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@starsandsuits
someone give me “you live in the apartment across the hall and you’re so fucking hot but i get so awkward around you even though you act completely normal and i stutter every.time. you’re out of my league anyway but then one night my stupid roommate locks me out and i forget my key and you see me sitting the hallway so you invite me in. and obviously i say yes but holy crap what is happening” plot pretty pls
Happy 100th Birthday Steve Rogers / Captain America!
Ten Years // Closed
ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:
“You did always have something drawn on your pages of notes in school,” Derek remembered with a soft chuckle. There were always little designs or little pictures, he only ever caught glimpses, but he saw them.
“I uh. I sort of got into real estate,” Derek said with a chuckle. “I own the building I live in, and another one or two around town. It just kind of fell into my lap. But it’s working out alright.”
Steve chuckled at the comment of his drawings. His notes were always covered with doodles in the margins. Almost no paper was safe, and he probably turned in a good number of assignments with the backs covered in whatever inspired him that day, be it a place or a person.
He perked up with interest at Derek’s response, curious to know more about the man. It was good to see the person he’d become, post angst and teen years. He grinned softly, nodding.
“I’m glad it’s working out, that’s cool. It’s basically like being your own boss, and you get to help people who need a place to live. Maybe I’ll come to you for advice when my lease is up. I’ve been renting month by month, but honestly the longer I’m back here, the more I think I should find something a little bit more stable to fall back on.” he said.
How The Mighty Fall // Closed
gcldcnhcncy:
▔ ░ ✧ NICOLAS HEART broke at the admission that came from Vie, his oceanic hues landing on her as he sighed. “You wouldn’t be a burden if that was what you were concerned about. We all need friends, and you are not less of a person for admitting and asking for help. Vie I would have helped you with my eyes closed, we’re a team, regardless if we went separate ways. “
The man had promised himself a thing when the Avengers were formed. “I promised myself that I would look after you guys in and out of that battle field, that I would have your back, regardless, because when the next big monster comes around we have to have each other’s back, but not only then. Always.”
Vie wanted to say that of course she would be a burden. There were not many places she could work. She had a birth certificate from the twenties. She didn’t have many skills outside of fighting, besides art. She didn’t want to make money being a public figurehead. That just seemed like a pedestal that she didn’t need or want any part of anymore.
“Alright.” she said after a long pause. “Let’s say I believe you. What then? What...do we do now?”
Just Friends // Closed
stilesavedme:
The was something different about the way Steve acted around her. He made her comfortable and for some reason he had this way with her that caused her to relax. She didn’t feel like she had to be tense and on her toes around him. It was completely different then being home.
Slowly having to pull herself away from him she took the few steps to follow him. Walking into his room she was surprised that he decided to come here. Normally they relaxed there but, she wan’t going to argue with him. Taking his hand still she moved to lay out on the mattress only to pull him close to her.
Steve followed her pull, looking at her on his bed put a small lump in his throat. She always looked beautiful to him, no matter what. Even in small moments, whether it was tangled on the couch watching something, mapping each others mouths or bodies. The way her hair fell when she was so relaxed.
He remembered all of it, every second and detail. He could probably fill a thousand pages drawing each moment. They circled in his mind as he came closer to her, kissing her sweet and cherishing.
Ten Years // Closed
ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:
Derek settled back, brows knit as he watched more people file in and fawn over others they honestly hadn’t talked to since graduating probably. Reunions could be fun, he guessed, but not with these people. He was just lucky he’d found Steve. Or Steve had found him he supposed.
Turning to Steve now, Derek gave a little half smile. “I probably would have left if you hadn’t seen me. What are you doing now a days?” he asked, beginning to eat.
Steve offered a small smile, nodding in agreement. If it wasn’t for the other, he doubted he would have found much reason to stick around either. These kinds of functions had no real appeal for him, but he promised his coworkers he was going. Something about getting out of the house more.
“I work for an architecture company, drawing drafts and blueprints, mostly. Copy work, a lot. Though with any luck by next month I’ll be working with the new department focusing on tiny living.” Steve said. “What about you?”
Ten Years // Closed
ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:
“Yeah, yeah that sounds good,” Derek agreed easily. He didn’t comment, but he hadn’t eaten all day, going back and forth about showing up for the reunion or not and completely just forgetting. He turned around, getting the bar tender’s eye and ordering them both another drink before heading off for the food tables.
“It doesn’t look bad,” Derek admitted as they got their food. He didn’t expect five star food or anything, quite the opposite, so when it was a classy catering company with good tasting food, it was a win for Derek. He found them a table with nothing on it yet, back away from the little dance floor and activity tables so maybe they wouldn’t be dragged to either.
Steve loaded up a plate with a tiny pile of food and his beer, following Derek to the tables. He hummed in agreement with the comment on the food. He was half expecting either some half thrown together potluck, or a last minute raid of local fast food places. Memories of poorly funded school dances in his head.
He sat down with a grateful sigh, a little glad to be off his feet. He was feeling a lot less nervous now about being here. There wasn’t as much pressure surrounding it. He could just sit and talked to Derek and not deal with making a solid appearance to his old classmates who barely remembered him.
Just Friends // Closed
starsandsuits:
stilesavedme:
The way that he looked at her was enough to keep her from crying. God she felt so pathetic for always running back to Steven when things happened. It wasn’t like her boyfriend even noticed when things bothered her especially when it was him who was bothering her. He had no idea when he had overstep his boundary.
“I know. I know that you do.” She whispered back as her arms draped around his waist. “I hate that you see me this way.” Lydia muttered slowly looking up at him only for his lips to cut her off from speaking further. Kissing him back just as softly her eyes closed only for her to press herself further against him.
Steve pressed as much care as he could into the kiss, holding her tighter to him as she pressed against him. He let it stay like that for a little while, just kissing and holding and savoring, not rushing through it.
Slowly he coaxed her across the room where the door to his room was, skipping over the canoodling on the couch. She needed real care and comfort right now and he wanted to give her that. Wanted to take her apart piece by piece and let her heal in the safety of their little bubble.
How The Mighty Fall // Closed
starsandsuits:
rcsegclden:
Nicolas took a deep breath and shook his head. “I am an asshole, I am highly aware of that captain, but no. I won’t because I am not that big of a dick.” Nicolas called out and crossed his arms over her chest with a small frown. “I never claimed to be better than you. I grew up listening to my father rave about you. I was quite angry as s child at you ya know? Because I was never good enough as the super soldier. But after New York, I respect you and admire you and I would never give you a blow that low. Contrary to popular believe I do have a heart. For 22 years now.” He said.
He sighed listening to her reasoning and allowing a hand to run over his face. “I could have helped you, because you worked pretty fuckin’ hard during the battle of New York don’t you think?” He asked.
Vie was quiet through his little speech. She wanted to snap back with some witty retort, but she had to admit his honesty was coming from a sincere place. He really did view her differently after the fights they endured together as a team. Being a dad had made him a better man. Iron Man had made him a better man.
“Of course I did.” she said softly, sighing. “I just didn’t....I don’t know. I was so used to having my mom, and then she was gone. And I had Bucky...” She stopped and swallowed. “And then he was gone. And then I had you guys, I guess, but then we all went our separate ways. I didn’t want to be some thing you had to take care of....out of time, out of place, out of...everything.”
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Ten Years // Closed
ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:
That smile was the same it had always been. Steve really hadn’t changed at all it seemed. Just in body, not he as a person. Derek was glad of it.
“Yeah a farm’ll do that,” Derek said, gesturing to Steve’s muscled frame. He sobered a bit, hearing of why he came back. “I’m sorry about your mom, that’s no good reason to have to come back. But the town’ll be better off for your return anyway,” he said easily.
“I… well there was the fire senior year. Ran away from that for a while, I was actually in New York myself, though apparently not the same part. I came back about five years ago, faced the old property, settled down and moved on, ya know?” he said, not exactly laying out ‘everything’, but giving the gist of things.
“I gotta tell you, I’m glad you saw me here. I was gonna finish my beer and leave, but I wanna catch up with you some.”
Steve chuckled softly when Derek gestured to his body in regards to his time at the farm. It had certainly helped, and keeping himself active through college and beyond. He sobered and hummed gratefully when he gave his sincere regards about his mother, nodding in quiet thanks.
He looked sympathetic about Derek’s recount of what happened to him. Feeling for him. Losing something like that had to be hard. Harder than most people would be able to fully comprehend. He nodded again, giving a light smile when he said he was actually about to leave, but wanted to catch up.
“Absolutely. I would love that.” he said. “You know, I didn’t really eat before I came here. Wasn’t sure how many stops they were gonna pull. Would you like to get some burgers and maybe some more of those beers?”
How The Mighty Fall // Closed
rcsegclden:
Nicolas made his way back to where the dancers were, receiving flirty greetings and smiles as he returned the greetings and made his way to her little room. Knocking on the door before entering. “Capsicle, I would have never expected you to be working at a place like this. Not that my club is bad or anything but I mean.” The man said closing the door behind him.
Keeping his eyes on her face as he sighed. “What happened? You are too much to ask for help of a friend? I would have helped you.” Nicolas said softly sitting on the small couch there.
Vie took some of the pins out of her hair, still in curls, but looser around her shoulders, not yet having bothered to put anything on over her costume. Being around these women had quickly taught her to shed her modesty, at least conditionally. Costume changes could be hassle enough, no use bothering with extra for the sake of hiding away a body you got paid to show.
She jumped softly at the nickname, looking up at the mirror and seeing him in the reflection. She turned to face him, lips pursing to try and mask the surprise at him being here of all places, in her dressing room. His words were less snarky than he had expected, considering their usual back and forth. Her initial bristling at his presence softened when he asked about asking a friend.
“I wasn’t raised to ask for something from someone just because they had it, even a lot of it, when I could work for it myself.” she said, thinking back to how her mother and she struggled in the 40s. They never had a lot, but they had enough. She blinked the memories away and refocused on Nicolas.
“It’s not so bad, like you said yourself. And being here lets me help people. Some of these girls don’t have great lives outside of this place, so I’ve been doing what I can to help them.” she admitted, crossing her arms over her chest. “What does it matter to you anyway, Versace? If anything this just gives you more ammo to make stupid comments about how much better you are.”
Once A Captain, Always // naughtyjimkirk
naughtyjimkirk:
[PADD] It was fun. I doubt I’ll be able to land you on your ass again, but it won’t stop me from trying.
The reminder of their trip up earlier, no matter the reason it happened, still had Jim smiling. Steve had his demons to fight, and Jim knew all about personal demons. He couldn’t fathom Steve’s depth of them, but he could be there to try and alleviate their burden. He had his crew, his family as many of them had become. Steve may have lost everyone from his past life, but Jim would show him a new family.
Steve changed into something better suited for sparring, finding a clean tank and a pair of loose pants, tying the string tight around his waist. At least they got the replica clothes pretty good. They didn’t really feel like this but they were more normal than the uniforms he saw around the ship. He chuckled at the message Jim sent back to him.
[PADD] Good of you to respect your elders. I promise not to go easy on you either.
