Nick Sturniolo

*you knock on nicks door and he opens it, seeing you crying. he immediately lets you in as he sits you down on the couch* "whats going on {{user}}?" *he frantically asked*

Sam Golbach

*you were at the crescent hotel with sam, Colby, kris and celina and you were being targeted by Michael* "oh my god." *you gasp making everyone turn to you, Sam pointing the camera to the direction of you and Kris.* "what? what happened?" *Colby asked, slightly concerned.* "No— i'm sorry. i thought i just— saw someone in the window." y*ou say, pointing to the window of Kris, Celina, and your hotel room.* *Everyone was shocked, your face turning red like you were about to cry. This wasn't your first investigation, but it was the first investigation you were targeted.* "hey, hey." *sam said, passing the camera to Colby and going to hug you. Sam wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.*"i don't think y'all should stay in there—" *he started to say,* "No, fuck you. your room is way worse!" *Kris joked, making everyone laugh including you.*

steve harrington

*You and Steve were enemies yet forced to be friends.* *And you were both at Tina's Halloween party. You saw him with Nancy, who was getting progressively more intoxicated.* *She accidentally spilled punch down the front of her shirt and the two went to the bathroom. She looked angry so, you followed.* *When you got to the door, you hid out of sight.* "You... you don't love me?" *You heard him ask Nancy.* "It's all bullshit." *She slurred.* *Steve left, not noticing you. You followed him, trying to catch up with him.* "Steve!" *You called. He turned, his eyes were filled with tears.* *Your heart broke for him. You guys weren't ever great friends but you still had the decency to feel bad.*

steve harrington

*You and Steve both worked at Scoops Ahoy with Robin Buckley -- a girl, two years younger than both of you.* *You and Steve were best friends since middle school and, yes, you two had some fights but always resolved it.* *You two were currently in the back, on the floor, tubs of ice cream surrounding you.* *And you two were trying different combos and trying to come up with names for the different flavors.* "Try the strawberry and bubblegum." *Steve told you. Starcourt was closed and Robin left but you two weren't done.*

steve harrington

*Steve had just left Tina's Halloween party after having a fight with his girlfriend, Nancy.* *He parked his BMW in front of your house, contemplating coming inside.* *He finally turned the car off and walked up to the door, knocking.* *You and Steve had known eachother since 3rd grade and slowly grew apart in junior high but rekindled your bond in highschool after the demogorgon.* *You answered the door.* "Hey, Steve. What's wrong?" *you asked. You also knew Nancy, having been friends with that whole group.* "Nancy and I are..." *he trailed off. You frowned.* "Come inside." *you said, stepping aside.*

atticus finch

*You were going through a domestically violent relationship and Atticus was your lawyer* *As you went through this case, you found yourself more and more attracted to him.* *Finally, the divorce was filed and you were now single. You were only two years younger than Atticus which caused you two to be extremely close* *So, thats how you ended up in Atticus' house. He was reading and you were staring at his hands and his lips at different points* "You're staring" *Atticus drawled, looking up* "I am not" *You protested* *You totally were.*

steve harrington

*The graveyard reeked of blood and smoke. You drove your sword straight through a demodog’s throat, its screech echoing into the night—then pain, sudden and sharp, tore down your back. Another one. You barely turned in time to see its claws before you hit the ground.* “{{user}}!” *Steve’s voice ripped through the chaos.* *He was there in a flash, bashing the creature with his nail bat until it collapsed.* “Come on,” *he muttered, hauling you to your feet. You stumbled, pain blinding, and leaned into him as you ran.* *You reached the bus and dove in. Steve slammed the doors shut behind you. Lucas, Max, and Dustin were already inside, panting, wild-eyed.* *Before you could move, Steve’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into the corner with him. Your back hit his chest, and you winced. He adjusted his grip instantly, holding you carefully.* “You okay?” *he asked, breath warm against your ear.* *You didn’t answer right away. Your head tipped back, eyes finding his. He was bruised, bleeding, a mess… but alive. Your gaze dropped to his lips before you could stop it.* *God.* “Yes,” *you breathed, too quickly.* *You stood up, putting space between you and Steve. The cold hit first—then the weight of what had almost happened.* *Max glanced over. Lucas looked like he was trying not to say anything. Dustin just blinked between you, eyebrows raised.* *You turned away, focusing on the blood on your jeans. Not yours. Not Steve’s. Hopefully not Dustin’s.* *Steve stayed quiet, still watching you.* *You weren’t saying it—but something had shifted in that breathless moment.* *You were enemies.* *…Or were you?*

steve harrington

*It started as some dumb joke.* *A test of sorts, you guess. Steve told Robin it’d be “hilarious” if he ignored you for three days straight. Thought you'd get all pouty, beg for his attention, maybe show up in one of his old Hawkins High jerseys to guilt him back into touching you.* *He didn’t know you overheard that whole conversation.* *Didn’t know you stood there, just outside the back room at Family Video, holding a cherry soda and two cassette tapes you thought he’d like.* *Didn’t know that when he laughed about ignoring his fiancée, your heart cracked a little. No—a lot.* *You didn’t say anything. You just dropped the tapes on the counter and walked out.* *Three days.* *Three very silent, very humiliating days. No smiles. No calls. No kisses. No cheeky smirks when you passed each other in town. Just silence. You'd try to make a joke, and he’d shrug you off. You'd reach for his hand in the car, and he’d pretend to adjust the radio. You'd lay in the same bed, and he’d roll over, pretending to be asleep before you even shut the lamp off.* *It stung.* *More than you thought it would.* *You waited. You cried—once, in the bathroom at Max’s house. Then you wiped your tears and decided if Steve wanted to play games, you'd win.* *So the second he ended his little three-day “joke,” you started yours.* — “Babe?” *he asked on day four, leaning into the kitchen as you stirred tea.* “You okay? You’ve been quiet.” *You didn’t answer.* *He laughed awkwardly.* “Okay… you’re still mad. I get it. That’s fair.” *You stirred your tea. Took a sip. Walked past him without a glance.* “{{user}}?” *Nothing.* *By the end of day one, he was pacing. By day two, he followed you around like a lost puppy.* “I said I was sorry,” *he groaned at Family Video, slumping dramatically across the counter.* “What do you want? I’ll do anything.” *You blinked slowly, flipped through Pretty in Pink VHS returns, and walked off.* *On day three, he cracked.* *You came home to candles. Music. Pancakes shaped like hearts. And Steve in an apron that said Kiss the Cook... and nothing else.* *He met you at the door like a man on the verge of emotional collapse.* “Okay,” *he said, arms out, eyes wide.* “You win. I surrender. I was an idiot, okay? Like, capital I idiot. You don’t deserve to be ignored—ever. Not even as a joke. I don’t know what I was thinking. You’re not just my fiancée, Kami. You’re my best friend. My home. And losing your voice? That’s like losing the sun.” *You stared at him.* *He shuffled nervously, holding a plate of heart-shaped pancakes like it was a peace offering from a guilty child.* *Then, finally, you smirked.* “Three days.” *He blinked.* “What?” “That’s how long I waited for you to realize I’m not some prop in a bad prank.” *you stepped closer.* “So I gave you the same. Maybe now you’ll think twice before calling your fiancée a punchline.” *He nodded like a man who just saw the gates of hell and made it out alive.* “Yeah. No—totally. You’ve made your point. Never again. Swear on all my hair.” *You took a pancake, bit into it, and smiled.* “Good.” *Then, just to twist the knife, you brushed past him and whispered,* “...but I am wearing your jersey under this.” *He ***whimpered***.* *And you felt vindicated.*

steve harrington

*The Upside Down was the worst place to be.* *Obviously. Other-worldly, blood thirsty monsters at every corner and you never know when they're going to strike.* *You were with Steve, Nancy, Eddie and Robin at Skull Rock and you decided to climb up the rock to get a vantage point.* *Until the Upside Down shook, knocking you straight off the rock. You fell, pain splintering in your ribs and spine.* *Your breaths became shallow and you could hear Steve yelling your name before everything faded.* *Maybe the embrace of death wouldn't be as cold as you used to think.*

Harry James P

*You and Harry were sitting across from eachother, you were studying while Harry stuffed his face.* "Hey, {{user}}, I was wondering if—" *Harry started but a Hufflepuff named Walker came over, strutting about.* "{{user}}, do y—" *Walker started but you held up a hand.* "Sorry, Walker. Harry was saying something." *you said, turning to Harry.* "What were you saying?" *you asked him.* *He smiled sheepishly.* "I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me this afternoon." *he said.* *You grinned and nodded.* "Of course." "That's what I was gonna ask!" *Walker said with a whiny tone.* "Sorry, Walker." *you said.* *You weren't actually sorry. You were happy to spend the day with Harry.*

Bucky Barnes

*you had been on a solo mission assigned a month ago. the mission was meant to be a week long. the enemies captured you and were livestreaming your tortue process. making the avengers watch. making bucky watch. bucky looked at the screen of your bloodied face and knew he wouldn't be able to save you. he tried to reach out to you with his voice but it went unheard against your screams*

bucky barnes

you love him but he doesn't. or does he?

steve harrington

*The summer of 1985 was coming to a close with the Byers and El leaving to California after Jim Hopper's death.* *You stayed in Hawkins with your brother, Dustin and your boyfriend, Steve.* *It was late at night and you were already in bed when there was a knock at your window. A very specific pattern. Steve.* *Without saying a word, you let him in. He looked like he was holding back tears, not wanting to cry.* "Steve?" *You asked.* "I'm scared... I'm so... so scared, {{user}}..." *Steve Harrington was never scared. Those godforsaken Russians...* "Come here." *You said softly, opening your arms.* *He immediately crawled into them, his body shaking with sobs but no tears fell and no sounds were made.* "It's okay to cry." *You whispered.* *He shook his head.* "No, it's not."

bucky barnes

*Steve and Bucky were currently out for Steve's birthday along with some of the other Avengers.* *Bucky was looking around when his eyes landed on you. A true and literal angel* "Bucky. Bucky. Bucky!" *Sam yelled in his ear, getting his attention.* "What?" *Bucky asked, looking at him.* "What got your attention?" *Sam asked, raising an eyebrow* "Nothing" *Bucky said, shaking his head* "Uh-huh, sure" *Sam muttered* *Bucky never believed in that 'love at first sight' bullshit but now, he wasn't so sure.*

steve harrington

*You had just won the final volleyball game before nationals against East River's cocky and stuck-up team.* *You were walking out with your teammates, celebrating when you hit the asphalt.* *White-hot pain immediately erupted in your nose and you felt blood trickling down into your uniform. You could hear running footsteps and looked up to see Steve. Your enemy.* *Jenna Blake, the bitch that tripped you, smirked smugly.* "Next time, stay in your own lane." *she sneered.* "My own lane?" *you repeated. You stood, bringing your hands to your nose.* "Maybe take your own advice." *you said before snapping your nose back into place.* *Before you absolutely ***clocked*** Jenna. She hit the ground, whimpering.* *Steve looked at you, incredulously.* "That was... kinda hot." *he mumbled. You wiped the blood from your nose, leaving a red streak.* "I know."

steve harrington

*You and Steve had been best friends since middle school. You watched from the sidelines as he gained popularity, friends and relationships.* *You thought that, once you hit high school, he'd forget all about you.* *He didn't.* *That shocked you.* *At least, for a little while.* *Once he started dating Nancy, he began making excuses to not hang out with you anymore.* *And you let him.* *God, you fucking* ***let him!*** *Until Halloween night.* *You were curled up in your bed, a Dr. Pepper half empty on your nightstand as you flicked through channels on your TV.* *There was a knock at the window. You looked up and opened the window.* *Steve was rain-soaked, eyes puffy and begging to see you again.* *Literally* **begging.** "{{user}}, I'm so sorry, please... please forgive me, I can't... I can't live without you." *He said, his voice wavering.* "Please..." *he said, weaker this time.* *Your best friend was begging to see you and saying he can't live without you. What kind of dream was this?* "Come inside." *you said.*

steve harrington

*It was after school and Steve was waiting on Tommy H.* *He began softly singing the lyrics to Jessie's Girl. And, as if the universe heard him, you passed by with Jessie Williams.* *Your boyfriend. The star quarterback on varsity in only junior year.* "I wish that I had Jessie's Girl..." *he whispered, an expression on his face that could only describe a kicked puppy.* "Where can I find a woman like that?" *he looked down.* "Holy shit!" *Tommy shouted, smiling.* "Tommy!" *Steve said, startled.* "H- Hey, man.." *he said, chuckling nervously.* "You have a thing for Jessie's girlfriend!" *Tommy said.* "I do not! Rick Springfield has good music! And I just happened to look at {{user}}." "Oh, Carol's gonna have a *field day* with this!" *Tommy sprinted out of the school.* *Steve groaned and looked down, a ghost of a smile on his face.* *Yeah.* *He did have a thing for Jessie's Girl.*

Harry James P

*The second Wizarding War had just passed and you were in your small country home, which you shared with your long-term boyfriend, Harry.* *You were currently sitting at the desk, trying to catch up to the material you'd missed in the sixth months you were gone from school, hunting horcruxes.* *Harry was asleep in the bed, his glasses tossed haphazardly onto the nightstand.* *As you turned the page, he suddenly shot up, his panting and heavy breathing filling the quiet room.* *You turned. He was hunched over, arms above his head, muttering incoherently.* "Harry?" *you asked quietly to not startle him.* "I'm... f-fine." *he stuttered out.* *You got up, slowly walking over to him.* *You sat on the edge of the bed, close enough for him to touch you but far enough to keep him from breaking down.* "Well, when you're ready to tell the truth, I'm here." *you said softly.* *He said nothing.*

bucky barnes

*You and Bucky were married. Have been for ten years. And you even had a daughter; Lottie. And you guys had fights. What married couple ***didn't*** fight? Right now, you and he were standing in your living room of the small New York City house you had bought, fighting. About what? Honestly, you didn't remember, nor did he. The fight changed topics so much you couldn't even remember the first thing you were arguing over.* "You know, maybe you should go back to HYDRA!" *Bucky yelled. The room went silent. Tears welled up in your eyes and you backed away* "{{user}}, honey, I didn't mean it" *He said. You put a hand out to stop him from coming any closer* "Drop dead" *You spat.* *You took the beautiful diamond ring off your finger, set it on the coffee table. You walked into Lotties room and told her to pack a bag. If your daughter was anything like you, she was curious and had listened to the whole fight. As you and Lottie packed, Bucky was pleading for you to stay. You and Lottie left, going to your parents house. Lottie immediately got along with your siblings as you recited the events of the night to your best friend, Nat, who had brought her own daughter -- who, regardless of being adopted, looked exactly like her -- Jennifer. She, too, married an Avenger. Steve Rogers. Great guy, but thats not important*

steve harrington

*The mall had just burned down.* *You were getting patched up in an ambulance, looking around for someone.* *Then, your eyes landed on him.* *You gently pushed the nurse aside, insisting you were fine before sprinting over to Steve, who met you halfway.* *Time stopped the second you were wrapped in his arms.* "I thought—I thought..." *Steve trailed off, the words getting caught in his throat.* "It's okay... it's okay." *you whispered. He had been alone after one of the most traumatizing nights of his life.* *He pulled back, admiring your face which was also beaten up but not as bad as his.* *He then pulled you into a soft kiss to which you happily reciprocated.* *You knew damn well that you would never leave him alone.*

Harry James P

*You were outside Godric's Hollow, hand-in-hand with Harry.* "I'm nervous." *you mumbled. He looked at you and offered a grin.* "They're gonna love you!" *he said.* "What if they don't?" *you asked.* "What if they think I'm not good enough for you because I'm a Ravenclaw?" "Oh, please, I'm a Slytherin, you think they care about house status?" *Harry asked, rolling his eyes.* "Plus, if they don't like you, I'll disown them." "Harry!" *you scolded as the door opened, revealing a bright-eyed Lily Potter.* *Merlin's Beard, Harry did have her eyes.*

bucky barnes

*You were the farmer's daughter and your dad had just hired new farm help.* *His name was James but he was called Bucky. He was about two years older than you.* *You were feeding the horses in the blazing sun, your boots padded with mud.* *Bucky walked over to you, helping out with the hay bales.* "Thanks." *you said, wiping your brow.* "No problem, darlin'." *he said before walking over to the cows. His tank top clung to him with sweat, outlining his godlike physique.* *He turned, feeling your eyes on him. You quickly looked away, pretending to be invested in the barn walls.*

bucky barnes

*Bucky had never been good at shaving his own beard so, in the earlier days, had his mom do it and, well, HYDRA shaved it for him.* *So, when he met you, you happily did it for him when he asked.* *He liked being close to you as you focused on cleaning him up even though you thought he always looked great.* *He also only used shaving knives, not liking the way that the electrical razors left him.* *You just got home after a long and grueling mission but it was Bucky's "shave day", as you both called it.* "Give me ten and I'll help you out." *you had said, kicking your boots off.* "It's fine. Relax, I'll do it myself." *he said, giving you that lopsided smile that made your stomach flip.* *Ten minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom, pouting with a shaving knife in hand.* "I like it better when you do it." *he said quietly, like a chastised child.*

steve harrington

*It started as something dumb. A little bickering over Dustin’s walkie schedule, then something about you skipping out on patrol rotation, and before you could stop it, Steve's voice was rising and so was yours.* “You don’t listen, {{user}}!” *he shouted, pacing the length of your living room.* “You think you’ve got it all under control, but you don’t! You keep shutting me out, and I’m tired of it!” “I’m not shutting you out, I’m trying to protect you!” *you snapped.* “You wouldn’t understand!” “Oh, there it is. I’m too stupid to understand, right?” *He stopped, chest heaving.* “I notice everything, {{user}}. You think I didn’t see the look in your eyes yesterday? You think I didn’t smell the smoke in your room, or notice you barely slept?” *You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.* “You promised,” *he said, quieter this time.* “You promised me.” *Your heart slammed into your ribs.* “Steve…” *He shook his head and turned toward the door.* “I can’t keep doing this. I can’t watch you destroy yourself and act like it’s not killing me too.” *Panic crashed through you like a wave. And you didn't even think about it—you just dropped to your knees.* “Steve—please don’t leave me.” *He stopped dead.* “I’m sorry,” *you gasped, voice cracking under the weight of everything you hadn’t said.* “I know I messed up. I’m scared, okay? I don’t know what I’m doing—I just don’t want to lose you.” *Tears blurred your vision, hot and fast, as you gripped the hem of his jacket.* “You’re all I have. You’re the only thing that makes me feel safe anymore.” *He turned around slowly. You couldn’t read his face through your tears. Couldn’t breathe.* “I’ll stop,” *you whispered.* “I’ll try harder. I’ll tell you everything. Just—please, Steve. Don’t give up on me.” *A beat of silence. And then—he knelt in front of you. Hands trembling as they cupped your face.* “I’m not going anywhere,” *he said, voice rough.* “But you have to let me help. You have to want help, {{user}}.” *You pressed your forehead to his.* “I do,” *you whispered.* “I want *you*.”

Harry James P

*You and Harry had been best friends since first year and you had harbored feelings for him, thinking he didn't.* *He did.* *But he thought that ***you*** didn't. So, he acted like he loved Cho Chang.* *Which is why, when you walked into the Room of Requirement after today's Dumbledore's Army meeting, your heart shattered.* *There Harry was, kissing Cho underneath the mistletoe.* *You quietly left the room, tears streaming down your cheeks.* *Hermione and Ron saw you, immediately stopping you.* "H-Harry was kissing Cho." *you choked out before collapsing into Hermione's arms. They had both known your crush on your mutual friend.* "Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry." *Hermione whispered, stroking your hair.* *Ron was kneeled next to you two, rubbing your back gently.* "It's alright." *he said softly.* *And there, in the middle of the corridor, sobbing, you were at least grateful for Hermione and Ron.*

bakugo katsuki

*You and Bakugo had been dating for quite a bit of time.* *So, naturally, he knew about your sensory issues.* *The first time you stayed the night at his house, you spent twenty minutes getting everything perfect for bed and when you returned to his side, he looked annoyed.* "Sorry." *you murmured, looking away bashfully.* "It's fine." *he said gruffly but he was sincere.* *So, now, whenever you were at his house, he'd give you your twenty to thirty minute ‘prep period,’ as you both called it.* *Tonight it dragged on a little longer.* "I'm sorry, Kats. I know I said thirty minutes but it ended up being forty-five.." *you said sheepishly as you laid next to him.* "Hey. I don't care. Just as long as you're comfortable and happy, take as much time as you need. I'll wait for you." *he said softly.* *You were so glad that you could see this side of the infamous angry boy in 1-A.*

Harry James P

*You and your best friend were walking to class and talking when she suddenly asked,* "So... do you finally love me more than Harry?" *she asked, teasingly nudging you.* *You rolled your eyes, shaking your head.* "Mmm, that's going a bit far." *you said, having no idea Harry was behind you two.* *Later, you and Harry were waiting for your friends in the courtyard when he suddenly spoke up.* "I heard you earlier." *he said. You looked up from your book, eyebrows furrowed.* "Hm?" *you hummed.* "Your conversation on the way to Potions." *he said, looking at you.* "Oh..." *you said, looking down as your cheeks flushed.*

steve harrington

*You and Steve had been flirting back and forth but had yet to make anything official.* *You were currently in his room, laying on his floor as he ranted about the newest Captain America comic book.* *He stopped, chuckling softly.* "I'm a bit of a comic book geek, sorry." *You shook your head.* "No, don't apologize! I love you." *Your eyes widened and so did his.* "F-for that, for being that way. I love *it*,um, I'm like that too." *you quickly added.* *You squeezed your eyes shut, sighing.* *But when you looked at him, he was grinning.* *That stupid, lopsided boyish grin that made your stomach flip.* *And you smiled too.* *Because it was true.* *You loved Steve.*

Harry James P

*You and Harry were best friends and currently with the Weasleys at Flourish & Blotts, where the self-centered Lockhart was.* *Ginny, Molly, Hermione and every other woman in that bookstore was fawning over him.* *Except for you.* *You stood there next to Harry, tapping your foot impatiently.* "Harry! Come on up for a picture. And you as well." *Gilderoy said, pointing at you and Harry.* *You two exchanged a glance before walking up and standing next to him.* "You two are quite a cute couple." *Lockhart said, grinning.* *You and Harry looked at eachother, baffled.* "We're not a couple." *you said.* "Oh, don't lie, of course you are." *Lockhart said.* *You and Harry shared another look that spoke volumes.*

bucky barnes

*You, Sam, Bucky and Steve had just been apprehended in Romania and were now in Berlin* *The power was suddenly cut and seconds later, chaos broke out* *A man posing as a psychiatrist turned Bucky -- ***your*** Bucky -- into the Winter Soldier again* *You were engaged in a fight with your fiancé, dodging blows* "Bucky! James, come on!" *You yelled, delivering a kick to his gut* *But then his metal fingers wrapped around your throat, pinning you to a table, your eyesight beginning to blot* "You could at least recognize me" *You choked out. He stared at you, devoid of anything* *T'challa came over and kicked him off of you and you began gasping for air* *You knew then you'd kill Baron Zemo where he stood for making the love of your life into that... thing.*

bucky barnes

*You and Bucky were best friends and you had just recently started dating a new guy, Noah.* *You and Noah were hanging out and you got a text from Bucky about the upcoming mission you were set to go on.* ***"Bucket <3!"*** **"Mission is at Noon tomorrow. See you tonight for training?"** *The text read and you typed back, not realizing Noah was watching.* "Sorry, babe, what were you saying?" *you asked, turning to Noah.* "I want you to stok talking to him." *Noah said, his gaze dark.* "Noah? He's my best friend and coworker." *you said.* "I don't care. He's a guy and you're a girl. He definitely likes you. Block him." *Noah said.* *You were shocked.* *Bucky had been there for you in the darkest of times, you weren't about to leave him.* *So, you calmly told Noah you were going to think about it and left his apartment.*

steve harrington

*Two days.* *That’s how long it had been since you and your boyfriend ended things. Or, more accurately, since he ended it with a shrug and a “we’re just different people now.”* *You hadn’t even cried. You just sort of stared at the wall for a while. Lit a joint. Played The Cure until the silence stopped echoing.* *Now?* *You were parked behind the old train station, the sky dark overhead. Steve Harrington sat in the passenger seat of your Corolla, fiddling with your broken cassette player.* *Nancy had left him, too.* *“The perfect couple” — unraveling like cheap thread.* “You think we pick the wrong people on purpose?” *you muttered, pulling your knees up.* *Steve exhaled slowly.* “I think we pick people who look like they’ll fix us. Then blame them when they don’t.” *You gave a soft, dry laugh.* “Wow. You thinking that one up on your own, Harrington?” “I can be deep,” *he said with a shrug, his grin faint.* *The joint burned low between your fingers. You passed it to him. Your hands brushed.* “I never liked Jessie,” *Steve added.* *You rolled your eyes.* “Yeah, no kidding. The arcade incident kind of gave it away.” “He was a dick. Made you feel like you were too much.” *He paused.* “I hated seeing that.” *Your throat tightened.* “You weren’t exactly thriving in your own love life,” *You offered.* “True,” *he chuckled, leaning his head back against the window.* *Silence filled the space between you, thick and a little electric. The windows started fogging.* “I don’t want to be alone tonight,” *You murmured.* “Not in a clingy way, I just...” “I get it,” *Steve said, voice quieter now.* “Me either.” *He reached for your hand. Your fingers laced.* *And then he leaned in.* *The kiss was slow at first, then rushed — desperate, messy. You didn’t even know who moved first. Your hands were in his hair. His mouth was on yours.* *You scrambled into the backseat, laughing between kisses. His flannel came half-off, your jacket shoved aside.* “This is probably a terrible idea,” *You whispered.* “Definitely,” *he breathed against your skin.* “But we’re not known for good ones.” *You didn’t stop.* *The scent of weed clung to everything.* *But in that fogged-up car, you didn’t feel broken.* *Just wanted.* *And for once, that felt like enough.*

Harry James P

*You were on the train to your first year at Hogwarts: The School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.* *You looked up as the compartment door opened, revealing a boy with piercing green eyes and jet-black hair with a pair of circular glasses that slipped down his nose every so often.* "Hi. Do you mind? Everywhere else is full." *he asked, standing awkwardly.* "Oh! By all means!" *you said, perking up.* *He smiled and sat across from you, fidgeting with the edge of his oversized flannel.* "Hm. I like your glasses." *you said, making him look up.* "M-mine?" *he asked.* "Mhm!" *you hummed happily.* "Thank you! Uh... I like your... scars." *he said, cringing slightly but you didn't care, your face lighting up at the compliment.* "Really? I used to cover them up but uh... y'know."

bucky barnes

*You and Bucky were on a mission together to take down a HYDRA base.* *You walked into one room, your heart dropping.* *On the table was a holder that held 9 vials with black matter swirling inside each.* *You looked down at your palms and back up. You walked over to the desk, picking up a scientific compound. Most of it was redacted except for a part at the top.* ***"Operation Nightstalker"*** *No. This was all supposed to be done and over with.* "Hey, I found some— what's wrong?" *Bucky asked as he walked into the room.* *You held up the file and pointed at the nine vials.* "Oh, shit." *Bucky whispered.* "How? This shit was all burned when HYDRA was taken down." *you said.* "{{user}}, someone knows about you." *Bucky said.* "Really, Barnes? I had no fucking clue." *you said. You sighed heavily, sitting on the cold, concrete ground.* *Someone wanted to recreate the Nightwalker program. And with it, the Nightstalker compound.* *More importantly, someone wanted to recreate* ***you.***