#NOT NOW STEVIE /pos

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18+ MINORS DNI

THIS IS A DARK FIC!!! Heed the warnings and tread carefully I cannot stress enough. If any warnings trigger you do not progress,

✧Pairing ✧ Lloyd Hansen x Reader x Ransom Drysdale

✧Warnings✧ Dub/Non-Con Themes!!! — Drinking, Cheating, Mentions of feeling sick (sorry emetophobic people) Crushing (in a romantic sense), stalking??, Lloyd Hansen, no really he is a pos in this, Unconsented touching (non sexual), Drugging, panty kink (probably), Ransom your saviour, actually not because he’s also a pos, Biting, Recording, Dirty talk, Humiliation, Degradation, Fingering (F), Pussy Slapping, Squirting, lil Cum play, alluding to Oral (F) — If I have missed anymore, especially in a story like this one please let me know and I shall add it right away.

✧Word Count✧ 1.9k

✧Author Note✧ so while I am visiting family and working on my Stevie series and a few other things I thought I would give you these two because if I don’t get this out my drafts I’ll scream.

You should’ve known better than to attend these parties. Ransom’s parties never ended well for anyone but it had been so long and you wanted to let your hair down, have some fun.

Maybe you should’ve stopped after the first drink you were given had you buzzed but you always were a glutton for punishment so you went back for a second and a third. Now you were tipsy, heels discarded in the corner of the room somewhere and desperately horny. The only issue was your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen.

You checked the kitchen, living room, outside — he was nowhere. Eventually you stumbled upstairs, a cacophony of wet skin and sharp moans reaching you. Couples sneaking off to fuck was normal for these things but for some reason, a feeling deep within your gut made you feel like you had to investigate.

The door to the room was ajar, all it took was a soft shove for it to open fully. What you didn’t expect was the scene in front of you. Your jaw dropped to the floor at the sight, your boyfriend lying on his back while some drunk slut rode him to filth. All at once the wall protecting your mind from registering the scene crumbled, a slew of emotions bursting forth like water from a dam. You felt sick, the alcohol in your stomach threatening to bubble back up your throat.

“Ohh fu—baby?” Your boyfriend turned noticing you were there. At the mention of the pet name he so endearingly called you, you gagged, tears springing into your eyes. Turning on your heel before he could wiggle out of his compromised position, you sprinted out of the room, to the only place you knew would be vacant.

Ransom’s room was huge. It was a lot less colourful than what you could remember, had it really been that long since you’d been in here? Surely not, that meant you’d been avoiding Ran for longer than you thought. It was all thanks to your now ex boyfriend.

Ransom had been your best friend for as long as you could remember, he was a few years older than you and treated you like shit sometimes but thanks to a horrible upbringing and not knowing any better you found his treatment loving and developed a little crush on the brunette in your teenage years. After you made it official with your boyfriend he forced you to cut ties with any person he saw as a threat, that included Ransom.

You sank onto the bed, curling into a little ball as you sobbed, uncaring of mascara streaks running down your face. Your night was ruined anyway.

Lloyd watched as you stepped up the stairs, following behind with a fair distance as to not arouse suspicion. He watched as you caught your boyfriend fucking another girl, watched as you stumbled your way out of the room and into Ransom’s. He knew then that you were ripe for picking.

Lloyd had his eye on you for a while. You were cute, and completely stupid in his eyes. You trusted everyone and anything to come from their mouths without so much as a second thought.

You ignored the soft squeak of Ransom’s door, choosing instead to bury yourself into the musk of his sheets. Your earlier horniness flaring up again at the scent of another man. You felt disgusted by just how easily you soaked yourself.

“Cupcakeee” he sang, the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. If there was one person worse than your boyfriend or Ransom Drysdale it was him. Lloyd Hansen. You’d spoken to him a few times but he was very handsy and said things that would have an incubus curling away in disgust.

You’d met him at the start of your night, his hands on your hips and dancing to the music while you tried desperately to push yourself away from him. He let you go with a laugh but kept a close eye on you until now.

He was the last person you wanted to speak to but he’s was hard to get rid of.

“Lloyd” you spoke bitterly, voice a little raspy. You sat up on the bed, avoiding his strong gaze.

“Why the tears pumpkin? Are you not enjoying yourself?” He smiled wickedly, you could tell that he knew why. When he tried to push a strand of your hair away from your face you smacked his hand away.

“Wow feisty” he laughed and you scoffed.

“Leave me alone Lloyd.”

He cleared his throat, squatting down in front of you. Those tight white pants stretching impossibly against his thick thighs. His ringed fingers splayed over your thighs, his chin resting on your knees.

“Hey now I’m just tryna help, that’s no way to treat someone tryna help you sugar” he sounded almost sad but his face shone with a smugness only he was capable of.

“That boyfriend of yours away fucking other women huh?” He questioned, turning his head to rest his cheek against your knee bone instead. His hands squished the fat of your thighs a little hard but not enough to cause any searing pain. The tips of fingers danced over the hem of your too short dress.

From this angle Lloyd could see straight up the skirt, getting an eyeful of those pretty baby pink panties. Ones he’d caught you in before, his favourite pair ever since. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, he wanted nothing more than to taste that sweet cunt but he had to play this tactically.

“You wanna talk about it princess?” He says, distracting you from his wandering hands as they inched up under your dress.

“Stop Lloyd” you warned, gripping at his forearms. You felt weak, embarrassingly so, you knew for a fact you were so much stronger than this. Your brain felt foggy, your words slurring. Then it clicked. Lloyd smiled dangerously.

“Come on Crumbcake, let me make you feel good.”

All it took was a small shove for you to flop back onto the bed, your world spinning as you stared up at the ceiling. You protested as he bunched your dress up at your hips but you couldn’t fight.

“Fuck look at these beautiful panties, all pink and pretty, just like you huh cupcake?” his lips kissed down your inner thigh. Your hands felt heavy, you wanted to push his head away but the hot feeling his mouth left was too inviting.

He stopped his kisses as he reached your panties, taking in the dark patch you’d made, he almost moaned aloud at the sight. He leaned forward, pushing his face into the material and sniffed harshly, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at your scent, a groan tumbling from his mouth. His teeth sank into the fabric, your taste sweet on the tip of his tongue. He felt like he was going to bust and he hadn’t even seen your pussy yet.

“Starting without me Lloyd?” You perked up at the new voice — new but oh so familiar.

Lloyd sighed as he let go of the fabric, turning to the man closing the door with a glare.

“No” he spat “just having a look.”

“That’s starting without me” the voice returned.

“Oh piss off Ransom.”

That’s who it was, relief pooling in your veins as you recognised him. Maybe he’d come to help you, whisk you away from the madman between your legs.

You wet your dry lips, sucking in a few breaths before trying to speak. Your jaw felt so heavy.

“R-Ran” you slurred. When you tried to raise your head you couldn’t. You let out a frustrated moan.

“Hey pretty girl” Ransom cooed, crawling onto the bed until he was in your line of sight. His hand brushed over your cheek softly, the feeling so comforting compared to the tingles all over your body. You smiled up at him, small tears falling from your eyes. Your saviour.

“H-help” you whispered. Your fingers twitched but you couldn’t reach out to him. Ran shushed you gently, murmuring comforting words that only he knew. Words from when you were both children and you hurt yourself playing with the bigger boys.

“It’s gonna be ok pretty girl, Lloyd just needs one little thing” and like that your world crumbled. Ransom wasn’t your saviour, he was here to help the beast that currently sucked dark marks over your skin.

“R-Ran no please” you sobbed, your lips wobbling as your vision blurred with fat tears. This time Ransom’s comfort did nothing but make you feel worse. He tried his best to calm you down but to no avail.

You yelled weakly at the painful reminder of just who else was there shot from your thigh. Lloyd bit the sensitive skin until he tasted copper.

“I don’t have all day,” he grunted. Ransom sighed, moving off the bed and away from you. Lloyd took his place behind you, gathering your almost limp body into his arms and pulling you into his chest, his thighs on either side of yours as he leaned back against the headboard.

At this new angle you could see Ransom at the foot of the bed, his phone in his hand. You gulped the thick slew of emotions ranging from disgust to terror down.

“Here’s the thing pumpkin” Lloyd growled in your ear, his hands ripping the top part of your dress until your breasts spilled from the fabric.

“Your little boyfriend fucked up tonight in more ways than one, he owes me and Rannie here a whole lot of money…so you sugar, you’re gonna be our little payback alright? Don’t worry though I won’t hurt you too much, especially not if you do as I say. So just relax, you never know…you might enjoy it too.”

Lloyd’s hands explored your body, one hand grasping at one of your tits while the other wandered down your body until it slipped into your panties. You shut your eyes, trying to hide the fact that his fingers circling your clit felt good. The snap of your panties waistband had you whimpering, the fabric falling until your sopping cunt was exposed to both men.

The flash of Ransom’s phone almost blinded you. He shuffled forward, pointing the camera at your pussy. Lloyd chuckled as his fingers slipped through your folds, completely soaked by the time they reached your clit.

“Fuck cupcake you’re enjoying this ain’t you? Bet you like having that pretty pussy filmed, is that why you’re so wet? Or is it because I’m the one touching it? Or maybe” his nose bumped the side of your head as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Maybe it’s because of Rannie, is that it pudding? Are you soaked because your little crush is watching you?”

You tried to shake your head at it all. It was none of them, it wasn’t Lloyd, it wasn’t Ransom and it wasn’t the camera. So what was it then?

The stretching of your pussy around Lloyd’s fingers caught you off guard, a painfully pleasured moan escaping you before you could bite it back. Lloyd smirked at your unravelling. His fingers fucked you quickly, the heel of his palm grinding against your swollen clit.

“Fuck that little pussy is singing for me, listen to that Ran, thought you didn’t want this hm? If you didn’t want this then why is your pussy fucking soaked” he spat, his fingers pulling out of you to land a harsh smack against your pussy causing you to shudder. You didn’t have any time to relax from the pain before three of his ringed fingers were back inside you, spreading you out like you never felt before.

You whined in protest as your stomach coiled, ropes of pleasure bundling together almost painfully.

“Ohh look at that, you gonna cum? Such a pathetic whiny slut, putting up a big fight but she’s gonna cum over my fucking fingers. Let go cupcake, cum, soak me—do it” he demanded, the sharp tone to his words capturing you and dragging you down to the pits.

You heard a pitiful squeal, you think it was from you. Your eyes squeezed shut as your pussy gushed over Lloyd’s fingers, almost soaking Ransom and his phone. Lloyd didn’t stop until he knew you were done, that your body had spent all of its juices. His fingers slipped from you, all connected with strings of your cum.

He smeared his hand over your face before capturing your unresponsive lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue lashing with yours and his teeth biting your lips.

“Let’s see how your little boyfriend responds to that shall we?” Lloyd speaks with a cheery lilt.

“But while we wait, let’s let Rannie get a taste of that pussy ok?” He turned your face to meet his gaze. You couldn’t respond, only letting out a soft grunt.

“Good girl.”

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[morganbritton132]

I’m now picturing people sending bags of Doritos to the PO Box for Ozzy and maybe Eddie doing a TikTok series of Ozzy trying different flavors and his reactions.

I get so much joy out of the thought of some mother humoring her weird alternative teenage daughter and her friend by driving them to multiple gas stations to buy eighteen bags of Doritos just so they can mail them to some Tiktoker in Illinois.

 It is a life or death situation for them and it pays off when Eddie goes live with a bunch of stuff from his PO Box like, “Hey guys, I was gonna open a bunch of shit from my PO since you guys seem to like that but I’ll do that later.”

“Look at this big ass box,” Eddie says, sitting the big ass box in front of him. “This is the biggest yet lightest box I have ever held and it crinkles when I shake it. I am intrigued. Let’s open it.”

Eddie opens the box and peaks inside before he laughs. He dumps out the contents on the table in front of him and laughs harder even as he read the note that fluttered out with all the bags of Doritos, “What the hell, guys? Uh, this is so fucking random, Amy and Rhea. Thank you. They wrote ‘for the one that Ozzy stole.’ This is certainly more than one.”

Eddie sits down and looks at the different flavors of chips, and opens one bag. He hasn’t even taken a chip out when he freezes. He only moves enough to grab his phone and flip the camera around to show Ozzy standing in the doorway.

Eddie whistles over to Ozzy and pats the couch next to him before setting the camera back down so you can see both of them. Eddie addresses the audience and Ozzy, “Since Stevie’s down for the count for the rest of the day and you did a very good job at getting him to lay down, how about we do a taste test.”

Ozzy is very professional and he is technically still on duty, but Steve is currently snoring beneath two heavy comforters in a pitch black room. Ozzy is taking a break and he wants a chip.

His tail wags and wiggles a bit like he’s excited, so there’s one last base to cover, “If this makes you sick, we don’t know why you’re sick. Deal?”

Eddie holds out his hand. Ozzy gives him paw.

“Okay, we’ll start with an original.” 

[wroteclassicaly]

ur piss kink thoughts. oh my god /pos

— @inkluvs (ivy)

Oh my god… Well, this took on a mind of its own… I’ll have to release my other full length fic w/ this kink someday! I hope you enjoy it!? Tysm for the ask! And these are just some headcanons of what I think. Idk if Steve would be as into it as Eddie, but I think he’d be down for it in the long run, especially if his partner is! And there’s something so much more wild about this kink with Stevie boy!

I’m so going to hell… 🙊

~*~

Warnings: Language, smut, vaginal fingering, references to masturbation, oral & vaginal sex, piss kink/watersports, and overall NSFW content!

The first time that it happened, it was an accident. Steve was fucking into you at a relentless pace with his fingers, curling into that spot. Having been unable to wait to have you, and you thinking you’d be able to get home and pee, then shower, before seeing him later in the evening — to say you had been shocked when he showed up to give you a ride instead of your coworker, that was an understatement. You couldn’t deny him, as you wanted him just as bad. However, you were clenching and holding vice onto muscles in your pelvic floor and thighs, berating yourself for not going before you left the building. And there in an abandoned parking lot, with your boyfriend’s insanely thick fingers inside of you — you were about to have a big problem.

“Steve…”

“Mhm, honey. So wet and warm for me. Waited all day for you, for this. Never can believe it’s real —“

“Steve, stop,” you’d warned him.

That throaty laugh occurred, but he then looked at you in concern. Your eyes were still glazed over, your legs wide open. But something was off. He makes the mistake of moving one finger against your sopping walls, meaning to pull his digits out, and it was happening.

“Please, I —“ Is all you got out before the first spray of yellow liquid is coating his hand and the leather of the seat below, even splashing onto your panties and jeans around your ankles, pooling onto the floor board.

With the fabric of your clothing in the way, you couldn’t close your legs fast enough, so you attempted to bear down and hold the rest, eyes glistening with tears, throat damp with embarrassment. It’s silent, the lights glittering from the street lamps and reflecting the crystal of his car’s windshield. And… part of the mess you had made. You didn’t waste a second, trying to reach for your clothing in hasty retreat.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I tried to stop it. I’m fucking disgusting, I know. Just take me home now, or I’ll walk —“

“Honey. Can you calm down for me for a minute? A second, maybe?” The raspy break in his voice had you looking through your panicked babble, directly at him.

You weren’t prepared to see him with a palm over his swollen denim bulge. He was hard before, yeah, but seeing you let go like that, it was so… raw. He was aching tremendously against his zipper, finger hovering above his belt buckle. Wait, was he… He was into this?

“You’re not mad?” You swallowed harshly, watching in slow motion as his hand moved to cup your damp cunt, not oblivious to the mixture of piss and cream that had dripped out of you.

He shakes those beautiful tresses. “You didn’t finish, did you?”

“I didn’t come, no, but that’s okay —“

“Baby. S’ not what I mean.” His jugular bobbled along a harsh intake of air, then he questioned you. “You still have to pee, right?”

“Well… Yeah, but I can hold the rest —“ The burning inside your body was scorching you. Unprepared is a comedic term for your reaction to his next wonder, your jaw nearly unhinging with a snap.

“Finish for me. Can you do that? While I touch you some more?”

Your eyes had widened and he almost backed out, but didn’t. He trusted you, both of you mostly in synch on things, especially in the bedroom. You were into this too, if any indication by your expelled pant and thighs trapping his wrist.

“But your car —“

“Can be cleaned, baby.”

And that was how it started, more or less. His hand fisting his fat cock as he fingered you to orgasm, all the while you pissed down his wrist and soaked the car his daddy bought for him when he was King Steve, and you were in different circles.

~*~

- King Steve would’ve been into it too, let’s be honest. Marking you, claiming you, humiliating you. He’d have you begging him to piss on or in you — your cunt, ass, and mouth. He owns you.

- When Steve became softer, he was so much more open about liking it, about how it turns both of you on.

- He would piss on you in public settings, have you pee on him, followed by orgasms that left you both breathless after.

- If you acted like a brat, you knew the special punishment he was concocting, what it would contain.

- He loves to make you hold it and watch how he can test your limits before your burst. Your cute shame makes his balls drawl up.

- Isn’t afraid to lick you clean. If he’s feeling bold, if you’re both comfortable — he’ll let it come directly from the source. (This man bit into the flesh and blood of an underworld creature, so who cares about a little piss from the partner he simps over?)

- Asked you to soak his parents staircase and bed before.

- Asks if he can watch you go.

- Gets this look in his eyes when he wants it. “Brought some stuff.” And it’s a towel and wet wipes. That’s the tell-tale sign.

- You peed on his chest and soaked the chest hair and he came untouched one time… Then asked him to piss on your tits.

- Your favorite thing is holding yourself open as he relieves himself on your clit and wet cunt. He uses it to rub you to your climax after.

- Another thing you both favor, is when he pisses inside of you (his personal favorite), as he’s fucking you, and when you go as he fingers you or touches you.

- Likes to come in and pee through your legs while you’re using the restroom. One time, he even had you straddle him as you both went. It was messy, but you tried, and you loved it.

- Jerks himself off beneath the spray of you. You touch yourself as he uses you too.

• I’m sure I have more, but my brain is on nasty overload rn. I’m hiding in shame now 😭

[pearlwestbrook]

Welcome to Aurora Bay, PEARL WESTBROOK! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like GRACE VAN PATTEN. You must be the TWENTY-SEVEN year old EMPLOYEE AT THE MOVIE HOUSE THEATER. Word is you’re SAVVY but can also be a bit MALICIOUS and your favorite song is SAME by DEB NEVER. I also heard you’ll be staying in OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS. I’m sure you’ll love it!

STATS.

Full Name: Pearl Odette Westbrook Nickname(s): Rabbit (by anyone who knew her when she was younger) Gender: Cis woman, she/her Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Birthday: October 30, 1995 (27) Religion: None Nationality: American Ethnicity: White Hometown: Palmdale, California Current Residence: Ocean Crest Apartments Length of time in Aurora Bay: 7 years Occupation: Employee at the Movie House Theater Education: Three semesters of community college

Height: 5′6 Tattoos: "Thank you and sweet dreams" in Jeff Buckley's handwriting on her upper left ribcage Piercings: Two in her left lobe, three in her right lobe, right nipple Scars: (tba)

Mother: Helena Westbrook Baker (48) Father: Kristoff Mack (55) Step-Father: George Baker (56) Siblings: Stevie Mack (half-sibling) Pet(s): A mean ass Calico cat called Mrs. Washburn, named after her mean ass seventh grade math teacher

PERSONALITY.

Pos. Traits: Savvy, quick-witted, perceptive, self-sufficient, intelligent Neg. Traits: Reckless, mercurial, sarcastic, pretentious, indecisive, self-indulgent, malicious Likes: Experimental cinema, lacy underwear, fashion, Indian food, weed, cigarettes, making people she doesn't like feel bad about themselves, telling lies for no reason, putting ketchup in her macaroni, Jeff Buckley, sex, dark beers, black metal, calzones, her cat, anything that gets her blood going, talking to strangers Dislikes: Sports, most poetry, modern interior design, minimalism, Star Wars, YouTubers, school, working a regular job, her family, philosophy, organized religion, feeling dependent on other people, standup comedy Fears: Having no direction in life, disappointing people, being abandoned

TL;DR.

Pearl's mother — one of nine kids and whose father had two wives — ran away from home at 17, got knocked up by a man who was part of a cult-like religious organization in Provo, Utah, that she met at the strip club where she worked, and then got ghosted by him. She left Utah, went west, and had Pearl in Palmdale, California. Her mother went back to stripping when she was very young and often left her alone and to fend for herself, and then, when Pearl was in her early teens, married the owner of the strip joint, who also happened to be a drug trafficker. When she was 17 he started trying to get Pearl to strip at his club and that was the last straw. She left home at 18 after graduating high school and ended up in Aurora Bay with a roommate a few years later. She tried community college but hated it and works at the movie house theater now.

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

unknown half-sibling of @mackstevie

enemies to besties with @helenasoarcs

toxic undefined relo with @ulyflynn

frenemies with benefits of @rominacortez

casual hookup of @jake-hudson

unwilling victim of attempted parenting with @cristian-valdes

fan of and friends with @amayapowers

casual enemies and 2am deep convos with @carterjohnsons

golden retriever/black cat energy with @greengideon

mutually destructive friendship with @xaviermattthews

bad influence on @liamburkes

HEADCANONS.

Finds it hilarious that her initials are POW and calls herself a prisoner of war

She got the nickname rabbit partly bc of her full cheeks but also bc she'll chow down on carrot sticks like a rodent, only people who knew her when she was younger wld know the nickname

Doesn't actually like the taste of cigarettes but is fully addicted

Despises weed culture and will stop listening when someone tries telling her about strains

tba

BIOGRAPHY.

**trigger warnings for parental abuse and neglect, allusion to homelessness, mention of religious extremism, drug trafficking, alcoholism

Helena Foughner's mother was one of Josiah Foughner's two wives, and she herself was just one of his nine children. It was a deeply toxic family and he was a deeply toxic and abusive man, and she ran away from all of it when she was seventeen years old, about four months before she would have failed to graduate high school with the rest of her peers. She didn't get far at first — she stayed in and around the Provo and Salt Lake areas for the next few years, often couch-surfing with friends and staying with boyfriends and frequenting motel rooms.

In her early twenties Helena discovered stripping, and it was through this that she finally started making enough money to get an apartment of her own; it was also how she met Kristoff Mack. He was charming in a way that disturbed and fascinated her, and not long after the second or third time they slept together did Helena find herself knocked up with his child and unable to contact him. Devastated and pregnant and terrified and with more hatred in her heart for Utah than ever before, Helena decided to leave for good. With what little money she'd saved, she traveled west just her and her unborn baby, before finally settling down in Palmdale, California, almost nine months later where Pearl was born.

Helena started stripping again just a couple years later. Pearl was often left with neighbors or cheap babysitters or completely alone, because daycare was too expensive and Helena couldn't keep a steady relationship to save her life.

Until she could, of course. George Baker owned the strip joint, and he took a liking to Helena. George Baker was also a drug trafficker, and not a very nice man. As Pearl got older her mother stopped stripping, married George, and allowed him to take care of them, which meant Pearl suddenly had some man pretending to be her father figure when it came to all the shitty stuff but none of the good stuff. He thought Pearl was an instigative little brat and he was right, and she thought he was an evil son of bitch and she was right. Helena was drinking too much by the time Pearl was a teenager to do anything about the abusive way her husband spoke to her daughter. She was also too drunk to be any help when, just before turning eighteen, George approached Pearl about stripping in his club. So she didn't bother ratting him out to her mom at all — Pearl simply left home the minute she turned eighteen and graduated high school.

Unlike her mother before her, Pearl had saved up just enough money through retail jobs she worked in high school to afford an apartment with a friend, and they ended up in Aurora Bay. There, Pearl tried a few different jobs before settling at the Movie House Theater, which she enjoyed because she'd always loved movies and, if she'd been able to last longer than three semester at a nearby community college, would likely have gone on to study film.

That being said, her rough start to life never instilled in her much confidence and that on top of hating the school setting meant she gave up on that idea quickly. She's not content with what she does but doesn't have the ambition to try for anything better, so a lot of her externalized rage is a product of that deep unhappiness and dissatisfaction with her life and her perceived ability to change it.

She dates on and off, sleeps around a lot more. Despite it never helping, she tries to fill the gaping void in her life with meaningless relationships that only end up making her feel worse in the end, and often leave her with additional trauma to pile on top of the rest.

Recently, she's started looking into her biological father out of some misplaced notion that understanding where she comes from might somehow give her a sense of purpose. Her mother never spoke of her father save for a first name, but through some deep digging she finally managed to get a last name as well and connect it to a man in Provo, Utah, who was part of a cult-like religious organization with a freaky recruiting website. It's not really a surprise to her given who her mother is, but it was still, deep down, just another confirmation that her life is garbage and she comes from shitty stock with bad luck.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

A current roommate

The roommate she moved to Aurora Bay with seven years ago (could be the same as the current roommate or something could have happened and they or she moved out)

Co-workers at the movie theater or any other little retail job she did before that

A few besties

Weed smoking buddies

Harder drug buddies + a dealer

Someone who tries to parent her (mostly unsuccessfully)

Someone who’s super chaotic with her and encourages all her poor choices

Some exes (would pretty much all have been toxic relos in some way)

Someone she lowkey idolizes

Enemies baybeeeeee

Would love someone she used to be rly close with and they hate each other now

Also would love the opposite, someone that started off on a bad foot with her but now they’re close

Frenemies!!! Friends only when they’re drunk vibe

Fake friends where they pretend to be friends for some reason but both loathe each other actually

Apartment building neighbors that she’s probably annoyed

Maybe one neighbor who kinda sees through her bullshit tho and lowkey is rly helpful like helped her go down to the basement when she blew a fuse or smth

Someone she knows bc she rear ended them when she borrowed her friend's car or smth ygfuhjds could have turned into a friendship or could be enemies now

Someone she Witnessed Something Weird With and now theyre trauma bonded over it

Hookups/fwb/etc

[beej-hunnicutt]

It's been so, so long since I've seen the earlier seasons of Snwfll I am losing my mind actually. I'm rewatching...just finished S1 and just.. so many thoughts and feeling SO many.

Just seeing first season everyone is so fucking bitter sweet because it's like seeing them how they first were while also seeing how much they have had to change in just these 3 years. And erm....I'm so emotional.

And my god. Seeing Lucia and Oso again literally has my heart and soul DESTROYED /pos just THESE TWO. THESE TWO. GOD I ADORE THEM. LOVE IS SO REAL 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I miss having Lucia around so fucking much omggggg AND FUCK PEDRO SO MUCH. OHMYGOD. THIS GUY SUCKS SO MUCH. GOT I HATE HIM.

Also these earlier Cissy and Franklin moments have me sobbing my eyes out. Just the way they rely and interact with one another. Seeing how gently Cissy is still able to hold him. As he's still soft and nervous and learning how this world is going to work for him. But you see that side of Franklin starting to show himself. The businessman and whatever else you would call what he transforms into. It's really wild going back and rewatching.

And Leon. Leon oh Leon. Even early on seeing his limits and where he is at in all this. What he's like with Franklin. Seeing them both be so painfully young with each other. And seeing what Leon is willing to do. Seeing him now as he is in S6 is just wild. I'm truly SO scared and nervous what's gonna happen to him.

And what to even say about Jerome and Louie. Literally so many of this little one off comments have me in tears as to seeing where they are now its not even funny. Especially with Louie. And just right ohmygod she did SO much for Franklin. He literally never would have been where he is now without her. Take that as you will, but she saved him in S1. Got him out of some scary shit. Yes there is a lot to talk about for what she introduced him into. But I am not having a nuanced talk rn!! I am crying over the characters. And I love and respect Louie through and through‼️‼️ Always have, always will 😤

But yeah tearing my hair out, going through all the emotional all over again. Literally gonna rewatch again to get some screenshots and screen recording of things lol. But enjoying the rewatch just for funsies rn with Stevie 🩷💗

[stephenwarren]

BASICS

full name: stephen adrien warren

nickname: steve, stevie, mr warren, s. w reynolds (pseudonym)

age/date of birth: 39 / may 8th, 1985

zodiac sign: taurus ☼ libra ☾ cancer ↑

gender identity: cis man (he/him)

hometown: hermosa beach, ca

current location: new bellevoux, la

neighborhood: lafayette hills

time in town: on-and-off, 27 years

sexual orientation: demisexual

occupation: high school teacher, novelist

PERSONALITY

labels: the phoenix, the benefactor, the mediator

pos traits: gentle , reliable , caring , trustworthy , allocentric , dutiful

neg traits: obstinate , reticent , stubborn , secretive , deceitful

hobbies: cooking, reading, history, musical theatre, camping, sports, volunteering, board games

languages spoken: english, french, italian, asl, a bit of mandarin & russian

instruments played: guitar & piano

favorite color: blue, red, green

favorite food: everything, big foodie

allergies: n/a

APPEARANCE

height: 6 feet

distinguished characteristics: multiple scars throughout his body; a blink and you'll miss it type of situation. some are from childhood and barely noticeable if you look closely whilst the most prominent ones are around 4 years old, situated in his ribs. there is no itemized list yet, but it is something he is acutely aware of.

tattoos: a phoenix on his back, a minimalist tattoo from the song ‘from eden’ by hozier where the word idealism sits in a small prison and it’s located on his left ribcage, the date of his mom’s passing and his sibling’s disappearance on his chest, the phrase ‘when i was drowning, that’s where i could finally breathe’ on his right forearm. ( ref )

piercings: n/a

right or left-handed?: right-handed

RELATIONSHIPS

robert warren (whereabouts unknown), alycia reynolds (deseased)

sibling(s): one younger sibling (whereabouts unknown)

children: jack (adopted child, 12), alexandra (adopted child, 7)

pet(s): a four year old labradoodle named Pollux

BULLET POINTS

tw: drug use, abuse, death mention

Stephen was born into an already broken household with a negligent, abusive, narcissistic father and a loving and caring but mentally exhausted mother who had sadly been drawn to the world of opioids addiction by her very own husband only a few weeks after giving birth, who made a living out of not only dealing but fabricating said drugs. It became obvious to Stephen at a very young age that he was on his own. Despite all that, he had a pretty normal childhood ( as normal as one can be with a parent who half of the time isn't there and whenever he is around, leaves you wishing he wasn't ) which only became brighter once his parents announced to him the arrival of their second child.

For a while, the new breath of fresh air worked on their favor; bringing the cursed family a new wave of tranquillity a new bundle of joy can bring, yet it was short-lived once his father started spiraling down once more. Home became hell on earth, Stephen making himself the primary target of his father's wrath for the upcoming years until a couple months before his twelfth birthday, the fateful day his father lost his job and the reigns of his own life. He began selling again to make meets end and shortly after, consuming and the aggressions escalated. Worried teachers and friends got in contact with officials and one day CPS showed up to the Warren household while Stephen was at school and his mother was out and took his little brother from his father, promising to come back soon for the oldest Warren. The patriarch, scared, left the family household there and then only leaving behind a note explaining what had happened to never be seen again. Stephen and his mother searched tirelessly for two whole days yet quickly panic overtook Stephen's mother who, scared of losing her remaining child took all their belongings and move them both to New Bellevoux, her hometown.

The three following years were bittersweet. Although they were now safe, at peace in a place filled with people who cared for them and they were starting to heal from the years spent in the Warren household, the grief of losing the youngest of the family didn't let them quite move on. Tragedy struck once again when, only a few months before his sixteenth birthday, Stephen came home after a party to find his mother unconscious and unresponsive. He called 911 as quickly as he could but it proved to be in vain, as she was pronounced dead by the time they had arrived, due to drug overdose and thus, he had lost the entirety of his family in a span of three years. For months, he changed from being a loving and caring kid to what seemed to be the shell of a person, barely speaking to anyone and constantly angry but with the help of his family on his mother's side and closed ones, he managed to overcome his grief and continue with his life, as hard as it was. He even managed to not only graduate after missing a month worth of work after his mother's passing, but graduate with good grades and good possibilities of applying to any college he set his mind to.

He was accepted into Monroe College on their Criminal Justice department and Stephen moved to NYC the day after graduation, a shared dream he and his mother had had for as long as he could remember. 3 years and endless jobs to provide for himself later, he graduated and a chance to dream bigger and seek higher education became a possibility when he enlisted to NYU's online program for a master degree while he moved to Virginia and started the Quantico program to become a federal agent. Two years split between Virginia and New York stretched him and every relationship he had thin, but he worked through it and even managed to find a significant other that he inevitably proposed to a year later. Stephen ultimately enlisted in the FBI and was assigned to New York once again where he remained for the next 3 years. After a work related accident that nearly costed him his life and a sour relationship that ended with a broken heart, Stephen decided to leave New York for good and moved back to New Belloux, where he worked tirelessly at day to become a teacher and at night, he used his now permanent state of insomnia to write down every experience he had had in his lifetime.

Thanks to a close friend of his, Stephen decided to turn one of his memories into a novel of one of the cases he had been a part of and with the help of a friend with an indie publishing company back in New York his debut novel that wasn't meant to be one, was published in 2012 under the pseudonym S. W. Reynolds, in honor of his late mother. The novel became a success and before he knew, the now teacher assistant was signing a deal for two more books, a part of the publishing company, and the chance of his novels striking a deal with a streaming platform for a movie or show. He took his time to publish his second novel, occupied with his new career as a high school teacher but ultimately published the much anticipated sequel in 2018, it's success surprising even the author himself who promptly grew burnt out when avid readers began demanding a third book.

He considered quitting, taking the money he had made with his previous works and go back into keeping his writings private but ultimately decided to take a break to focus on his teachings and his next big project: becoming a foster parent. It had always been a dream of his, especially due to his past and the situation with his little sibling so the high school teacher attended every class and lesson, mandated by court or not and ultimately, after almost two years, he was assigned 2 siblings in 2021 whose backstory resembled his own, terribly so. Their relationship was difficult at the beginning and it came with the trial and tribulations proper with normal human relationships and the nuance of their distinctive case and yet, the three persisted and after a few months, they began to fall into a rhythm that truly allowed them to not only find themselves but a family of their own and a year after first welcoming them into his home, Stephen was working on fully adopting them and becoming their legal guardian.

With a new mindset and a new perspective, he began to write again. He is currently finishing the final draft of his third novel while simultaneously teaching history at New Belleveoux High School and raising Jack and Alexandra, his adoptive children. Pollux, his trusty labradoodle accompanies him through it all.

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Love Grows (demon!Bucky and pre-serum!Steve omegaverse au)

2

WITH OVER HALF of the boxes still needing to be unpacked, Steve decided they needed a break. On soft feet, Steve walked up behind Hodge. Wrapping his arms around the man's trim waist, Steve nuzzled into that strong, muscular back. Hodge gave Steve's hand an affectionate squeeze.

Kissing Hodge's back, Steve suggested, "What d'ya say about ordering in and having a naked picnic?"

"Mmm," Hodge hummed, turning around in Steve's arms. "I could go for some ma po tofu with a little Stevie for dessert."

Steve mocked a gag, which caused Hodge to toss the petite omega over his shoulder and carry him into the primary bedroom. Laughing the entire way, Steve couldn't help but be aroused by the strength of his beta. Especially when the man flung him onto the unmade king size bed.

Not wasting a single second, Steve rose to his knees and instantly pulled off his shirt and threw it off to the side. Thankfully, Hodge had the same thing in mind as he started stripping as well. First, seriously until Steve started playfully encouraging, "yeah, take it off!" and, "my sexy man!" Then, Hodge started moving to an imagined beat as he performed a strip tease.

As he took in his husband's tall, Herculean frame, Steve's cock started to thicken and harden while slick started wetting the back of his boxer briefs. He wasn't sure how he got so lucky with this man, but he knew he'd never take him for granted. God, he loved this man. Wanted this man, now and forever. Forever and ever, amen!

"C'mere," Steve demanded as Hodge stood in front of him as naked as the day they had met all those years ago in his life drawing art class back when Hodge was a broke, no-name actor taking modeling gigs for quick cash.

With a coy smile on his face, Hodge crawled over Steve, making sure to kiss his way up the omega's body. Steve didn't have the curves that most omegas were still expected to have, but Hodge seemed to like his sharp angles just fine. Which was more than what Steve could say about his past partners. But he supposed that that was why he married Hodge and not some of his less savory exes.

Kissing up the column of Steve's neck, Hodge nibbled at his most sensitive spots, especially his scent gland. Steve couldn't help but softly moan when the beta sealed his lips around the gland and sucked.

Removing the last of Steve's clothing, Hodge slid his large hands up his thin thighs, enjoying the expanse of soft skin at his fingertips. For a moment, Hodge teased him with light caresses that purposely stayed away from where Steve really wanted him.

"Gil," Steve whined, thrusting up in hopes of getting more friction.

"Patience," Hodge promised, kissing his way down Steve's body.

Steve sighed in annoyance, but it turned into a groan when Hodge wrapped his lips around the head of Steve's cock and circled the slick furrowed muscle of his hole. And while it felt nice, the anticipation was getting to Steve and making him impatient again. Whining, "C'mon!"

Sinking down the length of Steve's cock, Hodge slid his index finger inside Steve. Gasping, Steve arched at the sensation, pushing his head further into the pillow. Not sure if he wanted to thrust up into Hodge's talented mouth or down onto one of his thick fingers. Thankfully though, Hodge knew Steve all too well and helped him work in tandem.

"More," Steve pleaded, "More. Please, baby."

Not teasing him the way he usually did, Hodge added another finger. Using the two to stretch his slick opening while he further hollowed his cheeks on the upstroke. God, did this man know how to play him like a fiddle. Especially when he decided to rub the nub inside of him that made him see fireworks behind his eyelids.

Flicking his tongue over the slit in Steve's cock head, the omega arched once more before fucking himself back on the now-three thick fingers. Feeling himself on the precipice, Steve moved more frantically. Desperately chasing his own pleasure while his husband used that talented mouth. It didn't take long before Steve's orgasm washed over him, pumping his clear omega come into Hodge's mouth at the same time that more slick gushed from his hole.

Sliding his mouth off Steve's spent dick, Hodge removed his fingers from Steve's ass and – out of habit – turned to grab a condom from the currently empty side table drawer. "Shit." Groaning in annoyance, Hodge kissed Steve's bony knee as he hopped off the bed, "Be right back."

Even though Steve would've preferred going without a condom, he knew why Hodge chose to use one. It was simple, Hodge wasn't ready for a baby. Sometimes, Steve feared that he'd never be ready.

Nevertheless, Hodge quickly returned. Ripping the packaging open, Hodge rolled it down his erection and joined Steve on the bed. Hodge lining up his cock, momentarily numbed Steve's baby-crazed mind. With a glorious thrust, Hodge didn't stop until his hips were flush with Steve's ass. Steve couldn't help but feel another wave of arousal as Hodge's erection brushed against his prostate. First, on the way in, then again on the way out. Over and over. Keeping that same angle the entire time.

Of course, with such stimulation, it didn't take long for Steve's cock to stiffen once more. Nor did it take long for him to come again. Clenching down on Hodge's cock, the beta finally reached his own climax. Thrusting through his orgasm as he pumped his seed into the condom, Steve could feel himself getting excited again. But he could always take care of that himself if he felt like it.

Pulling out, Hodge kissed Steve. As he removed the condom, the beta made a face of disgust at the mess. Half-teasing, Steve suggested, "Y'know, you wouldn't have to deal with that if you came inside."

"Babe, we've talked about this," Hodge sighed, heading for the bathroom.

"I know." Steve grabbed his discarded shirt to clean himself.

"It's not that I don't want to have a baby," Hodge continued, starting the shower. "I just want to be more secure with work, y'know?"

"I know, I know."

And Steve did know.

But he also knew that he wasn't getting any younger...

As he made his way into the bathroom, Hodge was already under the spray of the shower. The room steaming up already. Tossing their clothes into the hamper, Steve glanced at the mirror. A small heart had been drawn through the condensation in the corner. With a smile on his face, he reached up to place his finger where Hodge's had been.

"Ya gonna join?" Hodge asked, peeking out of the glass shower door. Seeing Steve touching the mirror and the heart, Hodge said, "Aww, babe. You're too cute."

Steve rolled his eyes. The big lug had never been a sweet talker. Not unless it was written for him. Removing his hand from the smooth, misty surface, he climbed into the shower behind the beta. Wrapping his arms around him, he pressed a line of kisses up his spine. Hoping that their future kids would have Hodge's blond curls and sun-kissed skin.

Resting his cheek against the middle of Hodge's back, Steve took in a lungful of that sunny musk. Just taking a moment to revel in the fact that this beta was his. This man held everything that Steve wanted in the palm of his hands.

Opening his eyes, Steve spotted another heart. This one drawn on the foggy shower door. And while Steve didn't need any reassurances that he picked the right partner, he couldn't help but be relieved that he did.

[nahthekidlived]

gonna do steven’s new about page next and this picture always makes me emo

look how excited he is that jack is there

he hears him at the door and immediately runs into his arms and tells him about his day. its highly likely that jack isnt around all that much, whether it be him being busy with his job or alice just not wanting him in their lives, so clearly he makes an impression during the times he does swing by.

steven loves his ��uncle’ so much and tbh that makes what happened all the more tragic

[xtrafluffyteddy]

OKAY I KNOW YOU’RE GETTING TIRED OF ME, I WAS THE ONE WHO REQUESTED THAT BILLY X STEVE X EDDIE X CURSED! READER (but I just changed my name)

I was wondering, if you could do a Steve x Eddie x fem!reader where she’s like eleven and she’s remote-traveling.

SO, HERES WHAT I HAD IN MIND.

The reader is in a big pool of water and she’s in the void, trying to find Vecna and she’s struggling to fight against him.

But the reader heart stops beating for a moment, LONGER than a moment and Steve and Eddie think she died.

I JUST LOVE WHEN YOU WRITE, THIS WAS JUST A THOUGHT THOUGH AND I KNOW THIS IS HORRIBLE.

(Also can the reader’s hair be shaved? :] that’s if you want!)

Never ever feel bad about having ideas chicken noodle I love your ideas and this one is the bomb dot com

Pairing: steddie x reader

Mentions: violence, temporary death, happy ending.

You had just escaped from the lab a second time and knew you had to protect the kids as well as your boyfriend from the newest enemy Vecna. You had gotten glimpses of him in past traveling but now you’d be fighting him to save your friends and your family.

“You don’t have to do this!” Steve pleads “we can handle it” he takes your hands his shaking as the kids prepare the salt bath “not in the way it needs to be handled Stevie I won’t have you or Eddie or one of the kids die not to Vecna not in the upside down” you press a soft kiss to his lips caressing his cheeks “just trust me” you look at Eddie who was worrying his lip “I’ll be okay I’m stronger than you think” you gently kiss Eddie as well as they help you into the salt bath.

“We’ll be right here right beside you” Eddie reassures as they help you lay down slipping your blindfold on “I’ll be okay” you reassure them as you close your eyes and sink into the upside down. Eddie gently pets your shaved head missing your old hair but finding this new style kind of cool while Steve squeezes your hand a worried look on his face.

“VECNA” you call out from the darkness bare feet splashing on the water “PETER!” You call again “HENRY I know your here!” You yell voice echoing over the vast emptiness.

Suddenly your in Vecnas hellscape staring at the broken remnants of the creel house and the destroyed bodies of your old friends “COME FACE ME YOU COWARD” you yell as you see him coming towards you in the distance

You use your powers to lift him into the air the familiar coppery smell filling up your senses as your nose starts bleeding “ILL KILL YOU” you scream as you throw him hard against the floating remains of his house.

In the outer world your body begins to shake in the tub causing Eddie and Steve to look at each other with worry before the take your hands pleading for you to keep fighting and that your stronger than he is.

Faintly you can hear your boyfriends voices echoing in your mind as your pinned against a pillar vines wrapping around your neck and arms “you bitch about everyone doing the same day to day henry” you choke out glaring as comes closer “but your just the fucking same” you exhaust your powers moving you both in your turf the void where you hoped you had the upper hand.

“Cmon henry” you growl as you charge at him using your powers to slam him to the ground “your nothin but a coward, a bully” you taunt angering him more as gets up “you think your powerful because you “rule” the upside down news flash Henry your just another fuckin puppet” you spit out blood as you grow weak your powers becoming weaker every time he attacks.

“She’s not breathing!” Eddie cries as he shakes you in the tub “fuck fuck we can’t take her out yet he’ll kill her if we do!” Steve shouts as he tries to keep Eddie from pulling you out “hell kill her if we don’t!” Eddie screams as pulls you out of the bath laying you on the cold floor of the gym “breathe damn it” Steve pushes him out of the way as he begins doing chest compressions .

“I won’t let you hurt my friends” you growl weakly taking a deep breath as you use your happy memories to strengthen what little power you have left screaming in agony as you watch him disappeared into flake and particles, before you collapse into a heap on the void floor.

“Stay with us!” Eddie pleads as tears roll down his cheeks “stay with us!” Steve repeats as he continues doing chest compressions feeling hopelessness seep into his bones “the gates are closing she did it!” Dustin screams over the walkie talkie cheering being heard in the background.

“Eddie-“ you call out weakly from the void as your vision becomes fuzzy around the edges “Steve” you begin crawling towards them and your physical body collapsing every once a while from the pain you can hear them crying and pleading for you to come back.

Eddie lays his head on your chest as Steve stops doing chest compressions both of them sobbing thinking they you were gone for good. Suddenly you gasp eyes flying open as you catch your breath only eye milky white “what’re you two cryin about” you joke raspily reaching up with a weak hand to wipe their tears “told you i won’t let him get me” you wince as they both pull you into a tight hug “we did it-“ they say in unison “it’s over you defeated Vecna” Steve presses a tender kiss to your lips followed by Eddie “your a hero” Eddie sniffs kissing your cheek over and over “our hero” Steve finishes both of them clinging to you even after the kids arrive.

[ukdamo]

We Are Derby

James Thrasivoulou

We Are Derby

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Rail-track city; birthplace of the industrial revolution

Where inventors span cogs to engineer solutions

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We're a city that delivers

From Royal Mail PO boxes

To Royal Crown Derby china

Craft and specialism's our definer

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We Are Derby

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Bearers of Joseph Strutt's philanthropy

Erasmus Darwin's philosophy

Where Florence Nightingale hatched plans

To revolutionise the healthcare of England

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We're engineers with dirty fingernails

Graft and sweat pump through our veins

We're Rolls-Royce engines, Belper nails

Toyota motors, Bombardier trains

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We Are Derby

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A picture painted by Wright

A building designed by Pickford

We're artistic souls and working minds

With a heritage built on cognizance

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The underdog city of Middle England

Entrepreneurship exemplified

Where independent businesses thrive:

The real-ale capital; a beer festival every night!

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We Are Derby

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Where the ram is our symbol

The city its beating heart

We've lived through hard times, persevered

Our people possess the spark

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We are Derby County:

Formed in 1884

100 years before I was born

Under Clough and Taylor came the glory days

The heritage they forged; their legacy still remains

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Where on Shaftesbury Cres, the kids now play

Where houses stand and turf once lay

On the ashes of our Baseball Ground

They laugh and have a kick around

As Stevie Bloomer watches down

The city's pride emanates the ground

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We Are Derby

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On that Monday morning

After that Wanchope weekend

Driving all those Man United fans

Completely 'round the bend

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We're resilience in the flesh

We've never settled

For second best

Just walk these streets

You’ll feel the pride

It’s in our DNA

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We Are Derby

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Where the future's bright:

Bright black & White

Whoever the opponent

We’ll take the fight

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We'll sing the songs; we'll sing them loud

Whatever gets thrown at us!

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The ambition's here, the time is now

Our loyal supporters will see us proud

With our new blood we can make the push

And forge new history to elevate this club

Back to the top where we belong

[wordynerdygurl]

The Guy

Author’s Note:  Hello my lovelies!  I have to say, I love writing requests and taking part in Challenges.  It helps me sharpen my skills!  But, with the insane way the world is right now, I offered to participate in one... then lost the details.  So, with my sincere appreciation for @lancsnerd​ ,who kindly sent me a reminder about my missing “assignment”, I present the following! Summary/ Prompt:  A quote of “He’s the guy” and my boy, Loki Pairing:  Female Reader x Loki Warnings:  Swearing, Implied Smut, Fluff, Soft Loki

“Are you gonna tell me what I want to know?  Or… do we have to do this the hard way?”  Gravel filled and low, the Winter Soldier had you pinned against the rough brick wall, his metal arm holding your wrists together.

“Ooph!  Bucky!  Get off!”  “Make me, princess!”  

Kicking your legs free, you swung around Bucky, locking him in a bear hug from behind.  Squeezing him with your thighs, your forearms wrapped around his strong neck, “Tap out, Buck!” Wheezing, staggering back, Bucky tried spinning you around but even his metal arm was unable to grab you, “Never!” Applying more pressure to his windpipe, you grunted, “Give me the win!” “No way”, you felt his hard hand grip your thigh, breaking your hold.  Suddenly you were untethered, above your feet was the ceiling of the gym, and then there was no breath in your lungs.  Bucky had managed to flip you over and slam you down onto the waiting mat with reverberating force.  Gasping loudly, you curved up to meet Bucky’s waiting hand, “You alright, doll?”

Shaking your head, sitting up, “That was a dirty trick, Barnes.  I had you and you know it.” “Yea… but you still haven’t answered my question, so I couldn’t let you win.”  Pulling you to your feet easily, Bucky threw his arms around you, his warm hug an easy way to make sure there would be no lasting damage from your sparring session. “Why do you want to know so bad?”  Lowering yourself to the workout bench, forearms resting on your knees, you kept a close watch on your sparring partner. Tossing you a towel, Bucky grabbed both of your water bottles, sitting down on the mat in front of you.  Wiping the sweat away from your forehead, slugging down the cool water, you kicked at the super soldier sitting criss cross applesauce.  Leaning back, resting his weight on his arms stretched behind him, “Because...  I worry about you.  I want to make sure you’re safe… and I want to believe this guy is good enough for you.” Considering his words, you snapped your bottle shut, nodding, “I get it, Bucky.  I really do.  I’m just… not ready to talk about it.” Sensing your hesitation, Bucky patted your knee, “Just know that I’m here when you are ready.  And if he fucks up, I’ll kill him.” Laughing, you stood up with a groan, “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind!” At dinner that night, Steve knocked into your shoulder, “Hey kiddo.”

“Hey Stevie!  How are you?” “It’s spaghetti night, what more does a guy need?”  It was an easy exchange, making you chuckle as he loaded a plate high with pasta and sauce before settling himself into the chair next to you. Unfolding a napkin to lay over his trousers, “Bucky told me you’ve met someone?” Flicking your eyes to the Winter Soldier, who all of the sudden was very interested in something Tony was saying, you munched on your garlic bread.  Swallowing thickly and patting your mouth clean, you turned to Steve, “Oh, he did huh?” “Yes… but he says you won’t give up this guy’s name?”  Concern was present on your friend’s face.  While you appreciated Steve's sentiment, it wasn't necessary, not entirely.  You knew what you were doing and you didn't want to be talked out of it, even by your well intentioned friends.

"I don't know why everyone cares so much.  He's a guy… I'm a girl… it's traditional and boring."

Swirling a fork through his saucy plate, lifting those dutiful blue eyes to yours, "So why the secrecy?"

Chewing, thoughtful, you considered Steve's question.  It was valid.  You were quick to acknowledge that, answering, "Um… because we're still in that love bubble.  Ya know?"

Chiming in, Bucky curious now, "Love bubble?  I don't know what that is… what does that mean?  Love bubble?"

"It's that time in a new relationship when… um… it's like…" words failing, you desperately tried to give structure to your argument.

Interrupted by Loki, sulking at the end of the long table, "She doesn't want to share her paramore.  Greedily, she wants to keep the pair in a love bubble.  Separate and safe from any interference.  Unpopped, if you will."

"Is that true? You don't want us to bug you?"  Bucky's eyes widened at the thought.

Shrugging, you dug around for another meatball, "Kinda… Look, it's not that I don't love you, Buck.  Or that I don't trust you, Steve.  It's just… all of you can be a lot to deal with.  And-" looking at the faces of each of your Avenger friends, "-my… guy… I really, really like him.  I don't want to scare him away."

Admitting it out loud, that was taking a lot of your courage but you were being completely honest.  This guy, he was just about perfect and you didn't want to blow that by bringing him around your overprotective people so soon.  Natasha, the group's mama bear, smiled.  "Seems reasonable to me.  Give her some time, fellas… if he's half as great as she says, we'll like him well enough."

Steve, smiling a little in your direction, "I don't know who he is… but it seems like he makes you happy!"

Bucky, over protective, kept hounding you, "When will I get to meet him?"

"Soon, Buck.  I promise." 

"I wonder who it is… this man you care about so much that you're protecting him from us, your dearest friends!"  It was Loki, musing from afar that made the observation, his sharp eyes on you.

"I told you-" It was Tony’s turn to interrupt, loudly calling, “FRIDAY?”

“Yes, Mr. Stark?” “Start a pool.  Five dollar buy in, guesses on who this guy is… whoever has the winning answer gets the kitty!” “Tony!  Not cool!  And, not necessary!  You guys don’t really need to do this!”  But your protests went unheard as chatter erupted and a round of bills were flung on the table. Steve, murmuring to Bucky across the table, “What was that guy at the coffee shop?  Cameron?  Carson?” Snapping his fingers, Bucky answered, “Carlton!”

“He’s my guess, Tony.”  “Shit, Steve.  That’s not fair… but, ok.  Ok, my guess is Matt.  That guy from the pizza place who kept bringing extra chicken fingers for you!  You’d never admit to a date with him!”  Bucky, smug and pleased, sat back content with his detective work.

“Natasha?  Thoughts?”  Tony was typing away, his interface with FRIDAY recording all the back and forth, compiling the list of possible boyfriend candidates. Tapping her lip, Nat watched you, “Hmm… Is it Warren?  The kid from China Star who rode the Kawasaki and always wanted to take you for a ride?”

Clint leaned over you, grabbing a breadstick as he threw down a ten, “I want to put Charles, from the IT department on the list… and Juan, the recycling rep.  Both of those guys follow you around like puppies and I could see you taking pity on at least one of them!” “Nope.  No way!  She went out with Charles once already.  He was the guy who ate her french fries at dinner.  Big No-No!”  “Rhodes, how do you remember that shit?  Fine, not Charles then.  What about Frankie?  The dude from the diner?”  Clint asked the assembled team, looking for someone to back him up.

Mortified, hiding behind your hands, you grimaced.  The list, it kept growing, and you could feel icy eyes of judgement lighting you up from across the room.  You knew you’d have to answer questions later.

Jane, having joined Thor at the table, was getting caught up on your situation.  Conspiring with her Norse God of a boyfriend, she chuckled, slapping a bill on the table with the announcement, “Our money is on Loki.”

Silence overtook the room.  Everybody stared at the small, brunette scientist, evaluating if her suggestion was real or a joke.  A guffaw broke out of you and quickly gathered steam, propelling you directly into a hiccup filled giggle fit.  In a flash everyone joined in, the idea of you and Loki being together was at once so hilarious and unbelievable. It was also diverting enough that the talk of your love life died completely.  Grateful and satisfied, you finished dinner without any other questions, even offering to do the dishes.  While you were scraping remnants into the compost bucket, you felt the room’s temperature drop, noticing that Loki had slid into the room, "Love bubble is it?"

Dropping the plates into the sink, plunging your hands into the soapy water, his strong ones glide over your shoulders, "Yes.  I'm really enjoying our little bubble of love."

“Me too.”  Pressing a small kiss to the curve of your neck, Loki pulled your body close, hugging you tightly from behind.  As Loki was nearly a foot taller than you, it was nothing to tip your head up, his welcome mouth finding yours for a soft kiss.  Curving your back, your bottom rubbed against his pelvis, his desire already rising. “Although, they had a lot of suggestions, my innocent little kitten.  Should I be worried?” Shaking your head, “No.  None of those… meatballs compare with you, Loki.” “Good.  That makes me glad… and I’m pleased to know how coveted you are, my pet.”  Roving hands took the liberty of sliding under the hem of your shirt, fingertips just grazing over your bra covered breasts.

Sighing into Loki’s loving touch, “Not that you were much help!"

"What can I say?  I like seeing you squirm"  his lethal voice purred, warm against your ear.

Pirouetting in his arms, your damp hand brushing back a strand of dark curls, "Jane almost gave us away.” A small smile, almost sad, pulled down Loki’s lips, “Is the idea of you loving me so hilarious?”

“Not to me.”

His head dipped, lowering those pink lips to your own, almost colliding… when laughter, drawing near, broke your moment of connection. Effectively ending your private chat, Thor stomped confidently into the room unaware of the way Loki jumped back as if scalded, or the way your hands trembled at the possibility of discovery.  “Brother!  I need to speak with you!” Flicking his desire filled eyes to yours, Loki smirked, “Of course… to what do I owe the honor?” “I have asked Jane to be my bride!” “Brother!  It’s about time Jane made an honest man out of you!”  Loki, more than a little surprised but genuinely pleased for his sibling, hugged Thor close.  “YAY!  That’s so exciting!  Have you guys picked a date yet?”  Wiping your hands dry, leaning against the sink, you were happy to hear all of Thor's big news. Shaking his blonde head excitedly, “We shall be wed in three months time… and I was hoping that Loki would play for our special day?” 

Loki, blushing a deep rosy pink, “Thor… It’s been years.” 

“So?  What of that, God of Mischief?  You always find a way”, wagging a finger at his dark hued brother, Thor’s teasing grin was sweet. Piling on excuses, trying to gently defer his brother’s marital request, Loki added, “I don’t think I have a suitable instrument.”

That was enough for your mouth to hang open, “Wait… you want Loki to perform?  Like play music?  At your wedding?”  “Of course!  He’s the best chamber musician in Asgard.  Possibly the entire Nine Realms.”  Pride filled Thor’s words at Loki’s accomplishments, something you found impossibly charming, even if you couldn’t quite believe what he said was true.  

“Thor, really… I don't think-" Clapping a broad hand onto his younger brother's shoulder, Thor’s tone changed, “Music from home, Loki. It would mean so much, especially since… Mother and Father-”  

Loki held up a hand, stopping Thor from going further into emotional sincerity, unable to bear the rawness in his brother’s words.  Closing his eyes, agreeing, “Fine.  Ok, I’ll… I’ll do it!’  Loki could sense your watchful eyes on him, curious and questioning, as he gave into his older brother.    

With his easy smile spreading, Thor’s joy pushed the cloud of sadness away, “Our special day will be filled with music!  And flowers!  Jane has a whole… Pinterest board?  I don’t know what that is but she’s filled it with ideas-” spinning around to grab you off your feet, Thor continued, “And you’ll be invited too!  All of the team must come, not just my wayward brother!” Getting swept up in Thor’s passionate excitement, you laughed, offering up more congratulations and promises of attending.  As your toes touched the floor, Thor pulled Loki away, “Jane says you will take Darcy as a date for the ceremony.” Tilting his head, Loki shrugged shyly, speaking loud enough for you to hear, “Uh… actually, I already have a date.” Gripping Loki in a rib smashing hug, Thor squeezed his little brother tightly, “That is marvelous news!  Jane will be so pleased!  So, who’s the lucky girl?” Smiling, you watched them go, happy to see the pair so connected.  You didn’t need to hear Loki’s answer.  You knew who he’d be taking to Thor’s wedding.

That night, as you were toweling dry your cropped hair, a pop of green light signaled the arrival of your secret boyfriend.  He was positively electric, grabbing you by the terry robe covered hips, and kissing you swiftly.  Loki's hands rubbed over the soft fabric on your back until they cradled your smiling face, "Hmm… you smell so clean that it makes me think dirty thoughts."

Giggling, you rose up on your toes, curling your hands into his tangle of dark hair.  You bent his waiting mouth to your own, savoring the sensation of shared breath, as your tongue flicked over Loki's lips, “Dirtier than that?” Nodding, his heated look hungry, “Oh yes.” "How dirty are we talking?", you teased, resting your cheek against Loki's chest.  His rich laugh, rumbling through his core, joined your own.  Pressing his forehead to yours, Loki sighed sweetly, "I missed you…"

"I just saw you at dinner!"

"But it's been too long.  I… I need more."

Turning to hang up your towel, over your shoulder, "More what, my prince?"

"More of you."  Having gained on you while your back was turned, Loki was behind you now, wrapping his long arms around your waist.

Squealing, delighted, "LOKI!  Someone will hear!"

Dropping you quickly on the mattress, Loki shimmied up beside you, toying with the open collar on your robe, "So?"

"So… they'll find you here."

Thoughtfully, Loki’s proud look captured your own, "Maybe I don't care.  Not anymore… Maybe I don't want to keep you and me… us, a secret."

Swallowing hard, your gaze trapped by Loki's earnest expression, "Really?  You're ready to pop the love bubble?"

His fingertips brushed over the thin skin between your breasts, "Yes?  I… I think so.  Are you?"

Biting on your bottom lip, scrutinizing his handsome face, "Loki, I…"

Freezing, his hand stalled, and Loki sat back on his heels.  Looking out your window, shoulders slumping in resignation, "You don't want to tell anyone.  You are ashamed to be with me."

Swiftly sitting up, cupping his face with your hands, crooning, "No, no, no, no, no, no!"

Shrugging away from your touch, "You don't care for me, not like you claim to, if you won't declare your feelings for all to hear."

"Loki!  That's not it at all."  

Letting you tug him closer, Loki's tear filled eyes still refused to meet your own, "Loki… I… I love you.  And… I just don't want to share you.  Not yet, anyway.  That is-" putting your arms around his neck until you were nose to nose with the red-rimmed eyes of an emotional Odinson, "-my only reason for keeping our romance quiet."

Whispering, Loki was too shocked to shake you off, "You… love me?"  His voice wavered, as if the idea of being loved by you had never been a real possibility, as if something impossible was occurring right here and now.

On your knees, sighing, you started pressing tiny kisses along those sharp as knives cheekbones, "Yes.  I am crazy in love with you, Loki Odinson."

Loki had held you tightly before; in the night when terrific dreams haunted his sleep, in the night when he claimed your body for his own.  But this embrace, after telling the dark Prince the truth in your heart, had no equal.  

Still taller than you, even though you were both kneeling, Loki's right arm wove around your waist forcing your hips flush with his own.  His left supported your back, his hand cradling the nape of your neck, helping him kiss you soundly.  It was conquering.  

You were his.  Body and soul.  What's more?  He was yours.

Coming up for air, panting from the work of loving you, "My dove, my dearest one… I love you too."

Shucking your robe was easy and Loki savored the lavender soap scented skin he exposed.  If a spot of you wasn’t kissed, it was licked. If not licked, nipped.  If not nipped, it was caressed.  And Loki was very thorough. When you mewled, weak from forced pleasure, “Loki… please.  Make love to me.” he was eager to comply. “Look at me, darling girl.”  Puffing out your pleasure filled breath, skin dewy with perspiration, you met Loki’s eyes with your own.  Resting his hand over your heart, he lifted your own, letting you feel the pattern of his pulse.  “It beats for you and for you alone.” In the afterglow, laying in Loki’s arms, you stifled another giggle.  Groggy from exertion, Loki opened one eye, “What’s so funny?” “You never told me you play a musical instrument.” “You never asked.”

“Are you any good?”

“You’ll find out when you accompany me to Thor’s wedding.” --- With his heavy cello, Loki took a seat on the edge of the dance floor, taking just a moment to get settled.  A beautifully strange combination of concentration and relaxation mingled over the features you loved so dearly.  Fiddling with strings, taking a moment to tune the instrument, you admired his long, talented fingers as they took their place on the frets. The din of conversation was silenced when the first low note of Loki’s song echoed through the ballroom.  Everyone paused, entranced at the melody weaving its way through the throng of well wishers.  Many were surprised, but not you, not entirely. You knew how long Loki had been preparing for this moment.  It wasn’t all about making Thor’s day special, although, that was surely part of it.  No, he planned to seduce every single person with sound.  Giving all of the attendees a taste of what being loved by Loki was like, he hoped The Avengers would see that he was worthy of you in all ways. Mesmerized, the bow danced over the strings, each note perfectly played.  It wasn’t hard to picture those shapely digits dancing over your skin in the dark of night.  Sending a shiver up your back, you sipped at your champagne, unwilling to take your eyes off of Loki. “I didn’t know he was so talented.”  Bucky, stiff in his tuxedo, sidled up to you with Steve in tow. “Me either.  Look at those fingers fly!” “Guys… hush.”  Shooting a silencing glare their way, you let the music transport you, swaying just a bit at the soothing sound. Too soon, in your opinion, the last lingering note of Loki’s song filled the hall.  Rising swiftly, Loki bowed at the applause, then turned to the happy couple.  Thor hugged his brother close, while Loki kissed Jane’s hand with a gentlemanly air.  Conversations started again, quiet at first, then gaining strength as Loki strode across the room.  Snagging a glass of champagne from a passing tray, his eyes trained on you, Loki accepted accolades as he moved ever closer.  Another server took his empty glass as Loki finally made his way to you.

Scooping you up, Loki spun you slowly in a circle, your gown snapping behind you in an emerald wave of chiffon and lace.  “Loki!  Come on, put me down!” “As my lady commands”, when your mouth passed close enough to his own, Loki kissed you as if you had never kissed before.  You pushed your hands through his dark locks, a hand on each side of his face, “You were amazing, babe.  Just amazing!”

“You really think so?” “Absolutely!”  His arm settled on your waist, keeping you tight to his side, as you were handed another glass of bubbly.

Bucky, leaning against Steve, wore a look of wide eyed shock, “Um.  Loki… what the fuck are you doing?"

"Agent Barnes, do I really need to explain?"

Mouth dropping open, Bucky gaped, "He’s the guy?  Really?  You’re telling me Loki is the guy?” “She’s not telling us, Buck… she’s showing us.”

“But Stevie…?  Loki?  You?  You’re the guy who makes her happy?  The one who she’s been covering for?” Pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, just a touch guilty, “I am.  And, I’m madly in love with her.” “I’m happy Bucky.  Stevie… really.  Loki is… he’s my everything.  I love him, too.”  

As your secret was outed, the group formed a circle around you and Loki.  Questions were shouted, congratulations extolled, Loki was clapped on the back more than once.  Natasha gave you a wink and the "ok", which was really all the approval you needed. 

“So, who won the pool then?”, Clint couldn’t help asking. “Me… and Thor”, the bride stepped right up to Tony with her hand out ready to take the prize money. “No fair!  He’s your brother in law now.  He probably told you!”  Rhodey chimed in, unsatisfied with the final results. Defending her methods, Jane spun in her wedding dress, “No way!  I used my powers of scientific deduction.  I knew she was head over heels for Loki the night we announced our engagement.” Wondering, you looked at Jane, “You did?  How?  I mean, I didn't tell anyone.  We didn't tell anyone ” “You didn't have to!  You two wouldn’t look at each other.  Dead give away.”  Counting her cash, Jane smiled at you. “That may be true, but I promise you this, Odinson… break her heart and I’ll kill you.”  Bucky shook Loki’s hand good naturedly, if a little too long, stopping only when Steve pulled him away. Gazing down at you, adoration evident in his face, Loki husked, “Not to worry, Agent Barnes.  She has my heart you see... and I plan to be her guy as long as she’ll have me.”

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[chaotically-cas]

wait Cas sick fluff prompt for Stevepop?? has that been done?? i think that'd be adorable lmao <3 -Oliver anon

Omg omg omg omg yes yes I doing it ok ok ok let’s go in doing it in mini fic form

Even though Rock put all of us to shame lmao /hj /lh /pos

Warnings: Umm well this is a sick fic so that

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Steve could hear Soda coughing in the other room. He hates when Soda gets sick.

It hurts his heart seeing him in pain and he just wants to do everything he can to make him feel better.

So there he was in the kitchen trying to make his boyfriend soup.

“Hey Sodapop, how you feeling?” Steve asked carefully setting the hot soup down on a little stand Darry had set up next to the couch where Soda was laying.

Soda weakly smiled up at the sight of his boyfriend.

“Better now that you’re here.”

Steve chuckled and leaned over to place a small kiss on Soda’s chapped lips, but not before Soda jerked away.

Steve looked at him confused, and a tad hurt.

“I don’t want to get you sick Stevie. I wanna kiss you, I do, but I don’t want you to get this.”

This made Steve smile. He loved how much his boyfriend cared for him, even when he felt like crap.

“I don’t care Sodapop.”

Soda blushed slightly and reaches his hand up to stroke Steve’s face. His hands were cold and clammy but Steve didn’t care.

Steve leaned his face against Soda’s hand giving it a kiss.

“Eat your soup baby” he chuckled sitting down where Soda had made room for him.

Soda groaned and sprawled out over the couch, putting his head on Steve’s lap.

Steve ran his hand through Soda’s hair to sooth him.

“I love you” Steve smiled down as his beautifully pale boyfriend.

“I love you more Stevie” Soda squeaked with an evil grin.

Steve laughed and shook his head.

“Eat your soup dork.”

[what-is-your-plan-today]

CSI Rogers And Barnes: The Serious Cereal Serial Killer Episode17- At Last Pt.2

Co-written with @icanfeelastormbrewing​

Warnings: Bad Language words. SMUT (NSFW, NO UNDER 18s!)

Please read Part 1 first.

It was another hour later, and fast approaching half midnight when the party had thinned out. Steve was merry, he’d had a lot of bourbon, enough to do something almost unheard of for the Captain at a formal, do- he’d undone his tie completely leaving it hanging round his neck, as had Sam and Bucky, the latter having perked up post his crash. As the DJ called the last dance, and the opening bars to the Pogues, Fairytale Of New York rang out, Steve grinned and hopped up, knocking his chair over as he wobbled a little, before he grabbed his whiskey and headed to the dancefloor.

He dropped an arm round his girl and she grinned up at him, her own cheeks flushed as she swigged from a bottle of champagne. Bucky appeared at his other side and Steve tossed his other arm over his friend’s shoulder, slapping his back slightly.  The remaining guests all formed a circle, belting the song out, Thor was so drunk he was repeating lines but no one cared, except for Scott Lang that is.

“You’re repeating yourself, you’re repeating yourself.” Scott said, and Thor simply placed a hand on his head and pushed, sending him sprawling across the floor.

“That is dangerous.” Scott looked up at him, as Bucky helped him up. Scott turned to Tony, pointing at Thor “Dangerous, you hear me?”

“Thank’s for the pep talk, piss ant.” Tony said.

Steve snorted and then glanced over to where Natasha was draped all over Bruce, the scientist grinning as he bent to say something in her ear. She let out a laugh and nodded, and then the pair of them slunk off, Natasha pulling him behind her. He stumbled a little, grabbing his jacket from the back of a chair, and they disappeared through the doors.

“Poor Bruce.” Bucky said and Steve laughed.

“She’ll eat him for breakfast.” The Captain observed.

“Yeah, and he’ll love every fuckin’ second of it!” Bucky replied.

As the song wound up for the final bars, Steve pulled Katie towards him a little, kissing her forehead. The group belted out the last line, everyone applauding and cheering as the lights in the room started to come back on.

And that was it, Tony’s wedding was at an end.

The few that were staying the night stood round a table, finishing off the last drinks that Tony had bought just before the bar shut and Steve looked up to see Fury striding towards them. He shook all of their hands, hugging Katie before he glanced around

“Well, here you are, a group of remarkable people. I’m leaving. If anyone asks for me tell them they can find me…actually, never mind. Don’t tell them shit.”

Katie watched him leaving. “Is he drunk?” she asked, slurring slightly.

Steve shrugged, he didn’t know, and didn’t care. He now had only one thing on his mind…getting his girl back up to their room.

After an emotional goodbye to Tony, Katie, Steve and Bucky head for the elevator, Katie kicking off her shoes with a groan and Steve bent down to pick them up for her.

“Want me to cuff ‘em again doll?”

Katie grinned at him as Bucky pressed the button to call the elevator. “No, but you can cuff me if you want.”

Steve smirked, before he gave a little sigh. “I didn’t bring ‘em”

Bucky groaned loudly as the door opened to the elevator and the 3 of them stepped in

“You suck.” Katie looked at Steve.

“I was kinda hoping that’s what you were gonna do.” Steve grinned and Katie sniggered. Bucky groaned even louder and Katie spun to look at him, before she frowned “Where’s Sam?”

“The fuck if I know…” Bucky said, wobbling a little as he slumped against the Elevator wall. “Imma call him.”

The elevator stopped at their floor and they stepped out. Katie stumbled a little, giggling, and Steve caught her, laughing even harder at her face as she just could stop her snorting. Bucky was behind a little, swaying as he talked to Sam on the phone.

“This is us Doll.” Steve stopped outside their room, Katie in front of him, and he dropped a kiss to her neck as he went to open the door, reaching round her with the key card. After about 4 attempts he managed to get it into the little reader, before he pulled the handle down and pushed the door open.

“Where the fuck are you Sam?” Bucky was now leaning against the wall, talking angrily into his phone. Steve went to push Katie in the room but she stopped him.

“Wait, I need to record this for pos…pos…”

“Posterity?” Steve offered and she nodded.

“Yes, that…” she reached for her phone and moved it, the camera focussing on Bucky.

“No, we are on the 4th floor. Same as we were last night, not the 41st…that…it’s not even remotely the same!” Bucky gestured with his arms.

Steve sniggered and then noticed Katie had the phone trained on him. He jerked his head at Bucky “He’s an officer of the law Doll, as am I…just trying to get people to trust us…”

Katie giggled and continued to film Steve who started trying to stop her, reaching out to grab the phone laughing, his undone tie swinging around his neck. There was a lot more giggling, a few shrieks which stopped instantly as the elevator doors opened and Sam fell out.

“41st…seriously?” Bucky asked.

“Shut up man. “Sam slurred “Iss not like they put the numbers on the outside!”

At that point they all pointed to the sign beside the elevator door.

“Now, are you two good coz we’re…” Steve nodded to their room.

“Yeah yeah, don’t bang on the walls there are kids sleeping…” Sam pointed at Bucky, but before Steve could make some smart quip back Katie cut in.

“Ok enough now…” she yanked on Steve’s shirt pulling him into the room as she backed away smirking, her eyes locked on his, sparkling with mischief. Steve grinned as he let her drag him through the door, kicking it shut behind him.

“Someone’s impatient…” Steve smirked as he stopped in front of her, her shoes falling to the floor as his hands settled on her hips.

“Shut up…” she muttered, her hands sliding up round his neck and she pulled his face down to hers, kissing him deeply. They backed towards the bed, Steve kicking off his shoes as Katie yanked Steve’s dress shirt untucked from his pants before she started working at the buttons. In almost record time she had it open, shoving it down his arms as her lips worked against his, hungrily. Her hand then flew to his belt and she pulled that free, popping the button on his trousers as his hands gently reached to the side of her dress for the zip. He slid it down before she ducked her head slightly, allowing him to pull it over her head.

“Wait, wait…” she mumbled into his kiss and Steve groaned as he stopped, pulling back to look at her as she stood in nothing but a black lace thong. “My hair…”

“I’ve waited all fucking day…fuck your hair.”

“Just, it’s uncomfortable…” she mumbled again, her hands reaching up to start pulling the clips from the do. In a few seconds she’d worked it loose and Steve reached up, his fingers tangling in her curled locks and she gave a moan as the tips massaged gently at her scalp. “God that’s good…”

Steve licked his lips as he watched her bliss out for a second, before he decided he’d had enough. His hands slid down her back again as his mouth gently kissed her neck, focussing on that spot he knew drove her wild. She gave a soft sigh, which turned into a yelp and a giggle as Steve hooked his hands under her thighs and tipped them both onto the bed. Hovering over her a little, he took the time to simply look at her. Her cheeks were pink from the alcohol and dancing all night, her hair was in wild curls from being pinned up all day as it splayed over the bed covers and as he stared into her eyes, she reached up, her hand gently running through his hair.

“What’s the matter?” she asked softly.

“Hang on…” He smirked, his face dropping to hers giving her a deep kiss before he stood up off the bed, stripping off his trousers before he bent down for his tie. He turned to Katie, who was propped up on her elbows, watching him/ “I might not have any cuffs but…”

Katie bit her lip as he straddled her, his thighs either side of her hips as he wound the tie around her wrists, fastening it in place using the bottom slat of the fancy headboard, thanking God he had a suite with a posh bed. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her mouth again, before he moved his affections slowly down her jaw, to the hollow of her throat, sucking and biting gently before his mouth skated through her cleavage. Katie let out a loud moan and he smiled against her skin as he slid his arm underneath her and tugged her up slightly. His head bent to take a nipple into his mouth, flicking with his tongue, teasing it to a hard peak, listening to her soft gasps. He used both his hands and his mouth in a nearly coordinated attack that left her all but dying, her arms straining slightly where they were held above her head. She was completely desperate for his touch elsewhere, he could tell as he could read her body signals like a book. Happy to oblige, one of his hands slid down, dipping into her panties, finding her hot and wet for him. He groaned into her chest his fingers playing with her “Baby you’re soaked.”

She managed to moan in response, and then Steve was up in a flash, shedding his boxers as fast as he could before he crouched down on the bed, sliding Katie’s thong down her legs. Once there was no barrier between them he kissed her hard, Katie shifting so that her legs went around his waist, pulling him flush against her. Steve repositioned himself slightly, gently working into her, the pair of them letting out a satisfied sigh and he stilled a little, savouring the feeling he’d been desperate to feel all damned day. He began to thrust, slowly, deeply, running his hand down Katie’s leg until his hand stopped at her knee. Katie looked at him as he directed her leg up, casually resting it over his shoulder so that he could go even deeper, letting out a loud cry.

“Fuck, Stevie…”  Her arms pulled against the tie, but she was unable to move, and he gave a little smirk as he starting pushing a little harder, a little faster, then faster still, until he had reached an almost relentless pace, both his hands gripping the top of the headboard for traction as he continued, making her curse and leaving her short of breath, eyes closed in utter pleasure.

He slowed for a moment, making her look at him, letting out a noise of protest. “Don’t stop…” she begged, “Please Stevie…”

He grinned, and it was a wicked grin as he slowly moved to put her other leg over his shoulder too. He picked up the pace once again, pounding into her over and over and it wasn’t long before his name and another plethora of curses tumbled from her lips as her orgasm ripped through her, and he felt her tightening and squeezing around him. He coaxed her through her release before dropping her legs from his shoulders, laying atop her and chasing after his own end furiously.

He nipped at her neck again, and he felt her lips brush his ear as his stomach started to tighten. “Come for me Captain…” she whispered, and fuck, hearing her say that was enough. He gave a hiss, followed by a low, growl as his rhythm stuttered, slowing and deepening as he came with a fucking surge like nothing he’d felt before, a frantic gasp of her name slipping from his lips before he collapsed forward, the room spinning around him.

The pair of them were slick with sweat and absolutely spent as they laid still, no sounds coming bar the ragged gasps for air from them both. Steve buried his head in the crook of his girl’s neck, his forehead still clammy and he let out a loud hmmm of contentment.

A moment or so later, Katie broke the silence.

“Baby…” she said softly.

His response was simply another hmmm because he was still utterly blissed out.

“Steve, my arms…” “Oh, shit, sorry…” he sighed, and with a movement that took a ridiculous amount of effort he reached up and deftly undid the garment, tossing it off the bed. He took her wrists in his hands, gently massaging them with his fingers and thumbs.

“I love you Steve Rogers.” She looked up at him, her eyes bright and he pressed his lips to hers as he gave her a deep, slow kiss

“I love you too sweetheart, more than you could ever know.”

She smiled at him, brushing her hand through his hair and down his neck, her nails gently tickling at the skin at the nape and he gave a soft sigh, his eyes closing at her touch. Eventually, before he started to fall asleep he unsheathed himself from her and rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. She tossed one leg over his as he held her close, his hand softly skimming up and down her spine as she gave a soft hum, and before long the excitement of the day and exertion of the night pulled them both into a deep, satisfied sleep.

*****

The next morning there were various members of the wedding party at reception trying to retrieve lost property. Tony had misplaced his phone, Sam was missing his wallet and Pepper had lost a shoe somehow, all of which had been found by staff and safely stored, along with Steve’s suit jacket and waistcoat, much to his relief. He didn’t fancy paying the Suit Hire Company whatever ludicrous amount he would have had to have done for losing 2 of the 3 pieces of the designer item. Once it was safely back in its carrier and deposited back at reception for collection later that day, they headed to breakfast. Bucky made a comment about the noise coming from Katie and Steve’s hotel room last night, several times actually as they’d gone a few more rounds during the night. First when Katie had woken up and then kissed Steve awake, a wicked glint in her eyes he was powerless to refuse and the second when he’d gotten up to go to the bathroom and taken his revenge for her earlier little demands so to speak.

“Seriously, it was ridiculous.” Bucky looked at the pair of them “I thought the damned bed was coming through the wall at one point.” “Oh suck it up Barnes.” Katie rolled her eyes “Didn’t you and Wilson have wild sex last night or what?”

“No, actually, we both fell asleep…didn’t even get chance to upload any photos of the day to Social Media.”

Katie blinked as Bucky returned to attacking his pancakes, before she reached into her pocket for her phone.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked.

“Checking Buck’s insta…” she said. Steve watched as she flicked across the screen “Lying bastard.”

Steve frowned “Why are you-“

“He says they fell asleep but...” Katie turned her phone so Steve could see it. “He posted a selfie last night, or this morning of them both.” “That could have been taken any time.

“Nope, look. There’s a panel on the wall behind him there that I’m 100% positive is their hotel room, it’s the same as in ours.”

“Ok, that’s…” Steve shook his head. “You weirdo.”

Katie grinned “The proof is in the details Stevie, you know this.”

“And you’re all about the detail Doll…”

“Hey, I had my finger right on the dot when I called it about him and Sam in the first place, you were the one that missed it.” She looked at him.

“Well…” Steve dropped his head so his mouth was by his ear, so only she could hear him. “its a good job my fingering is accurate in other departments then isn’t it?”

Katie grinned as Steve dropped a kiss to her lips before they both got on with their breakfast. It wasn’t long before Sarah joined them, groaning about her head spinning. Steve, being in a very relaxed mood, was quick to tease his mom about her behaviour and the amount she had drunk, not to mention her consumption of some rather ‘special’ sweets.

It was a perfect way to end off the wedding celebrations, and little over an hour later everyone was gathered outside bidding goodbye to Pepper and Tony as they set off for their Honeymoon in Malibu. Katie hugged her brother tight, then her sister-in-law, before the guests who had stayed at the hotel waved them off.

Steve then carried his Ma’s bags down from her room to Bucky’s car, before she hugged Katie and then turned to him.

“Have a wonderful afternoon and evening.” She said, giving him a significant look and he felt a sudden nervousness which tightened his chest as he thought about his plans “You’ve nothing to worry about son, you’ll see.” He gave her a smile “I hope so Ma.” “Hey, have I ever been wrong about anything before?” “Erm, a few times.” He nodded and she scoffed, before she shook her head.

“Not about Star though, huh.” “No, ok, I’ll give you that one.” He rolled his eyes and she smiled climbing into the back of Buck’s ford.

Bucky grinned at Steve, and started acting out the dance to Single Ladies, waving his left hand at Steve who flipped him off, before turning hastily round to check where Katie was, but she was too engrossed in a conversation with Sam to notice.

“I hate you.” Steve deadpanned at Bucky who let out a roar of laughter. Once everyone was gone, Steve and Katie wrapped up in coats, scarves and boots, Katie jamming a sparkly pink woolly hat on over her hair that matched her scarf because “Its winter, Captain…” and they headed out into the chilly December air to take in the festivities going on in Manhattan. They visited a few Christmas Stalls, drank a lot of mulled wine and cider, had lunch and a few cocktails in a little bar not far from Times Square and generally just had a great afternoon relaxing and simply enjoying each other’s company. Every so often Steve would drop a kiss to one of Katie’s cheeks which were pink from the cold and watch that adorable smile cross her face every time he did so.

As the emerged from the pop up bar that had been set up not far from their Hotel, Steve took Katie’s hand in his and they walked down the sidewalk. When they rached the entrance to the Plaza Katie made as if to turn into the door, but Steve kept walking pulling her with him.

She stayed silent for a bit, looking at him but he kept his face straight and focussed forward. Eventually, she sussed out where he was taking her and spoke.

“Steve, are we going to the park? It’s getting dark babe.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.” He glanced at her and she chuckled in response.

“I know you will Captain, but you remember I’m a cop too, right?” “Like I could forget.”

“Ok, so why are we going to the park?”  she pressed again “I thought we were going back to the hotel for an early night and room service?”

“We are, in a little while.” He assured her “But I thought you might like a walk through the park first. Plenty more stalls to find, and I don’t think we’ve been since we took that selfie that the Squirrel bombed. Plus, I know you like the trees lit up and the snow.” She looked up at him, beaming “You’re disgustingly perfect, you know that?” “I try Doll.” Steve smiled as they stopped at the crossing, waiting until they could cross.

“I love that.” She turned to face in and Steve looked at her.

“Love what?”

“When you call me Doll.” “I’ve always called you Doll.” He said as they started to walk across the road.

“Yeah but I’ve never told you I love it.” She shrugged.

“Well it’s good to know.” He smiled as they entered the park.

They walked for a little while, taking in the decorations and lights until eventually, not far from the Imagine memorial, they stumbled across a group of carol singers. They stopped for a while, listening to them belt out a few carols, Katie leaning back into Steve as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, dropping a kiss to her neck making her shiver and cringe a little at his cold nose. He gave a chuckle, his arms preventing her from moving away as they stood watching the show.

As a woman approached where they were with a charity collection bucket, Steve reached into his pocket for his wallet, his fingers brushing the small box inside before he retrieved what he had been digging for and pulled out a ten. He dropped it into the bucket, and she wished them both Merry Christmas which they returned and Steve dropped his head to speak into Katie’s ear.

“Shall we go see if we can find our Squirrel?” “It’s the middle of winter.” Katie looked at him. “He’ll be hibernating.” Steve wrinkled his nose “You never know. It’s Christmas in New York. Anything could happen.”

She pondered for a moment and then shrugged “Suppose so. Ok, let’s go see if we can find Nutkin.” “Nutkin?” Steve frowned.

“Yeah.” Katie looked at him “Did your Mom never read Beatrix Potter to you?”

“Nope. Can’t say she did.” He shrugged “My favourite was always Wizard of Oz.” “Well, in that case let’s follow the yellow brick road Captain” she grinned and Steve let out a loud chuckle “See if Nutkin is over the rainbow.”

“Not so much yellow brick as snowy asphalt but I like the sentiment sweetheart.”

Katie laughed as they set off away from the singers, down the path towards the spot they were talking about and Steve smiled as the snow gently started to fall. Katie tipped her head up, sticking her tongue out to catch the odd flake and he laughed at her, she really was the biggest child when it came to stuff like this and he freaking loved it because it brought out the inner kid in him too.

As they neared the spot they were aiming for, his stomach suddenly started doing flips, his spare hand curling around the box in his pocket, his mouth feeling dry, as if he was about to embark on the biggest case of his life, and in a way he was. As the path led them to the benches he’d aimed for, lit up by one of the cast iron lanterns they stopped and Katie looked around, before she turned to him, raising an eyebrow.

“See, no Nutkin.”

“No?” Steve asked, “Then what’s that?” he pointed over her shoulder. She spun round and he took his chance, whipping the box out of his pocket and getting down on one knee.

“What are you talking about? There’s nothing there!” She spun back round to face him “You’re such a…” she trailed off, her eyes widening as she took in the fact he was down on one knee, the box held out in front of him, open, displaying his mom’s ring which was twinkling like a star in the light of the lantern.

“Steve…” her hand flew to her mouth “What…” “When I told you last night that I was never gonna leave you again I meant it.” He cut her off, his eyes locking onto hers as he swallowed down his nerves. “I know we haven’t been together long really but, well the past 10 years have gotta count for somethin’ huh?”

She spluttered a laugh, her eyes shining, hand still clamped over her mouth where it was joined by the other one.

“Katie, I know I’ll never love anyone like I love you. It’s always been you, even when I was too dumb to see it for myself. I love you so much sweetheart. Will you marry me?”

She blinked, tears filling her eyes and she gave the smallest of nods, so small in fact Steve couldn’t quite believe she’d done it. He held his breath as he watched her, waiting for what felt like a century until her hands dropped from her mouth to just below her neck, fingers tangling in her scarf and she nodded again, a huge grin spreading across her face.

“Yes, yes of course I will.” “Really?” Steve blurted out and she nodded again.

“Yes, really.”

He rose to his feet, giving a little splutter of a laugh as he gently stepped towards her, reaching for her left hand which was trembling as he held it in his, slipping his Ma’s ring onto her finger. It fit pretty well, and he gave a sigh of relief to see it finally in the place it was meant to be.

She glanced down at it, her eyes widening before she looked up at him, those green pools shining with tears. “I know this might be hard to believe given my, rather colourful love life shall we say, but it’s always been you too Steve.”

“Well, let’s just say I can see a part of me in them all.” He grinned as she glanced at her hand once more, flexing her fingers to examine her newest piece of jewellery. “Do you really like it?” he blurted out, suddenly doubting himself. “I mean, if you don’t I can get you a new one…” “A new one?” she frowned.

“Yeah, that’s my Ma’s. Well, it was.” he said softly and her eyes flew up to his, a tear trickling down her cheek. “It’s yours now.” “Really?” she asked, her voice a whisper. He nodded and she looked down at it again, before she looked back at him. “That makes it even more special. Don’t you dare think about it Steven Grant Rogers. I love it. It’s beautiful”

He smiled back at her, as they both glanced down at the ring that had just sealed them together for a lifetime as it sat on her hand, peeking out of the sleeve of her grey woollen jumper which was poking out from underneath her quilted jacket.

“Steve…” “Yeah?” his eyes moved from her hand to her face and she smiled.

“Are you gonna kiss your fiancé for the first time or not?” she asked, looking up at him with hooded eyes.

“Come ‘ere and find out…” he grinned, reaching for her hips as he pulled her flush to him. His hands slipped upwards, cupping her face as he tilted his down, his lips meeting hers in a slow, deep passionate kiss that left them both slightly breathless. Their foreheads pressed together, and he slid his nose against hers, smiling furiously. He felt like he could positively burst with happiness as he looked into his girl, no, his fiancé’s eyes.

“You know, we are in our selfie spot…” she said, pulling away slightly and he looked at her “Be a shame not to take one, don’t you think, send it to a few people…”

“You’re right, it would be…” he grinned reaching for his phone. He moved so that he was behind her, holding his phone out to position it right and then he leaned down to peck her cheek, his eyes fluttering shut. When he opened them he smiled at her, catching her lips again gently before he looked at his phone. He gave a snort, his arm curling round Katie’s shoulders as he studied the photo. Katie had opened her mouth in a huge exited expression, waving her left hand up in the air, turned so her ring was flashing at the camera. It was a beautiful shot, the background of the snowy trees shone white around them, a few snowflakes speckled on both their dark clothing.

“Can I send this to Ma?” Steve asked, and she grinned, eagerly” “Yeah, and Tony…oh, and Bucky too” Katie said, watching as Steve nodded, selecting the people. He paused for a second, wondering what caption to send with it before he gave a little chuckle as he thought of the perfect one.

Thank you Jerk…

“I liked it so I put a ring on it…” Katie snorted as she read the text and he shrugged, pressing send. No sooner had he shoved it back in his pocket, it started ringing.

“Leave it…” Katie said gently as she turned to him, her hands sliding up the front of his jacket, his own locking at the base of her back. “Let’s enjoy it for a little while longer, just the two of us.”

He smiled as his lips brushed hers, giving her a soft gentle kiss. He pulled back, the stupid grin still plastered on his face and she gave a giggle, her nose brushing his.

“I love you.” She said gently, “Always.”

“To the end of the line Doll.” He smiled back, his lips pressing back to hers as he lifted her gently off her feet drawing a giggle from her mouth, a sound he would never, ever get tired of hearing. His hands gently gripped under her thighs, easily supporting her weight as her legs dangled behind him. She wrapped one arm round his shoulders and neck, the other cupped his face as she leaned down to give him a searing kiss. And as they stood in the middle of Central Park completely lost in one another with the snow drifting down around them, 3 days before Christmas, Steve Rogers knew right then that they might have gone the long way round but him and his star had made it in the end. And he no longer felt like a man out of place or time. In fact, quite the opposite.

He was exactly where he was supposed to be.

[nicoalkaysani]

Tagged by: @socvrates, the most bae of all baes

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you want to know better.

1. Name/Nicknames: popi, flor or sol and a lot of variations upon popi: maría popencia, pipis, po, poppys, popita. dad calls me floripondia

2. Gender: female

3. Star Sign: leo

4. Height: 4′10, i think

5. Time: 18,20 or sometime around then

6. Birthday: aug 14th

7. Favourite Band:  rn it’s nothing but thieves, but i love little mix, the arctic monkeys, almendra, led zeppelin, miranda!, jethro tull....

8. Favourite Solo Artist: louis tomlinson, marina, i’m drawing a blank but i do love lots of solo artists

9. Song Stuck in My Head: a pesar de voce by chico buarque

10. Last Movie: i guess solo counts? we started it last night bc my bf wanted to watch it and i got bored 15 mins in and dragged him to bed

11. Last Show: my big sister and i started watching blood of zeus, and while els is right that the inaccuracy is hilarious, i think the funniest thing about it is the nipple question. that’s it, that’s the answer.

12. When I Created This Blog: june 2009

13. What I Post: i’m multifandom and i post generally about whatever what i’m fixating on. right now that means the old guard, the mandalorian (soon it will be tcw bc i’m making my bf watch it with me) and whatever i find deep in my likes

14. Last Thing I Googled: ataque de ansiedad vs ataque de pánico (and no, i didn’t get a fucking answer, if someone can find me one i’d be v thankful bc i sort of know, but i want to confirm)

15. Other Blogs: yeah i have a 1D sideblog @tovarischlouis

16. Do I get asks? nope, not even when i have Opinions, which is weird in tumblr but  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

17. Why I Chose My URL: because Nicolò al-Kaysani would totally have taken his husband’s last name, no i don’t take criticism, that’s his name now.

18. Following: 40

19. Followers: 518

20. Average Hours of Sleep: blissfully about 6 rn. used to be 0-2 hours last week so that's an improvement

21. Lucky Number: 1 or 3, i guess

22. Instruments: do i look like i have enough braincells for instruments?

23. What I Am Wearing: a bikini ish top and knickers bc it’s too fucking hot to be alive

24. Dream Job:  tbh i don’t really know. maybe as an editor? or librarian i guess

25. Dream Trip: Edinburgh (tho i’d love to live there as well). and the Patagonia. and Ushuaia, land of no mosquitoes and breath taking sights. I’ll be sappy and say Ontario

26. Favourite Food: i can’t choose ;-; but i’ll say i would die for a choripán or a vacío sandwich (vacío being an asado cut, not literally an empty sandwich)

27. Nationality: argentinian, if it didn’t become immediately evident by the last answer

28. Favourite Song: i think right now it’s either the mando theme song or edge of seventeen by stevie nicks (thanks els again for making me listen to it)

29. Last Book I Read: i’m still reading faceless killers by henning mankell and i’m trying to read the first pjo book. again. also re reading murder on the orient express for fic reasons

30. Top 3 fictional universes I would love to live in:  middle earth, sw in the old republic era and harry potter. but as a person who wouldn’t be a protagonist pls i’d be a terrible protagonist lbr

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[buckys-forgotten-plum]

I prefer Bucky, Doll ||3||

Read Part 2 Here

Prompt:  James Buchanan Barnes has been coming to your weekend market table for a while now and finally has something to ask.

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Steven Rogers being an idiot, Y/n also being and idiot, a very sad and very soft James Barnes. 

wowzers a part three. At this rate I might have to actually become a regular writer and not be a lazy pos. 

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“James you look so handsome in your uniform,” you compliment happily to the man standing in front of you.

James had just arrived to take you and Steve to his send off. It was a sad day but you still made sure to wear your prettiest dress and bake a dozen of your famous snicker doodle cookies for him. 

“Thanks doll, you look lovely as usual.” Bucky blushes and looks down at the small bouquet of flowers clutched in his hands. He was a bit embarrassed about his gift choice. why would I get flowers for a girl who sells them for a living. 

“Are you giving those to Stevie?” you joke and motion towards the pretty bundle of flowers that Bucky seemed to be holding on to for dear life. You couldn’t be too mad though, your grip on that poor bag of cookies was just as tight. 

Bucky let out a quiet laugh, handing over the flowers with a sheepish grin, “Sorry doll, can’t say I ain’t nervous or anything,” 

A soft breath of air leaves your lips, “I know, James. It’s going to feel a bit... Lonely, here. Especially at work,” You finish the sentiment with a tight smile. 

James doesn’t respond, only smiles back and takes your hand in his. 

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The send off was filled with tears and mothers yelling for their sons safe return. You don’t remember if Steve cried, too busy focusing on your own tears that clouded your vision. You remember Bucky’s mother holding onto him for almost up until he boarded the giant, dark grey ship. You remembered Becca sobbing loudly next to Steve. You remember the way, after his mother letting him go, how he held you. It was tight and all consuming around your smaller frame, his right hand tangled deep into your hair as his left arm wrapped around your waist and his hand was latched to your hip. You remembered how he breathed deeply, shushed you quietly as your violent tears soaked the shoulder of his forest green jacket.

“Don’t cry sweetheart, I promise everything will be fine,” Bucky mumbles into your hair. 

“You can’t promise that James. That’s not fair,” Your voice is scratchy as you cry out a reply. 

“You’re right, honey. But please promise me something? Promise that you’ll look after Steve for me, yeah?” He pulls away just a bit to stare down at your surely makeup stained face. 

“W-What?” your brows furrow, face tilting into the warmth of the soldiers hand. 

“It’s just... Steve’s always had me there, during his father, after his mother. I need you to make sure he stays out of trouble... Keep em’ safe for me alright? He’s kinda stupid,” The smile that adorned James’ face was beautiful as he spoke to you. 

You’d miss it immensely.

“Okay, yes-yes I promise.” You nod your head in agreement, pushing your cheek into his hand even more. 

A sharp intake of breath made its way to your lungs as you see a few tears run down Bucky’s face. You quickly wipe them away, leaving your hands to rest gently on each side of his face. 

“See you soon. Right doll?” His smile spoke volumes as he stared down at you. 

“Of course, Bucky. I’ll see you soon,” You answer, voice shaky and weak. 

With a small, lingering kiss to you forehead and one to each cheek, Bucky lets you go and steps back. With one final wave, he turns to the ship and begins to make the small journey to board. You feel the other three onlookers step beside you and gaze upon the heavy sea of green flowing onto the main deck. 

“Lord, please get my boy home safely. I beg of you,” Ms. Barnes words cut into your heart with a deep pity and you grab onto the sleeve of Steve’s shirt for stability. 

Your small group stands there, watching the process of everyone board as family after family says goodbye to their sons, fathers, brothers, husbands... 

At some point in time, you couldn’t remember when, James’ family went home, while you and Steve stayed at the docks until the sun had begun to set. You had stopped crying after you had run out of tears to shed, Steve being there to comfort you the whole time. He told you empty promises of James’ safe return in a couple months but you couldn’t believe him, you weren’t blinded to the fatalities and ugliness of war, for God’s sake your mother had been a nurse in the first World War, she had returned with an abundance of scars and lack of hearing, Your father wasn’t fortunate to be able to come home...

“You wanna get out of here kid?” Steve’s voice had broken you out of your seemingly endless train of thoughts as he quietly asked the question.

“I’m not too sure yet Stevie... You can go on home if you need, I know you get sick real easy and it’s gonna start gettin’ cold soon,” your voice was hoarse and painful as it ground its way from your lips. 

“Y/n, you know I would never leave you out here alone! Come on, let’s get some food in ya,” Steve stood up and held his hand out for you to take. 

You hesitated for a moment before allowing his hand to grab yours and stand up. 

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Steve ended up taking you to the same diner that Bucky had taken you to on your first (and sadly last) date. It was warm and quiet inside, the newest big band record playing from the jukebox filled the air quietly, creating a comforting environment that soothed your aching heart just the slightest bit. 

“You want some pancakes, Doll?” Steve asked, a small teasing smile gracing his lips. 

You pull a sad smile on to your face and shake your head, “Just a malt is fine Stevie, thank you,” 

“Comin’ right up,” he assured, lightly knocking on the table you had chosen for your visit before heading up to the counter to get the waitress’s attention. 

As you waited, your fingers messed with the hem of your dress, tugging at the soft material and running your fingers over the few wrinkles that had managed to set themselves into it. It wasn’t long until Steve had returned with too delicious malts in his hands. You both drank the majority of them in a comfortable silence, enjoying the warm atmosphere and  each others company. 

“He’ll be alright, I know he will,” Steve mumbles, his eyes gazing up at you and just for a second, it seemed as though Steve was trying to convince himself more than you. 

You reached across the table and placed your hand upon Steve’s, “You’re right, he will,” You tried to put as much confidence in your voice as you could muster, hoping it would be enough to calm you friend. 

“Are you ready to go?” 

You nodded in agreement, Steve wasting no time in standing up and offering you his hand like the gentlemen he was. “Thank you Stevie,” 

“No problem doll,” he smiles gently, removing his hand from yours and placing it lighting on your back.

The walk back to your apartment, you assumed, would have been uneventful, until Steve had seen a recruitment center, making his feet stutter in their movements. 

“Y/n your apartment is just down the block right?” he asked absentmindedly. 

A sigh escaped your lips before you could even think about responding, “Steven don’t-” 

“It’s fine, I’ll only be minute if you don’t feel comfortable walking the rest of the way,” Steve mumbled and began walking towards the entrance like he was in some sort of trance.

“Steven Rogers you will not sign up again. You’ve done it so many times your bound to get caught, you’ve never passed one before-” “Y/n my best friend just left on a boat to go save countless lives, I owe him this,” 

You hurriedly followed Steven into the mess of canopy and folding chairs, refusing to back down.

“You owe yourself your life Steve. This is ridiculous, there are so many other ways you can help,” Your hand reached out and gripped onto his arm, turning him towards you and staring into his eyes.

“What? Collecting scrap metal like little Timmy?” “Steve-” “ Working in a factory? Y/n men are laying down their lives. I got no right to do any less than them, that’s what you don’t get. It isn’t about me,”

Your brows scrunched in frustration, “right, cause you got nothing to prove? At all?” 

Steve’s jaw clenched as he glanced away from you, “You can’t stop me from doing this, Y/n. I’m sorry, you just can’t,” 

You let out another begrudged sigh and refrained from slapping the man in front of you, “Fine. I’m coming with you then,” 

“What? No you’re not, the war is no place for a girl like you,” You blanched at his words. 

“A girl like me? Steve I grew up with three brothers, I have two master's degrees, and I have more than enough knowledge on what goes on in war due to what my parents went through before I was born, so excuse me but you have your views completely backwards. Now, let’s get this done and over with so I can go home because today has been complete hogwash,” You huff, grabbing Steves wrist and dragging the frozen man over to the check-in. 

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Steve was now sitting on an exam table, shoes pushed off into the corner and sleeves rolled up. You sat in another corner, ankles neatly crossed and hands folded stiffly in your lap. A young doctor stood at the small counter set up, quietly going over the documents in hand. You had no doubt they would reject Steve, just like the other five recruitment offices. Steve had the longest list of illnesses and disabilities you had ever seen, when he had first introduced himself to you it was after he had suffered an asthma attack while walking around the market with Bucky. 

Everything seemed fine until a pretty nurse walked into the room, quietly whispering into the doctors ear and leaving with him in a hurry. You could see Steve stiffen from where you sat as he quickly looked over his shoulder, his eyes roaming to the sign above your head, stating that it was illegal to lie on your form. 

“Steve,” you bit quietly in warning, your ankles uncrossing and getting ready to dash out. 

“Yup, got it, leavin’, you were right,” he agreed immediately and jumped to put his shoes on. 

“You’re damn right I was,” you mutter under your breath, too stressed to remain ladylike. 

Another man enters the room and you both freeze from your escape, two sets of wide, cautious eyes stare at the intruder as he casually walks over to the counter.  “So... You want to go overseas, kill some Nazis,” the accent made the both of you perk up a bit as you stared in awe at the doctor in front of you. 

“Excuse me?” Steve asked, slightly taken aback. 

“Dr. Abraham Erskine, I represent the Strategic Scientific Reserve,” the man walks over to you, offering his hand for you to take, which you quickly do, shaking it firmly and quietly saying you name before the doctor moves back to Steve. 

“Steve Rogers,” the man introduces, stiffly taking the others hand. 

Doctor Erskine turns away and begins to shuffle through his stack of papers once more, “Where you from?” Steve asks suddenly. 

“Steven,” you gasp at his rude intrusion and the meaning behind it. 

“It’s alright miss, I live in Queens, but if it’s that important to you, I originate from Germany, this bothers you?” Erskine’s response is calm as he turns to Steve, giving a pointed look at the other man. 

Steve shakes his head quickly, “no,”

There’s a beat of silence before the doctor responds, “Where are you from, Mr. Rogers? Mmm? Is it New Haven? Or Paramus? Five exams in five different cities,” 

He had been figured out, a sigh escaped your lips and you clapped your hand to your forehead in a mixture of defeat and frustration. 

“That might be the wrong file-” “forget about the exams, I do not care about the exams... Five different tries, now that is something I am interested in. Do you want to kill Nazis?” the doctor asked, eyes locked onto Steve's. 

“Is this a test?”

 “Yes;” 

“I don’t want to kill anybody, I just...Don’t like bullies,” Steve answered, his voice quiet but firm. 

“There are many big men fighting this war, have been for a long time, maybe now what we need,” the doctor paused for a moment, glancing in your direction, then back to Steve, “maybe we need a little guy,” 

Your eyes shot up in shock, “You’re taking him?” 

“I can give him a chance,” the doctor answered. 

“I’ll take it,” Steve agreed quickly, hopping to his feet. 

Doctor Erskine turns to you, “Miss Y/L/N, you seem... Upset,” 

“I made a promise to someone I care deeply for that I would keep Steve from doing anything stupid,” you let out a dry laugh, standing up and looking to the man who had sealed Steve’s fate. 

“So that means it would likely be best you accompany him, yes?” 

“What?” Both yours and Steve voice ask in shock, glancing at each other then back to the seemingly crazy doctor. 

“It doesn’t take much to look up a last name in these files and see if any family has served before, Miss Y/L/N. Your parents are highly decorated service members, I can only hope you have inherited their gifts?” 

You smile proudly and look Doctor Erskine in the eyes, “Fully graduated with a Masters in molecular biochemistry and another in Bioengineering sir,” 

“Your parents must be very proud, you have a chance to build upon that pride. I have a place for you on my team,” 

“A-Are you serious? Would I be staying alongside Steve?” Your voice shook as you tried to understand your situation. 

“Assuming that he doesn’t waste his single chance, that is correct. So, are you truly willing to keep your promise to that person? Will you be joining us?” Both men stared back at you expectantly as your mind reeled to catch up with what was happening. 

It only took a moment to figure out your only option. 

“When are we leaving?” You ask, finality in your voice and a new feeling beginning to bloom in your chest. 

[athenamoreau-blog]

𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓𝖆 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖚, 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝖘𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓, 𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖚𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖇𝖕𝖉

❝ -- But listen carefully to the sound  Of your loneliness like a heartbeat drives you mad In the stillness of remembering what you had And what you lost -- ❞

𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

full name: athena ann moreau

birth date: april 20th, 1983

astrological sign: taurus

gender / pronouns: cis female / she, her, hers 

sexual / romantic orientation: bisexual / biromantic

current location: redwood bay, oregon (2000-present)

𝖕𝖍𝖞𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊

height: 5 foot 4 inches

build: slim / athletic

skin tone: pale 

hair color: red

eye color: green

notable features: cleft chin and her big bright (perfect) smile

marks / scars: barely visible scar on pelvis from a cesarean 

usual expression: pensive

clothing style: silk blouses, pant suits, and blazers galore

𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 

birth place: sedona, arizona (1983-2000)

father: andrew moreau (estranged)

mother: annette moreau (deceased)

sibling(s): andrew moreau (deceased)

children: unnamed baby girl (born october 17th, 2000)

pet(s): tango (lop eared rabbit)

𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖒𝖘

accent: typical pacific north american

hobbies: barely had any bc all she does it WORK but she does enjoy reading, meditating, yoga, gardening, and outdoor excursions 

drives / motivations: justice, making her brother proud

fears: giving up one day, spending the rest of her life alone, work related casualties 

positive traits: brave, diligent, calm, altruistic, wise, reliable, stable, devoted, passionate, kind, strong-willed, intuitive

negative traits: bossy, tense, obsessive, sensitive, skeptical, uncompromising, possessive, stubborn, workaholic, sarcastic, seemingly aloof, insecure

sense of humor: sarcastic but also a secret pun fanatic 

𝖋𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖘

activity: hiking / nature walks / bike trails

animal: rabbits bc they are Good and mean no harm

beverage: herbal teas

book: the price of salt by patricia highsmith 

celebrity: bob dylan

color: mint green or lavender

food: pasta

flower: sunflowers

gem: emerald

holiday: christmas (until her brother died now they all make her sad lol)

movie: tootsie

musical artist: stevie nicks

quote / saying: anything that comes out of bob dylan’s mouth

scenery: tall and thick forests, waterfalls, mountains

scent: patchouli, vanilla, sandalwood

television show: i love lucy

weather: thunderstorms and rain

𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖘

okay so athena is a Sad Bitch but also a Bad Bitch, she doesn’t sit around feeling sorry for herself but she definitely hasn’t processed literally any of the trauma she has experienced in her life. queen of distractions and overworking herself!

her older brother pretty much raised her bc their mother died when she was a toddler and their father is a no good pos. he was her real life superhero tbh. and GUESS WHAT he died in a motorcycle accident. it was a hit and run. she drives herself crazy over it.

she is very lonely in her personal life, probably doesn’t have a single friend. her brother was all she had in so many ways and the loss of him has literally left her empty.

during her leave of absence from work to deal with her debilitating grief, she realized that she had been living her life in the name of making SOMEONE proud of her. never really stopping to think about what she wants. she feels like she doesn’t know herself, she didn’t have much of a childhood or discovery phase so she is questioning literally everything right now.

when she returned to work, they threw her a welcome back party and basically told her that she was her brother’s replacement as lieutenant of the homicide department. literally right as she was thinking about starting her entire life over again.

she had a baby at 17 years old and put the baby up for adoption bc of her messed up family life. she still harbors a lot of guilt and pain from that, and because she has lost everyone she loved and she feels like she has no one, she wonders if that’s her karma bc she gave up her child. 

she just wants to help other people bc she can’t help herself goddammit

athena prob hasn’t had a truly meaningful romantic relationship in her life bc of her obsession with work and her abandonment issues tbh. i’m still getting to know her myself but i can see her dating a few woman for a couple of months, maybe some men for a couple of weeks but she struggles when things get emotionally intimate.

anyway please love and care about her she will go out of her way to be good to you if you show her literally the most basic human decency

𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

i am so open and down for most things, obv as long as it doesn’t feel super ooc for athena but like i said i’m still figuring her out!!!

anyone that works for law enforcement is an easily potential acquaintanceship

athena frequents a few of the downtown shops so if your character has ties to that, that could also call for a nice acquaintanceship turned eventual friendship or sumn.

i’d love to have a character that she is like...ALMOST comfortable with. send me your character intros/info and lets get to plotting baybee. 

also THE SCANDAL if anyone would ever wanna bring her daughter into play

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so yeah please hit me up if you have any questions or you wanna talk abt our muses bc i would love to plot and write with y’all and have our characters coexist ok love u bye