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Oh I’m playing a dangerous game.

So I just watched this Winnie The Pooh horror movie and can I just say FUCK YEAH like honestly, they're making so many boring remakes like the little mermaid, tangled, snow white they're all going to be the same of worse. They already made the cartoon versions for kids and people who like those kinds of movies GIVE US SOMETHING DIFFERENT I would pay good money to see a Little Mermaid horror movie they could be so good if they just gave it a try. Disney just needs to do something different because most of their movies have sucked lately. It's great cause they could use the same characters and all they have to do is change the plot around a little bit. All in all, watching Piglet eat someone was an experience so I definitely recommend

Hades, stroking Persephone’s head: You’re so tiny and adorable.

Persephone, half asleep: I could kick your ass right now.

Hades, looking at her with heart eyes: I know.

Sandor: I guess you could say that I'm a chicken magnet.

Arya: ... don't you mean a chick magnet-

[Sounds of distant clucking getting louder]

Sandor: we have to go NOW

Reid: *gets a new haircut*

Morgan: I like ya cut g

Reid: *aggressively slapped in the back of the head*

By Your Side

Pairing: Steve Rogers & Son!Reader

Warnings: Little bit of angst, Steve being a very tired father, Tony Stank being himself, mild swearing

Word Count: ~1.4k

Date Posted: 12/14/2020

Requested: Yes, the request is below

A/N: Hey, peeps! So this was requested by the lovely @slowkib​, sorry this is late by the way, love. I hope you still enjoy! Feedback is always welcome.

This one turned out to be a lot longer than I anticipated, I'll make a part 2 and possibly a part 3.

Needless to say, Steve Rogers is a great father. The moment his son, Y/N, was born he promised himself he would put him first. Once, when he was 5, he practically had to be dragged by Tony and Natasha onto the quinjet for a mission when the child had a cold. He was devastated to leave his kid sick and alone. Y/N was what kept him wanting to get out of bed every day. Throughout the tantrums, vomiting, and teenage angst, Steve stayed by his side. 

. . . 

"Hey, dad? Can you throw me my water?" Y/n said from his spot on the mat as he finished his stretches with his aunt Natasha.

Steve tossed him the water bottle from the bench, "How are you feeling today? Is your shoulder any better?"

"A little, but it'll be better by the party tonight."

Tonight was the 80th anniversary of Stark industries, and Tony was getting ready to throw a party bigger than anything he had done before. Needless to say, most of the attendees were terrified. No one truly knew what the CEO had planned for the evening. For once, Tony Stark kept his plans secret.

"Don't wear yourself out," Steve cautioned as he saw his son and Natasha get in their fighting stances.

Within 1 and a half minutes, Y/n was being pinned to the ground. "You need to move more," the redhead spoke up as her nephew stood up with a grimace, "staying in one spot lets your opponent predict what you will do more easily."

The boy nodded and massaged his shoulder, "I'll remember that next time, but for now I'm going to hang out with Wanda."

His father started speaking but abruptly stopped at the sight of his son running out of the gym. The soldier sat back down with furrowed eyebrows and slumped shoulders.

The female sat next to him and put a hand on his shoulder, "He's not a kid anymore, Rogers. Let him live a little."

Steve grunted in response and crossed his arms, deep in thought.

"Well if you are going to be grumpy then at least get a little bit of that anger out and spar with me."

. . .

"Another bad dream?" Y/n whispered as he put an arm around Wanda's shoulder.

She weakly nodded and continued to sob into her friend. "Pietro..."

The boy frowned and turned on the bed so he was facing her. Whenever one of them had a nightmare they would find comfort in each other's presence. Wanda would help him get back to sleep and he would listen to her grievances when she was unable to sleep.

"You know what happened isn't your fault. There was no way of knowing-"

"But I let him leave! I couldn't stop him because I was trying to do what I thought was right and-" her voice broke off and she returned to her place on Y/n's shoulder. The pain of what happened had never really left her, it had only shrunk for a few moments before overtaking her again.

He stayed silent, letting Wanda get out all the words she needed before it was too much. "I was an idiot thinking that we would be fine apart..."

"You did the best you could do in that moment. There was no perfect thing to do, Wanda."

Y/n dramatically slowed down his breathing, encouraging her to follow his action. And finally, she regained her breath. "I just want to get out of here, I don't belong with this team."

"We voth know that is a lie. I know you want to help people and this is the best way to do it."

She nodded in agreement, her puffy eyes not willing to look anyone in the face but much more relaxed. Y/n wrapped his friend in a hug and stayed like that until Wanda was satisfied.

. . .

After a couple hours of calming down, talking about their day, and a tickle fight (in which Y/n lost), the friends were ready to attend the party.

The boy had gone to his room to change and on his way he was met with the sight of his father arguing with the owner of the builder. "He is too young, Tony. Don't even think about it."

"He's an adult. And you can't really control him now, can you?"

Steve growled and took a step closer to the man, "He is still my son and I will not allow him to be manipulated by some reckless billionaire."

Y/n hid behind a pillar when he saw his father walking away from Tony. "Why were they arguing? Did I do something wrong?"

As if he read his nephew's mind, Tony came up next to him and shook his head. "You didn't do anything wrong, kid. Your father is just being a meat head."

Y/n scoffed, "When is he not?"

"He's trying to look after you, and I understand that. But he needs to get the stick out of his ass and realize you are an adult."

Before the boy could respond, his uncle walked off. Y/n let out a frustrated sigh and walked to his room to take a nap.

. . .

After 30 minutes, Y/n woke up with a gasp as he felt himself being dropped onto the floor. Upon opening his eyes he could only see darkness. As he looked around, he could feel jackets on hangers and dress shoes on the floor. “Dad!”

Steve was in his room next door doing paperwork when he heard his son yell. The soldier leaped from his desk and almost broke down the doors on the way to him.

Steve's thunderous steps could be heard by anyone within the floor. He did end up ripping off the closet door and picking up his son, "Are you ok? What happened? Are you hurt? Did-"

Y/n cut him off, "Dad, I'm fine. No need to get yourself worked up."

"Kid, you yelled for me and I thought you were hurt and I-"

"DAD!" The father was brought out of his thoughts by his Son, "I'm fine. Nothing bad happened."

"Then what DID happen?"

The boy was about to answer when he was brought into a tight hug by the super soldier. He returned the gesture with a hum, he didn't know what happened but he didn't care because he was with his dad, his protector.

But did he really need a someone to protect him, he thought. He had trained with the Avengers since he was old enough to fight. He knew what he was doing, so why was his dad so worried? Did he think he was weak or helpless? He let go of his father and took a step back, looking at him through serious eyes.

"Do you think I'm not strong?"

Steve scrunched up his nose for a second, taken by surprise. "What do you mean?"

"Why were you so scared for me? Is it because I'm not as strong as you or anyone on your team?" The boy sneered at the man and crossed his arms.

"Y/n, why would you think that?"

Y/n took a step forward in a sad fury, "I'm not a kid anymore! I'm not some weak child that you can only keep to feel like your worthy of something."

And at this moment, Steven Grant Rogers' heart broke. His son thought he was using him. And he felt powerless for the first time in years.

"Just get out, dad." Y/n turned around so his father couldn't see the tears falling down his face.

Steve stood frozen for a moment, terrified to move and make matters worse. Hearing his son sniffle is what made him move. The thought of his presence hurting his son made him drag himself back to his room. He sat on his bed, his face in his hands as he silently sobbed into his palms.

After his father left, Y/n wiped the tears from his eyes, "You are stronger than this." The male walked back to his closet and pulled out his outfit for the party, wanting to distract his racing mind.

As he put on his top he thought back to when he woke up.why had he woken up in the closet and not his bed? The boy furrowed his brows and put on the rest of his clothing, assuming he had been sleep walking. There was no other logical explanation... was there?

Congratulations !!!

30 with Steve Rodgers please? ♥️♥️♥️

La Revolucion

Pairing: Pre-Infinity War!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Mild violence, brief swearing

Summary: After the Avengers split up, Steve thinks back to the first time he met the love of his life.

Word Count: ~1.5k

Date Posted: 2/7/2021

A/N: Thank you, Anon!!! This one is based off of Americano by Lady Gaga. The song is about immigration law and LGBT+ marriage in America. It took me a while to figure out how to go about writing this (apparently its best done at 1am), so I hope you enjoy! I'm lowkey proud of this one ngl.

Once again, let me know what you think about this one! More are coming out soon.

Steve walked Bucky off the jet into Wakanda with a stern look on his face. Something seemed off about his friend, so the brunette stopped walking. "What's wrong, Buck?"

"Nothing is wrong with me, I'm just worried about you," Bucky said. He was being escorted to the place where he was to be put into a coma like state for who knows how long.

Steve furrowed his brows in confusion, "Why are you worried about me?"

"I don't want you to be alone, you need someone to keep your impulse control in check."

The blonde humorlessly chuckled, "I won't be alone."

"Oh really?"

The pair made it to the entrance of Shuri's lab and there was a tense silence. Neither men could face the other before Steve broke the silence, "I met a girl in East LA."

Bucky nudged his shoulder and smirked, "Finally! Is she pretty?"

"She's the most beautiful person I've ever seen," he smiled with a slight blush coming onto his face.

Bucky turned towards his best friend. "Thank you for assuring me that you won't be stupid alone."

"You're taking all the stupid for yourself." Steve said as he pulled him into a hug.

After saying their goodbyes, Steve walked back to the quinjet, reminiscing about meeting her.

~~~

Steve sat at a bar alone, watching the latest drug cartel leader. After the end of his team, he wanted to continue to do good.

The blonde brought his drink to his lips as the announcer stepped on the small, wooden stage. "Thank y'all for coming out tonight! Next up we have my favorite little lady. In floral shorts as sweet as May, she sang in eights and two barrio chords, I present to you... Y/n!"

Steve barely looked away from his target to look at her, but the second he realized what he saw he looked again. He honestly thought his heart stopped. His breath hitched in his throat and his palms became damp.

After a moment, he snapped out of his trance. I'm on a mission, he thought, there is no time for distractions. Steve had locked onto the sight of the cartel leader again when she started singing and he knew he was a goner.

"Mis canciones son de la revolución," she was a siren and he was the pour soul that was about to drown.

Well, he actually was choked by one of the target's bodyguards. The singing stopped as people gasped and started running to the exit. Steve was able to push the goon off of him onto the floor just as he heard the click of a revolver. "Game's up, Captain. This en-"

The sound of his attacker screaming made him turn around to see Y/n pepper spraying the group of men. She held a cloth to her mouth and tossed one to Steve, "Follow me!"

Without hesitation, she ran behind the counter with the super soldier right behind her. She pulled the latch to what appeared to be a trap door and jumped down into the darkness. Steve froze for a moment. Was this a trap?

"I suggest you come down here, sir. Unless you fancy being mauled by those angry old guys," Y/n smirked and moved aside from the opening so he could jump down. Steve hopped down and was also consumed in the darkness.

Before he had a chance to speak to the mysterious singer, his hand was being dragged away from the entrance. The next few minutes were silent besides the sound of two pairs of shoes hitting the pavement.

Finally, Y/n stopped. Steve was about to speak before he heard something unlock and his vision was flooded with light. His eyes adjusted after a moment and he looked around to see a small town. He took a deep breath and turned to Y/n, who was now leaning against a rock trying to catch her breath, "Why are you helping me? I'm sorry but this doesn't make sense, ma'am."

The woman chuckled, "Not many things do, Captain Rogers. Yet here we are." He frowned and was about to walk away before she spoke again. "I have cried for, I will die for how I care."

Steve paused and stood in front of her, intrigued. "These people have been tormented by that pig and I'm sick of it. I'd do anything to protect my home," she all but whispered.

The blonde only nodded. He had researched the town before coming here.; it was a town filled with criminals and the people they had control over, whether it was individuals or entire families.

Steve hummed, "They have you're family?"

She smiled, looking down at the ground. "No, I got them out 2 years ago. And I don't plan on stopping until they're all away from the west coast."

Y/n looked up after a minute to see the space in front of her empty. Captain America was no where to be seen.

~~~

A few days later there was a knock against Y/n's dressing room door. She set down her mascara and held her pepper spray in a steel grip, "Who is it?"

When no one answered, she let out a shaky sigh. Quiet footsteps could be heard outside the door and a deep voice saying, "I'll take care of her, get the rest." She froze and looked at the door in pure fear.

"This is it," she murmured as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. Just as the lock turned she fumbled for one of her shoes and threw it as hard as she could at the blonde man in a dark blue super suit.

Luckily, Steve had his shield in front of him. Y/n gasped and put her hands over her mouth. The poor man peeking his eyes out from behind his shield with a worried gaze. The female ran an anxious hand through her hair and tried not to meet his scared gaze. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, Steve! I didn't know it was you and I got scared and-"

Steve gestured for her to be quiet and she abruptly stopped. After a moment of just staring at each other, him thanking god you didn't pepper spray him and her praying that he didn't think she was a lunatic, he offered his hand.

Before Y/n could take hold of his hand, yelling could be heard upstairs. The super soldier swiftly scooped her into his arms and bolted out of the room.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as they ran through the building. Once the exit was in sight it seemed like everything was going to be okay. That was until two goons ripped the door from its hinged and rushed towards Y/n and Steve.

Steve huffed and quickly turned a corner, causing the female to yelp and hold him tighter. Suddenly, the short pants stopped from the blonde, "Hold on tight, ma'am."

Before she could say a word Steve jumped out the window. Y/n was now curled in a ball and screaming at the top of her lungs as Steve flipped them onto his back.

The air from the two pairs of lungs were knocked out when they hit the ground. While Y/n clenched her eyes shut, Steve saw the goons chasing them being kicked out of the window by his favorite red-headed assassin.

"You and your girl ok, Rogers?" Natasha said as she coyly waved at the two of them. Steve could only chuckle and look up at the stars.

After a moment of adrenaline filled tranquility, Y/n spoke up. "I guess we're even now, Captain Rogers."

Steve raised an eyebrow and looked down at the woman in his arms. She smiled at him and rested her chin on his chest, "I saved you, you saved me."

"Technically we aren't even," he said and sat up as he helped her do the same, "my team got everyone out of the town, you were the last to pick up."

Y/n was silent for a moment, her mouth hanging open in shock. Steve gave her a moment to control her thoughts and stared deep into her eyes when she spoke again, "Why would you help us? You barely know these people, let alone me."

Steve looked away, happy that it was dark so she couldn't see his face turning a light shad of pink, "You're a good person, and these people didn't deserve what they were given."

This time Y/n stared into his alluring eyes, sensing he had more to say. "Plus I wanted to see if you would go dancing with me one night."

Steve wanted to burry his face in his hands but they were still glued to her waist. She smiled at him and kissed his cheek, making Steve a flustered mess. "Well it wasn't just that-I mean you also seem to have a set of skills that could be useful on the team-"

Y/n chuckled and stood up, "Who would have thought that a kiss on the face would fluster the greatest Avenger." Steve huffed and stood up. The female still had a smile plastered on her face, "So, are you asking me on a date or asking me to join your team?"

"Both," he said, "there's a lot of bad in this world and with the right training you could help minimize it." Steve offered his hand to her and she glanced at it, returning to his intense gaze. "What do you say, Y/n?"

She smirked and grabbed his hand, "Let's start a revolution."

It's amazing how a few hours ago your thoughts are filled with love -- writing and reading words of love. Thoughts filled with all the hope and romance that comes with it

And in an instant, it is gone with just a few words...