back, an incredulous look on his face. He rubbed his hand over his chin and leaned back in his chair, looking troubled. 

“People like the Harringtons would never want that kind of talk, and they got the means to make sure it don’t happen. Lots of strange things have gone on in town in the last few years, Eddie. We keep our heads down and noses clean, but that don’t mean everyone else does the same.”

Well, that much was definitely true. It felt like overnight Hawkins had gone from the sleepiest town in America, to the center of huge amounts of controversy. Then, as quickly as the craziness had started, it had stopped. One minute there were missing kids, military vans all over, and a strict curfew enforced with hostility. 

Then….nothing. Instant normalcy, the kind that made Eddie feel like he was in the Stepford Wives. 

No one really knew what had happened. Chief Hopper was as tight-lipped as they came, and eventually the media craze had died down when the reporters got it through their heads that they really weren’t going to get anything. But the town still talked as all small towns tend to do. There were rumors about government conspiracies, cults, even aliens. 

But all of that begged the natural follow up question. 

What did any of that have to do Steve Harrington?

What did it have to do with Eddie’s newest sheep? 

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now,” Eddie admitted. Even if he wanted answers- and he did- the metalhead was pretty sure the boys were never going to tell him. 

If they even still wanted to talk to him after tonight. 

“Talk to him,” Wayne suggested, getting up with a groan and forcing himself to his feet. He walked across the living room and into the kitchen. He grabbed his lunch pail from next to Eddie and patted his shoulder twice, a nonverbal but firm ending to their conversation.

“To Steve Harrington? Are you serious?” Eddie asked, pushing past the brush off and trying to convey through his tone exactly how bad that idea was. 

“Serious as a heart attack. Talk with him, and, more importantly, listen,” Wayne added on, giving Eddie a half smile, “I know that ain’t always easy for you, but try. For me, alright? Somethin’s tellin’ me nobody’s been listenin’ to that boy.” 

“Alright,” Eddie muttered, mostly to get Wayne off his back. He knocked his head slightly too roughly against Wayne’s arm and hopped down, disappearing into his room as Wayne called out a goodbye and went to work. 

When he heard his uncle's pickup rumble away, Eddie grabbed his headphones, jamming a mixtape into his walkman and turning the volume up as loud as it could go. Wailing guitars screeched in his ears, settling the anxiety that loved to pace across his chest incessantly. Once that was taken care of, Eddie was free to overthink the entire conversation. 

Talk? To Steve? 

He would have preferred if Wayne told him he should talk to a live snake. At least a cobra would kill him quickly. No, he wouldn’t be able to do that. He didn’t even know if he could talk to Steve. Would there be any point when Steve in all likelihood wouldn’t hear a word he said? 

Was that offensive? 

Should he even care if it was? 

Eddie groaned, burying his face in his pillow. Whether he should or shouldn’t, he did. He cared way too much. His stomach was still in knots after Hellfire tonight, and it was hours later. He couldn’t get the image of Steve’s hurt out of his head, and the betrayed looks the boys had given him were permanently etching themselves onto his heart. 

And, worst of all, he knew exactly why this was eating him up so bad. 

It was because Eddie prided himself on being better. 

He was supposed to be the comforting shepherd, the barkeep welcoming in lost and weary travelers. Hellfire was a sanctuary he had created to protect anyone rejected by society, and Eddie was the leader. 

He had sworn to himself his whole life that he would never be like the guys who made fun of him day in and day out. He wasn’t going to be like his father who had never listened, or his mother who hadn’t even bothered to care. He was going to be someone better. 

Someone better wouldn’t have done what he did tonight. 

But, there was still his pride, a writhing wrathful thing that refused to go down without a fight. The idea of apologizing to King fucking Steve of all people made Eddie want to gag, and he knew for a fact that even if he honest to god tried to do it, he wouldn’t be able to. He would probably just say something that would make it even worse, and then his boys would really never talk to him again. 

Eddie would get his answers first. Then he would decide if he needed to apologize or not. 

But he still couldn’t talk to Steve. That was still very much not an option, no matter what Wayne suggested.

He couldn’t talk, but maybe there was another way. A way to ensure his words got to Steve, regardless of hearing. 

Eddie lifted his head off the pillow and scrambled over to his favorite notebook, flipping to a free page and scrawling down a few things, striking out a few words and thinking about the best way to phrase things. 

This could work. No, this would work, and the boys would forgive him, and then things could go back to normal…

And then, as per usual, the universe wasn’t all that interested in letting things go smoothly for him. 

“Dude, you gotta relax,” Gareth said, flicking his spoon at Eddie’s head, “They’ll show,”

He caught it with ease, pelting the plastic spoon back in his best friend’s direction and continuing to pace. Since he had come up with the idea last night, Eddie had been keyed up filled to the brim with nervous energy. He had even gotten to school early, and paid zero attention to any of his morning classes, bouncing his leg a mile a minute the whole time and letting his mind wander as it pleased. 

“Maybe they won’t. Maybe they’re too cool to sit with us now that we confirmed they’re besties with King Steve,” Jeff chuckled to himself. Gareth rolled his eyes, and Eddie finally paused mid stride. 

“Would you both knock it off?” Eddie growled with a glare, “We already fucked up enough last night.”

“Well you’re the one that started it,” Gareth muttered, clearly ticked at being scolded like a small child. He always hated when Eddie did that.  

Eddie winced and went back to his pacing. He was fully aware he was the one that had started it, but he was also the only one who seemed interested in fixing it, so the other two could stuff it. 

The thrice folded notebook paper was burning a hole in his pocket, and he just wanted to hand it off so he could get it over with and get his life back to the track it had been cruising on before Steve Harrington had knocked it off course. 

“There they are,” Jeff said, much more subdued. Eddie’s head whipped around fast enough that his neck cracked, and he scanned the cafeteria with a hawk’s eye, looking for the four boys. 

Mike, Dustin, Will, and Lucas were on the far side, each one holding a disgustingly yellow plastic lunch tray. They were searching the cafeteria, Dustin’s neck craning as he looked around. Eddie wasn’t exactly sure why they were looking so lost when they already knew where to go, but it was fine. It was all fine. 

This would be fixed within minutes. 

He patted the outside of his pocket a few times, practically bouncing in place as he waited for them to finally quit whatever they were doing and just come over. Eventually, Will nudged Mike with his elbow and they all began to come closer. Eddie leaned against the lunch table and folded his arms, trying to appear as casual as he possibly could. 

“Look guys-”

The words dried up in his mouth as the group of four walked right past him without so much as a glance in his direction, talking amongst themselves as they went to the opposite corner of the lunch room.

Infuriating. Absolutely, unacceptably, infuriating. 

Hot rage bloomed in his chest, and Eddie resisted the absolutely mental urge to chase after them and start yelling. He couldn’t stand being ignored, and those little fucking brats knew that. Was this their stupid idea of some kind of punishment? 

Behind his back, Gareth and Jeff shared a worried look. They knew how Eddie acted about being ignored. 

“What the fuck,” He ground out, his teeth clenching into a grim sort of grin, “What the actual fuck was that?!”

“Eddie-” 

Eddie held up a hand to cut Gareth off, shaking it mid air to try and get some of the energy out of his body without jumping up on the table and declaring war on a group of freshmen who were just protecting their friend. 

He needed to think in logical short statements. That’s what Eddie needed to do right now to rationalize this betrayal. 

It was Logical. Eddie had hurt Steve. Steve, who they had already said was their friend. This was their way of protecting their friend. It wasn’t about Eddie. It wasn’t. 

Except it kind of fucking was because he was the one being ignored. 

No. No it wasn’t. It was about Steve. It was just the boys protecting their friend. Their friend, Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington who was apparently deaf. 

Never mind that their friend was an uppity goddamn prick who stood for everything Eddie had ever rebelled against. Never mind that their friend was not a friend, but most likely a wolf in sheep’s clothing that would only hurt them. Never mind that their friend was a creepy little jock who deserved-

No. Eddie wasn’t going to think that way. He was going to be someone better. 

The note still sitting in his pocket proved that. 

“It’s fine,” Eddie managed to say, hating how robotic his voice was, “It’s-” 

It wasn’t. It wasn’t fine. He wanted to rip that stupid piece of paper into a thousand bits of idiot confetti and throw it over the four boys. Let them get chewed up and spit out by this piece of shit town, and let Eddie go back to caring about just himself and the people who actually deserved it. He wanted to do something to get rid of the thing in his body that was screaming at the injustice of it all. 

Eddie shut his eyes, taking a deep breath the way Wayne taught him. The ghost of Steve’s tightened shoulders and clenched fists sat behind his eyelids, burning out the righteous fire that was turning Eddie to ash. 

He took another deep breath, a burst of envy hitting against his skull. How was Wayne so good at this? 

“Uh…Eddie?” 

When he opened his eyes, Gareth and Jeff were staring at him with nervous looks. Gareth was drumming his fingers on the table, and Jeff was working his jaw back and forth. They were waiting for the explosion, whatever wild beast was about to burst out of Eddie’s chest and lay waste to everything around it. 

It wasn’t going to happen. Not this time. 

Eddie was going to be someone better. 

With that thought chasing away the rest of his hurt anger Eddie turned back around, searching out his lost sheep once more. They were sitting in the corner with Max Mayfield, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, and Jonathan Byers. They took up a whole lunch table, just the eight of them, happily chatting and throwing carrot sticks at each other with ease. 

They looked like they fit together, this odd group of individual puzzle pieces that shouldn’t have come together to make a picture. 

But they did. They worked. 

An odd wave of loneliness crashed over him, but Eddie ignored it in favor of zeroing in on Robin Buckley. She was leaning across Jonathan to toss something at Mike, her trumpet case sitting on the table next to her. 

What had Harrington said last night? Something about Robin and work. 

This must have been the Robin he meant, and that was good. It was good, because right after lunch was band practice. 

Eddie had his new plan, and this time he was going to see it through. Whether Buckley liked it, or not. 

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New Year's Eve Kisses 2022

Note: Hello, friends, and Happy New Year! At long last, and for the third year in a row, I present to you, New Year’s Eve Drabbles! I tried to make reader gender neutral in all of these, aside from the Kili one, which is a continuation of The Book Keeper! It may also serve as an introduction for a possible sequel to that fic.

Fandoms: Stranger Things, MCU, Tolkien, Harry Potter (fuck JK Rowling; Trans Rights are Human Rights), Once Upon a Time

Total Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol (champagne, mostly), kissing (obviously), and two (2) marriage proposals. Also mentions of Eddie’s bat scars.

Eddie Munson

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Quite honestly, Eddie Munson didn’t think he’d live to see the end of 1986. It had had its ups and downs and its Upside Downs, but through it all, he’d had you right at his side, his second-in-command, his cleric, and, in real life, the very person who’d saved his life and ensured he’d live to see 1986 fade into 1987.

You and Eddie had been friends since elementary school. You’d been bullied as a kid, but Eddie didn’t put up with that and he didn’t want you to, either. He’d stood up for you one fateful day in the third grade and made a friend he knew he’d cherish for the rest of his life.

At the moment, the two of you were at Steve Harrington’s New Year’s Eve party, a sentence neither of you thought you’d utter, with some of his friends as well as Eddie’s bandmates, the Hellfire Club, and a few of Dustin’s other friends. Trauma was a weird thing, after all, and bonded the most unexpected people.

“Here.” Eddie handed you a solo cup full of booze and you sniffed it before taking a sip of whatever mystery punch the rest of Corroded Coffin had poured together.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” He leaned against the kitchen counter, taking a sip of his drink as well, tattooed arms folded across his chest.

“Another one, huh?” You chuckled, shaking your head. “Another year.”

“Thanks to you.” He nudged you with his elbow. “You really saved my ass, you know? I really don’t think I’d be standing here without you, big ugly bat scars and all.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve saved my ass plenty of times, Munson, I’m pretty sure we’re even.”

He smirked, bumping his shoulder into yours. “You think so?”

“I do.” You nodded.

Steve drew everyone’s attention to the countdown, which was nearing a steady close.

“Hey, uh, (Y/N)?” Eddie said, his words slowing. “So remember that…not running away thing I was working on?”

“By running straight into a herd of evil mutant bats, yes, I recall.”

He scoffed. “Heh, yeah, well, um…There’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while, and I…you know what, fuck it.”

“What, Eddie—”

He smashed his lips against yours as the ball finally dropped, kissing you hungrily. You kissed him back, spilling your drink as you surrendered to his embrace. It was uncharted territory for both of you, sure, but just like your DnD campaign, you couldn’t wait to explore it with him, side by side.

Druig

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When the New Year finally rolled around, the Eternals that were close enough decided to throw something of a celebration, just as you’d all done in the years before you’d split off and gone your separate ways. Now that Druig had finally come out of hiding, he was standing in the corner of the room, sulking, snacking, and sipping champagne as he watched some random guy flirt with you across the room.

You and Druig were…complicated to say the least. You weren’t together, not officially. You obviously both cared about each other a lot, but neither of you had ever taken that next step, not before Druig had all but dropped off of the face of the planet.

You’d missed him, of course, but you weren’t sure how to bridge that gap, if that was even still what either of you wanted. He was the Hades to your Persephone. Quite literally. Your dynamic was where Sprite spun the legend to begin with.

“Why the long face?” Sersi asked, standing next to him, that soft, compassionate look on her face.

Druig shrugged. “Dunno. Just…not feeling the party, I guess.”

“Is that so?” She asked. “Why’s that?”

“Just…thought it would be different, is all.”

“Huh, well, looks like someone else might feel the same way.” Sersi nudged him, motioning to you with her head. Sure enough, you were giving the ‘help me’ eyes, stuck in conversation with the stranger in front of you.

“Oh.” Druig said, straightening up his jacket before standing up and briskly walking to you. “This guy botherin’ you, love?”

“Who’s this?” The frat bro in front of you asked, looking Druig up and down. It was true, Druig was much shorter than the lunkhead, but, of course, Druig had his own secret weapon up his sleeve.

“I’m their boyfriend.” Druig announced, slipping his arm around your waist. “Who are you?”

“Kyle.”

“Well, Kyle, if you don’t mind too much, I’ll be borrowing the beautiful, beautiful (Y/N) for the rest of the night.”

Kyle looked like he was about to retaliate, but then a golden hue took over his eyes and he turned around abruptly and walked across the room and out into the cold.

You chuckled and looked over at Druig. “Thank you. You just saved me from a riveting conversation about NFTs.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “What’s an NFT?”

“You don’t wanna know.”

He grinned. “I’ll take your word for it, then.”

“How are you doing?” You asked, leaning into him a little more.

“Better now.”

“You looked a little grumpy before.”

“You noticed.”

“I always do. Especially when it’s you.” You smirked, mischievous. “So you’re my boyfriend, huh?”

“For the evening.” He shrugged. “Or longer, if you want.”

“Are you finally asking me out?”

“Might be.” Druig pulled you closer to him, his hands on your waist as the other Eternals began their countdown. “Are you saying yes?”

“Might be.” You repeated, nose brushing against his as you went in for a tender kiss.

Kili

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“So the Dwarves are coming over here for New Year’s Eve…why?” Your friend Chelsea asked, hanging up some 2023 balloons.

“Because they already had their New Year’s on Durin’s Day there, so…” You shrugged. “You know how they are, they just like parties.”

“That is true.” Kili nodded, walking into the kitchen.

Your face lit up when you saw him, and you walked over to him, surrendering to his embrace. “When did you come over?”

“Just a moment ago, my love.” Kili replied, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Do you need help preparing the festivities?”

“Actually, yes. Do you and the guys want to bring the drinks in from the car?”

“One step ahead of ye, lassie.” Dwalin replied, sipping from a bottle of beer he’d found out there, Fili and Thorin carrying in cases of beer behind him. You had bought a lot of it, but you still weren’t sure it would be enough to satiate the Dwarves. Only time would tell. Worse case scenario, they could go back through the portal in your closet and get some ale from Erebor.

“Thanks, guys. Anyone wanna go with Phil to pick up the pizzas?”

“I will!” Ori volunteered excitedly. “What’s pizza?”

The pieces slowly started to fall into place. You explained human New Year’s Eve traditions to the Dwarves whenever they asked questions.

“Kissing at midnight?” Thorin asked, well within earshot of Kili. “Does it have to be your betrothed?”

“Nope! Some people kiss total strangers, but if you have a partner, you usually kiss them, yeah.”

“Interesting.”

“Why, you have someone in mind, uncle?” Fili asked, teasing.

“No, of course not.” Thorin shook his head, flustered.

“Hmm.” You hummed, laughing softly. You turned to Kili, smirking. “Do you know who you wanna kiss?”

“I have a faint inkling, yes.” He smirked, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

In no time at all, the party was in full swing and the dwarves were distracted very effectively by the New Year’s Eve countdown, mesmerized by the colors and songs and segments included. Ori was taking notes ferociously while the other Dwarves participated in a drinking game led by one of your friends.

You sat in Kili’s lap, chatting with the others, sipping on champagne, and waiting for the final bell to toll, bringing 2022 to a close.

“Do you have a New Year’s Resolution?” Dori asked you, sampling some champagne himself.

“I’d like to write another book.” You said, leaning into Kili. “What about you?”

“I do have one.” Kili nodded. “But I think I’d rather tell you in private it it’s all the same to you.”

“Oh?” You asked.

He nodded, giving your hips a push off of the couch and taking you to the other room. You looked up at him curiously. In your world, the Mortal Realm, Kili stood about six feet tall, as opposed to his usual 4’ 10” that he sported so proudly back home. It was odd how your height difference flip-flopped back and forth, but you were coming to love it.

“So, I’ve been doing some research.” He began, taking one of your hands with his own. “It may be too soon, but…” Kili reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He slowly got down on one knee, offering the box to you.

“Kili…” You whispered, your voice breaking. “Is this…?”

“Open it.” He urged, his voice faltering.

You opened the lid of the finely crafted wooden box. It was clear he’d made that from scratch as well, and sure enough, inside, you found a small tuft of green velvet, atop which sat three things: an intricate engagement band, which looked much like the claddagh ring he’d made for you, but with a diamond in the place of the emerald in the other ring, which currently sat, upright, on your right ring finger. The second and third were matching wedding beads, meant to be braided into your hair and his, to signify in Dwarven society that you were married.

“Oh my God. Kili, I…”

“In this New Year, in your world, in mine, I wish to marry you, to be your husband, to care for you for all of your days. And if you’d have me, my One, I would love to make you my wife.”

You nodded, tears slipping from your eyes as you pulled him back to his feet. “Yes, Kili. I love you so much. So much. I can’t wait to marry you.”

Kili pressed his lips to yours, collecting you in his arms, kissing you for the remainder of the year, your last year as an unmarried couple as it slowly bled into the year in which you would finally be married to the Dwarven prince of your dreams.

Neville Longbottom

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“Professor Longbottom?” One of Neville’s fourth year students asked, entering the greenhouse. It was winter break and only a handful of students remained in the castle, along with the few professors who had stayed. It had been a few years since the Battle and Neville had returned to Hogwarts, now the Herbology professor.

“Yes, Tilda?”

“Have you seen Professor (L/N)? I have a question about the extra credit assignment for their class.”

“I haven’t. Did you check their office?”

“I did, it was empty.”

“Huh.” Neville thought for a moment, running through your favorite places in the castle that you could have stolen away to. “Well, what’s the assignment?”

“We have to write about a Muggle holiday we haven’t learned in class yet. I wanted to write about New Year’s Eve, but…”

You walked into the greenhouse, holding a bundle of flowers. “Neville, have you--? Oh, hello Tilda.”

“Professor (L/N)!” Tilda grinned.

“She has a question for you.”

“I thought you might be in here with Professor Longbottom…” Tilda admitted with a shy grin. It was no secret to most of your students that there was something going on between the two of you. “I have a question about New Year’s Eve. So, the kiss everyone talks about, is that before or after midnight?”

“Oh, a New Year’s Eve kiss? It’s usually right at midnight. Muggles believe it’ll bring them luck in the new year.” You explained for her.

“Ohhhh. That makes a lot of sense. Thank you so much.”

“Of course. Let me know if there’s anything else you need! Will you be at the party tonight?”

“I will!” She smiled, saying goodbye to both of you before walking away.

“A New Year’s Eve kiss?” Neville raised an eyebrow, taking a step closer to you as soon as Tilda was out of sight and earshot.

“It’s tradition.” You shrugged, resting a hand against his cozy sweater vest. Outside, there was snow falling in large, fluffy flakes, visible through the greenhouse windows. “And if you’re lucky, you just might get one tonight.”

“What are these for?” He motioned to the flowers in your hand, changing the subject, his cheeks reddening. He had grown up a lot since you’d first met him, that was for sure, but every so often, the shy side of him showed itself again, reminding you of that shy Gryffindor boy you’d first fallen in love with. Little did you know he was nervous about something else that the evening would bring.

“They were in my office.”

“Well, you should put them in water, they’re lovely.” He replied, knowingly.

You rested your arms on his shoulders, pressing your forehead against his. “Thank you, Nev.”

“Of course, love.”

***

Later in the evening came the party Headmaster McGonogall was throwing for the few kids who were still there, as well as the staff who had volunteered to stay behind. The Grand Hall was decked out with silvery decorations, the tables near the front of the room loaded with food and punch.

You and Neville kept orbiting each other, keeping a safe distance to remain professional, but it was terribly obvious to anyone who knew the two of you that you shared a deep connection.

“You look lovely, dear.” McGonogall complimented, looking at your outfit.

“Thank you, Headmaster.” You thanked. “Happy New Year.”

“A Happy New Year indeed.” She eyed Neville, standing in the corner. “Mr. Longbottom looks quite nervous, does he not?”

“Oh.” You glanced over at him and she was right. He was pacing, even as midnight approached. “Yeah, he does. I’ll go check on him.”

You walked over to him and grabbed his attention, pulling him to a private corner. “You okay?”

He nodded, shaking.

You took his hands in yours and felt the way he was trembling. “Hey, hey, what’s going on?”

“I…” He sighed. “I’m…”

“Take your time.” You encouraged, your voice soft.

He took a long breath, centering himself, that Gryffindor courage finally taking hold. “(Y/N), I have been in love with you since our fourth year. When I saw you at that Yule Ball in this very room…I knew that I had to…to do this someday.”

“Do what someday?” You whispered, watching as he, shakily, pulled a tiny box from his pocket, opening it to reveal the most gorgeous engagement ring you had ever seen, its gem in the shape of a flower, metal leaves on either side of it. Tears pooled in your eyes. “Oh, Neville.”

“Will you marry me?”

In the background, you heard the students counting down to the new year while you had a brand new life waiting in anticipation for you to make your choice.

“Yes, Neville, of course.” You rushed into his arms, pulling him into the tightest hug while he exhaled a sigh of relief. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

And sure enough, right as the new year hit, you sealed your promise with a sweet kiss.

Peter Pan

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“What, so you’re telling me you don’t celebrate New Year’s?” You asked in disbelief at the nightly bonfire. It had been a few months since you’d taken up permanent residence in Neverland with Peter and the rest of the Lost Boys, but you’d been visiting the place in your dreams, and their self-appointed ruler, for that matter, for several years.

“What point would there be in that?” Felix asked, rolling his eyes at the sentiment. “Time doesn’t pass here. We don’t have a calendar year like they do in the Mortal Realm.”

“Then how do you keep track of time?”

“We don’t.” One of the other Lost Boys laughed.

“No other holidays?” You asked, eyebrows scrunching together. “None at all?”

“Nope.”

“Huh.”

You didn’t say much after that, thinking about it. You’d been trying to keep track of the days since you’d left home, and you knew it was probably getting to be around that time there. Not that you wanted to go back; you didn’t. But it still felt strange, one last final difference that further divided your new life from the one you had left behind for the adventure of a lifetime.

Pan found you later, studying the look on your face. He didn’t like when people were sad; it brought the whole vibe down, but he had a soft spot for you, had picked you especially to be, well…his. He wanted you to be happy for that reason, too. It hadn’t entirely dawned on him why that was, why your feelings were so important to him.

“Love?”

“Hmm?”

“Something bothering you?”

“Not really. It’s not important.”

He chuckled and sat in front of you, pinching your chin with his fingers and forcing you to meet his eyes. “Yes it is. What’s going on?”

“I just…Felix said you guys don’t really celebrate holidays here. I guess it makes sense. I should have realized that sooner, I guess.”

Peter thought for a long moment, putting the pieces together. “You miss holidays, then. We celebrate a lot, have parties nearly every night.”

“Yeah, I know, and I like those a lot too, but…I don’t know, something about…the rituals, I guess. I think New Year’s Eve would have been soon. It’s one of my favorite holidays.”

“Is it?” He raised an eyebrow, taking your hand. “Well then…let me see what I can do about that, eh?”

***

A few nights later, Pan sent you out with Felix on a “special errand.” You weren’t really sure what you were supposed to be looking for, but he’d said something about seashells, so you and Felix were combing the beach and collecting some.

“I was skeptical of you, you know?” Felix admitted. It wasn’t any surprise to you that was the case. Felix was Pan’s right hand man, after all. Most of his job was figuring out who was and wasn’t to be trusted. “But…something about having you here…Pan is different, more powerful, lighter, even.”

“Thanks, I think.” You chuckled. “You’re not so bad yourself, you know.”

“I’ve been told I’m something of an acquired taste.”

“Yeah, well…I appreciate you looking out for me. You both made the transition a lot easier.”

“Anything for Pan’s Chosen.” He bowed playfully as you gathered the last of the seashells and you began the long hike back, only to find…the campgrounds were decorated.

There were glass orbs and flickering lights dangling from the tree branches, a large grandfather clock propped up against a tree. In the center of it all was Pan, dressed in a sparkly gold suit, holding an even sparklier gold outfit for you in his arms.

“What’s all this?” You asked, looking around in awe.

“It’s New Year’s Eve, love.” Pan insisted, smirking. “Here, get dressed. I’ll save you some champagne.”

“Champagne?” You asked, incredulous. “Where did you get all this stuff.”

“Details, details…” He shook his head, giving you a little push towards your hut, where you quickly changed into the new outfit before meeting him outside, where the Lost Boys were acting out what you could only assume was supposed to be some form of a New Year’s Eve broadcast while the grandfather clock began to tick down to midnight.

Peter took your hand and raised it to his lips. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“You clean up nice yourself.” You chuckled, still in disbelief at everyting that was unfolding around you. “I…”

“You don’t like it.” His expression fell.

“No! Oh my gosh, Peter, I love it, I just…I can’t believe you would do all this for me…”

He met your eyes, his voice very serious. “I would do anything for you, (Y/N). I suppose I’ll just have to keep proving that to you.”

It truly was one of the best nights you’d had on Neverland, if not in your life, and sure enough, when midnight hit, Pan made sure he wouldn’t miss out on perhaps the most important New Year’s Eve tradition of all. And he met you under the stars to capture your lips in a sweet, tender kiss.

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Birthday

Pairing: Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader Part of the Grumpy Sunshine Series Summary: You're rubber, he's glue. You're oil, he's water. He doesn't know when to stop being an asshole, and you're just trying to make sure he has a great birthday.

You had been working together with Bucky and Sam for weeks now and despite Sam's many warnings to Bucky to be nice to you, every day Bucky got progressively more curt and agitated with you.

Sometimes he was downright mean, though you always deflected it- excused his behavior.

You'd say something about how you admired his honesty, his brashness.

Or you'd try to validate his feelings.

Then the next day, you'd do something nice for Bucky to apologize for upsetting him. It only made him even angrier.

Bucky honestly couldn't even remember what offhand comment set this argument in motion. All he knew was that he'd finally - finally done something to set you off.

"You're a pushover," he antagonizes.

"I'm not a pushover. I'm nice - there's a difference."

You're about to walk out of the room when he speaks again, "You're annoying. And you're bugging me! God, why don't you just go home? We don't need your help anymore. Seriously, don't you have a family or someone else to go annoy?"

"You don't have to be an ass," you grit, trying to calm yourself.

"Oh, so now you know a word besides awesome," he mocks you, throwing up his arms. "Maybe eventually you'll get a clue and realize that not everything in this world is awesome and sunshine and - and whatever other deluded fantasy you're trying to fool yourself into believing."

You turn sharply, feeling the painful stab of his words. "You think I don't know that? You think I don't know how much shit is in this world. How bad people can be? I know- I know it very well. I've seen it with my own two eyes. And everyday I wake up and put a smile on my face anyway. I wake up and I choose to be happy, to smile, and to be nice to people even when they don't deserve it. Because if I don't- if the world really is all shit and evil then what's the point?"

"The point?" he asks. He's completely thrown off by our outburst, if he could call it that knowing he'd provoked you. You never talked about your past or family or anything that wasn't a very surface-level topic. You didn't talk about your story or background- or lack thereof. Now that he thought about it, he didn't know anything about you.

"Yeah. Then what's the point? Why would I even bother with the world? Why would I even get out of bed in the morning? Why would I keep moving forward? I don't have anything. I don't have a family or a home or really anything. I have me- and that's it. There's no one I can call, no one I look to, I don't have a Steve- I've never had a Steve! I don't have a friend or family or anyone that even fucking vaguely knows me, so if that's the case then what's the point?"

"I-"

"You know what? No. I'm done. You don't want me to play nice? Fine. One more loss can't possibly hurt more than the rest, can it? Just let me do what I need to do. And you do what you need to do."

You take your wallet and you storm out. You're not even sure where you're going, you just can't breathe. So you walk, and walk, and walk, until everything else is just background noise.

When Sam finally comes back, he immediately notices your absence. There's no music playing, you're not in the kitchen, there's a lack of the spirit that you bring and it's all gone. As cliche as it sounds, it's quiet- too quiet. "Hey, where'd she go?"

"I dunno," Bucky mumbles after taking a long pull from his beer bottle.

"She just left?"

"Yup," he remarks, trying to make it seem like he's completely uninterested in your disappearance, when in reality he's been waiting for you to come back since he ran you out. Even by just looking at Bucky's flat expression, Sam knows that he's not getting the full story, so he calls you. "Hey, where'd you go? Everything okay?"

You clear your throat. "Yeah! I'm okay. Thank you for asking. I just need to take a break- I won't be far, just call if you need anything."

Your voice is off. Sam can hear the strain in your vocal chords, how your typical optimism and excitement sound forced, fake. "You're sure?"

"Yeah! I'm great! I have to go, but I'll be back," you promise.

When he hangs up the phone, he stares holes into the side of Bucky's head. Just by the way he's avoiding looking at him tells Sam who's the guilty party. "What did you do?"

"What makes you think I did anything?" Bucky responds, taking a large swig from his glass.

"Because you're the only person on this Earth that seems determined to drive away the sweetest, nicest person I've ever met. You're the only one that wants to make her miserable. Care to explain what you said to make her cry?"

"She was crying?" he winces.

"She sure sounded like it."

"Shit," Bucky mumbles. He really hates how guilty he feels for making you cry, but the smallest part of him wants to know what exactly it was that made you so mad. He wants to know what makes you tick, though he can't figure why he wants to know.

"You took it way too far, man. You don't have to like her- though I can't for the life of me figure out why you don't- but she does deserve your respect. After everything she's done she deserves that much. You know, I don't even want to know what you said, but when she comes back, you're going to apologize. You're going to make this right."

"Wait, what do you mean 'when she comes back'?"

"She left. She said she needed a break- from you I assume- which means I don't get my cinnamon rolls," he realizes. "Damn it, Bucky!"

"She left a plate for you on the table," Bucky says, nudging his head to the kitchen table.

Sam gestures to the plate of pastries. "How could you not like her? She make us cinnamon rolls- just to be nice!"

"So, she's really gone? Why don't we go after her?" Bucky asks, though he's not sure why he's even bothering in trying to get you back. The entire time he's been trying to get rid of you and now that you're gone, he's not sure he likes it.

"She said that she'd be close if we needed her," he says, shoving one of your pastries in his mouth. "Look I know that she's a little..."

"Soft?"

"I would not use that word," Sam scoffs. "I know she seems like 'fluff', but she's not. I don't know how she keeps a smile on her face, but she's tough. She's smart- smarter than you. And if she's gone- if she doesn't want to be found, she's not going to be."

Bucky looks at him in disbelief. "You don't think we could find her?"

"No, I don't," Sam deadpans. "She's more than what she seems, man. If you could just stop judging her for a minute, you'd see that. It's why I wanted her to come help us."

Another surprise for Bucky, his head twists in confusion. "You asked for her help?"

"What you think she just came with the safe house? Yes, I asked her to come and help us. She's an Avenger too, whether you can see that or not."

Only a a week and a half has passed, you've yet to make an reappearance yet. With each passing day, Bucky feels worse. Sam refuses to drag you back unless they really need you. You take this time to do research, to figure out your next move. You send any new information you have to Sam, and lately you're working overtime to distract yourself from the sting of Bucky's words. You weren't lying to Bucky when you said you'd seen a lot of ugly in this word, you'd seen some of the most depraved parts of humanity, and yet you refused to be a part of it. Being kind, adding kindness that the world desperately needed made life worth living for you.

There were very few things that really, truly phased you anymore, but Bucky touched a real soft spot for you. And since Bucky said those things, you couldn't bring yourself to be that person.

It wasn't until the day before Bucky's birthday that you were even considering coming back. You knew you could miss it, nobody would blame you. But after a lot of deliberation you decided that you'd hidden away long enough.

Despite his cruel words, you still make him a cake for his birthday. You do this for everyone, you reconciled. And the smallest part of you realized that if you didn't- Bucky would think that his words affected you more than they did.

So you bake the damned cake. You do the intricate frosting, the lettering, and everything else knowing that he'll probably get mad about it.

You debate leaving the cake on the kitchen table, then you think otherwise because you're worried Sam will eat it before Bucky even gets a chance to see it.

It's late when he gets back. He looks more upset than normal- then you wonder if anyone else remembered his birthday. You never said anything, but you knew better than anyone else how much a forgotten birthday stung.

"I didn't know you were back," Bucky mumbles.

"Yeah, I just got back. Last night, actually."

"It's okay, you don't have to be here if you don't want to. Sam'll probably be out until tomorrow."

You nod, but say nothing. You can feel Bucky's eyes on you as you silently walk over to the fridge and pull out the cake. Bucky freezes, he's not sure what to do with himself so he doesn't even move an inch. You place the cake in front of him. "Well, not even you deserve to be left alone on your birthday. Besides, who doesn't like birthdays?" You cringe at your own excitement, knowing how much it set Bucky off. And it makes Bucky feel even worse. He didn't want you to change, not because of him and the terrible things he'd said. "Sorry."

He shakes his head. He's not sure if it was Sam's very long and multiple lectures or your very noticeable absence, but he feels bad about the things he said. And a part of him, a part that's much bigger than he'd like to admit, missed you. "Don't be. I was being a grumpy old man. I'd blame the old age, but it was me being an ass."

"Was that a joke?" you smile.

"It was. They did exist back in my day."

"Did they?" He nods with a small smirk on his face. You pull out some candles and light them for him. "Well go ahead, blow out your candles before you ruin your cake."

It's quiet by the time you and Bucky cut the cake and you've served yourself and him a piece. "You know, this is the real reason I love birthdays," you laugh, pointing down at the cake.

"I gotta hand it to you, this is really good."

"Well, today must be a special day if Bucky Barnes is complimenting me."

"I think your birthday spirit is rubbing off on me," he chuckles. "I think I'd celebrate everyone's birthdays if I got a cake like this."

"I think Sam's is still a few months away."

"Well, what about yours?"

Your smile drops a little bit and you can't meet Bucky's eyes anymore. "I don't- uh, I don't have a birthday."

"What? Come on, everyone has a birthday!"

"I mean, I have one. Probably? I just don't know it," you shrug.

"You don't even have a guess?"

You shake your head, mouth pressed into a thin line. "No, there's no records of me. Trust me, I've looked. When I got to the Avengers, Tony and Vision could tell me how old they think I am, but..." you shrug. "God, that was depressing," you dramatically shake your head. "Definitely not birthday appropriate discussion."

Bucky's not convinced. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"No, it's- it's fine. You know, no birthday means I don't technically age which is pretty awesome, so... Yeah. It's great," you nod.

Bucky doesn't buy it for one second. He kind of feels some sort of indignation for you, he's only gotten some small pieces of the puzzle, but from what he's learned there's absolutely no reason that you should be happy or kind. He's not- he's gone through hell, he only repays to those he owes and nothing more. But you, you're not like that. It makes him feel like an even bigger asshole. "I really am sorry about the other day. I shouldn't have said what I did."

"Ah," you wave him off. "It's alright."

"It's really not."

"Well, it's your birthday. Plus, I'm not inclined to hold grudges."

"You're better than most then." You don't respond to Bucky's compliment, instead you pick at the last few bites of the cake on your plate.

You're both sitting in silence when Sam barges through the door. "Hey, look who's back! And with cake!"

You gently nudge him in the ribs. "It's Bucky's birthday, Sam. Remember?"

"Oh, yeah. Of course I remember! Happy birthday," Sam says unconvincingly.

"I'm going to head to bed, but happy birthday, James," you say, lightly resting your hand on his shoulder.

Sam doesn't miss the way Bucky's looking at you - the smile that just barely cracks on Bucky's face is so slight that anyone else would have missed it, but not Sam.

"Interesting," Sam murmurs low enough that neither you nor Bucky hear.

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hehehe thank you for the Jessica Jones ramble!!! ur sooooo right abt everything tbh. i totally think ur fine to just watch s1, like the others were fine but s1 stands alone really well. also i feel it with tennant tbh i never even liked him until he was kilgrave and its still my favorite role hes ever had

Its just, its so sad it could only happen in the lawless era of Baby Netflix because its just delicious. I think if more of marvel's ips were handled with a similar brush i might actually enjoy them. Not to say they have to all be Gritty Noirs Focused On Very Grounded Villains, but itd be nice if they really sat w their premises. I dunno if any of the movies w Steve and Bucky ever really get into that sorta thing, but theres such a depth you could get out of Steve and Bucky grappling with the future and adapting and challenging their 30s? Worldview, etc.

Tennant just did such a good job w Kilgrave. Simmons was uh terrifying lol. I realize I hadnt mentioned Trish and. Ough. Ough. I love her so much, like any good noir should elicit, I spent so much of her screentime murmuring "girl dont do this". I love her desperation and drive to help people even at her own peril. Much like Jessica, she can't help it, but unlike Jessica she's not physically strong enough to not be the damsel, so she hides in Rapunzel's pin-locked tower and learns to fight in the hopes that if the evil stepmother or a dragon comes she'll be ready. And then the dragon asks her to come in, politely, through the front door and she's so charmed by his candor that she's helpless. The entire rest of the show after Trish popped one of Simmons' pills to save Jessica, I was just looking at her like a dog eating something it's not supposed to.

"TRISH WALKER, WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN YOUR PURSE?! DROP IT RIGHT NOW! EMPTY YOUR PURSE YOUNG LADY--[MIMING PRYING HER LITTLE BAG OPEN]"

It really was like, incredible how harrowing every moment with Trish's mom was. The scene where she was trying to force Trish to purge was so hard to watch, made me cry.

And then theres Malcolm abd Robyn abd Reuben abd this isnt even getting into the deliciously toxic yuri wrt Hogarth and Pam and her ex-wife whose name I'm blanking on. Honestly this us just a testament to how beautifully female lead so much of the show felt, which really added so much punch to the themes they were tackling, especially since there were a ton of Kilgrave's victims who were men (but weren't solely the focus).

I really loved Malcolm, especially after they, blessedly, revealed that his addiction was less of some stereotypical black druggie horseshit abd that Kilgrave had just added another tool in his arsenal to keep a good guy under thumb. (To be clear whether his reasons for his addiction, he needed help and compassion, but I was wary of it as a like stock trope.) Learning he'd wanted to go into social work was gutwrenching.

I think, though, I was most impressed with Robyn and Reuben. From the outset they seemed very...Stock "Crazy" Apartment Weirdos, abd as was perhaps the intent, they made me very uncomfortable, especially with early appearances making it seem like there was some WEIRD incest going on. And then Reuben's little crush on Jessica happened and I dreaded every time he was on screen but gradually less because he was a little weirdo and more because he was so visibly a little weirdo head over heels for Jessica. I cried when he died, and I was shocked at how masterfully they made me care. And then Robyn's neuroses kept building in the background abd foreground as she desperately searched for Reuben, and even though she's absolutely weird and abrasive and perhaps needs anti-anxiety medication, she's so solidly a mourning person who was so afraid because as much as she felt like her brother couldn't survive without her (and woe, she was kinda right), she needed him. The scene in the penultimate? Episode? Of Season 1, where she sobs because his fucking charger finally came, days too late, because she told him express shipping was too expensive? Oh that crushed me and made me really gel w her very strongly as a character.

Everyone's Arcs were so good aaaaaaaaaaaaiaaaaaaa. (I love Luke Cage and i practically danced every time he was on screen. Just such a wonderfully grounded, traumatized man.)

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[pixiecola]

My Reckless Stitch, My Sweet Angel

“Loki, you’re a little bitch,” Tony growls, pacing back and forth, because there is a whole ass alien sitting in the middle of the common floor of the compound. “Where is this thing even from?” It’s a sweet little alien, and omega, just sitting cross-legged on the floor. He's got fluffy pink hair styled in space buns,huge pink and purple ears, and long pink antennas. Almost purple eyes. Freckled, rosy cheeks, and a fangy smile every time he opens his mouth. Small pink tail that's been wagging off and on since he plopped into existence on the floor. Because Loki’s a bitch who wanted to cause some chaos.

“I dunno where I’m from,” the alien giggles. “Seeee, I was created in a laboratory. But… I no know where said laboratory is from.” Everyone looks at the alien like he’s crazy. Everyone being: Tony, Natasha, Steve, Clint, and Peter. Because Thor and Loki are just shrugging like this is an everyday occurrence. And well, technically, it shouldn't be that surprising for any of them.

“Okay, you were created in a laboratory,” Tony says and nods. “Now can you tell us why you were created in a laboratory? Things aren’t just created for no reason.” He should know, with the amount of successful and failed ‘experiments’ and creations.

“Mhm!” he chirps, so spritely, his antennas even wag. “I was created with the alias of Angel, because I was supposed to sing a siren song and turn good people evil.” Which gets some highly concerned looks. “Oh don’t worry, I’ve long since been rescued and changed. And now I just calm down experiments. Gave me a new name. Oh- yeah. I’m Bucky, by the way.”

“I like him,” Loki grins. 

“Of course you like him,” Tony growls. “You summoned the bitch.”

“You’re so rude,” Bucky says, with an almost sinister glare to Tony. “He didn't summon me. Just created a rip in the space time continuum or something, and I had nothing better to do, so I jumped through it. And you are lucky that it was me! We have an angry little red alien running around wreaking havoc right now.” He sighs and lays down on the floor.

“Would have been entertaining to have that one fall out on the coffee table,” Loki snickers.

“No, it would not have been entertaining,” Tony says with a pointed look at the God- who is technically also an alien. He just looks less alien than Bucky.

“You know he’s got the same kind of ears as the double agent alien,” Clint points out. “Pink and purple rather than blue but still, similar enough.”

Bucky looks at Clint with a soft smile. “Can I meet said blue alien?”

“Nah,” Tony says, “not unless you want to get turned into some people who’d probably wanna dissect you.”

Bucky makes a face and drops it, cos shit. He’d rather not get strapped to another table for any more kinds of experiments. “Sorry, he’s probably right.” Clint shrugs. “Blue alien is an alpha and has been working with Hydra a while. Fuckin double agent bitch.” They did kinda like him. Tony formed a friendship with him, but he turned out to be a sneaky as double agent- so fuck him.

“Why so mean?” Bucky asks. “He was a bad double agent?”

“What the fuck do you think a good double agent is?” Steve asks, all low and growly, would be sexy under different circumstances.

“I don't know,” he giggles. “A double agent that's helping the good side?” 

“He’s got a fair point-

“Shut up, bitch,” Tony growls at Loki. “Ugh, I got a headache.”

“Probably because you’ve had three pots of coffee this morning and no food,” Natasha says pointedly. 

“Or it’s the pink alien that landed in the common room,” he says. Bucky hisses at him, and Tony throws a pillow at his face. “Shut up, alien 2.0.”

“Who’s 1.0?” he asks.

“The alien that summoned you,” Tony says.

“Didn’t summon him” “I jumped through the rift” Bucky and Loki say at the same time.

“Ok ok ok, I don’t care,” Tony hisses, walking away to get more coffee before he does anything else with the fuckin alien.

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 35*)

Summary: You and Steve travel back in time.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: Angst! Language! Fluff! SMUT! 18+ ONLY!

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Chapter 35: A Trip Back In Time*

Every lead for both the spectre and Bucky had gone cold, they were practically frozen. You knew you had to be missing something. So you had found a conference room with a large enough table, grabbed a few boxes and started looking through all the files. It was a long and tedious job, you had been at it for the majority of the day.

“You know you can ask JARVIS to do that” Tony says grabbing your attention.

“I know but I don’t know what I’m looking for so how can I ask JARVIS” you sigh pulling another file out from the box.

“Fair enough it would make it quicker though, we have all of these digitised” he points out as he walks into room picking up a file.

“Maybe but call me old fashioned but I have trust issues with tech, it’s evil, no offence JARVIS” you shrug.

“None taken miss” the AI responds.

“So you found anything?” Tony asks sitting down.

“Not yet, honestly I don’t get how it even got stolen in the first place it would be the first thing I’d secure” you sigh leaning back in your chair.

“Well there was a mix up in the records, after New York SHIELD had it they sent it to DC, but DC had it in their records that it went to a storage facility in New Jersey, who themselves thought DC had it” Tony explains making you furrow your brows.

“How did that even happen?” You ask confused.

“I dunno but it meant we had to go by process of elimination by time we cleared all three sites its was gone” Tony sighs shaking his head.

“Wait so for the last 2 years nobody actually knew where it was” you ask sitting up.

“Guess so” Tony says with a shrug of his shoulders.

“What if it was taken before SHIELD even fell?” You say thinking out loud.

“Wouldn’t Fury have noticed?” Tony asks.

“Not if Pierce was the one pulling the strings” you say starting to look in the files.

“That means it was most likely taken when it was ‘transported’ from New York, JARVIS pull up the transport record” Tony says.

“Right away Sir” JARVIS says pulling up the records on the holographic screen.

“Strike team” you sigh in annoyance when the photos appear.

“Who’s that guy?” Tony asks pointing to the guy with the monocle.

“Wolfgang von Strucker” JARVIS answers.

“Here we go” you say pulling out the file you were looking for “he worked under STATION”

“STATION?” Tony questions.

“Yeah the um, Scientific Training and Tactical Intelligence Operative Network” you tell him.

“What is it with SHIELD and their acronyms” Tony mutters.

“I dunno but on his file it says he got transferred out of SHIELD a year or so after New York” you say reading the file.

“Does it say where?” Tony asks.

“No Pierce must have wiped it clean” you sigh in annoyance.

“Well at least we know who we’re looking for” Tony offers.

“If he even still has it, it’s been over a year he could have passed it on to someone” you point out.

“Then we’ll make him tell us where, you’ve done a good job Elsa” Tony says standing up.

“Who?” You ask confused.

“It’s a movie, she’s got ice powers” Tony explains.

“Oh okay” you say nodding your head slowly.

“Hey have you seen Steve today?” Tony asks as he walks out.

“No actually I haven’t, he went out for his run before I woke up and I haven’t seen him since” you say suddenly realising how little you’d seen him.

“Oh okay, I just wanted to see how he was considering what tomorrow is” Tony says.

“Tomorrow?” You ask confused.

“Yeah isn’t it Barnes’ birthday tomorrow?” Tony asks.

“Shit yeah it is, completely slipped my mind, thanks Tony” you say quickly packing up the files spread over the table.

Once you had tidied up the mess you made you set about trying to find Steve. First you checked the gyms but found them empty. Then you checked your room but nothing, same with the communal spaces. You were starting to think you were just missing him, and were going round in circles.

In the end you found him in the last place you checked. Stepping out onto the roof you found him sat with his feet up on the bench sketch book resting on his lap.

“Hey, been looking all over for you” you say gently, placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Hm? Oh sorry just thought I’d get some peace and quiet” he says moving his feet so you could sit down.

“That’s okay, this place gets hectic” you say as you sit down.

You glance over at his drawing of the view of New York from the tower “that’s incredible” you say nodding down at his sketch.

“Thanks, the perspective is a little off” he says with a small shrug of his shoulders “what have you been up to today?”

“Trying to find leads on the sceptre” you tell him as he flips his sketchbook closed.

“Find anything?” He asks.

“Hopefully, we think maybe the sceptre was stolen by this guy called Strucker before SHIELD even fell” you tell him making him furrow his brows in confusion.

“How?” He asks.

“There’s a mix up in transport records, different bases thought the others has it, Strike along with Strucker transported it, about a year after the battle of New York Strucker was transferred to an undisclosed location” you explain.

Steve sighs deeply shaking his head “well that’s frustrating to say the least, but well done it’s a step closer to finally getting it back” he says moving his arm to wrap around your shoulders.

“Thanks, but the main reason I was looking for you was to make sure you were okay” you say earning a deep sigh from him, already knowing what you meant.

“I don’t know, I guess I just feel guilty” he sighs shaking his head.

“Guilty that you haven’t found him?” You ask reaching out to take his hand.

“That, and I just keep thinking about my life back in the 40s and I feel bad because I should be moving on and thinking about my life here with you” Steve admits shaking his head.

“You shouldn’t feel guilty about that, you can move on and still reminisce about your past, you don’t have to pick just one” you tell him squeezing his hand reassuringly.

“Really?” He asks uncertainty clear in his voice.

“Definitely, our past makes us who we are, we can never grow if we don’t look at our past for help with our future” you tell him.

He smiles gently before pulling you closer and kissing the top of your head.

“Thank you doll, that really helps” he smiles.

“It’s nothing and remember whatever happens tomorrow I’m here for you okay, through thick and thin” you say looking up at him.

“Thank you” he sighs before kissing you.

A week later you were deep in the closer you and Steve shared searching for the perfect outfit. Not for you, you were already sorted. For him.

“Doll why has my diary for tomorrow been completely cleared” you hear Steve say as he walks into your room.

“Because we are going out tonight and you deserve a day off” you say poking your head out of the closet.

“Where we going?” Steve asks sliding is phone into his back pocket.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out, now go puts this on” you tell him passing him the clothes you picked out.

Steve raises a brow at you but doesn’t say anything just moving to go get changed. While he did so you got changed into the dress you’d set aside for yourself. You were just applying some red lipstick when Steve stepped out of the bathroom.

“Doll, why am I wearing this? I thought it looked old fashioned?” Steve says looking down at his outfit which consisted of some of his old clothes from before New York.

When he finally looked up and saw you his jaw dropped as he looked over at you in amazement. His eyes scanning you up and down taking in the vintage red A-Line dress you wore

“Whoa doll, you look incredible” he mutters shaking his head in disbelief.

“Well without giving too much away, I have discovered time travel and we need to fit in” you smirk as you walk over to him, making him look down at you confused.

“Time travel isn’t possible” he says with an amused grin.

“I know” you shrug your shoulders making him laugh.

“C’mon we better go” you smile taking his hand.

You gave the address to Steve and he drove the two of you out of Manhattan and into Brooklyn. When he parked up you could see he was still confused as to what was going on so you grabbed his hand led him inside.

As you stepped inside the hall it was like you fell through a wormhole back to the 40s. The entire hall was decorated like it would have been in the forties, there was music from that era playing and people dancing.

You looked up at Steve too see him even more shocked and astounded as he looked around his room. He was completely lost for words, he was silent for so long you were starting to get worried.

“Hey you okay?” You ask gently putting a hand on his arm.

“Doll this is incredible, how did you find this place?” Steve says shaking his head in disbelief.

“Little internet research, apparently there’s quite a few people who think the 40s was one of the best decades” you explain “and since you told me that you didn’t get to dance much back then I thought you’d love the opportunity”

Steve turns to you and you could see him smile down at you, his eyes glassy as he held back tears.

“Doll this is amazing, you’re amazing” he sighs cupping your cheek and pressing his lips to yours.

“It was nothing, now why don’t you show me how to dance” you say making him laugh.

“I’ll try but I wasn’t the best myself” he chuckles.

“May I have this dance?” He smirks holding out his arm.

“Of course” you smile linking your arm in his allowing him to lead you onto the dance floor.

He gently directs you as to where to put your hands and how to move. The two of you start off slow but as you found your footing you sped up dancing along to the beat of the music.

Whenever you looked up at Steve you could see nothing but pure enjoyment on his face. Whenever he saw you looking up at him his grin would grow and he’d lean down and kiss you.

You two had taken a break, sitting down at one of the tables dotted around the room. But when Steve’s favourite song came on, he grabbed your hand and led you back onto the dance floor.

You had one hand over his shoulder the other resting on his chest over his heart. He had one arm around your waist the other wrapping around you hand on his chest. He head rested on top of your and you could hear him quietly humming along to the music.

“You’re actually a really good dancer” you tell him quietly as you sway back and forth.

“How come you didn’t dance more in the 40s” you ask him.

He looks down at you smiling “was waiting on the right partner” he smiles.

“you found them?” You ask with a smirk.

“Definitely, wish it didn’t take me 3 years to dance with her though” he smirks.

You smile up at him “she doesn’t mind” you tell him.

“God I fucking love you” he smiles with a gently shake of his head.

“I love you too” you smile as he cups your cheek lifting your lips to his.

When Steve pulled away he kissed your forehead before resting his head on top of yours once more. Humming quietly again as the two of you swayed back and forth.

Far too soon the last song was played and everyone made their way out. Steve wrapped his hand around yours as the two of you stepped back out onto the street, back into the modern world.

“I kinda don’t want this night to end” you sigh as you slowly walk back to the car.

“Who says it has to?” Steve smirks “I know a place nearby we could go”

He leads you past the car and down a couple blocks before stopping outside a diner.

“It’s technically 50s themed but close enough” he says as he opens to door for you.

As you step inside you take in the atmosphere. You could hear songs you recognised from artists like Elvis. The checkerboard floor was bright and shiny. There walls were lined with red leather booths, the counter with red leather stools. It was exactly like you’d seen it in the movies.

“C’mon lets grab a bite to eat” Steve smiles leading you over to a booth.

“Considering your expert what should I order?” You smirk as you look over the menu.

“Well whenever buck dragged me out on a double date, we’d usually get burgers, the gals would typically get a side of fries to share” Steve explains reaching over the table to take your hand in his.

“Only fries! That’s not gonna do, I need a burger and maybe a milkshake” you exclaim shaking your earning a wide grin from Steve.

“Coming right up” he smiles flagging down the waitress.

Since there was barely anyone else in the diner your order arrived in record time. Two large cheeseburgers and fries being placed down in front of you. You could tell just by looking at it that it was the right kind of burger, the perfect amount of grease, cheese melted perfectly.

When you took a bite the flavour exploded in your mouth. You instantly dropped your shoulders, closed your eyes and let a small involuntary moan.

“Now that’s something I haven’t heard outside of our bedroom” you hear Steve say quietly.

Your eyes instantly snap open and catch sight of Steve looking over at you with a shit eating grin on his face. A cheeky glint in his eyes.

“Steven!” You exclaim shaking your head laughing at him.

He just shrugs his shoulders grinning over at you. This was easily your favourite side of Steve. The cheeky playful side, the side the others didn’t get to see often, and the one the world never saw. He wasn’t some boy scout who was prude and baulked at swearing. Behind closed doors he was the complete opposite, he probably swore more than Stark.

You decide in that exact moment to play him at his own game. You stretch your foot out, running it up and down his leg.

“Well… if you play your cards right you’ll hear it again later” you smirk.

He raises a brow at you taking a sip of his milkshake “oh really?”

“Yeah I have America’s ass right in front of me, I can’t not take that opportunity” you smirk.

“You still calling it that?” He laughs shaking his head.

“Yep, but don’t worry I won’t tell a soul, it’ll be our little secret” you smirk making him smile over at you.

“I appreciate that, got a reputation to uphold” he smirks.

“Yes because the world cannot possibly know that Cap isn’t the boy scout everyone thinks he is” you say sarcastically.

“It would be world ending” Steve smirks shaking his head.

“Like me being afraid of heights, or ice and fire” you say making him laugh.

“The fabric of reality would tear itself apart” he chuckles.

The two of you continued chatting and joking around as you ate your food, until you were well and truly stuffed. You were sat back resting against the back of the booth. You were looking out and around at the diner when Steve told you to freeze.

“Huh?” You ask confused.

“No stop, go back to looking around” he tells you and you spot him pull a pencil from his pocket and grab a napkin.

You smile knowing exactly what he was gonna do now and do what you were told. You make yourself comfortable moving to rest your chin on your hand looking back out at the diner. You mind started to wander and soon your got lost in your thoughts. You weren’t sure how much time had passed but soon Steve gently tapped your foot with his own grabbing your attention.

He slides the napkin over the table at you, and you can see the amazing sketch he’d done of you. It was incredible you could hardly believe it was you.

“Stevie this is incredible, it’s beautiful” you gasp quietly.

“You’re beautiful, I don’t think I captured it perfectly” he says with a small shrug of his shoulders.

“No this this is amazing, it’s perfect” you say reaching over to take his hand squeezing it.

“I’m glad you like it” he smiles folding the napkin up and sliding it in his pocket.

“I love it, I love you” you sigh leaning over to table to kiss him.

“Shall we get out of here?” He asks.

You nod your head and allow him to lead you back outside. When you stepped outside he instantly placed his jacket over your shoulders even though you weren’t that cold.

On the car ride back to the tower Steve didn’t let go of your hand once. Lifting it up to his lips so many times you had lost count. His thumb would gently rub against yours.

When you got back to the to the tower, Steve took your hand straight away. As you walked from the garage to the elevator you noticed Steve seemed restless. In the elevator his fingers were drumming against his leg, he rocked back and forth on his feet.

“You okay?” You ask him with a small chuckle.

“Yeah I’m perfect” he smiles his fidgeting still persisting.

You soon found out the cause of his fidgeting when he shut the door to your room behind you. Before you had a chance to work out what was going on, Steve had pulled you turning you towards him. One hand gripped your hip tightly while the other cupped your cheek. He pulled you into his embrace his lips crashing hungrily against yours.

You gasp in surprise but quickly melted into the kiss your hands on his chest soon moved up and around his neck. Your fingers move up into his hair pulling gently. You smirk into the kiss when he groans quietly.

He turns you around walking you back towards the wall. His hands grip your hips tightly pulling them against his own, his erection making itself known. Your hands run down his chest finding his belt buckle and pulling it loose. His hands move under the skirt of your dress finding your panties and quickly discarding them. His hands so join yours helping you push his trousers down.

He then picked you up wrapping your legs around his waist, his hands splayed across your back keeping you steady. You drop your head back as he started kissing your jawline and neck. You can feel his erection pressing up against your core, teasing you.

“Stevie please” you moan wanting to feel him.

You feel his lips smirk against your skin as his moves to look at you. He nudges his nose against yours before kissing your passionately. He picks you up slightly before lowering you down onto him. The two of you moaning at the sensation. Steve stills for a moment before he starts thrusting up into you.

Moans, gasps and curses fall from both your lips with every thrust. You grasp onto Steve’s back dropping your head into the crook of his neck. You start kissing and nipping at his neck earning groans from him. When you kiss his jawline he moves his head, his lips hungrily finding yours. You can feel the familiar feeling of the coil tightening in your core.

“Steve, I’m close” you gasp throwing your head back.

“Let go, I’ve got you” he mumbles as he presses a kiss to your pulse point.

At that sensation you fall apart with a loud moan. Steve continues to snap his hips up into you as you ride through your orgasm.

“Fuck” he groans as his hips stutters and his own orgasm rolls through his body.

The two of you stay there as you came down from your highs. Steve repositions your arms over his shoulders before moving the two of you over to the bed. Gently lying you down, brushing hair that had fallen over your face out the way. He smiles down at you as you reach up to cup his cheek.

“I love you” you smile.

“I love you more” he smiles.

“Impossible” you chuckle bringing his lips down to yours for a sweet kiss.

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[joy-returns-in-the-morning]

I read a lot of Captain America fanfiction last year. People have written some pretty amazing stuff! But also. I disagreed with Steve's characterization like 90% of the time. 🙈😅😂 With those kind of statistics, am I the one who's wrong??

I don't know but I'm tired of holding it in. I need to complain about this or I'll lose my mind. This is just my own personal opinion of course etc etc.

Anyway here is a list of things that annoy me in Captain America fanfiction

- When Steve is Soo depressed that all he does is mope around crying about Bucky and never does a single useful thing. Look I understand that he's kind of in a rough place, with everybody he ever knew being dead and all and I get that even the best of us can get depressed and there's nothing wrong with exploring this. But I dunno. I kinda just want to read a fic where he's well-adjusted for once.

- There is this trope where after CATWS Steve and/or Bucky go around killing endless mooks in HYDRA bases. I understand it's necessary for them to have something to do but. I just have serious questions about the legality of the situation. If you go to a foreign country and you kill a citizen of that country, that's still murder and, I think, illegal, even if that citizen is a terrorist or a neo-nazi or something. You can't just do that, right? Bucky can get away with it maybe, being in a gray zone of legal existence himself, but not Steve. And either way.... YES they are HYDRA and they are EVIL but nonetheless, they are still human, in the end? How is HYDRA recruiting all these people anyways? That's probably a thing they should be worried about, rather than just blowing up bases, idk.

- That particular genre of Bucky Recovery fic where they spend the whole time doing absolutely nothing but Help Bucky Recover. Like they just sit there in Steve's apartment or wherever. But look we all lived through the pandemic, staying in the same room doing nothing all day is not going to do wonders for anybody's mental health. How can they stand it? Go touch some grass.

- Similarly, when Steve has no life outside Bucky. I guess I'm not really a big fan of codependent relationships in general. But like, okay sure Bucky is your world your home your everything your silly rabbit that's great but personally I think it's sort of a shallow world if all you care about is one person. Take a look around you! The world is full of so many other things worth fighting for. Help Bucky, sure, but that shouldn't be the only thing going on in Steve's life. Get some hobbies man. Talk to your neighbours. Use your clout to make positive political change. Idk. He's Captain America why does he act like he has literally nothing better to do than sit around watching Bucky like he's a freshly painted wall.

- When Steve refuses to accept that Bucky doesn't remember him and hangs around Bucky like a rejected puppy. First of all, I think Steve is intelligent enough to accept that Bucky's not going to be the same after everything. And secondly, I think that he respects people autonomy enough to not force himself into Bucky's life. Give him a little credit, come on.

- When they take in Bucky after CATWS and put him in a blank white room he can't leave, all to help him "recover" and everyone is totally okay with that. Like guys do you not realize how you are treating him? Surely there must be a better way to rehabilitate him. Steve, at the very least, should be advocating for something better. Yeah I get that the Winter Soldier's soooo dangerous but so is the Hulk and they let Bruce walk around just fine. 🙄 They should at least realize what they are doing is kind of messed up

- It's not that I don't think Tony is allowed to be angry that Bucky killed his parents. It's just that, personally, I think his relationship with his parents is a little complicated, and so his reaction too, will be complicated and also likely different depending on the circumstances. People probably feel that because canonically he flew into a rage that's what will always happen, but that doesn't have to be the case!

- when they are in Wakanda and it's treated like some kind of extended vacation home. This isn't a hotel, it's a completely other county with its own issues and cultures and that should be addressed. Similarly, it's cute when Bucky and Shuri become friends but honestly I think she has waaaay too many other things to do that he barely tops her priorities. Like he's not That important. He's just some white dude.

- When Bucky EXPLICITLY asks not to be called Bucky but Steve keeps doing it.

- When Steve is portrayed as this incompetent idiot who always rushes into things without thinking and Bucky's the only brain cell of the operation. I just think that Captain America should be at least a little bit cool, you know. He should be the kind of person you can't help but admire. He should do something good and true every now and then. He's a superhero! I want to see him do something heroic! In some stories he's just so lame it drives me up the wall.

#mcu #captain america #please forgive my extreme pettyness #there's no accounting for taste i suppose #but these tropes are just not for me 🤷‍♀️

[demonsfate]

Streets are saying they will reveal Reina at the Tokyo Game Show. It's joever. Jin will have to deal with ANOTHER family member whose father is Heihachi lmao.

It seems people think this because "she's Japanese so they'll reveal her at a Japanese event" lmao. Because they were right about Steve at an England event, right? /sarcasm. I dunno about the previous games, but as of now... I think they only did that with Lili. And fans just think that means they're gonna show the character of whatever event's nationality.

They do say new challenger, but people are discussing if it's only gonna be one or two characters. I'm honestly HOPING it'll be two, buuuuuut... it'll probably just be one. So, it can still very well be Reina (I just don't think it being a "Japanese" event is a certainty it'll be Reina tho) or it'll be Victor, Alisa, or Lee. I'm honestly hoping it'll be Alisa just 'cos she's one of my mains and I'd love to see what she looks like in it!!!! Although, y'all know I'm itching MOST for DJ. But... that's something I do agree with the fandom on, DJ will probably be last to be revealed, or he'll be revealed with the rest of the cast should they reveal multiples at once like they did with Steve, Kuma, Yoshi, etc.

Or who knows, maybe they'll reveal one new character, and give us a proper trailer for one of the others that have been revealed already.

But like the more Mishimas they keep bringing in, the funnier Tekken 4 becomes. Like Jin was hellbent on killing all the Mishimas - which he thought was Heihachi, Kazuya, and himself. Imagine if Jun didn't convince him otherwise, imagine if Jin was successful. That would mean: Jinpachi would later appear and if nobody stopped him, the world may have ended. There's also Lars AND Reina which are also a part of the Mishima bloodline. Who knows, there may be MORE Mishimas out there. So, Jin would've killed himself and then not even come close to completing his goals lmao jin's a dumbass.

It does make me wonder, though. Jin's desire to destroy the bloodline was mostly a trauma response - after being betrayed / killed by Heihachi. Then he likely found out more about his father, Kazuya - and all the bad things Kazuya's done. And of course, also finding out he has the devil gene. But like... in Jin's rage and trauma... had he found out about the existence of Lars and Reina, would they have convinced him that the family line is not evil by then, or would he have been so blinded... that he would've thought they were bad by default, too? (Though Reina might be bad, we know nothing about her character so far!)

#✏️ - ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ // (ooc) #✏️ - ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ? // (inbox)

[petersbaby]

Makeup- a steddie oneshot

A/N: this is the first time I’ve ever actually written anything as far as male on male goes so my wording may sound a little awkward. Forgive me if it’s a little cringey lol

I TRIED

Warnings: oral m receiving, cum and spit >:)

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“Do I fuckin’ look like I know how to do this? Your expectations are too high.” Steve reprimands the boy beneath him. Sitting on his boyfriends lap, he’s attempting to put eyeliner on him after he begged him to try, citing that he was too scared because he was clumsy and would probably hurt himself.

Steve’s touch was gentle, careful. He did everything with delicate precision, and Eddie knew that. It made him the perfect candidate to do makeup. It wasn’t something Steve had ever done before, but he knew it would make his little rockstar boy happy so he obliged.

This was before Eddie evidently started showing signs of ADHD activity, antics that Steve put up with because he loved him but a lot of the time it was like babysitting a child. A very mischievous and evil child. He sat quietly for a little while, getting one eye done before he had the urge to move around.

“Quit squirming.” Steve demands and Eddie wriggles beneath him, basically forgetting what they were doing and deciding to start trying to tickle him. His grabby hands reach to Steve’s hips and he immediately responds, swatting his hands away. “Stopit.” He commands hastily, words stuck together. He goes back in to try again, and gets tickled again.

“Stop. It. You’re gonna make me poke your eye out.”

Eddie giggles, nodding as though he’d learned his lesson. He holds his hands up as if in surrender. He stays still for a minute and Steve sighs out of relief. Eddie drops his hands, folding them on his chest and trying to keep them to himself while Steve leans in and does his other eye. Soon, though, his underarms are viciously attacked by Eddie’s tickly fingers and he jumps off of him and runs away.

“STOP IT” Steve yells for mercy, attempting to flee from his grasp with the pencil still in his hand. “You’re crazy right now.” He takes a moment to catch his breath, hands on his hips standing in the doorway.

“You wouldn’t like it very much at all if I ambushed you out of nowhere like that, would you? And kept going even after I warned you to stop a million times?”

“I dunno, maybe I would.” He shrugs. “Come back, pleeeease.”

“No. I don’t trust you right now.” He states, looking at Eddie with that devious grin evident on his face.

“Come on. Promise.” He gives Steve his giant brown puppy dog eyes. “Won’t tickle you, really.”

Steve rolls his eyes, he hates the way he can’t say no to him, but returns anyway to his previous spot on Eddie’s lap. Straddling him, he watches as his hands ran up and down the tops of his thighs tenderly a few times then moving up.

“Watch it, munson.” He warns, ready to kill him if he tries again.

“I’m watchin’ it, pretty boy.”

His hands find his waist, gripping both sides hard and pushing him down against him in the process. Steve’s heart starts to pound, already forgetting about the behavior from a few minutes ago.

“C’mere.” Eddie makes a kissy face with his lips and Steve leans forward, connecting both pairs. It starts out tender and sweet, maybe even gentle, but takes a turn when Eddie parts his lips. This successfully deepens the kiss, encouraging Steve to open his mouth as well.

Once he did, Eddie’s tongue found its place inside, right against his. It’s hard and sloppy, mostly tongue and saliva, but the type of kiss that takes the breath right out of their lungs until they’re panting messes but refusing to come apart for air.

“Fuck.” Eddie whispers into his mouth, grinding Steves ass down onto him again and allowing him to feel how hard he was for him. Just for him. “You feel that, Stevie?”

“Mhm.”

The moment he felt it, he was fully submitted. Now he needs it, needs to really feel it.

“I haven’t been very good so far today, dontcha think? I should try to make it up to you, yeah?”

Steve swallows so hard his Adam’s apple moves visibly and timidly but eagerly nods his head. So sweet, so nervous. He wasn’t ever one to call the shots, he wasn’t sure if he could even pretend to be the more dominant one. Telling EDDIE what to do??

Eddie can sense that he’s thinking about this, so he gives him some instructions. Steve loves when he tells him what to do, he can’t help it.

“Lay back.” He instructs him, and Steve nods again, but this time as if to say ‘whatever you want’. He climbs off Eddie’s lap to settle down in the bed. He relaxes, his head falling back into the pillows. Eddie climbs on top of him, licking and nibbling at his ear then going down leaving sloppy, determined kisses all over his neck. The second Eddie’s mouth met his skin, he was a goner, immediately feeling his erection grow.

Eddie reaches down to grab it through the fabric of the sweatpants, and Steve gasps. Eddie smiles at this, finding amusement in how sensitive he is. He stays there for a while, licking, kissing, and sucking on his neck and throat. He leaves a couple of deep purple hickeys down closer to his shoulder. Steve would be mad about it later, but that was okay. He pulls away from the place he was attached to the other boy like a leech and starts moving down.

Wasting no more time, he tugs the waistband of his sweatpants and Steve lifts his ass up the assist in removing them. After that, he’s left in his underwear and t shirt. Eddie starts to worship his cock, kissing it over the fabric where the outline was readily evident and taking extra time and care to tease the tip in particular. Steve is impatient, and starts to whine.

“Alright, alright.” Eddie soothes, tugging his boxers off now. “So needy. You need me, huh?” He teases, and waits for an answer which he didn’t get. He starts to place ever so delicate kitten licks to the tip of his cock but doing nothing forward until he breaks.

“Yes, god, I need you. Need you, please.” He whines.

“Good boy. Using your words.” He encourages.

He takes the tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and sucking gently. Steve immediately falls apart, little moans spilling from his mouth. He takes him deeper with ease, soon feeling him hit the back of his throat.

“Oh my god, holy shit” Steve moans out, hand finding a place in Eddies hair and starting to push him down even further. This time, he gags a little, Steve taking a little bit of control in helping guide Eddie’s head up and down at the perfect pace, as deep as he could take it.

Steve’s eyes roll into the back of his head and they stay there, possibly stuck that way forever. He squeezes them shut, throwing his head back as the dark-haired boy does everything he can with every bit of energy he has to build him up to what he’d hope to be an insanely intense orgasm. Steve holds a fistful of long, curly hair, pulling on it while he pants into the suddenly muggy and warm air surrounding them. This sting, this little bit of pain was Eddie’s favorite and he moaned around the cock in his mouth.

The vibration through his whole body sends Steve over the edge, the only notice he has time to give is a few desperate whimpers before he cums, harder than he has in a long time. Eddie continues to suck him throughout the process, only releasing him once Steve’s legs were shaking. When he notices this, he comes up and immediately brings both hands to rest firmly on the top of Steve’s thighs to try and soothe them, help him be still again.

“Good?”

“So good.” He lays back, eyes blown out and appearing somewhere far away, but eventually coming fully back to earth.

“Wait. Did you-“

Eddie sticks his tongue out to show his mouth empty.

“You know I did, Harrington. Tasted so good, too.” He said proudly, making Steve blush out of shyness.

He climbs up to the top part of the bed where Steve lay, capturing his lips in a kiss. It’s tender, and it lasts for more than a few moments, both just relishing in the searing way their mouths connect and move together.

“Open, baby.” Eddie instructs, and Steve immediately complies, looking up at him in submission. The boy on top lets a good amount of saliva pool in his mouth before gently letting it fall from his mouth and into the one waiting openly below.

After swallowing it, Steve makes a funny face.

“What?” He asks, concerned. Making Steve upset or crossing a boundary or pushing him too far was among Eddie’s biggest fears.

“That did not taste good. You’re a liar.”

He smiles, worries melting away.

“It did to me” he said, shrugging. He gets off of Steve and tries to start to head towards his closet, but is stopped. He was about to grab a change of clothes, hoping Steve wouldn’t question him or think twice.

But alas, Steve had realized that he didn’t pay Eddie back, didn’t get him off too, so he reaches down to wrap his hand around his clothed erection. He was ready to get him undressed, to pull it out and make him feel good, and Eddie tries to warn him before it’s too late and the only thing his fingers find is a considerably sized damp spot.

“Yeah…” Eddie comments awkwardly.

“Oh.” Steve replies, eyes scanning down his body then back up to his pretty smiling face.

“You wanna take a shower, big boy?”

Steve nods, jumping up out of the bed to follow him to the bathroom.

#good god #i’m so sorry #steddie smut #eddie munson #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #eddie munson smut #steddie brainrot #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things

[samgelina-jolie]

honestly out of all the steddie aus ive seen i haven't seen an enchanted!steddie au!

I was thinking of Steve as a prince version of Gisselle. Ik you could say Edward but i think him and Nancy kinda line up more. So him and Nancy are the animated characters, and they were gonna get married until _____ pushes Steve in the well to stop the wedding (im a bit too drunk to try figure out who the evil queen would be but i kinda think Karen would do it with proper motivation lmao) ((VECNA?? maybe))

So Steves transported to Hawkins, where he meets Eddie and his daughter Max. And then he meets Eddie's best friend Robin. (Honestly at this point i'm thinking Steve could be Derek? I dunno it could go a whole lot of ways really but i think Steve kinda fits with the animated character's naive love thing so thats what i'm goin with)

Nancy comes along looking for Steve, equally as confused. With Karen/Vecna's henchman Billy (I think that works either way) and he's trying to kill Steve bc plot.

Im a bit too far along to do much with this I'm loosing

CHIP IS DUSTIN! Thats my final thought goodnight folks x

#feel free to carry this on pls #theres a woman called nancy in it! #im a little buzzed and im watchin mamma mia and enchanted cause i jave taste!! #lemme try tag this #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #max mayfield #dustin henderson #steddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steddie au #ronance #shoudl i tag them? sorry if not #random #jen rambles #show: stranger things #ch: steve harrington #ch: eddie munson

[abnerkrill]

77 for the Spotify Wrapped ficlets but I couldn’t choose a ship so dealer’s choice!

you got holy (til you let me go) by rina sawayama and WHO ELSE could i write this for but steve/eddie!!

fluffy with a little bit of emotional hurt/comfort. tw period typical homophobia mentions. got a little bit away from meeee but that's life <3

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"uh, they all think i'm evil, but it's fine," is what eddie says, only half flippant, when steve asks him if everything's cool with him.

which—is not maybe what he should've said. normally he brushes it off because he enjoys playing devil-may-care for a shocked crowd of onlookers. because it's satisfying to get a rise out of them. because shock is usually an adequate substitute for, dunno, actually feeling like he belongs?

with steve, though, eddie wants him to understand—somehow, if it's even possible—that there are things that can puncture even his thick skin. case in point: for the hundredth time since the town's satanic panic kick started, parents have hid their kids and rapidly left when he entered the library. even the library, which used to be such a sanctuary—! the world's fucked up, he knows this, the world hates freaks like him, but can't he have anything?

"i'm sorry," steve says quietly. then, after a moment, a little awkwardly: "is there anything i can do?"

"can you rewrite two thousand years of history?" he snaps. it's a little quick and mean, which he didn't intend but is kind of his default state. prickly, like a cactus, so he doesn't get fucking eaten. he flops down on the couch next to steve.

very tentatively—since this thing between them is very new and fragile—steve reaches for him, brushes his arm at first before settling it on him. "hey," steve says, with such genuine kindness that eddie's suddenly torn between getting more mad because he's so darn nice, and just melting.

he goes with melting, because it's easier and he doesn't wanna be mean to steve, and closes his eyes and settles into his—well, he can't really say boyfriend if they haven't really talked about it, but maybe later, once they actually do? yeah. once they actually talk.

"you're not evil, babe," steve says, affection suffusing his voice, "i swear, you're nicer than all the kids i grew up with even if they were raised right or whatever. you cared enough to do the right thing when so many people wouldn't have wanted to. i'm so glad i got to meet you."

eddie squirms a little under the scrutiny. and the babe. "oh, stop it," he says, half-drawling, trying to be funny to throw harrington off his scent. "i'm guilty of plenty."

"not of anything actually bad," steve says softly, dropping his hand to eddie's. "not of anything that matters. not of anything—" here he takes in a shallow breath—"anything i haven't done too, or nearly."

eddie cracks his eyes open at steve. "you sure about that?" he asks dubiously.

steve shrugs, half-grinning. "i mean, all the underage drinking and smoking and stuff, i did it too. and um—" he twines their fingers together purposefully. "if this is wrong, we're both wrong. or if it's right, we're both right. so if you're to blame for anything, i am too." he pauses before adding: "i have even played dungeons and dragons with you, so i guess if you're a satanist i'm some... acolyte or whatever."

eddie laughs, delighted that at least one dungeons and dragons term has made its way into steve's vocabulary. "my acolyte?" he teases.

steve blushes a little. "that's a... dungeons and dragons thing, right?"

"sure," eddie says, "it's a thing," and yanks steve into a semi-aggressive hug before he can pause to think too much about it, burying his face in his neck. he's done feeling sorry for himself today. he's decided that he will make out with steve and feel great about it, to hell with anyone who thinks this is wrong. it's steve and him. it's amazing. if he knows anything, he knows he's happy here, and that's more than enough.

#firstelevens #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #spotify wrapped #stranger things

[riosnecktattoo]

Can u share why you didn't like s4 of stranger things as much? It wasn't my favorite either so glad to see I'm not the only one lol 🏃🏼‍♀️😕

sure! i'll pop my thoughts below a cut and try to be concise

firstly i would say that i think Stranger Things has incredible sound design, editing, cinematography, music and that the majority of the acting is amazing. I actually also enjoyed lots of moments in S4 and I think episode 9 had some spectacular scenes.

BUT overall I found the season boring, overbloated with too many characters and plots which meant every plot and many characters felt thin to me, despite the literally absurd episode runtimes.

I felt this free-rein vibe the Duffer Brothers seemed to have earned from netflix was a huge hindrance. The episodes ranged from 1 hour to 2hrs 30 minutes like?!?!? The pacing was hell. Stretching out your episodes so I don't have a sense of rhythm or urgency episode to episode makes me bored. I fell asleep often and I do not fall asleep for TV shows.

Hopper was my favourite character before but the entire Russia plot was stupid. Like so boring. I think David Harbor is wonderful but he acted opposite actors he had no chemistry with for 7 episodes. It was painfully dull at times (this is where I mostly fell asleep) And while i am obviously glad he's alive I thought it completely cheapened the S3 finale and made it very clear that the S3 finale was done simply as an easy way to make people cry a lot. Not sure how anyone can rewatch that and enjoy it/invest in it emotionally when you know you're being manipulated because S4 just undoes it all by him jumping over a railing?!?! It's embarrassing. And then his S4 plot had zero tension and zero intesting characters. The trailer showed him fighting a Demogorgon which didn't happen til Ep 7 so I felt nothing for that whole arc. He escaped from the same prison 3 times 🙃

I also love Joyce and don't enjoy how her character has gone from the emotionally rich cornerstone and LEAD of the show to almost just comic relief? I felt like this worked more in S3 opposite David Harbor because they have actual chemistry but she spent the ENTIRETY of S4 opposite Murray who I don't enjoy her with. Like he works in small doses but he's been erring on slapstick for a while now (not the actors fault I think he's very talented but that's what he's given)

Mike did nothing all season. He's the heart of the group? Okay...where? Show me? Johnathan did nothing all season. Will, my beloved, yet again, did nothing. I think Noah Schnapp is a wonderful actor, one of my fave kid actors on the show, I'm just very over how they've been using Will for two seasons.

I felt like Eleven's whole plot was drawn out and not that interesting. She found out Brenner was evil. Something we......knew in season 1. I dunno I just feel like they don't actually know where to go with Eleven like they've plateaud and now we just rehash the same thing over and over.

There are scenes and things I think are stunningly well done and I loved the Steve/Nancy/Robin/Eddie stuff they were a great bunch and Eddie was a fantastic addition but overall I think it's the weakest season.

#asks

[rmpmw]

So Steve Dowling, our PR guy, comes in to see me in a panic. He says he’s got Howard Stern and Daniel Carver from the Ku Klux Klan on the phone and they’re insisting on talking to me, and Dowling says, Steve, I’m sorry, but I think you should take this call. So we put them on the speaker phone and Howard says they want me and Eric Schmidt to go on the Stern show and accept some kind of “Whitey” award from the Klan for having the least number of black people involved in running our companies. They say they went to Google’s management page and figured out that out of 32 top managers and 11 board members, there’s only one black dude. Then they went to the Apple management page and found that out of 9 top managers and 8 board members we have zero black people.

“Thang is,” Carver says, “we wanna thank y’all for showin the world that the two greatest high-tech companies in the world don’t need to cave in to this political correctness. It’s jest a fact that the best companies, like Apple and Google, are still run by good old white people. Y’all are a shining example for other companies around the world. Now we ain’t too pleased about all y’all advertisements showing black people dancing but we understand y’all gotta keep up the image or whatever, so we gonna let it slide.”

Meanwhile Howard and his producer are laughing their asses off, talking about how they’re gonna make a stage like the Oscars and call their show the Whiteys and who can they get for presenters, maybe Bill Maher can host, and everyone can wear white tuxedoes and they can get Justin Timberlake and K-Fed to do some white rapping, they’ll give Bill O’Reilly a “Top News Racist” award and Pink can get an award for Best White Impersonation of a Black, and Bryant Gumbel for Best Black Impersonation of a White (but Howard goes, I dunno, is Bryant actually black, we better check) and they’ll give Brigitte Nielsen a “Hall of Shame” award for her fling with Flavor Flav, they’ve got a call in to Dreamworks, ha ha ha.

Dowling is standing there with this look of horror on his face — apparently this is about as bad as it gets if you’re a PR flack. Oddly enough he has the same look as the Sony dude who was gonna commit seppuku in my office the other day.

I’m not sure where to go with this so I tell Howard that while we don’t in fact have any black people we do have a guy named Sina Tamaddon who’s from somewhere foreign or something. I think. Howard goes, Nope. Doesn’t count. Dowling starts ripping through the Google page on his laptop and he points out that Google seems to have a few Indians but Howard just laughs and says, Nope, nope, nope. You guys are winning a Whitey, and you can either come accept it or not, I don’t care, we’ll get look-alikes or impersonators to play you anyway.

He says they’ve also got awards for Cracker Barrel and Clear Channel and a special lifetime achievement award for Sumner Redstone and CBS because they have the balls to put this big thing about “Diversity” on their website but when you click through to their management page it looks like this. Howard goes, Man, now that’s what I call diversity, right? They’ve got every shade of white there is. Man oh man. So Steve, just imagine it, you and Eric Schmidt, the two most progressive leftie liberal tech guys in the world, striding up to get your award and tell the world, Don’t be evil — be white! Wow!

Dowling just loses it and does, Okay this call is over, and he hangs up. We both just stand there. I go, Steve, I’m not a racist. Honest. I’m just not comfortable around them. You know what I mean? Like, do they hate me because I’m white? I never know what to say or whatever. I mean, where I grew up there just weren’t a lot of black people, you know? So I didn’t really know any black people when I was a kid or whatever, and um, it’s really hard to find black engineers. We’ve tried, really. We work really hard on this.

Dowling just shuffles out with this empty look in his eyes, like a guy who’s going to be executed at midnight

[shurisneakers]

harmless (iv)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, guns, mention of war, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: good evening i’ve never been to any of the places i mention in this series so dont come @ me

if you have any ideas for future inventions/evil plans, lemme know! i might actually end up using them 

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous Part || Series Masterlist

He spends the weekend doing nothing. It’s supposed to be relaxing. He finds it nauseatingly boring.

“No mini mission this week?” Steve asks him from across the couch. 

They’re supposed to be catching up on Star Wars but two prequels in and Bucky could feel himself lose his sanity. Anyone could present him with a random assortment of alphabets, call it a Star Wars species and he would have no reason not to believe them.

It’s not like he doesn’t like space. It’s just that he’s had enough of it and everything and everyone who came from it for the foreseeable future.

“No. Someone else is taking care of it.”

“Didn’t you volunteer for this?”

“I pulled myself out of the case.”

“I thought you were having fun.” 

Bucky’s head slowly turns to look at him. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know,” Steve shrugged. “Looked like you were.”

Well, he wasn’t. He likes it here at home, glued to the TV. Popcorn beside him, sweatpants on. Refreshing, calming, slow, mundane, and Jesus Christ, so fucking boring-

His spiralling is interrupted by the dinging of the elevator to the common floor. No one was allowed up there unless it was extremely urgent. Guests were barely allowed into the Tower as it was. 

It reveals the receptionist from downstairs, Marie. She’s always a little reserved, a little shy. But Bucky had seen her chew and spit out trespassers or anyone who dared to get on her nerve. He adores her.

“Hey, Marie,” Steve says while Bucky sends her a friendly wave in greeting. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s a hostage situation downtown,” she informs them. 

“Okay...” Steve drawls, waiting for a reason why this was an Avengers level threat.

“They’ve asked for Mr. Barnes by name.” She makes a mention towards him.

Bucky sits up straight. Bits of popcorn fall off his chest. 

“What?”

“They said, and I quote-” she looks down at her notepad. “‘Tell that grumpy motherfucker that I’m waiting for him and that he’s not getting out of this so easily because we have come too far.’ End quote. They’ve also told me to include a kissing emoji. And a skull.”

Steve and he look at each other.

“Well?” Steve prods. 

Bucky sighs and gets up to go get ready.

The entrance of Chuck E. Cheese is more crowded than he’d ever seen. He wasn’t even sure he’d seen people in the store before. If there were, they probably only came up till his waist. 

There are a few journalists, a few policemen standing together outside. Whispers of confusion and curiosity reigned free. 

Bucky gently pushes his way to the front. He gets a nod from a police officer who opens the door for him after a quick briefing. 

The place is darker than it usually would be. A trademark, it seemed. The blinds are drawn shut and most of the light is coming through whatever sneaks in through the crack. 

“Hey, Barnes.” Your voice is muffled by a mask that looks suspiciously like it was made out of classroom craft supplies.

There’s a person in a loose chokehold in your hand with a gun pressed against his head. Once again it looks straight out of a cartoon, purple with round disks lining its barrel. 

“What’s all this now?” He gestures around monotonously. 

“A hostage situation. Didn’t you get the memo?”

“Got that part down, genius,” he bites back. “But why?”

“Fucker kept harassing me when I was walkin’ down the street.” 

The guy’s helpless gaze met Bucky. 

“Catcalling me, stalking me.” You tighten the grip you have on him. “Call me darlin’ one more time, you son of a bitch. I dare you.”

He wasn’t impressed with his pleading eyes. He kinda felt like he deserved it. 

“Why’d you do it here?” The bright colours were starting to give him a heading. “And where are the staff?”

“It’s symbolic, Bucky,” you emphasise, “He deserves to be among other rat bastards.”

Of course.

“The staff?” he asks again. 

“Gave them thirty bucks and told them to leave. I’m not a monster.”

“Right.” He doesn’t bother refuting you. “Why’d you call me here?”

“Dunno.” You shrug. “Thought it’d be fun. You having fun yet?”

You shake the guy you’re holding. He gives a small whimper. 

Bucky doesn’t want to stop you. He had chugged enough Respect Juice in his lifetime to know that this guy probably deserved a threat or two.

Hell, he’d even help but you were more than capable of handling this on your own.

“Listen,” he sighed. “As much as I’m sure he deserves it, this is technically illegal and I’m required to stop you.”

“Sorry sarge, I thought you weren’t interested in playing this stupid game with me,” you mock, voice dropping to imitate him.

“I’m not.” It wasn’t entirely true. One Saturday with Jar Jar Binks had convinced him otherwise.

“Okay, so before you leave, do me a favour and call Hawkeye. I hear he looks mighty fine when he’s annoyed.”

His face involuntarily scrunched up. You were going to replace him with Clint? Clint?

He probably took it more as an insult than he should have.

“I’m not doing that.” Bless his foul mouthed friend, but he was a little shit who was too sarcastic for his own good. At least twice a week he’d say something stupid to Bucky and then take out his hearing aids when he tried to argue back. 

“You’re leavin’ me with no options here,” you groaned, using your thumb to flip a switch. The gun looks like it powered up, lights along the side turning red.

If he let you have this, it’d be a bad look for the Avengers.

New York man dies in Chuck E. Cheese lone hostage situation, unable to be saved by same superhero who tried to fight Thanos with a machine gun.

“Tell ya what,” he says instead, “If you kill him, there won’t even be a slight chance that you’ll see me again.”

Your grip on the gun falters.

“If I let him go...”

“I might consider coming back next week.” He’s trying to spin it, make it look like he’s the one with the upper hand here. “But you gotta let him go.”

You search his face for any signs of dishonesty.

“Let him go or you’ll never see me again.” It sounds too much like Clint’s arguments with his dog who brought a live squirrel into the house. 

“Fine,” you relent, a glint in your eye. “but say goodbye to this fuckface.”

Before Bucky can open his mouth to shout in protest, you pull the trigger. The man clenches his eyes shut, face red.

He expects blood to be splatter across his face.

Nothing happens.

A barrage of bubbles floats into the room.

“I meant it literally,” you say, pushing him off you. “Say goodbye. He’s leaving.”

The man stumbles to the ground and Bucky doesn’t make any attempt to catch him. He scrambles to his knees, picking himself up and scurrying out the door to a hoard of reporters.

The door shuts behind him with the chime of a bell.

“You’re annoying,” Bucky states, giving a small sigh.

“I’m well aware of that.” You pull off the mask, wiping the sweat off your brow.

“Where is the agent assigned to your case?” 

“Dunno. Last I saw he was crying on the driveway of my lair. I just figured he’d pick himself up later so I left him there.”

Bucky’s nose twitches. 

“You weren’t actually going to kill him, were you.” He shrugs with his shoulder towards the door. It wasn’t a question, more a statement. He knew you wouldn’t. 

“I could have.”

“But you weren’t going to,” he repeats. 

“No,” you admit. “I wasn’t. But I’m glad to see you showed up.”

“You held someone hostage as leverage.”

“No, no. I held someone hostage and then asked to see you. They were completely unrelated.”

“You’re evil.”

“You jumped to conclusions,” you point out. “Would you like a trampoline next time? Maybe a pogo stick, you clown?”

He has a very real gun in his holster. His very real metal death arm aches to use it. 

“No one else agreed to come,” he deflects. 

“We both know that’s a lie. You were going to come back anyway.” You stuff the bubble gun back into the bag. “I’m deliciously irresistible.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Then beg.” You give him a smirk and he rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry, you win this round, sarge.”

He doesn’t say anything. He watches you remove your heist gear, revealing normal civilian clothes underneath.

You walk casually to the kitchen, intending to leave through the back door.

“But I can’t say I lost either.” You send him a wink before swiftly pushing open the door and leaving him behind.

He only watches you leave.

It doesn’t hit him until a few seconds later that he let a criminal out of his hands when there were several policemen and journalists outside.

He entertains the idea of chasing you down and handing you over. 

It takes him only a few seconds to decide that if they wanted you, they’d have to try themselves.

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Scary Good Time - Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: Welcome to freaky friday! this is part of @kellyn1604​ ‘s Spirit week: spooky edition! Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

This one shot is technically also a sneak peak into my upcoming (super long ass) series as it will take place in that universe, this can be read as a stand alone obviously but for some context:

The reader is half human half Asgardian. 

her birth mother died when she was a baby and Odin (her father) took her to Asgard where she lived until the events of the firsts avengers. 

She has powers over the elements. 

This takes place after the events of Captain America: The Winter Solider and before Age of Ultron. 

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Spooky Stuff, Anal Stuff (JKS), Fake Blood

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For the first time since moving into the Avengers tower there was absolutely nobody around. Tony was spending a week away with pepper, Thor was off world, Bruce was at a science convention and both clint and nat were away. Steve didn’t know where and when he asked they told him it was confidential.

It didn’t bother Steve though because it meant you and him had an entire week to yourselves. The first night to alone the two of you got comfy in the cinema room for a movie night.

“So what are you thinking? A horror movie?” You smirk earning a glare from Steve.

“No, anything but horror” Steve says as you laugh.

It was a well known fact between the two of you that Steve hated horror movies. Steve wasn’t sure what it was about them but he just hated them, always has probably always will. He thought that maybe being in the modern world would make it easier, that they’d be less scary but after watching Saw with you he refused to watch another.

“Even though it’s Halloween in a couple weeks?” You smirk earning another glare from Steve “okay okay, we’ll watch disney instead” you chuckle.

“Thank you” Steve sighed as you put the movie on and pulled you closer.

Now Steve wasn’t a skittish person in anyway. There wasn’t much that scared him. However throughout the week he’d noticed things weren’t quite as they should be.

To begin with Steve’s rational mind won out, there’s was perfectly fine explanations for everything. Like he’d just forgotten that where he left something, or you had moved it without telling him. That the only reason Steve saw one of Tony’s suit activate was a system update like JARVIS explained.

But as the week went on more things were happening that he couldn’t explain. Like the temperature suddenly dropping, or random dripping noises. The peanut butter jar suddenly moving when his back was turned and you weren’t in the room. At one point he could have sworn he heard voices in the wind.

It was your last night alone before the team all came back so Steve was determined to make the most of it. You had cooked the two of you a delicious meal putting out all the stops. You relaxed together with a bottle of wine. However Steve’s mind kept going to all the strange things that had happened.

“Do you believe in ghosts?” Steve asked making you raise a brow.

“Um I dunno, on Asgard we believe our dead go to Valhalla or the stars, and they’re kinda looking down at us observing which I think is nice, especially knowing Loki and my mother could be looking down on us” you say shrugging your shoulders.

“But then again… we’ve seen so many strange things, aliens, evil elves, a computer nearly blew us up a few months ago, so maybe ghosts isn’t that far fetched” you continue making Steve nod his head slightly.

“Why’d you ask?” You ask taking a sip of your wine.

“No reason, just you know Halloween and that” Steve says waving it off.

You raise a brow at him as if you didn’t believe him. You didn’t say anything though just moved in closer and snuggled up onto his side.

That night steve woke with a start as if something had slapped him awake. He blinked a couple times before looking over to see you fast asleep with your back to him. He sat up gently suddenly feeling the chill in the air as he rubbed his eyes.

He was about to settle back down when he heard a low creaking down the hall. He furrowed his brows pushing himself out of bed. He heard you stir and murmur as he stood up.

“Where you going?” you murmured half asleep.

“Just getting a class of water” he tells you quickly as he shrugs on a jumper.

As he steps outside of the room he glances down the corridor where he heard the creaking but there was nothing. Rubbing his forehead he makes his way towards the kitchen.

As he steps inside he goes to flip the light switch but the lights don’t turn on. He sighs trying them a couple more times hoping they’d work but to no avail.

“JARVIS, what’s happened to the lights?” Steve asks but he gets no response.

“Great a power cut, I thought Tony’s arc reactor stopped that” Steve grumbles as he moves to grab a glass.

He moves over to the sink which starts spluttering before Steve even put his hand on the tap. He jumped slightly before quickly turning the tap off. He turned it back on and it worked normally once more. He sighed shaking his head as he filled his glass and gulping down a couple mouthfuls.

“Get yourself together Rogers” he cursed to himself as he put the glass down.

He started making his way back to the bedroom. He was just in the common room when he stopped in his tracks when he heard his name. He glances down the corridor expecting to see you but there was no one.

He stuffed his hand in the pockets of his hoodie when a chill ran through the room. Then he heard his name being whispered again, carried by the wind. It was a voice he didn’t recognise too.

“Hello?” Steve questioned starting to feel unnerved, especially after a week of unexplained occurrences.

Suddenly the TV screeched to life the sound of static filling the room making Steve jump and shout in surprise. He quickly grabs the remote and tried to turn it off but it wouldn’t work.

He then heard his name again but in a deep growling demonic voice that sounded like it was coming from everywhere. He looked in horror as a face appeared in the black and white static looking as if it was screaming.

One of the lamps then went flying across the room smashing against the wall making steve duck for cover. When he looked back round he saw bloody hand prints on the wall where the lamp had smashed. He watched in horror as the blood dripped down the wall, it was only then that he notices the bloody footsteps facing directly at him. He took a step back when he saw them approaching.

His back was about to hit the wall when he felt hands slam against his shoulders and shouting.

“BOO!” You scream making him suddenly turn around so quickly he fell to the floor.

He looked up at you to see you doubled over and for a moment he panicked that you were hurt. But then he heard you laughing so hard that you could barely breath.

“(Y/N)- what- what?” Steve stutters unable to work out what was going on.

The lights came back on and as Steve looked around he saw the rest of the team step out of their hiding places all laughing. Steve had to wait until you were able to breath again before he could get any answers.

“What are you all doing here?” Steve asks looking around at the team.

“(Y/N) let it slip that you hate horror movies so we decided to have a little fun” Nat chuckles hands on her hips as she caught her breath.

Steve looked back at you to see you burst out laughing again “I’m sorry, it was Tony’s idea” you say pointing over at Tony.

“You were the one that pulled the majority of it off!” Tony argues still laughing.

“What is going on?” Steve asks finally getting to his feet.

“We never actually left” Bruce explains “and throughout the week we’ve been sneaking around trying to freak you out”

“But the blood? And the growling” Steve says still confused.

“Clever tech but all projections look” tony says waving his hand around disrupting the projections.

“And the growling in the wind” Clint says point over to you.

You bite your lip before cupping your hand around your lips. You then made your voice deep using your powers over the wind to make it carry and distort your voice.

“I also made the temperature drop too” you say shrugging your shoulders.

“So this was all you lot, this entire week?” Steve questions looking around at the team.

“Yes, a prank Loki would be proud of don’t you say?” Thor laughs patting you on the shoulder.

“I hate you all” Steve huffs shaking his head.

“Oh sweetie I’m sorry” you chuckle walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist smiling up at him.

“Yeah its all a laugh, see JARVIS play the footage” Tony says the TV turning back on.

Steve turned to look at it seeing the CCTV footage of him in the kitchen and common room. He watched as the pranks played out and his reaction to them all. The entire team laughing hysterically at the footage. Steve had to admit it was pretty funny, trying to keep a straight face as he watched.

“Hey you’re laughing!” You say pointing up at him.

“I still hate you all” Steve chuckles shaking his head.

“Don’t worry I won’t let it happen again I promise” you promise him your hand running over his chest feeling his beating heart.

“Thank you” Steve says his arm moving around you pulling you closer, kissing the top of your head.

“I will get you all back for this” Steve warns looking round at the team.

“Yeah right there’s no way you’ll pull of a prank” Tony scoffs shaking his head.

“No but I could double your training” Steve smirks, making everyone’s jaw drop.

“You wouldn’t dare” Nat mutters.

“Try me” Steve smirks victoriously.

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