#lastfallenstar

skinny!Steve x reader 19th century AU

His career goes into a free-fall after the announcement and even though he and her (Lance doesn’t want to think about her name anymore) had agreed on a settlement – that he would help the best he could along the way. Lance Tucker has still done the unthinkable and slept with a promising student like an idiot – like he didn’t know the consequences of his actions.

He losses everything he had spent decades fall in front of him, because how how else can the story end. 

He’s a failure and he ends up drowning in the bottle more than he should. But, even though all that–

“Come on, let’s go,” a familiar voice rings out in the hazy of his drunken state and like always was already dragging him from the latest bar. 

“You put your arm around me and I literally felt my knees buckle,” he lets out in a dry laugh as the figure simply shakes her head, “This is so pathetic. I’m so pathetic.” 

Being in a polyamorous relationship with Clint Barton and Scott Lang would include:

Dorky but shameless flirting

Being friends first

But ones that keep ‘accidentally’ having sex with each other

You and Clint already having met Cassie well before you’re technically in a relationship with Scott

One day just realizing that the three of you might be together and running with it.

Laughing a lot

Sometimes wondering if those two will ever take anything seriously again

A great big blended family

Each of them teaching the other tricks

Clint stealing the Pym tech to use

Scott freaking out when he does because he doesn’t want to get in trouble with Hank

Scott being very free with the ‘I love yous’

Clint not saying it very often and being very serious when he does

Them both physically showing it in the same way

The kind of PDA where you’re getting hugged and rocked from side to side when it happens or your hair is getting messed up

Butt slaps

Being tickled

Marathon, super acrobatic, sex sessions

Scott not buying that Clint is dumb for one second.

Sleeping in a big pile

Momma Look Sharp: UMMMM...YES FOLLOW THROUGH ON THAT IDEA BECAUSE I WONT BE ABLE TO WITHOUT CRYING AND NOT WANTING TO PUBLISH IT!!

Sonya Alone: SO MANY STUCKY FEELS!! I don’t romantically ship them, but DAMN this will hit no matter how you ship them.

He comes in late, the airplane had a delayed that had him waiting in Denver more than should be allowed to. You had prepared a lovely dinner to welcome him home, but after the news you wrapped it –and your lingerie– up and headed to bad, unsure of when he was coming home. 

And now that Lance was there, he could only stand in awe and an ache that came without seeing you for so long. You were asleep in your shared bedroom on his side of the bed, snuggled into the blanket with the USA logo. 

It’s crazy how much to missed him, but blue eyes soften while watching you snoring softly with the moonlight draping itself from the large window on the side. All the heaviness of travel and work fall of his shoulder as he drops his bags in front of the door and finds himself magnetized to move to your direction. 

He leans in, sinking into the plush carpet as he grabs your cheek, “Babe.”

Your eyelids flutter at the sound of his voice since you had always been a light sleeper. Your voice horse with sleep as you ask not quite believing it: “Lance, you home?” 

“Yeah, just got in,” he states before pulling you in -- a quick nip of your lips to his before you starts waking up more and grab the back of his neck, pulling him in deeper.