#I've been wanting to do my own teen dad Steve

[matchingbatbites]

Love Grows - Part 1

This is my take on teen dad Steve! It was just supposed to be a ficlet, but the word count is currently hovering at 4k and I'm not done, so this will be going up in parts. <3

Ao3 | Part 2

February '85

The rumors have been flying for weeks. It only took one cheerleader to see Steve Harrington out and about with a baby and soon enough the news was all over the school. Nevermind that no one else has even seen said baby, but just the one accusation is enough to send the rumor mill into production.

It's something that had piqued Eddie's interest, but he quickly attributed it to teenagers spreading drama, a fiction created for their own entertainment. That is, until the day Harrington shows up to school with the baby.

The halls are buzzing, more so than usual, and it only takes until second period for Eddie to realize why. The entire class breaks into whispers when Steve walks in with a baby carrier in one hand, a piece of paper in the other, and a diaper bag slung over his shoulder. The paper goes to the teacher, who reads it before saying something to Steve, and Eddie is so curious but unable to hear anything over the chatter in the room.

Eddie can’t take his eyes off Steve for the rest of the class. He watches as the carrier finds a home on the floor, right by Steve’s desk, and Eddie has a perfect view of the little, rosy-cheeked baby girl from his seat two rows behind Steve (at least, Eddie’s assuming it’s a girl. The blanket tucked around her is a soft pink, so-). He sees every time Steve leans over to check on her, sees how her big eyes flick up to look at him, how she smiles around the pacifier in her mouth. 

It makes Eddie go all gooey inside; he's always loved kids, always hoped to find a guy who is good with them, and seeing Harrington being so attentive only increases the low-key crush he has on the other guy (he knows it’s a little pathetic, but Steve is very attractive, and Eddie is very gay, sue him). When the class ends, Eddie gathers his stuff slowly so he has an excuse to hang back a little and watch Steve interact with the baby some more, but soon enough the younger is also packed up and out the door.

Eddie doesn't see Steve again until later that day, when he's skipping out on 5th period and hears a baby crying as he passes by a closed classroom door. He peeks in through the window and sees Harrington pacing slowly while holding the baby against his shoulder, one arm supporting her from the bottom as his free hand rubs circles into her back. 

For a moment Eddie thinks about walking on, about just leaving Steve alone as he comforts his wailing child, but the cries pull hard on Eddie's heartstrings and he finds himself opening the door and slipping inside.

"Everything okay?" he asks, and Steve looks up in surprise before his expression shifts into something unreadable. 

"Yeah, we're fine. She's just extra fussy because she's teething. I came in here because I don't want to disturb anyone else." 

Eddie hums and goes to the nearby diaper bag, starts digging through it and is surprised when Steve doesn't tell him to stop. He finds a little bottle of numbing gel and smears some onto his pinky before sliding it into the baby's still wailing mouth, and carefully rubs it over her gums as he coos at her. 

"I know, honey, it hurts so bad. It's gonna be okay, though, just you wait." 

He glances up to see Steve staring at him, his expression curious, and Eddie suddenly feels overexposed. 

"My last neighbor had two jobs and three small kids, so I have a little experience with babies," Eddie explains, needing to fill the sudden silence that falls as the baby calms. His finger is still in her mouth, and he feels no desire to remove it, especially once she starts gnawing on it gently. Steve glances down at his girl before giving Eddie a soft smile, and Eddie's heart flips in his chest. 

"That's more than I have, at least. Thanks." 

"No worries, man. What, uh- what's her name?"

"Rosemary," Steve says, humming when the baby makes a soft noise. "At least, that's what I'm changing it to, as soon as I'm able." 

The warmth that had settled in Eddie's stomach sours a little at Steve's declaration, and as he pulls his finger from the baby's mouth he can't help biting out "And her mom is okay with you changing her name?" 

The atmosphere in the room changes as Steve's face crumbles, and Eddie knows he's said something wrong. 

"Her mom didn't want anything to do with her," Steve replies softly, and oh no, Eddie instantly feels like a piece of shit. He'd heard the rumors that some girl had just dumped the baby on him, but he didn't think they were true. 

"Shit, I'm so sorry, man. I didn't mean to assume anything." 

"It's okay. No one really knows about the whole… situation." 

There's an awkward pause before Eddie asks "So, Rosemary. Your choice wouldn't happen to be inspired by a certain Edison Lighthouse song, would it?" He smiles when Steve blushes, the pink dusting his face so sweetly as he shrugs. 

"It was my grandma's favorite song, and a lot of my happy memories are with her, so... I've already started calling her Rosie, so she'll be used to it." 

"It’s a good name," Eddie hums, rubbing his thumb over Rosie's tiny eyebrow. "She's a cute kid, Harrington."

Steve mutters a soft “Thanks,” and then there’s a brief pause before he asks "Do you- do you want to hold her?" and Eddie doesn't even hesitate before nodding and giving a quick “Yes!”

He takes off his jacket and vest in one go, knowing the fabric is a little rough, and takes the baby when Steve offers her to him. He holds her close, one hand supporting her and the other resting on her back, and starts to sway a little. "I haven't held a baby in like, two years. I forgot how calming it is." Steve hums and smiles as he sits on a nearby desk. “Yeah, it is.”

They spend the rest of the time just talking about whatever comes to mind, and it's really fucking nice. Eddie learns about the gaggle of kids Steve babysits ("They're all shitheads, but I love them, even when they're using me as a chauffeur.") and Eddie talks a little about his own friends, his band ("I mean being famous is the end goal, but it's also just fun to get together and be creative just for the sake of it, you know?") and before they know it, the bell is ringing to signal the end of the period. 

Steve frowns, a cute pout that tugs on the corners of his mouth, and Eddie has to bite back a smile at the expression. He sets a now sleeping Rosie back into her carrier before shrugging on his jacket and vest, and hesitates for a moment. 

"Listen, Harrington. I know that we don't really know each other, but I've seen firsthand how tough this single parent shit can be, so. If you ever need a hand, or need someone to watch her so you can get shit done, you can ask me, yeah? No worry, no judgment."

Steve blinks at him, big hazel eyes flicking between Eddie's like he's making an insight check against Eddie's words. He must like what he finds, because he smiles softly and says "Thanks, Munson."

And Eddie shrugs, and smiles in return. "Call me Eddie, man."

#aahhhhh I'm so excited to finally get this up #I've been wanting to do my own teen dad Steve #and I'm weak for the name Rosemary #teen dad steve #love grows #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #joey writes #I'll update this once the second part goes up #ill make a tag list for this one #just be sure to mention it in a reply or reblog! <3 #edit: now with part 2! #edit 2: now with ao3 link!

[shelbgrey]

Hi could I request a fic with the avengers where the readers mom is very close with the avengers and she had the reader at 15 with the readers father who has been on and off absent and the reader doesn't see much of him and she was basically raised by the avengers theyre basically parental figures to her and have always been there for her when her dad finally shows up they threatened him because they're all overprotective mostly tony cause he sees the reader like his own daughter and he knows what it's like to grow up without a dad and the reader thanks him and hugs him and the rest of the avengers join in a group hug always reassuring her she isn't a mistake.

Six avengers and a Baby

Paring: avengers x Teen!Reader

A/n: sorry this is so late, I had zero idea of where I was gonna take this so I hope you don't mind is being HC and sorry it's so short.

A/n #2: request are closed so I can work on a twilight series I've started.

So your mother is close to the averagers due to the fact she went to college with pepper, they were best friends and she got your mom a job at the Compound so she could take care of you.

Due to her being a single mom she always took you to work with her. She had you at a very young age and your father was never around.

It didn't really matter to you because the avenger grew a soft spot for you and helped your mom Raise you.

I your opinion you learned way more for them than you do in school. They all care for you a lot and are extremely over protective.

Some small details about you and them are:

You and tony are the closest, he's always been like a father to you and has always got your back.

You and Bruce are about the same, you call him uncle Bruce and he's your go to dude when you need help with homework.

Steve is like a big brother. He's tougut you many things like how to treat people and helped you become the kind soul you are today.

Clint teaches you normal day-to-day things. You want to learn how to use a bow/arrow he'll teach you. He also has thought you how to change the oil and a tire on a car just incase you get stranded.

With Natasha you two had to warm up to each other. She loves you and all, but when you were little you were scared of her for no particular reason.

Thor is just your Best Friend, he always makes you laugh and knows how to brighten up your day. One time he lifted his Hammer with you so you would think you could do it when the others can't(you were five at the time)

Your scared of loki. Period.

But then one day your dad showed up and the avengers or your mom wasn't pleased.

“y/n is my daughter, my own”

“then where the hell were you when she got her tonsels taken out and was absolutely miserable for three days?” Bruce shouted.

“where were you when she started kindergarten or high school?” nat stated.

“you don't have the right to call yourself her father!” Tony shouted. “she's my kid”

When Your father left you immediately hugged Tony. He held you tight and wasn't planning to let go for a while. “your not a mistake.... Your a fucking mericle”

When the whole time came around and hugged you too you know you were home and this was your family.

#Avengers x reader #avengers headcanons #Avengers imagines #Steve Rogers x reader #Clint barton x reader #Natasha romanoff x reader #Bruce banner x reader #Tony stark x reader #Thor x reader #Mcu #Marvel x reader #Marvel imagines

[gayboysteve]

Genuinely why do people think Steve can't be a fully actualized person and a love interest at the same time? Do you guys just passively consume media without, like, paying attention? Steve has been his own fully developed person since season two. We don't need to know ever detail of his life to know who he is as a person. We know the moral fiber of his character and the strength of his will. We know he loves passionately and will do anything to help. We know he's a catty bitch that doesn't get along with his dad.

Not... everything has to be shown to us for Steve to be a real fleshed out character. There are definitely places where things fall flat (letting him even feel pain after his many beatings or torture of being eaten) but being a love interest is not one of the things where the Duffers have fucked up on him. Besides Nancy, he has the most character development out of the teens and he has an actual character arc that's been percolating since season one.

You don't need to ship Stancy or like it. That's not necessary. I personally wasn't a shipper until recently (though I never hated it like some people, I've just always focused more on the Steve and the kids or Steve and Robin) and I have to say it makes a lot of sense in the scheme of things for the love triangle to be reignited. Steve and Jonathan are not just contenders for Nancy's love, they both represent something for her journey and her picking one of them will be indicative of the path she's taking. Steve's speech about learning to crawl forward wasn't just about him, that was a display of what Steve's character can offer to Nancy's character as a romantic partner. The ability to learn to MOVE ON. TO CRAWL FORWARD.

Nancy as we know is still trapped in her grief from Barb and while Jonathan has helped her get justice from that tragedy he never helped her move PAST the pain of it. One represents moving forward, and Jonathan sadly this last season, represented regression.

Personally, I think it's Jonathan more than anyone that needs to not be in a relationship. It hasn't ever seemed to make him happy. I don't think Jonathan will ever be happy until he's allowed to get away from his family a little bit. The parentification Joyce did to him really fucked that boy up and he needs, in my opinion, to focus on himself more than anyone.

Nancy has expressly stated before that she doesn't want to be alone! Steve has expressly stated he wants love and romance and a family! They're still young they can work out their future later, why can't they find some happiness in coming back together stronger and more fully self actualized? More mature and developed? I think it actually makes for a very fitting end from a narrative standpoint which is, honestly, what convinced me to switch over to the ship in the first place.

Neither Steve nor Nancy have ever been reduced to just love interests. Even in season one when Steve is explicitly introduced as only a love interest, he actually has his own character arc going on. All following seasons Steve and Nancy (whether dating, broken up, or flirting) have all had plots not related to their romance. No one is being reduced to just a romantic interest. Unfortunately, poor Jonathan is the one that got that treatment. He's the one that needs to have something devoted to just him; something that isn't just being a brother or a boyfriend. Giving him a friend was a step in the right direction. Let's give him a dream now and not just something that we hear from Joyce. A real dream from Jonathan's mouth. Because all we've heard from him are the things he DOESN'T want for the future.

Also Stoncy supremacy anyway. Let all three fuck nasty.

(Let's not bring up the whole six nuggets things. I highly doubt Steve is actually going to expect six children from his future partner. It was a reference to the party. It was him lightening the mood and trying to bring some levity to a serious, and frankly, terrifying, situation. It was him trying to make Nancy laugh while laying his heart on the line. He's not expect six literal children.)

#steve harrington #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #stancy #stoncy #stranger things

[ashes-writing]

stranger things ● forever ● s.harrington

warnings

{multi series}, angst, huge changes to s4 / past canon (nobody died but Jason, starcourt's rebuilt, max isn't almost dead, the portal is PERMANENTLY closed now), single mom/ former teen mom reader, baby talk -in moderation.. your daughter is 3, she's just really starting to grasp speech so.. yeah.. eventual filth -probably featuring Steve's known breeding k*nk, eventual roommate trope, mentions of robin's struggle with her sexuality + maaybe robin gets the girl here (Barb. i'm dying on this hill, sorry), typical small town judgmental bullshit, found family, mentions of past injury/violence (because they didn't beat Vecna and close the portal without being unscathed in some way), kind of a slow burn, unapologetic fluff, mentions of smoking / alcohol..

<- reader/you are a female. with female parts. and a child that you've had since you were 17. and a past / clothing and appearance that all tie into this. reader/you have a personality, backstory and past. you/reader's daughter Stevie is 3/4, give or take. this is yet another self indulgent thing and again, i am.. not sorry. nope not at all.

word count

2727 exactly. this is the first part to this.

(( am fully in the grips of a mighty need for dad!steve.. and..eventually.. giving him his dream life. ))

summary

--- you're robin's cousin and you need a new start for yourself and your 3 year old daughter, Stevie Robin. -named after Stevie Nicks and your cousin, ofc- and this brings you to Hawkins.

taglist + shoutouts

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@tbmunson - bestie. babe. ilysm. this is for you. for us. i really hope you like it and idk what I'd do without you to talk to -and possibly annoy, lmaooo.

other links

masterlist ● steve's masterlist ● about + rules

ONE

"Okay, aunt Janet said it's a right turn. Across the street from Big Buy. It's a big sign, I can't miss-" you grumble as soon as you realize you've done just that.

"Mama! Mama look!" your daughter is giggling in her car seat, she's pointing to the park on her side of the street and you pull in.

"We play?"

"No, sweetie. Maybe later, 'kay?" You smile at her and reach out, smoothing her shaggy bangs behind her ears. "I've gotta trim your hair later."

"No!"

"Yes." you laugh, pulling your Mustang out into traffic and merging with it. Your daughter is eating the fries you got her on the way into town. "We live here now, mama?"

You nod and smile. "Yeah."

"Aunt Wobin? She live here too?" Stevie has her little head tilted, staring at you with big eyes. You laugh and nod. "Yeah baby, she lives here too."

Your daughter is so little. So sweet and she's so happy. For her, this has been one big and happy adventure and you're satisfied to keep it that way. She's too little to go through what your own mother -Robins aunt, put you through before finally throwing you out. She doesn't know that you're silently freaking out right now because this is a huge risk you're taking.

The video store Robin works at for the summer comes into view with only 1 car, a brown BMW, parked outside. "I thought Robin was working." you wonder as you turn the engine off and slip your feet back into your shoes.

"Mama. Shoes."

"Good girl." you nod, slipping out of your seat to shut the door with your hip. You make your way around to your daughters side of the car and open her door, leaning into the car to unfasten Stevie and attempt cleaning her up and putting her shoes on before you go inside. 

As you do this you're totally unaware that your being watched. Steve's leaned in the door, arms folded. And he’s trying hard not to stare at you but his eyes are moving up your body slowly. As you straighten to full height, he swallows down a lump in his throat and clears it. 

Grin in place as he really takes you in. Your little girl is the most adorable kid he's seen, like her mom, he thinks to himself as he hears the little girl with light brown hair and freckles call you Mama.

He's thrown for a loop because you look as old as he is. 

"Is Robin Buckley here?" you ask after a few seconds. He's wondering if maybe you're not the cousin she always finds a way to slip into conversations lately, but he shoves the thought that follows this wonder down deep, ,, if this is ___, she's beautiful. took my breath away, honestly." because the thought is dangerous and it's one he refuses to allow himself to even begin entertaining.

Because the second he does even attempt entertaining anything lately, his time trapped in Vecna's mindscape comes rushing back and he can hear it all again on repeat. And it hurts, it makes him bitter, it makes him angry all over again.

Steve's hand raises and rests against the back of his head. He smiles at you and nods. Tries to answer your question but the words get hung in his throat. You're both standing in the doorway, nearly body to body and he takes a deep breath, getting frustrated with himself because he's so distracted by you and your adorable little girl -and a dream that he's been trying to forget about lately because he doesn"t even know if it should happen anymore and he's trying to be okay with that fact- he can't think straight let alone speak properly.

He nods. "She's uh..she's inside. In back, I think." he finally manages to answer, biting back a groan as your soft body brushes against his as you work your way into the store. 

"Robbie! Hey!" you're calling out to your cousin as you stop in front of the circular counter in the middle of the store and switch your little girl from one hip to the other.

Your little girl is playing peek a boo with him and he's laughing and it's probably the first time he has in weeks at this point. "You're a cutie, yeah." He's smiling at Stevie and she reaches out for him, dropping the purple stuffed alligator in the process. Steve bends to pick it up and he hands it to her. She gives him a gap toothed grin, "Fank you, sir."

He laughs. "What's your name, huh?"

"I Stevie Robin."

Steve feels that yearning tug at him and he shoves it down. Hiding the pain at his own thoughts, he smiles at your daughter. "I'm Steve."

"Mama! Mama!"

"What is it, sweetie?"

"He Steve. Kinda like me!" she giggles, turning her gaze to Steve as she adds in awe, "Pretty Steve."

You're torn between blushing and laughing. Then you make the mistake of really looking at Steve. And it hits you, you're wondering if he's the same Steve your cousin Robin is talking so much about all the time.

Your daughter isn't wrong, not even in the slightest. You tilt your head slightly and you're taking him in. From the shaggy hair that hangs over his forehead and covers one brow to the way he's got his hand resting on his head calls attention to that hand. By the time you reach his eyes -and immediately get lost in their warmth and depth, you're fidgeting a little. But then you're staring at his mouth, from the perfectly formed cupids bow to the thickness of his lips. His shoulders are broad, biceps fight against the restraint of a beige polo shirt.

If this were the version of you you used to be, before Stevie, before the way her father ripped out your heart, you're absolutely sure you'd be in prime flirt mode right now. But you're not. And your life is totally different now. You have Stevie, she comes first.

The thickening tension is shattered by your cousin Robin and not a second too soon. She's racing towards you with open arms and you find yourself and your daughter being squeezed til you almost can't breathe. The hug breaks and the two of you are laughing and happy and Robin pulls away to look at you as she lets out a long whistle. You shake your head and laugh. "I thought you two weren't coming in until next week!"

You laugh quietly. " The uh..my apartment got broken into. And then my boss pissed me off and I quit. It was now or never, so here I am."

"Your apartment got broken into?" Steve is gaping. You nod. "It happens."

"It shouldn't." Steve answers, staring down at you and Robin clocks it immediately. 

She's been talking about him to you a lot -and vice versa, because after his speech in the RV, she started to casually mention you in conversation to him a little more too- . She does this hoping she'd make you -or him, at least a little curious, especially since the night she got a 2 am drunken call from him in which he went on this tangent about how bitter watching everyone start their lives was making him. Then he confided something to her that blindsided her with just how perfect he might be for you.

He wants a family. He needs people to take care of. He really needs to be taken care of in return because Robin knows him like the back of her hand at this point and she knows he's a good man. 

She knows that you're dying for the same, it's all you've ever talked about, especially all the times your mom would hurt, use, lie to or turn her back on you, disappointing you over and over. 

"Yeah, well.." you mumble, eyes locked on his. "Just glad Stevie was with a sitter and I was picking up a shift at the bar down the street."

"Yeah." Steve mutters. Your voice is soft, a sweet and lazy drawl he could listen to for hours and as soon as this one comes to mind, he's rubbing the back of his neck.

Stevie reaches for him. You start to object but Steve takes her into his arms and smiles, acting as if it's nothing. As he takes her around the little store, you can finally pull yourself together just a little. Robin clears her throat. "That's Steve Harrington, by the way. My best friend. Well, my other best friend." she gives you a soft grin. You hug her and as the hug breaks you laugh softly. "I named her after you and Stevie Nicks."

Robin is speechless, gaping at you as if she might just cry. Then she laughs softly, nodding to the way Stevie is just content to be carried around by Steve. You laugh softly. Tear your eyes off the two because it's concerning just how easy it is to let your imagination run wild. "She doesn't meet a stranger."

"She takes after her mommy." Robin teases as she watches you watching Steve with your daughter. "Nick was an asshole. He didn't deserve either of you."

"Fuck Nick." you mumble, tearing your eyes off of Steve and the way he's so good with Stevie because if you don't..it's a slippery slope. Robin's caught you though and she can't help but smile to herself. She clears her throat. "You're staying with us, right?" 

"Yeah…aunt Janet, she told me to take as long as I want but I'm gonna try to get on my feet as quick as I can."

"No, take your time."

"Robin, trust me..you think that now but trust me.

 You want me to do it quick."

Steve chuckles as Stevie finds the Disney aisles. "You like Disney, huh?"

"Some. Love Bambi." Stevie answers politely as she rests her head against his shoulder and yawns. "I show you gator."

She raises a little arm to show Steve the dark purple alligator she's been carrying the whole time. "He my fwiend." 

"Oh he is,huh?"

"Mhm. Where mama an me lived before.. there were real ones!" her enthusiasm makes Steve laugh. "You like alligators?"

"Mhm! An fruit bats."

Steve laughs. "What about dinosaurs?"

"T rex!" she's giggling and when she holds on tighter to him, his heart melts. And the oh so familiar longing ache is back. Made worse this time by the fact that Nancy, the girl he held out hope to have it all with, she's finally moving on. Moving away, leaving Hawkins with Jonathan and while Steve is happy for her, it's killing him because he's realizing that there's a good chance that his dreams might not come true. 

Nobody chooses him. Nobody ever wants to stay. He's never enough.

"Where did you live before?" he asks and she smiles. "New.." she pauses, little cheeks puffed as she thinks.

"I hafta ask my mama."

"Okay." He's laughing. "Let's go back over to her? Are you ready?"

She's giggling because he's giving her a piggyback ride. You laugh quietly and nudge Robin, nodding at him as he carries Stevie over to you on his back. 

"Oh she's in love now." Robin laughs and you laugh along with her. Steve stops in front of you, letting you take your daughter off his back. And as you do so, your fingers graze against muscled shoulders and you suck in a breath. You step away, letting Stevie settle on your hip.

"We should probably go. It looks like there are people coming. " you nod to a group of teenagers approaching, some on bikes and a girl on a skateboard.

Steve nods. "Yeah. I'll uh.. I'll see you around." and without another word, he grabs his cigarettes, tells Robin he's going on a break and he's gone, vanished out the door at the back of the store. You're staring.

Robin speaks up. "He's had a really rough time lately."

As you say your goodbyes to Robin, one of the boys that comes in is calling his name, searching the store. Robin nods to the door. "Out there, dingus."

You leave with Stevie, going back to your aunt and Robin's trailer to drop off Stevie with your aunt so you can go out and look for jobs because you're determined to get settled in as quick as you can.

CONTINUED

"Steve? Are you okay?"

Steve doesn't answer Dustin, he only shrugs. Thumps his cigarette onto the pavement. "I'm fine,kid."

"You're not."

"I am, Dustin."

"I know you're not. Just talk to me." Dustin coaxes but Steve shakes his head, refusing. "Just a long day."

"Who was Robin hugging goodbye when we came in?"

"___. Her cousin and her cousins kid, Stevie."

Dustin grimaces because suddenly, he knows exactly what's wrong with Steve right now and it has everything to do with something Steve admitted when they were all preparing to face Vecna in March. 

He saw Stevie just now, got reminded of his dream. The one he's giving up on. The one Vecna used against him when he tried to take over Steve’s mind during the whole thing. The one Steve goes above and beyond not to talk about, especially lately.

"Stevie.. like in Stevie Nicks?" Dustin chuckles as he asks, glancing over at Steve.

Steve shrugs. "Didn't ask. I uh..kept my distance. Let Robin and __ talk. I walked Stevie around the store a little."

"Yeah she yelled at Max that she had a pretty skateboard." Dustin smiles. “She’s a cute kid.”

"She using the dinosaur one again?"

Dustin chuckles. "Yeah. Said the deck is fucked on her favorite one. She said Billy ordered a new one but it won't be in for like.. six weeks because it was on backorder or something.. I still can't get over Billy Hargrove not being a massive prick anymore, man." Dustin laughs and the sound dies away as he gazes at his best friend. Noting the dark circles under his eyes. The way he's quieter. Less outgoing lately, he's started to spend more time alone than he does with nearly all of them. Dustin's worried that something's really wrong with Steve because Steve isn't like this. At all. So he's trying to stick close. Eddie keeps telling him he needs to. That they all need to. Says Steve is struggling with heavy shit.

"Stevie likes dinosaurs. 'S what she told me anyway." Steve thumps the cigarette pack against his palm again. "I'll be fine, Dustin."

"You're my best friend. I'm gonna worry." Dustin responds, tapping a sneaker against the pavement. 

"You don't need to. I'll be fine, Henderson. Just realizing I wasted a lot of time up to this point. Did I really think she was gonna come back one day?"

Dustin puts an arm around Steve. "You loved her, man. Hope isn't a bad thing."

Steve shrugs. "Kind of is when you put it all in one person or thing. But it's fine. If Nance can move on.." He goes quiet, laughing at himself. Dustin speaks up. "You should too…right?"

Steve shrugs. "Somethin’ like that. I'll get around to it. It’s not exactly top priority anymore."

There's nothing like facing down what you think will be your death and beating it to put life into perspective. He knew hope for his dream with Nancy Wheeler was gone when he and Eddie Munson walked out of the station following a long interrogation on zero sleep just in time to see Nancy reunite with Jonathan. The way she looked at Jonathan.. it stung. But it woke him up and now.. he's just going to close this chapter in his life. 

He pulls himself off the pavement and makes his way back inside with Dustin. 

,, Maybe you don't give up on your one dream.. maybe just stop trying to seek it out and see if it'll come to you." this thought is conflicted by another,   just don't bother. You're not enough. When Vecna tried to get in your head, he did have a few good points."

CONTINUED

Stevie goes bolting out the door as soon as she sees Robin get out of the passenger seat of Steve's car. After she hugs Robin at least four times, she wanders over to Steve's side and he opens the door. Stevie climbs into his car to sit and Robin laughs to herself as she watches. 

The little girl is staring at the fading red scar that circles his neck and she knows she shouldn't. She knows it's rude but she's curious. And maybe she's a little afraid that whatever happened to cause it hurt her new friend. Little fingers raise and rest against the raised flesh. "Ouchy."

Steve chuckles and nods. "Yeah."

"When mama kisses my ouchies, they always get better." Stevie gazes up at Steve intently. "Mama sleep." Stevie mumbles after a few seconds. 

"Yeah, Robin told me how far you two drove."

"Was fun. Mama took me t' parks. And this huge rocking chair."

"Stevie?"

"She's over here, Robin." Steve calls out to his best friend. Then he remembers the movie he rented under his account so Stevie could watch it. He reaches over into the seat and holds it out to the little girl to be rewarded by her, flinging her arms around him and thanking him. Then she holds up a stuffed t-rex to him. "You have? He protec." 

"You should keep it." But she's shaking her head and she gives him this cute little frustrated look as she gestures to the neck scar he's been really self conscious about lately. "So that won't happen again. Please?"

Steve takes the t-rex and pulls himself out of the driver seat. "C'mon. I'll give you a piggyback ride to Robin, okay?"

Across the road, Max Mayfield is seeing all this and smiling to herself. "Maybe everything will be okay."

#steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve the hair harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington fic #<- my writing ● steve harrington #<- warnings | angst - swearing - single mom reader. reader was a teen mom too - see full warnings above #<- warning | female reader - female parts / clothing / personality and backstory. reader is borderline OC in that she's Robin's cousin. #-- if you want your dad!steve fix this is gonna be that. if you're into found families this is also definitely that.

[steddieas-shegoes]

Posting Schedule

I do better when I give myself deadlines, not to put pressure on myself, but mostly to keep my own mental schedule straight (what brand of ADHD is it when you have most minutes of your life scheduled out mentally?), so I'm gonna post a rough schedule for all my planned chaptered fics.

Steddie Microfic Challenge: Every month is a new prompt and new strict word count, and I usually do at least a few of these every month. I'm also a co-mod for the challenge, so GO DO IT! @steddiemicrofic

this place is such great motivation for anyone trying to move the fuck away from hibernation: this post started a riot within me and within a lot of you so I've decided to expand on it! Mechanic dad Eddie, long time crush and future stepdad Steve catching up and falling in love with bonus supportive Uncle Wayne (thanks to @piratefishmama's tags). There will be so much pining and fluff, but there will still be some angst. All good stories have it, but I always resolve it, so don't get too worried. subscribe on ao3

far off places, daring sword fights, a prince in disguise: Based off of an anonymous request, single teen parent Steve (it's a secret though) is dyslexic, but knows reading to his baby is important. He goes to the one person he thinks would help: Eddie. A sort-of slow burn full of mutual pining, Eddie being cute with a baby, Steve being cute with a baby, Steve and Eddie being cute with each other, and more supportive Uncle Wayne (it's like a drug to me okay).

Steddie Holiday Drabbles: Ongoing daily posts for the month of December! @steddieholidaydrabbles

camboy steve series: vibe check mask on dom drop pretty woman trophy husband

I hope you guys are excited like I am! I will add this post to my masterlist and continue to update the dates if I know there will be any delays.

THANK YOU ALL FOR ALWAYS BEING SO KIND AND SUPPORTIVE OF EVERYTHING I DO!!! Writing in this fandom has been the first time I really felt like I was part of a fandom, and it's been nice to have a community of people to scream with. So many of you are so creative and I draw so much inspiration from everyone here. I hope I continue to improve with everything I write, and I hope that I keep giving you all the type of stuff you want to read after a long day or as a bedtime story.

ALL MY LOVE - Mickala ❤️

#wip wednesday #writing schedule #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

[shadoedseptmbr]

20 Questions for fic writers

tagged by @wrathoscribbles Thank you!!! <3

hmm, i am where these things go to die but feel free to tag me if you get the urge to run with it!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

115 uh, doesn't seem like that much, really

2. What’s your total A03 word count?

832,340

3. What fandoms do you write for?

well, let's see- Mass Effect, Dragon Age, MCU (caveat, all my Marvel knowledge goes into anything I write. My Hawkeye is an amalgam of the Clint i grew up with, the Clint from Fraction's run of Hawkeye, and what we were given in the MCU with all the...uh, blatantly weird dad vibes thrown out the window. I really like Laura and the kids but i have no idea what to do with Dad!Clint. He is the least Dad-shaped Avenger and i'm including like, Speedball). I haven't written Buffy or the fandom that shall not be named in literally over a decade but i do have a couple stories for each on my AO3.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

In Cupid's Little Bag of Trix

Fandoms: Thor, The Avengers (2012), MCU by way of every Marvel 'verse M Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis background Natasha/Steve Summary Darcy might have a little crush. And possibly a kink. Look, it's been a long couple of years.

Shelter

Fandoms: Dragon Age 2 E OCf!Hawke/Sebastian Summary In whom do we seek shelter? Sebastian and Hawke, figuring things out over the course of a story. mind the tags, this one goes dark and sideways but ends happy. Written before extreme tagging was a thing.

apodyopis (SO *thirsty* lol)

Fandoms: Thor The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types M Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis voyeurism but not like...no one is actually having sex Clint's just like that

Summary

Clint likes to watch his girl work. Kind of a sequel to Cupid's Little Bag of Trix but can be read alone

Steal Away Home

Fandoms: Dragon Age 2 Explicit Graphic Depictions Of Violence F/M, Multi Work in Progress Sebastian Vael/Hawke (F) Aeryn is a menace Aeryn is also an assassin Child endangerment Panic attacks fantasy PTSD childhood neglect everyone here has issues

Summary Post-game adventure including the reclaiming of Starkhaven. Sequel to Shelter. This one needs tags updated, too. Several panic attacks, several people with control issues, lots of childhood neglect and out right abuse and endangerment. We used to just assume everyone knew that was par for the course with DA but honestly.

anchor the night

Fandoms: Mass Effect Teen And Up Audiences Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings F/M Summary After the date at Apollo’s. After the bit that would fade to black, too. Mind the tags.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

oh absolutely, fandom is built on the life blood of comments and i've made some of my dearest friends fangirling over each other's fic. Plus, i've never been particularly overwhelmed by comments so it's never been a particular hardship.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

dolore broke my own heart with that one

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

In Cupid's Little Bag of Trix, probably. Clint and Darcy are a barrel of monkeys and they're both so fucking full of zest.

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

Not that I've ever noticed. I'm fortunate enough to just get readers who want to be chill. i had someone once scold me for being mean to Alec Ryder, lol.

9. Do you write smut?

so much smut- less in Mass Effect, which is mildly hilarious given Aedan's penchants, lol.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not unless you count the various branchings of Marvel. I don't really get the appeal.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

again, not as far as I know

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

I have! I had the high honor of writing Shep/Shep with my buddy @nightmarestudio606 with The End is Where We Begin

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

I sail an armada, lol. I multiship and my favorite varies with what day it is. Right now, Codywan is winning, heh. My favorite to *write* though... Shenko is right up there but Clint/Darcy was so much fun.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

none of my WIPs are abandoned. I don't know if I'll ever finish Steal Away Home the way i want to, though.

16. What’s your writing strengths?

Dialogue and characterization, I think. Structurally, I have an excellent grasp of nuance when it comes to word choice in a way that lets me say a lot with not much.

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

I'm not particularly focused and it can take a long time for me to finish work. And I tend to write without outline and that can lead to a wandering, meander of a fic.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Do it all the time, do my best to make it accurate. I use a smattering of Scots Gaelic for my version of Starkhaven and my source is mostly old books because i like the archaic texture of it. Several of my characters have american south accents and i elide words and use slang and drop g's. '"I am going to the store, mother," she said in her Texas twang' does not read like "Goin' t'the store, ma." and you can't make me believe you don't lose vast amounts of characterization by trying to force it to work. And overly correct dialogue is one of the first reasons i'll drop out of reading fic.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First written? The Black Stallion (book not movie) First published online? Trixie Belden

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

hard to pick from my favorite children, lol

Cupid's Little Bag of Trix is a (now fairly heavily edited) mess of stream of consciousness that grew a plot from when i was writing quick switch omniscient pov and just expected my readers to figure it out. But i love it. And it remains the biggest boost to my writing ego as ten years after posting, i still get kudos Verge (post Omega DLC) is when i really figured out who Aedan and Kaidan are, together and it manages to wreck me all over again, every time i re-read it.

#sept memes #long post #sept writes

[chrisevansdaughter]

This is a heavy one so please if any of theses warning make you uncomfortable please don't read, if it affects you in anyway :)

The past always comes back to haunt us

Paring: Chris x teen! reader

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Warnings: mentions of past trauma, anxiety, panic attacks, mentions of medication and just Chris fluff

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Summary: you are working on set with everyone for CA:TWS, when a fight scene brings up past trauma of your childhood and Chris bring you're 'adoptive dad' on set helps you out knowing exactly how to help.

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Any requests are welcome my list of what i can do is pinned on my profile :)

Lastly any constructive feedback is welcome and reposting is welcome

*please DO NOT under any circumstances share this as your own or on any other platform unless shared by myself*

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So like any day on set it starts with the dreaded wake up call of the ungodly hour of 6am to start filming most of the action packed fight scenes that were fun to do don't get me wrong but they were so dangerous.

Y/N's POV

We were all called on to set hours ago starting the smaller fight scene to build up to the iconic highway fight when mine character, Steve and Sam finally see the winter solider for the first time, doing that scene was amazing from everyone working together but the only downside was the impending doom of anxiety that i felt because i just knew that it would bring up the past since, i don't do very well on highways with type of fight sequence that was happening. 

I'd slipped away when i though no one was looking to go have a moment to try and prevent the panic attack that i felt coming on.

Little did i know that Chris saw when i thought the coast was clear to sneak away. I had an inkling that he knew what was going on because he knew me better than myself most of the time because he understood and was there to listen and comfort me when i needed it. 

He was the father figure i never had..

Chris' POV

I knew something was off with y/n as soon as i had seen her this morning on set, she looked really on edge and wary of what was going on around her. 

Knowing her tendencies to hide things i knew it was either a bad day for her getting in her head or it was her anxiety or pstd. When she disappeared off set earlier without anyone noticing or at least that what she thought.

I walked over to her trailer with the things i know that comfort her like one of my hoodies, and a bag of stuff that helps a lot when she's like this as being 'set dad' i've been here one too many times more than i want to but its hard for her, its unfair but i'm so proud of her for how far she'd come even with the looming past of her childhood still only years fresh in her head.

I knocked on her trailer door and didn't hear a reply, so i walked and saw her sat on the floor by the couch staring in to space with tear stained cheeks. 

"Hey bug, are you okay?" i asked trying to get some form of reply out of her, whilst she was just visually  making herself smaller and smaller out of the sheer panic and empty look that was present on her face.

that's when i knew it was a bad day.

Y/N's POV

There i was sat in my trailer on the floor, trying not to remember anything. trying so hard not to remember how my parents left me the way they did and how they mentally and emotionally hurt me. 

All the noises around me jumbled together like it was a ringing in my ears that i couldn't cope with it, all i heard once i was slightly more aware, Chris was all i heard that was when i knew i was in someone's presence that i trusted.

I was safe.

"Hey bug, are you okay?" he asked whilst sitting down in front of me slowly trying not to scare me.

"I- don't I-" said trying to make sense of what was happening with the now ever present pressure now on my chest with tears streaming down my face.

****TIME SKIP****

Chris' POV

After an hour of sitting on the floor next to y/n she leaned in to me because she needed comfort after i talked her though two panic attacks because of how it took effect on her body with the stress and the trigger of the fight scene which i finally figured after calming her down. 

Still visually on edge she went to go take some of her medication that she'd had prescribed for times like this but only could be taken with someone she trusted around her due to the side effects that y/n experienced which pulled on the heart strings, nevertheless it doesn't take away the heart ache seeing her like this. I said before i've been here more times than i'd like.

"Sweetheart how about after you've taken those meds we sit and watch Y/F/M (your favourite movie) and just relax. hm?"

"yeah i'm okay with that, i- didn't mean for this to happen. Sorry for dragging you in to this " i say shyly 

"Bug it's okay not  to be okay and you know i'm always here for you though thick and thin even if i'm not you're real dad i still see a need to protect you and comfort you if you need me." i said sternly with sense of calm in my voice since she didn't need to feel guilty about something that is her idiotic parents fault

"I know, thank you for that Chrissie." she said whilst giving me a massive hug which happily reciprocated.

**** TIME SKIP ****

After 3 Disney movies later, a load of snacks and cuddles later. y/n was finally fully relaxed and to be honest after all she'd been though in the last couple of hours and the early call times, long unforgiving days. we both just decided to fall asleep and plus y/n needed it. The Russo's knew what was going on so they were okay with it.

So that was that and it was day that came more often than not but i'm glad shes comfortable with someone who understands and treats me like her actual father even if i'm not.

FIN

A/N: personally i feel like this was a hit and miss, the idea as there but it is what it is. it comes in at just over 1k words. Hopefully you guys like it, i'm still toying with ideas and how to write them : ) 

enjoy!

#chris evans #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x reader fluff #chris evans x teen!reader #fluff #past trauma #marvel mcu #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction

[insert-inconspicuous-name-here]

Just finished Stranger Things 4 and i have thoughts:

1- Nancy and Steve: stop. Just stop, please.

I love them both so much, but I do not ship them, never have never will, and I've always shipped Nancy and Jonathan and to me Nancy and Steve broke up for some very good reasons and, even tho they make great friends, they don't really make that much of a fine couple from my point of view.

2- Steve: 1: fucking ally or what?! 2: it's because you're the best babysitter, sweetie. 3: (most important) him ripping the demobat's head/body off was really hot. Like, sexy and hot and it got me all hot lol. So hot. Rip that head off! 4: i shipped him a lil with Eddie at some points. 5: he's such a great person. How he supports his lesbian girl at a small town in the 80s is amazing. Like Eddie said -he said something, i forget fast.

3- Robin: i felt represented. She won't shut up. Not great with the social skills. I love her and want her to be safe. Wish we could've seen more of Vickie. Her friendship with Nancy got me shipping a lil, but i loved their friends dynamic. Beware of rabies.

4- Argyle and Eden - ❤️ the way he was just instantly smitten was so cute. Him freaking out was also cute.

5- When i saw the promos saying El thought Will had a crush i was so happy thinking it might've been someone new and that liked and appreciated him, maybe that guy in the pink jacket. But no. He's still into Mike. It broke my heart when we knew the painting was for Mike and then he got there and everything was just super awkward. I'm really curious about the painting. And, it just got pointed out to me here, that Mike may not be able to say he loves Eleven bc he's into Will too? He said it in the last season and he's been treating Will kinda weird for some time... So i have no idea what to make of this. I just thought Mike and El were endgame. I can see it both ways. Adding: that moment they were talking in his room, i thought Will would kiss Mike for sure.

6- Eddie: what can I say about this man? He's so cute and awesome. Such a caring drug dealer. An extra lil dad for Dustin and the others. He seems like he could be friends with Robin very easily, but him and Steve bonding over Dustin was my fav. And jumping into a Watergate for three basic strangers was pretty cute. Even if it was for shame reasons. It also looks like he's filling in for both Billie and Jonathan at Hawkins, but not too much because he has his own manners and personality that diverge from both characters, and i love that.

7: I missed Erica. A. Lot. Just the facts. The couch is on fire lol she's always a badass. And speaking out in the middle of an "adult" conference was pretty cool. Also, calling their bullshit and noticing the lights.

Extras:

My fav Dustin moment was: "I overestimated them". That was some beautiful moment right there.

The fact both Steve and Eddie felt jealous of Dustin is so wholesome and weird at the same time. Just wanna see those three together.

The ending caught me by surprise. But if i stop to think about it, it was kinda predictable?

Susie's family was fun. Hope to see her in Hawkins one day.

I love Russian. That one Russian prisoner was Svetlana's husband in Shameless.

Me, everytime that one basketball player spoke: Hey, Garrett? Shut up. (He played a character named Garrett in Teen Wolf)

Liked how their parents got all involved together this time.

When that cop said Max was mean. Lol. Hell yeah.

I wish Vickie was one of the number children.

Me, hoping to see the new Xerife's reaction when Hop comes back.

I want a hellfire T.

Dead pool:

Eddie, the cutiepie who is winning over my heart just like Alexei did.

Will, who decided to bring his very important painting with him to a rescue mission and is being way more obvious about his crush nowadays.

Karen, it's just a feeling, but I think she'll start getting more into the actual problem eventually and it may end up bad for her.

Murray, he's one of my favs and it just seems like it would fit very well.

#stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson #shameless

[aroadcalledsobriety]

Here's to Us | A Stranger Things FanFiction

Chapter 3

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Flickering lights and a blonde with a nose bleed sends Joan Destiny back in time to 1985 as Joan Agatha, supposedly her aunt whose existence she had never heard about before. A fan of Back to the Future and Doctor Who, Joan knows how changing the course of the future could end for her, so she decides to act the part - no matter how hard it can be. Between Russians, drug dealers, and interdimensional monsters Joan is left with one question...

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴏᴀɴ ᴀɢᴀᴛʜᴀ? ¿ɐɥʇɐɓ∀ uɐoſ oʇ pǝuǝddɐɥ ʇɐɥM

"Is this why uncle Steve is called uncle Steve?!" Joan hissed out loud in horror, the thought of having to kiss - or worse - her uncle being almost too much to bare. A groan escaped her lips as she plopped into her rickety wooden desk chair and tossed the picture back onto her desk. "Why him of all the Steve's?!"

"Are you still upset about your break up with Steve?" Dustin seemed to appear out of nowhere in her room, inevitability scaring the shit out of the older teen and sending her into panic. Her rather pitiful reaction was ignored by her brother. "Because me too. I wanted Steve to be my brother after you graduated by marriage so that he could never escape me, but you had to ruin it."

"Me?!"

Dustin rolled his eyes and it occurred to her sliver of amusement that everyone was right about her dad having toned down over the years with his mischief and teasing ways. "Yes, you." His hand waved up and down towards Joan in emphasis, as if her whole body was the problem. 

"Whatever you did for Steve to break up with you at the beginning of summer you should take it back. Immediately. I want my nieces and nephews to have glorious hair."

"Why are you in my room, twerp?" Joan decided to ignore the Steve problem for now. It was such a relief to find that no she was not dating her future-uncle, but still made her feel icky that she once did date her future-uncle. "Don't you have friends or something?"

Dustin had decided this was an invite to further invade her space - Joan was missing the beauty of being the only child with a door lock at this point - and plopped down onto her admittedly pretty floral bed. Unconsciously, her hand dove into her pocket to pull out her phone, but to her horror she realized that this was 1980-whatever, no cell phones much less smartphones until much much later.

"That's why I've come to invade your room." Dustin said seriously towards his sister. Joan crossed her arms and raised an eyebrows if saying go on. "I have a proposition worth your time and energy."

"Proposition?" God her dad was the same person even as a tiny little shit.

"Yes." Dustin snapped and pointed at his sister with both hands as if he were a salesman. Honestly, he could have been one.. or be one? "You drive me to Mike's house tonight and you can join us in our campaign, just like you used to. Will said you can be the cleric and since we're only a few sessions in, you can quickly reach our skill levels in no time-."

"Dustin, you don't have to bribe me to take you to your friends." Joan interrupted with a roll of her eyes. She eyed the kid with a smirk and crossed her arms over her chest at the look of incredulous on his face as he walked over and matched her arms over his own chest.

"...Who are you and what have you done to my sister?" Dustin said seriously with narrowed eyes. Joan's heart skipped a beat, definitely skipped a beat, at the accusation and swallowed thickly. "Why are you being so nice?" Was she not usually nice? 

Was that why they never talked about the Henderson sister in the future?

"Is it because of Steve?" Joan rolled her eyes and stood up form her chair, ignoring the child and left the bedroom, hoping her response was enough for Dustin. Dustin quickly followed beside the girl, not bothered by the attitude once again. "Do you feel upset about my older man friend breaking up with you, so you're hoping that by being on my good side I'll put a good word in for you so that you and Steve-o can become a thing once again? Because that would totally work and I have-!"

"Jesus, Dustin, do you ever shut up for more than 5 minutes?!" Joan moaned out, already finding the younger version of her father insufferable. Now back in the kitchen she turned towards Dustin and grabbed him by the shoulders firmly, Dustin wisely shut up now that hands made contact with his body. "Look, I-I'm over Steve, it's not a big deal, so stop bringing it up-."

"But, you guys were-!"

"-shut up or I won't drive you anywhere for the rest of the month." Joan hissed out and Dustin nodded his head quickly with wide eyes. She sighed, closing her eyes and counting to three. "I'm taking you to Mike's on one condition only."

When she was sure she had Dustin's attention, Joan backed away slowly and Dustin stayed nearly frozen in his spot waiting for whatever his sister wanted from him so he could get to his friend's house.

"Leave me in peace for the weekend."

"Deal." Dustin agreed quickly before scrambling to his room to get his things, calling out his wake, "I'll be ready in T minus five minutes!" Joan rolled her eyes and looked at the mirror on the hallway wall with a frown.

It was definitely her body staring back at her. From the tiny scar on her forehead from when she was 12 and thought she could jump from the roof of her house to the nearby tree, to the weird freckle below her chin, and down to the pimple she felt this morning on her temple... quickly, Joan made her way to her bedroom and hurriedly went through her closet for anything but what she had on currently.

"Dad! Watch how far I can jump!"

"How far you can what-? Oh shit!"

"I-is it okay if my leg bends this way?!"

"O-oh sweet Jesus..."

She looked in horror at the cheer outfits and bright colors littering here closet, trying find anything with a neutral tone or not made of jean to throw on, but none glance at her a photo next to her close of her wearing neon made Joan want to throw up. She settled with high waisted jeans and an atrociously yellow crop top before stepping out to find her, uh, mother. 

"Uh, mom?" The woman wasn't hard to find with her cats onto of her in front of the boxed television set and Joan tried to take in the scene around her. The home wasn't too different from her time, but there were significantly more photos of the mystery sister that was Joan Agatha Henderson. "I'm taking Dustin to uh, where am I taking you?!" Joan hollered out to Dustin, already forgetting where they were going.

"Jesus, woman. I'm right here." Dustin complained, rubbing his right ear where Joan and turned to yell. Joan rolled her eyes, gesturing to their mom. "We're going to Mike's house."

"Alright, sweeties. Keys on the counter. Drive safe and be home by 11:00, both of you!"

The brother and sister rushed out after their goodbyes and Joan slowed down to watch which car Dustin would go to and followed him to the older one of the two. Unlocking the old metal car, Joan quickly wished a black hole would swallow her whole.

Stick shift.

She could do this, right?

"Break, ignition, clutch.."

"You got your license a month ago and you already forgot how to drive?!" Dustin called out incredulously as the car stalled and he watched his sister whisper the instructions to herself as she tried again.

"Shut up, dork!" Joan snapped with a red face. "I-I know how to drive, okay!?"

"Then why aren't you clutch to floorboard?!" Dustin snapped back, pointing down at her feet in emphasis. There was a tense silence between the two before Dustin let out a huff of air and sat back in his seat. "Press the clutch to the floorboard."

"What?"

"Clutch to floorboard! Jesus, woman! Are you deaf?!"

"Tiny little shit..."

"Turn the key... break... shift the gear, no no, shit, no, like that! Are you trying to kill us?!"

The irony of this was that here she was being taught how to drive by her dad for the second time and he was just as stressful half the size as he was full size. But, just like when she first started driving, Joan was quick to pick it up, both Hendersons throwing their arms up in excitement with a matching whoop! 

With a grin, Joan peeled out of the driveway and followed Dustin's instructions to Mike's houses, ignoring his jabs at how could she forget how to drive and his friend's house? She paused at the familiar two story home.

She had been here only a few time for birthday parties and a sleep over or two, but indeed there it was. Ryan and Harry Wheeler's grandparents had lived here all their lives and since her dad and their dad were childhood best friends, it wasn't an abnormal thing for her to be over here on the occasional Fourth of July or birthday party.

"Are you going to come in?" Dustin popped up at her open window, sending her heart to beat sporadic once again. "Seriously dude? You're going to get scared every time you see me from now on? That hurts."

"Oh shut up, you dork." Joan snapped out, turning off the car and getting out. There was such much more she hadn't seen and didn't know... the house was so much nicer than the decades that would come after it. "Who's, uh, DMing for you guys?"

"Will, duh." Dustin replied with a roll of his eyes and knocking the secret knock. "We're going to finish this before I go off to camp next month so that there's no long break in between campaigns. That's not fun for anyone."

"You're telling me." Joan snorted, thinking back to the last time they kept a campaign throughout the Christmas break before the club discovered and her notes were terrible. It was a disaster and they had to scrap the whole play and start over again with the same world build, much to everyone's annoyance.

"What would you know? You haven't played since you decided you were too cool for the nerd shit." His hands did a mocking form of quotations even though he had his arms full.

"Just, uh, sympathy, I guess."

"Yeah, whatever, it's-."

The door opened and Dustin wasted no time shoving himself inside towards the basement with shouts of, "I brought the goods, I repeat, I brought the goods!" leaving Joan to blink with wide eyes as a mess of raven hair quickly followed Dustin down the stairs. The teen closed the front door slowly before making her way down the basement stairs as if she was on auto pilot.

It was surreal.

Chattering around the table were all of her dad's friends minus a few and she stared with wide eyes at her own friend's parents acting like children. It wasn't the attitude that through her off guard, they always acted childish, but the looks of them that made it so unsettling.

"Shut up, Lucas! You got the corner piece last time, it's my turn!"

"They're brownies! They're should be like four corner pieces!"

"Yeah, well, my mom and bitch of a sister already ate three of them. I'm pretty sure she was high."

"Joan got high?!"

"No way, dude."

"Yeah." Dustin nodded rapidly with a look of seriousness on his face and brownie crumbs littering his chin. "Mom's like, super pissed. I think she's addicted to cocaine."

"Nah, she's a cheerleader, man! There's no way, I think it would be weed."

Joan felt her eye twitch from her spot on the stairs, staring down at the group of four and tried to use Kaleigh's powers to flip tables and choke the shit out of her brother. But alas, she was not special.

Brynnyn looked just like her father, Joan mused at the miniature Uncle Lucas arguing about whether or not she did cocaine or weed. The army definitely gave him some muscles over the years and he still had that confrontational, offense attitude that was passed onto his daughter.

"She doesn't even smoke cigarettes, guys." Mike Wheeler interrupted with a roll of his eyes and a scoff. "There's no way that Aniza the Good would even touch a blunt or powder."

If she ever got out of here, she was giving Mr. Wheeler a huge hug and birthday card.

"She hasn't played in, like, three years. She's probably changed a lot." Will said matter-of-factly, yet quietly. The statement was fair, Joan supposed, but it still bothered her that these group of boys who would soon be family thought that she was a drug addict.

"I'm telling you assholes. I watched her wipe her nose and everything! I'm pretty sure there was a little bit of white dust there too and I don't think it was from powdered donuts, if you know what I mean."

"No, Dust-bin. I don't understand." Joan stepped down the stairs, making herself known and relishing in the unmasked horror on the little twerps' faces. Arms crossed, she towered over the boys with narrowed eyes, landing on the other Henderson. "Please do tell me what your bitch of a sister did?"

"Oh shit."

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I've been lookin' (part 1/2 Roommate AU)

Title: I've been lookin' (part 1)/ meet me under the mistletoe (part 2) Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson Rating: Teen Tags: FLUFF, Roommate AU/no powers, Summary: It’s an ongoing thing in their group that Bucky and Sam are polar opposite ends and everyone got sandwiched between them.

But maybe, their friends have got it wrong.

Sam has never felt better, happier, than right now. Where he’s surrounded by his friends, and they’re all done school (finally, Clint!) and they’re all employed and happy. It’s great.

They’re relaxed. They’re having fun, god forbid.

Steve sits across from him, marker in hand and whiteboard at the ready. Natasha, sitting beside Steven, has dug up some partners quiz (“relax, it can mean work partners too!”) and her and Clint had crushed it. Obviously.

“What’s Sam’s favourite comfort food?” Natasha asks, just as the apartment door opens.

“Lobster mac and cheese, why? What happened now?” Bucky responds, kicking his shoes off and not even looking at them.

Sam’s back goes ramrod straight because what the fuck? Natasha has a smirk on her face, which Sam does not like, and she’s having a whole conversation with Clint using just her eyes.

“No reason, just settling a debate,” Natasha lies smoothly (thank you, Nat). Bucky snorts.

“There is no world where beer chili is better than gourmet seafood mac and cheese, anyway,” he says with all the confidence in the world.

“I wholeheartedly agree,” she plays along. “Thanks, Buck, I knew I could count on you.” Bucky squints at her for a second but then just shrugs because, honestly, weirder shit has happened and goes to his room, closing it behind him like he always does. Steve, who hasn’t moved a muscle this entire time, just looks flabbergasted.

“Really?” He asks Sam, looking almost offended.

“Um,” Sam says unintelligibly.

“Why? What’d you put down?” Natasha asks, leaning back to look. Steve flips the board around to reveal Chili (with beer).

“I mean, that’s also correct,” Sam says immediately, so Steve doesn’t feel bad about not knowing, since Steve feels bad about almost everything all the time.

“Nuh-uh,” Natasha wags a finger. “Pick one. Absolute comfort, which one do you go for?”

“Well,” Sam starts and then he thinks for a second. “I would’ve probably also said chili, you know my Ma makes it with beer, the whole damn house smells amazing…”

“But,” Clint waves his hand for him to continue.

“Lobster Mac and Cheese was… just not something we could have all the time. You seen the price of lobster these days? Absolute robbery,” Sam shakes his head. “So, I’d only get it if I was really looking for something to hit home…Ma saved it for the… special days. Days when I really needed it.” Like when dad passed away.

“Sorry Steve, but you don’t get that point,” Natasha jabs him in the bicep and Steve is already nodding along.

“You sure you don’t want Bucky as your partner instead?” Steve jokes and Sam rolls his eyes. It’s an ongoing thing in their group that Bucky and Sam are polar opposite ends and everyone got sandwiched between them.

When they finally wrap up their game ,Natasha, Sam and Clint leave Steve and Bucky to go across the hall into their own shared apartment and Clint takes his hearing aids out, says he’s going to sleep. Which leaves Sam wide open for attack by one Natasha Romanoff.

“So.”

“Can I help you?” He sasses back, reaching for orange juice in the fridge. It’s clearly got “SAM” scribbled on it in Sharpie, because she thinks drinking from the carton is gross, but Sam sees it as a win if he gets a whole carton to himself.

“Bucky is paying awfully close attention to you,” she singsongs. “Never thought I’d see the day he’d know your secrets better than me.”

“Okay, first off, mac and cheese is not some deep dark secret,” Sam snorts. “And secondly, it was a random instance. Lord knows his memory is crazy scary, he probably picked up a conversation I had one time.”

“And deemed that fact important enough to remember forever, gotcha,” she says nonchalantly before heading to her room, because she’s infuriating like that.

“I hate you!” Sam yells at her retreating figure, but he feels like the losing one. Even when Figaro saunters into the kitchen to rub up against Sam’s leg, which usually makes him feel infinitely better, seems judgey right now. Sam scoops him up to bring him to bed and when they pass by Lucky, who lifts his head off the couch, Sam just glares at him.

“Don’t even,” he squints at the dog, who flops back down on the cushions.

The thing is: Sam cannot stop thinking about it. He tries, with maximum effort, to recall the conversation where he would have mentioned it when Bucky would have been around, because he definitely didn’t mention it to Bucky. It literally gnaws at him. If he was the type to keep secret journals, he’d accuse Bucky of reading them to spite him or something.

Natasha, of course, picks up on it.

“Are you still upset over this macaroni and cheese thing? Jesus Christ.”

“I’m not upset.”

“Sure. Why does it bother you so much that he knows something about you?”

“I’m not bothered!”

“Sure,“ she repeats.

---

It takes a few days, but Sam eventually lets it go. He chalks it up to someone that he did have that conversation with telling Bucky offhand. There. Done. Everything is fine.

Then he gets a picture from Clint, who’s at Target, with four different Dove body washes.

What colour again??

He's about to write back, but his door opens and the man in question is hauling two alarmingly big bags and Sam realizes the text came in over two hours ago.

“Don’t worry about the body wash man,” he tells Clint easily. “Sorry I didn’t text back.”

Clint looks confused for a second before he sets down the bags.

“Oh! The body wash. Yeah, no problem, here,” he says, tossing a bottle at him. Thankfully Sam’s reflexes can keep up. “Bucky said it was this one.”

And, having no idea the impact of his words, Clint unpacks some other items from his shopping trip into the kitchen before carrying the rest to his room. Sam is still standing there looking at the blue label on the bottle in his hands wondering how and why Bucky would know that.

The next time they all hang out, Bucky’s not around (as usual). It’s dinner and games, which is their usual MO, but when it hits 11:30pm, Clint asks “where’s Bucky?”

“Working late,” Steve answers. “Some client in Russia, who doesn’t respect time zones.” Sam realizes he actually has no idea what Bucky does.

“What’s he do again?” He asks, going for casual.

“Uh, he’s a fancy translator, I guess is the best term,” Steve thinks.

“Contract interpreter,” Natasha corrects. “Translates in international meetings, mostly.” Steve nods along.

“Yeah. But translates documents too. Reports, meeting minutes, that sort of thing.”

“Transcribing shit,” Clint offers helpfully. “Sucks that he’s working so late though. Damn Russia and your five hundred time zones,” he says accusingly at Natasha, who just snorts.

“There are eleven,” she rolls her eyes. “Not as bad as that World Expo in Shanghai, at least.”

“God that was the worst week of my life,” Steve grumbles, recounting their opposite time schedules.

Okay, so, he's the only one who doesn’t know anything about Bucky apparently.

Why does it make him feel like shit? It’s not like he doesn’t hang out with Bucky, it’s just that everyone else seems to have a thing with him. Steve is his best friend and roommate, and Natasha is his ex-girlfriend for fuck’s sake. Clint had met him at the shooting range, and immediately became enamoured by the fact that Bucky knew sign language. Sam’s fairly certain Clint had a crush on Bucky, before Bucky introduced him to Nat. Bucky and him… they just don’t have a thing.

And even when they get to hang out as a group, Bucky is missing half the time, which Sam only just realized was due to his schedule and not that he hated people (though, Sam is pretty sure Bucky does hate people).

---

It takes him a few days to get over that feeling too.

Life carries on, and Sam finally makes his way to case worker status, instead of just a temp agent. The gang decides to celebrate with dinner, and to Sam’s horror/delight, Bucky is also coming. The five of them pile into Steve’s Volkswagen and it’s absolutely hell on earth because Sam can practically feel Bucky’s knees in his back from behind his seat and he tries to move up as far as he can but Bucky just taps him on the shoulder and says “don’t worry about it”.

They go to one of Sam’s favourite restaurants, The Fox and the Fiddle, where he’s dying to order the chocolate lava cake before they even get to entrees but he behaves himself. They start with drinks and appetizers, chatting as though they don’t talk every damn day. He’s across from Bucky with Natasha and Clint on his right, Steve beside Bucky. He tries not to stare at Bucky, because it makes him uncomfortable, but it’s hard when the sunset catches Bucky’s eyes just right, so he studies his menu intensely even though he practically lives at this restaurant. The alcohol catches up to him though, and he excused himself to go inside to use the bathroom.

Not a moment after Sam goes, the waitress appears to take their orders for their main course.

“Did Sam say what he was getting?” Clint asks, after ordering the home burger combo for himself. Natasha orders a curry bowl before she shrugs.

“Probably the fish and chips,” she guesses. “That man has an unhealthy obsession with fish and chips.”

“Only if they’re from Lenny’s or Duckworth's. It's the chicken and waffles here,” Bucky intervenes. “Not that it matters, he only came here for the cake.” He orders tacos for himself. Steve orders a grilled chicken wrap combo.

“Well? Waffles or fish or chips?” Steve tries to reach a consensus.

“Waffles,” Bucky says the same time Natasha says “fish and chips.” Bucky considers for a moment.

“Sorry, can I change my order? I’ll take the chicken and waffles, and our friend will take the fish and chips.”

“Sure thing,” the bubbly waitress smiles, obviously enamoured by their little group. Sam comes back a few minutes later and picks up the conversation again. Steve sees the waitress coming back with their order.

“Oh, forgot to tell you the waitress came by. What were you gonna order again?”

“Steve, man, I just want like ten lava cakes. But I guess if we’re doing real food I’ll order some chicken and waffles. Shit, they’re sauce is so good, I don’t know what it is about it.”

He doesn’t miss the way everyone's eyes dart around the table, except Bucky’s, who is firmly staring at a spot on the table.

The waitress comes with another server in tow, helping her carry everything, and hands everyone their order. “Alright, I’ve got the wrap for you, a curry bowl for you, burger combo here, the fish and chips-”

“Sorry, those were mine,” Bucky interrupts, and the waitress switches trajectory, puts the plate in front of Bucky instead.

“Oh, sorry about that! I could have sworn-“

“No, no, it’s - we probably just mixed it up,” Bucky brushes her apology away, and she smiles at him again, accepting the white lie, and maybe checking him out.

“And that leaves the chicken and waffles for you, then!” She says to Sam. “Enjoy your meal everyone, I’ll be back with your dessert menus after.”

“You guys are the best,” Sam smiles, digging into his plate with gusto. Steve, Natasha and Clint don’t miss the way Bucky’s mouth curves upward in a small smile before he tucks away into his-but-not-really-his order. Steve whispers something in Bucky’s ear and he shakes his head with some sort of look that only Steve can interpret. Whatever it is, Steve doesn’t press.

Sam does end up ordering his lava cake, and an extra one to go. Everyone is full and cheerful, and when they step out of the elevator, Bucky just makes it to the top of the stairs (he never takes the elevator). They say goodnight, Clint and Natasha heading in first and Steve ahead of Bucky.

“It’s the dill,” Bucky says to Sam in lieu of a goodnight before blinking and turning around to follow Steve.

It takes Sam almost an hour to figure out what the hell Bucky meant by that.

“… I’ll order some chicken and waffles. Shit, they’re sauce is so good, I don’t know what it is about it.”

Dill. Huh, he’d never really thought about it.

---

Sam comes home from work one day, feeling exhausted. He loves his job, and his vets, but hearing their stories overwhelmed him sometimes. He’s only seen half a tour and he’s been out of combat for years now, it shouldn’t be weighing on him so much anymore, and he starts to doubt his choice getting into his line of work. Can he hold himself together?

When he nears the door, he hears Steve laughing and realizes he forgot about the plans they’d made today. Not wanting to let his friends down, he took a few breaths, and rolled his shoulders, making sure he had a smile on his face.

“SAM! Oh, we’re just watching Jo Koy. Do you wanna start from the beginning?” Steve offers.

“Nah, I’m good, I’ve seen his specials at least half a dozen times, I’mma just get changed,” Sam waves him off and takes stock of his living room. Natasha is sitting in Clint’s lap on one of their recliners. Steve and his girlfriend, Sharon, are on the couch with Bucky sitting on the other side of Steve. He looks kind of miserable, but he looks like that pretty often so Sam can’t be sure. Sam sets his stuff down in his room, changes into a more comfortable shirt and heads back out to claim the other recliner. He’s still unwinding, so his friends are laughing away and he feels a little out of it. Tired. Bucky’s laugh is surprisingly light and it’s - shit, it’s kinda beautiful. Sam has to consciously not look in the direction of the couch but when Steve starts to choke as he’s laughing, Sam has an excuse to look over and Bucky’s face has lost some of its usual tension, an easy smile on his face.

He might’ve been staring a little too long, because Bucky looks over and they make direct eye contact and even as Sam tries to look at everyone else, he knows he’s caught. He looks back though, because he can’t help it, and Bucky just mouths at him, with a scrunch of his eyebrows, “you okay?”

He just nods and smiles, but maybe it’s not convincing enough. After a few minutes, Bucky picks up the empties on the table and wordlessly heads to the kitchen. Sam knows better than to think a beer would help, so he hasn’t bothered.

Bucky comes back and hands out his foraging - a cider for Sharon, a Guinness for Steve, Klinskoye for Nat and a hipster craft beer for Clint. He has to make a second trip apparently, and takes an awfully long time. He comes back with - tea?

Sam gives him an odd look, but accepts the steaming mug and instantly knows the calming scent of chamomile. It’s actually perfect, for the day he’d had.

“Really guys, tapping out?” Sharon ribs them. Bucky just chuckles and takes the attention off Sam.

“I’m an old man alright, and I’ve got a consult in two hours,” he says. “Sorry Sam, but since all our friends are alcoholics I’m going to need you to drink this with me in solidarity.” Sam has no idea if he’s lying or not, but he puts his mug up to salute Bucky and takes a sip, appreciating that Bucky put honey in it just how he likes. It’s… Sam’s sure that Bucky doesn’t actually need the tea, but the thought of Bucky putting on a front for him makes that squiggly cloud of confusion in his mind return.

“Midnight? Ew,” Clint makes a face and Sam remembers that there’s a conversation happening.

“Kazakhstan,” Bucky sighs, like that explains everything (and apparently it does because almost everyone else just nods solemnly).

Sam finds himself spending a little more time watching Bucky, but in his defence, he has seen this special a few times.

---

Unfortunately, someone must have had something because in the days following their hangout, Sharon and Steve are sick as dogs, and Clint starts to come down with it too. Natasha had quarantined him in their room while she took the couch but it was too late, and her fever caught up to her by morning. Nobody thought anything of it until Sam heard Clint throwing up at 2:00am one day and yeah, no thanks. Sam resolutely avoids the common areas and basically locks himself to his room.

The group chat is absolutely dismal with their primary chatters down for the count so he’s surprised when Bucky texts him separately. There’s no “hi” or “hello” which makes Sam kind of amused because it’s just like Bucky to cut to the chase.

Sam is kind of dying at the image though, and he knows he can’t just keep typing LOL but Bucky’s actually got a sense of humour that Sam’s not sure he’s seen before.

And Sam feels like a dick because he’s obviously taken too long to respond and making Bucky feel awkward about it. The thing is, it’s actually a really thoughtful proposition.

Has Bucky ever called him pal before? Sam can’t remember. He hears Bucky say it to Steve, a lot. And Clint, too. Sam kinda feels warm about it. He texts Steve anyway, even if Bucky’s probably already caught him up to speed.

He basically packs as soon as he can, blames it on the fact that he’s going a little stir crazy in his room. He’s knocking on Bucky’s door and Bucky opens it, sweating through the front of his t-shirt and a few shorter strands of hair loose in his face having escaped from his bun. His hair - a manbun -

His entire brain short circuits while Bucky is opening the door wider and apologizing so he misses half of what Bucky says but regardless, it is still unacceptable because wow.

“What, no! No, I mean, I kinda just popped in -“

“Well I did kind of invite you -“

“And I totally forgot to tell you I was coming like, right now, I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

“It’s okay, I was actually just finishing up,” Bucky shrugs, locking the door behind Sam. “Um, I’m gonna go shower, but you already know where everything is, so, make yourself at home?”

Bucky looks a little embarrassed and Sam really does bad for interrupting the man’s workout but the image of Bucky flushed and breathing heavily is now permanently stuck in Sam’s brain. He’s not sure if he’s grateful or if he’s doomed himself.

Objectively speaking, Sam knows that Bucky is a physically attractive individual. He’s pretty sure that he accidentally said so out loud to Rhodey at some party years ago when they were all still young enough to party without feeling like garbage the next day. Steve had been all “hey is it cool if my buddy comes for a run with us” and Sam said “sure” not thinking it’d be The Bucky.

Back then, Bucky had worn a plain baseball cap low on his head the whole time and didn’t talk.

Steve introduced them and Sam shook the man’s hand politely and then Steve pulled Sam ahead, striking up conversation like he always did and Sam couldn’t help feeling a little awkward knowing his friend was left out.

“It’s… he just got back,” Steve had explained and then suddenly Sam understood the feeling of being forced to do activities he didn’t really want to, and how the last thing Bucky probably wanted was idle chit chat. Sam just nodded and kept pace as best as he could, but he couldn’t help checking over his shoulder every now and then. When all his muscles were on fire and he tapped out, Steve had also plopped his ass on the grass while Sam sucked in air greedily, hands on his knees.

“If - you want - Buck, go for - another - lap. I’ll just - wait here,” Steve had panted out. Bucky’s chest was also rapidly rising and falling, his prosthetic gleaming in the sunlight. Sam remembered not knowing how Bucky could possibly physically manage but the man just nodded once and then took off on the same circuit, even faster.

“What the fuck,” Sam said, out of both jealousy and awe.

“Yeah, he’s been a bit restless since he got back, but doesn’t know how to burn all the energy. He comes with me to the gym sometimes but between the two of us, we’ve broken enough equipment that I think they’re seriously going to ban us.” Sam just laughed and shook his head while Steve laid down enjoying the shade from the trees.

“The arm, I’m guessing?”

“Yeah. I… they almost lost him. Saved him, but not the arm.” Sam didn’t want to pry. He knew of Bucky already, Steve had mentioned a lot of childhood stories but not in great detail.

“He’s back now,” Sam assures, because he knew sometimes people just needed to hear it.

“Yeah,” Steve closed his eyes. His breathing is starting to even out. Bucky comes around the corner again and slows his almost-run to a nice jog.

“Another?” Steve asked and that time, Bucky paused, hands on his waist as he breathed deeply. He gave a small shake of his head and Steve got up, clapping his friend on the shoulder.

“Good run, boys.”

Sam snaps out of his reverie when Bucky raps a knuckle on his doorframe; Sam hadn’t even heard the shower turn off. Bucky’s hair is still a bit damp despite his efforts to towel dry it and it’s kind of haphazardly strewn across his head which makes him look softer.

“Dinner?” Bucky asks and Sam realizes he hasn’t eaten all day. He tells Bucky as much and is disarmed by the charming grin on the other man’s face.

Bucky passes him some fresh sheets, offers to help him but then Sam orders him into the kitchen and Bucky leaves him to unpack, not that there’s much to it other than setting up a work desk with his laptop.

It doesn’t take long before the apartment starts to fill with the telltale sizzling of something being fried and Sam pops into the kitchen. On the other side of the island, Sam can definitely see chicken happening and there’s batter in a deep bowl, on the counter and on Bucky’s arm.

“Are you making what I think you’re making?” Sam asks, because he doesn’t want to presume but…

“I’m gonna beat The Fox and the Fiddle, mark my words,” Bucky states confidently and Sam’s stomach swoops at the cocky smirk on his face.

“Now that I can’t wait to see. Can I help with anything?” Bucky considers for a moment and then hands him the tongs.

“Take over? I’m gonna start on the sauce.”

“If you make a sauce better than the one at the Fox, I would eat my hat.” Bucky laughs, and Sam memorizes every tone.

“If we’re making bets here, I’m sure we can get more creative than eating a hat. Which you don’t wear. Ever.” And maybe Sam’s been spiralling lately because it sounds almost flirtatious but tries to just focus on not burning the chicken. Bucky alternates between the waffle iron and the sauce. Sam tries to peek at what Bucky’s sprinkling in but the damn bastard keeps blocking his view, almost as if he knew. He does smell the dill though when that comes into play, no hiding that.

When the chicken is done, Bucky boots Sam out of the kitchen back to the other side of the island and he plates everything like a damn chef.

“Beer?”

“Sure.”

Sam is thoroughly impressed, enough that the first bite literally leaves him speechless. Bucky swallows his bite and tilts his head to put his face in Sam’s direct line of sight.

“Sam?” And Jesus, Sam needs to get a grip on himself.

“This is sinful,” Sam finally finishes his first bite. “You’ve been holding out on us man, I didn’t know you could cook like this!” Bucky pretends to be offended.

“You guys thought Steve did the cooking? Are you nuts?!” And then he proceeds to launch into a story about how Steve once microwaved bowl noodles but forgot to add water first, and the time he forgot that he was boiling water, turning the pot black as coal. Which leads to Sam asking for more stories, and by the end of dinner, the two of them are laughing their asses off.

He learned a lot about Bucky, a lot of things he didn’t know or ever think of in the same breath as Bucky.

“Can I ask you something?” He suddenly says once they’ve stopped exchanging the funniest stories in their armoury trying to get the other to choke on their food.

“Sure?”

“How’d you know about the mac and cheese thing?” He thinks he kind of sounds like an idiot. “I just - even Steve didn’t know that.” Bucky takes a deep breath.

“Your sister - when she came that day,” Bucky says, like he’s carefully choosing his words. And Sam has to think about the last time Sarah had flown to visit him. It wasn’t that often - she had a business, kids, which meant she came up for the Big Stuff.

Like when Riley -

Oh. Oh. Despite the circumstances, Sam smiles at the memory. He was so relieved to see her, remembering how weak and exhausted he felt, clinging to his sister like she could save him. She kind of did, replicating Ma’s recipe, and they had the whole tray over the span of 6 hours with a white wine for her and (too many) beers for him. She couldn’t stay long, but he remembers that she came, for him.

“That… makes a lot of sense.”

“Was it buggin’ you that I knew or something?” Bucky asks, a little confused. Sam lets out a kind of bitter laugh.

“No, not like - it just surprised me, that you remembered,” Sam admits. “So, what’s your comfort food?” Bucky laughs again, and Sam loves how easy it is for Bucky now - that maybe he’s just always been this open, friendly guy one-on-one and Sam’s lost out on all of it because he was too much of a chickenshit to just ask Bucky to hang out, just the two of them.

“I’m not really sure, to be honest,” Bucky stares off into the distance. “There, uh, was a bit of time where I didn’t really… like eating? I ate of course, because I wasn’t trying to like, starve myself, or anything like that. Christ I thought Steve was going to get me committed. It’s just - I don’t know.”

“You had a complicated relationship with food.”

“Yeah, that. I mean, I was POW, they weren’t exactly feeding me gourmet meals, so anything kind of tastes great after,” he said a little dryly. Then he winces like he realized that his joke was distasteful. “Sorry.” Sam just shakes his head.

“The fact you can joke about it at all is an amazing feat, you know,” he says honestly. “And I’m sorry you went through that, I can’t imagine…” Bucky just smiles sadly.

“I’m home now,” Bucky just shrugs, and continues his meal. It reminds Sam of when he’d said that to Steve on their first run.

“Yeah, you are.” Sam realizes how strong Bucky truly is. To go through what he went through, not just with being captured but losing his arm and reintegrating, rehabilitating, and still functioning at such a high level. He tells Bucky as much, while they’re being open and all.

“It’s not - I’m really not,” Bucky stammers. “I still have bad days.”

“I think we all do,” Sam assures him.

“You never seem to,” Bucky blurts out. “I mean, like, you always seem - you smile, all the time. Help people. Talk to people. Everyone goes to you with their problems and you just fix ‘em like it’s nothing. Always knew you’d get the case worker position, it was a no-brainer.”

“I like helping people,” Sam shrugs, like it’s no big deal, even though he’s really surprised that Bucky was talking about him in such a light. “Helping people is what makes me happy.”

“Yeah, ‘course you’d say that,” Bucky grumbles with a smile before finishing his beer. “You just always seem to have it together, even after going through… well y’know. I always wished I was more like you in that sense.” Sam was a bit floored by the sudden admiration. Or… had he been a bit blind this whole time?

“That’s awfully nice of you to say, Buck.” The man doesn’t say anything, ducks his head instead and they finish the last few bites in a companionable silence.

He bullies Bucky into watching something on Netflix with him, since he’s been watching off his laptop for the past few days, not daring to even sit on the couch. It doesn’t take much, and Bucky one-ups him by cracking out ice cream and two spoons.

They sit close enough to share the tub between them, and Sam realizes how easily they’d spent the day together. Why hadn’t they done this before?

“Steve thinks it’s gross to eat ice cream straight from the tub,” Bucky grumbles.

“Uh, didn’t he sneeze on you?”

“Yeah, he fuckin’ did.” And the two of them laugh, easy and free, light and breezy.

“If it makes you feel any better, Nat writes my name on the orange juice because she thinks drinking from the carton is barbaric.” Bucky rolls his eyes.

“She thinks that way about a lot of things. You ever try to get a spoonful of peanut butter for yourself when she has the tub out?”

“Suicide,” Sam nods solemnly so he can see the crinkle of Bucky’s eyes as he laughs.

The show finishes and Netflix, bless, autoplays the next episode as they finish with the carton and chuck it on the table.

“I don’t know why he wouldn’t just do it himself,” Bucky complains about the protagonist.

“Right?” Sam practically yells. “I can’t stand it."

“Hey, Sam?”

“Yeah?” He turns to find Bucky facing him, his eyes a terribly beautiful shade of blue in the dim room, the lights from the TV flickering in them.

“Think maybe I could be reading this wrong but…” His voice and eyes trail off as he swallows thickly, his arm that’d been slung over the couch making its way to rest by Sam’s shoulder.

Sam’s heart thumps strongly against his chest, and the feelings he’s had these past few months just make sense. He can’t possibly think it’s anything else when Bucky leans in ever so slightly and Sam makes up the rest of the distance.

It’s slow and soft, vanilla-sweet and perfect as their bodies inch closer and closer until Sam’s able to get his arms around Bucky, the cool metal of Bucky’s hand cradling his face in return.

“Definitely not wrong,” Sam whispers when they break apart, foreheads resting against each other’s.

“Thank god.” Bucky’s thumb gently strokes across Sam’s cheek. “I’ve… I didn’t think you’d ever even look my way, to be honest.”

“You’re outta your damn mind,” Sam grunts before sliding his hands up Bucky’s torso, making the other man shiver, and resting them against his neck, thumbs just against the hard set of Bucky’s jaw. “Let me show you how much I’ve been looking.”

Bucky’s soft chuckle gets lost between them as Sam brings them together again. The stubble under the pads of his thumbs, Bucky’s arms around him, the laugh track coming from the TV - he’s not sure why it’d taken them so long to realize they were this perfect for each other.

And so, when Steve announces that he’s moving in with Sharon and Bucky is suddenly on the market for a new roommate, he doesn’t hesitate when Bucky hands him Steve’s old key.

For WinterFalcon Bingo 2021! [Bingo Square: Roommate] See also: [overall masterlist] & [Giveaway]

💖 Taglist: @anonnygon @jackiehollanderr @granpafrisbee @fanatic434 @aboukie

🙏 Thank you as always for reading!!!

#onlysambucky #sambucky #winterfalcon #winterfalconbingo #winterfalconbingo2021 #sam wilson #bucky barnes #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #sam wilson fanfiction #fluff

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Julie and the Phantoms Fanfiction Master List

Decided I should put together a list of what I’ve done so far since I have a feeling I’m going to do a lot more! I’m ICanSpellConfusionWithAK on AO3. 💜

Longer Works: 

Feels Like I’ve Opened My Eyes Again 

After the whirlwind her life has been since the boys showed up it’s not that surprising that Julie would be a little tired. But is it normal that she’s more exhausted than she’s ever been? With Nick acting weird, Alex and Reggie both wrapped up in their own problems and her relationship with Luke still a big question mark she has her work cut out for her if she’s looking to sit back and relax.

Basically my ideas and speculation about what season 2 might hold, or at least some of the things I would like to see. Lots and lots of Juke and found family goodness plus a healthy dose of Caleb shenanigans. 

100,000+ words, Completed.

If All I'm Dreaming is You

Sequel to Feels Like I've Opened My Eyes Again. After the events of Feels Like I've Opened My Eyes Again, Julie feels like things may finally be settling down. Of course, nothing ever seems to work out that way. Things with the band are picking up, her dad has a lot of thoughts on just how close she and Luke should be at all times and Caleb may be gone but he's left behind a whole lot of ghosts who are looking for other ways to stick around. With just about everyone in her life going through intense changes and her own newfound abilities suddenly in high demand, can Julie hold it all together and get back to that simple life she's been craving? Or is that all just a dream...

Currently updating.

We Found Wonderland 

At the end of season one Julie isn’t able to save the boys and they are jolted out of existence. But what if there was another way? Julie finds herself back in 1995 with a chance to stop the boys of Sunset Curve from ever dying at all. But will she be able to find her way home afterwards? Will she want to? Or has Alice really gone down the rabbit hole this time...

Julie and Luke as initially reluctant roommates, lots of eventual Juke, plenty of found family fun, a decent amount of angst, time travel fun, did I mention lots of Juke? Happy ending.

190,000+ words, Completed.

Heard your voice through all the noise

JATP/Stranger Things. Luke and his band were supposed to play a gig that had the potential to change their lives. Instead a fateful trip through the woods leaves them face to face with something unexplainable and they disappear without a trace, not to be seen by anyone for 25 years. Half the town thinks they ran away and the other half think they were murdered, but Rose isn't so sure. The boys' disappearance isn't the only weird thing she's noticed lately and she's determined to get to the bottom of what's going on, even if the only one willing to help is her former friend Steve, a popular jerk she doesn't want anything to do with. Meanwhile in 2020, Rose's daughter Julie is used to going it alone. Still mourning the death of her mother years earlier and stuck with the unwelcome attention that comes with being the sheriff's daughter, she just wants to keep her head down until she can graduate and get out of Hawkins. But when her little brother Carlos goes missing and she somehow manages to pull three guys who have been missing for decades over from another dimension they call "the upside down", everything changes. Now both sets of teens are caught in a battle against evil government scientists, monsters and their own hearts...25 years apart.

Currently updating.

Requests, one shots and drabbles: 

Juke Bodyguard AU (based on trope game requests) 

Part 1 

Part 2

Part 3

On AO3

Luke meeting Reggie (500 followers prompt)

Second Kiss (500 followers prompt)

First Date (500 followers prompt)

Julie and Luke Disagreeing on New Album (500 followers prompt)

Peppered Kisses + Illness (500 followers prompt)

Going Public (500 Followers Prompt)

Magazine Cover/Article Edit (Julie announces she's dating Luke)

Julie is a rising pop star and Luke is her new bodyguard. Julie used to think there was “no such thing as a cute bodyguard” but she’s been proved very thoroughly wrong. Can she navigate her journey through stardom and her growing feelings for the guy tasked with keeping her safe?

A Special Case

Julie knows she has feelings for her bodyguard Luke even if she’s nowhere near ready to tell him that. Still, sometimes she finds herself forgetting that’s what he’s supposed to be to her. All of that comes rushing back when she finds herself in a dangerous situation. Written to celebrate one year of writing for JATP.

ON AO3

Our Family

Julie and her former bodyguard Luke have been dating for awhile but this is their first Christmas together. Luke wants to impress Julie’s family and Julie just wants him to understand that he is her family too.

Wrap me up 

On AO3

Julie & Luke After She Recovers (500 followers prompt)

Julie is absolutely miserable. She’s caught a nasty flu and is so busy pretending to be fine that she’s totally pushed away everyone who could be taking care of her. Luckily Luke is more than prepared to step in. 

Lucky it Was Hot Dogs

On AO3

The fact that his cause of death was a bad hot dog has some unexpected perks. It gives Luke a way to make it into a joke when he needs to but maybe it's not always funny. Maybe he wishes just once in awhile that he could talk to someone about the fact that he's...well...dead. Luckily Julie is up to the task.

Like You Could Love Me

On AO3

Day After Like You Could Love Me (500 Followers Prompt)

Julie hadn't slept in almost 48 hours. Luke was waiting for her on the porch when she got home. Exhaustion + unspoken feelings and things were about to get interesting. "I wish you wouldn't look at me like that." "Like what?' "I don't know," She hesitated. "Like you could love me."

We Found Wonderland Bonus Fics

Promises Kept (A We Found Wonderland missing scene)

On AO3

Luke's reaction to major events towards the end of We Found Wonderland.

More (A We Found Wonderland missing scene)

A We Found Wonderland missing moment taking place immediately after Julie and Luke’s “first” kiss. Written to celebrate one year of writing for JATP.

On AO3

We Found Wonderland Sickfic (500 Followers Prompt)

We Found Wonderland Carnival Missing Scene (500 followers prompt)

We Found Wonderland + Flower Fields (500 followers prompt)

We Found Wonderland Willex + Pining (500 followers prompt)

We Found Wonderland Willex + Shenanigans (500 followers prompt)

We Found Wonderland Bonus Content (by myself and others)

You're My Dream Box

Julie has a different place to put her lyrics and dreams and things that don't make her sad these days.

Feels Like I've Opened My Eyes Again and If All I'm Dreaming is You Bonus FIcs

Julie & Luke + Nightmare (Feels Like I've Opened My Eyes Again Missing Scene)

Willex + Hugs (If All I'm Dreaming is You Missing Scene)

Cruel Summer (Record Label Interns AU)

On AO3

Julie Molina doesn’t sing. At least not anymore. Her dad knows this which makes his insistence that she spend the summer interning at her uncle Trevor’s record label, surrounded by all the dreams she’s trying so hard to pretend she’s let go, even more cruel. Luke Patterson has no interest in working at a record label, or any job really that doesn’t involve having a guitar in his hands. But if accepting the internship his mom found for him will get him one step closer to getting his band’s demo in front of someone who can give them their big break, he’s willing to deal with it. Neither of them really want to be there but when they collide with their delayed dreams and each other…maybe the summer won’t be so cruel after all.

If I bleed you'll be the last to know

The internship neither of them wanted hasn’t turned out to be so bad after all. Julie is finally starting to open up to music again and she’s starting to open up to Luke as well. He on the other hand is feeling trapped in the moment he let his mom down and isn’t sure they’ll ever be able to move past it. He’s determined to help Julie but can he help himself?

Part 2 of the Juke record label interns au, celebrating 1 year of writing for JATP.

ON AO3

Watch Out for That Sugar Rush (Inspired by art by grayskyluna and a post by thedeathdeelers)

Sugar Rush, Julie's band with her best friends Flynn and Carrie just got what might be their big break. They're booked to open (ok, open for the opener before the opener) for one of their favorite bands at an outdoor music festival. Julie's pretty sure it's going to be a life changing day. Throw in an oddly determined guy named Luke and some very unfortunate weather and she just might be right...just not in the way she expected.

Soft

Luke has always been pretty soft but the way he looks at Julie?That's soft.

Tell Me a Story (LOTR AU + Moodboard)

A princess without a country. A soldier without a war. Neither of them expected to play much of a role in the great events to come. But when the council in Rivendell falls apart and Julie volunteers to take the one ring to Mordor, what can Luke do but offer her his sword and his oath that he'll spend his last breath to get her there. He's not about to let the love of his life walk towards certain death alone, even if she doesn't know how he feels, even if he knows a simple fighter could never be worthy of her. But the more miles they cover, the further they get from the roles they were born to play and the closer they get to each other. Luke begins to hope there could be a future for them, but when you're facing the end of everything...hope is a dangerous thing.

Bad Day

Julie is having a bad day. No big reason, just a bad day. Luke knows what to do.

On AO3

While You Were Sleeping

AU of the romcom While You Were Sleeping. Julie doesn't have a lot going for her other than her fantasies about Nick, the cute guy she sees at work and her dreams of marrying him one day. When she saves his life only for him to end up in a coma with his family thinking she's actually his fiancee things get really complicated really fast. They get even more complicated once she meets his brother Luke and the two start to fall for each other. Julie just needs to wait for Nick to wake up and get back to her normal life only things are never that simple. It's time for Julie to decide what...and who...she really wants.

Only you have shown me how to love being alive

After a virus spreads through the world leaving most of the population dead or a carrier, zombie like creatures out for blood, Julie keeps to herself and uses rules to stay alive. It’s worked for her so far. When she crosses paths with Luke and sees the way he still manages to hold onto the things that make him human she starts to doubt her strategy. And when she starts to fall for him? Following the rules just got a lot harder.

On AO3

Our Song

A peak into that missing songwriting weekend where Luke and Julie finished Stand Tall.

Julie hasn't touched her songwriting notebook in a year, hasn't seen the point when she can't imagine herself finishing those songs without her mom. She never thought there would be anyone else she could trust with them. But with Luke? With Luke she just knows.

Written for the Julie and the Phantoms fan zine Bright Forever.

On AO3

I'll take your chaos and your crooked in a heartbeat

Julie has a lot to deal with leading up to the dance performance at her school, not the least of which is the fact that she’s trying to balance her life with her ghost band. You would think all of that would mean what she’s going to wear for the performance would be the least of her worries, but sometimes it’s the smallest things that drag you down. Luckily Luke still hasn’t quite got that whole boundaries thing down.

ON AO3

#my fics #fanfiction #juke #jatp #writing

[redxblueihateloveyou]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime, books, movies or tv series)? Thanks....

Holy shit that is such a tough question haha. I was really like trying to remember all the stuff I've read and watched ever and my brain short circuted for a moment lol this is in no particular order and from original sources (no offense to any adaptations, even if I like them).

Richard Cypher (I mean Terry Goodkind's 12+4 books), Cara (/Kara, also from there), Wu Xie (DMBJ), Zhang Qiling (DMBJ), Lan Zhan (MDZS), Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf), Akashi Seijuro (KNB), Natsume Takashi (Natsume Yuujinchou), Haruka Nanase (Free!), Steve Rogers (you know that one xD).

Fun fact, not to be dramatic or anything, but I really want to say special thanks for Richard & Wu Xie. The way they go about life in general and their incredible trait of finding ways out of seemingly impossible situations without falling into depression and genuinely finding joy in tiny things in some godforsaken ugly ass situations, their adventures and way of thinking got me through some of the toughest shit of my short but hella weird life. Like I've been raised good ofc and got exteremely lucky with my family and I'm saying it without trying to make anyone go like "oh poor you" (I mean you know I never share anything here, I genuinely feel like that won't help anyone really, nor me focusing on that also here, nor anyone with their own problems reading this, thats why I just take breaks and come back when I can), but things of last years like... packing medical document while there's blood everywhere cause my elder sister almost cut off her tongue and dad is in shock, mom in the hospital with internal stomach bleeding, my weird spine operation where doctors for some reason refused to even answer what it was, camping in the hospital while little sister close to diabetic coma at age of 5, putting my cat to sleep bc of the painful neck cancer, grandpa dying twice in one day, finding weird bump in my chest and for 2 months of awful tests thinking "oh hell that might be it" fairly recently... etc lol (I'm not even counting like "world things" here).

I would go down if it wasn't for their way of thinking 😂. Like if I had other mentality, not enough brains and humor sometimes too and went wrong ways about these things, I would drown istg.

It's mostly from them I got all the whining and pitying yourself isn't an option, don't focus on the bad no matter how bad it is find a solution instead, always be happy about you have right now, don't blame anything on others and don't think anyone owes you anything, the first person who can help you is you, those who love you most important what others think doesn't matter, no matter how bad it is move your butt, idiots be idiots move on (esp thoughts of 6th SOT book and Restart is what keeps me breathing when I genuinely think that I won't be able to survive the pure idiocity of the crowd and be like its okay), if you truly can't change anything and did everything possible then just adapt to that and learn how to thrive with what you got etc.

Richard was there for me for a while (like 7 years or smth I think), Wu Xie came recently (but already been tremendous help to me haha). I just think if if wasn't for these series, I'd for sure be sitting somewhere pitying myself about how "life is unfair" instead of being happy. And thats a gift really.

I know half of it coming from the fact that there were times my family didn't have much, so its probably why I can be so happy with so little, but finding positivite things in some complete ass is for sure coming from these guys haha. I remember first time Richard pulled off this thing with anderith ppl my jaw was literally on the floor, I was so impressed with this book, I really was like "I wanna be like that" lmao. It was like... stripped of fucking everything, forced to be surrounded by most idiotic brain-washed haters (they were also extra religious.. which is a special pain for a person like me), separated from the dying and suffering love of your life, just the whole absolute horrid of the whole situation (I can't even describe it, but Istg it was painful to read for me, I was so pissed, I was reading like " jfc how is he even gathering himself? I wouldn't be able to handle even 2 mins of that"), but he not only fucking found ways without even teeny tiny histeric, he managed to come out a fucking winner too. I'm still to this day don't think any character ever shook me like that. And I've read and watched TOO much stuff.

I mean, with recent events also, last weeks I don't even wanna start on what we did and what happened and what ppl around me got like about many things. If it wasn't for Wu Xie's life motto I'd be along with many into the pit of "why", instead of actually you know.. doing things you gotta do. So they hold a special place in my heart in their own way, where you go like "oh damn this fiction character changed my life" not just cause they're your type and certain traits that attract you, you know lmao ;)

#answered #elaine2895 #anime #books #movies #<3 #and I know some of them prob don't make sense considering all he stuff I've read lol #but I have personal reasons for those trust me haha

[roselen-mylady]

the game | part two

Part One

Steve hated to admit it but he had always been a jealous person. As a child he was jealous of the way so many other kids had dads that tucked them in at night. As a teen he was jealous of how easily Bucky made women swoon. As an adult he was jealous of Stark when he attempted to woo Peggy. And now he was jealous because it seemed everyone but himself was able to easily talk and even kiss Y/n.

Oh how badly he had wanted to.

And he almost did during that game of spin the bottle. Yet he'd lost his nerve. And lost his chance.

Thor's laughter had drawn his full attention toward the pair. Not that his eye had ever left Y/n but now the man before him was blatantly being ignored as Steve's entire focus was on Y/n and Thor. He strained to hear whatever was being said by her but he could hardly pay attention as Thor lifted her into the air and spun her around like a princess.

He could've done that.

His blood nearly boiled as he watched Thor kiss her. It was innocent, he knew that, but he just couldn't help it. He was angry at the world and Thor but mostly himself.

Before Thanos he thought he'd have all the time he needed to work up to confessing his feelings for her while she stayed in Wakanda watching after his best friend. But when she was snapped away he realized he had made a horrible mistake. A mistake he regretted every minute of every day during those long five years.

But now he had a chance to fix it.

Yet he hadn't been able to talk to her since she returned. The friendship they'd had before then was bashful but strong yet during her absence he had distanced himself from the idea of her in order to cope.

When she returned all the emotions he felt came rushing back in waves. And he was still blowing it.

•••

"I'm so tired of watching these two pine after one another." Wanda spoke suddenly, making Bucky turn toward her, dragging his gaze away from the pair.

"What do you mean?" Bucky asked, looking back at them as Wanda came to stand at his side, watching them with him.

"You mean you haven't noticed? Y/n's in love with Steve. Steve's in love with Y/n. It's agonizing to watch, really." She sighed, rather vexed with the entire situation. It was her after all who had watched them through the years. They'd known each other ever since before the accords and all that time they'd had an awkward friendship in which feelings were obvious on both ends yet neither had the courage to act.

She hated to imagine how Y/n's death might've affected him but yet it still hadn't given him the will of the courage to act. It pained her to watch the two fall back into their old ways.

"Y/n loves Steve?" Bucky mumbled, disbelief evident in his features. Wanda nodded, her eyes trailing Y/n as she made her way to Peter, who was standing haphazardly close to Steve.

"More than life itself, though she'll never admit it. I saw it when I had to enter her thoughts years ago during a mission we had in Germany." Wanda explained. She remembered the overwhelming feeling of Y/n's emotions. They crashed into her stronger than any wave could and even after all these years they were just as strong.

"Then why haven't they done anything?" Bucky asked. He looked down at her finding the same lost expression on her face that was more than likely on his.

"I don't know. Y/n told me last week the same thing she told me all those years ago. Things are too complicated and she can't risk losing him if he doesn't feel the same." Wanda quoted Y/n, her annoyance seeping through her words.

Bucky scoffed, recognizing the excuse as something very similar to Steve's and he shook his head, feeling the same defeat Wanda did. "Just like them to be too stupid to be happy." He groaned, looking up at them.

"Yeah. But hopefully when he kisses her one of them will do something." Wanda hoped her statement might encourage their boldness.

"Unless it's a repeat of spin the bottle." Bucky said, dreading the chance that it might happen. Wanda cringed, shaking her head.

"Y/n won't allow it. She takes the game too seriously." She replied, more to convince herself than Bucky. It was true. Y/n would get Steve to kiss her whether it was for the win or her own motives. That is if her nerves didn't take over.

"Let's hope."

•••

"Well, if it isn't Spiderman." Y/n called out, grabbing Peter's attention. He smiled brightly, finally being called by his preferred name and not Spiderboy.

"Ms. Y/n! What-what are you doing here?" Peter's sore attempt at small talk made him wince but thankfully Y/n didn't seem to mind, looking down at his glass.

"Just mingling. Whatcha drinking?" She asked curiously, wondering if Tony had allowed the poor boy a drink while dealing with all the people who no doubt asked him millions of questions regarding his presence and age.

"Sprite. Mr. Stark said he can't allow me to 'drink and swing'." Peter adjusted his glass, using his fingers as quotations before letting out a short giggle at the phrase.

Y/n laughed as well, trying to appear relaxed as she felt a certain pair of eyes on her. Steve was standing just a few feet away with Tony, not within earshot but close enough to send butterflies to her stomach. With each kiss she collected she felt more and more anxious knowing eventually she'd reach Steve. Was she ready for that?

"Well, that simply won't do. It's a party, Peter, and I can't allow you to not drink. When I was your age Tony was slipping me drinks left and right, it's only fair I pass on the tradition." She explained, leaning forward carefully as her hand brushed his.

He blushed, his eyes widening like saucers as she skillfully slipped his glass out of his hand, replacing it with her own. Glancing at Tony as if expecting to be caught, he was relieved to find his father figure blissfully unaware of their treachery.

"Ms. Y/n, I really shouldn't-"

"Don't worry, I'll drive you home if you're that worried. I got you bro." Y/n promised, nudging his arm with a kind smile. "Now tell me you've at least tried champagne. You've been to like three of these parties now." She laughed her smile growing as he joined in.

"Yeah, well, I mean a little bit from my Aunt May's glass." Y/n shook her head, putting her hand on his shoulder, a dramatic look of sorrow on her face.

"My poor boy. I have many things to share with you. Speaking of which, Shuri is asking if you're coming with me to Wakanda next week." Y/n sipped the soda watching as Peter's fingers danced happily against his own glass.

"Really?! I mean, of course! If you want me to. I've never been, what's it like?" Peter rambled, his face lit up in excitement, making Y/n chuckle at how thrilled the boy was.

"You'll see soon enough. I'll come get you next Friday and bring your suit, I'm sure Shuri would love to tinker with it." Y/n advised. Peter nodded wildly, psyched for such a trip.

"Thank you, Ms. Y/n." Peter grinned. Y/n wrapped an arm around his shoulders turning him in the direction of where Tony was standing.

"Peter, Y/n is fine. Trust me, I'm one of the few people in this world who know what it's like to have Tony as a father figure and anyone who can handle that is okay in my book." Y/n laughed, pointing at the man in question.

As if sensing their shit talking, Tony turned around, catching sight of them. A suspicious glare was sent their way but Y/n could hardly notice it as another figure stepped into view, following Tony's gaze.

It was then that they were forced to look at one another head on. Not at a glance or a sneaky peek. They might as well have been standing in front of one another as they both froze.

If Y/n's heart decided to stop in that instant, she wouldn't blame it. The pure intensity of Steve's gaze was enough to make her shudder and she fought her every molecule to stare back. There was a warmth in his eyes, one that sent a flutter of giddiness through her.

A small smile crept onto his face and Y/n gasped, forcing herself to return the gesture and not just gawk at him. She was at a loss for words. It was the first time since Thanos that he had given her any sort of acknowledgement. While it hurt that their friendship had seemed to diminish while she'd been gone, she knew that rekindling it was a two way street. But now he was smiling at her. And she was smiling back.

She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath until Peter stepped in front of her, his hands resting on her shoulders and his brows furrowed in concern. "Y/n? Are you okay?" His voice was soothing and it helped her recover her loss of breath from her moment with Steve.

"Huh? Uh, yeah. I'm fine. Just...uh, thinking." She mumbled, her eyes drifting back to Steve once more. His smile had faltered slightly, his face beginning to match Peter's concern but with a small curve of her lips, she assured him that his worry was senseless.

"About the game?"

"Hmm?" Y/n questioned, directing her attention to the boy once more. Peter eyed his glass carefully before taking a cautious sip.

"The game you play with Ms. Natasha and Ms. Wanda. You're playing, right? I saw you earlier with Thor." He explained. Y/n's face flushed, a little embarrassed that her moment with Thor had been witnessed by someone she knew. What if Steve saw? Would he be jealous?

Y/n nearly shook her head, convincing herself that she wasn't worth being jealous over. Especially to Steve.

"Oh, yeah. We are. That reminds me, you like Star Wars right?" She smirked, looking at him as she sipped his soda, the pink on his cheeks making her giggle.

"Well, yeah, I mean lots of people do. I'm not the only one-that would be weird. Unless you like it, not that you liking it would make it less weird. Not that you're not weird! Weird-"

"Peter!" Y/n laughed, putting her hand on his as she lightly brought the drink down. "Whew boy, maybe alcohol isn't your thing. Then again you've always been a rambler." She gently took the drink back from him, watching as a wave of relief washed over him.

"Have you eaten yet? I think there's hors d'oeuvres around here somewhere." She muttered, glancing around for any servers. Peter shook his head accepting his soda back before looking back up at her.

"No I'm okay, really." He told her, his heart warming at how much she seemed to care. It was nice and he enjoyed his relationship with Y/n. She allowed him to do things with her like travel, patrol, even hang out in the lab and she quickly became another idol of his.

"Are you thinking of watching Star Wars?" He asked her, referring to her previous question. She smiled, shaking her head.

"No, I've already seen it, I'm just thinking of a pick up line for the game. Tonight's rules are if you like my line I get a kiss and I fully intend on winning tonight." Peter nearly choked on air as his eyes widened yet again.

"A kiss? From me?" Y/n giggled, tapping her finger to her cheek.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, Parker. A kiss on the cheek will do." She teased, making his face impossibly redder. He shook his head frantically trying to display as best he could that it wasn't his intention.

"I'm kidding. Now are you ready to hear my cheesy pick up line or will I just have to forfeit?" Peter's head didn't seem to stop shaking as he urged her to continue. "Alright here goes."

"Hey, sweetheart. Do you like Star Wars cause Yoda only one for me." With a wink she smiled, enjoying the scrunch of Peter's nose as he cringed at the line. 

"Not doing it for ya?" She laughed. Peter scoffed, trying to hide the smile that threatened to show.

"I hate to admit it, but it was kinda funny." He sighed, ashamed to have enjoyed such a horrible line. Y/n's grin grew, pointing to her cheek once more.

"Then pay up. I've got two more kisses to collect." Peter smiled, leaning forward and pecking the space her finger had been. "Thank you. Now find someone to mess with. I won't be the only one reeking havoc tonight." She poked a stern finger into his chest. With some convincing he eventually promised to at least pull a prank on Sam and Bucky.

With that she began to make her way to Tony. A knot formed in her stomach as she paced in his direction yet it wasn't Tony who made her nervous. No, only Steve Rogers could make her feel so squeamish and turn her legs to jelly. And she was making her way straight toward him.

Y/n could barely hear the click of her heels and the chatter of those around her over the pep talk she was giving herself in her head. She refused to embarrass herself in front of him. This was going to be her second chance and she wouldn't allow her nerves to ruin it again.

"As I live and breathe! Do I stand before Iron Man and Captain America? I do hope this isn't a dream." Steve's soft chuckle seemed to go straight to her core and she feared her heart might beat right out of her chest.

"Don't encourage her, Cap." Tony grumbled, turning his gaze to Y/n. "Well, if it isn't my favorite niece."

"Your only niece." Y/n corrected, a short glare focused on him as he smirked.

"Let me guess you're here to win the game. Let's hear it so poor Cap here can get a turn. I don't think he's kissed a woman since the 40s." Tony leaned down, whispering the last part and making Y/n giggle.

"Hey!" Steve objected in vain. But what Y/n said next sent any duty to protect his pride out the window.

"That's a crying shame. The ladies must not know what they're missing." Y/n froze as the words left her mouth. What was she thinking? Her face burned and she hid behind her glass trying to muffle her embarrassed groan with her champagne.

"Jeez, get a room." Steve and Y/n both glared at Tony but he didn't seem to care, instead shrugging innocently.

"Alright, here's your line you impatient ass." Y/n scoffed, deciding to use a particularly bad line for the annoying man she dared call her father figure.

"Was that it?" He smirked.

"Shut up, I gotta turn around and approach this again or else it won't work." She hissed, earning a heartfelt laugh from Steve. Twice. She'd made him laugh twice. Her heart was practically singing at the thought. Maybe she'd actually get to kiss him?

With more determination than before, she turned around, taking a few steps away before dramatically turning back to them. Using theatrics she no doubt learned from Tony Stark himself, she put on a smile before holding her arms out in a grand gesture.

"Well I'm here, what's your next two wishes?"

"That was horrendous." Tony said almost immediately while Steve tried to contain his laughter behind them.

"Well, I couldn't very well waste my best lines on you now could I?" Y/n jested, taking the glass in his hand and pouring what remained of his drink into her now empty glass.

Tony's teasing expression fell as he painfully watched Y/n sip her glass. "I can't believe you're related to me." Y/n smiled back at him proudly.

"Only by marriage." She shrugged. Tony sighed, leaning down and pressing a fatherly kiss to her forehead just along her hairline.

"Thank god." He ignored Y/n's squinted stare, turning to Steve. "I think I'm going to go get another drink, since mine was so blatantly stolen." Tony glanced at Y/n who shamelessly smirked.

"But first I wanna hear your pick up line for Cap. Please be something patriotic. Maybe sing him the national anthem." He suggested, nudging Steve forward to where he stood before Y/n.

Not expecting Tony's push, Steve stumbled nearly crashing into Y/n but thankfully he caught himself, only having a redder face than before.

"I'm not sure the national anthem is a pick up line, Tony." Y/n replied, focusing on anything but Steve. At this distance she could smell the familiar cologne and feel the heat radiating from him. It reminded her all too much of the days before the snap. When he'd hold her whenever she was hurt or when he'd pick her up to launch her toward an enemy. Reminded her of the few hugs they'd managed to share.

Reminded her of their last before she dusted in his arms.

"I don't know. He's really horny for America, it might work." Tony refuted, earning a threatening gaze from both Steve and his niece.

"Fine, y'know what? Have privacy or whatever in the middle of this crowded party. See if I care." Tony said, a little butt hurt that he wouldn't be able to witness the awkward exchange first hand.

He was no idiot when it came to his niece's attraction to the super soldier. While at first he disapproved, even more so when it led to her being on the opposite side that day in Berlin, years had led to forgiveness. He couldn't really stay mad at her even if he tried. Only sorry he hadn't apologized before the snap.

"Thank you, Tony." Y/n spoke quietly, sending him a grateful look. Whatever was about to happen already made her nervous, she didn't think doing it with Tony there would be possible.

"Yeah, yeah." He waved a dismissive hand, beginning to walk away.

It wasn't until he had Morgan that he realized he was already a father. Y/n had been his first and no matter his guilt, she would always forgive him. Always need him.

"Don't get carried away." He threatened suddenly, pointing to his eyes before twisting his hand back to them with a menacing squint.

Y/n rolled her eyes, looking back to Steve as Tony finally left.

"He's protective." Y/n explained, trying to be annoyed. It was actually kinda touching the way he cared despite his usual selfish smartass exterior.

"For good reason." Steve agreed, making Y/n's head tilt confused.

"You think I can't take care of myself?" She questioned defensively, ready to prove her worth no matter who he was.

"No, of course you can. Just-..." He trailed off, a sorrowful expression taking hold of his features against his will. "We've both failed you before. Numerous times." Steve confessed, his eyes falling downcast as Y/n realized what he'd meant.

She’d never truly thought about how her absence might have affected him. Before the snap he never gave any hint that he wanted to be more than a friend to her. But now she studied that look in his eye, that one she hadn’t recognized before. Heartbreak. 

"Steve, you didn't fail me." She insisted. Her hand had come to his own, grasping lightly at his loose fingers and ignoring the buzz in her skin and the rapid pace of her heart.

"No, I did. I turned you against your family. I got you arrested. I dragged you back into the fight and...you got snapped away." His voice broke at the end, years of depression and misery washing over him all over again.

"It wasn't your fault. We all lost that day." Y/n argued but her words didn't seem to stick.

"I'll never forgive myself." Steve's words were barely above a whisper, each syllable falling further into him unable to escape.

The sight alone made her heart ache but it was the way he'd spoken that truly shook her. They were the words of a broken man, a man that had lost it all. Had she done that to him? Did he care about her like that? Maybe he was scared too.

“Well, it's a good thing I already did.” Y/n smiled hoping to bring back the smile that she'd been able to give him moments before. Her hand stayed planted to his own more terrified to release it than she was to keep holding it. Would she ever work up the courage to do it again?

Steve looked back up at her, a tender glimmer in his eye as he moved his hand to hold her own. “I missed you.”

The statement alone wasn't nearly enough to convey how much he'd longed for her in those five years, left without any hope of ever getting her back. Didn’t show her the sleepless nights or the endless tears. Didn’t show her first few years he spent, alone and secluded. Didn’t show her how many times he prayed to any god that would listen for them to bring her back. 

But her eyes seemed to tell him that she understood. Y/n knew exactly how he felt even if she'd been relieved of it for five years. She remembered when she was arrested, screaming at the guards that they'd never find Steve. Remembered the sobs that racked through her when he came to free her, relieved he’d made it out of the war safely. Remembered their time on the run, unable to tell him how she felt. Remembered volunteering to stay with Bucky when Steve's worry became too much. Remembered him coming back and bring a war with him. Remembered him catching her before she dusted, too fast for her to tell him her greatest truth. 

She loved him.

“I missed you too.” She said softly, her face burning under his gentle gaze. They’d become so unbearably close at that point, making her breath ragged and her heart race. 

Clearing her throat, she looked away, trying not to reveal how flustered he made her. “So do you wanna hear my pick up line or not?” She once again changed the subject, making Steve smile at her lovingly. 

“Definitely.” He replied. 

“Alright. On a scale of 1 to America, how free are you tonight?” She gave him the first one that came to find, silently groaning when she realized she'd done exactly what Tony suggested. Curse their horribly similar minds. 

"That's terrible." Steve chuckled, staring at her with adoration unlike he'd ever done before. She was absolutely perfect in his eyes and he refused to waste anymore time being scared. 

"You didn't like that? I have more." Y/n rambled, oblivious toward Steve's affectionate gaze. "Can I tie your shoes? I don't want you falling for anyone else." 

Steve laughed, shaking his head as he stepping forward and shifting his hand to her waist as he pulled her closer. 

The action on flustered her further, dragging another pick up line out of her. "Or I like your last name, can we share it?" 

Steve's smile grew, his heart swelling with each word. He loved listening to her lines even if they were cheesy. But he was determined now and he wouldn't let either of their nerves stop them anymore. 

"I lost my number, can I have-"

Suddenly he leaned forward, cutting her sentence short as his lips latched onto her own. 

The kiss was so tender she practically melted in his arms, her hand coming to his chest while the other shifted to behind his neck, her fingers filtering through the lower part of his hair. His grip around her waist tightened as his heart pounded under her palms, the aftermath of anticipation rushing through his chest. 

It was effortless the way they molded together and it left him breathless. He couldn't believe he'd never just kissed her before and after believing all these years he'd never get the chance to, he was so grateful to have her now. 

"I've waited too long for that. I think I'm gonna need interest." Y/n gasped as they pulled away her eyes half lidded as she tried to process what had happened. 

"Was that another pick up line?" Steve's brows furrowed, his lips a beautiful shade of darker pink. 

Y/n smiled up at him, pulling him close once more. "Shut up." 

••• 

"Who's gonna tell her she didn't win?" Wanda questioned suddenly, glancing over at Nat. 

Sam raised his hands in surrender, passing off the duty as soon as possible to avoid any type of rage the woman might've wreaked on him. 

"I don't think she'll really care at this point." Nat spoke, pointing a finger toward the couple across the room. 

They didn't seem to care that they were in a room full of people, instead remaining engrossed in each other as they stared at each other lovingly. It was touching really but what Nat assumed to be their confessions had lost Y/n the game. 

"Wait does this mean the games with stop?" Sam questioned suddenly. 

"No, it'll just make them more interesting." Nat smirked.

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Everybody & the Avengers Team

I've got a new fic rec list for you!

The stories in the "X & the Avengers Team" tags focus on one person's relationship to the Avengers team as a whole. Courtesy of AO3's tag browse and Excel, here's a ranked list of the top 20 most popular pairings:

Tony Stark | 2470 total, 240 OTP

Peter Parker | 2255 total, 85 OTP

Steve Rogers | 602 total, 56 OTP

Loki | 387 total, 26 OTP

Natasha Romanov | 308 total, 35 OTP

Clint Barton | 268 total, 46 OTP

Bruce Banner | 244 total, 15 OTP

Thor | 209 total, 7 OTP

Avengers Team | 174 total, 24 OTP

James "Bucky" Barnes | 156 total, 7 OTP

Wanda Maximoff | 143 total, 4 OTP

Phil Coulson | 105 total, 9 OTP

Darcy Lewis | 91 total, 6 OTP

Matt Murdock | 60 total, 8 OTP

Sam Wilson | 53 total, 5 OTP

Nick Fury | 41 total, 5 OTP

Harry Potter | 40 total, 0 OTP

Pepper Potts | 31 total, 1 OTP

Vision | 29 total, 2 OTP

Stiles Stilinski | 25 total, 0 OTP

In chart form, if you like charts:

Notes:

The numbers after the names are the number of stories tagged with that ship. OTP means the number of stories where that is the only relationship tagged on the story. Numbers are accurate as of July 2021.

Story Recommendations

For your reading pleasure, included below is at least one fic rec for each pairing except the crossovers from non-Marvel fandoms (apologies to Mr. Potter & Mr. Stilinski). Most are gen fic, and even in the ones with a romantic pairing, romance is not the focus.

Tony Stark

As Subtle As Cognitive Recalibration by petroltogo (Teen, 8949) tumblr: @tonystarktogo

Standing inside his penthouse, listening to Rogers, Barton and Banner explain to Fury how they just happened to stumble over the Tesseract on a routine security check of Stark Tower’s roof and wouldn’t you know, they’ve managed to fight off the looming alien invasion before it could really start and secure the missing overpowered nightlight is one of the most surreal situations Tony has ever had the displeasure of experiencing.

Peter Parker

the worst field trip ever by shrill_fangirl_screaming (Teen, 3420) tumblr: @i-am-having-an-emotion

"We're on a field trip," Peter said. "To here. And Tony decided to be our tour guide and absolutely embarrass me, so can you please help get him under control?"

Which is how Peter Parker, architect of his own destruction, ended up with not one but two superhero pseudo-dads being annoying on his school field trip.

Steve Rogers

Do You Remember Being Happy? ('Cause I Sure Don't) by GalaxyThreads (Teen, 11022) tumblr: @galaxythreads

That seems about right. He doesn't know how he knows that, though. He does have vague memories of an annoyed fondness at finding peanut butter in some sort of jam. Thor's doing, because he doesn't see the point of using two knives when one works just as fine. He knows that. How does he know that? He knows all those little details, though, almost innately. How can he know these strangers so deeply?

Everyone else below the cut!

Loki

Proprietary by TheThirdMarauder (Teen, 7639)

No, Loki simply wants the Avengers conquered. The details of whom, how, and when matter not. Unless, of course, said details interfere with Loki's plans. Then, well, then none can fault him for protecting his own interests.

Loki has always been exceptionally good at lying to himself.

Natasha Romanov

What Girls Are Made Of by enigma731 (Teen, 4613) tumblr: @enigma731

She rolls her eyes but does as he’s indicated, using his shoulders to leverage herself up onto his back, her arms around his neck and her legs hugging his waist.

“You know,” he says blithely, “this isn’t really what I tend to picture when I think of a hot girl riding me.”

Natasha groans, deciding that if his sense of humor gets them arrested, she’ll kill him herself. “Just go.”

Clint Barton

Dear Clint Barton (circa age 7) by pollyrepeat (Teen, 4221)

With a normal person, this might count as blackmail material, but a) this is a case of mutually assured destruction if ever there was one, and b) Fury is immune to embarrassment. Not just in the regular, Tony Stark way, either, oh no. Things that could possibly end up being embarrassing to Fury get somehow warped and changed until they go from mortifying all the way over into useful and/or good for his image. It’s like a superpower.

Carrying Clint’s small child self around on his shoulders more than once has probably already hit the interagency rumour mill as an example of Fury’s innate awesomeness: good with rocket launchers and small children.

Also available as a podfic!

Bruce Banner

They're Not Wrong by Trumpeteer34 (Teen, 10163)

As Tony began to pace around the hole in the road to keep himself from shooting repulsors at the nearby buildings in a fit of rage, Thor began to study the nearby area. There was no sign of either the Hulk or Bruce Banner beyond the crater. The surrounding area, aside from the rubble of the fight, held no clue as to their friend’s location.

“Guys, he’s gone,” Tony growled into the communicator on their private line, drawing Thor out of his darkening thoughts. “Someone tranqed him and took him. He’s gone.”

Honorary mention goes to the Responsible Science series by @letteredlettered - the stories don’t have the "Avengers Team & Bruce Banner" tag, but they could, and they are amazing. The best Bruce Banner writing I've ever come across.

Thor

Fortunately, I Am Mighty by onward_came_the_meteors (General, 3062)

Steve was the first one to speak. “Are you okay?”

Thor nodded. Which was a bad idea, as it turned out, because now there were little gray lights flashing in front of his eyes. “I’m fine.” Absolutely everyone narrowed their eyes, and he added, “But, uh. Could we possibly not get back in the car just yet?”

Avengers Team

Civil Wasn't by onward_came_the_meteors (General, 7123)

"We're having an ideological conflict here," Tony stated with disbelief. "Are you telling me you still want to go out to dinner?"

"It's a standing engagement, Tony," Rhodey reminded him.

"Not you too—"

"We already had to reschedule from Friday when Natasha was..." Rhodey frowned. "What were you doing?"

The question was directed toward Natasha, who shrugged and said, "Spy stuff."

James "Bucky" Barnes

You Know How I Feel, aka, The Adventures of Bucky and Muffy the Dinosaur by ifeelbetter (Not Rated, 4511) tumblr: @ifeelbetterer

“As you may have heard, Bucky Barnes, a.k.a. The Winter Soldier, recently rescued a tiny part-robot dinosaur during the Avengers’ battle with Dr. Doom in Antarctica,” the other newscaster explained. “Pictures of Barnes and the dinosaur were posted on twitter by fellow Avenger, Clint Barton, a.k.a. Hawkeye, and immediately made Barnes’s new pet America’s sweetheart.”

“Her name’s Muffy,” said Steve."

Wanda Maximoff

and the woman was young again by Mira_Jade (General, 3669)

Tony Stark called them the Cap's Kooky Quintet, and sometimes the term amused her – causing her to lift a sardonic brow where someday a smile would truly smile. She enjoyed the presence of comrades – true comrades – and she enjoyed the way their minds wove and bound together about each other to fluctuate against her senses as one. There was something soothing about being in their midst, and even when their loud and brash ways – their painful Americaness - rubbed her raw and drained on her, it was ever the knitting of their minds that soothed those moments over, and made them inconsequential.

Phil Coulson

Coulson's First Day of School by storiesfortravellers (Teen, 3055)

Coulson looked up at him. “I like drawing pictures with Mr. Rogers. I like having tea parties with Ms. Potts. I like it when Dr. Banner reads me books, and I like it when Natasha teaches me things. And I like when you play with me. You do really good voices when we play action figures. And you’re the only one who lets me do stuff like jump off the high diving board at the pool or eat three cupcakes or play tackle with kids at the park.”

Clint didn’t realize that. He was pretty sure that meant that he was doing something wrong.

Darcy Lewis

Beginner Yoga for Dummies (Darcys) and Sad Hobos by chailover (Teen, 3434)

Darcy had a theory: crazy attracted crazy, working kind of like gravity. It was pretty much her explanation for her life after Thor. And if she had thought the type of crazy Thor attracted was bad, be it Loki or the Warrior Three and Sif, or the dark elves and the Convergence, it was still nothing against what the Avengers manage en masse.

Matt Murdock

Double Blind by smilebackwards (Teen, 2381) tumblr: @smilebackwards

Stark snaps his fingers. “You can’t see half of my inventions. This explains so much about you and why you’ve never been properly impressed by me.”

“Does it?” Matt says, ambiguously.

Sam Wilson

Bystander by scribblemetimbers (Teen, 52029)

“I just want you to know,” Sam says loudly, cautiously raising his hands, “That I’m very poor and very sleep-deprived and literally the only thing you can kill me for right now are my notes.” He pauses. Wait. On second thought: “Please don’t steal my notes.”

“I’m not—I’m not a mugger,” Not Mugger rasps out, and for all that he looks about to keel over and die, the man actually manages to sound offended.

Nick Fury

Bedtime Story by dixiehellcat (Teen, 2532) tumblr: @deehellcat

Fury snorted. “I have to check in with the duty officer. I’ll be back in, let’s say twenty minutes. I expect all of you to have whatever your pre-bedtime routines are completed, and be in here pajama’ed and ready to be read to.”

He tapped the book under his arm, then left with the usual dramatic swish of his long coat. Bruce scratched his head. “Did…he just say be ready to be read to?”

Pepper Potts

Pepper and the Avengers (Which She Knows Nothing About) by rebelmeg (General, 6696) tumblr: @rebelmeg

The Avengers, that mismatched group of hurt and heroism, was one of the most important things in Tony Stark’s life. So, naturally, Pepper had made them an important part of her life too.

Vision

039. Intoxicated by aimmyarrowshigh (Teen, 100) tumblr: @aimmyarrowshigh

It might be nice to fit in, just this once. To lose a bit of composure.

Vision floated over to the refrigerator and, with some timidity, pulled off a magnet. He stuck it to his forehead.

#marvel fic rec

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New Suits

Peter Parker x reader (but it's not a Peter x reader themed fic), Avengers x teen reader.

Word count: 3.4k

Summary: Y/n Stark and Peter Parker have planned the ultimate movie night together, but something gets in their way.

Warnings: body insecurities, angst I guess, mentions of weight and stretch marks, stuff like that. Both the reader and Peter are 18 years old.

A/n: Hello :) this is way more of an avengers x reader fic rather than a Peter x reader fic, but I needed the reader to be connected to Peter in a certain way so why not! Enjoy, my peeps - Honey

The clock ticked menacingly as you twirled the pencil you were holding between your fingers; last period on a Friday was always history with Mr Smith, and you hated it. Peter sat on the desk next to you and you could tell he was just as bored as you were, tapping his fingers against the polished wood table, staring into space. There were only three minutes left of class, and you were going to stay at Peter and May's apartment overnight to have a movie marathon, you couldn't be any more excited. As soon as the analogue clock on the wall turned to 2:58, you felt a vibration in your pocket and heard Peter's phone 'ding' in his pocket next to you, causing your teacher to turn around with a stern expression.

"I shouldn't have to remind you all of the one classroom rule," Mr Smith barked towards the class, "phones off." Once he turned back to face the whiteboard behind him, Peter turned to you with a confused look. Sneakily taking your phone out of your pocket, you saw a message from Jarvis:

"Happy Hogan is waiting outside for Y/N Stark and Peter Parker."

You silently showed Peter your phone before putting it into your backpack. What could Tony, or the Avengers, possibly want that'd ruin your weekend with Peter?

The bell rang piercingly through the classroom, and you packed up your bag.

"I can't believe we leave school in four months, it's crazy!" Peter started, shoving his textbook into his beige backpack. "One thing I certainly will not miss is this dreadful class." Peter kept his voice quiet, making sure your professor hadn't heard his snarky comment. Laughing, you and Peter walked out of class and down the corridor, towards to main exit.

"Why do you think Tones sent a car for us?" You asked, walking through the large double doors and into the sunlight. Both of you spotted Happy stood next to his car and headed towards the car park. "I haven't got a clue. But I'm sure Mr Stark," Peter emphasized, slightly disapproving of the nickname you gave your dad, "has a perfectly good reason. Besides, we'll probably only be at the tower for a couple of hours, right?" Nodding, you both walked up to the grey Audi.

"Hey Happy." You exclaimed with a smile. Once you all got in and buckled up, you took Peter's hand, and Happy began to drive out of the school grounds. "D'you know why Mr Stark wants us, Happy?" Peter asked, looking out of the window. Sighing, Happy looked into the rearview mirror to see you both. "I don't know." He said, looking back at the busy New York traffic, "Something about a suit update? I've been instructed to drive you both back to May's house at 9pm, so it can't be anything too important." You clenched up at the mention of a suit update, dreading what you were in for tonight.

You thought back to last year, remembering what exactly happened last time you got a new suit. You were quite insecure about your body, always wearing baggy clothes to hide it, but you couldn't always escape the sight of your own figure. To get a new suit, you need to have measurements taken, and the measurements have to be done in your underwear. You weren't fussy about having your measurements taken, as it was usually your dad that did it, but you'd recently been quite stressed about your appearance and weren't in the mood to do anything of the sorts today. Just this once, it didn't help that it was your father taking the measurements, either: you worried that if you became too fat or ugly, he would hate you. Considering you all were one big family, you wouldn't mind Bruce or Natasha doing it instead, so you were ought to ask them if they'd do it this time, to save any unwanted embarrassment in front of your father.

Soon enough, you got to the Avengers tower and headed straight for the common area. There, everybody was sat, waiting for Tony to arrive; Nat, Clint, Bruce, Steve, Sam, Bucky, and Rhodey. Peter sat down on one of the sofas, greeting everyone as he did so, but you stood in the door frame placing your backpack on the floor. "Nat, do you mind if I talk to you for a second?" Everybody turned to you, and Nat nodded with a smile. "Sure." She replied, hopping out of her seat and walking towards you. Nobody else was really phased by you and Natasha always spending time with each other, as you both were the main female avengers, and you saw her as a badass aunt. You began to walk down the hall, Nat to your right, taking slow steps.

"What's the matter, Y/n?" She asked, tucking a stray strand of crimson hair behind her ear. Stopping in the middle of the hall, you turned to face Natasha, a slight blush making its way to your cheeks - there was no easy way to say what was on your mind.

"I know this sounds really odd, but I was wondering if you'd take my measurements later on?" She looked slightly puzzled, but nodded anyway. You knew she'd want to know why, so you explained before she could ask.

"I'm just a little...insecure, that's all. I don't really want Tony judging me or my body, that's all." Her expression turned from puzzled to sympathetic, a slight hint of disappointment in her eyes. Uncomfortable, you looked down and stared at your worn out red converse.

"Y/n, you know your dad would never judge you, for any reason." You looked up at her as she rested a hand on your shoulder. "I'd really like to help you out, but I'm not qualified to take any measurements or information for Tony's work. Bruce helps to make the suits as well, y'know, and I could ask him if he'd do yours?" She spoke gently, stroking the side of your bare shoulder. You nodded, giving Nat a small smile. "That would be really nice. Thank you." Both of turned around and walked back to the common area. Just before you walked through the door, Nat turned to you and spoke. "You'll have to talk to Tony about this, okay? He's the best person to help you on this, and it might be good for you to get it off your chest." Nodding, you walked back into the common area.

You were sat on the grey sofa talking to Bucky when Tony walked in. Natasha quickly told Bruce what was going on when you went back into the common area, and he was happy to help, but you still felt a sense of nervousness like you had betrayed your father. Tony carried a piece of paper and a cup of coffee with him when he walked into the common area, sitting down on a chair.

"As you all know, we're doing new suit measurements and prototypes this afternoon, so you all need to be in the tower until 9." He spoke, talking a long swig of his coffee. "We should get measurements done by 6, and from then I'll need you to stay and give me information about anything new you want in your suits and stuff like that." He waved the sheet of paper he held and looked down to read from it, "This is a schedule that I beg you all to stick by otherwise I will lose my sanity even more than I already have. Clint, you're first to get measurements done in the lab, then you'll be followed by Steve, Sam, Bucky, Rhodey, Pete, Natasha and Y/n last." You swallowed hard when you heard him say your name, and tried not to think about the conversation you'd be having with him later on.

"Bruce and I are gonna go down to the labs now and set up. Clint, we'll need you down in about 10, capiche?" Bruce gave you a small smile before they both headed down to the labs, and with that, they were gone.

You watched as your colleagues left and came back, all indifferent to everything that had happened to them. You sat next to Peter, playing rock paper scissors until he had to go and get his fittings, when you talked to Natasha for a bit. When she was sent down to get her measurements, a wave of anxiety washed over you. You were next, and although you knew your dad wasn't going to see you, you still felt butterflies. Suddenly, Jarvis made an announcement on the speakers. "Miss Stark, Tony and Bruce require your presence in the laboratory."

Sheepishly, you rose from the sofa and said goodbye to whoever had returned from the lab and sat next to you - you hadn't paid attention. Once you got to the lab and opened the door, the only person you saw was Bruce.

"Hey Bruce." He looked up from his computer and smiled at you, rising from his stool.

"Hi y/n. Everything is set up in the next room, go in there and follow what Jarvis says, call me in when you're ready." You didn't reply, but walked to the door on the other side of the lab.

You knew this room all too well; it was the 'personal study' lab. It was more of an empty office than a lab, as it was only double the size of an elevator, but it had a small desk with some stray sheets of paper and pencils on top of it. It was rarely used, but when it was, it was for measurements, fittings, trying on new suits, practically anything that would require privacy. In the centre of the room was a small stool about a foot high. Before you could think anything of it Jarvis piped up;

"Good evening, Miss Stark. Please remove all unnecessary clothing. Do not remove your underwear. Then step onto the stool and await instructions."

Hesitantly, you kicked off your shoes and socks. You pulled your red crop over your head and threw it into the corner of the room, and began unbuttoning your high waisted jeans. You slipped your feat out of the wide leg trousers, leaving yourself in a black t-shirt bra and pants. Sighing, you walked over and stood on the small grey stool, relaxing your shoulders. "Jarvis, tell Dr Banner that I'm ready." You could hear Jarvis speak to Bruce in the lab, and within 10 seconds you hear a knock on the door. You answered, and Bruce walked in, carrying a tape measure and a small piece of paper.

"Are you ready to get started?" He asked, looking up at you. Taking a deep breath, you tried to relax all of your muscles. "Ready as I'll ever be." Bruce set down the piece of paper on the desk and began by measuring your waist, hips, and bust. When he got to your arms, you began to wonder where Tony was.

"How did you convince Tony to let you do my measurements?" You asked, trying to stay as still as possible. Without looking up, Bruce answered.

"I knew he wouldn't buy it if I asked to do only yours, so I did everyone's." He moved the tape measure over to your other arm, briefly jotting down a note on the sheet of paper. "What? You've actually done everyone else's?" He nodded, walking behind you to measure your legs. "It would seem suspicious if I only wanted to take your measurements, and nobody else minded me doing it. I told Tony that he should stay in the lab and start preparing ideas for the suits. He's just gone to make more coffee, that's why he isn't here at the moment. He'll probably be back any minute, though." Nodding, you were plunged back into silence. You didn't mind the awkward silence between you both, as he was family, but you wish you could try and start a conversation to distract you from your worries. Unfortunately, your mind went blank.

Ten minutes later, you were finished, and Bruce told you that you could step down from the stool. Before he left to let you change back into your clothes, he turned around to look at you.

"I know things are tricky, and it's not easy to appreciate yourself, but I just want you to know...we're proud of you. All of us, we love you so much."

You smiled slightly and nodded, and Bruce left.

Once you had out all of your clothes back on, you slowly opened the door back to the lab. There, you saw Bruce typing away at his computer and Tony, sat down at one of the desks, sketching out a suit on a large piece of paper. Tony only noticed you when you were halfway through the lab, and he put down his pencil. "Hey honey, you alright?" He asked, turning his swivel chair to face you. Already uncomfortable by the sight of him, you gave him a quick hug and slowly walked to the exit. "I'm fine, thanks, but I've gotta go for a shower. Talk to you in a bit!" You quickly backed into the corridor and speed walked to the elevator, making your way to the penultimate floor.

The elevator music today was a mix between jazz and swing - a mix that you despised. You took after your father, favouring classic rock over nimby-pimby music like this. When you got to your floor, the doors opened, and you were greeted with your room. Fairy lights and polaroids were strung around your double bed, an array of CD's and books littered across your desks. You were thankful that your room had an en suite, walking into the large bathroom. You ran the water until it was scalding hot, changed out of your clothes, and got in.

You were in the shower for no longer than twenty minutes before you heard, yet again, Jarvis reciting a message to you.

"Miss Stark, Tony is waiting for you in your room."

Groaning, you stopped the water and dried yourself off with a light pink towel. You put on a pair of pyjamas that you had thrown into the bathroom with you, brushed your hair in the mirror, and went back into your room. There, you saw your dad sat on your bed, admiring a CD.

"I'm definitely borrowing this." Tony stated, chucking the Nirvana album he was holding onto the bed.

"What're you doing here?" You asked, plopping yourself on your bed next to him, admiring your father as he scratched at his chin. "Gingey told me you wanted to have a talk, right?" Laughing nervously at the nickname you had coined for Nat when you were only a few years old, you picked at the skin around your fingernails.

"Right. Well, I had a problem, but now it's solved so I'm all good! You should probably go back to the lab now and do some more work." You rushed your words, desperate to get rid of Tony as quick as you could. However, he merely sighed, and sat up straight. He looked at you with an expression that almost literally read "I'm so fucking done with your woke-ass bullshit", which made you feel inferior.

"If you think I'm buying that, then you're definitely not a Stark. Try again, Y/n."

Before he could say another word, you rose from where you were sat. "Y'know, I think I might go and talk to mom about this. It's kind of a girl problem, Pepper will get it. See ya!" You quickly walked to the elevator door, and just as the doors closed behind you, you heard Tony mutter something about Pepper being on a business trip.

Shit.

From the elevator, you jogged down to the common area in hopes to find either Peter or Nat. However, when you arrived, the only person there was Sam, lounging on one of the sofas, scrolling through his phone. Groaning, you went to sit next to him, and rubbed your forehead.

"Hey honey, what's up?" He asked, sitting up straighter. Without looking at him, you shook your head, and replied. "I've had a pretty wild fucking day." Sam quietly laughed but tried to convince you that he was serious, pulling a stern expression.

"Ay, there's no need for that kind of language. Talk to me." He didn't turn his phone off, but placed it behind him on the arm of the sofa. You didn't bother to look and see what was on the screen.

Huffing, you turned around and sat criss-cross applesauce to face him.

"I don't like getting a new suit."

"...that's it?" He asked, frowning slightly. "Yes, that's it. I haven't been feeling like myself lately, and having to get a new suit fitted is just another reminder that my body will never be like every other girls. I'm ugly, I have a bit of stomach, stretch marks, there isn't a-"

"Ugly?" He interrupted, pulling a sour face. You nodded slightly, not knowing what else to say. "Y/n, you aren't ugly. And so what if you have stretch marks, or aren't a size zero? You aren't expected to look like a Victoria's secret model 24/7. Besides, you are beautiful in your own way. You were raised by a group of superheroes who save the world every week, you have the smarts of Tony Stark, the fierceness of Natasha and the morals of Captain America himself. Your body doesn't define your self worth, and it doesn't define who you are."

You were slightly taken aback by how good Sam was with words, but you gave him a small smile anyway.

"You should write poetry." You said, giggling slightly.

"Get your ass out of here before I push you out of the window, just for that comment." Laughing even more, you stood up and walked over to the door.

"And y/n," Sam added as you turned around, "go talk to Tony about this. He'll be pleased to hear it."

Pleased? Your dad would be pleased to hear that you're cripplingly self conscious of your body? Not focusing too much on the thought, you walked over to the elevator.

"Jarvis, where's Tony?" You asked, walking into the lift. Jarvis's voice was soon to reply.

"Tony is in Miss Stark's bedroom." Sighing, you pushed a button on the lift, and leaned back against the cool metal.

"Of course he is."

The elevator doors opened to reveal Tony on one side of your room, his back to you, admiring your shelf packed with books. He didn't have to turn around to know that it was you in the elevator.

"I find it slightly offensive that you can talk about it with Sam but not with me." You stalked over to your large white bed and threw yourself on it, staring at the plain ceiling above you.

"Talk about what?" You asked, looking over at your father. He walked over to the beanbag beside your bed and gently sat down on it. "Your feelings, opinions, thoughts, normal teenager stuff." He had a look on his face, as if he knew everything that was going on inside your head.

"How do you know what I talked to Sam about?" You questioned, sitting up on your shoulders.

"Jarvis picked the entire thing up, I was listening through my phone."

"Oh..." you couldn't be angry at Tony, he was your dad after all. You didn't mind him listening to what you had to say, but you wish you had the bravery to do it face-to-face.

"Listen, I know how it feels to be a teenager, and to have your parents expect too much from you. But your looks don't matter at all to Pep and I. They don't matter to anybody else, either. You have a great personality, and an even better mind, so don't feel like your looks are everything." Nodding, you stood up and walked to where Tony was sat on the beanbag. Offering a hand, you helped him up and stood directly in front of him.

"We love you, y/n. Peter loves you, I love you, Pepper loves you, all of the avengers love you. You just need to try and learn to love yourself." You saw a glint in his eye, recognizing the sincerity behind his words. He pulled you in for a hug and rubbed your back, letting you know that you were safe in his arms.

Maybe today wasn't as bad as you expected it to be.

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Teenage Rebellion's

Steve Harrington x Hopper! Reader

(Mainly a little more of a father daughter reader)

Requested by @melxoxo23 : " A story, where you're hoppers daughter and dating steve.with angst maybe?, but with a happy ending and include joyce too! Please and thank youuuu!"

Warning: swearing/ angst/ a small fight between pops and daughter

Hope you like it?!

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You crawled through Steve's window instantly catching his attention. "What are you doing here?"

"What aren't you happy to see me, harrington?" you asked a but offended by his greeting as you shut the window.

"Yes I'm just...surprised." He got up from his spot on the bed and quickly moved to place his hands around your waist. "That was the point dumbass." you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in to kiss him. He smiled and kissed back.

He lifted you up and spun you around earning a laugh from you before setting you on the bed.

"Your dad is going to kill you if he finds out your here...maybe he'll kill me first." He said from above you. you smirked knowingly at him, and took a glance at the time on his nightstand.

" silly boy you underestimate me!" you pushed him off top of you and sat up. "It's currently 11: 35 meaning Magnum p.I. just finished up an hour ago. I, knowing everything about my father, knew that he goes to bed at exactly ten on the dot! giving me about twenty minutes to make sure he feel asleep before slipping out my window and into yours!" you booped him upon saying the last word, and slung your legs over his lap with a smile. "And your sister?"

"Sleep over with max." you said with a grin. "Now are you complaining about this or would you rather come over tomorrow and deal with three inches?" with out another word he moved in and kissed you.

It wasn't a secret that something had been different with you for the past couple of weeks. You had been pushing to do things you never once wanted to do, you started planing things around your father. Steve started taking note of these things but didn't say anything thinking it would pass. He pulled away scraching the back of his neck.

"What's wrong?"

"I was actually going to ask you the same thing." You looked at him confused. "C'mon you've been acting... different this past week."

"I have not..." He gave an unconvinced look. "I..." you groaned and feel back onto his bed. You pat the space beside you and he laied next to you.

"In all honesty...I Have no idea, like I feel I should but I don't just everytime my dad tells me not to do something it just pisses me off so I go against it! And lately it's worse I just feel like he...well...you get the point for the most part."

"Just a little teenage rebellion never hurt anyone." You chuckled lightly and snuggled into him. "I guess..."

"It'll pass over."you hummed in response and shut your eyes. "Hey don't let me fall asleep, I need to get home..." you muttered already pretty drowsy.

"No..no..I Promise.." he mumbled resting his chin on top of your head eyes slowly shutting. Soon enough you where both asleep.

"I'm telling you it's that harrington kid! He's nothing but a bad influence on her now!" joyce looked at hopper as he paced back and forth in front of her. "Well I think Steve is a nice guy." she said simply looking back down at the cash register.

"That's what he wants you to think!"

Joyce scrunched her noise in conduction. "Why would Steve want you to THINK he's nice?"

Hopper threw his hands up before placing them on the edge of the counter. "I Don't know!"

"I think maybe it's another one of those issues where you just need to talk to her!" Hopper opened his mouth but shut it when Steve's car pulled up outside.

Both adults watched you hop out after giving him a kiss. "Morning joyce! Hey dad." You slid on your blue vest that matched the one Joyce wore. "Where the hell were you this morning!"

"I accidentally slept over at Steve's last night. Not a big deal!"

"Not a big deal? Y/n I didn't know where you went! I thought something happened! When did you even leave?"

"I told you last night."

"When!?"

"God why do you even care!? I'm here alive and breathing! Nothing happened last night either!"

"Listen I don't know what this little teen rebellion thing you have going on but I've had enough! Enough of the disrespect and the lying and just everything from you now!"

You rolled your eyes and started towards the back to start working, but hopper only followed you. "Hey! Do not walk away from me when I AM talking to you! You know I think this Harrington kid I proving to be-"

You whirled around angrily. "You leave Steve out of this! It's NOT his fault I'm acting like this! It's YOUR own!"

He stoped taken aback by this. "What did you say?"

"It's your own damn fault I'm acting like this you are just to...to..ugh dense to realise that! To dense or stupid!"

His eyes widened. "Really? Well if I can't realise that maybe I don't know you anymore! You might as well be a stranger! You might as well not live under the same roof!"

"What are you kicking me out now because of this!?"

"Well I mean you wanna sneak out stay away as long as you can maybe I am." it was your turn to state at him suprised.

"Hop..." neither of you had realised Joyce was following trying her best to cool the both of you off. "Good. Fine! It's not like you'll notice you act like you have one daughter anyways!" you stormed to the front of the store the last part of your scentence sinking in.

"Wait what does that mean!? Where are you going!?"

"Get my stuff from your place! You want me out so fucking bad!" He stopped as the door slammed shut.

"Goddamn it!" He fumbled around for his keys until Joyce came up beside him and took them. "Hopper no! You need to stay here, I will go talk her! You need to cool down...I'll be back."

She quickly pushed the door open and hurried down the street to you.

"Y/n! Y/n!"

"Yes?" you snapped turning to her.

"Are you ok? What's going on with you?"

You stopped and stared at her searching very deep down inside. After telling steve last night something else came to mind something you thought was stupid and selfish. Something you swore you would just ignore but the more and more It stuck in your brain the more It made you want to act out.

"Y/n?.." Joyce moved closer to you and rubbed away a tear that started to fall from your face.

"I'm going to sound like a five year old of I tell you."

"Thats ok..." You both sat down on the curb and you took a breath.

"Every Sunday...dad would make French toast since it was my favioret...we had this silly superstion that if he made the first on properly the rest would turn out bad."

You started to cry just thinking of it and joyce simply placed a hand over yours as she listened. "So he always burnt the first one, that's how I would know he was making breakfast, because I would be waken up by the smell of burning bread." You both chuckled as you paused to wipe away tears.

"And every Friday we would rent a movie every Friday no matter what...It didnt matter if he was tired he would come home and take me to family video and we would pick a movie, we never finished then because we would both fall asleep...but that changed when he adopted el." You sighed using your free hand to play with your shoe laces.

"I love el so much, there is nothing in this world that could make me think other wise. But I get the feeling that nothing I do is ever as good as anything she could do in my dads eyes, I feel like I come on second now! And I miss our stupid old traditons!"

"So you did this as a way to get his attention?..."

You looked at her. "I guess in a weird toddler way of acting out yea.."

"It's not weird...love can make us do crazy things...even make us rebell against the people we love..."

"Yea...I guess it does." you smiled softly.

"But I think maybe you should talk to him tell him You miss doing things like that and miss spending time with him..."

You where scilent. "We could even go back together and tell him?"

So the both of you walked back to the store hopper stood there anxiously before you two came back in.

You both started to speak at the same time. "Let me it's my fault so just hear me out? And if by the end this you can...well you can kick me out if you want?"

He pulled you into a hug. "I don't think that gonna happen kiddo."

~a week later~

"What are you wearing?"

You looked over to your dad with a smile as you stepped out of your room. "What? It's...how would you put it? Cutting edge!" You joked making him laugh.

Things where better, a lot better no more teenage rebellion from you now that things where explained and fixed. There was a knock at the door catching both your attention.

"I'll get it!" you hurried across the room And opened the door. "El there here!" you stepped aside letting steve, Mike and joyce enter. Steve greeted you with a warm hug and kiss.

"Evening Sir." Steve said nervously after shutting the door.

"Relax kid, you can call me hopper. What movie did you get?"

You lead Steve to the couch as he looked through the bag. "Well everyone had different suggestions so out choices are. The breakfast club, ghost busters, American werwolf in london, pretty in pink, and Nightmare on elm street."

"I vote pretty in pink!" joyce said taking a seat next to hopper.

"No girly movie! Nightmare on elm street!" Mike chilled in. "Are you two even old enough to see that?" steve asked. Soon enough everyone started arguing over the movie.

You smiled at hopper and he offered you the same one knowing what would happen no matter what they picked.

"Ok Ok put the werewolf one on! Mike where are the snacks!" Hopper said quickly shutting every one up. Mike handed him the bag full of candy and snack before passing them out.

You curled up onto the couch next to Steve as the movie began

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