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[cassercole]

the one with the surprise

SHIP: MUCKANE FAM FEELS ( MUCKANE ) RATING: TEEN WORD COUNT: 812 PROMPT: @whindsor​ requested Oh man you KNOW I need a ficlet for Bucky’s birthday TAGGING: WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST? // send me prompts!

Mika let herself into the apartment, which, to anyone who didn’t know any better, seemed empty. Though she was plenty aware of the paranoid, teenage ex-Hydra super soldier who was lurking just behind the closed bedroom door. Even if Jane could tell that it was Mika based on the weight of her feet against the floor, Mika still called out to her. She could use the help any way.

“Why does that pie have candles on it?” Jane asked as she stepped out from behind the door. Grinning, Mika continued to push the brightly colored candles into the apple pie. She wasn’t sure how old Bucky was really turning, but she figured an entire package would suffice. 

“Because it’s for Bucky’s birthday.” she explained simply, eyes sparkling as she glanced to the younger girl. Only faltering a moment after it became clear that Jane had no idea what she was talking about, “You do know what birthdays are, right?” she asked carefully. Sometimes there were such obvious things that Jane had missed over the years that Mika didn’t even think about until they were happening. Like birthdays. But Jane fixed her with a rather teenage-esque unamused look,

“I know what birthdays are. It’s the day you were born.” she relaxed a bit, feeling better she didn’t have to explain it, “But,” maybe she relaxed too soon, “why are you setting that pie on fire?” Jane’s brow furrowed a bit, “That seems...mean.” While she knew there were a lot of things she missed out on, thanks to being raised in Hydra, this didn’t seem like something Mika would do intentionally. 

“No, honey, we light the candles, then he blows them out and makes a wish.” she gestured with her hands.  

“Why?” her brow furrowed even more. She shrugged, not really knowing the reasoning behind the tradition, but knowing that it was something that was always done. 

“Just as a way to put a good intention for the next year of your life. You can wish for whatever you want: money, happiness, something specific.” she shrugged again, remembering her past birthday wishes ranging from her childhood ones to the more adult ones she had made more recently.

“Do they come true?” she smiled a bit to herself before looking over to Jane,

“Sometimes.” then her face grew mock-serious, “But you can’t tell anyone,” she pointed a warning finger at the teen, “or else it won’t.” Jane’s eyes widened a bit and she stood up straighter, nodding once. 

“I understand.” Mika laughed a little at how seriously she was taking the advice. Jane would probably never tell anyone her wish, or make sure Bucky never told anyone his wish. Reaching into the bag she had brought with her, she tossed two rolls of streamers to the girl, who caught them easily and started to inspect them.

“Okay, now, help me decorate before Bucky gets home.” Again, Jane’s brow furrowed in confusion, 

“Why?” Mika placed her hands on the counter, leaning forward a bit and giving her a smile, 

“Because we’re gonna have a birthday party.” her eyes widened at the words birthday party, having consumed enough modern media to understand what it meant. 

“You really get to have a party on your birthday?” she breathed out, thinking it was only a fictional television thing like proms or late night diners. 

“Of course!” Mika cheered excitedly, “We’ll have one for you too. When’s your birthday?” the younger girl looked off to the side, chewing on her bottom lip for a moment then shaking her head, 

“I don’t know.” she responded quietly, trying to remember anything of the sort. But there was nothing there. Honestly, she had no idea when she was born. And it wasn’t like Hydra was big on celebrating birthdays anyhow. She hadn’t even seen a cake before Mika brought one over for her to try. Mika faltered for a moment, never liking to be reminded of all the bad that Jane had gone through, but then pulled herself together.

“Then, pick a day. Whichever day you like.” she let the girl think to herself for a moment, waiting expectantly, only to be met with,

“Today?” Jane raised her shoulders up, coming up with the first date she could think of. That, and there was already a party happening. It could be her party too. 

“Well, today’s already Bucky’s birthday,” she went back into the bag to start pulling out other party decorations, “And, trust me, you don’t want to share your birthday.” 

“...Tomorrow then.” she lifted her chin up rather defiantly. That way she could have pie today, and cake tomorrow. Double the dessert and double the parties. Mika let out a light laugh, shaking her head.

“Alright, fine.” she conceded, deciding it wasn’t worth the fight, “Now, help me decorate before Bucky gets home. We don’t want him to walk in on the surprise.” she batted the balloons she had blown up earlier toward her, which Jane expertly dodged. 

“You can’t surprise him, though.” she gave Mika an unamused look, who responded with a mischievous one of her own. 

“Oh, we will.” And, surprisingly, they did. 

Bucky hadn’t celebrated a birthday in a long time, but he was certain he would be celebrating every single one from then on. If only because Jane had declared that her birthday would be the day after, so they could have two days worth of desserts and gifts. Fine by him. 

[charming-mage]

The Search For Marinette Dupain-Cheng

This is my take on my prompt The Search For Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

You know, I always wondered about Marinette taking care of Akumas while overseas. If she takes too long, she’ll scare her loved ones half to death. Can’t rush too much or else she risks losing her miraculous because of it. Since no one is aware of her identity, she doesn’t have anyone to cover for her.  Friends who are unaware of the truth will cover her for so long before they have to fess up.

In salt fics, the class usually doesn’t care where Marinette is on Gotham trips. Here, they give a shit.

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In which Lila messes with some signs and Marinette gets lost when she comes back late (via Kaalki) after dealing with an Akuma attack in France. 

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The two week school field trip in Tokyo was supposed to be an enjoyable experience. There’s booked reservations at classy restaurants, a fancy hotel with a big pool, shows, and tours throughout Tokyo. Lila is most looking forward to the fashion expo. If she doesn’t do something soon, it looks like she’ll miss out on that too. Marinette been missing for two days and Lila is already sick of it. 

All because she miscalculated in a spur of the moment plan.

“Marinetteeee! Where are you,” shouts a crying Alya. The girl spots a few tourists and shoves a flier in their faces. Nino joins in with his own fliers. “Have you seen my friend Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Cutest French girl you’ve ever seen with a heart of gold. So kind she’d innocently help a stranger, unaware they’re a bad guy.” The tourists each give a half hearted ‘no’ before speed walking away.

“Walk faster Lila! Marinette can be anywhere.”

Lila puts on a concerned mask. “Of course.”

All this time wasted just because she moved some signs. 

She hadn’t meant for Marinette to go missing. Only to buy some time so she can guilt trip Adrien to be her partner for the fashion expo. 

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The day before, the class went to a big nature park. It’s notable for its many trails. The deeper you went into the park, the denser the trees are. They all partnered up and to her dismay she got Nathaniel instead of Adrien. The best thing about the artist is that he gets so into drawing the sights he doesn’t notice when she wanders off. It gave her more time to plot how to switch partners with the least amount of fuss.

During one of her secret plotting sessions, she heard a very loud conversation farther down the trail she’s on. Rose shouts for Marinette to not split up, and Marinette screams back a blatant lie about wanting to see a moose in the Relaxation Trial. Also to not expect her for forty minutes. Total hypocrite this girl is. ‘We can only be friends if you stop lying.’ Sure, and it’s okay for only Marinette to lie. Everyone else who does so is bad. Can’t even tell Rose you honestly want to ditch her.

When Lila noticed the Relaxation Trail sign nearby, an idea formed in her head. She ducked into a bush to hide. When Marinette ran into the trail and her map fell out of her bag Lila burst into action. 

It took a little adjustment to the multiple sign post. It wasn’t too hard as the signs on the pole were already a little loose. Just needed to switch the sign that led back to the meetup with the Reflection Trial sign. According to the map, the Reflection one is a winding trial leading to a dead end. Marinette would be forced to walk all the back as the park employees told them it’s easy to get lost if you go off the trial. Aside from putting some sticks on the map, it was left mostly alone as she wanted her rival to use it to get back to base. She may not have liked Marinette, but she didn’t want anything horrible to happen to her.

By the time it got dark, Marinette still hadn’t gotten back to the meetup point. Forty minutes had already flown by. Lila hadn’t noticed as she was trying to convince Adrien to switch partners and tell everyone it was his idea. If Marinette was here the noisy girl would have interfered. 

Rose’s cry of alarm got the others to find out Marinette was missing. The goodie two shoes wasn’t answering Rose’s calls. A quick check near the Relaxation Trial sign revealed Marinette’s map had flown into a bush.

The field trip went downhill from there. 

The police were called. Afterwards, it’s discovered the cameras in that area were down much to Lila’s relief. Even though she feels a bit responsible, she’s not admitting to anything. Even if she did confess, it’s not like it’ll help the police. Doing so will get her in huge trouble and gain scrutiny in her actions from then on. How will telling what she did help find Marinette? It’d be for nothing.

When it comes down to it, Lila’s self preservation is above Marinette’s well being.

Some good fun will keep her mind from unpleasant things. Too bad no one besides Lila is interested in the scheduled events. This is a vacation, so going to a few events is a must. The class just want to spend time searching for Marinette. The transfer student wouldn’t have minded hanging up missing posters or spreading the word. This class takes it to another level.

Every waking moment is spent looking for Marinette. Breaks become a treasured time. They walk many miles each day. Max posts missing posters in Japanese forums. Alya bothers the police for updates. Adrien even got Chole (who stayed in Paris) to pull some strings to get more attention in the local news.

Because of Marinette’s disappearance, they have to stay in groups of at least three. No exceptions. So if Lila wants to do anything, she needs to convince any group she’s in to go with her.

It’s more challenging than expected.

Day 5

"Hey guys, why don’t we take our break inside the museum we were supposed to go to? It has air conditioning and we can look at some stuff for a bit while we’re sitting down.”

“Sorry Lila, I’m not in the mood to admire art.”

“I agree with Nathaniel. Just doesn’t feel right.”

Day 8

“Let’s go on the sightseeing tour. We can look for Marinette while we’re on it.”

“No thanks.”

“Nah, a taxi is better as we can choose where to drive.”

Day 10

“.....my leg injury is acting up. It’s okay to leave me here. I don’t mind.”

“No way Lila. We’re not leaving you alone on a bench outside Universal Studios. What if we lose you too?”

“.............”

Day 11

Lila has had it with these people. Reservations and events have been canceled. Solemn, awkward moping. Refusal to do anything but looking for Marinette. The only event left is the one she’s been most looking forward to: the fashion expo. Through some maneuvering and sneakiness, no one remembered to cancel the expo tickets.

There’s no way in hell she wants to miss this event: a lecture by Edna Mode herself. There’s rumors circling the fashion industry the famous designer is going to explore a new clothing line. Along with finding a muse for it.

The previous class activities can be let go without much struggle. Not this one, though. This could be the golden ticket to a very prestigious job. Even more than being a Gabriel model.

There’s a chance things might go right this time. The group is filled by pushovers Adrien, Rose, and Juleka. As long as she stays firm, they’ll go along with her plan.

With the directions in mind, Lila manages to slyly maneuver the group to walk outside Tokyo Big Sight. The sight of the Edna Mode banners hanging outside the arena fills her with excitement.

Lila coughs for their attention. “Guys, it’s time for our lunch break. We need the energy to keep this up.”

Rose reluctantly says, “Oh you’re right Lila. Can you pass out our lunches please?” 

“Sure thing.” She reaches into the bag and whoops. There’s conveniently no lunch bags in there. “Oh no guys, there’s only water bottles in here.”

“It’s okay Lila, we can buy some food nearby.” Rose digs out her phone. “Hmm... I think there’s a cheap fast food place nearby.”

“There’s no need to look far. We can just go into the expo. They have to have some food near the entrance.”

There’s silence at her words.

Juleka narrows her eyes. “Why do I feel you just want to go to the expo?”

Lila is surprised Juleka of all people is calling her out. “No, no. It’s just, why walk more when there’s food right here.”

“Lila, do you not care about finding Marinette?,” a sad Rose asks.

“How could you say that? Of course I do! We worked so hard and we deserve a break. Marinette would understand.”

Rose snaps. “Understand? Every minute counts! We might never see Marinette ever again. She could be injured and alone, kidnapped, or worse! If one of us was missing, she wouldn’t give up.”

The fire in Rose’s eyes startles Lila. Never thought she’d see the bubbly girl break her happy persona. 

“No one said anything about giving up. Besides, the police are looking-”

“That doesn’t mean we should sit by and do nothing.” Rose tears up. “It’s my fault Marinette is gone. If I didn’t let her run off on her own, she would still be here.”

Juleka gives a comforting hug to Rose. 

Adrien speaks up. “I know you don’t like Marinette, but I never thought you would sink so low. It’s one thing if you’re not interested in helping. It’s another to actively interfere in something our friends care about.”

“I d-d-o care. We can pick up search after we eat.” It’s not like Lila wanted to prevent them from searching for Marinette. Ms. Bustier has forbidden anyone from being on their own. So she needed someone to be with her in order to do something. 

Lila spent so much time reassuring them, they missed the lecture.

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“---Breaking News! A French teenager stopped a missile launch by terrorists. Marinette Dupain-Cheng went missing during her class’ field trip. Miraculously, she disabled their base of operations, rescued a Princess, fought against pirates, escaped on the back of a deer, got their leader to surrender to the authorities-”

“That’s our every day Ladybug.” Alya hugs the TV with tears of joy. “Obviously she’d save the day while missing.” The reporter actually hissed when a stranger tried to tell her to stop hogging the TV. No one attempted removing her after that.

Since Ms. Bustier is currently with the police to bring Marinette back, there’s no one to reign in the partying classmates. Alix somehow convinced the hotel to give them a big complementary celebration cake. 

The only person not celebrating is an angry Lila. Glaring at her phone, the headlines riles her up every time she sees it.

Edna Mode’s First Baby Fashion Line

The Inspiration Behind the New Designs

“My godson is my inspiration-”

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Jack-Jack is Edna’s muse. Lol.

To save you a google search, this park mentioned in this fic is made up. It’s based on a bunch nature parks I’ve been to before. Tokyo does have parks and nature trials, though. In case you missed it, an attack happened in the late afternoon and Marinette got back at night (when it got dark) in Japan Standard Time. Keep in mind there is a 8 hour difference between these countries.

With this completed, I can finish chapter two of Dupont’s Worst Nightmare. :)

[hyperionswrath--archived]

7; 26; 35!

7. Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time There is no such thing as "wasted time" in the life of Seifer Almasy. If you'd ask him, anything and everything he does has a purpose. Catch him dozing with his feet perched up a table? Hell, he had a long shift! See him idly sitting at the pier fishing? Well, it's healthy to eat fresh fish! It's one of his primary traits that he always thinks what he does, says and thinks is important, so even if he ends up spending time with other Glaives in a pub getting drunk he'd have a solid explanation at hand. 26. Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t work out? Seifer used to be a person with big dreams that he boasted about. And he followed what he believed was the path to fulfilling those dreams. After the disastrous outcome of his endeavors, however, he never spoke of the future again. Mind you, he'd never let on he feels like he has no perspective, he'd rather bite off and eat his own tongue, but ever since the war ended, he lived from day to day, drowning the memories in alcohol and other things. He probably wished he had made some plans in case things went south, but as it were, his entire life simply crashed and shattered around him, at a very young age. So color him disillusioned nowadays. 35. What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time? As mentioned before he'd never consider anything he does a waste of time. However, he enjoys reading (preferably novels), fishing, and camping.

[petite-neko]

If you're doing the writers meme, can you answer questions #7, 21, 32, and 33?

Writers Meme:

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Oh god you’re making me read through my shit? I can’t really say I HAVE a favourite, to be honest - but I’ll go through my one-shots because I’m NOT going through 25 chapters xD

Okay Imma pick ‘Dots’ Mostly because I find the whole situation hilarious as fuck, since the ended was so damn spontaneous it was just. I died laughing for a solid five minutes. If I hadn’t gotten up to eat, it wouldn’t have ended that way xD But yes that’s the reason I picked this one, was because I just enjoyed how the ending came out. And with all of my stories being relatively new I haven’t really come up with a favourite. Over time, I probably will but right now I’m just enjoying writing stuff out!

(Here you go)

“It was such a generic phrase tattooed onto the rubber-man’s arm Law almost felt bad for the kid. Just how was one supposed to find their soul mate when their soul mate thought something everybody would think upon meeting a person as infamous as he was?

(Even he thought something along those lines.)

Law didn’t give it, or the tattoo much thought though after that and the only reason he noticed it was that his arm was burned and injured right around that area.

Idly he wondered what would happen if that tattoo got injured or scarred. He couldn’t recall hearing anything about that. Would the tattoo heal back? Would it be forever mutilated? What about dismemberment? Would the tattoo manifest on the other arm or another place if arms weren’t available?

… He should be concentrating on the surgery, not this stupid bullshit about soul mates.”

21. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

My writing process is like this: I make my draft. Sometimes it’s hand written, sometimes it’s on my phone. I usually read it over and I might do minor edits (or major if I totally screwed something up)

Next: I type up my story. Here it goes through massive edits typically. I’ll completely rephrase things, make things more or less emotionally charged as required, etc.

Then I’ll read it over, once to just read it over, and secondly to look for typos. (Proof reading) And I might add or rephrase things as well. (Usually problem areas, or areas I decided that I need lots of details)

And IF I had a lot of editing during this section, I’ll do another final proof read to ensure there’s no typos and things are phrased well.

So I typically do two to three edits.

32. How do you feel about smut?

Depends on the pairing to be honest! I enjoy reading and writing it if I see/wanna see it for that pairing. (For One Piece for example: Zosan? Sure, why not. Lawlu? I’m kinda picky with it but I’m open to it and enjoy it. Zolu? Nope. No smut for that.)

33. How do you feel about crack?

I usually don’t write it but if I’m in the mood for it I’ll read it. There will be the odd time I’ll write it - and typically it’ll be for a friend/talked about with a friend and I feel like writing out the ideas.

[scimitxr]

🌼 as a friend

Send an emoji and I’ll describe what my muse would be like…         (( ACCEPTING ))

🌼 as a friend

// OKAY FIRST OFF– Cateline has never been comfortable with opening up to anyone despite her cocky and confident demeanor.

But you know, if you get her to trust you and befriend you, then she will most likely protect you from any threat, be somehow sassy and still being an annoying brat. But meaning no harm or threat to the other. Of course she won’t stab you or steal from you (Unless it’s a prank or something) But overall it takes a long time for her to trust someone on a personal level.

Not to mention that she is a female and might display more vulnerability around people she opens up to, there is a bunch of angst on her life so if you wanna befriend her–

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED //

[the-shy-fox]

4,6,12,38,100,150 please and thank you 😙

4. Are you easy to get along with?

Absolutely. I'm somewhat shy when meeting new people so I can come off very easy going or light. But once I become comfortable with someone I definitely pick up the pace. I'm less concerned with accidentally offending or making so-and-so uncomfortable because I've learned what to avoid or what's "off limits." I'm fairly accommodating as a friend, I guess? My friends would probably say I can definitely be a bit annoying or needy/whiney though too, haha.

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

Hmm... I am attracted to people who can make me laugh and smile. I know it's a pretty basic thing, but it's something I don't really do a lot? So I like it when someone managed to get that out of me. I like people who I have things in common with, whether it be in video games, art, writing or music. It can literally be as little as one tiny thing out of hundreds. All I really need is one connection to keep me looking in that persons direction. I'm attracted to people who are content with the little things of everyday life and some how find a way to make them much more than what I myself perceive them to be. I like someone who makes me think more about myself and life.

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

I answered this before but I was super bummed out when I did. So. Lemme update that with new ones:

eScape by Masayoshi Soken

Madam Director by Griffin McElroy

I May Fall (feat. Casey Lee Williams) by Jeff Williams

Alchemy by Girls Dead Monster

All Falls Down (feat. Noah Cyrus & Digital) by Alan Walker

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

Answered 😁

100. How are you feeling?

Very very good. A few nights ago I was super down. Mainly because I myself created that atmosphere, and then I did some backtracking and dug myself deeper into the depression hole. Was not good. Made it worse by playing super sad music. But in much better now. Brother's wedding is this weekend. Super nervous but so excited.

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page to 42, what's the first line on the page?

"To be greeted with stares and whispers, to suffer violence and insult on the street, to see mistrust and fear in every eye: this is the lot of the tiefling." - Dungeons and Dragons Player's Handbook

Ask me more at: Put A Number In My Ask

[cassercole]

the one where times change

SHIP: KITTY FRANKLIN / BUCKY BARNES ( KICKY ) RATING: TEEN WORD COUNT: 918 PROMPT: @whindsor​ requested: so apparently it's a thing for women to propose on leap day so you know i need a leap day ficlet please TAGGING: WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST? // send me prompts!

Things were different now. The world was different. They were different. Their dynamic had changed since the Headspace. Mostly because of what had happened to them once they left. Who they had become, who they had been forced to turn into. But the one thing that had stayed constant was their feelings for the other. That was probably the realest thing in their fictional reality. 

And while it took Bucky a few years to find his again, Kitty had never let hers go. She had always loved Bucky, and always would. She was patient in her love, like she had been in the Headspace, giving Bucky all the time he needed to fall in love with her again. She had waited this long for him, she could wait a little more. 

Their little farmhouse in Wakanda was nothing like their brownstone in Brooklyn, or the apartment in Bucharest, but it was home. A real home. A safe home. Somewhere they could be together without fearing unknown threats. And it was real. That was always the best part, remembering it was all real. Kitty was really there making him breakfast in the morning. Bucky was really there on the porch, reading one of the many books that littered their home. Each touch was real, each kiss, each look. Their love was real. They were real. 

The ring that was nestled inside the velvet box was real. The sunlight glinting off the smooth gold band. Kitty traced her finger around the metal, remembering the last time they had exchanged rings. Made a promise to each other. To be husband and wife until death parted them. But it didn’t matter; it wasn’t real. This time, it was going to be real. 

“Kitty, did you find it?” Bucky called from the other room. She snapped the box shut and slipped it into the pocket of her dress, then grabbed the thing she had come into the bedroom for. Exiting the room, she found Bucky loading up a small bag with snacks and drinks for them. It was one of the first nice days of spring and the two had a picnic planned by the river. She waved the novel he had been reading to her, indicating that she had indeed found it. He leaned over to kiss her cheek, then maneuvered the satchel so it was laying comfortably over his stump, which allowed for his other hand to be free to hold hers. 

They settled themselves under a tree where there was enough shade to hide them from the Wakandan sun but not make them cold. Far enough away from the river so Kitty wouldn’t worry about anything happening, but close enough that they could hear the water running. With Bucky’s attention on setting up the board of snacks how Kitty liked them, she slipped her hand into her pocket to pull out the small box. 

“James,” she got his attention, still the only one he’d ever allow to call him by the name. She took in a deep breath, building up the courage to ask him such an important question. He glanced at her with raised eyebrows, silently wondering what she wanted, “Last time, you asked me.” she started slowly, “And it was one of the best days of my life,” her face broke out into a happy smile at the memory of Bucky taking her on a picnic similar to the one they were on currently, then surprising her with a ring and a marriage proposal, “So…” she trailed off for a moment, running her thumb over the top of the velvet box. Bucky’s eyes dropped down at the motion, his posture suddenly straightening at the sight of the box, “James Buchanan Barnes,” she opened the box to show him the band, “will you marry me? For real?” she asked with a bit of clarification. She bit her bottom lip as she usually did whenever she was nervously excited, waiting for Bucky’s answer. 

“I thought...I was supposed to ask you.” his eyes glanced from the ring to her face, squinting one eye shut and tilting his head to the side. She pulled her shoulders up and giggled a bit, 

“Times change, James.” she responded, then raised her eyebrows up, “Will you?” she repeated herself, trying not to get nervous about his lack of an answer. He blinked, then did it again, then again, laughing a bit as he did, 

“Of course, kitten, of course I’ll marry you.” he grinned at her, prepared for her squeal of delight that was quickly followed by her tackle hugging him to the ground. She pressed a searing kiss to his lips, which he returned as eagerly as he could. 

With as much focus as a trained assassin, she slipped the gold band onto his ring finger. It was simple, not as gaudy as the engagement ring he had given her in the Headspace, but it was perfect for him. Still inscribed with the same phrase that had been engraved on their original wedding bands: but for love. A promise that extended from the Headspace, into their reality. Forever.  

“I love you, James.” she whispered mere inches from his face. 

“I love you too.” he brushed back a piece of her hair that had escaped from her ponytail, catching sight of the new hardware on his finger. Something he’d wear proudly. He was hers. Always and forever. She grinned at him, then dove in for another kiss. 

Times had changed, but this was real.

[cassercole]

the one with the costume

SHIP: Q PROCTOR / STEVE ROGERS ( QUEVE ) RATING: TEEN WORD COUNT: 702 PROMPT: @whindsor​ requested a Halloween fic!  TAGGING: (permanent tag list): @whindsor​ @hrhatbat​ @fraysquake​ @sgtbuckyybarnes​ @elenacarinandherfandoms​ @chuck-hansens​ @luucypevensie​ @mystic-scripture​ @perfectlystiles​ @allaboutocs​ @anotherunreadblog​ @witchofinterest​ @hvproductions​ @heirsoflilith​ (WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST?)

Of course they were having a Halloween party. After everything they had been through and done, they deserved to take part in all the normal things they had missed out on throughout the years. Which meant: Halloween party. 

And with both Bonnie and Tristan out for the night at their own parties -- that ended in sleepovers, Steve and Q had the house to themselves. Meaning they could really get down. 

The party had been planned months prior. Invites had been sent out and RSVPs were received back. Ironic food had been made and ordered, the bar cart was double stocked and the playlist was set. The house on the hill had been turned into a spooky haunted house, complete with lights and spiderwebs all up the driveway so their guests could understand what they were getting into. And it wasn’t just the former Avengers attending, oh no, there were parents of their kids’ friends who only knew Steve and Q as the parents they now were. Despite all the decorations and jump scares planted around the house, merging their two friend groups had to be the scariest thing happening that night.   

Dressed as Julia Roberts’ character from Pretty Woman, Q flitted around the house to make sure everyone was taken care of while also holding various conversations. She talked with Sam about a mission he, Bucky and Sharon had came back from a few weeks prior, to Caroline about carpool for Bonnie’s next track meet, and made sure to top off John’s drink (the Witch’s Brew).

When she made her way into the kitchen, she found a couple of their friends talking while Steve set out more “finger” foods on a plate. One of the women -- the mother of someone in Tristan’s band, commented on another person’s cop costume -- the husband of someone on Steve’s dodgeball team,

“Nice cop uniform.” she commented appreciatively with a raise of her cup. The man glanced down and then gave her a proud smile,

“Thanks, yeah, from my rookie days. Still fits.” he nodded to her compliment. At that moment, Steve leaned out from where he had been standing to chime in,

“Mine too.” he agreed without thinking. The others in the kitchen looked over to him, seeing him in his World War II uniform that Q had dug out of one of the many boxes in storage. At the sight of it, the cop’s brow furrowed,

“Isn’t that from World War Two?” he asked with a point of his finger. Steve’s mouth opened slightly at the question, momentarily forgetting that he wasn’t in the presence of people who knew his whole story. Not knowing how to respond, Steve just blinked at him, letting the question hang in the air for a moment. 

“He’s joking.” Q replied with a roll of her eyes and pulling the attention away from Steve, “We found that at a Goodwill like years ago.” she added with a wave of her hand, “He wishes he could be as cool as all those World War Two soldiers.” she continued to tease him, sending him a knowing look while the other guests laughed. He mouthed a quick thank you before picking up the platter he was filling up and stepping over to her. 

Quickly leaning in to kiss her cheek, he allowed himself to murmur a quiet, “I owe you.” 

“Mhm, you sure do.” she agreed with a small smirk, “Told you, you should’ve just dressed up as my Richard Gere.” he rolled his eyes.

“But that’s so boring.” he complained and then heaved a sigh. She laughed a little, taking the tray from his hands, 

“But also very hot.” she raised her eyebrows at him and he matched her expression,

“Are you telling me this,” he gestured to himself, “isn’t doing it for you.” she tried not to smile at him, shifting her grip on the tray before answering him,

“Nope. Just reminds me that you actually fought in World War Two.” she turned as she continued her teasing insult, “And how old you really are.” she finished with a smirk over her shoulder. He gave her an unamused look, ignoring her wink as she walked away from him.

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the one where he tries

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For the past few days, he had thought about how to broach the subject. It wasn’t one that should be taken lightly. Nor did he know if she even wanted to talk about it, or even remembered it for that matter. He knew the latter was a stupid thought; she remembered everything, unlike him. But there was a feeling, deep in his stomach, that he owed her an apology of some sort. 

Not because he had done anything to her -- no that was all Hydra’s doing. But because of what he hadn’t done. There was a promise he vaguely remembered making her: I’m going to get you out here. Though he wasn’t sure if he really made it or if it was something he had said in the Headspace. Still, it was nagging him. Like Kitty used to whenever he hadn’t put his socks in the laundry hamper. 

“I’m sorry.” he ended up blurting out unceremoniously. She looked up from the book she had been reading at the table, a small smile on her face. 

“For what?” she asked, not understanding the sudden apology he was giving her. Damnit. He returned to the chair he had already gotten up from, her eyes following him as he moved to sit.

“I didn’t...I didn’t keep my promise.” he explained a bit more, “I’m sorry for what Hydra did to you.” The smile slowly fell off her face, sinking just as the rock in his stomach was. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Still, he wanted to get his point across, “None of that should’ve happened to you.” her gaze shifted away from him at that, returning to the book in her hands, but he knew she wasn’t really reading it. 

“Katherine--” he tried to continue his apology, but she cut him off, 

“It’s over. It’s done.” she looked up, tossing her head a bit just so that her hair moved out of her face,  “Just leave it be.” her eyes met his and her expression was neutral. Unbothered. He hesitated for a moment, unsure why she was reacting like she was, then nodding. 

“Okay.” he agreed, breaking the eye contact first and missing the small twitch of sadness that flashed over her features at how easily he dropped it. 

Even though she knew both of them were no longer the people they were in the Headspace, a part of her still longed to see some glimpse of the James she remembered. The one who wouldn’t have let her drop it so easily. The one who would’ve made more of an effort to apologize, strive to get her forgiveness even though it wasn’t his fault, before moving on. But those times were under different circumstances. Ones that weren’t real. That didn’t matter.

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the one with the replacement

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The chaos of the hospital room had finally settled. Or had settled as much as a hospital room could. The nurses and doctors were all taking care of various tasks around the room, leaving Q to lay in her hospital bed and Steve to finally get a chance to talk with his wife. 

Kneeling by her bed, he kept his hand in hers, just as he had for the last twenty-five minutes. Her grip had loosened though, which he was not complaining about. Not saying anything for a moment, he watched as she tried to take in everything that was going on in front of them, wanting to know what was going on. 

“Hey,” he reached out with his free hand to lightly scratch her elbow with his finger. It was enough to get her attention. She gave him a tired smile, shifting a bit in the hospital bed and then grimacing,

“Okay, listen,” she started and he raised his eyebrows expectantly, “I hereby replace my pregnancy card with my ‘I just gave birth’ card.” she waved her free hand in the air a bit, “Same rules apply. For the next nine months --  at least, considering she was late.” she finished with a challenging raise of her eyebrows. 

“That’s not even fair.” he shook his head, pairing it with a slight laugh. Q let out a breath, still trying to catch it after what she had just been through.

“Fair? You wanna talk about fair right now?” she laughed a bit, “I just pushed a human -- your kid, out of me.” she reminded him with a gesture of the hand that he wasn’t holding. She was right, he’d give her that. At the reminder, he smiled softly, bringing their intertwined hands up so that he could kiss the top of hers. 

“Technically, they pulled her out.” he corrected her, glancing down to the divider that was in between them and the doctors on the other side. 

“Oh, fuck off.” she laughed, letting her head drop against the pillows. He tried not to laugh at that, pulling down the corners of his mouth as he rested his chin against his forearm.

“You know we have a kid now. You can’t go around saying that shit anymore.” he told her, making her roll her eyes. Pausing, both of them let the weight of what he just said settle. Her eyes found his, welling up a bit as she thought about it,

“We have a kid.” she repeated, stressing the word as if that would help in some sort of way. He nodded, corners of his lips twitching up.

“Yeah, we do.” he shifted so that he could reach up and smooth some of the hairs that escaped from where they were trapped in the blue scrub hair net the hospital had given her. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips against her temple for a moment, then moved so that he could rest his forehead against hers.

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SHIP: MOLLY PROCTOR / PETER PARKER ( PETOLLY ) RATING: TEEN WORD COUNT: 521 PROMPT: @inkoutsidethelines​ requested “I’m not playing truth or dare” for petolly TAGGING: (permanent tag list): @whindsor​ @fraysquake​ @sgtbuckyybarnes​ @hrhatbat​ @chuck-hansens​ @luucypevensie​ @mystic-scripture​ @perfectlystiles​ @allaboutocs​ @anotherunreadblog​ @hvproductions​ @heirsoflilith​ @witchofinterest​ @foxesandmagic​ (molly proctor tag list): @fiercefray​ WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST? // send me prompts!

The bus jostled Peter into Molly, who shoved him away from her as soon as he made contact. He groaned and slipped down in the seat. They were only an hour into the four hours it would take to get to Washington DC. And they had already done a practice round for Nationals. Everyone else on the bus were either napping, watching something on their phones or talking quietly. Next to him, Molly was reading some thick book on some subject he didn’t care about. He had already gotten through three more levels of Candy Crush. And looking out the window had just made him a bit ill. God, this was so boring.

“Can we do something?” he asked, breaking her focus on her book, “Like play a game or something?” 

“What kind of game did you want to play?” she asked back, not looking up from her book. He opened his mouth to respond, "I'm not playing truth or dare." she stopped him before he could say anything. He paused for a moment before shutting his mouth and slumping down so his legs were extending under Ned’s seat in front of them. 

“Well, then I don’t know what else we could do.” he mumbled under his breath, going to play with the edge of his shirt. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, watching as he half-heartedly messed with the seam of his shirt. 

“We could thumb war.” she offered with a raise of her eyebrows, “Or rock-paper-scissors.” she gave another option. His brow furrowed and he shook his head at the last one, shifting up against his seat and propping his knees up against the back of the seat in front of them.

“No, no you...you always beat me at that. It’s not fun. Same thing with Tic-Tac-Toe.” he added and she rolled her eyes,

“Because you go in the same pattern every time: paper, rock, paper.” she explained, “And you always choose the center of the board to start when you should really choose the corner.” she gave him a duh look. He frowned, not liking how she was calling him out like that. 

“I do not.” he muttered under his breath, and then sighing dramatically before pausing to think, “Do you wanna play Hangman?” he asked, trying not to sound too hopeful; it was the last game he could think of beside I Spy and they were on the most boring stretch of highway. 

Peter watched Molly think about his suggestion for a second. Then she pulled out a notebook from her backpack and flipped to a random, blank page. He watched her draw a little icon on the side before moving over and putting three dashes before looking over at him expectantly. 

“Sentences and phrases are fair game, but we’re not doing hair and eyes and other facial expressions, got it?” she laid out the rules with an expectant look. He nodded and then sat up a bit straighter to start figuring out the word. 

It took him a whole top half of the stick figure to get the word: YES

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the one where he figures out where he is again

SHIP: KITTY FRANKLIN / BUCKY BARNES ( KICKY ) RATING: TEEN WORD COUNT: 617 PROMPT: @hrhatbat requested: kicky + “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.” TAGGING: (permanent tag list): @whindsor @hrhatbat @fraysquake @sgtbuckyybarnes @chuck-hansens @luucypevensie @mystic-scripture @perfectlystiles @allaboutocs @anotherunreadblog​ @witchofinterest​ @hvproductions​ @heirsoflilith​ WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST? //  send me prompts!

What a weird feeling it was, to come back into your body. It was like you had spent the last several moments living outside of yourself, without even knowing until you were back. Suddenly being aware of your limbs, the way your breathed and the way you blinked. He wasn’t sure how long he had been spacing out, but apparently it was long enough because he needed a few seconds to readjust to his surroundings.

Where he was, was some sort of dive bar. There was a woman sitting on the stool next to him, unwashed blonde hair cascading down her back with big hoops and dark eyeliner circling her blue eyes, which were glaring at him.  

“It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion, Jimmy.” she sassed out while she squinted at him, obviously annoyed at whatever he said, then turned her attention back to the small television above the bar. He blinked, trying to place her because God she looked so familiar. But the tone of voice didn’t match with the familiarity that rumbled behind his sternum. 

“Katie’s still pissed at you for that mustache, eh?” the bartender asked lightly, seemingly amused as he slid over another beer, “Guessin’ that lucky bullshit didn’t help after all.” he spoke like they had some sort of inside joke, some sort of friendship. But he was sure he had never seen the bartender before in his life, “Hey, you’re the one who married her.” he amended, making his gaze shift down at his left hand where there was a gold band wrapped around his ring finger on his left hand. He looked from the ring over to the woman beside him who was watching the football game rather intently. Right, that was his wife. Everything in his head agreed with him on that. But since when did she like sports? Since when did she drink beer? And where the hell was he? 

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. Or rather a man’s reflection. This didn’t look like him; what with the thick mustache covering his upper lip and hair combed over to the side, donning what looked like a turtleneck of some sort. He’d never wear something like that — and would never have such a mustache like that; that was left to Dum Dum. But when he lifted his beer, the man in the mirror lifted his too. In fact, the reflection matched all his movements, which meant it had to be himself. He had to be him. 

“You ‘aight there, Jimmy?” the woman — Katie, asked, sounding concerned by what she had caught him doing. There was an expression of both confusion and concern displayed across her face. She raised her eyebrows at him, clearly expecting an answer. Setting down his beer, he cleared his throat.

“Yea, sorry, long day at work.” he answered, hearing her scoff again as she reached for the bar pretzels that were in the bowl in between them. Her attention returned to the game once more, giving him a chance to study her profile. He tried, desperately tried to place her — remember something about her, about their life, about why the hell they were in the bar. 

And then suddenly, his world came rushing back to him, engulfing him immediately, then dropping him off the edge like a weird sort of coaster. Like the Cyclone at Coney Island. Or so he assumed. He had never been there before. 

His name was Jimmy.

He lived in South Jersey with his wife, Katie. 

They watched the Giants play at the dive bar their friend Joe owned. 

And she hated his mustache. 

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the one with the princess bandaids

SHIP: MOLLY PROCTOR / MORGAN STARK RATING: TEEN WORD COUNT: 1,305 PROMPT: @whindsor​ MENTIONED MORGAN PATCHING MOLLY UP AFTER A NIGHT OUT AS VENUS.  TAGGING: (permanent tag list): @whindsor​ @fraysquake​ @sgtbuckyybarnes​ @elenacarinandherfandoms​ @peplumsandpitches​ @editsbyjenny​ @chuck-hansens​ @luucypevensie​ @mystic-scripture​ @perfectlystiles​ (WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST?)

Sometimes Molly wondered how Peter had done it. How he managed to sustain all different kinds of injuries in every single fight, only to get back up and do it all over again. Must’ve had something to do with his superhuman ability to heal. Damn him. That wasn’t fair. She wanted that, God, it would make everything so much more bearable. 

Especially nowadays, what with half the universe missing and all that jazz. Hospitals had downsized greatly. There were only a few, the staff of remaining hospitals and Urgent Cares simply absorbing each other and creating one central location. To be honest, the numbers that came out of it made it clear that the staff numbers of the one hospital was the same size as a normal, pre-Snap hospital. 

With that in mind, going to a hospital was a hit or miss. The chaos of an emergency room didn’t change. The wait time could be anywhere from a few minutes to a full couple of hours. Hours that Molly didn’t always have after sustaining several injuries from whatever sort of situation she had gotten herself into as Venus. 

Which was why most times she managed to get in contact with Mr. Stark and either get herself to an undisclosed location or even to the lakehouse itself. She tried not to go to the lakehouse unless it was an absolute true emergency, not wanting to bring all the weight of life as a quasi-superhero into his house. A place he had built and escaped to so he could live his happy ending out. Lucky him.

But this particular night, she was desperate. And it was closer than any other undisclosed location they had met at before. She had gotten into a pretty bad tiff with someone who had it out for her ever since she became Venus -- starting to both protect and lord over the streets of Queens in an attempt to fill in the gaps Peter left when he...whatever happened to him. He was prepared this time and she wasn’t. Leaving her with a nasty cut down through her eyebrow bone, one that dripped blood into her eye and made it harder than normal to drive to the lakehouse. That plus various other scrapes and cuts made her feel like a walking bruise.

Barely making it out of the driver’s side of the car she had stole, Molly collapsed onto the leafy floor of the Stark’s property. She heard the screen door squeak open, but continued to stare at the stars above her. They twinkled and glistened above her, letting her pick out the Big and Little Dipper and then her gaze drifted away to a brighter star. A planet of some sort. Maybe the one Peter had...whatever on. 

“Oh my god, Molly.” Pepper’s voice reached her first. Shit. She always hated whenever Pepper saw her like this. The concern and worry made her heart ache even though she knew it shouldn’t. It made her feel shitty for trying to make the world a better place in spite of what happened. Granted, her methods might not be the best but...she was trying. 

“Jesus Christ, Tagalong. Not again.” she heard Mr. Stark chime in, then heard him walking through the leaves he had yet to rake up.

“M’not a fucking tagalong.” she mumbled out, “Don’t fucking call me that.” she spat out with as much venom as she could. She hated that nickname. Hated what it reminded her of. What she had lost. Next thing she knew, he was picking her up in his arms. She tried not to hang there like a rag doll, but it hurt much less than her trying to hold herself up. 

She must’ve passed out or something because the next thing she knew, she was waking up in the dimly lit living room. Mr. Stark and Pepper probably set her up there. Cleaned her up like they usually did. As if they were her parents and she was their rebel teenage daughter. Something like that. Much more than her actual parents would’ve done. Not that it mattered since they were...whatever too. 

Feeling something press onto her forehead, Molly winced. She reached up to see what was on her forehead, only to come in contact with a tiny hand. It squeezed her hand in response. Then there was a familiar sounding giggle from behind her. With a tilt of her head, she rolled her eyes up to see little Morgan Stark peering back down at her.

“Hi, Lolly.” she chirped at her, too chipper for whatever time at night it was. Definitely past her bedtime. 

“Hi, Mo-mo.” she greeted the three year old, “What are you doing?” she moved Morgan’s hand away from her forehead so she could use her other hand to feel at her forehead. It felt like about a half a dozen bandaids had been placed sporadically around her skin. 

“I’m patching you up!” she sounded like she was repeating something Mr. Stark had said, “Like Daddy does!” she continued, confirming what Molly had assumed. 

“You should be in bed, little bean.” Molly pushed herself up onto her elbows, ignoring the pain in her ribs so she could fully sit up on the couch. Then she reached over the armrest of the couch and lifted Morgan up, again ignoring how her body screamed at her to stop. 

Settling Morgan on her lap so she was facing her, Molly brushed her hair out of her face. She was dressed in her matching pajama set -- the one Molly had gotten her for Christmas that had penguins all over it. The younger girl reached out for her face, patting her cheeks rather lovingly even though one had a fistful of bandaids. She held out her hand in front of Molly’s face, getting her to choose another bandaid. 

“I think I have enough of these, Mo-mo.” Molly tried to deter her, “You need to get back in bed before Mommy and Daddy find out.” she dropped her chin down a bit, trying to look serious but Morgan just giggled at her. 

“Here!” she plucked another bandaid out of her now open palm, impressively keeping hold of the others while ripping open the wrapper of the other bandaid, “This one has princess crowns all over it!” she excitedly told her and then showed her. Then, with an adorable amount of concentration and expression to match, she placed the bandaid across Molly’s eyebrow bone. 

“Thank you, Mo-mo.” she reached up to gingerly touch where the bandaid had been placed. For some reason, tears began to well up in her eyes. Of course Morgan noticed immediately and went to console her. 

“Shh shh don’t cry.” she shook her head aggressively, using her tiny toddler thumbs to sloppily wipe away the tears, “Why are you crying?” she asked with a tiny head tilt. Molly gave her a watery smile and then shrugged, 

“Because I’m a little sad.” she explained, not wanting to get into it (she probably wouldn’t understand) but also not wanting to lie to her. She had been lied to too much when she was a kid and wasn’t about to start the same cycle with Morgan. 

“You know what I like when I’m sad?” Morgan asked, almost a little too innocently, “Juice pops!” she grinned at her which made Molly laugh a bit. 

“Juice pops, huh?” she asked back, making Morgan nod enthusiastically, “Okay.” she sighed, “Let’s go get some juice pops.” she scooted off of Molly’s lap and padded into the kitchen, Molly following close behind her. 

The next morning, Tony came downstairs to find Morgan curled up against Molly’s side, with Molly’s arm protectively around her. Her face was decorated haphazardly in Morgan’s princess bandaids and there were two cleaned juice pop sticks on the coffee table.  

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SHIP: PROCTOR-ROGERS FAMILY FEELS RATING: TEEN WORD COUNT: 420 PROMPT: She knew this was going to be a delicate conversation. She just thought she was going to have more than a few weeks before the kid asked the question. for @whindsor​ TAGGING: (permanent tag list): @whindsor​ @fraysquake, @elenacarinandherfandoms,@peplumsandpitches, @editsbyjenny , @sgtbuckyybarnes​ , @chuck-hansens, @luucypevensie​ , @perfectlystiles​, @mystic-scripture​ (WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST?)

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Her big blue eyes stared curiously back at her, the same flicks of green present in both hers and her father’s eyes. She was waiting patiently for an answer Q was certain she wasn’t ready to hear. But she and Steve had made a promise to each other that, when the time came, they weren’t going to lie to their kids about it.

“These are Pym particles.” Q responded, taking the vial of red liquid out of her daughter’s hand. No need to go breaking them. They only had a few left nowadays.

“What do they do?” her daughter asked, brow furrowing adorably. She aggressively brushed a few pieces of blonde hair that had fallen in front of her face away as if it would help her understand better.

“They help Mommy and Daddy travel places.” she carefully responded, not really wanting to get into the nitty gritty of time travel with her right now. She would most likely go blab about it to the kid next door and that was the last thing Q needed. Especially in this Cold War era they were in now.

“Like to the shore?” Bonnie gave an example Q could work with. Giving a random location, rather than asking for one. She nodded, twirling the vial between her fingers as she did.

“Like the shore.” she agreed cause technically yeah the particles could help them go to the shore in some other timeline. She watched the gears in Bonnie’s head move for a moment before she perked up a bit.

“Could you use it to go to space?” she asked excitedly. Q laughed a bit, then shook her head.

“No, no we can’t go to space with this.” she held it up to her daughter and shook it slightly. Bonnie deflated and looked disappointed by her answer. Then she heaved a rather heavy sigh for a six year old and wrapped her arms around her body, twisting her torso from side to side.

“Can me and Tristan travel with you and Daddy and the Pieyms?” she asked, absolutely butchering Pym’s name. Q took in a breath and sat back a bit, tightening her grip on the vial.

“I don’t think so, buttercup.” Bonnie’s face fell again, “Not for a long time at least.” she added, knowing one day they probably would have to have a real conversation about everything that happened in the past -- or rather in the future, but both of her children were a little too young to understand time travel.

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SHIP: STEVE ROGERS/DAWSON ( STEVAWSON ) RATING: TEEN WORD COUNT: 386 PROMPT: For the two sentences: "He really should have thought this through. But (no), he had to impress the unfairly cute guy living down the hall." ( ) = italicized. for @trench-coat-wearing-angel​ TAGGING: (permanent tag list): @whindsor​ @fraysquake, @elenacarinandherfandoms,@peplumsandpitches, @editsbyjenny ,@sgtbuckyybarnes​ , @chuck-hansens, @luucypevensie​ , @perfectlystiles​, @mystic-scripture​ (WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST?)

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So fucking dumb. God. Now look at him. Stuck to the couch for the next week and a half because he has the back of a ninety-five year old grandma. Normally, Dawson wouldn’t mind being sentenced to the couch since that’s where he spent most of his time anyway, but being forced to stay there was just....depressing.

A knock came at his door while he was halfway through the second Die Hard film. Figuring it was Q -- and obviously not being able to get up even if he wanted to, he yelled that it was open before quickly popping one of his pain pills. Something Q would reem him out for not taking. He really didn’t think he needed them, plus they made him so fucking loopy.

“Before you say anything, no I will not turn on HGTV so don’t even ask.” he called out after hearing the door to his loft shut.

“Wasn’t gonna ask you anyway, but okay.” A voice that did not belong to Q respond. In his surprise, Dawson quickly moved up and turned his neck to the side only to immediately regret it. Both because of the pain and the fact that the stupidly hot guy who got him into this mess was standing there. And he was holding fucking flowers.

“Oh, shit, hey man.” Dawson tried to recover smoothly, but failed, “Sorry I thought you were my friend. She was supposed to come over and check on me.” he shut his mouth after that, knowing he needed to stop rambling. Damn these pain pills.

“After yesterday?” Steve asked with raised eyebrows. He nodded in response and Steve took a step forward, holding the flowers a bit further away from him, “Listen, I feel really bad about that. I shouldn’t have --”

“Ugh don’t.” he cut him off with a grimace, “It wasn’t your fault. I’m the idiot here for thinking I could lift something like that. Not all of us can be blessed with rolling mountains of muscle like you, dude.” Oh he really needed to stop talking. Still, Steve seemed to find it amusing and ducked his head down to hide his blush.

“Rolling mountains of muscle, huh?” Steve smirked at him and Dawson tried to bite his tongue. But he had just taken those pain pills...

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the one where they figure out who shot first

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“Han shot first!” Molly slammed her fist down on the table, hard enough to slosh some chocolate milk over the edge of the carton. Peter scoffed, rolling his eyes and sitting back in his chair.

“You’re so totally wrong, Molly. It’s embarrassing.” he shook his head, grinning at her like he found the conversation funny. It was, to a degree, but also Molly was right and Peter was wrong and that was that.

“Look at the evidence, Peter.” she brandished a finger at him, “Moments before, Greedo just told our favorite Corellian smuggler that he’s been looking forward to killing him for a long time. Han doesn’t want to end up as a smoking corpse on the Mos Eisley cantina floor, so he shoots the Rodian bounty hunter from under the table.” 

“No, Greedo shot first, but he missed which is why Han shot him after.” Peter argued back, “He wouldn’t have just killed someone just to kill him.” he defended one of his favorite characters. Molly rolled her eyes at him,

“You’re an idiot.” she said firmly, “In the original version Han shoots first but since Lucas didn’t want him to come off as a cold-blooded killer, he changed it in the remastered edition.” Peter shook his head again, fingers reaching out to play with the random fries on his tray. 

“I don’t know....I feel like you’re wrong.” he trailed off, suddenly a little unsure of his choice.

“Peter, the faster you learn that I’m always right, the smoother this friendship will be.” she smirked at him and waved her chicken finger around in the air before popping into her mouth with a smug grin. He sighed and slumped further down in his seat, unhappy with how the argument played out.