#Steve: As someone who was tortured I will not be seeing the torture movie

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, in the middle of filming a TikTok about how his bandmates cancelled rehearsal and now he has nothing to do: And I get it. We’re all adults with our adult lives and I did cancel the last two rehearsals. Whatever. I was going to bring Steve.

Eddie: Now Steve doesn’t have anything to do. He’s devastated. Right, baby?

Steve: What?

Eddie: Exactly, babe. Now we have to find something else to do, like… i dunno, do you want to go see Saw?

Steve: I’m not going to the park, Eddie. It’s dark outside.

[steddieas-shegoes]

oh love, i'm terrified

for @steddielovemonth prompt 'love is terrifying'

rated t | 1,585 words | cw: negative self views | tags: falling in love, getting together, love confessions, sappy and fluffy

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He thought he was being obvious.

He doesn't do this stuff for everyone else. He doesn't show up after work to hang out for no reason other than just wanting to be around the other person. He doesn't talk on the phone for three hours in the middle of the night to comfort the other person after nightmares. He doesn't fucking stargaze with anyone.

But with Eddie he does. Steve always goes out of his way for Eddie.

He knows why, and he feels like everyone can see it too: he loves him.

But somehow, Eddie doesn't see it, or chooses not to.

Even Dustin, oblivious to human emotion as anyone else Steve's ever met, pulled him aside after Hellfire one night --yes, he even attends Hellfire now-- to ask if he knew he was flirting with Eddie so much.

Robin and Nancy had called him out on two different occasions for touching him too much in public, but he hadn't even realized his hand had gone to his waist!

And Eddie still seemed clueless.

Or at least, most of the time he seemed clueless.

Sometimes, though, Steve could swear he looked at him in a specific way, a way that Steve would think is understanding and maybe even returned feelings. But he never said anything, never did anything out of the ordinary for Eddie.

Months of wondering what the hell he could do differently, months of being less and less subtle every day, months of showing how much he loved him without actually saying it.

All for Eddie to still be oblivious.

But not tonight,

Tonight, he was going to Eddie's to have dinner and watch a movie. Wayne was on a fishing trip with his buddies from work, and all the kids were at the same summer camp, probably torturing underpaid teenage counselors.

No interruptions were possible.

He could bring out all his moves, and if Eddie still didn't get it by the end of the night, maybe he could even use his words.

"Dinner's almost ready!" Eddie yelled from the kitchen as Steve let himself in. "I didn't burn anything!"

Steve rolled his eyes fondly. "Sounds like something someone who burnt dinner would say."

"I didn't! I mean one edge is a little crispy on the lasagna, but I think that's because our oven is older than Wayne. You think the government could've given us a better oven for my troubles, but apparently not," Eddie turned to Steve standing in the doorway. "You look...nice."

Steve always liked to look nice, but he'd decided to dress up a little bit tonight, try to make his intentions clear right from the start. His hair was done as usual, but he was wearing his khaki slacks instead of jeans and his nicest navy polo instead of the t-shirts he'd mostly been wearing outside of work. He even sprung for his watch that his dad gave him as a graduation gift. He hated to know how much money was wasted on it, but it did look nice.

"Thanks. You do too," Steve replied.

Eddie looked down at his own clothes and back up at Steve. "Dude, I'm wearing sweats and a t-shirt that has more holes than cloth. You don't have to lie."

"I'm not lying. You always look best when you're comfy," Steve shrugged. "Need help with anything?"

Eddie shook his head. "Not unless you wanna grab beers from the fridge. I forgot to get some this afternoon so they're just Wayne's PBRs, but a cold beer's a good beer, right?"

"Right," Steve agreed, walking to the fridge to grab the beers.

Dinner went as dinner usually does, except they actually sat at the table this time instead of the couch. Eddie seemed surprised when Steve set his things down in front of the chair he only sat in to keep Eddie company while he planned for campaigns, but just silently joined him.

They talked and joked, they made themselves laugh so hard beer almost came out of Eddie's nose. It was perfect.

After, Steve started working on the dishes, Eddie standing by the counter watching.

He was quiet, which was unusual, especially when no one else was around to fill the silence.

"Everything okay, Eds?" Steve asked as he scrubbed a particularly difficult area on a fork.

"What? Oh. Yeah."

Steve turned to look at him, suddenly worried when he saw Eddie's face turned down to the floor. This wasn't them. They'd just had a nice dinner, and now Eddie was being...shy?

Now was his chance. He could say it. Robin would be proud of him for finally just doing it.

Hell, he'd be proud of himself for doing it.

But something seemed wrong, and the last thing Steve wanted was to turn a good night bad because he couldn't reign in his feelings for a bit.

He wiped his hands on the towel by the sink and turned fully towards Eddie.

"What's wrong?"

Eddie shook his head once, then sighed. "I kind of feel like I've been wined and dined tonight. And that's ridiculous because you're just one of my best friends, and you're straight, and it's all been in my head for months, but-"

"Woah. Wait." Steve interrupted. "You've been noticing that for months? And you didn't say anything?"

"Well, no. I didn't wanna ruin our friendship because I can't handle my own hopes getting up." Eddie leaned away from Steve further. "I know you don't mean it that way. I don't want you to change anything."

"Eds-"

"And if you do want to, that's fine! Whatever would make you comfortable. I just have to say it's feeling very 'I have romantic feelings' for you territory and I know you don't so."

"Eddie."

"I'm also not good at that though. No one's ever shown interest in me other than one girl in high school who ended up moving away a week later so I didn't even have to break her heart."

Steve crashed his lips to Eddie's, half hoping it would shut him up, and half hoping he would somehow keep rambling. He kind of loved watching him ramble.

It did shut him up. Even when Steve pulled away, Eddie's silence was deafening.

"Sorry. I should've asked if I could first, but I don't think you would have even heard me. Was that okay?" Steve asked.

"Why did you do that?" Eddie sounded heartbroken.

That's not what Steve wanted at all.

"I wanted to. I have wanted to."

"No you don't."

This was not going the way Steve had hoped for. "How would you know I don't?"

"Because I'm me! I'm just the dude who gets the good weed, and says funny shit, and cooks dinner sometimes. I'm not a girl Steve Harrington falls in love with, or even takes on a date. I'm not the type you build a relationship and future with. I'm just the guy who gets to watch everyone else do that. I'm not good for that."

"What the hell do you mean?" Steve was angry now. Who had convinced Eddie he couldn't have good things, couldn't be loved or love someone, couldn't be important? "You're Eddie Munson. You saved us all from an evil wizard dude and nearly died doing it. You're the guy who makes me a sandwich when I come over for Hellfire even though there's strict no eating during the campaign rules because you know I've been working all day and need to eat. You turn all my bad days good, and make my life better just because you're you."

"Steve-"

"My turn." Steve crowded him against the counter, hands cupping his cheeks and eyes boring into Eddie's. "I need you to understand something. I've been trying to show how much I care about you, how much I love you, for months, and I've been thinking I've just been terrible at it. I thought I truly did lose all my charm. I've been pulling all my moves out for you. I was starting to think maybe you just were trying to ignore it all to let me down easy, but it isn't that. It's because you don't see how fucking amazing you are, isn't it?"

Eddie's eyes were shining with unshed tears.

"Because you are. You're incredible. Maybe the best person I've ever known other than Robin. I find excuses to be near you. I find reasons to talk to you. I didn't even have a nightmare the other night, I just wanted to hear your voice. I'm in love with you. Like, the real stupid, do anything for you even if it hurts me kind. And if you don't feel anything for me besides friendship, I'll leave right now and I'll do my best to get over it so we can be friends."

"And if I do?"

"If you do love me, then you should kiss me."

"I've never kissed anyone."

"That's not true. We kissed two minutes ago," Steve smirked, his heart racing in his chest.

"I'm scared," Eddie's whispered admittance nearly broke Steve's heart.

"Oh love, I'm terrified. Love is like that. But we've faced scarier things, haven't we?"

Eddie's soft lips against his own was the only answer he needed.

Love was terrifying, even for Steve, maybe especially for Steve, who was used to giving a lot more love than he received back. But as they kissed in Eddie's kitchen for seconds that turned to minutes, minutes that turned to hours, they got just a bit less scared.

[buckyalpine]

Bucky vs Bucky

Bucky vs Bucky

Imagine time travel going wrong again and instead of 1 Bucky you have 2; one from the present and also one from the 40′s standing on the platform with him. 

At first, Bucky doesn’t really mind, curious to watch himself interact with others, giving him a glimpse of how he would have been had he not gone through years of torture from Hydra.  Everyone loved to see the happy, boyish soldier laughing and charming his way out of anything, giving Tony a run for his money when it came to making ladies swoon.

Bucky doesn’t mind until his finds himself flirting with you the most. 

Clearly any version of him is obsessed with you. 

At first, its amusing.

But its not anymore. 

“He’s a punk” Bucky huffed, narrowing his eyes at the way you giggled, biting you lip shyly when 40′s Bucky throws you a wink, the both of you mingling around the kitchen while everyone had gathered together for a movie night. 

“He’s you” Steve snorted, shaking his head at the way Bucky glared watching his past self pull all his signature moves, all working like a charm to make you warm and fuzzy. 

“Well she doesn’t have to like it” He pouted while you giggled again, playfully swatting his arm when he whispered something in your ear. 

Bucky nearly goes bonkers when he hears that punk call you doll and sugar, those sweet pet names he had reserved for you. 

“Hey sugar”

“She’s my sugar”

“Hey doll” 

“Only I can call her that”

“Wanna dance, pretty lady?”

“I’ll cut the other arm off, don’t touch her” 

Bucky rubbed his temples, almost hating himself for being such a ladies man, as you talked his ear off that night over how charming and handsome the soldier way. 

“I’m him, you know that doll” Bucky cocked an eyebrow while you kissed his grumpy face, loving how jealous he got over himself. Bucky never interfered in what happened in Tony’s lab but he started to visit regularly to check on the progress of the time machine, ready to send his ass back without a second thought. 

Sam had a field day, loving the sight of Bucky getting a taste of his own medicine of what it felt like when someone got all the pretty girls to themselves.

“Who is terminator mad at?”

“Himself”

“Who you so pissed at, tin man?”

“Me” 

With Bucky’s gentle threats, the time machine was fixed in no time, the bright eyed, cheeky soldier standing on the platform once again. 

“I’ll miss him” You pouted, giving a smile to Bucky from the 40′s as he blew you a kiss before a white light flashed, sending him back to the tight timeline. 

“Him? Really?” Bucky rolled his eyes while you grinned, throwing your arms around your boyfriends shoulders, playfully nipping at his bottom lip jutting out. 

“Yeah, him, you jealous baby?” You teased, yelping when he tossed you over his shoulder, giving you ass a swat. He took you straight to your shared bedroom, dropping you onto the mattress with a cocky smirk on his face, slowly crawling on top of you. As much as you loved the sweet innocent Bucky you had fun with for a few days, this Bucky made your mouth stop working and your heart beat faster, a dangerous little menace. 

“Let me remind you who you really belong to sweets” 

[rainbowsuitcase]

The Winter Soldier - Rewatched

I decided to rewatch CA:TWS after about five years and I have some thoughts.

1. There’s "moon landing" written on Steve's list of things to catch up on. This movie is happening two years after the first Avengers and Google says Steve woke up a year before that. What the hell has he been doing for three years that he hasn’t had the time to catch up on moon landing? Moon landing!

2. Again, Steve's been living in this century for three years and yet, when Sam asks him what makes him happy, he doesn’t have an answer. He doesn’t know how to not be a soldier. He doesn’t know how to be anything but.

3. Regarding Civil War, people say it's ironic that Steve is the one against the accords because he’s always the one following orders (and similar crap) but that’s literally not true? In CA:TFA, Captain America as a hero is literally born from Steve going against orders to save Bucky. In this movie, he disagrees with project Insight from the beginning and later, he’s the one to decide to take SHIELD down with it, because the organization cannot be trusted anymore. Steve Rogers was never "a good boy following orders." He was always a man who did what he thought was right.

4. Also, this movie is practically a PSA that you can’t trust these authorities, but people still expected Steve to just sign away his free will as a hero to one, just a movie later? bfr

5. I am convinced that if he went shield first, Steve could easily run through a wall. At least in America, walls are made of paper there.

6. If I remember correctly, the Winter Soldier is the only enemy of Captain America that uses the shield against him in such capacity, and that’s just a really nice touch.

7. On that note, the Winter Soldier on his own is such a cool character that I would definitely want to see more of if there wasn’t, you know, tortured and brainwashed Bucky under there.

8. If one of them was a woman they'd end up together. I know the fandom says it a lot but I completely forget how painfully true that is. We spend a third of the movie, at least, with Natasha trying to find Steve a girlfriend and wondering why he doesn’t have one, and that’s a plotline that doesn’t get resolved in the movie. Steve says he doesn’t date because it’s "kinda hard to find someone with shared life experience," in the very same movie where he finds out that his lifelong best friend, possibly the only person on earth with "shared life experience," is still alive. If Bucky was a woman, this would be called foreshadowing.

9. And to end on a positive note, Sebastian's face acting is literally perfect. He had like five lines in the whole movie and yet he brought Bucky to life so well. He gave the character a soul.

This scene is literal acting gold and Sebastian deserved an Oscar for these five seconds alone.

[neonghostlights]

Little blurb about the anxiety of being Eddie’s Secret Santa

Your hands were shaking from how nervous you were.

You clutched the wrapped box tightly in your hands, seconding guessing the wrapping paper you had bought instead of a noncommittal gift bag.

Did the perfectly tied red ribbon and bow make it seem like you were trying too hard?

Your friends were getting together for a little Christmas Eve celebration before going your separate ways to spend time with your respective families for Christmas Day.

This year they thought it would add to the festive joy by having a round of secret Santa.

Your heart dropped when you pulled Eddie’s name from the bowl. Not because you didn’t like him, no, but because he would be hard to shop for when you feel your brain turning into a big pile of mush when you thought about him and your insides erupted into butterflies whenever he was near.

You weren’t sure when your feelings for Eddie crossed from just friends to crush territory. Maybe it happened when he always sat next to you on movie nights or maybe it was when he insisted on driving you home instead of letting you walk home in the dark like you had planned.

Or maybe it was when he turned and winked at you when every one else was arguing during game night.

Every one else had put their presents under tree, excited chattering lighting up the house as everyone tried to guess who had gotten them their present.

“What are you doing out here?”

You turned, embarrassed to be found in your hiding spot right outside Steve’s kitchen, in the hallway before the living room.

Eddie stood before you, hands placed in his pockets as he smiled down at you.

The package in your hand felt heavier and instead of answering him you just thrusted the box into his hands like it was burning you.

It took him a second to register what you had handed him, and a wide smile spread across his face followed by a relieved chuckle.

“You know, I was getting worried when I didn’t see my present under the tree. I thought maybe my secret Santa gave up on me,” he said lightheartedly.

“Merry Christmas, Eddie,” you breathed out, happy to get the words out of you and into the world, like they were clawing, begging to escape.

“Merry Christmas,” he smiled back, hands playing with the edge of the wrapping paper.

You gestured for him to go ahead and open it, ready to rip off the bandage and get it over with.

He gently unfurled the bow with tenderness you had never seen from him before. He found the seam of the paper, unwrapping slow enough to almost torture you.

When he finally opened the box, he grinned and pulled out the crocheted gloves that you had been working like a madman to make for him. They were dark blue, made with the softest yarn you could find at the craft store.

You felt a little dumb now that he held the gloves in his hands. You had thought making him gloves was a great idea originally, since you noticed the way his hands were always cold and he was always trying to warm them up.

“If you don’t like them maybe I can-“

“You made these?” He interrupted you, voice full of awe.

You nodded, fumbling with your hands and shaking from anxiety.

“I’ve never had someone make something for me before. This is the best present ever,” he said as he slipped the gloves over his hands, commenting on how soft they were.

You sighed, shoulders relaxing from his reaction.

He grabbed your hand with one of his warmth covered hands and squeezed.

“Thank you.”

[harrywavycurly]

At First Sight Part 8: For The Best

Masterlist: Here

CW: None

Tag List: @ali-r3n @blckburd @comeonatmebruh @sweetmoonlove0214 @heydreamchild @mrsjellymunson @marshmallowgem @sofaritsalrightt @josephquinnsfreckles @micheledawn1975

A/N: Have no fear Dustin is here to make you even more confused but it’s fine, enjoy😂✨

“Uh hello?” “Hey Dustin I’m in the living room…uhm he’s not here is-” “No Eddie is at Steve’s…so uh..how’ve you been?” “Oh you know I’ve been good minus the fact there’s a dude that I went to high school with who all of a sudden seems to kinda sorta be…obsessed with me…how about you? You good?” “About that…uhm I know Eddie seems like a lot but he can’t help it.” “Why?” “He’s just…he’s going through…something right now.” “He’s…going through something? Like what?” “I…can’t really tell you but…really he’s harmless.” “Right…yeah…so is he on drugs or something?” “What? No no he’s not…on drugs.” “Then just cut the shit and tell me what’s going on Henderson.” “Have you heard of love at first sight?” “What?” “Love at first sight? Ya know when you lock eyes with someone and then boom! You’re in love.” “I’ve seen it in movies and stuff yeah…why?” “Well uh…it’s not just something that happens in movies.” “You’re…not serious…that’s not what’s happening…” “It is…well at least for him.” “I thought it worked both ways? I’m not all…crazy about him so that can’t be what’s going on.” “I know that’s where I’m stuck…because you said you saw him in high school right? And he blew you off and you didn’t have any kinda reaction when he looked at you?” “I mean…it was years ago Dustin I don’t…I don’t really remember it besides the fact he didn’t want anything to do with me.” “That’s so odd…I just don’t know why Eddie is so…in love when you’re obviously not…but I just figured you deserved an explanation but don’t worry Steve and I are gonna keep Eddie away from you until we figure out how to…fix him.” “Oh uh okay…you think that’s for the best?” “For now…unless you want…to see him?” “Uhm I don’t….know?….Maybe if I see him maybe it’ll make him realize he’s not in love with me?” “I highly doubt that he swears you’re the love of his life.” “Really?” “Oh yeah he’s convinced you’re it for him and every minute away from you is just torture but…don’t worry I’m going to figure this out.” “He…said all that?” “You’re all he talks about and no offense…but it’s annoying as shit but…I gotta go so I’ll just let you know what’s going on when I get this all…figured out.” “Oh uhm…okay yeah that..sounds good…thanks Dustin.” “No problem! See you later!”

[yandereaffections]

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Bucky as a Parent

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Shoving Buckys head into your chest when angry

King Bucky

Soulmate AU

Crush with a shit boyfriend

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Running away cause Someone broke in

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Steve/Bucky sharing S/o

Recently freed Bucky taking refuge with you

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kpop fan Dancer S/o

Halloween Date

Yandere Letter

Haunted House w/ Steve and Bucky

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Oblivious S/o

Darlings scared of bugs

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Artistic s/o

Getting a handmade blanket from S/o

S/o insecure about their high pitched voice

S/o whos always tired

Treating his wounds

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S/o drools in their sleep

Air head S/o

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Fluff Headcannons

“it feels like home when im with you”

S/o who was verbally abused as a kid, made to believe youll never be loved

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S/o that likes to be carried by his metal arm

S/o with a regular prosthetic arm

S/o got injured trying to escape

General protective HC

Stephen Strange

Using his powers to get his S/o

Chasing S/o down

Insecure S/o  

Single Parent S/o

Apprentice S/o

Jealous of his Cloak

Using his powers on his Dead S/o

Kidnapping S/o

Yandere Cloak

“Be good for me this time. I don’t want to see you cry again.”

Jealous

Patient S/o

Tony Stark vs Stephen Strange

Taking their S/o away from their abusive family

S/o with a flat chest

Red string of fate AU

S/o with PTSD

Oblivious S/o

Apprentice S/o getting hurt

Poly Naga Stephen + Tony

Cannibal S/o

Accident Prone S/o

Comforting Anxious S/o

Watching S/o sleep

S/o getting hurt during a city attack

Healer S/o distrusting him cause they think hes using them

S/o favoring his cape as a coping mechanism

Asexual S/o

Darling with narcolepsy and chronic pain

S/o is as good and talented as him

Sneaking out only to come back with puppies

S/o who has bad anxiety attacks

Using his cape to find S/o who sleeps in odd places

Chaotic s/o

Quiet s/o playing ACNH

S/os first time seeing snow

S/o whose ok with being kidnapped as long as they can go to amusement parks

Kidnapped S/o keeps passing out due to fear

S/o wanting to dance in the rain

S/o has the power to teleport

Demon S/o

Thor Odison

Headcannons

NS FW headcannons

Loki vs Thor

Loki vs Thor Preference

Stronger than Thor thinks S/o

Teaching Thor about Halloween

Finding Puppies

Loki Odison

Headcannons

Loki vs Thor

Loki vs Thor Preference

S/o in arranged marriage

Using a Love Potion on his S/o

Naga Loki

Affectionate S/o

Teasing his S/o

Valentines Day

S/o who can sing

Insecure S/o who keeps rejecting him

S/os Suicide TW

Brutally taking his Soul mate

Supportive S/o

Harassed S/o

Possessive S/o

Liking his Hair touched by S/o

Halloween Date

Someone cat calling his Darling

Drunk S/o

Asexual s/o

S/o whos best friends with Tony

Depressed S/o

Magica girl S/o

Vampire loki hunting down a s/o whos having fun with it

Platonic yandere  HC

T’Challa

Headcannons

T’challa Vs Erik

S/o getting Married to someone else after he gets Snapped

Tony Stark

Headcannons

“I sent you more gifts! do you like them?!

NS FW headcannons

Sugar Daddy

S/o getting attention to the constant attention he attracts

Tony Stark vs Steve Rogers

Cold in Public yet Cuddly in Private

Pushover S/o

Tsundere S/o

Jealous of the amount of attention Steves giving S/o

The Purge

Plus size Lingerie model S/o

“How else would they know you belonged to me?”

“its like you were made for me”

S/o who doesnt mind his Yandere tendencies

Jealous Tony

Finding a kitten

Shy/Book-wormy S/o

Valentines Day

Stephen Strange vs Tony Stark

S/os first relationship

Nerdy S/o

Poor yet incredibly Sweet S/o

S/o not wanting anything to do with Tony

Touchy S/o Hiding behind him

Zombie Apocalypse

Sugar Daddy to a Male College student S/o

Single Parent S/o

Learning S/o has Terminal Heart Cancer

S/o with a Prosthetic Leg

Cute S/o that listens to Death Metal

Drawing Tony in a maid outfit

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S/o who shuts down after kidnapping

Yandere S/o protecting their Love interest

Punishing S/o who tried to escape

Artist S/o

S/o who can see ghosts

Suicidal S/o TW

“Hey demons its ya boy”

Making Halloween costumes

Poly Naga Stephen+Tony

Tonys Type

Hunted Down

S/o having a delayed reaction to being Kidnapped

Injured S/o

S/o being hit on by Quentin Beck

Cyber stalking

S/os in the military

Crush thinking his Flirts are only jokes

Losing S/o to the Snap

Comforting S/o after a bad day

Strong Kick ass S/o

Not knowing S/o immortal, watching them get stabbed

S/o loving DIY stuff

Finding out S/o been begging to Jarvis to help them escape

S/o secretly making robo stuff

S/o having inhuman strength

terrorist S/o

S/o calling ptsd “spicy nostalgia”

Tonys s/o phasing through security after being kidnapped

Life Threatening Situation

Male S/o is a single parent

Modest S/o wont let him spoil them

S/o in a depressive episode

What kind of gifts does he buy his darling

How he shows affection

dealing with competing suitors

Proposal HC

Vampire Tony Hunted down

Incubus Tony

Assassin S/o

Natasha Romanoff

Headcannons

Dealing with competition

Wanda vs Natasha

Bucky vs Natasha

S/o whos not into girls

Hunted Down

S/o Disobeying

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Choosing S/os Clothes

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Wanda Maximoff

Wanda vs Natasha

Headcannons

Bisexual S/o

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Okoye

Headcannons

S/o who runs away

Nick Fury

Headcannons

Shy and Quiet S/o

Bruce Banner

Being able to control his emotions

Headcannons

Hela Odison

Headcannons

Carol Danvers-

headcannons

Powerful S/o

Single parent s/o

Oblivious S/o

Oblivious S/o is getting flirted with

Vision

Hunted down

Doc Oc

Parental/Platonic HC

Steve Rodgers 

NS FW HC

Cockwarming 

Vocal Steve 

Turned on during a mission 

College Virgin S/o slightly 

Breeding HC 

Femdom 

Bucky Barnes

Stealing S/os underwear 

Another Underwear Stealing 

NS FW alphabet

NS FW Headcannons

Sexually frustrated Bucky 

Getting Caught 

Dominate Bucky 

Sitting on his face 

Stephen Strange

NS FW headcannons

Thor

Werewolf Thors Heat 

Loki

NS FW headcannons

NS FW alphabet

Orgasm denial + Aphrodisiac

Tony Stark

NS FW Alphabet

S/o has a high Sex Drive 

S/os First Time 

Corruption 

NON-CON Bdsm TW

Submissive tony 

Natasha 

“You’re such a pretty little thing tied up like that” 

NS FW headcannons

Wanda 

NS FW headcannons

[strangersteddierthings]

Prompt number 13 for the dialogue prompts pls?

Thanks for the prompt! #13 “I dare you to kiss me.”

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It starts out, as most things recently do for Steve, with Dustin. He can't even remember what it was Dustin had even wanted him to do. Dustin had said 'I bet you won't do it' and Steve had replied 'you aren't old enough to gamble' and Dustin returned with 'then I dare you.'

And. Well.

He couldn't back down from a dare, could he?

It becomes a Thing. At first, it's just Dustin daring him to do small, easily achievable things (dare you to give me the bag of chips, dare you to pick me up from Hellfire, dare you to slap the top of the next door frame you walk through) but where Steve is, Robin isn't far behind. It doesn't take long for her to start in on it. (Dare you to take me to the diner for lunch, dare you to be on rewind duty today, dare you to have a sleepover with me at your place.)

It spreads beyond them eventually.

"I dare you to try and beat an actual state championship basketball player," Lucas says with a playful grin, ducking out of Steve's grasp even as Steve laughs out a, "I'll show you state championship!"

"I dare you to sit in on a Dungeons and Dragons session," Will says with a cheeky grin, flashing a wink at Dustin, who is fist pumping behind Steve's back because Steve says yes.

"I dare you to be less annoying," Mike says, swatting Steve's hands away from where he was ruffling Mike's hair, sat between Mike and Dustin at said session. Steve rolls his eyes but turns to bug Dustin instead.

It was a joy watching the Party teach El what dares were. Steve forgets, sometimes, that El is still new to most of the things he takes for granted everyday.

Nancy and Jonathan don't really join in on daring Steve to do things, but he's caught Jonathan daring the kids or Argyle to do silly things. Argyle, who had returned to California to finish school but returned to Hawkins almost as soon as the school year ended, loved to join in, though.

Eddie is the last one to join in the Dare Game. It doesn't take Steve long to realize it's because Eddie doesn't know if he's allowed to. Not in a I'm-not-sure-we're-friends way they'd already worked through, but in a I-thought-this-was-an-old-inside-joke way.

Steve assures him it's a recent development. A grab at being silly kids a little while longer now that the Upside Down can't come and ruin anymore childhoods.

"C'mon," Steve grins at him, "I dare you to touch your toes."

Eddie rolls his eyes in response but drops down into sitting cross-legged on the floor, one finger tip poking at the end of his socks. It's cheating but Steve will take a win where he can. Especially since Eddie says, "I dare you to sit down and relax for once in your fucking life."

It's so silly, this little game of I Dare You they've started but it's also wonderful to watch the kids be kids even though they're all onto 15 or 16 now, and only getting older.

The best part of the game is that it's playable anywhere. I dare you to beat my high score is heard often at the arcade. It's also hilarious to see what terrible movies end up at movie night because someone was dared to watch an awful one. The amount of times they've all had to watch Crimewave should be considered torture, honestly.

Steve's favorite part of the game, though, is when the kids dare Eddie to do things. No dare is too ridiculous, silly, or embarrassing for Eddie, it seems. No ones goal is to embarrass each other, Steve's sure, but he also knows that he wouldn't be willing to attempt a cartwheel in the middle of the parking lot in front of the grocery store. Especially since it turns out, Eddie can't do a cartwheel and just kind of flops onto the ground in a heap. Reflexively, Steve took a step forward to check on him but Eddie burst out in laughter quickly and when Eddie laughs it doesn't take long for everyone to join.

He's got an infectious laugh.

He watches Eddie fail at cartwheels, and succeed at climbing trees like a damn squirrel. Eddie's jumped out of swings and off of slides the few times they've gone to the park. Recited the monologue Romeo gives before he drinks the poison (from memory) before pretending to stab himself and fall backwards into Steve's pool (the dare had been to dramatically fall into the pool).

Watching Eddie makes him feel light in a way Steve doesn't think he's ever felt. He's always watching, even when Eddie catches him looking. Steve just meets his eye and gives him a fond smile. Eddie smiles back.

The summer goes on. The dares lessen, the novelty of the game never really fading, but certainly mellowing.

The pool dare, when Eddie'd monologued Shakespeare, had been Steve's favorite dare until the end of summer came.

Steve and Eddie had been dancing around each other, and Eddie, the braver of the two it seemed, puts and end to their misery. It's just Eddie and Steve laying in the grass of the Harrington's backyard, watching the stars come out.

It's as simple as Eddie rolling onto his side beside Steve, propping himself up on an elbow and whispering, "I dare you to kiss me."

And. Well.

He can't back down from a dare, can he?

[valiantphantomangel]

The Party

You slowly opened your bedroom door, cringing as it made a low creaking sound, you looked around to see if anyone would come out of their room and sighed in relief when that wasn't the case.

Shoes and bag in your hand as you sneaked through the halls in your best clothes, hair up and light make up on, trying your best to stay as quiet as possible.

The ding of the elevator alerted you that someone was coming and you quickly ducked behind a corner, hoping that it was someone who wouldn't recognize you.

But low and behold, there stepped out of the elevator the three people you didn't want to see the most, The God Of mischief, The Winter Soldier and Captain America. Aka the three people who would never let you go to a party like the overprotective guys they were.

"Are you sure she's here?" Bucky asked as he looked around the hall.

"Yeah, Stark said he saw her on the camera's looking all dressed up" Steve answered as he put his hands on his hips.

You slowly started to sneak out, trying to remain as quiet as possible as you tip toe into the opposite direction.

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice you Y/N?" Loki chuckled as he turned around to face you.

Your eyes widen as you come to a hold, turning around to see them looking at you.

"Go back to bed and you'll only get a lecture" Steve suggested.

"Never" you grinned before sprinting away.

You heard the thundering of footsteps behind you as you ran like your social life depends on it, luckily you also had a gift and that was a mutated super soldier serum that you got as a child, the team was aware of it but never tested it to its full ability.

"God damnit she's fast"! Bucky exclaimed behind you as he nearly ran into Steve who shouted "Language"!! at him.

Your 'ahhhhhhh' echoed through the halls, stopping for a second and then continuing loudly, making it almost look like a chase scene from a Disney movie.

You quickly rounded a corner before running straight into a brick wall, well it felt like a brick wall but was instead Loki waiting there for you.

He immediately trapped you a bear hug before throwing you over his shoulder "Hey put me down!!" You yelled with a laugh as you punched his back.

"Now now darling no need to be so aggressive" Loki smirked as he carried you back to the other two who were waiting there with wicked grins on their face.

"You are in big trouble young lady" Steve chuckled as Loki carried you to the couch and threw you on to it gently, immediately straddling your waist with a mischief smirk on his face.

"Wipe that stupid smirk off of your face" You said accusingly as you squirmed underneath him.

"How about no?" He grinned before tasering your sides and blowing a raspberry on your neck.

You let out a squeak before laughing your head off, suddenly feeling a pair of fingers scribbling on the soles of your feet.

"God Damnit AHHHHAHAHAHHA" you screamed with laughter as you wiggle around now also feeling someone squeezing your knees.

"Steve she said a bad language word" Bucky said with a faux gasp as he continued to trace your soles.

"I'm never going to escape that" Steve muttered before laughing and squeezing your thighs.

It was God Damm torture, Loki obviously knew what he was doing as he expertly digged into your ribs.

"I'm actually quite hungry" he said with a grin before leaning down and blowing a good raspberry on your tummy right next to your belly button.

"GHAHHAHAHHAHA" you screamed in hysterical laughter as you trashed around.

"Have you learned your lesson doll?" Bucky asked as he wiggled his fingers on your toes.

"YESHAHAHAH"!!!!

"And what is it?"

"DONT SNEAK OUTHIHIHIHI" you laughed breathless as your face turned a little red.

Loki chuckled fondly and let up, same for the other two and helped you sit up as the remaining giggles left your lips.

"You know you are absolutely beautiful and adorable right darling" Loki said with a smile as he pulled you to his chest with Steve and Bucky sitting nearby with fond smiles.

You just nodded with a blush as he kissed your forehead "Now how about a movie night and when there is a party anytime soon you'll tell and you can go?" He suggested.

"Really?" You jumped up excited and Loki nodded.

"thank you thank you thank you" you giggled as you gave all of them a hug before running off to your room to change into comfortable clothes and spent the rest of the night eating snacks, watching movies and joking around with Loki, Steve and Bucky.

Honestly it was better then any party could be.

[loveshotzz]

New Years Eve

Steve Harrington X Fem Reader

Summary: Steve throws a New Years Eve party in hopes to win Nancy back, when she shows up with Jonathan and your best friend Eddie show’s up to the same party with his new girlfriend Chrissy you need Steve just as bad as he needs you.

Warnings: word count 3K. Angst, Comfort, Smut, fluff. We got it all here folks. Minors DNI.

Author’s Note: This is my first Steve Fan fic, I was nervous to write this but the idea came into my head and I couldn’t get it out. Comments, feedback, Likes, and reblogs are all appreciated!

Tag list: @emotionaldreamer

Master list

All I do is cry and complain because second’s not the same.

It was the way Eddie looked at her like she put the stars in the sky that really killed you. You kept telling yourself to stop staring at them, but the masochist in you kept yourself pressed against the wall in Steve Harrington’s living room. Red solo cup in hand filled whatever concoction that was thrown together in the large punch bowl, watching your best friend fall in love with someone that wasn’t you from across the party.

“One hour till Midnight!”

Rolling your eyes you throw back the rest of your drink, the warmth of the liquor coating your stomach. When you see Eddie start playing with Chrissy’s perfect pony tail while he’s got her caged between himself and table you decide you’ve finally had enough. Pushing yourself off the wall that had been your home for most of the night you shove through the sea of dancing drunks, the bass of the loud music vibrating under your feet. You don’t even understand why Steve throws these parties, every time you would find him at one he never seemed like he was ever having any fun. This one though, this one you knew he threw in hopes Nancy would come. Ever since Jonathan moved to California his determination to get her back has been at an all time high. But when Nancy shows up tucked under Jonathan’s arm excitedly telling every one the story about how he surprised her, Steve disappears. Unlike you he didn’t like to torture himself. At least not to the degree you were willing to go.

The kitchen is empty when you walk in, letting out a relived sigh not having to engage in small talk with anyone. You make your way to the crystal punch bowl in the middle of the kitchen island, stepping on cups, streamers, and party hats on the way.

“Slobs” you mutter under your breath.

You’ll help Steve clean up tomorrow, misery loves company right? At the rate you were drinking you weren’t making it home tonight. Even after a night of pathetic pining you weren’t going to subject yourself to a car ride home with the two of them.

“It’s still not midnight yet?” The sound of Steve’s voice makes your blue eyes snap up from the red liquid you were pouring in your cup. He looks like someone kicked his dog. You can’t help but want to reach out and hug him because you know exactly how it feels, and something tells you that you probably look the same.

“I’m afraid not.” You hum with an equally sullen tone taking a big gulp from your cup.

Steve’s eyes go soft on you taking in your slightly wobbly frame, filling up your red solo cup for probably the sixth time that night. Steve knows how you feel about Eddie, you two had actually become closer in your similar predicaments. It just felt good to be with someone who understood how much it hurt all the time. On nights where neither one of you could stand being alone, you’d keep him company in his giant empty house, with his parents never anywhere to be found It had become a comfort to both of you. So much of a comfort that your weekly hangs outs had become almost nightly. You’d spend your evenings watching whatever movies Robin sent him home with, talking till the sun would slowly peak through his blinds. Sometimes you two wouldn’t even talk at all, wrapped up in each other’s arms you’d do your best to will the loneliness away.

“Wanna get out of here?”

Steve doesn’t even have to ask you twice.

No one notices when the two of you sneak off to the basement together, hand in hand. You can’t help yourself when you take one last look in the direction of Eddie, breaking your own heart into oblivion when you see his lips pressed firmly against hers, fingers still wrapped in that damn pony.

Squeezing Steve’s hand tighter you follow him down the stairs vowing to yourself to never look back.

Steve flicks on the light revealing the one part of the house he’s kept off limits from the rest of the party. It’s your special place.

The sliding glass door that leads to his back yard gives you the perfect view of the crisp cool winter night. The trees look frozen in the cold. There’s a small bar nestled in the corner opposite of the worn leather couch that you had grown to be your favorite place to sleep. His Dad’s expensive crystal glasses twinkle in the moonlight, A half drank glass of already poured bourbon sits on the wood of the coffee table. The TV was on but muted, some New Year’s Eve count down show playing silently. So this is where Steve had been hiding. There’s a small part of you thats mad he left you up there alone to fend for yourself, but a new feeling rises up in you one that you weren’t expecting when you realize tonight was never about you. Jealousy.

“Wanna glass? It’s better then whatever that punch is that you’ve been pounding all night.” He’s smirking slightly reaching over to grab the solo cup from your hands, his finger tips brush against the top of yours and you think it’s the alcohol that makes his light touch go straight to your core. You couldn’t actually like Steve could you? You were in love with Eddie and he was in love with Nancy. You two didn’t make sense. His hazel eyes stare intently into yours almost as if mirroring your thoughts pouring the expensive liquor into an even more expensive glass. You run your fingers along the top of the couch nervously before taking your usual spot next to his empty one.

“Thanks for finally saving me Harrington, only took you less then an hour till midnight to do it.” you can’t help but give him a hard time, hoping your usual banter will ease the new tension you can feel stifling the air.

“Yeah, look I’m sorry about that I just needed to be alone for a minute. This whole night kinda blew up in my face if you hadn’t noticed.” There’s a light clink of the matching bottle closing before he makes his way over to you, Steve’s fingers are gripping around the rim of the glass when he’s hands it to you, your eyes becoming eye level with the crotch of his jeans. How had you never noticed how well they fit before? The sight makes you swallow thickly shaking your head, a creeping guilt for thinking of someone other then Eddie like that.

When you meet his apologetic eyes you can see they are slightly bloodshot. Steve had been crying and it almost makes you want to burst into tears yourself.

Taking the drink from him you quickly reach out with your free hand grabbing tightly onto his before he can pull it away. Steve doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t try to move, his eyes locked onto yours the two of you stay in a comfortable silence. The bass and muffled chatter from the party upstairs drown out the sound of the quickened beats of your hearts.

“It’s okay Steve.” It’s simple when it leaves your mouth in just above a whisper afraid your voice might crack “We’re gonna be okay.” You decide in this moment comforting Steve is going to be the only way to make you feel better too.

You rub soft circles with your thumb on the top of his hand there’s something unrecognizable dancing behind his eyes when they darken, the intensity of it making you shift deeper into the cushions of the couch tugging at him as you go.

For the first time all night you see Steve smile, this one just reaching his eyes but you’ll take it. Grabbing his own drink off the table Steve only lets go of your hand to get situated in his usual spot next to you. The short sleeves of his dark blue polo accentuate the muscles in his arm as it lifts to wrap around you, tucking you tightly into his side. His fingers tangle themselves into your hair scratching lightly at your scalp, a position you two have found yourselves in before. Something felt different about this time, the lazy strokes of his fingers make your eyes roll in the back of your head the smell of his cologne swirling around you invading your senses makes you dizzy.

“At least we have each other tonight.” He whispers his lips ghosting over your hair line all you can do is nod into his chest, lost in the feeling of his touch. You wished you weren’t holding this damn glass of bourbon you didn’t even want, the strong urge to wrap your arms around him greedy to get him closer.

“We got 15 minutes left of this god awful night.” Your eyes snap open to see the countdown on the TV screen, the seconds slowly clicking down. The thought of Eddie pulling Chrissy in for a kiss instead of the sloppy cheek kisses you’d grown accustomed to every year at midnight made you want to slam the expensive liquor down your throat, and that’s exactly what you did. Pulling roughly away from Steve you down your drink, it’s surprisingly smooth as it slides down your throat. Warmth tingling through your whole body as you slam the glass down on the coffee table burying your face in your hands.

“hey, hey! Holy shit that was a sipper y/n” It takes Steve a minute to process your sudden outburst when his eyes go back to the TV he sees a couple kissing giddily confetti falling around them. Setting his glass down he scoots closer to you, your thighs press together as his hand starts rubbing softly up an down your back with gentle pressure. It was Steve’s turn to comfort you.

“He’s an idiot, I should know he’s my friend too.” Steve tries when you don’t lift your head up he bites his lip desperately wanting you back. “It’s never gonna want to work with him and Chrissy, not in the long run.”

That makes you snap you head up at him, the rage and hurt in your eyes has him drowning.

“I don’t want to be anyone’s second choice Steve, someone’s after thought. Like ‘Oh, I guess y/n’s always been there lets give that a try.’ “

With your faces inches from each other Steve is finally noticing just how beautiful you are. Steve had always thought you were attractive but with you both so wrapped up in other people he never noticed just how much you took his breath away. The way the moonlight from the window is hitting the shine in your hair makes it look like there’s a halo on top of your head.

“What if someone didn’t know you were a choice.”

Your eyes widen at the double meaning in Steve’s words, his hazel eyes hold a nervous glint in them as they dart back and fourth from your lips.

“Steve” his name falls from your lips in a whisper, you don’t pull away too afraid to say anything but not wanting him to stop either. His hand travels from your back to the nape of your neck, his fingers wrap around the curve pulling you towards him. Your eyes are locked on each other, silently trying to communicate how much you both need this right now.

His lips brush against yours for the first time and it makes you suck a breath in, your body already reacting to him. His other hand comes up finger tips dancing across your cheek, before they tangle themselves into your hair pulling you in finally closing the gap.

You weren’t expecting to like kissing Steve so much, but when his tongue runs along your bottom lip all you want is more. When you finally push the unnecessary guilt away and lose yourself in him you can’t help but finally shove both hands in his infamous hair pulling yourself closer, and it’s just as soft as you thought it would be.

Steve grunts lightly when you give his hair a gentle tug, your tongues dancing for dominance in each other’s mouth, his fingers leave their place from your neck to dig into the soft flesh of your hips the thin material of your dress riding up as he pulls you on his lap, the bulge hidden underneath his denim hits your clit at just the right angle when your knees rest on either side of his thighs, the moan that leaves your mouth is almost pornographic. With just the fabric of your underwear as a barrier you know exactly why his pants fit him so well now, and you can feel Steve’s lips turn up into a cocky smirk against yours.

His mouth leaves yours to leave wet sloppy kisses down your neck, licking and sucking at the special spot in the dip that you never told anyone about. Rocking your hips against his you can feel the pressure of your orgasm starting to build at the delicious friction of his denim. Your hands still buried in his hair you pull him even closer needing more. Steve was making you needy.

“Tell me what you want.” he breaks away nipping the spot he as just sucking on, his hands keeping a firm grip on your hips, rocking you at a slow pace against him. When he looks up at you, you’ve only seen his eyes look like that when they were directed at Nancy. But Steve was looking at you like that tonight.

“I want you.” You hold his gaze when you say it, you want him to know that you’re sure. You’re sure of him.

Leaving his place from your neck he captures your lips again, your words giving him all the confidence he needs. They move against you more sure and deliberate then before, slower. When your tongues meet each other again they move lazily against each other, your hips still grinding at his slow pace you know you’re leaving a mark on his jeans.

“Need you Steve.” You can’t wait anymore reaching down between you two popping the button of his jeans, helping you he shimmy’s his pants down just enough for his erection to pop out of its painful confines. He was even bigger then you had pictured, with a slight curve you could see the large vein popping out of the side. All the rumors you heard in school were true.

Biting your lip you reach out wrapping your hands around him his hips jutting up to meet your grip.

“Fuck- you got me so hard baby.” Hearing how worked up you had Steve made your strokes more deliberate loving how good you were making him feel, you could feel yourself becoming addicted to it. “Need to be inside you before midnight.”

Almost forgetting there was an entire New Years Eve Party going on upstairs you turn around to look at the TV to see 3 minutes. 3 minutes until everything changes.

Lifting yourself up on your knees you push your soaked panties to the side, lining him up at your entrance. His tip hits your barrier and it makes him throw his head back against the couch, his fingers leaving bruises on your hips.

“So fucking wet - jesus.”

Working slowly at his length you push yourself down on him, your walls sucking him in tightly and it makes you feel full when you are completely sat on his lap. Your hands shoot out grabbing onto his shoulders needing him to feel grounded.

“You’re so big baby, fuck you feel so good Steve.” Your voice comes out in a whine as you slowly start to rock yourself against him, the curve of his dick hitting your sweet spot with every jut of your hips.

“God, it’s like your swallowing me alive sweetheart. I’m not gonna last long” he makes quick work of the straps of your dress pulling it down to reveal the blue lace of your bra, taking two handfuls his eyes watch as your tits move up and down with each bounce. The moon light hitting you perfectly for the second time tonight, Steve thinks you look absolutely gorgeous riding his dick. You’ve been here this whole time.

“10”

The chant of the party upstairs has both of you becoming desperate to find your release, Steve’s hips starting to meet yours with every thrust. The new intensity has you teetering over the edge, and you can feel your eyes start to close as the tension builds.

“9”

Steve’s movements become more sporadic as his own orgasm threatens to burst, and he wants your lips again. He needs your lips again, grabbing your chin he roughly pulls you to him. You kiss like your trying to devour each other both of you needing more even this close and you can feel your walls start to flutter around him.

“8”

“I’m so close Steve, I’m gonna cum.” Your lips break away from his as you focus your attention on finding your high, rolling your hips trying to take him even deeper. His hands rest on your thighs giving you an encouraging squeeze sitting back slightly watching you take what you want from him. “Look at me when you cum, you’re so beautiful like this.”

“7”

Steve’s words are enough to send you flying over the edge, your eyes never leave his when your orgasm washes over you, nails digging into his shoulders, back arched, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

“6”

“Jesus- that was so fucking hot, you’re gonna make me cum baby.” Steve’s grip on your hips gets even tighter as he starts chasing his own release, his hips pushing up into you in a desperate rhythm. He’s close.

“5”

When you finally calm down enough to get a good look at Steve, his hair is everywhere but somehow looks like it’s exactly where it’s suppose to be, bouncing with each thrust of his hips. His eyes look blown out, completely taken over by lust and they swallow you whole. His bottom lip is tugged between his teeth and all you can think about is how much you can’t wait to kiss him again.

“4”

You hands leave their place from Steve’s shoulders to cup his cheeks holding his face as his thrusts become short and quick you kiss the tip of his nose and his cheeks before you hover above his lips “Let go for me baby, you did so good.”

“3”

When Steve cums he thinks he might cry, your words mixed with the way your walls continued to close around him the entire time milking him for everything he was worth, he doesn’t think he’s ever cum this hard in his life. Perched on his lap, your hair mussed up from his fingers, your lips swollen from his lips, Steve wishes he could take a picture.

“2”

Both your hands find their way back into his hair, knowing him you better be careful with that not wanting him to think you’re obsessed but you can’t resist. You can feel him starting to soften inside you, the remains of you two slowly leaking out as you pull yourself closer to him.

“What do you want for the new year Harrington?”

“1 - HAPPY NEW YEAR”

Steve doesn’t answer you, crashing his lips into yours he does his best to try and show you just how special this night was, how special all your nights have been. He’d just been a fool to not see what was in front of him and if Eddie wasn’t going to show you how special you were he was going to his damnedest to try to.

PART TWO RIGHT HERE BB’S

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Teardrops on my Guitar

Pairing: SteveHarringtonxReader

Request: I would love to see you write Steve and I have this idea where you've been friends with Steve for a while. You watch him go through girl after girl but it's never you and you want him to notice you so bad. You confront him about it and he admits he wants it to be you and then smut. 😉

I love Steve! More than happy to do some Steve smut. ❤️❤️❤️

Warning: 18+ Only!

Who was it now? Stacy? Or was it Sally? Maybe Sarah? Shit, you couldn't remember and, quite honestly, you didn't want to. Why the hell should you care? It was his sixth date this month or something. You snatched up the elephant he'd won you at the fair last summer and chucked it as hard as you could across the room.

Shit, it wasn't Elmer's fault. Racing over, you picked him up, setting him gently back on his spot, just in front of your pillows on your bed. Flopping down on it, you stuffed your face against a pillow and released the scream of pent up frustration that had been suffocating you since Steve had called to tell you about this girl he was seeing tonight.

Rolling onto your back, a deep sigh fell from your lips. His dating had been insane. It was as if the boy was on a mission to find the right girl, the one he was meant to be with. Jesus, if he'd open his eyes, he'd know she was right in front of him. Or you though she was. All these girls and not once had he ever considered the possibility of you, that maybe you were the one he was looking for.

What was wrong with you? No, you didn't have a massive rack like Julie. You didn't have perfect teeth like Carol. You didn't have a teeny waist like Jen. But you loved the same movies he did. You loved the same music. You knew how he tortured himself with ideas of not being good enough due to his shitty parents. You were always building him up, trying to make him see what a good person he was. You knew he hated his food touching. You knew his water had to be at room temperature because ice hurt his teeth. You knew that spot, just by his shoulder, where he carried all his tension because you'd worked it out for him many times.

How could he not see that everything he was looking for was already in front of him? How could he not see how you felt? How could he not even notice you? It felt like he didn't even look at you as a girl. Did he see you as one of the guys? As a sister?

It was torture listening to go on and on about these dates and they all ended the same. They went nowhere. There were a multitude of reasons. This girl was going off to college. Did he want to start something with someone who was leaving? This girl ate like a bird, picking at her food, and who ate like that? This girl was disgusted by kids. A neverending list of reasons why each one was not good enough for King Steve.

Damn it. You'd had enough. Glancing over at the clock, you saw it was eleven. No doubt he would be back home, all alone in that massive house, having a pity party for himself over another failed romantic encounter.

Pulling your shoes on, you grabbed your keys off the dresser. You looked down at yourself, in your tank and shorts, ready for bed, and wondered if you should change or at least put on a bra but no, fuck it. You were on a mission, ready for a confrontation, and if you let yourself stop and think too hard then you'd never go through with it.

Getting in your car, you raced over to Steve's house, blasting 'Invincible' by Pat Benatar, to ramp yourself up. You were doing this. You were going to stand right in front of him and demand to know what the hell was so wrong with you. You pulled in the drive, slammed your car door, stomped up to his house, and pounded on his front door with your first.

Steve yanked the door open, standing there in sweats and nothing else. When he saw you, he looked you up and down, eyes widening as his eyebrows rose. Confusion as to why you were standing on his porch in your pajamas was apparent as he asked, "Hey angel. Is everything okay?"

"No!" you yelled, running off pure adrenaline at this point as you pushed past him and into the house. "You are such an idiot, do you know that?"

"Uhh...okay..." he said slowly, shutting the door behind him. "Can I ask why?"

"Because you...you...you don't see what's right in front of you! You keep choosing wrong! You keep making dumb choices!"

"Alright sweetheart, I am not following you here at all," Steve mumbled, shaking his head. "I don't see what? And what am I choosing?"

"That's the problem! You don't even know!"

Steve held his hands in front of him, brow furrowed, exasperated, "I don't know what!?"

"Why don't you ever choose me?" you pleaded. "Why is it never me?"

"Choose you?" he asked, obviously still confused. "I'm sorry. I feel like I am playing catch up in a movie where I have no idea what the hell is going on. You know I always choose you, angel. You're my best friend. What do you mean choose you?"

"Stop choosing the Tinas, the Jens, the Stacys...choose me," you urged softly. "What is so wrong with me?"

Steve's eyes went so wide, it was as if they were taking over his face as he began to register exactly what you were saying. He stepped back, running his hand over his mouth, eyes down to the ground and then back up at you, out the front window and then back over to you, up at the ceiling and then over to you. You wanted the floor to open up and swallow you whole as the silence stretched on, waiting for him to finally say something.

"Jesus..." he muttered softly.

"Oh my god," you moaned, shaking your head, adrenaline rushing from your body and leaving you vulnerable, panicking, anxiety raging. What in the hell were you doing? You'd just blown up your entire friendship by confronting him. Obviously, he didn't look at you like that. "I'm going. I'm...shit. I am sorry. Just forget this. I must have lost my mind or something."

You moved toward the door but he was in the way. As you tried to go around him, his fingers locked around your wrist, holding you there. Your eyes met his and you swallowed hard, trying to rid yourself of the emotions choking your throat when those brown eyes bore into yours so intensely.

"I...are you saying...do you want me to choose you?" Steve asked.

You bit your bottom lip, questioning everything in this moment. If you said the words, you could never take them back. You were going to change the trajectory of your lives forever with this decision. Were you willing to do that? Yes, you were.

You stepped into him, pressing your bodies together, feeling his breathing go heavy, his heart racing against yours. Your hand fell on his, fingertips tracing his skin as his eyes followed your fingers, moving along the lean muscles in his arm, up over his shoulder, along the side of his neck, before cupping his cheek. It was skin you'd touched multiple times but never like this. Steve sighed softly, turning into your touch and that was all the encouragement you needed to do what you'd been dying to do for months.

Rising onto your toes, you pressed your lips to his. The moment the touched, Steve's arms were around you, crushing you to him, your bodies melded into one as you lost yourself in the one thing you'd wanted more than anything. His tongue moved over your lips, seeking entry and you opened yourself to him, moaning as his tongue rolled over yours.

Your fingers moved through that goddamn perfect head of hair. One of his hands cradled your head, the other around the small of your back as he backed you up, pressing you into the door. His thigh came between your knees and you whimpered at the painfully delicious pressure, rolling yourself over him.

Steve pulled back, concern in his eyes, "Wait. I mean, we should talk about this. We should..."

"I don't want to talk," you stated, rubbing your hips against the firm muscles of his thigh. You gasped, lips falling open. You couldn't talk. You could barely think right now. "I don't want to think about why we should or shouldn't be doing this. I don't care."

You pulled his face back to yours, lips coming together in a frenzy of pent up desire, a need that had been left wanting for far too long. Your hands roamed, exploring his chest, fingers sliding through the coarse hair that covered it. You remembered the first time you'd seen him at the pool, looking like the man he now was and that ache began between your legs, never easing after that, needing him in a way you'd never known. Your fingers slid over the ridged muscles of his abdomen, slipping under his sweats, teasing, tormenting, just above what you'd been fantasizing about.

"Jesus, angel," he muttered against your mouth, his lips now exploring you. He trailed open mouthed kisses along the front of your throat, over your collarbone. When he got to your shoulder, he nipped at the skin with his teeth and you cried out in pleasure.

Your hand headed further south, fingers providing feather light touches along his length. He hissed, hands slamming against the wood of the door behind you, his forehead pressing against yours, when you finally grasped him in your palm, your thumb running over the tip.

"Fuck," grunted Steve, hips thrusting forward against your hand. "Do you know how many times I've touched myself and imagined it was your hand?"

That ache in your center accelerated to a full blown throbbing at his words. You couldn't even begin to count the number of times you'd touched yourself while moaning his name, imagining his fingers entering you, his thumb teasing your clit. You needed it. Fuck, you had to know what it felt like to have him touching you.

"Touch me," you pleaded, "I need to feel your hands on me."

You pulled back from him, grabbing your shirt and pulling it over your head. Steve's eyes flashed in a way you'd never seen, dark, dangerous, full of lust as he took in the sights of your bare breasts in front of him. He cursed under his breath and then his mouth covered your chest, tongue and lips covering every inch of skin, teasing and tormenting.

"Fuck yes," you breathed, your hand slipping inside his sweats again to take him in your hand.

Steve grunted, his tongue darting over your nipple as his hand slid under your shorts and panties. A low moan rumbled out of him when his fingers moved over your center, past your lips.

"Oh angel, you're so fucking wet already," he hummed, lips latching onto your breast, sucking hard as he pressed two fingers inside of you, his thumb moving over your clit.

You kept one hand on his cock, the other grabbing his shoulder as your legs turned to jelly under his touch. Jesus, it was so much better than you ever could have imagined. Maybe Steve had dated a lot of girls, but you were currently reaping the benefits, because this man knew exactly what the hell he was doing.

"Yes, goddamn, just like that," you panted, gripping him as you worked your hand over him. "Jesus Christ, Steve, that's so fucking good."

"Mmm, you like that?" he teased, grunting as you tugged on him, gently but firmly. "Yes, babygirl...fuck, your hand feels so good. I can't wait to see what that pussy feels like around my cock." His tongue ran along the side of your neck, teeth nipping at your lower jaw. "I can feel you tightening around my fingers. You're close, aren't you beautiful?"

"Yes," you gasped, grinding your hips down against his hand. "Shit, I'm so close." Your body trembled, tightness building in your low belly.

Steve removed your hand from him before taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning your face to look at him, "I don't want any distractions. I want to be completely focused on you because I want to see the face you make when you come all over my fingers." His fingers curled within you, thumb still circling your clit and you cried his name. "That's it, my pretty girl. Come on. Come for Steve."

"Fuck!" you screamed, your head slamming back against the door as your orgasm crashed into with the force of an out of control train, careening off the tracks and destroying everything in its path. You grasped his shoulders for dear life, losing all control of your body.

"Jesus, you're so fucking beautiful when you come. I need to be inside you. I need to know what that pussy feels like," Steve panted, shoving his sweats down off his hips before grabbing your shorts and panties and yanking them down. He lifted your leg, hooking it over his elbow as he grasped his cock with the other hand and then paused. "Shit...condom..."

"I'm on the pill," you muttered, barely coherent, still trying to come down from your release as you pressed himself into you.

"Fuck..." Steve groaned, head falling forward, watching as his cock slid into you and then back out until just the tip was left. "I did not do this pussy justice in my fantasies..."

His hands moved to your hips, gripping and lifting, and you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. Steve balanced you against the door as he thrust into you over and over. Your nails dug into the flesh of his back and he hissed, pounding into you even harder, making the door rattle in its frame.

"I choose you, angel," Steve grunted, hips slamming into yours again and again, fingertips marking your skin. "I've always chosen you. There's nothing wrong with you. You are everything that is right."

Your eyes found his and those warm brown orbs were staring at you with such adoration, such...love? It only heightened every single sensation were feeling to finally hear him say what you'd been needing for so long.

Steve's head dropped forward, his face pressed against your neck as he roared your name, holding your hips down against his and you felt his release fill you. His entire body went still as he just held you up, the two of you frozen in time for a beat.

Then he was pressing soft kisses to your throat, your cheek, your forehead as you slid down his body until your feet hit the floor. You closed your eyes, scared you were going to cry, fighting it back as hard as you could because, what if this was it? What if this was all it was and now he was done with you. There was no way you could go back to being friends after this.

"Angel," he whispered as you squeezed your eyes tightly, pressed your lips together, scared of what he was going to say. "Hey, look at me, pretty girl, please?"

Slowly you opened your eyes and his thumb ran gently over your cheek, gathering the tear you hadn't even known had fallen. He smiled softly, kissing your nose.

"I meant that," he assured you. "There's never been a choice. It's always been you but you mean so damn much to me, I didn't want to scare you or chase you away. You've always been the one. I just never thought I could have you."

Every muscle in your body relaxed at his words. You wrapped your arms around him, pressing your lips to his, as the two of you slid down the other floor together. He'd finally made the right choice.

[theapangea]

Two First Dates - Part 1

Chapter Title: The Set Up

Pairing/Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 2205

Summary: After hearing about your date with Eddie Munson, Steve decides to finally ask you out. 

Warning: None.

A/N: A series I wrote a while ago but finally moving it over to Tumblr! Enjoy my loves!

*Also posted on AO3: theapangea*

Part 2 | Part 3

Masterlist <3

Today was weirdly peaceful. Normally, Fridays are busy but today seemed oddly quiet. There were no last minute dads getting off of work trying to figure out which children’s movie to rent or a couple wondering what movie would be good background noise for their make out session. 

The day mostly consisted of you and Steve doing your job’s mundane duties. To be honest, it was a little tense between the two of you lately. Nothing in particular stuck out in your mind, but it seemed like Steve didn’t want to talk to you at all. You would notice that his eyes would linger just a bit too long and he would avoid any and all situations that involved talking to you. Something was bugging him and you just decided to leave it at that. 

You spent most of the day rewinding tapes, stocking, and ignoring Steve. He seems to always spend his days the same, trying to get a date. He hasn’t been all that lucky since high school and sometimes you kind of felt bad for him. He would go out with any girl who happened to say yes to his boyish charm yet come in the next day complaining about their horrible date and her horrible kissing.

You didn’t want to hear about Steve's excuse for a dating life. Not because it wasn’t funny as hell to see him struggle to keep a girlfriend, but because you were somewhat jealous of the other girls he would give his attention to. You wouldn’t dare to ever say this outloud, but Steve was definitely someone you have a major crush on. 

If you are a girl from Hawkins, you have had a crush on Steve Harrington at some point in your life. Your crush just seemed to never dissipate. 

“You’re really going on a date with Eddie Munson?” Steve basically shouted from behind the counter, pulling you from your mindless thoughts.

You look over the rack of movies in front of you, your hands automatically fixing them as you respond, “What…” you pause for a brief moment, “how did you hear about that?”

“Robin.” He chuckled. He couldn’t believe that you would go on a date with that loser willingly.

“It’s none of your business Steve.” You groan while putting another tape onto the shelf. It was true though, you were going on a date with Eddie Munson tonight but you didn’t want Steve’s opinion about the matter.

“It is when you’re going out with that freak.” He cringes at the thought of you and Eddie Munson actually going on a date. You groan in frustration at his comment. Vowing now to never listen to Steve Harrington ever again. 

You put a couple more tapes on the shelf. You could feel his presence next to you before he states, “I didn’t even think he was your type.” It was almost like he was intentionally trying to stand too close. 

“What exactly do you think my type is Steve?” You questioned. 

Steve instantly stands up a little straighter, pulling his vest down a bit. Clearly indicating that he was your type. Where would he even get that idea? You never said anything to anybody about your crush on Steve. Do you think he knows? Do you think he is playing with you to make you confess that you are in love with him?

“You wish,” you scoff at his inaudible comment and push past him. To be honest, you wished you could build up the courage to tell Steve how you really felt. This whole love-hate friendship thing that has been going on for the past couple of months has been torture. You loved the teasing and the way he would wear that cocky smile after a snarky remark made you want to kiss him even more. But you never got the feeling that he felt the same way.

“Come on, go out with me tonight.” He follows closely behind. His request sends shivers down your spine. The words you always wanted to hear were now being spoken yet at the worst possible time in your life. Fuck Steve Harrington for always having the worst timing. 

“You can’t just now ask me on a date because you know I am going out with Eddie.” You turn around to face hime, pointing out his obvious intentions. “Also, you should ask me out because you want to not because it’s to stop me from dating Eddie.” You add, your eyes meeting his and suddenly his presence feels extremely close.

You can see he was examining your face. Examining what you were actually thinking and wanting to take all of you in. You were standing so close that you could see the same razor scars that lined his chin. You could see the slight emptiness in his eyes and the pressure of growing up too fast. 

Your mind racing with all the things you wanted to say to him but never got the chance. Let’s face it, you were so small compared to what he had to offer. You turn back around before he could read too much further into the obvious expression on your face. Your safety behind the counter and computer couldn’t have come quicker. The soft clicking sound of your fingertips typing away filled the small store. 

Steve huffs, his forearms resting on top of the counter, “Y/N, I do want too. Plus you will have way more fun with me anyways.” He adds, his puppy dog eyes tearing a piece of your heart away as you try to stay mad but can’t.

You could feel yourself giggling at his remark. Damn Steve. He had this way of getting under your skin yet also being able to get himself on your good side. He could talk himself into and out of any situation, especially with you. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger, but instead of actually asking you out on a date he would do anything to stop you from going on them. 

He wasn’t as confident as he wanted the world to view him as. He was lonely and heartbroken. Never fully recovering from dating Nancy Wheeler and never fully recovered from all the rejection since. He went from King Steve of Hawkins High to some unknown dude in the video store. How pathetic, his father always told him. 

But he liked it there, he liked hanging out with Robin…and you. Even though he would never confess actually wanting to hang out with you to your face. You were the reason he wasn’t lonely during the week while Robin was at school. You were the person who laughed at his jokes even if they weren’t that funny. Steve couldn’t believe that he was finally able to ask you out, the only bad part was that you were going on a date with Eddie first. Good job, Steve.

You stop typing for a moment and meet his gaze. His mind was trying to find the right words, any words to save himself.

“Eddie and I have a lot in common, which is why I said yes. Plus he had the guts to actually ask me out.” You confess, your words stinging more than you intended. But you were right, if Steve would have actually asked you out any other time than you would be more than willing to go with him. Hell, he was the one putting you in this situation.

“Fine.” Steve groans, his forehead now resting on the counter. You finally thought that you had won, that he was finally going to leave you alone. You go back to the computer screen, inputting the number on the tape cover.

“But we are going out tomorrow.” He demands. His confidence finally finding its voice. 

You giggle again. How could he be so demanding all the time? How could he just keep asking after you basically said no? “I’m not sure if I’m free.” You pretend to think about his offer when in reality you couldn’t believe that Steve Harrington continued to keep asking you out on a date. You almost had to pinch yourself, really hoping this was not some sort of dream. 

“I know you aren’t.” He wasn’t appeased by the joke, “I am picking you up at 5 tomorrow.” 

“Isn’t that a little early for dinner?” A puzzled look landing on your face.

“5 in the morning, duh.” He clarifies. The smile that formed on his face was unlike any other. You were now this big prize that he has won and he was happy to be able to show you off. The fact that he was finally able to go on a real date with you was amazing and nerve-wrecking.

“Morning?” You repeat as he walks away without another word. Why 5 in the morning? Why in the world would Steve want to even get up that early on a Saturday? You wondered what kind of plans he could possibly have at 5 in the morning. 

It was a little awkward for the rest of your shift together. Steve seemed oddly pleased with himself after your little interaction and you seemed completely torn between these two dates. You didn’t know what to do. On one hand, you were going on a date with someone who has actually made it clear that he wanted to date you. And on the other hand, you are going to go on a date with the literal man of your dreams. 

In a way, you felt guilty. You felt guilty because it felt like you were dragging Eddie into this situation. You knew in your heart that Steve was the one, but you weren’t completely sure if Steve really felt the same way. He could just really not want you to date Eddie and would do anything to stop it. 

Eddie has been asking you out nonstop since sophomore year of high school and Steve never gave you a second look in high school. Steve was one of your best friends and Eddie was someone you lost touch with after graduation.

You couldn’t make a decision between the two of them. How could you? How could you pick between them? You never thought in your small town life that two very attractive men would try and date you around the same time. 

The neverending thoughts of the next 24 hours and your next two dates made the rest of the day go by quickly. You had barely spoken five words to Steve since he asked you out. You were speechless. Absolutely speechless. 

When the clock struck 6pm and it was finally time to go home. You couldn’t help but to try and high tail it out the door without so much as a goodbye to your coworker. Coworker, that’s all he was. He wasn’t your knight in shining armor like you wanted him to be. He was a coworker that you see often and there's nothing much to it. You tried to remind yourself but it just wasn’t working. 

“You still want a ride home?” Steve calls while locking the doors and before you are out of earshot.

You stop before your feet leave the short sidewalk. Contemplating if you still need the ride home. In reality, you do, that was the reason you asked in the first place. But after today and your mind going thousands of miles per an hour, the last place you wanted to be is stuck in a metal box with Steve.

You turn on your heels, knowing that if he drove you home it would give you more time to get ready for your date with Eddie. “Sure” You huff.

“Don’t act so sad.” He opens the car door for you. 

Most of the car ride was silent to say the least. Awkward, yes. Uncomfortable, yes. But you liked driving with Steve. He’s given you a ride home a couple of times and he’s always so talkative. But today was different, he seemed quiet and distant. The radio hummed lowly but the silence was too much to bear. 

“You can still go out tonight with me instead.” He finally breaks the tension, before putting the car in park in front of your house.

You continue to look forward. You could feel his eyes burning a whole into your head, trying to figure out what is going on in your brain. 

“Steve, drop it.” You look over at him, his sight almost taking your breath away, “Besides what if I like Eddie more and just don’t want to go on the date with you tomorrow?” You snark.

“That wouldn’t happen.” Steve rebuttals, knowing damn well that he is right. 

The breathy chuckle escapes your lips as you just cannot believe this day. It was so far away from what you expected that you almost don’t believe you are alive right now. You got out of the car not saying another word. The loud bang of the car door echoing for miles.

“Hey,” He shouts, leaning forward over the passenger seat, “I can’t wait for our date tomorrow.”

You try to conceal the smile that has formed. Damn this day, damn the date, and damn Steve Harrington.

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[love-toxin]

burn me down to ashes - steve harrington & billy hargrove

volume II

plot: shy, socially awkward little you, the resident nobody of Hawkins High, is caught between a rock and a hard place in the span of a day. the rock being Steve Harrington, the guy you've had a crush on forever and who just might like you back, and the hard place being Billy Hargrove--the guy who just can't seem to keep his eyes, or hands, off you.

cws: bullied!angelface, angel has low self-esteem/intrusive thoughts, 80s movie references, crushes, smoking, slight violence/roughousing, jealousy, drinking, angel makes friends, nicknames, angsty fluff but it goes up from here, non-canon character appearances, fem reader.

a/n: vol II coming soon! this is a longer fic i cut in half ♡

word count: 5.4k

You've never really thought there was anything wrong with you, at least not until you got into high school. The last four–five, now, since you had to repeat your last year–have been the most hellish years of your life.

You've been knocked around, had your books thrown in the fountain, your locker vandalized, your desk kicked by people walking by…every which way you could be tortured, you have. Even graduation served to be an opportunity for people to get their licks in, one of the girls that tortured you the most sticking her foot out when you went to walk the stage and tripping you in front of the whole school, resulting in a bellowing chorus of mocking laughter that you're certain you'll hear in your nightmares for the rest of your life.

But there's a life you've dreamed of, one you know you would never attain in this lifetime, but you fantasize about nonetheless. One where you're maybe not popular, or even liked, but one where you're at least protected. His name reads out in the scribbles at the margins of your notebook, and the smell of his cologne sticks in your mind and draws your thoughts to him whenever you pass by the scented section of the department store. Your protector, your saviour, at least in your mind–it's none other than Steve Harrington, the most popular guy in school and the one guy you know you would never have a chance with.

For one, he's widely adored–you wouldn't be able to work your way through all his fans if you tried, and most of them are far prettier, smarter, and more popular than you anyways. Two, Steve himself is objectively gorgeous, at least to you, and there's no way he would go for a…for someone like you, someone that looks or sounds or smells like you. Three, you don't even have friends, much less a relationship, so you really would have no idea what you were doing in the first place. Four, you can't even work up the courage to talk to him, or even look in his direction, even though you sat right next to each other all through chem class in your senior year and he asked to borrow your textbook on several occasions. And you now see him at Family Video at least once a week to rent a new movie. That's pretty much the extent of your interactions, and that's where the dream stops and real life slaps you in the face.

But it's on that day that you step into the store and hear excited chattering that you don't realize that might just change, Robin and Steve exchanging words and gestures that look like they're trying to agree on something.

"Welcome to Fa–oh, hey! You're just in time!" Robin waves to you as you walk in, dropping the corporate greeting the second her eyes meet yours. She's always been so nice to you, kind in a way you feel like you don't deserve, but it would be impossible to try and convince her otherwise so you simply go along with whatever she says. You're not really sure how else to be friends…if that's even what you are. Maybe, maybe not. It's a little difficult for you to figure out, even though you desperately want to call Robin your friend. She leans over the counter on her elbows as you walk up, and pats her hands on it as she bounces on the balls of her feet, clearly excited about something.

"You wanna go to a house party with me? Harrington here is chickening out last minute, and I really don't want to go alone."

"I'm not chickening out! I just don't want to hang out with a bunch of dickheads I knew in high school." Steve huffs, certainly because knowing them they've been arguing about it for a while before you stopped by, and he looks so good today, even though you say the same to yourself every time you see him. His hair is a little crazy from him running his hands through it, but it still looks good, fluffy, like every sway of his locks is intentionally beautiful and not accidental.

"I've never been to a house party before! I want the full, uninterrupted experience." You're not even thinking straight when you're distracted by him, and find your mouth running before you can catch it.

"Me neither, um…it sounds like fun, though. I'll go." You say rather meekly, some part of you wondering perversely if Robin's lips will stretch into a smirk as she reveals that she was just teasing, and how dumb do you have to be to think anyone would actually invite you to a party?

"Really? Sick, I don't feel so alone now!" She does a little victory dance, celebrating her triumph with a few fist pumps and the sound of her shoes clacking against the linoleum behind the counter. Safe. Everything is safe, now, you're sure, and you take a deep breath to try and steady your thumping heart.

"Well…okay, if you're both going, I'll come with you." Steve tightens his arms, still crossed over that broad chest that you've only ever seen in its full glory during those basketball games you've snuck out of class to go watch.

"Wow! Changing your mind on a dime just cause Buttercup is coming–I feel like chopped liver, seriously!" She's joking, but it still flusters you. "Buttercup" is one of the few nicknames they've dubbed you with, on account of how many times you've rented out The Princess Bride since they've started working there. As far as you know you're their most frequent customer, so it's somewhat of a game for them to find movies you haven't seen that you might like–and to be brutally honest, it's about the fullest extent of any friendship you have. "Alright, alright, Stevie, you can come keep us safe. But don't you dare be a buzzkill!"

Robin turns back to you after prodding Steve in the chest, and her eyes are brighter than they were before. Even if the realization of what you just agreed to is only hitting you now, and the anxiety is slowly starting to creep in, the fact that you made her so happy by saying yes is all that's keeping you on your feet right now.

"Just come by after we close and we'll drive you there, okay?" You nod in agreement, and that's when Robin climbs up and slides herself across the counter, dropping down beside you on the other side to wave you over to the rows of shelved movies. "Now, what movie are we going with this week? Romcom, horror?"

You place the VHS on the counter, just as pristine as when you picked it up. The Breakfast Club is always a classic for you, you'd watched it a couple times over the week–you always tend to see yourself in Ally, while you see so much of Steve in Andrew, which might be why you've watched it so many times with your pillow hugged to your chest, your eyes glued to the screen. Somehow, though, the sight of John parading around the library tables always stirs something within you, something that reminds you of someone you know, but can't put your finger on.

Either way, you shake the thought from your head as you follow Robin down the aisles, her steps more of a skip as she saunters towards the newer tapes on the New Release rack. She picks up one after the other and chitters on about each one, which ones she thinks are bogus and which ones are diamonds in the rough–but your gaze keeps drifting back to Steve at the counter, his hips pressed against it as he leans back and steadies himself with those smooth, toned biceps, and fiddles with the tape you dropped off…and you have to force yourself to look away, to not meet his eyes when you feel them turn towards you, and focus back on your friend as your mind runs wild with thoughts about tonight.

When the time comes, it's very clear when you move through the front door that you don't belong here.

Hours after picking up your newest movie-The Neverending Story–you're trailing behind Steve and Robin with a new dress you picked out weeks ago and a bit of makeup smeared awkwardly over your eyes. You've never been sure how to do it, but Robin made a point of commenting on how cute you look when you slid into the backseat of Steve's car, so it at least calmed you down a little bit before you got there.

Bodies are packed in everywhere, laughing, talking, drinking. Further into the house you spot a living room down the hall, where the music is loudest and people are dancing so close together they almost look like one full unit. People are stumbling to and from each room with solo cups filled with coloured drinks, most of them drunk already–and you find yourself trying to stick close to Robin, except that she and Steve are hurrying down the hall to go talk to someone they know, and beckoning you after them. There's no going back now, especially since you'll have to walk home if you try to leave alone. And after what happened last time you did so, you just have to swallow the lump in your throat and start putting one foot in front of the other.

You move stiffly down the hallway they had weaved through, people leaning against the walls and moving in groups with their friends to get more drinks or migrate towards the dancing area. Alone, you feel like too many unfamiliar eyes are drawn towards you, you know you must stick out like a sore thumb–but there's one face you recognize, and it immediately makes you regret ever choosing this hallway to work your way down.

Billy Hargrove leans against the wall by his arm, jacket open to reveal a white wifebeater and a packed chest that must be an absolute nightmare to face in a fight, many of which you know he's been in. He's got such a reputation, despite not being in Hawkins for too long, and he was even present at the infamous Starcourt Mall fire–that in itself is evident by the burn scars you can see peeking out from the sides of his leather jacket. Some girl is flirting with him, or trying to, because he looks like he's not paying much attention. You don't even realize it's the girl that tripped you at graduation until you get close enough to sidle past them, but that's unfortunately close enough for Billy to lock eyes with you and stand up off the wall.

"Hey, pretty girl. I don't think we've been introduced." He turns completely towards you, fully engaged, and holds out a hand to you with half-lidded eyes. Thinking about it for more than a few seconds, which is about how long it takes for you to realize that he's actually talking to you, the thought that he must be drunk crosses your mind and your shoulders tense a little bit. He frightens you, and you know he has a temper even at the best of times–you don't even want to know what he might say or do if you piss him off. So you shut your mouth and tremble as you place your hand delicately into his, hoping nothing terrible comes out of the conversation, especially when the girl's eyes are burning a glare into you. Vanessa, you're sure her name is, even though you've tried so hard to forget it. "Billy. You can call me whatever you want, though."

"Hi…uh, I think we've met before." He squeezes your hand, not hard, just an inkling of pressure. The desire to reach out and grab those words to shove them back into your mouth is so strong, but you can't, and your chest tightens so much you might just collapse right then and there. But Billy, on the contrary to what you think he might do, just smiles enough that you can see a glimpse of those pearly teeth past his plush lips.

"I can't believe that," He winks, his thumb rubbing the the heel of your hand before he finally lets it go. Is he…is this what flirting really is? It feels like it's too much like the movies, but you've really got no frame of reference since you have no experience yourself, so you truly have no idea. Including whether he's being facetious or not. "I would've remembered a gorgeous girl like you. Or, more like, I wouldn't have forgotten you. No matter how hard I tried."

Now you're stuck. Dreaded small talk. You can't believe he's doing anything but trying to fuck with you, especially with Vanessa standing right next to both of you, so that's just how you end up thinking about it. But you would be such a liar if you thought his comments didn't raise a heat to your face that must be obvious even under your touch of makeup.

"Um…I, uh…we were…calculus partners.." You're trying to get it all out fast so you can try to catch up to Steve and Robin again, but the words just strangle themselves when they leave your mouth, much like any time you try to speak to someone you're not comfortable with.

"No shit," He breathes. "I do recognize you." He says it in a way that feels more sincere than anything else he's said leading up to this. "You've really changed since then. Really…filled out that figure. Or maybe this is the first time I'm seeing you in clothes like that. You look great."

Billy's eyes roam unapologetically, drinking you in from feet to forehead and every spot in between. It doesn't feel right to be looked at in such a way, it feels perverse–not like how a partner or a love interest would do it, but more like the creepy older men that try to pick you up when you're walking home from work. Even though Billy is far from that, and he's actually a little nicer than you thought he was, it just feels wrong for you to be looked at that way. Because you're not pretty, and you're not special. You're not the type of person that people look at like they want to see you naked, and treasure you while they do so. Not like how Billy's looking at you now, until something seems to strike him that makes him finally pipe up.

"Wasn't that the class that the ginger kid pulled your hair in?" He's right, and it couldn't be more humiliating for him to remember that above all else. Sam Dunner had grabbed your ponytail in third period calculus and yanked it hard, hard enough to sting, and earned himself a cacophony of laughter when you shrieked that you felt, at the time, would be the soundtrack to your entire life. Billy had been out that day, maybe sick, maybe late–but regardless, he hadn't been there to say a word and you had always figured he wouldn't. Up until now, at least, when you nod and mumble a quiet "Yes", and his brow furrows.

"That reminds me, actually." Billy turns to the girl he's been ignoring up until now, her face lighting up when he finally looks down at her. You're surprised she's kept quiet up until now.

"Vanessa, weren't you the one that tripped this nice girl at graduation?" What he says, and the way he says it, renders you completely shocked. You could never imagine talking to someone like her like he just did, because you know she would chew you up and spit you back out for all her friends to laugh at. But evidently Billy is a lot different, because she starts visibly floundering with a stutter when he calls her out right in the open.

"Y-Yeah, so? It was a joke. It was just…in good fun." She recovers quickly if nothing else, and says it with smug venom flicking off her tongue, and you just want to disappear so that she never looks at you with that expression again.

"I think you owe her an apology, actually." He leans into her ear and says it so quietly, almost gently, that your eyes widen as you wonder whether you actually heard that right.

"Are you serious? It was a joke, it's not my fault she got all upset."

"I'm dead fucking serious. Now, why don't you apologize, before I get really pissed off." The tension you feel between them would break a butcher's knife.

"O-Okay! I'm sorry, like…I'm sorry. Jesus." She mutters that last part under her breath.

"That was pathetic, but whatever. Get out of my face." She huffs in frustration but does as he says, pushing past you and knocking shoulders in a way that's definitely intentional–but for you, it's so much of the norm that it doesn't even really faze you. You also don't catch the harsh glare he shoots at the back of her head either, since it disappears as soon as you turn to look at him again and he's pulling out a cigarette from a pack with his teeth.

"You wanna puff, sweetheart?" He reaches into the pocket of his jacket to produce a lighter, but you're quick to shake your head as he cups a hand around the end and lights it up.

"N-No, I have to…get back to my friends. Um, thank you."

"Not a problem, princess. Anyone else gives you problems, you just come to me, mkay?" He winks at you over his burning cigarette, enthused over the way you trip over your words in front of him. You just nod, pseudo-politely, and move to take a step away.

"That's my girl." He breathes out a puff of smoke as he says it, eyes following you until you've moved into the main living room and presumably out of sight. It's a little dizzying when you finally get there, the familiar thumping beat of Love Shack resonating through the walls as you shuffle into what feels like a whole other world.

"Buttercup! Thought we lost you back there." Your one and only friend's voice rises above the crowd as she spots you, and she strolls over to rescue you from the rest of the party. Robin's smile lighting up when she takes hold of your hand soothes you at once, and you breathe deeply as she pulls you along to a more open area of the house where Steve and two other people are standing and chatting.

"Oh, hi! Is this your new friend?" Once she turns to look at you, you recognize both her and the guy standing next to her immediately. The brunette is Nancy Wheeler, one of the most popular girls when you were in school besides being Steve's ex-girlfriend. And standing next to her–

"I know her," Jonathan Byers cuts in, a soft smile tweaking his lips as he waves in your direction. "She and I were in gym together freshman year."

It does come as a surprise that he remembers, but then again, if anyone would, it would be Jonathan Byers. You two were famously bad in your class, constantly being overlooked by the more athletic students and criticized for your pathetic performance in any and all sports by the coach. But your saving grace had been that you were terrible together, even though you were both shy and socially awkward freshmen who could barely talk to each other, much less anyone else. He's the only other one that was really reaching the same level of an outcast as you in school, aside from the infamous Eddie Munson, whom you've only spoken to a handful of times when you've seen him at Family Video but has been one of the few to treat you with familiarity and kindness….two things you rarely find with people your age.

"Really? I feel like I should remember you…did we have any-?"

"No, uh, no we didn't." You don't have the heart to tell her you sat behind her in biology for two years straight, because she seems like a nice girl and you know it'll just make her feel bad and turn the conversation into an awkward mess. So it's easier just to avoid it. And it's already difficult for you to imagine her and Steve…it just hurts, even though it shouldn't. If they didn't last, what chance would you ever have?

"Aw, well, it's really nice to meet you! Steve's told me so much about you, so has Robin. You're a movie buff, huh?"

"I-I…yeah, I like movies."

She's so pretty that it's honestly kind of intimidating, not to mention you're stood in the same circle as not just four other people, but four very cool and charismatic people. You've got no chance, especially with Steve being one of those four, and so you know you just want to say as little as possible to minimize the inevitable embarrassment. But it soon becomes very apparent that you're just destined to be the center of attention.

"Like? She's seen like, every movie in existence." Robin backs you up, maybe intentionally or not, and the way she gushes about you makes you want to hide…but not in the bad way. It's flattering, genuinely flattering. Not something you're all that used to, at all. "She just dropped off Breakfast Club today. Classic."

"Ooh! Who's your favourite?" Nancy looks back at you, sincerity in her eyes. She really is so pretty.

"U-Um…An..Andrew…I like Andrew." That's not entirely a lie, but it also serves as a convenient enough answer to avoid drawing suspicion.

"I, uh, I like Ally." Steve pipes up from nowhere, shoulders shifting as he readjusts his jacket.

"I'm surprised you're not a Molly Ringwald fan, Steve." Jonathan pipes up, and Steve shakes his head with a laugh, but his eyes stick to yours and they don't flicker away this time. And he nibbles his lower lip between his teeth, bites down–oh, he bites down, and suddenly nothing that anyone else says makes it to your ears as you stop and stare. A warm feeling stirs within you, like the words you want to say are bubbling up to your throat–

"C'mon, let's dance! I love this song!" But before they have a chance to come out, Robin's tugging you by the hand over to the dance floor, leaving the other three looking on at the two dorks who have no idea how to function at a party. Robin pulls you to the center of the crowd and giggles as you shyly stick close to her, allowing her to take your other hand too and move them around as the two of you bounce along to the rhythm. You don't really know what you're doing, and neither does she, but the more you realize that nobody is really looking aside from the two of you at each other, it slowly becomes easier and easier to just let the beat move you and a smile to work its way on to your face as Robin twirls you around and laughs free-spiritedly. Song after song comes and goes, you occasionally get a glimpse of Steve watching you through the throng of people–and he looks like he's smiling. Some small, selfishly hopeful part of you prays he's smiling at you.

When you finally tear your eyes away and turn back, Robin's gone. Glancing around to try and find her, you only then distantly remember her speaking in your ear just loud enough over the music that she was gonna go get a drink, but you should've been paying more attention–without her around, you feel small, and scared again. Someone bumps you hard with their elbow and you squeak at the pain in your side, someone else cursing at you for bumping into them in the process, and once you have a chance after that you're slipping through the crowd to get out of the most concentrated area of people. And when you do, you still don't see her, not over by the kitchen or out by the front door.

You can't spot Robin over the crowd you just wormed your way out of, can't really see anyone with so many people in one place. Somebody jostles you as they shove past, and in the heat of the moment, the only option you have is the guy standing just a few feet away, who just pushed his way past a few people in his way–the one you've been too mortified to try and talk to one on one since you were fourteen years old.

"Steve?"

"What's up?" He's strangely alert, focused completely on you like nothing else about the party exists.

"I'm gonna walk home, I…I just need to go home."

"Already? Are you alright?" It's a little shocking to hear that, and to see how concern spells out across his pretty features as he reaches to touch your arm–your arm.

"I'm…I-I'm fine, I just…it's a little too much for me. I don't.." You can't get the words out. I don't belong here. They feel too painful to say in front of someone you admire so much, and you pull away from his touch despite wanting it so badly.

"Aw…okay, wait by the back door, I'll go tell Robin and I'll drive you home."

"It's fine. I'll walk." You're saying it as you're already heading towards the open back door, one that's sliding glass that leads out to the grassy backyard, because you'd much rather dart around the side of the house than fight your way back through to the front door. Plus, you seriously need a breath of fresh air right now. You've got no idea that he's hurrying after you, and has a full view of what's waiting for you when you get out the door.

The second you step out into the cool, airy night, the sloshing shhhh sound of running water hits your ears–and then it hits the rest of you, a spray of freezing cold water crashing into your whole body and catching you completely off guard. The grass beneath you is slippery, and you stumble back and hit the ground hard on your spine, and they're still spraying you with what feels like a fire hose of water with a cackling symphony of laughter until Steve's voice rises above the crowd.

"Hey! Knock that shit off!"

The tidal wave stops and leaves you shaking only when the garden hose drops from your ex-classmate's hands, and that's because Steve's grabbed hold of it and ripped it from his grasp before shoving him, his face so red with anger like you've never seen before. But it doesn't stop the laughing of the crowd gathered around, all of them clearly having waited for the perfect victim to come out to pull their little prank–and each and every face you recognize as someone who at one point tortured you in school.

It takes you one try, then another to get up, still shaky and cold from the water and trying not to slip on the wet grass–but when you do get to your feet you stumble out of the lit area of the yard and around the side of the house, tears welling in your eyes as they laugh even louder and jeer at you with mocking insults that make the sting of humiliation burn even harder. You just want to run as far away as you can, away from the house, the people, from Steve–he must think you're such an idiot–but you hit another wall, although this one catches you in two strong arms before you fall again.

"Hey–princess? Why are you soaked?"

It's the last person you want to see right now, the most likely guy in the entirety of Hawkins to mock you for your current state. But Billy's got confusion and concern written all over his face even so, his voice laced with something a little more…strained.

"Tell me what happened." The cigarette he must have come out to smoke dangles haphazardly from his lips, but he lets it fall and mindlessly grinds it into the dirt when he actually notices it does. Otherwise, his eyes are completely centered on yours.

"I wanna go home," You sniffle.

"Are you crying?" He pulls you into his arms, uncaring as to the fact that you're drenched and freezing. He seems more attentive towards warming you up. And he is warm.

"Who did this to you?"

"I d-dunno his name…"

"Describe him. Where is he?" You point weakly towards the back of the house, still sniveling like a crying baby. You can hear a voice in your head telling you to suck it up, that you're just trying to get attention. That you deserved that.

"Wait here." Whatever words you want to say can't squeeze around the lump in your throat. You just turn your eyes down as Billy steps around you, gait heavy and purposeful as he marches towards the back and collides with someone, yet doesn't stop.

"Watch it, man–hey! There you are," Steve's voice reaches you, but doesn't, at the same time. You don't even turn to look, just stand there staring at the grass and feeling the tears fall and hit the ground as he hurries over and moves in front of you to grip your shoulders.

"Oh, god, honey, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." You brusquely wipe the tears away with your sleeve, and soon you have your arm pinned to your chest as Steve tugs you into his arms and squeezes you so tight against his shoulder.

"Shit, you're cold–come on, let's go inside and warm you up-"

"No!" You push against his chest, and he leans back but doesn't let go, hands loosely holding you still. Your voice is strong but your touch is weak, at least too weak to get away from him. "I don't want to, Steve! I don't want them to laugh at me! I'm fucking sick of it!"

He's struck speechless. You've ruined it all, just like always. Just like you and everyone else in the world knew you would. Stupid, you're so goddamn stupid.

"Then…Then let's not go through the house." He pulls you closer to the side of the house, near the edge of the roof–a sturdy, box-shaped pressure meter serves as the perfect thing for him to step up on, and when he pulls you up with him he clasps his hands together once he's close enough the the edge of the roof jutting out from the first floor. "Here, step on my hands. Climb up–but be careful!"

You don't have the energy to argue with him. And you don't want to subject yourself to anyone else seeing your tears, since you're sure that more of your bullies will be lying in wait near the front of the house to hurt you even worse. But sometimes, you hate how stubborn Steve can be, even as he's lifting you up to climb on to the roof and out of the way of more danger. Once you're kneeling on the tiles, he hauls himself up alongside you with a few groans of effort, before carefully moving towards the window that overlooks the rooftop and yanking it up and open. He ushers you to climb inside and drops inside after you, and once it's closed, you find yourself standing in some stranger's bedroom.

"Steve, we shouldn't be-" He hurries past you and turns his head to raise a finger to his lips, his hand shooting out to twist the lock to the bedroom door. And to make doubly sure that you won't be encroached on, he takes the chair sitting at the desk against the wall and props it underneath the door handle, ensuring that it's properly snug before he sighs in relief.

And now, against all odds, you're standing in a stranger's bedroom at a house party with Steve Harrington. Soaking wet, cold, and cheeks still tearstained from your outburst, wondering what in the world is going to come next–aside from more heartbreak.

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The Lost Child - Chapter 35 // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Death/Injury/Grief/Torture, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rodgers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent

Words: 5.8k

Note: There is only an epilogue left and that should be posted tomorrow!

Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so more people can see themselves in this story.

***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment purposes only.***

Masterlist

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Epilogue

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“Can you tell me something about her?” Peter asks.

“What?” Stiles shakes out of his thoughts and turns to look at Peter. They have been slowly walking around the perimeter of the fighting waiting for someone to call for them.

“Can you tell me something about Y/N?”

“Like what?”

“Like what was it like growing up with her?”

Stiles thinks for a second, “Other than when our mom died, it was pretty good.”

Peter watches Stiles fiddle with the straps of the bulletproof vest he’s wearing. Stiles told them about their mom dying earlier but he hasn’t thought about it too much. Now thinking about it, not only did Y/N have one mom who died early on in her life, but she also had another mom who gave her to Hydra to be experimented on. He can’t even begin to comprehend how much that has messed with her.

Peter has so many questions that he wants to ask Y/N after all of this is over. He’s not sure if she’ll even be up for them or even want to answer them. The only things he knows about her are things other people have told him. Even then, how much has he not been told? How much will he never know?

They continue to walk in silence until Argent’s voice rings out from their walkie-talkies, “Stiles, we need you!”

“Shit,” Stiles mutters under his breath as they take off toward Chris and the others. Stiles tries to keep up with Peter while also trying not to trip on his own feet. He doesn’t have the speed that Peter has.

By the time they reach Chris, Derek, and other Peter, the Anuk-Ite is already gone. Derek and Chris seem to be okay but the Anuk-ite got Peter.

“What happened?!” Stiles asks out of breath.

“What do you think?” Derek huffs.

“Where did it go?”

“Our eyes were closed. How would we know where it went?” Chris responds, rolling his eyes and pulling a knife out of a fallen hunter.

“Well, we need to trap it soon or else he and the others are going to stay like this forever.”

“What others?” Derek questions.

“Malia and Bucky are also statues.”

Derek curses under his breath.

“Maybe instead of waiting for it to come to us, we should make it come to us,” Chris states.

“How?” Peter asks.

Chris thinks for a second, “It feeds on fear, so let’s give it some fear.”

“Again, how?”

“I don’t know. We’ll have to figure somethi–”

Chris gets cut off by the sound of Scott’s voice coming out through the walkie-talkies, “Guys, we need help!”

“What’s going on?” Stiles responds.

“We’re outnumbered and they’ve got a kanima now!”

“What’s a kanima?” Peter asks.

“A lizard that can paralyze you,” Stiles mutters, trying to decide in his head if it’s a good idea to go help them or if he and Peter need to focus on the Anuk-Ite.

“We’ll go help them. You two go after the Anuk-Ite and take it down now. You don’t have much time.” Chris states. He turns to nod at Derek before they run off in the direction Scott is in.

“How?!”

“Figure it out!”

“That’s so helpful! Thanks!” Stiles rolls his eyes before looking back at Peter. “We need a plan.”

Peter throws his hands up in defense, “This is your realm of expertise. I’m just here to help.”

“My realm of expertise requires research and a lot of guessing and hope that we don’t die.”

Stiles and Peter look at each other in annoyance. Time is ticking down and they need to kill the Anuk-Ite as soon as possible. Waiting for people to call for them is taking too long and they keep getting there too late.

“What if we tell everyone to go to one side?” Stiles suggests. “If everyone is in one area, then it only has one place to go.”

“I thought they wanted us attacking on all sides?”

“Yeah, well, people are dying and our current plan isn’t working.” Stiles pulls the walkie-talkie in his hand up to his mouth, “Everyone go to Scott’s side.”

It’s silent for a moment before Kira’s voice comes through, “We’re already here!”

“Why do we need to go to Scott’s side?” Liam’s voice came through after hers.

“Just go to Scott’s side.”

They wait a moment for a reply but no one does.

“Let’s just go and hope they do too,” Peter says, already walking away from Stiles.

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Y/N tries to ignore the throbbing pain of her ankle as it feels like the bear trap keeps getting deeper. Is it possible for it to decapitate her foot from her body? She looks up and sees that Kate is still slowly approaching her but the other hunters and Berserkers have stopped.

“The whole world knows who you are now!” Kate calls out. “You’re all anyone can talk about.”

“Your plan isn’t going to work! People aren’t afraid of the Hulk and they won’t be afraid of me!” Y/N yells back. She hopes she sounded confident saying what she said because she’s not sure she believes it herself. She knows she’s capable of a lot and she is technically a monster, so she couldn’t fault people for being afraid of her.

Kate laughs, “You think I want people to be afraid of you?!”

“Why else would you leak my information?!” Y/N tries to pull the bear trap open but the pain is causing her strength to weaken. She can’t seem to get it off. She knows she could easily take the hunters and Berserkers down without having to move, but she’s not sure she could concentrate enough to do so.

“Not everything is just about you.” Kate stops ten feet away from me. “Is that really the best thing you could come up with?”

“Then why the fuck are you doing this?! For an army that wants to get rid of the supernatural, you seem to have a lot of them on your side!”

“They want you dead,” Kate points back to the hunters behind her, “I, personally, think you’re better off alive.”

“Why?”

“Do you really think I told the world who you are so that I could kill you? Or—what did you say—that people will be afraid of you?”

Y/N’s hands keep slipping from the metal trap and blood continues to pour from her ankle, “Then why did you do it?”

“For the same reason why you let Pepper Potts go—suffering for eternity is so much better than the instant kill.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, “That doesn’t explain anything. And I actually have a reason to make her suffer and you’ve got nothing on me.”

“You want to know why I told the press who you are? It’s not to make people afraid of you. If I wanted to do that I would’ve also told them why you smell like wet dogs and have fun playing in the shadows.” Kate walks closer to Y/N before kneeling down a few feet away from her. “You’ve seen how the internet has reacted so far. Just wait until they start to really dig into your life.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Do you really think the best they can do is find out where you live or who you’re dating? Just wait until they find out about the multiple friends of yours that have died within the last few years or the fact that there seem to be a lot of unsolved murders under your dad’s watch. Better yet, what happens when they start looking into Derek’s past and find out about Paige?

“I’m going to watch as the world tears you and everyone you associate with limb from limb. I’m going to watch as the world plasters your face and your life on every news article, every gossip page, and every social media platform.

“I don’t care if people fear you. I want them to fear the people closest to you. How much longer do you think they’ll stick around once you ruin their lives just by association?”

Y/N scowls at Kate. She doesn’t even know how to respond to Kate because Kate’s right. If people were able to find where Derek lives, they’ll be able to find more. They’ll never be able to link him to Paige’s death, but what about his sister’s? Even though he had nothing to do with it—thanks to Stiles and Scott—he does have an arrest record for it. What other things could they find out about him?

What about her dad? There are indeed a lot of unsolved cases due to the supernatural being involved. There is also a suspicious amount of deaths ruled ‘animal attack.’ Not too long ago there were human sacrifices going on too.

What about the rough patch he hit after her mom’s death? Is it even possible for people to find out about that? What if this situation drives him into another rough patch?

Would being associated with her affect her friend’s futures? If she gets exposed—which exposes them too—will that affect their college chances? Stiles is interested in working for the FBI; will this affect his chance to work with them?

It doesn’t matter what she tells people or what she does, people will make their own judgments about her no matter what. If the extent of the Hydra experiments gets out, she will be branded a murderer. It won’t matter her age at the time or that she was forced to do them, they’ll see her as a monster. Bucky has been out of Hydra’s grasp for over a decade and people still look at him with fear as if he’ll become the Winter Soldier again if something slightly upsets him. While not everyone treats him like that, there is a loud, large majority that does.

“If that’s all you wanted to do, then why gather an army to kill us?” Y/N asks.

“I don’t want to kill all of you. That would make my whole plan irrelevant.” Kate replies. “I just want to kill one of you.”

“Why do you have to be so fucking vague?”

“When do people get obsessed with digging into people’s lives? When drama happens. What’s a bigger drama than you running off with the Avengers after daddy sheriff will no longer speak to you after his son was mysteriously killed by a wild animal?” Kate stands up from her kneeling position. “Do you think people will blame you or one of the other wolves you run around with? Do you think Scott will forgive you after you dragged him and his best friend into your world? What about the others?”

Y/N eyes start to glow bright blue and her fangs drop down in anger. She smirks as Kate takes a slight step back, but she doesn’t see what Kate sees. She doesn’t see that her eyes flicker from blue to black before going back to blue.

“What makes you think that I’m going to let you do that?” Y/N asks.

“I think that you find yourself to be a bit too busy to save him,” Kate smirks, running and jumping down into the tunnels through the hatch Y/N just climbed out of—narrowly missing Y/N’s claws that swipe at her.

As Y/N yells at Kate, the hunters and Berserkers start running toward her. She starts to pull at the bear trap in anger, trying to rip it apart. As her eyes go solid black, she rips the trap apart and off of her ankle. Screaming in pain and anger, complete and utter darkness engulfs her, the hunters, the Berserkers, and their surroundings as darkness comes off of Y/N in a wave of immense power.

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“Where the hell did it go?!” Natasha yells out.

“I don’t know!” Kira yells back.

Steve and Isaac are propped up against a tree waiting for the kanima venom to wear off as Nat and Kira circle around them in protection. The kanima keeps coming back to them but they’ve been able to hold it off so far.

“Are you sure we can’t kill it?!”

“Scott says not to because it’s not like the hunters! It doesn’t want to hurt us! It’s only doing what it’s master says and we don’t know if, whoever it is, is doing this willingly or not!”

“How does he know that?!”

“Personal experience!” Isaac yells out.

“I think I’m starting to get feeling back in my hands. I can feel my fingers moving.” Steve says. He hates that it only took a little scratch on his neck to knock him down and prevent him from being a part of the fight.

Isaac glances down at Steve’s hands, “As someone who can see your hands—they aren’t moving.”

“Well, yours aren’t moving either!”

Nat and Kira quickly turn toward the right side of the trees as they hear footsteps quickly approaching them. They tighten their grips on their weapons as the footsteps get closer.

“Derek?” Kira lowers her sword as Derek and Chris step out of the tree line.

“Scott said that he needed help,” Derek says. “What’s going on?”

“They’ve got a kanima and some really big Berserkers,” Isaac says from behind Kira.

“Isaac?”

“Hey, Derek. Hey, Mr. Argent. I’d greet you properly but I can’t move.”

“What are you doing here?” Chris asks.

“Scott told us everything.”

“Us?” Derek questions.

“Braeden’s here too,” Kira says.

“Great,” Derek mumbles under his breath. He hasn’t spoken to Braeden much since he and Y/N got together unless it had to do with supernatural business. There’s no big reason why they don’t talk, but there is a bit of an awkward tension between the three of them.

“The others are closer to the house. We’re keeping these two safe until they can move again while the others are fighting whatever else.” Natasha states, pretending not to notice Derek sigh after hearing what Kira said. She makes a mental note to ask Y/N about it later when all of this is over and hopefully they’ve gotten closer.

“Chris, you stay with them and I’ll go help Scott.”

“No!” Everyone’s heads turn to look at Stiles and Peter running toward them. “We need everyone to be in the same spot. It’s the only way we’ll be able to kill the Anuk-Ite before the others die.”

“What do you mean ‘before the others die?’” Natasha questions.

“Malia and creepy Peter are currently almost statues for the rest of their lives.”

“So is Uncle Bucky,” Peter adds.

“What?!” Steve yells, trying to will his legs to move to go question Peter but nothing happens. His mind is racing. Bucky better not die on him again. He promised not to do that to Steve again.

“Hey! I can feel my hands again!” Isaac calls out. Steve glares at Isaac as Isaac’s fingers start to slowly move. Steve’s eyes quickly widen in horror as Isaac flicks out his claws before digging them into his leg.

“What are you doing?!”

“Triggering the healing process,” Isaac grunts out, digging his claws in deeper.

“Like I was saying,” Stiles says, pulling the attention back to him, “we need everyone to be together. It’s too hard to catch the Anuk-Ite when we’re all spread out. It’s gone by the time we reach the area it’s supposed to be in. If we’re all in one spot, then it only has one place to attack us.”

“We’ll move toward Scott and the others,” Derek states.

“Someone will need to carry those two,” Kira says, pointing to Isaac and Steve behind her.

“No one needs to carry me!” Isaac yells, slowly standing up from the ground. “I’m okay!”

“If you scratch me, will I turn into a werewolf?” Steve asks, looking up at Isaac.

“No, I’m not an alpha. Even then it’s pretty rare.”

“Then scratch me to speed this up. I don’t like not being able to do anything.”

“I’m not sure if it works the same for humans.”

“I’m a bit more than human. Just do it.”

Isaac sighs in annoyance and flicks out his claws—bending down next to Steve’s legs, “I’ll try not to hit anything important.” Steve watches as Isaac digs his claws into him—the claws easily pierce through his suit and into his thigh.

“One of us will still have to carry him until he can carry himself,” Chris states.

“I’ve got him,” Isaac grunts, pulling Steve up and putting him on his back in a fireman’s carry. “Let’s go.”

Kira leads as the group starts to walk toward Scott and the others. Derek tries to focus on his surroundings so he can be ready if anything tries to attack them but his mind is on Y/N. Is she okay? Is she hurt? Has she found Kate or is she still looking for her?

As they get closer to the house, the sounds of fighting become more clear. Emerging from the trees, they can see Scott and Liam fighting a large Berserker together. Next to them, Sam and Tony are fighting off the other three while Braeden is standing protectively in front of Wanda—who is propped up against the house and appears paralyzed.

“Kira, go help Scott and Liam. Isaac, go to Braeden. I’ll go help the other two. The rest of you take down the kanima and anything else that shows up.” Derek orders, charging toward the Berserker that just swiped at Sam while Stiles and Peter move toward the house.

Isaac runs over to Braeden and not-so-gently sets down Steve next to Wanda. Steve winces in pain as the feeling starts to come back to his legs.

“What happened to you?” Steve asks Wanda.

“The stupid lizard got me when my back was turned.” Wanda practically growls out in anger.

“Good to see you back on your feet,” Braeden says to Isaac, quickly glancing over at him before continuing to watch for the kanima.

“What’s going on?” Isaac asks.

“Any hunters that were still left have now run away. It’s just them now and the lizard.”

“Have you seen Y/N again?”

“I haven’t seen her since she ran off.” Braeden looks behind her at Steve regaining movement of his limbs and Wanda eyeing Steve in jealousy. “Do you know who these people are?”

“Not a clue. Scott told me who they were but I wasn’t really paying attention.”

“Aim for their masks!” Derek yells out, narrowly missing the bone claw that swiped at his face.

Tony aims his hand at the mask of the Berserker running his way. The mask is obliterated as soon as the powerful ray from his suit hits it. They watch as the Berserker quickly turns to dust.

“Why weren’t we told that earlier?!” Sam yells out.

Derek ignores him as he knocks down the Berserker next to him. His fist slams down onto the mask before the Berserker moves to get up. The mask slightly cracks before shattering when he brings his fist down again. The Berserker now lies on the floor of the woods dead.

Derek looks up from the dead Berserker and watches as Scott jumps on the back of the Berserker he’s fighting and rips the mask off it. To his left, Tony blasts the mask off the last standing Berserker.

“Thank god they're dead. I’m not sure I could’ve lasted much longer.” Liam huffs out, gripping his side in pain.

“Where’s the kanima?” Scott asks.

“Where’s Y/N?” Derek asks, looking around at everyone for answers.

“She went looking for Kate a while ago,” Isaac says.

“I’m goin–”

“Watch out!” Scott yells, tackling Derek to the ground as the kanima jumps out from the trees behind him.

The kanima lands on it’s feet before turning toward Tony. It takes two large strides toward him before jumping in the air, claws ready to swipe at him. Before it reaches him, it is shot down by Chris, falling to the ground unconscious.

“I thought we weren’t going to kill it?!” Kira yells out. She could’ve killed it a long time ago but Scott told her not to.

“I didn’t,” Chris says, walking over to the kanima. “I shot it with some darts full of ketamine. It should be out for a while but we should put some mountain ash around it just in case. We should also move it out of the way.”

“I’ve got it,” Isaac grumbles after nobody else moves. He drags the kanima out of the way and Chris follows him while digging through his bag looking for the extra mountain ash he brought.

The hair on the back of Derek’s neck feels like it’s standing up as he pushes Scott off of him and rises from the ground, “Can you feel that?”

“Stiles, get ready,” Scott says. “Everyone close your eyes.”

Everyone closes their eyes as the uneasy feeling starts to wash over them. Stiles can hear someone murmuring close to him. He can’t tell if it’s something the Anuk-Ite is doing to him or if someone else is talking to it. He tries to hone his hearing in to locate the Anuk-Ite but he’s not like the werewolves and superhumans next to him.

Stiles takes a deep breath—trying to think of what to do. That’s when he feels some kind of magical pull. It feels like it’s pulling him toward the Anuk-Ite. He can sense the Anuk-Ite getting closer to him but he doesn’t understand why nothing else is happening. Where’s the vision trying to get him to open his eyes or anything?

Stiles can feel his heart beating faster as he senses the Anuk-ite standing in front of him. Trying to think quickly, he pours a bit of the mountain ash into his hand before blowing it into the Anuk-Ite’s face. Stepping back as the Anuk-Ite struggles in the cloud of ash, Stiles opens his eyes and throws the rest of the mountain ash in a circle around it.

He watches as the Anuk-Ite’s powers turn on itself and turns itself into stone before disintegrating into ash.

“It’s gone!” Stiles yells out.

Scott is the first person to open his eyes, “What happened?”

“I don’t know. Its powers didn’t seem to work on me and I could just sense it in front of me so I threw the mountain ash around it and now it’s gone.”

“What do you mean it’s powers didn’t work on you?” Everyone else slowly opens their eyes to look at the interaction between Scott and Stiles.

“It’s supposed to mess with your mind but nothing happened.”

“Nothing happened to me either,” Wanda speaks up, standing up from her spot on the ground now that the kanima venom has worn off. “I could hear Steve speaking to something but I didn’t get anything. I think my magic blocked it.”

“I could hear Bucky speaking to me…Bucky!” Steve’s eyes widen before he runs off in the direction Bucky’s supposed to be.

“I don’t have magic though. I don’t understand why nothing happened?” Stiles can’t seem to wrap his head around the situation.

“Maybe you do and you just don’t know it,” Scott says.

Stiles goes to say something before Derek cuts him off, “You can figure it out later. We need to find Y/N.”

“She’s a bit tied up at the moment!” Everyone’s heads turn to look at Kate as she emerges from the house—claws wrapping around Stiles’ throat.

Stiles struggles against Kate’s grip but it only seems to tighten, “You little bitch!”

“That’s not a very nice thing to say.” Kates tuts.

“You’re outnumbered, Kate. We both know it so let Stiles go.” Scott says, trying to subtly move closer to them.

Kate laughs a little to herself, “It’s been years and you have yet to catch me. I think I’ll take my chances.” Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Chris trying to move into a position to get a shot at her. She pulls Stiles closer to her body so that if someone tries to hurt her they hurt him too.

“It’s over, Kate. Any hunters left standing are now gone. They left you.” Derek says, his glowing bright red eyes never leaving her hand around Stiles’ throat.

“Derek, you nev–” she cuts herself off as a cloud of darkness engulfs them.

“What the hell?” Sam mutters. He tries to turn on some lights on his suit to see but they don’t make a difference.

Stiles screams, falling to the ground, as Kate’s grip on his neck is released and something pushes him forward—if anyone asks him later, he will deny that the scream came from him.

“Stiles?!” Scott yells out. He wants to go to him but he doesn’t know where he is. He tries to use his werewolf senses but it’s as if they’ve been dulled. He can’t sense anything.

Almost as quickly as the darkness came, it quickly disappears. As their surroundings become apparent, they notice Stiles standing up from the ground while staring at something in shock in the house that they can’t seem to see.

“What just happened?” Peter asks.

“Sorry about that.” Y/N steps out of the house with a slight limp, her body covered in blood. “I kinda lost control there and I didn’t know how to control it. I didn’t even know I could do it.”

Derek sighs in relief and runs toward Y/N, scooping her up in his arms and pulling her into a tight hug, “Are you okay?”

“My ankle has seen better days but I’ll live,” she murmurs, burying her face into his neck and hugging him just as tight.

“What happened?” Scott asks.

“I got caught in a bear trap and Kate ran off while her little followers tried to kill me so I killed them first.” She pulls away from Derek and raises her hand as she cuts off Scott from trying to say something. “I know. Killing people is bad, but I only killed the ones that I had to, and that just happened to be all of them.”

“So what you’re saying is you robbed me of seeing Thor fight because ‘we don’t want to kill people we don’t have to’ but you went ahead and did it anyways?!” Stiles yells. He doesn’t actually care that Thor stayed behind or that she killed anyone—he’s just in a bit of shock and he doesn’t know how to react to everything. He still doesn’t know how to react to what happened with the Anuk-Ite.

“What happened to Kate?” Isaac asks, moving out from his position in the woods.

Y/N steps into the house and grabs a chain that’s lying on the floor. Yanking harshly on the chain, Kate comes flying out of the house, chains wrapped around her, and lands in front of Stiles. She’s cursing Y/N out but everyone ignores her.

“Where did the chains come from?” Natasha asks.

“I made them,” Y/N smiles proudly.

“What are we going to do with her?” Kira questions.

“I’ve got a few ideas,” Tony says, glaring down at Kate.

“We aren’t going to do anything,” Y/N says, pulling a matchbox out of her pocket and holding it out to Derek, “You are.”

Derek looks at her confused before Chris moves closer to her with a bottle of lighter fluid in his hand, “I told you you didn’t want to know what I got in my bag.”

Y/N grabs the lighter fluid from Chris and pours it on Kate. Kate’s eyes squeeze shut and she sputters as some of it gets in her mouth. Stiles steps back before any of it can get on him—he’s not trying to burn to death too.

“Ready?” Y/N looks at Derek who’s looking at her with so much love in his eyes.

“Always,” Derek says, grabbing the matchbox from Y/N’s hand.

“Make sure the fire stays contained to her and doesn’t set the rest of the woods on fire,” Y/N says, looking around at the Avengers and hoping one of them has the powers to do that.

Derek pulls out a match from the box and lights it on fire. He takes a deep breath, staring at the small flame, and throws the match onto Kate’s body. She screams out in pain as her body starts to burn. They watch as she continues to scream agony before her screams come to an end but her body continues to burn.

As they watch the last of her burn, Steve, Bucky, Peter Hale, and Malia run out of the woods with looks of confusion and fear on their faces.

“What’s going on?” Steve asks, his eyes landing on the fire burning.

“It’s over,” Y/N nods her head at Wanda who extinguishes the fire with her magic, “let’s go home.” She grabs Derek’s hand and starts to walk away from Kate and what’s left of the hunter’s safehouse.

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“How are you feeling?” Tony asks Y/N.

It’s been a week since the fight against Kate, the hunters, and the others. It was a big night for the FBI and sheriff’s offices who arrested all of the hunters that were still alive. Tony made sure to clear all of the dead hunters before the police arrived, even though Sheriff Stilinski and Scott’s dad wouldn’t have questioned it.

Rumors and conspiracies are still circulating online about Y/N, her family, and friends. While Lydia has been keeping up to date with everything, Y/N completely turned off her phone and refused to turn it back on until she figured everything out.

After the big fight, Y/N and Derek went back to their place to relax and take a few days for themselves. The Avengers went back to their lakehouse and have been waiting to hear from Y/N. They understood why she needed time to herself and why she turned her phone off but Tony’s eyes never left his phone hoping she’d reach out. When she finally texted and asked to meet at the lakehouse, he nearly fell running down the stairs to tell everyone.

“I’m fine,” Y/N gives him a small smile. She doesn’t want to go into all of her current feelings or else they’d be here for a few days. She’s currently sitting on a sofa in the middle of the Avenger’s lakehouse with Derek to her right and the Avengers spread out around them.

“Whatever you want to do, we understand.” Wanda blurts out. “This has been really confusing us but it’s definitely been more confusing for you.” Wanda sat everyone down the night before and gave them a stern talking to about how they can’t control Y/N and they can’t force her to do anything that she doesn’t want to.

“This has been a little more than just confusing, but I’ve done some thinking and I know what I want to do,” Y/N says as Derek places a hand on her thigh in comfort. “I do want a relationship with you.”

“Really?” Peter asks, smiling like he just won a big prize.

“Yes, but I’m not abandoning Beacon Hills and I’m not abandoning my family here.”

“That sounds pretty reasonable,” Bruce says.

“I also just need you to be patient with me. This is a lot and I can’t promise that there won’t be days where I lock myself away and have to get away from everything. I also can’t promise that within a week we’re all going to be super close or anything. We’re all strangers to each other. Yes, you knew me when I was really little and I get glimpses of memories, or sometimes things feel familiar, but we are all completely different people now.”

“We understand,” Steve gives her a small smile of reassurance.

“Thank you. Also, one more thing,” Y/N looks directly at Bucky, “Derek means everything to me, and his place in my life is not allowed to be questioned or anything.”

Bucky huffs in slight annoyance, “I won’t say anything…anymore.”

Y/N smiles in relief, “Great. Now we just have to do the hard part.”

“What’s that?” Tony questions.

“Making a public statement.”

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Dozens of journalists and photographers are waiting patiently for the Avengers press conference to start. They already know what it’s about since it’s being held in front of the sheriff’s station in Beacon Hills.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Derek asks. He and Y/N are currently sitting in her dad’s office with Tony, Peter, Stiles, and the sheriff himself.

“Yeah, I just want to get this over with before Lydia tells me about another conspiracy about how I’m lying for money because my boyfriend’s money has started to run dry due to my ‘spending issue.’” Y/N rolls her eyes. Those aren’t even the worst of it but Lydia refuses to tell her about those.

“And you’re sure you don’t want me up there with you?” Tony questions.

“If you’re up there with me, it will look like I’m choosing the Avengers over my family here.”

Tony tries not to flinch at her calling them the Avengers and not her family too. It will take some getting used to but he doesn’t want to run her off by forcing her to talk about them exactly like the family she grew up with.

“But you want us to go up with you?” Stiles points between himself and Peter.

“You’re both around my age. It shows that you’ve confirmed my identity with at least one Avenger up there, but it also shows that I’m not abandoning my Beacon Hills family with you up there. People are also less likely to say things about you two than Tony and Dad.”

Lydia opens the office door before Stiles can reply, “Y/N, they’re ready.”

Y/N huffs, standing up and looking at both Stiles and Peter, “Let’s get this over with so I can home and take a nap.”

“A nap?” Peter questions.

“Well I plan on doing something else too but I’m sparing the others in the room from hearing about it.” She glances over at Tony and the sheriff.

“That’s already more than I want to hear,” Tony says, frowning while looking between Y/N and Derek. They promised not to say anything about their relationship and Derek has proven to be a good boyfriend to her, but he doesn’t want to hear about what they do.

Y/N places a quick kiss on Derek’s lips before walking out of the room with Stiles and Peter trailing behind her. She walks out of the sheriff’s station and walks onto the little stage they have set up. The crowd turns silent as she steps up to the podium as Stiles and Peter stand silently behind her.

Y/N clears her throat and looks out at the crowd of people and cameras, “Hi. There’s been a lot of speculation and rumors about who I am so I’m here to clear a few things up. My name is Y/N Stilinski, but you may also know me by my other name, Y/N Stark.”

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Hello! I figured I would write this here instead of on the epilogue. Thank you all so much for supporting my work and for all the kind messages you've sent me! Even if you haven't commented or liked any of my posts, thank you reading my work! I started writing this as a way to get back into writing. My dream has always been to write a book but my parents preferred me in sports than me doing my artistic ventures. Over a year ago, I decided to back into writing but I felt like I needed some feedback that wasn't my own so I started posting this. It's definitely far from perfect but I did enjoy writing it and I'm glad that so many people enjoyed reading it! My writing has a long way to go but thank you for being on this journey with me! Like my note at the top says, the epilogue will be posted tomorrow. I was also thinking of writing a bonus chapter with some smut if anyone would be interested in that! I hope y'all are doing well and I appreciate every single one of you!

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[jinxquickfoot]

I'm rewatching Infinity War and I want to address one of the key criticisms I hear of it which is: Steve: We don't trade lives, Vision. Also Steve: *takes the fight to Wakanda where a lot of Wakandans die* First point - even if they had destroyed the Stone when Vision first suggests it, the army would have no way of knowing that. They would have come for it anyway. Or even if they did know it was gone, Thanos surely would have sent them to Earth anyway for vengeance. Point is - Earth is getting attacked either way. Wakanda has the best defenses and weaponry in the world. Not to mention that Steve didn't just rock up and start fighting and force everyone else to get on board - T'Challa agreed to make the stand against Thanos there, even knowing the risks to his people.

Second - it's a thematically sound choice. Throughout the entire movie, we see that the good guys aren't willing to sacrifice love for the big picture. Loki won't let Thor die, Wanda and Team Cap won't let Vision sacrifice himself, Gamora can't bear to see Nebula tortured. The only person who is willing to make that personal sacrifice for 'the greater good' is Thanos. He thinks big picture only. The ends totally justify the means. What does one small life matter if he's saving the universe, even if that person is someone he 'loves'? And then we get Stephen and Tony. Even after declaring that he will let Tony or Peter die before handing over the Time Stone, Stephen realizes the value of one life - Tony's life - because it's the one life that will make all the difference in the end. Yes, it's important to keep the end goals and the greater good in mind, but we can't do that by bringing untold harm and suffering to individuals. The Avengers win because they're not Thanos.

[randomshyperson]

So I finally watched The Marvels.

~SPOILERS AHEAD~

They missed the opportunity to actually say Wanda's name but it's totally fine 'cause this is not about her, but also, excuse me Miss Rambeau??? Monica is that powerful now and all because she visited Wanda's little Sims city a couple of times, like what? I love it. That old theory that Wanda was the one who gave Pietro's power is coming back stronger now

I strongly believe misogyny and racism are behind the flop of this movie, I had an amazing time watching it, whole thing was genuinely funny with relevant marvel lore and characters plots (the aliens are still fighting each other and blaming humans, but hey, colonialism and exploit of resources are the main reason we have to protect planets). Everyone loves when Peter Quill explores the galaxy but if three women do the same it's suddenly a problem.

A lot of people saying how tired they are of Marvel, were only tired of women doing the Marvel formula, don't believe those haters. Just like every other Marvel project, we have the hero journey and their blockbusters cliches, a lot of visual effects and jokes, LIKE EVERY OTHER MARVEL PROJECT, but sure, let's blame the girls for the failure. To me, it was really refreshing just to see women having fun and supporting each other and throwing little energy balls every now and then.

Also, the fact that Princess Carol is a fucking Star now? Pretty sure that got her killed in the What if series but good to know she's more powerful than that.

Kamala is the star of this movie, she's so funny and charming but also Monica and Carol angst got me crying and it was not enough!! I need more of their pain

I almost forgot, Miss Carol Danvers is all by herself in space just using a god damn TORTURE DEVICE to try to get her memories back, EXCUSE ME??? Someone gives this woman a hug, or idk, sent her to therapy with Bucky cause jesus Christ that's not healthy lady.

For the things I didn't like, the rhythm for sure. Such a quick movie, a lot of things happening, one minute I was crying the next I was giggling then crying again and then thinking about politics like slow down a little. I wanna digest the dialogues for a second.

THE SINGING PLANET I CANNOT-

Really funny movie, kamala's parents, the cats, everything was so easy going and cheerful even with the little angst moments, I had such a good time.

The best thing about this movie, as fanfic writer who gets truly frustrated with plot holes and stuff like that, it's that I will be able to watch it again. Movies from the first phases I used to love before I start writing, I can no longer enjoy the same 'cause I keep seeing how they don't make a fucking sense or have unbearable characters storylines and personality changes (yes I'm talking about Civil War and Age of Ultron or Ultimate, maybe STEVE ROGERS LEAVING BUCKY in a specific matter). This and also the fact they lack all kinds of minorities. Doctor Strange had like 2 women in the cast?? And don't even get me started on talking about what the sequel did to Wanda's character development.

The Marvels, Ragnarok, Black Widow, Captain Marvel, Captain America (1&2), Infinity War and Guardians of The Galaxy (all three), Black Panther (both), Ten Rings, Eternals, are still the only Marvel movies I actually enjoy rewatching, because they are projects that respect the characters established personalities and history and for origins ones like Eternals or Ten Rings, they are simply fun, what a crime for a movie to be just fun huh

All of the shows are worth rewatching (even Fury's one that I hated it), 'cause they were given time to develop into stuff and as a writer there's a lot for us to work it.

Btw, I'm not talking about Kate Bishop'cause I'm simply unable to process my happiness over seeing her again. I do think I might have a stroke once Yelena is back.