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✧when social media calls so does the questions || walker scobell x fem!reader

summary: after fans have created more and more of a scene with y/n l/n and walker scobell they are asked about it in their first interview together.

warning: friendly reminder the people/faces i use are just for the aesthetic ofc imagine it’s you bc we’re on that level of delulu<3

as they day went by y/n sat in her hotel room with her dressers, makeup and nail artist all around . this was probably one thing y/n enjoyed about being who she was and doing what she did.

she got to say there while people made her look pretty at the amazing work they did on her. however, though some of the dresses and suits she had to wear were sometimes out of the ordinary or just tight in general, they always made sure to capture her natural color and make her outfits look beautiful on her.

today y/n would be getting interviewed after she got ready—so was aryan, leah and walker of course. she was beyond nervous, exited? but definitely mostly nervous. she hated when she had to sit in front of a camera—well, it came more naturally when she was acting because she wasn’t really being herself.

but when it came to being interviewed, she was half of the time being told what to say, monitored at all times and some other genuine answers were cut out. she guessed it would probably be more dramatic for the audience and the interviewer.

‘miss. l/n, your being called’ one of her managers called out to her as she was just getting her last piece of clothing on.

‘oh—okay!’ she called back. as her stylist got her finished up and ready she smiled and thanked everyone who gave her a huge smile back while they waved her goodbye.

but before she could leave, she obviously had to take some pictures.

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the second y/n stepped out of her hotel room was as if on the sam strike as the rest of her friends. aryan, leah and walker came out of their separate room with their outfits on.

leah wore a beautiful dress and her afro, aryan wore a simple green shirt and black pants and walker wearing a black jacket with dark blue jeans.

‘okay why is it only me and leah going all out for these outfits?’ y/n placed her hands out motioning to the fact the boys were dressed as if they were going out on a casual walk and y/n and leah to the met gala.

‘well…talk to my styalist with that because i can’t give you an answer’ aryan commented with a smile as y/n laughed a bit. holding her phone in her hand along with her purse.

walker had subconsciously found himself waiting for her to walk beside him which didn’t go unnoticed by aryan and leah.

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as the group walked outside was then the lights began flashing in a hurry. the dark sky around them already causing enough ruckus to other people trying to sleep in the hotel, y/n and the group has stopped to give the crowd what they want.

their pictures.

as they did y/n and walker stood arm to arm. him holding the back of his hand along the back half of her back.

while they smiled, waved, posed and did some silly things out of habit. they finally seen their car was ready, signaling it was time to go, so they all began to walk.

but as y/n did she had felt her shoe get caught on something causing her to stop for a second, walker behind somehow able to feel her presence stopped immediately and looked down to her shoe.

‘oh—wait i got it it’s okay—‘

‘no wait let me help’ walker pulled back and leaned down on his knee to see her heel was stuck on the vent of the ground outside. once he got it out someone yelled—‘it’s like a real life cinderella story!’ causing the crowed to awh and flash their cameras faster.

y/n placed her hand over her mouth and nervously laughed as did walker who placed his hand back against her back and let it hold there as they walked.

when they got in the car they immediately sighed of relief from the outside media not being able to get as good pictures but still tired of course.

‘i don’t think ill ever get over this—the lights might be the cause of me going blind to be honest’ leah mumbled while holding her head in her hands, enjoying the heat of the car in this time of day which was a bit cold outside.

‘yeah, i think we should i hide all night and only take pictures in the day or something so they don’t use pictures’

‘that just gives me even more the reason to stay home, so i’m going along with that plan’ y/n smiled at aryan who laughed.

as they drove to their destination, they all had to take pictures and of course videos for their spam’s and personal cameras rolls for memory’s.

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when they arrived to their interview destination, the four of them sat in their chairs.

leah and y/n sat next to each other. walker and scobell seated next to each other—so the order being leah, y/n, walker, and aryan.

‘okay, are you guys ready?’ the interviewer asked with a warm smile, they all nodded their heads and y/n gave a nervous thumbs up as she smiled making walker laugh.

‘okay, we’re on in—3,2,1–‘

looking a bit over at the camera pointed towards her she started—‘hello my name is racheal james and i am here with—‘

‘leah jeffries’ she smiled

‘y/n l/n’ she nervously twisted with her hands—

‘walker scobell’ who gave a smile and soon—‘aryan simhardi’ who waved to the camera.

‘hi! hello, welcome hope things went well as you got here?’

‘uh yeah—y’know, paparazzi, yelling, lights—it went amazing’ walker looked at the racheal who laughed, y/n smiled a bit while she touched a bit of her face as leah and aryan laughed a bit.

‘as usual, as usual—so! i have been dying to ask, how did you guys all get along when you were casted for percy jackson?’

‘uhm, we did pretty good? i mean i came in a bit late since my character doesn’t show up till episode four so i got a bit more time to pack at home but y’know, i think i get along with them amazingly’

‘yeah—i mean, when we all met y/n she was very warm and an inviting person, every funny and so energetic i just love her presence’ walker told while looking at y/n who warmly smiled and placed her hand over her mouth.

‘okay! the two of them!? i can’t! they always do this! it’s constant—‘ leah pointed at the two as she yelled and laughed making y/n and walker nervously laugh.

‘that’s what i was going to say! is it always like that?’ racheal smiled at them.

‘oh my—yes! all the time. on set, at dinner, hang outs—anywhere!’ aryan commented while y/n shook her head with a eye roll and walked just smiled, his face red.

‘okay but wait—so, as you all know, the comments on instagram are going insane over walker and y/n i wanted to ask how do you two feel about it? is it uncomfortable? is it truth or just fans being fans?’

‘uhm….i wouldn’t call them fans just more of very distant friends and family? but im not uncomfortable with it all all—‘

‘yeah no i’m not either, it’s kinda funny and amusing to see everyone piece things together more than some do in the show’ walker shrugged as y/n laughed.

‘ou? so, are you denying or backing up on the rumors that the famous (c/n) and percy jackson may be lovers outside of percy jackson?’

leah immediately looked at aryan who’s eyes snapped to walker and y/n.

the two of them nervously touched their faces while shrugging—‘i—um?’

‘yeah, so…y’know?’ the lot laughed as they watched the two teens nervously try to figure out what to say.

‘okay! i’m sorry i’m sorry to make you uncomfortable! let’s just move onto the next question yeah?’ she smiled while flipping through papers.

y/n placed her hand over her face and sighed deeply to calm herself as for walker who looked at her with a smile and a red warm face.

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about a couple hours later when the interview was done y/n and walker decided to split from the group who had happened to all want to go out to dinner just to hang out.

walker badly wanted to be with y/n but not when she was occupied with the other group, so he pulled her away from the group for a little bit just to talk which y/n didn’t mind in the slightest.

the two of them were standing on the sidewalk as they talked and laughed together.

‘when she asked what was going on in the comments i’m not going to lie i kind of freaked out like i was like—dude what the hell do i say? what do i do?’ walker revealed as he sheepishly moved a bit closer to y/n who did as well.

‘oh my god—same, i was so nervous i didn’t know what i was going to day next to try and recover from that’ she laughed as walker nodded his head in agreement while he placed a small hand on her arm which she didn’t take note of.

after a laugher died down a bit, the two of them stood in a bit of silence as they felt the cold air breeze past them. since y/n wore a outfit that had no jacket, walker had given her his jacket back at the restaurant after seeing cold chills on her arm.

as y/n held her arms with the jacket getting warmer, walker couldn’t held but admire how pretty she looked under the yellow light of the street pole next to them.

‘you looked really pretty’ he smiled as she placed a hand over her mouth to smile widely before placing it back down to her side.

‘thank you…your not too bad yourself’ she teased as he faked a gasp making her laugh. this only prompted him to go after her with his arms around her shoulders as she laughed out loud while he moved their bodies to the side aggressively.

her face being mashed between chest and arm.

‘oh my god! my makeup!’ she cried out with a laugh as he completely ignored her with his own laughter.

once they were done moving he leaned down to give her a kiss on her cheek making the both of them grow warm and red. she smiled deeply while placing her arms around his waist. the two of them embracing each other in the dead of night.

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yourinstagram if you guys don’t know…i’m literally terrified of doing almost anything thanks to final destination

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dior.n.goodjohn dude imagine the cars just blowing up out of nowhere while you guys were driving it…

↳ yourinstagram I WAS IMAGINING THAT THE WHOLE TIME WHILE WALKER JUST LAUGHED LIKE WHATS FUNNY?

↳ walker.scobell IT WAS FUNNY BC U WERE CRYING 😭!?

↳ yourinstagram that was supposed to stay between us.😒

↳ walker.scobell oh.

iamcharliebushnell that’s insane you thought that while driving the whole time

↳ leahsavajeffries i would’ve just got off at that point 😭

↳ walker.scobell oh trust she tried but i didn’t let her leave me on there alone after i paid for that

user282 AHHH MORE WALKER AND Y/N CONTENT<33333

user200 they’re hand feeding us at this point bc omg😭

user1011 i literally love them sm—DID YALL SEE THOES PAPARAZZI PICS OF THEN CUDDLED UP OUTSIDE???

↳ yourinstagram PAPARAZZI PICS?

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walker.scobell i think y/n enjoys my phone more than her own phone

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yourinstagram i enjoy your phone bc u have storage 🧍🏽‍♀️

↳ walker.scobell OUUUU so just take all mine? got it got it

↳ yourinstagram DONT ACT FUNNY ON HERE BC U TOLD ME TOO U TOLD ME IT WAS OKAY!?

↳ walker.scobell *gulps*

dior.n.goodjohn LOOK AT MY CHILDRENNNNB OMG

iamcharliebushnell they grow up so fast☹️

↳ walker.scobell why r u guys acting like your nearing your eighties

user111 LOOK AT THEMMMNM OMG GGOGMGMGMGMGM

user1034 they’re cuties

user77 i can’t believe they’re actually together like someone don’t pinch me if this is a dream i don’t wanna wake up from it

↳ yourinstagram awh😭?

↳ walker.scobell okay this is adorable though

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dior.n.goodjohn GET THHHHHHHHHHHH SHHHHH OUT PF HERE OMG

iamcharliebushnell okay but how many times have they hung out without us is the real question

leahsavajeffries alright yall not to much

↳ walker.scobell HUH😭

yourmom i’m so happy you make her happy☺️

↳ walker.scobell awh mrs.l/n

↳ yourinstagram awh mom STOP☹️

yourinstagram that busted up camera ain’t give no promises

↳ walker.scobell that’s what happens when you drop it like thirty times…

user11000 LOOK AT THEM GUYSSSSSS AHHHH

user220 i’m so happy i shipped them the second i saw them on screen together and irl

user1479 the fact they are literally two half’s of a whole is proof soulmates are real

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#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #percy pjo #percy series #grover underwood #walker scobell

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orgxnas · 7 months

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The Fellowship and their favorite Classic Frat Party Bangers™️

Frodo

No Hands by Waka Flocka Flame

This is pre-Ring Frodo, ofc

Y’all remember how he was dancing at Bilbo’s birthday? Yeah dude def likes to get down

I just feel like after he’s had a few drinks in him and this song comes on, he grabs Sam and loudly says “OMG ITS MY SOONNGGGG!”

Can sing the whole song with no breaks (just like me fr)

Sam

Everything by Pitbull

Sam actually doesn’t really like the music they play at parties. He thinks some of the lyrics are crass

HOWEVER

One time this song came on at a party that Rosie was at and she danced with him the entire song. He has not stopped thinking about it since

The next day he went straight to Merry (the Pitbull expert) and asked him what the song was called and then he immediately went and bought the song and listened to it everyday for the next two weeks

Now he requests it every time him and Frodo go out just in case Rosie is there

Pippin

Shots by Lil Jon

He is the Snooki of the Shire let’s be real here

Loves lil Jon. Thinks he’s a lyrical genius

He’s always up on the damn tables and the bar

“IF YOU AINT GETTIN DRUNK GET THE FUCK OUT THE CLUB” and Pippin took that personally

Spills his drinks on everyone. Gets into a verbal altercation bc of said spillage. Merry comes in to back him up. Now Frodo and Sam have to break up a fight

Merry

Hotel Room Service by Pitbull

Pitbulls no. 1 fan

Right up there on the tables with Pippin

Gets sooo hype for “WE AT THE HOTEL MOTEL HOLIDAY INN!”

Also spills his drinks but not as much

Has in fact been decked in the face for asking a girl if he could take her back to the hotel room for some *service*

Aragorn

Pepas by Farruko

This man has never gone to a party of his own accord. He has only gone just to make sure that Merry and Pippin don’t die

BUT once he’s got a few drinks in his system and this song comes on, he’s ready to let lose

I feel like he would love the Spanish songs (he can speak fluently I just know it)

Does his own lil dancy dance while Merry and Pippin cheer him on

Legolas records it for when he’s sober and they can all laugh about it

Legolas

Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira OR Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado

Oh he defff likes the “girlier” songs

Once he has enough in his system to get that lil tingle in his hands, bro is right in the middle of whatever dance circle formed around him

That man LOVES to flip his hair all over the place like he’s really got his hands in his hair feeling the music and everything

Learned all this from his father I just know that Thranduil made sure his son was properly educated

Gimli gives him shit for the entire night

Gimli

Get Low by Lil Jon

Oh bro definitely likes to get low

His drunk self gets SO HYPE when this song comes on

Climbs right up on the table with Merry and Pippin (falls off soon after)

The rest of the fellowship watches in absolute terror as he tears up the dance floor

Gandalf

Danza Kuduro by Don Omar

Will he dance? Who knows

But one thing for certain is that his heart is filled with so much joy watching the Hobbits go absolutely crazy for this song

He thinks it’s so fun and endearing watching them dancing and enjoying the night

It’s one of those simple things that he loves so much. Watching a group of friends enjoying each others company and celebrating their friendship with music and dancing

You know what he WILL dance let him get in the middle of that silly little circle

Boromir

DJ Got Us Fallin In Love by Usher

He may be daddy’s favorite, but being daddy’s favorite is stressful

At the end of the week, he just wants to cut lose and get drunk

And drunk he gets

He just likes to feel the musiiicccc

Has never gone home alone LMAO

#lord of the rings #incorrect lotr quotes #lotr shitpost #lotr fandom #lotr #frodo baggins #samwise gamgee #merry and pippin #pippin #merry brandybuck #pippin took #aragorn #legolas #gandalf #gimli #boromir #this is definitely canon

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guess-my-next-obsession · 1 year

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August — Chapter One

pairing: frankie morales x f!ofc (rebecca herrera)

summary: Rebecca Herrera goes on her annual family vacation and meets a handsome stranger. Only problem is, that stranger just so happens to be twenty years older and her uncle’s close friend.

warnings: MINORS DNI, no smut for now, but definitely lots to come, age gap relationship (20+ years), secret relationships, mid-20s existentialism, angst, pining, all the feels to come

words: 3.3k

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“Bex! Come help me unload the truck! Fucks sake,” Joseph Herrera shouted down the beach at his niece, watching with irritation as she stood at the edge of the waves staring out at the water rather than helping unload.

Always lost in a daydream, that girl.

Becca sighed at the sound of her name being called, tossing the iridescent seashell she’d found back into the water before begrudgingly turning to walk up the sandy hill to her family’s beach home in Ensañada, México.

Rebecca Herrera was the black sheep of her family, or at least that’s always how it felt growing up. They saw her as a quiet bookworm that liked to keep to herself, though in her own memory of her childhood, it felt less like a preference and more like a consequence of a deep misunderstanding of her psyche. She’d always been different than everyone else, and growing up as an only child only deepened the loneliness she’d eventually become well acquainted with.

At the age of seventeen, she graduated high school and rushed off to college a few months later, having dreamt of it since she was a little girl. Even before she could read she always had this dream for her life, a dream of education and success, of academia and self-fulfillment. Her parents never took much complaint with her studious and introverted nature, after all, it wasn’t like she was out getting into trouble because of it. But still, she could always feel a sort of disappointment radiating off of them every time she chose to skip a party or a dance in favor of staying home to finish a project.

College had been a life-changing experience for her. She, for the first time in her life, was able to find a group of like-minded individuals who were able to both understand her and also push her to try new experiences. Though she remained that same timid girl she had always been, she was now able to see that life existed beyond the barriers that she had created for her self out of reluctance and fear. In the six years since starting college, she’d gotten her masters in business and blossomed into a woman, but so far, her evolution had gone unnoticed by her family.

“Nice of you to finally help out, cuz’.” Becca’s older cousin Sam, in his early thirties and still stuck in his high school glory days, smirked at her as he lifted an ice chest from the bed of the truck with a grunt.

“No problem,” she snarked and climbed up onto the bed, moving the luggage from the back of the bed to the edge.

“There he is!” Becca heard her uncle’s boisterous cackle from down the driveway, lifting her head to look over the roof of truck to investigate. With a slanted frown, she realized her hopes of being nosy were crushed by her poor eyesight. She let her curiosity face into indifference as she turned back to her work, her uncle’s voice still booming in the distance. “Alright, man! We’ll see you tonight then? You’re still crashing with us, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” she heard the man’s confirmation, the rest of his sentence too faint to make out.

Once she’d climbed off the bed of the truck, her mother, came walking from inside the house, smiling at her with her hands on her hips.

“Baby, why aren’t you inside helping the girls get lunch ready?” She approached Rebecca with an empathetic frown.

“Uncle Joe asked—well, shamed me into helping.” She grabbed two of the heavy duffel bags in each hand, grunting as the weight hit her once she’d pulled them off the truck. Her mother sucked her teeth and sighed at her daughters independence, taking two of the bags from her daughter and helping her carry them inside. “I thought I heard him talking to somebody else about staying here. Are we having another person over?”

“Oh, yeah, one of your uncle’s friends from high school. Don’t remember his name.” The women walked into the home through the open patio doors, music from the early 2000’s blaring throughout the home speakers courtesy of Sam.

Becca’s younger twin cousins, Carla and Ruby, were working away in the kitchen on lunch, gossiping about their current high school love interests. In the living room sat her father, sitting on the sofa with his feet up on the coffee table, a basketball game on as everyone else around him worked to settle in. As Becca and her mother passed behind him, she bumped him on the head with one of the bags. “Get up and go help the boys, honey.”

“They’ve got it,” he grunted, readjusting his relaxed position, making Becca chuckle as she looked down at the tags for the bags.

“Alright mom, I’ve got Sam’s and Ruby’s. Do you think top floor or bottom floor?” She asked, her mother weighing her head side to side with a scrunched face.

“Let’s put Sam on the bottom floor. You know how he likes to stomp around.” She gestured ahead at the hallway.

This beach house was the only lavish thing her family had, the six room mini-mansion easily afforded by her restaurant-owning uncle. Her father chipped in, too, having owned a few successful restaurants himself in Los Angeles. But aside from the lavish beach house, her family was completely average. There were no fancy trips, nice cars, or big allowances growing up. Even when it was time for college, she was pressured into attending a state school rather than the ivy leagues she’d been accepted into. Even now, Becca worked a job waitressing in her father’s restaurant while she took her time in figuring out the next step in her career.

“Okay, how about Sam, the twins, and you down here. Me and your father, your uncle, and his mysterious guest will be upstairs. How about that? Kids downstairs, adults upstairs.” Becca groaned at the thought of being lumped in with her cousins, the twin teenagers being tolerable at best on a good day and Sam being her biggest enemy since childhood. Sensing her daughter’s irritability, Becca’s mother r“You know what, how about you go get settled in and relaxed. They can handle their own stuff. Go out, go to the beach and…stand or whatever it is you like to do out there.”

“Really?” She asked with a hopeful but hesitant smile, thankful that her mother always seemed to know when things were becoming too much.

“Yeah, and by the time you get back, they should all be drunk enough to be fun. Hey! And we might even get to find out who this guest is. A little snooping would be fun, no?” She nudged her daughters side, watching as she chuckled and nodded. “Go have some fun. We’re on vacation.”

“Thanks, mom.” Becca grabbed her duffel bag from her mothers hand and ran down the hall to her claimed room, quickly changing into her swimsuit and throwing on a sundress to cover it up. Grabbing her tote bag, she snuck out of the house and walked down the beach towards the boardwalk, figuring if she was going to let loose this week, a glass of wine would be a good place to start.

“Is that Bobby’s girl? Lord, you get older every year.” Jose, the elderly owner of the most successful sportsbar on the boardwalk beamed once he spotted Becca. She smiled at the owner’s welcome as she walked into the place she’d been coming to since she was a little girl tagging along with her father and uncle. “Is it that time of year already?”

“Yep, every August us Herrera’s come rolling into town to cause trouble.” She chuckled and pulled up a seat at the bar, eyes squinting as she took in his current selection of wines and beers.

“I’ve got a really nice Sangria, I know how you like reds.” He offered, using the tap to pour her a complimentary sample glass. Becca lifted the fruity wine to her lips and hummed in approval. “Si?”

“Oh, yeah.” She nodded and grinned at him. “That’s so good!”

“Remind me, mija, have you graduated yet? I seem to remember me offering you a chance at running this place once you got your business degree?” He asked with a playful tone as he handed her a full glass. Becca hid behind it and smiled awkwardly, shrugging.

“I’m still just trying to figure things out. I’ve mostly just been waitressing at my dads place.”

“And yet instead you could be running a bar in wine country, Mexico. Yes, that makes sense.” He rolled his eyes and chuckled before looking over at the new patron walking in. “Hola, señor! What can I get started for you?”

“Hola,” Becca felt chills as she listened to a deep voice approach the bar, her head slowly turning to take in the man next to her. He smiled at Jose, his hands tapping rhythmically against the wood as he read through the current menu up on the wall.

The man was obviously handsome, but dressed humbly and kept an approachable air about him. He was wearing a grey t-shirt that hugged his torso, the cotton stretching over the expanse of his broad shoulders. Underneath the worn and well-loved baseball cap he had on was a head of messy brown waves, the ends curling up over the hat. His head turned to face her, his mouth twisted in consideration as he gestured with his head at her drink. “What do you have? Is it any good?”

“Um…sangria. It’s really good, actually.” She shrugged with a smile, their eyes lingering on each other long enough to force a blush onto her cheeks. He turned away with a wider smile, seemingly noticing her pink cheeks, and nodded.

“I’ll have a glass of that, then.” He finally scooted out the metal barstool one chair away from hers and took off his sunglasses, hooking them onto his shirt and looking up at the flat screens in front of them.

Becca couldn’t keep her eyes from glancing over at him every other second, his calming aura capturing her interest without him even having to look her way.

“Do you watch basketball?” The stranger asked, finally turning to meet her eyes. Becca had never seen such a warmth before, his brown eyes soft and dreamy—the kind she imagined falling for as a little girl.

“I do, actually. Just not with my family.” She chuckled and shifted a bit in her seat to face him better. “Too many men.”

“Gotcha. They the obnoxious yelling, chest bump kinda guys?”

“Yes! Yeah, exactly that. Very hyper masculine.” She nodded with a smirk, looking down at her glass while Jose slid him his drink. A moment of awkward silence passed before she spoke again, already missing the sound of the handsome stranger’s voice. “I didn’t, uh, didn’t get your name.”

“Oh, yeah,” he leaned his hand forward with a soft smile. “Frankie.”

“Becca.” She reached for his hand and shook it, noting it’s warmth before letting it go. “Here on vacation?”

“Yeah, I’m staying with my friend and his family. Been meaning to see him for years but…things have been...busy.” He sucked in sharply before exhaling and gesturing at her. “What about you?”

“Family vacation. We come out here every August.”

“Which means me and her go way back. So if you try anything—“ Jose interrupted, making Becca gasp and chuckle at his playful display of protectiveness.

“José!” She blushed and covered her face, Frankie chuckling and nodding, throwing his hands up in surrender.

“I’ll keep my hands to myself, Jose.” He promised, but Becca found herself hoping he was a liar. The thought of his strong hands anywhere on her body was enough to fuel her fantasies for a few weeks at least.

“Anyways,” she interjected with an embarrassed chuckle, earning a laugh from both men.

“So, what’s your plan for the evening? Going back to your hyper masculine family?” He leaned onto the bar once Jose had gone to help the kitchen out with orders. Becca smiled down at her lap and thought about what a casual summer fling would feel like with a handsome older man like him. His kind eyes and strong arms holding her close all week, teaching her things she never got the chance to learn having stayed single for the majority of her life.

“I, uh, was just grabbing a drink before I hit up this dancing spot I like to make a fool of myself at. Dancing relieves my stress, and given my hyper masculine family, I need all the stress relief I can get.” She shrugged and looked up at him with her best flirty smile. “You could tag along if you wanted? Are you much of a dancer?”

“I’m not, but it never stops me from trying.” He gave her a proud smirk as he shrugged, earning a laugh. “What do you say we finish our drinks and then you can watch me make a fool of myself.”

“Deal.” She chuckled and they clinked their glasses together.

“So you’re 24, you have a business degree from UCLA, and you feel overwhelmed by all life’s opportunities? Welcome to the next ten years of life.” Frankie spoke while dancing a lazy bachata with Becca, the drinks they’d shared since the bar now more than set in and all their nerves washed away. Their hips were flush against each other, their legs intermingled as they swayed to the rhythm. “No one knows shit until like they’re old and grey, and even then…”

“So how old are you?” She pulled back and studied his handsome face, her lips close enough to his that she could smell the wine on his breath. “Can’t be older than 35.”

“I’m 40.” He replied with a half smirk, watching her eyes go wide. “Oh no, you’re looking at me like I’m an old man now.”

“No! I just…never would’ve thought. You look…very good for your age.” She flickered her eyes to his lips but before she had the chance to lean in first, he was already pressing his lips to hers, his hand cupping her cheek as their dancing stopped. They looked the picture of a budding summer romance as they stood in the middle of the semi-crowded dance floor, Los Gardenias playing romantically in the background.

“Sorry, couldn’t wait for you to make the first move.” He joked in a sigh against her lips, pressing their foreheads together. She chuckled breathlessly and opened her eyes, looking into his deep brown orbs.

Their moment was interrupted by the music switching to a more modern set, signaling the establishment’s nightly shift from a bar into a nightclub. Becca looked out through the glass doors at the darkened boardwalk, the time having flown by in Frankie’s company.

“Holy shit, what time is it?” She frantically began walking out, Frankie following her as she left the club.

“Wait, let me give you my number.” He stopped her on the boardwalk, the two quickly exchanging numbers before she quite literally ran off back to the house, thanking the heavens that she only lived a few houses away from the pier.

The entire time she ran home, her head spun with images of Frankie smiling down at her. He felt so familiar, like they were made of the same kind of stuff on the inside. It was a rarity that she felt such an instant kinship with anyone, let alone a man. Him simply being himself around her was enough to launch her into a girlish crush that filled her with an excitement and giddiness that she hadn’t felt in years.

Yes, he was older than her, and her parents would never approve of their age gap, but she couldn’t be bothered to think about all that. All the she knew was that when his lips pressed against hers her body felt like it was going to combust with excitement. He was all fire and passion, and it drove her mad with lust. She knew it was a fleeting thing, their summer romance, but she didn’t care. He was gorgeous and interesting, and most of all, he viewed her for what she was—a woman—rather than the little girl everyone else saw.

“There you are,” her uncle Joe shook his head with a grin as she ran up to the beachfront patio, his hands on his hips. “Getting drunk at Jose’s?”

“Yeah,” she half-lied with a smile as she caught her breath, walking past her dad on the outdoor sofa and opening up the cooler to grab a cold water.

“Why don’t you find a boyfriend in town? Maybe that’ll give us some entertainment.” Joe suggested with a playful smile as he sat down across from her father. Becca raised her eyebrows and chuckled bashfully. “Oh? Did you?”

“Better not have,” her father chimed in grumpily.

“Not a boyfriend.” She grinned to herself. “Just a friend.”

“Is that code for lesbian stuff?” Joe asked, making her spit out her water.

“No. I wish I was. It’d be a whole lot easier than trying to deal with a man.” She smirked as she walked past them. “I’m gonna go for a swim.”

“Alright, kiddo,” her father responded as she walked off into the darkness of the beach, shedding her sundress so that she was only in her two-piece swimsuit when she reached the ocean.

She felt the pounding of her heart as she stood in the night ocean, having just spent the entire afternoon with a beautiful man talking about nothing and everything, and it made her feel alive. She could feel the breath coming in and out of her lungs. She could feel the blood pumping through her veins. She could feel her heart craving more from this life, starting with Frankie.

It felt like a cleansing of sorts, plunging herself into the cold water before running back up the sandy hill. Remembering the fact that she’d given him her phone number, she felt her chest tingle with hope that once she reached it, there’d be a text from him waiting on her screen. It didn’t matter if it was late and she was surrounded by nosy family—she’d figure out an excuse to go out again just to meet him somewhere. Anywhere.

But when she reached the patio…

“Bex, come here. I want to introduce you to my old friend, Frankie.” She felt that same heart that had just been pounding inside of her chest stop, her eyes locking with an equally shocked Frankie. Her uncle gave them both an odd look as he watched them stare at each other in absolute silence. “Don’t be rude, Becca. Say hello.”

“Sorry, uh,” She approached the men, using her sundress to wipe down her dripping body before wishing she had a towel to provide her with more coverage. “Nice to meet you, Frankie.”

“She’s a little drunk, I think,” her uncle chuckled and patted Frankie on the back.

“It’s…nice to meet you too, Becca.” Frankie forced his face into indifference.

“Becca, go inside and change into something a little more modest, will you?” Her father insisted, drawing Frankie’s eyes away from her as she stood in her string bikini, as though he’d just realized how hard he’d been staring. Becca nodded and walked past the men, her shoulder brushing Frankie’s as she walked inside the house.

“That girl,” her uncle chuckled and shook his head. “She’s an odd one.”

Frankie couldn’t believe the odds. He had never felt more sinful than in that moment, wanting her so badly and hearing these two men his age talk down to her like a child. She was a child to them, he reasoned. But not to him. She was all woman, and had this interaction never happened, he probably would’ve gone on to explore every inch of her womanhood. But that was all off limits now.

Right?

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5 | Talking

Series: Unexpected

Paring: (Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!) (Chris Sturniolo x OFC Brock!)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

"If all the activity is right here. What if we just make a big circle right there?" Sam suggests so they move the rope again and it goes off more so they put the Alice box down.

"Nick, why you in the circle?" Dani laughs at him all alone in it.

"Oops," He does a little jog to get on the outside of it then joins her side along with his brothers.

"Carlota, are you here with us?" Colby asks, "Something's here with us."

Chris says he was gonna sit down on the floor while they waited for a response making his brothers and Dani laugh at him.

"Is there someone else other than Carlota?"

Secret

"It's a secret. What if it's Samantha pranking us again?" Sam suggests.

"Okay, tell us more about the secret."

Sharp

Thank

While the others start talking about what it could mean and the last, Matt and Dani were quietly talking to each other, "I think out of you three plus me, I'm likely to get scared first. Despite me loving stuff like this."

"I don't think so." Matt tells her.

"Really?" She looks at him shocked, "You don't know me."

"There's no way." He silently laughs, "You never look or get scared in past videos."

Dani starts to smile bigger, "Nah, I beg a differ." She tells him and he can't help but smile too. Dani's smile was literally contagious. It was impossible not to smile when she smiled, "I'm right."

A noise happens making everyone turn their attention to it, "Did that mirror just make a noise?" Colby looks up at it and everyone agrees with him.

Matt ends up turning to look behind him so Dani does the same, "What?" She asks him.

"Nothin,"

As they wait for more to come through a thud happens causing Dani to grab Matt's arm since it startled her, "I'm sorry." She removes her hand feeling embarrassed and stupid. Not just because she was the only one who got spooked but because of her reaction.

Matt chuckles, "It's okay. And I guess you were right about getting scared first." He places his hand in her shoulder before moving since he didn't know her like Nick. He didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

"Are you the one making knocks behind us?" Colby asks.

With

Larry

"Larry the Lobster?" Dani asks with a straight face before laughing at herself, "I'm sorry." She thought no one heard her but Chris was trying to not show he found it funny.

Story

"Do you want to tell us the story about how you died?" Nick asks before it says Larry again shocking Sam and Colby because it never repeats the same word in a row. "Is this Larry trying to tell us your story of how you died or ended up here?"

"There's ninety spirts in this hotel. Maybe it's just a random guy named Larry trapped here?" Colby suggests beefier joking about Larry they all knew.

"What happed to Larry? What's the story?" Sam asks.

Hide

"Excuse me?" Dani takes a step back.

"That's..." Colby sighs.

"Is Larry hiding from someone?" Matt asks them before they get another bang.

"What the fuck was that?" Sam asks as they look around.

Matt looks to see Dani wasn't next to him anymore but was behind him causing him to laugh at her, "You good?"

"Oh, I'm great." She smiles, "I love knocks and bangs on walls." She says sarcastically so he uncrosses his arms to move one back to pull her back next to him.

Trust

"We should trust what Larry says, is that what you're saying?" Matt asks, "Is Larry a good person we should talk to? And listen to what he says?"

"I feel like this person is either Larry or doesn't like Larry. Or thought they could trust Larry." Nick tells the group what he thinks.

"Or they're living like Larry." Chris jokes.

"So you did hear me?" Dani taps him in the shoulder.

"I was trying so hard not to laugh when you said Larry the Lobster."

Glory

More bangs happen and were louder this time for them, "Is that above or behind?" Sam asks wanting to know where it was coming from.

"That is like right here." Colby walks over to the wall behind him.

Matt explains it sounds like how Colby just touches the wall but louder. He then goes to ask if anyone was in the wall, in the other side of the wall in the other room, or a secret passage way.

Designate

Memories

"Do you have lot of memories in this room?" Matt goes on to ask more questions.

"How is this kid so fearless?" Chris asks turning towards Nick.

"Matt's crushing." Sam lets him know he was doing well.

"Sam and Colby and Matt." Nick jokes.

Elsie

"Did Larry and Elsie make memories in here?" Matt asks then laughs.

"Oh, what kind?" Dani laughs looking at him which only makes him laugh more.

"I dunno, what type of memories?"

"Matt! Shh." Nick tells him, "You can't make sus jokes about ghosts."

"I'm not. I said I don't know what type of memories." He tells him.

"Take this thing seriously."

"I am," Matt tells him then gives Dani a side eye look and they silently laugh.

"Can you give us an obvious sigh again?" Colby asks bending over, "Make a thump behind us. If this is you Elsie or Larry?"

Paula

They end up moving the rope to the other side of the room getting the word blue and find, "Find the blue." Dani put it together.

"Wait, find the blue it's over there. They said go back to the blue." Colby gets it too.

"To me that counts as an obvious sign for sure." Nick tells the group.

Once again they pick up the rope and as they move they get the word turn so the ghosts were telling them where to go.

Amanda

Four

"Four of them are blue." Matt points out the lights.

"So that's four people. We've gotten four names right?" Dani asks the group thinking of the names.

"We got five." Matt tells her.

"No, we've gotten four." She tells him, "I'm sure."

"Elsie, Larry, Paula, and Amanda." Nick lists all the names they have gotten.

"Okay, we've gotten four." Matt points at her, "I was thinking the five because of Carlota." He tells her.

"It's okay." She tells him.

Suffocate

"Maybe they're suffocating in here since they're stuck?" Dani looks around and Colby agrees with his sister.

Suffocate

Task

Purgatory

"You might be right, Dani. Because of all the mirrors." Sam tells her as they finish up in the mezz.

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Endangered | Chapter Five

Paul Lahote x OFC

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four

Summary: Vampires and wolves are not the only supernatural creatures to walk the earth, and they are certainly not the only ones in Forks, Washington when Charlotte Annabeth Swan, "Anna", moves in with her uncle after the unfortunate demise of her parents.

Some may misidentify her as a witch, but that’s fine, she would rather them think that anyway. But the Volturi know the truth, and they are closing in on her.

The bonfire is already going strong when we make our way over. Logs and tree stumps and rocks have all been moved around the pit in a circle, as well as chairs brought by some. There is a table set up with food everyone brought. I really appreciated Paul bringing me to these community events. It made me feel less like the outsider Sam once told me I was, and closer to the whole pack. Some of the Elders give us knowing nods. Word of Paul's imprinting traveled fast in the small group who knew the truth, which includes Billy Black, who was staring at me from where he sat around the bonfire. When he catches my eye, he waves me over.

“Hi Billy,” I say with a smile sitting on the tree next to him.

“Anna,” he says and then gives Paul a nod, “Paul, could you go grab us something to drink?”

Paul hesitates but agrees after I nod at him. As he’s walking away, I look up at Billy.

“So, am I right to assume you’re the reason Charlie is asking about Paul?” I question with a smile. Billy throws his hands up in surrender.

“Me? I would never?” He smiles.

I laugh and roll my eyes.

“Is Jacob here?” I ask looking around.

Billy frowns, “Yes, but only because I made him, I believe he is helping Sue Clearwater with carrying some food.” He pauses, “Is everything okay with him?” I sigh deeply.

“He doesn’t like Paul, or Sam really. He thinks they are in a gang. I told him today that I was hanging out with him.”

It’s Billy’s turn to roll his eyes.

“He’ll get over it one day, I’m sorry he’s making things difficult for you.”

I shrug, “There’s not much I can do. I love Jake, I really do, but it’s physically painful to be away from Paul. Both of us would be weaker if we stayed away.”

He nods knowingly, “I understand Anna, I do not and would not blame you for anything between you and Jake. It’ll take time, but things will resolve themselves.”

I smile at Billy, and we make small talk until Paul comes back carrying two drinks in hand. He hands them each to us as Jacob appears in view.

Jacob scowls at me and turns to walk away from us again and my heart breaks a little. Paul sits next to me and wraps an arm around my waist.

“It’ll be okay,” he whispers in my ear, “I can talk to him? His misconceptions about me doesn't mean he can be rude to you.”

I shake my head, “No, I think that would make it worse, but I appreciate it, love.”

The pet name falls off my tongue with ease, and it’s not until after that that I realize what I’ve said. I straighten and look away from him so he can’t see me freak out, but of course, he knows. Paul laughs and kisses my temple again.

“Very cute,” he whispers. I slink off the log onto the sand to avoid him looking at how flushed I am, but Paul just moves so I am in between his legs and moves down to the ground, picking me up slightly to move me forward. My back is leaning against his chest and his arms are around my waist.

“You know it’s really not fair that you can just pick me up and move me wherever.”

“It’s very fair,” He smirks, “how else would I get to hold on to you like this.” I roll my eyes at him and settle into his arms. This is the first Reservation wide event Paul and I have been to together, usually just attending council meetings between the Elders and the Pack. I can see that all eyes are on us. Paul had told me about his reputation and his temper. Jared made sure to let me know that Paul became a lovesick puppy around me, pun intended, and it was weird to see him be so calm and caring.

It seems a lot of people shared that opinion. While many of the younger girls glared openly, most stared on with a surprising curiosity. The Council Members smiled at us tenderly.

Paul is playing with my hair, pulling the curls gently and watching them spring back when Emily sits down next to me. I gasp in excitement and hug her, yelling her name. She laughs and hugs me back. Paul whines as Emily pulls me away from him

“I missed you,” I say pouting.

“I missed you too,” she says leaning in, “You know, we could just ditch the boys and run off together.” She says quietly with a wink. I throw my head back in a laugh. Emily Young was not so secretly, my favorite member of our little pack, and we often joked about us being the ones truly in love.

Paul wraps his arms around my waist, “You both would miss us too much.”

I scoff and push him away lightly, “As if.”

Emily laughs and we begin to catch up.

The night is lovely. Sam and Jared join us shortly after Emily, and I feel like things are finally okay. Times like this make me feel like I could be happy, that I can be a part of a family, even if I will always miss my parents. Time flies with them because, after two hours and some food, I barely register the stares, except for one.

Sadness twinges at my heart as I catch sight of Jacob again, he’s been staring at us for a while now, and Paul nudges my shoulder with his chin.

“Do you want to try to talk to him?” He whispers. I give him a doubtful look.

“I don’t know. I don’t want you to get mad.” He raises his eyebrows.

“I can handle myself, Anna, He’s your friend,” he says, “I’ll be here.”

I push myself off the ground, Paul helping me. I give him a small smile and tell the others I’ll be right back. Sam, who had warmed up to me after a week or two, gives a questioning look to Paul. As I walk away, I hear Paul give a short explanation, and Sam's eyes flash towards Jacob.

Jacob is sitting by himself away from the fire. He doesn’t walk away when he sees me.

I pull my sweater tight around me.

“Hey,” I say gently. He doesn’t answer.

“Can I sit?”

No reply again, but he does move over a bit. Sitting down, I exhale in defeat, unsure of what to say.

“So,” he begins, venom in his voice, “What are you, like their groupie now?” I flinch at his words, and across the way, I see the boy’s tense. Damn their hearing.

“Jake don't talk to me like that. Let me explain.” I say, voice still quiet. I continue before he makes another snarky comment.

“Paul and I… we’re together, kind of. He’s not the person you claim to hate so much.”

“How would you know Anna? You’ve been here for a few months, and suddenly you know everyone better than I do? I’ve known him since childhood. He’s aggressive.”

“Honestly, I’ve never really seen this famous temper everyone keeps mentioning.”

“That doesn’t mean you won’t, he’ll just blow up on you one day, and you’ll get hurt.”

“I really doubt that Jake.”

“Don’t be stupid Anna,” Jake says getting up and walking away. Paul watches him, ready to get up.

Don’t, I voice to his mind, I got it, please.

He’s unhappy about it but settles back down, whispering to Sam.

I follow Jake to the parking lot.

“Jacob!” I shout.

“Forget it, Anna, go run back to your little cult!” he yells.

“Why are you doing this? It’s not like this has to be an ultimatum. What, because I like hanging out with someone other than you, I can’t be your friend?”

“I don’t really want to be friends with someone like you right now.”

“What does that even mean?”

“It means I told you how they acted, and you didn’t care.”

“I really don’t understand this reaction, Jake, you’re acting like I’ve committed some kind of Shakespearean betrayal,” I’m struggling to catch up with him at this point.

“Jake, don’t act like this is some choice I have to make.” I plead.

Jake turns around, and I almost walk right into him.

“It’s not a choice, you’ve already chosen. I just never expected you fall at their feet like a whore.”

His words slice through me, and I step back. In that instant, Paul appears behind me. I can sense his anger, and how hard he is trying to hold back. His hands are on my shoulders, and I press my back against him, trying to ground him and calm him down.

“Walk away Black,” he sees through barred teeth.

“Yeah, of course, come to save the day again Lahote? Pretend you’re some kind of hero?” Jacob is yelling louder now, gaining the attention of onlookers.

Sam steps in front of Paul and me, hands up.

“Jacob, take a step back.”

Jacob is shaking with anger, a sign that his change is closer than we think.

“Paul, take Anna home, please,” Sam says. I shoot him an apology via a mind link, but he dismisses it telling me it’s not my fault.

I grab Paul’s hand and coax him away, heading back to his truck, Emily is there with my truck.

“Sorry to kill the mood,” I mumble but Emily shushes me.

“Don’t worry about it, hun. I’m sorry about your friend. I’ll see you soon, yeah?” She kisses me on the cheek and walks back to the bonfire.

Paul is still silent beside me, taking deep breaths. I wrap my arms around him, but he doesn’t hug me back. Frowning, I look up at him.

“Are you all right?” I say in a hushed tone. He finally looks down and sighs, arms finally moving around me.

“I should be asking you that.”

“I’m fine, more angry than sad, but I’m sure I will be later. He sucks.” Paul nods and lets me go to open the passenger door.

“He crossed a line,” Paul adds tensely. I nod my head and climb into the seat. He shuts the door gently and walks around.

Paul’s emotions are more decipherable now. Anger, frustration, worry, and guilt. He starts to drive; the silence is deafening.

“I hope you know he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. About you,” I assert. Paul’s grip on the steering wheel tightens.

“He isn’t wrong about me.”

“Yes, he is.” I stand firm.

“Anna, I am constantly afraid of hurting you, the fact that other people also think that? I can’t even…” he trails off.

“Any type of strong emotion can set off the change Paul, just because you happened to be angry at the time and can feel intensely, doesn’t make you a monster. I literally have a connection to your emotions. If I had any worry about you, don’t you think I would voice that? I have never been concerned about you hurting me or getting angry with me.”

Paul doesn’t answer, but I don’t press on, letting him digest my words.

It’s almost 9:30 when we pull into the driveway and Paul is hopping out to open my door. Before getting out, I turn to face him and pull him close, placing my hands on either side of his face.

“Promise me you won’t beat yourself up over what Jacob said.”

His face softens as he looks into my eyes, making me melt all over again. He nods and rests his forehead against mine.

“Jacob will get over himself. Hopefully, before he changes, but even then, he’ll understand,” His voice is quiet, “I’m sorry he said those things to you.”

I shrug noncommittedly.

“He’s right though, it’s not a choice. It’s you.”

A surge of bliss hits me from him, and I smile.

“Of course it’s you, Paul.”

His hand finds its way to the base of my neck, the other slightly caressing my cheek.

“Tell me to stop if you want me to,” he says breathily.

“Not a chance,” I whisper back.

Yearning flashes in his eyes as he leans in to kiss me, gently at first, just barely brushing his lips against mine. His lips are soft and warm, contrasting with how cold mine are from the weather, and I feel like electricity is coursing through my body. I sigh into him and pull him closer, his chest pressing against me. Warmth pooled in my stomach as he deepens the kiss, tilting my head back slightly. My hands slide up into his hair, desperate for more, but he breaks away. I whimper from the loss of him.

He kisses my cheeks, and nose before pulling away completely.

“Charlie’s about to walk outside,” he murmurs, “I still want to be on his good side for now.”

Right on cue, Charlie exits the front door, feigning casualty as he walks to his car. I wave at him.

“Be inside in a second!” I shout, “Stop being nosy! Love you!”

With a hrmph, he walks back inside and Paul chuckles beside me.

I give him an amused look, before finally climbing down from my seat.

“Thank you.”

Paul winks at me and walks me up to the door.

“Thank you for coming with me tonight. I liked having you by my side.”

“I did too, despite Jacob’s tantrum. We should do stuff like that more.” I hint.

“Hm, what a thought.” He says, portraying innocence. I playfully drop his hand in response, but he catches my waist and kisses me lightly one more time.

“Goodnight, Anna.” He hums.

My head is spinning and my cheeks are flushed.

“Goodnight Paul,” I squeak back.

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The Tower - New Parents

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1801

Warnings: breastfeeding

Synopsis: The sex-vengers have to adapt to being parents of newborns.

Author’s Note: Requested by JamieBarnes on AO3. You can send in your requests too.

New Parents

Takes place immediately after Unexpected

The sound of crying came through the intercom system, pulling me out of the deep sleep I was in. We were getting used to being woken by the sounds of the babies' cries. Riley had been home for two weeks now, and we had all been fumbling our way through parenting an infant together.

She was a very healthy and happy baby. It was why she came home before Pietro and she’d been like the soft opening to parenting for us. She didn’t cry a lot and tended to just make soft cooing sounds and little grunts to let us know she wanted something. It was only really waking up and if she got very hungry that we heard her cry. She was happy to be passed around the group and often during the day, she didn’t get put down at all. She’d just be carried about and passed around from one of us to the next, like a puppy at an elementary school.

Her being so easygoing and sturdy helped us to ease into parenting, something that some of us needed more than others. Bruce was still very anxious about holding her, while Tony hovered around like a bee, worried something was going to happen. Bucky seemed to take to parenting like he was put on this planet specifically to be a father, but when I put my hand on his chest I could always feel his heart racing with his nerves. Natasha was always nearby but she kept asking if she was doing things right, while Wanda was a complete natural. Riley just put up with all our little excentricities, staring up at us with her big blue eyes and cooing softly.

Tonight was Pietro’s first time home with us too. Being fully human, premature, and a twin, he’d been small and needed a little more time in the incubator under watch than Riley. I went down every day several times to feed him and hold him. Of course, there was always someone with me. Having them apart was different though. They didn’t wake each other up. I didn’t have to figure out how to juggle them so that I could feed them both at the same time. Not to mention, with Pietro’s care mostly being done by the nurses in the medical wing, we hadn’t had to work out all his eccentricities yet. He had a few. You had to hold him just right and while he was okay being held by each of us, he didn’t like non-family holding him. He also had favorites of us too. Wanda, Natasha, and I were usually fine. He was okay being held by Thor and Bucky. For everyone else, it was a toss of the dice. He was more fragile than Riley too, so those of us with nerves had them much more when they were holding him or changing his diaper. He didn’t like it if you showed fear. He cried much more, and where Riley had long feeds that lasted her for a while, he only latched for a short time and I ended up having to feed him twice as often as Riley.

I sat up, bleary-eyed, but Steve and Natasha were already up. Steve leaned over and kissed the top of my head. “Stay put, we’ll bring them to you.”

I leaned against the back of the bed and closed my eyes, dozing off as one of the others dragged my body pillow over and put it in my lap. I wasn’t even sure who did it, I just wrapped it around my waist without looking and leaned back again.

I’m not sure if I fell asleep again or not, but a little later the door opened and two whining babies were carried into the room. I opened my eyes to see Tony following Natasha and Steve in. “Tony, why are you up?” I asked as Natasha came and helped me get Pietro latched.

“We found Tony already in the nursery. Someone thought Pietro wasn’t breathing, and so rather than just asking FRIDAY, he poked him,” Steve explained.

“Tony,” I groaned. “The monitors have all their readings on them because you wanted that.”

“I know, but he was so still. I couldn’t see him breathing,” Tony said.

Pietro squirmed and dug his fingers into my breast as we struggled to get him to latch. “Well is he moving enough for you now?”

Tony pouted and lay down beside me, curling against my leg and looking up at me in the dim light. “I’m sorry. I was just worried, you’re not really mad are you?”

Pietro finally latched and I reached down and ran my fingers through Tony’s hair. “You’re impossible, you know that?” I said.

“Yeah, but you love me,” he said.

I laughed softly and held my hand out to Riley. Steve helped me get her settled and I lay back and fed them both, dozing with my family as they fed.

The following day we were awoken once again by the twins, first thing in the morning. This time it was Wanda and Bucky who had gone to get them and everyone else went about their usual morning rituals while I sleepily fed the twins. When I was done I showered while Clint and Thor took the babies downstairs.

That was one of the extra benefits of there being ten of us. Yes, we were all still lacking sleep, even with so many of us waking up in the night for them. But it did mean it was much easier to get in a shower than for the average new parent.

I came down to find them all in the living room and an array of breakfast foods laid out on the table. Pietro and Riley were under the baby gym, both on their stomachs. Pietro was lying sucking his fist as Riley was holding her head up and watching everyone. Bucky was sitting next to them and wiggling a toy in front of them to try and get their attention.

“Coffee, I need coffee,” I said as I beelined to the table.

Thor was refilling a cup and he grabbed a mug and poured me a cup. “How many times did they wake last night?” he asked.

“Of course, you don’t know,” Natasha teased. “You can sleep through anything.”

“Well I was summoning storms when I was an infant,” Thor said. “You can’t hold that against me.”

“Four times,” I said, taking the cup from him gratefully. “They’re on different schedules and when one wakes the other does too.”

Thor rubbed my back soothingly. “I am sorry. Hopefully, they sync up and it is easier for you.”

“I mean they surely won’t be keeping us up all night when they’re twenty-one, right?” I said.

Thor laughed loudly, startling Pietro so he started crying. “Oh no,” Tony said, reaching for the boy. “It’s okay. That’s just your noisy dad.”

“I think it’s Bruce’s turn,” Natasha said. “Let him try soothing him.”

“Me?” Bruce asked, startled. “No, not me. I don’t think he likes me.”

“He loves you, Bruce,” Steve said. “You’re his father. But he is very intuitive about how we’re feeling and he can tell you’re nervous.”

“That’s not going to help now is it?” Bruce said as he picked up the little boy and started rocking him. He bounced him a little as he swayed from side to side. “Hey now, Piety. You’re okay. Your dad is just a happy guy with a big laugh. You’ll get used to it.”

I came over to the couch with my plate of pancakes and eggs, and my mug of coffee, kissing Bruce as I passed him. Pietro began to calm down and he shoved one of his fists back into his mouth. “There you go. That’s it. Daddy’s got you.”

“I think we should do something today,” Sam said. “Maybe go out somewhere?”

“Are you kidding me?” Natasha snapped, turning on Sam. “The paparazzi are swarming the gates of the facility right now. They know there’s a baby. They’re all placing bets on who’s the father. We’re not putting them at risk like that. TMZ is not getting any photos of our kids.”

Sam held up his hands in placation. “Chill, Nat. I didn’t mean we take them out and parade them around. But they do need some sunlight to grow. What about we all take a picnic down by the river?”

“What if there’s paparazzi on a boat out there? Or a helicopter? Or someone with long-range camera lenses on the other side of the river so we don’t see them?” she asked.

“And what if they have a satellite on the moon with a state-of-the-art telescope and instead of pointing at some galaxy far, far away, they have it pointed at our front door? And what if it has x-ray tech and they can see us right now?” Clint teased.

Natasha punched him in the thigh and he was going to start wrestling with each other when I put my arm around Natasha. “Tasha,” I said, and she looked up at me, her palm pressed against Clint’s face as she pushed him away from her. “What if we take them down to the river in the stroller and we put up a little barrier and they can go behind it? Then we all get some fresh air and sun, and if anyone is out over the river won’t be able to see them?”

Natasha took a deep breath and pressed her forehead to mine for a moment. “Yeah,” she said. “Okay. That could work.”

“Great,” Sam said and picked up Riley. “You hear that little bird? We’re going to take you outside to play.”

Riley made a little squeak sound and flailed her limbs around. “I think that means she likes that idea,” Sam said.

“Uhh…” Bruce said. “Pietro fell asleep.”

“Would you like me to take him up to bed?” Wanda asked.

“No,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I can do it. But I think I’d like to just hold him for a while.”

“That’s okay,” Wanda said, coming over and running her palm over Pietro’s head, before pressing a kiss to it. “Hold him as long as you like. I don’t like putting them down either.”

I smiled as I looked around at my family. This was all so new to us, and we had a lot of learning to do, but the nine months that had led up to it had been hard and traumatic, and we’d made it through. As tired as I was, this felt like a relief. We were together and we were supporting each other as we figured out our strengths and weaknesses. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but we had this.

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(pt.2)

anon asked: “Hello! I absolutey love this sm 😭 it made me cry late at night ahuhuhu💔 may i ask for a part ? If its alright ofc!!💞💞thank u !"

fandom: twisted wonderland

a/n: idk how to redeem jade after the last fic, so I’m sorry anon this probably isn’t exactly what you wanted. Have some platonic comfort instead, anyways you don't always gotta forgive ppl who wrong u so-

summary: after getting your heart broken by the infamous jade leech, your friends try to cheer you up

this is part 2 of this fic!

Platonic! first year gang x reader.

Grim was the first to notice that something was wrong. Although it wasn't because of your bad mood or of the lack of enthusiasm, his concern was still appreciated. (He only noticed your distress because you didn't pamper him as much as usual, and didn’t get him any fancy tuna) However his concern for your well being didn’t waver. (He claimed his henchman wouldn't be able to serve him properly, but he just doesn't want to admit to caring.

The second one to notice the metaphorical cloud of sadness that kept on following you, was surprisingly enough Deuce. Knowing how clueless he is when it comes to feelings, it comes as a great surprise that he even noticed your lack of enthusiasm. (like somebody deflated your spirit as if it was a balloon, as he'd later tell you. After Deuce’s realization, Aces followed suit. When your usual reactions to his pranks and teasing were nowhere to be found he started

suspecting that something was off. At first he’d assume you're having a bad day as one might every once in a while. But when nothing changed, he’d realized that something much more serious was going on.

And soon enough followed Jack's, Epel's and unexpectedly enough even Sebek's realization that something had happened to you.

So they all managed to meet after their club activities. (Jack and Sebek would never skip club) in order to figure out what had happened to you. After relying on Epel and Jack (the only ones from the group who had even half of a brain cell and some sort of emotional intelligence)

And struggling to remember anything that recently happened that may be of importance. Soon enough they had realized the cause of your misery. (Ace was complaining about an injury he'd received during basketball club from a certain upperclassman who'd been in a bad mood. Once having spoken of the incident finally making a realization). Their sudden recognition of the problem at hand motivated them to come up with ideas as to how to make you feel better.

And so, a movie night was in order. With Orthos's help, and a quick trip to Sam’s, they were all set.

Knocking on Ramshackle’s door, you opened the door greeting your friends, surprised to see them with arms full of snacks and some sort of portable projector.

You were all stuck at the doorstep, seemingly unable to move. In order to break the slightly awkward tension that was forming, Ace decided to speak “Look, um, well” -he paused,

took a deep breath and continued speaking- “We know about that whole thing with Jade” “If you just came here to tell me that you were right, that you told me so, that I shouldn't have trusted him, and so on then thank you so much, but it's a bit too late for that don't you think? So if you're only here to criticize me, then you can already leave” you interrupted. “What, no!” multiple voices said at once. “Were actually sorry you had to go through that, you're always kind to everyone and you're a genuinely great person and don't deserve to be treated like that. You always help us whenever were going through stuff, so we decided we'd return the favor” Deuce answered.

“Oh. Thank you guys, I appreciate it" "Don't worry ‘bout it. Now, we have movies and enough snacks that even Grim wouldn't be able to finish all at once.” Knowing the cat-monster meant an outstanding amount of food, and it also meant that he’s just taken Epel's statement as a challenge, although it wasn’t meant as one.

But now there was a feeling of calm surrounding Ramshackle dorm, like a protective blanket of sorts. And your group of friends started bingeing your favourite shows and movies, making comments despite having their mouths stuffed with food. The projector shined against the bare wall of the dorm, the people on the dorm's crappy couch having a surprisingly good view of what was happening as the projector’s reflected lights layed on them too.

Sometimes forgiving the people who wronged you isn't the course of action, but luckly, your friends will always be there for you.

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Promises Kept

Summary: Bucky and Sam visit the set of a movie about their partnership, that is a week away from beginning shooting. When he sees the stunt double portraying the Winter Soldier he expresses a concern about the man being accurate enough to satisfy him. The actress portraying Natasha Romanoff comes up with a unique solution.

Length: 3.7 K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, OFC (Hayden, Tory), OMC (Luke, Brad, Everett, Shane).

Warnings: Cursing, Bucky’s anxiety and PTSD, slight misunderstanding about gay OMC. Apologies to stunt men everywhere who might take exception to being replaced by a cosplayer.

Author note: The idea for this one shot came from the picture of Sebastian Stan on the right side of the banner. It seemed like he was using just his eyes and a hint of a smile to say something meant only for the person who was taking the picture, or, for the purposes of this one shot, the actress who captured his heart.

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It had been more than a year since the Flag Smashers; the operation that brought Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson to the attention of the world, when the two men took on the task of stopping the misguided efforts of Karli Morgenthau and the other super soldiers of that group. They were visiting the set of the movie being made about their partnership, beginning with their initial encounter while Bucky was still the Winter Soldier. Both men had agreed to work as technical consultants for the movie, although Sam had to convince Bucky to be involved. Their visit, arriving during a rehearsal involving actress Hayden Summer, portraying Natasha Romanoff, as she worked with the stunt coordinator, and her stunt double was supposed to be a look behind the scenes for the two real-life heroes; a look at how movie magic was made.

As Bucky walked in with Sam Wilson, it was like his whole presence took over the facility. His build, the shoulders, the thighs and the distinctive dark hair and ice blue eyes dominated the attention of everyone. Hayden nudged her stunt double Tory in the side and muttered.

"Holy fuck, I need to be spritzed."

Right away Bucky stared at her, and she blushed, realizing he actually heard her from the other side of the facility. It wasn't just a look, either. It was like he could see right into her soul. She grabbed Tory by the arm.

"Please get me out of here," she said, as the men approached. "I'll die if he talks to me."

Too late.

"Hayden Summer is portraying Natasha Romanoff," said the producer / director, Everett Morgan. "Hayden, this is Bucky Barnes."

"Would you like a towel or a spray bottle to cool down?" asked Bucky, a slight grin on his face. "You're glowing."

"And this is Sam Wilson," said Everett, as Sam stepped forward to shake her hand.

"Don't mind, Buck," said Sam. "I guess my double isn't here today?"

"The men are in this afternoon," interjected Tory, shaking Sam's hand. "Tory West, stunt double." She looked up at Bucky then shook her head. "You're bigger in real life and Brad isn't as tall and well-built as you, although Luke is. Everett, how's that going to look? You know that the big fans know every detail about these two." She looked at Sam. "Your stunt double and actor are built just like you, but this one ... seeing him in real life I don't know if Brad can pull it off."

Bucky was still looking at Hayden, making her feel many things ranging from uncomfortable to aroused.

"Don't they use special effects to make things look bigger than life?" he asked, finally looking at Tory, then Everett. "Remember, at that time, I was probably at the peak of my physical capabilities, so I was even bigger."

"It'll be fine," said Everett, a little too hastily. "Costuming will bulk up his clothing and Bucky's right. Post-production will make it look good."

Sam, noticing the looks between Bucky and Hayden shook his head and grinned. It had been a while since someone had that effect on Bucky. This technical consulting thing could be interesting.

After visiting other parts of the interior set, still under construction the entourage went to lunch where Everett did his best to assure Bucky that the actor portraying him, and his stunt double were more than capable of being truthful in showcasing the Winter Soldier. He promised it. When they returned to the rehearsal stage everything seemed to fall apart after Bucky stood next to the stunt double for the actor portraying him, physically confirming what Tory had said. After watching the men rehearse that afternoon, Bucky had to agree with her. The actor could pull it off, but the stunt double just didn't seem to look or move like him. He watched impassively as they rehearsed the scenes then shook his head.

"I'm sorry but your stunt double isn't right to portray me," he said to Everett, then looked at Sam. "He's not big enough, menacing enough, and his stance is all wrong."

"Diva," muttered Hayden.

Bucky looked sharply at her, making her blush. "May I demonstrate?" he asked.

Everett looked alarmed. "No, no, I don't ...."

"I won't hurt anyone," said Bucky. "I just want to show you the difference. Brad, you're a good stunt double but I just don't think you're right to portray me. No offence but the Winter Soldier was known for his look as much as his actions. He knew he was the best because even though they tortured him and beat him into submission they also called him the Asset and told him no one was his equal. That murder strut? It wasn't just confidence in his abilities. It was his body compensating for a forty-pound arm, that was more of a battering ram than anything. He felt fear but he was programmed not to show it. Showing fear was showing weakness and that would earn him more torture, especially in the chair."

Luke Hogan, the actor portraying Bucky listened carefully as he said all this, nodding his own head with the realization of the duality of the real person. Hearing Bucky Barnes refer to the Winter Soldier as "him" was enlightening and he had a sudden insight into how Bucky compartmentalized his time as the assassin. Even the actor portraying Steve Rogers was listening in, certain that this peek into the Winter Soldier would affect his own performance in their encounters.

"I'd like to see Bucky demonstrate it," said Luke. "Just for my own sense of the character. You can only get so much out of the video. Everett?"

"Okay, but Bucky, you gotta remember this is play fighting," he said. "Pull your punches and please don't hurt Tory."

"I've trained raw recruits," smirked Bucky. "I know how to pull my punches."

Taking his jacket and Henley shirt off so that he was in his short-sleeved T-shirt Bucky let the stunt coordinator set up the scene and easily jumped up on top of the platform, doubling for the car he jumped on. With the prop weapon in hand, he strutted down towards the ground, holding it like it was naturally part of his body. A recording of Natasha's phone distracting him started up and Bucky approached the prop car where she was supposed to be hiding. Pretending to take the grenade off of his belt and roll it under the car Bucky stepped back, his focus on the other side of the car, preparing for the kill shot. The stunt coordinator yelled Boom to cue the explosion and Tory jumped on Bucky's shoulders, pulling her garrotte out. The pair fought then Bucky stopped just before throwing her off and lowered her gently to the ground instead.

"Well done," he said, then he looked at the others. "Did you see the difference from how you did it?"

"He's right," said Tory, looking at Brad, the other stunt double. "Sorry, Brad."

"Well, shit," said the stunt man, then sighed. "The height difference is noticeable and post-production won't cover it up without looking like CGI. Not sure who you can get to take my place that can get the choreography down before filming starts next week."

"Can Bucky do it?" asked Hayden. Everyone looked at her. "I mean, he lived it, right? It's true you remember everything about that time as your programming broke down. You were pretty convincing just now."

Bucky picked up his Henley shirt and jacket, staring at her again, breathing noticeably. "It's not as easy as that," he said tersely. "My arm is different now."

"We can green sleeve it and CGI the other arm in," mused Everett. "We'd have to get you into the union, if Brad doesn't object. I can keep Brad in for other stunts to make up for losing this gig. I'm not going to lie, if word gets out Bucky's involved as a stuntman it could boost ticket sales."

Sam watched Bucky carefully, knowing there was something deeper going on. The arm excuse was just the easiest one to make. Without a word Bucky walked out and Sam looked at the others.

"Let me talk to him," he said, turning to follow his friend. "It's complicated."

Their driver put out his cigarette as he saw Bucky striding towards him. From the look on his face all was not well and he wondered what happened on set. Without a word Bucky threw his jacket into the vehicle, then pulled his Henley shirt back on while Sam approached. They both got into the back seat, with Bucky scowling.

"I can't do it," he said, flat out. "Remember how pissed off the Wakandans were when the video of me impersonating the Winter Soldier in Madripoor hit social media? I'm not going to bring him out again."

"It's not the same, Buck, you know that," replied Sam. "The camera angles will make it look real but it won't be him that's doing it. It will be you, pretending to be what you used to be. You're the one who pointed out the stunt man wasn't going to be convincing."

"Plus they want to market me as the stuntman." Bucky shook his head. "No, I'd rather they shut down production than compromise my integrity."

Sam let out an audible breath. "You realize if they do that then everybody associated with the movie gets laid off? Not just the actors, but all the stunt people, makeup people, costumers, lighting guys ... hundreds of people will be out of a job because you were unwilling to portray yourself as you used to be. You can always use an assumed name for your credit or ask that you don't be credited. Plus, they wouldn't show your face." Bucky looked blankly at him. "It's your body and your skills that they're using. Luke's face would be used for the closeups. He seemed very interested in your take on the Winter Soldier. I get the feeling he would like his performance to be authentic."

Bucky shook his head and looked out the window, frowning. Reluctantly, Sam told the driver to take them back to the hotel. As soon as they arrived Bucky got out of the vehicle and went straight to his room, not even waiting for Sam. Pulling his phone out Sam found a place to sit where he had some privacy and made a phone call to Shuri, telling her what happened. He didn't see Hayden and Tory arrive, but they found him and waited for him to finish his phone call.

"Is he okay?" asked Hayden. "What's going on with him?"

"Plenty," joked Sam, then he became serious and gestured for them to sit. "I don't like talking about him behind his back. I already reached out to a person who can talk to him, and I would like to leave it with her."

"Wife or girlfriend?" asked Hayden.

"No, scientist and friend," replied Sam. "Just give him time. He's a very private man and the movie being green lighted caused some anxiety. I think seeing it today just made it even more of an issue for him. He just has to work it out."

"I feel terrible for suggesting it," said Hayden. "He has PTSD, doesn't he?" Sam nodded. "Shit. I'm so sorry."

At that moment Bucky walked through the lobby, and Sam called to him. He stopped, looked, shook his head and stalked through the automatic doors. Hayden went after him, seeing him already some distance away. Running after him, she grabbed his arm, and he spun around, his face furious.

"What?" he growled. "Have you come to ask me to be a good team player? You want me to step up to save your precious movie? I ...."

He stopped speaking, his face twisted with anger and something else. Hayden looked at him sympathetically.

"Do you want to get drunk?"

He huffed. "Can't. The serum makes my metabolism burn through alcohol."

"Then where were you going?" she asked gently.

"I don't know, just away." He ran his hand through his hair then looked at her in a resigned manner. "I'm sorry. Seeing myself recreate what I was overwhelmed me. Even if it was pretend, it was too real to me. I did it for a mission last year and it did damage to people I care about. I vowed not to do that again."

Looking down at the ground, Hayden idly kicked at the sidewalk with her foot, then looked back up at Bucky. He really was handsome, even now with all the uncertainty and turmoil he was feeling. There had to be some way to save the movie.

"What if we find the right guy to be your stunt double?" she said. "There has to be someone who resembles how you were then. If he gets an intensive course in Bucky Barnes from you... behind the scenes, with no publicity."

"I don't know," answered Bucky. "They said themselves there's no other stunt guy that's available on short notice."

"Maybe we don't need a stunt guy, exactly," said Hayden. "Everett was right about movie magic. They can do all sorts of things in post-production but having you teach a guy how to look, move and act like you were when you were the Winter Soldier is most of it. You just teach him, and you won't be the one being filmed. He will be, because it's his job to portray you in ways that Luke can't."

Bucky stood with his arms crossed, watching her with a scowl on his face. She stared at him just as intensely. It was a standoff as neither of them looked anywhere else but at the other.

"Wow," said Sam, who appeared near them. "You both been standing here staring at each other for this whole time?"

"I can do this all day," replied Hayden, still staring at Bucky. "Four brothers tried to tease the shit out of me growing up, but I never backed down."

Bucky smirked but didn't blink. "I'll do the intensive training with the guy but under one condition," he said. "You find the right guy and you go out with me."

"That's two conditions," she stated.

"Two conditions then," growled Bucky. "Those are my terms."

"Promise?" She held out her pinky finger. "Pinky promise?"

A ghost of a smile creased Bucky's face but he linked his pinky finger with hers and she whooped, then ran to get Tory.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" asked Sam. "You didn't seem too thrilled to show Brad. What changed?"

"Her agreeing to go out with me," replied Bucky. "I like her."

The following day, after Bucky received Shuri's blessing to pass on his expertise in the Winter Soldier to the stunt man and the actor portraying him, he and Sam returned to the rehearsal space at the studio. Tory had phoned Sam to say they found a guy but wouldn't say anything more. When they got to the room Tory and Hayden were waiting.

"Where is he?" asked Bucky. "There's no one here."

Hayden smiled. "He's getting into costume, just to see if it fits and if he passes muster with you."

The sound of laughing caught their attention and she turned around to see Brad, Everett, Luke and another man enter. Bucky looked at the new man, not believing what he was seeing; an almost perfect replica of himself when he was the Winter Soldier.

"Holy shit," laughed Sam. "Where the hell did you find this guy?"

The men approached them, and Hayden placed her hand inside the arm of the man who was completely decked out as the Winter Soldier, complete with mask and eye goggles. He started to laugh, then took the face mask and goggles off, a look of complete and utter delight on his face as he saw Bucky.

"Wow! It's really him, I mean you, I mean ... you're Bucky Fucking Barnes." He offered his hand to Bucky, who took it as the man began to shake it. "Hayden, you weren't kidding. He's gorgeous in person."

She blushed. "This is my twin brother, Shane. He's had a big crush on the Winter Soldier since he first saw you doing that murder strut."

Bucky slowly pulled his hand away from Shane's. "Is this a joke?"

"Oh, gosh, no!" Shane looked alarmed. "No, please don't be offended. Some guys, when they come out, they become drag queens. I went the other way. I'm a Winter Soldier cosplayer. I portray you during that time when you exploded into prominence with your hair, and the mask, and that walk .... All that repressed hyper-masculinity just waiting to kick some Steve Rogers ass and take out Black Widow and the Falcon in the process." He looked beyond Bucky, seeing Sam and waving at him. "Hey Falcon, sorry, Captain America."

"Hey." Sam waved back with a shit-eating grin on his face, earning him a scowl from Bucky.

"He's not a stunt man," said Bucky. "He could get hurt."

"I'm not a stunt man but I play rugby, so I'm used to getting hit, I work out religiously, and I know your moves down pat," boasted Shane. "I've won so many cosplay competitions that I'm not allowed to compete anymore. Instead, I get hired to portray you at comic cons, role playing re-enactments, and just public appearances in general. I make a good living because I know how to look and act like the Winter Soldier. Plus, I grew up with three brothers and a sister that had no problem kicking my ass when I got too irritating. I might be gay but I'm no pushover. I can handle myself in a fight and the chance to portray you for this movie would make my life complete."

"He's got my vote," said Everett.

"He'll be getting a crash course in being a stunt double from me and we've arranged to get him into the union," said Brad. "If you're willing to fine tune his and Luke's mannerisms, I think we've found our guy. I'll still get a few stunts in the movie and get a fight choreography credit as well, which is fine by me."

They all looked at Bucky as he stood there. Then he circled once around Shane before coming to a stop in front of him. He glanced at Hayden, who just gave him a smug little smile.

"You played me," he said. "Did you hold back about your brother so I would ask you out?"

"Honestly? No." She looked at everyone. "I always thought Shane's hobby was cute but when you pointed out that the look and feel of Brad as the Winter Soldier wasn't authentic enough for you, it just got me thinking that an experienced Winter Soldier cosplayer might be a better way to go. With his name in the credits, you'll get a ton of cosplay fans coming to see this movie."

"You got a date with him?" asked Shane, looking with surprise at his twin. "Nice! I'm so jealous."

"Okay, I'll work with Shane and Luke," said Bucky. "As for our date, it's just with you. Sorry, Shane."

With the agreement complete between them Shane went to change into something more suitable for rehearsing, although the costume designer wanted a better look at his costume that he made himself, seeing details in it that she was unaware of. By the time the movie started filming two weeks later, after another week of rehearsal was wrangled with the studio, everyone was confident with what they were working on.

Bucky and Hayden went on their date, and another, then several more, adding a whole other level of interest to the movie that fans became aware of.

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18 months later – Los Angeles movie premiere.

The limousine was still several blocks from the theatre. Sam and his date held hands as he murmured into her ear. Bucky looked at Hayden, his right hand intertwined with her left. Somehow his thumb ended up playing with her engagement ring.

"Nervous?" She looked lovingly at him. "If the red carpet gets too much, just follow Kelsey. She'll get you into a green room where you can wait out the red carpet walk. I kind of have to do it regardless."

He gave out a breath of air. "A little," he admitted. "I'm getting better at it, but this is kind of my movie as well and I'm feeling the pressure." He noticed Sam's grimace at him. "Our movie, although I bet he'll lap up all the attention for both of us. Just keep hold of my hand and keep me centred."

"I can do that," she smiled. "It will be fine, I promise." She held up her pinky finger and he took it in his. "Test audiences loved it, commented on how well the Winter Soldier was portrayed so your work with Shane and Luke made a big difference. I'm going to sing your praises to anyone who will listen. I love you."

"I love you, too, doll," he smiled, before kissing her lightly on the lips, not wanting to smudge her makeup.

The vehicle stopped in front of the theatre and the driver came out to open the door on the passenger side. Sam and his date stepped out first, with him taking it all in stride, waving to everyone and calling out to the fans who were behind the barrier. Then he looked back into the limousine at Bucky and gave him a reassuring smile. Stepping out ahead of Hayden, Bucky waded into a huge cheer from the fans. At first the barrage of flashes from the photographers bothered him then he heard his name from inside the vehicle and looked back at Hayden. Right away, he felt better, and he returned her gaze with his own, that was almost a smile. Offering her his hand, he helped her out, still sharing the look that was a silent message they kept only for each other. As they walked on the red carpet, stopping every few feet for photos she kept her word, holding on to his hand with hers, knowing that action formed the very basis of their relationship. In addition to the love and trust they shared it was also a nod to that day when she promised him to find the right stunt double and he promised not to turn his back on the movie that meant so much to so many people. It was a promise made; a promise kept.

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sheerfreesia007 · 4 months

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Fluffmas #27

Title: Fluffmas #27

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Prompt: Volunteer at a local charity

Words: 1,259

Warnings:

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Gif Credit: @ransomflanagan

“So we’re going to be splitting you up into teams of two and you’ll get your assignment then.” Steve informed everyone as he stood in front of the group holding a clipboard. You stood next to Loki who looked over at you with a look of concern, you smiled softly at him hoping that Steve paired you with him since you seemed to be the only one he got along with besides his brother.

“Loki you’ll be paired with Thor.” Steve called out and you grimaced slightly at Loki who sighed and rolled his eyes before moving to stand next to Thor who was grinning from ear to ear. You watched as he slapped Loki on the shoulder causing the tall god to shift on his feet with the movement.

“Sam you’ll be paired with Peter.” Steve called out and Sam groaned softly as he moved to stand next to an eager Peter. You chuckled softly to yourself as you watch Sam roll his eyes and Peter began to bounce on his toes. “Wanda you’ll be paired with Nat.” At this pair you felt slightly left out but smiled as you watched your two best friends join up together. “Tony you’re with Bruce.” This pairing was a no brainer and you smiled as you saw the two scientists fist bump each other. “Vision you’ll be paired up with me.” Your head whipped over to stare at Steve surprised as Vision walked over to his side and then your eyes shifted over to the last person unpaired, Bucky Barnes. “And that leaves the two of you to be paired up.” Steve said fondly as he nodded first at Bucky and then at you.

Bucky walked over to you and you beamed at him happily, you were surprised that him and Steve weren’t paired together but you were happy to be paired with the silent soldier. You knew that Bucky was only open with Sam and Steve but you had hoped to get closer to him and would use this as a perfect opportunity to do that. Steve walked over to the two of you and handed you an envelope which you opened to find the name of an orphanage in Brooklyn as your destination.

“So each team has been given the name and location of a local charity that you are scheduled to go visit for the holiday season. Each charity has a good cause and you’ll be delivering a check to them as well as spending some community hours there helping out in whatever way you can.” Steve instructed and you nodded your head along with his words before turning to Bucky with a bright smile. Bucky gave you a small nervous anxious smile in response. “Alright gang, let’s all head out to our charities.” And with Steve’s final direction you all dispersed to head to your respective charity.

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You hadn’t been long at the orphanage but you found yourself surrounded by children as you sat at a table drawing Christmas scene with them. All the children were chatting and talking with you as you drew with the crayons. Lots of questions were thrown about from them and you easily answered them to the best of your ability.

Suddenly there was a loud scream from across the room and you whipped your head up to see Bucky stomping around the play area where a mini city of blocks had been set up as children clung to his body. Laughing softly you watch with fond eyes as Bucky knocked over a large tower of blocks and then let out a triumphant roar much the kids delight.

After hearing your soft chuckle Bucky’s head whipped up and saw that you were watching him from your spot. He flushed brightly before continuing with his play with the kids. You smiled warmly before turning back to the drawing in front of you. It was nice to see this side of Bucky.

“Miss, do you like the Bucky?” Asked one of the children loudly and you bit your lip slightly before smiling warmly at them. You hadn’t noticed Bucky pausing to listen in on your answer.

“I do, I think he’s a great guy. I’m trying to be his friend, but he’s a little grumpy sometimes.” You answered easily and Bucky flushed brightly at your words.

“Have you thought about giving him a hug!? When I’m grumpy a hug always makes me happy.” Said one of the kids and you laughed softly at their words.

“That’s a good idea but Bucky doesn’t like getting hugs.” You told them and the kids began to ponder what you could do to make Bucky not grumpy.

Suddenly another shriek rang through the air and you darted your head to watch as Bucky came stomping over to your group of kids. All the kids at the table began screaming and running out of their chairs as you stood from your own chair. Bucky smirked at you softly and wrapped you up in his arms before dragging you away from the kids. The movement and being held in Bucky’s arms caused your heart to flutter in your chest while your stomach knotted up.

“I’ve captured the princess and now she’s mine!” Bucky called out loudly as he raised one arm while keeping his mechanical arm wrapped around your waist to keep you close to him. Your heart was still racing as you tried to calm down your breaths as Bucky kept you pressed flushed to his body. “Start acting doll. We’ve got a play to perform for them.” He whispered in your ear as his mechanical hand splayed against your lower stomach making you gasp softly.

“Who will save me!? I need some help!” You cried out in faux dismay. The kids suddenly jumped into action trying to get you away from Bucky who put up a fight as the kids grabbed onto you and began pulling you away from Bucky. Soon the kids had gotten you away from Bucky and you had easily defeated him with the help of the kids.

Just as you were finishing up your last heroic feat of falling the villain that was Bucky the manager for the orphanage came back into the room and cleared her throat. You jammed your imaginary sword into Bucky’s side as the kids cheered and Bucky fell to the floor dramatically causing you to chuckle softly at his antics.

“Alright children it’s time for our guests to start heading back to the Avengers’ tower. They have to continue keeping all of us safe.” The manager called out to everyone as the kids all groaned in disappointment.

“Aww don’t worry guys. We loved coming over to play. Maybe we can set up another time to come back.” You told them gently as you helped Bucky to his feet.

“We might even convince Captain America and Falcon to come too.” Bucky teased and you laughed at his words knowing that he’d want to drag those two here. You then bent down and began giving all the kids a hug goodbye as Bucky gave them all fist bump. When the two of you were done Bucky held his arms opened and smirked at you. “Where’s my hug doll?” He asked and you stared at him with shocked wide eyes. The kids all cheer as you laugh softly before opening your arms and walk into Bucky’s open arms. You stood there hugging Bucky and felt your heart flutter again as his arms wrapped warmly around you making you feel surrounded and safe.

#my writing #fluffmas 2023 #marvel #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x ofc!

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tellywoodtrash · 2 years

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channa mereya 17.10.22 lb

taayiji phodofyin bhaanda in front of dad that adi was a rudeass bitch to supreet

which you know…… good

he needs to have his bs called out

now he's yelling at taayiji

bro fuck off you're being a fuckin brat

storms off outside

ginni calls

and she's like I was gone 10 min and you started fighting up in there

tells him the kangan are with her

him: shocked Pikachu face

but weakly trying to justify it's not just the kangan she's hadapofied a lotta other things too

ginni is like I know I know what happened to you was bad

but you're the problem rn

quit your bitchin

apologize and bring her for the function so help me god

dad inside trying to find out what issue is

supreet trying to hide it and doing ishaare to taayiji to shut up

supreet telling dad that adi is so happy after a long time

you don't ruin it

your rishta just recovered

adi walks in

still glaring

says shoulda told me the truth in first place

BITCH IMMA SMACK YOU

BOLNE KAHAAN DIYA THA TUNEY

started Hulk smashin the second you walked in

this is the most non apology apology

he's only getting away with it coz ginnis not here

anyway tells her forget what happened and come for function

don't come for me come for ginni

she wants you to be there

and I will fulfill her every want

supreet teary and says ginni is a very good girl, but rishta is not with her, it's with you

I'll come for you

coz you said

she says whether you think of me as a mother or not, I have always thought of you as my eldest son

THIS BAAP BETA DONT DESERVE SUPREET AND HER GOOD HEART

taaayiji boiling at this development ofc

bitch, get a job

finally all fam here

demon dad and shaitani Sam smirking at each otherrrrr

dad walking around the house looking sus

BRO YAHAAN BHI AAG LAGAYEGA KYA

I hate you so much

sees ginni ke papa ka photu

and all hairaan pareshaan at it

papaji ki rooh appeared

and is threatening demon dad ki my daughter gonna fuckkkkk you uppppp

lmao nice

he yelled nahiiiiii kushwanttt

and fam like 😦😦😦😦🫤😦🫤😦😲😦😲😦😦🫤😦🫤😦

covering up with some lameass excuse

rasm shuru karna blah blah

ginni aa gayi

hearteyes motherfucker

lmao everyone is so amused/cringing at how they 😍😍 at each other

ginni sab ke paon touching and so flustered she bent to touch adi's feet lol

blue haired friend jumping back before she attacks his feet too

ginni apologizing to supreet for adi

and supreet like no thanks to this he and I have cleared up our rishta a lil bit

which is all thanks to you

gulaabo ji saying kal achcha din hai lets do sagaai

shaadi will happen after daarji comes back

blah blah rasm ho rha everyone giving gift

adi maaring chance uske beech mein

dad making annoucement about changing company name

bro they keep changing the name of this bigass chain of hotels every two three days

it was named after supreet na?

jiska hoarding jalaaya tha adi in 2nd ep

now he's saying it's called singh group of hotels which they'll change to gurkirat group of hotels..... the poor stakeholders of this demented business

anyway saanu kii

dad doing bs good faith ke padh toh le papers

but this dumbass is too swept away in emotions

dumb. dumb dumb dumb.

everyone disperses happily

dad and sam on their phone call doing their mwahahahaha humaara plannnnn, buraai ki jeet bs

meanwhile adi skulking around doing chance marna in mega chichora style

ginni gave one push and went lol

ginni sees someone gathering mitti ke tel ke bottles outside the dhaaba

she's like itne saare

she's wondering where so many dabbas came from when they hardly use any at the dhaaba

and that her shaq is right

someone did this on purpose

she standing around looking at dhaaba praying God show me the way I just need to know who did this

dramatic parting of clouds

hawa chali

one payal lying on the floor catches her eye

like literally it's maarofying spotlight level ka lashkaara

Rabbji, itna bhi dramatic nahi hona tha

she got the payal and is squinting at it

ok but it coulda fallen off some customers foot too?

how can you just assume ki jalaane waale ka hi hai

anyway ginni is 101% sure now ki Sam did this

precap: sagaai hai, happy heart eyes

aaaaaaaaand kamre mein ginni ne YEHHHHHHH jo kheench ke Sam ko chaantaa maara

Mazza aa gya lol

ginni has a maachis and is screaming at Sam

oh boy is she gonna set Sam on fire, lol

#channa mereya #cm lbs #episode liveblogs

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my-lunaberg · 1 year

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Ive accidentally reached the post limit so Ive basically been doing my liveblog in my notes app, i wrote all of this while watching the February 4th 2022 vod

Oughhhhhhhh the way Sams literally begging

Oh the "present" is gonna be a clock isnt it

Oh nvm its a cake, which is just. so evil man, cakes have terrible saturation but Sam doesnt have anything else so ofc hes gonna be grateful even though its shit

Actually, now that I think about it, I think I was definitely wrong about Dreams manipulation tactics changing with his goals. Like, i still dont think he wants to work with Sam or be 'friends' with him like with Tommy during the exile arc, but he is still doing the thing of breaking people down and then building them up with a fascimile of kindness so that theyll listen to him

Im assuming the time passed irl is the same as the time passed in-universe which means that Sam has been alone in the prison for 4 days but Dream is a lying motherfucker whos telling him that its only been one day

Okay now hes saying its been 2 days but hes still lying

HE DID GET HIM A CLOCK IM GONNA LOSE IT

Okay he wants to compare hkmself and Sam, Im very curious bc this will hopefully grant us some insight into how Dream like, actually percieves himself and his actions

Okay, two things:

1. Dream being like "[the evil bunker full of everyones sentimental items] was just theater" has some serious Wilbur vibes ngl

2. Dream is sooooooo obsessed with Tommy istg

Dream is asking Sam what bad things hes done aside from manipulate Tommy and be dramatic and Sam is like "uhhhhh idk tbh......" as though Dream isnt the guy responsible for Lmanberg blowing up thrice

Sam is basically asking Dream if the things Dream did were wrong/bad and its like, you cant do that, you cant cushion your opinions on someones bad action in this kind of insecurity, especially if youre talking to someone known to be manipulative!!

Ouhhghhh the way Dream can basically make up anything he wants about Tommys time in exile because barely anyone, but esepcially not Sam, visited him

"How was it my fault that Tommy was exiled" I dont even have anything to say, Im just kinda enamoured by the realization of how little people other than Tommy and maybe Wilbur actually know about the exile

Dream just mentioned the Egg and 1. I had already basically completely forgotten about that and 2. The timeline of Drea involvement with the Egg is like, he briefly checked on it back when everything was still kinda kicking of, didnt worry about it for weeks or even months and then he was in jail for a year and he basically completely missed all of the Egg Lore like damn, I hope Punz properly explained all that bullshit to him lol

God, Im projecting so hard rn but Dream weaponizing his own genuine suffering in order get what he wants which also shields him from having to confront the ways it was made him suffer and how it actually affected him is so relatable

Ive been spoiled so I know theyre gonna try and make c!Dream more sympathetic later on and i know a lot of people really hate that and honestly, I think a lot of it comes down to the fact that he didnt get his own POV/only got it very late which gives people less opportunity to sympathize or empathize with him and also really dehumanizes him. Idk this is kinda complex and I'll probably make a seperate post about it

Im going to lose my mind, Dreams monologue about how everyone is the hero in their own story and a villain in many others literally sounds like a thesis statement, like if the Dream SMP had a kids show-esque "message" like so many people inexplicably want it to, it would be this more than literally anything else

OHHHHHHHH the double meaning of Dream telling Sam that he built the prison for him. mwah, perfection

"Dream said he wouldnt lock anyone up in the prison" WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN TRUST HIM

Ooooooooooo Sam grouping himself in with Dream..........

HES TAKING SAM OUT OF THE PRISON

Hes giving Dream full access to the prison theres no way this could possibly go well

Sam as the users manual for the prison vs Dream as the revival book...........

👁👁 HES KILLING SAM??

SAMS DEAD VOD OVER

#livebloggin dsmp #c!dream #c!sam

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irondad-defensesquad · 2 years

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(mcu) tony stark is canonically:

an alcoholic

abused and emotionally neglected by his also alcoholic father in his entire childhood (*the mcu does confirm this even if it tries to paint howard in a "good" light, check the comics related to im2)

also visibly groomed and almost egregiously killed by his mentor who took him in when tony was young, essentially taking advantage of that to take over stark industries and the belic industry

traumatized with clear (complex?) ptsd and panic attacks

responsible of his weapons being illegally sold to terrorize ppl (ofc i agree the portrayal in the movie is flawed, but he doesn't even mean to expose it to the media for status. well he said iron man to the journalists which is my next point:)

heavily punished for the consequences of his actions - revealing his identity to the world, especially for trying to mess with a known terrorist in live TV. iron man 2 and 3 are all about the direct and indirect consequences of his actions, and also his father's legacy, remember howard is the one that created stark industries in the first place. and tony ultimately decides no i'm not my father, i don't need to be him, i'm not gonna continue this cycle of war and violence neither at myself or other ppl

uninterested to work with the military from the very beginning, perfectly knew the government would take his suits and transform them in military weapons. this is the whole fucking plot of iron man 2? it's presented as a bad thing?? stane wanted to create an armor of iron men, in im2 it does happen and it's a fucking disaster!!! tony didn't want the iron men used in war! they would 100% kill innocent ppl with his suits just like they did his weapons before. why would tony want that???

manipulated by wanda with the vision of all his allies dead

still perfectly willing to take up responsibility for ultron

the creator of vision, consequently taking away jarvis the only remaining connection he had to his beloved father figure

the most dedicated to keep the avengers together

the first one to want to listen to steve without immediately trusting the government. he actually changes his mind after team cap is arrested! he talks to sam! he tries to understand where steve comes from and doesn't actually fight bucky until the news of his parents. which he has every goddamn reason not to be "rational" about btw

even after losing his team, still a caring mentor/father figure to peter parker. ofc he was unreachable at first, but after homecoming he made sure he and peter were on the same page! they regularly began to communicate!

a good friend to harley keener, gave him all the good tech! and avenged his dora watch

nebula's first friend and the first person who tells nebula she's a winner, not comparing her to gamora or anyone else knowing exactly how it is to have a father that doesn't love them

the group's dad friend. really. he takes care of everyone. he's the first to reach out. he doesn't judge thor at all iirc!

the best dad in the entire mcu (ofc right there with scott lang but scott is actually canonically best grandma, so tony is best dad, it's canon)

the entire back of the franchise. whether you like this or not

feel free to add to the list i certainly forgot something but here you go

#i've watched and rewatched the iron man movies so i hope this is all correct #lotus speaks #tony stark defense squad #ask to tag #alcohol mention tw #abuse mention tw #death mention tw #long post #antis do not derail #irondad

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platoniclokiimagines · 2 years

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We have reader getting snapped and reader faking their death. May I ask a lighter request about a happy ending? lmao

Maybe with reader coming back from the snap or apparently being dead and then coming back?

Only if you're comfortable ofc!

A/N: This was fun to write. Should I do a sequel sometime? Would people be interested?

WC: 1077

Rating: G

TW: None

Coming back to your body after… whatever it was that had happened wasn’t as disorienting as you’d expected an experience like that to be.

Granted, it was a little hard for anything that had been done and then undone in the span of what felt like a few seconds to be disorienting. There wasn’t any time to feel much at all, at a time like that.

What had been disorienting was finding out that what had been ‘a few seconds’ had actually been five years.

Five years.

And you hardly had any time to think about that at all, because you were being gathered up by a handful of Avengers, some you knew, and some you weren’t sure you’d met before. Sam and Bucky were among the familiar faces you remembered fighting with whenever… whatever had happened had happened, but there were others, too. Warriors, you thought, by the look of it, who had likely been in the middle of the fight, as well. You didn’t know any of their names, but they looked just as confused as you did, and you hoped that someone would explain what had happened.

Your explanation came in the form of a very hurried rundown from a woman who was using a sling ring identical to the one you knew Stephen Strange used. She explained that, in the five years since everything had happened, things had come to a head and that, long story short, everyone was needed in some sort of battle that would likely spell the fate for not only humankind, but the entire universe, if not the multiverse.

No pressure, or anything.

You had no time to speak to any of your teammates. The most you managed was a weak smile at Bucky, who shrugged his shoulders as if to say ‘just another day, huh?’ and then went about checking his gun to make sure it was loaded properly.

You looked down at your own weapons; a dagger on each hip. They felt grossly inadequate in the face of whatever battle was about to happen, but it wasn’t like you were going to have the opportunity to trade them in for something better, at this point. Not when the lady Sorcerer was already using her ring to open a giant portal so everyone could file through.

Steeling yourself for the fight to come, you fell into step at the head of a group of Wakandan warriors, hoping you didn’t look as scared as you felt.

Your fear dwindled in favor of sheer awe once you’d made it through the portal to the battlefield beyond. Everywhere you looked, you saw more portals, and even more people. The area was crowded. Warriors and Avengers and so many people you’d never seen before in your life, all joining together for this fight.

This fight against Thanos, once again. You recognized his larger than life ships and armies now, lined up across the rocky expanse separating both sides. This wasn’t going to be pretty, you could already tell.

“Avengers!”

You jerked your head up, recognizing Steve’s voice. Something was about to happen. The entire crowd grew silent in preparation, the eeriness of it a little chilling. You rolled your shoulders back, and drew your daggers out of their sheathes, preparing.

“Assemble.”

That was all you, or anyone else in the massive crowd, needed, as the air around you filled with the sounds of battle cries as people began to run, swarming together as a singular unit, aimed toward the opposite side of the battlefield. You surged forward with the rest, darting in and out of empty spaces lithely as you watched Thanos’ legions run forward, as well.

You heard the fighting before it began for you; heard the clash of sword against sword, felt the static of magic being used, and smelled the gunpowder as bullets were loosed from their weapons. You kept as far away from it as possible, only fighting when you had to, only because you knew you had to pick and choose who you were going to go after. What good would it be, coming back from the dead only to be taken out immediately while showing up with a knife to a literal gunfight?

Occasionally, though, you couldn’t avoid battle. You did your fair share of stabbing and cutting at the enemy fighters, with a precision that hadn’t been hastened by your brief disappearance. It felt as natural as breathing, to go back to doing what you’d been trained to do. You only hoped that it was doing some fraction of good in the grand scheme of things.

After one particularly nasty one-on-one with an alien who’d left you with a nasty cut along one arm, you heaved a sigh, wiping the sweat from your brow before wrenching your dagger free from a body. You were so tired, but the battle was far from over. You knew that.

“Y/N?!”

Whatever exhaustion had been weighing you down lifted immediately as you spun around, blinking at the black-and-green clad figure standing in front of you, looking just as shitty as you felt.

You huffed out a grateful little breath. “Loki.”

“I thought you were dead!” Loki rushed forward, and you met them halfway in a desperate hug.

“I thought you were dead!”

“I think I might have been,” you admitted, drawing back so you could look at them a bit better. Whatever had happened to you, hadn’t to Loki. The five years showed in their face, though hardly. There were deep worry lines in their forehead, and they held an immense exhaustion that seemed to envelope their entire body.

You stepped back entirely then, chest still heaving from the effort of your fighting, regarding them with a bit of a nod. “You look old,” you teased, though it was a little true. You didn’t know someone who could live for thousands of years could look so much older in only five.

Loki smiled tightly, but you could see the ghost of their usual smirk hidden somewhere in there. “And you look the same.”

You huffed out a tense laugh and nodded, looking around at the different fights going on mere feet away from you. “Some battle.”

“Yeah.” Loki looked around, as well, before looking back at you, eyes glinting with that familiar sense of mischief that was just Loki. “Shall we get back into it?”

You grinned, as well, tossing a dagger and catching it with unnecessary flourish. “Let’s.”

#Loki imagine #platonic Loki imagine #Loki #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Odinson #Loki x reader #platonic!Loki x reader #feat. Bucky #briefly lmao #feat. Steve #even more briefly LOL #comfort #drama #tiny drama #baby bit of drama #anonymous #ask #answered #and I thank you for the ask!

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parkers-gal · 3 years

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Heyy. Could you repost the fic where reader announces She s pregnant but gets scared that Peter will reject her so she breaks up with him? (I had requested part 2 of the 2 parts if I'm not wrong.) You don't have to ofc! Love you 💙💙

yep, i’ll post part two too!

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warnings: lol pregnancy, slight angst, cursing (characters are all 18+)

wc: 2k

There was a fine line between a lot of things, but being pregnant and not being pregnant was not one of those things. In hindsight, maybe Midtown should have told the students which condom brands were least effective, or maybe even May or Pepper. And just by luck, Y/N happened to have skipped her birth control pills for two days in a row, the two days she spent entirely with Peter. And now, though she didn't know it was inevitable, she was facing consequences she thought would come much later in life, if at all.

What would her parents say? How would Peter even react? Would she keep it? Would Peter support her either way?

She didn't want to find out the answers to any of the questions flying through her mind. In all honesty, she didn't want to ask the questions at all. Instead, she sat on the bathroom floor, leaning against the cabinets as she let tears slip in realization that this was going to change her life forever.

Wiping off a few last stray tears, she tucked the test into the back of the cabinet before getting up and leaving the bathroom, grabbing her purse and making her way to the front door.

"Y/N, honey? Are you alright?" Her mother asked right before she left. "You were in there an awful long time, hun."

"'m fine, mom, just thinking. I'll be back, probably gonna get more of my stuff."

Y/N was just in the middle of moving out and into her own apartment. She was corning her last year of college, and she figured it was best to slowly transition into her own life as an independent adult. As of right now, her apprenticeship wasn't the best she could get, so she was only moving into the Avengers tower with the rest of the team until she got the promotion her mentor promised her. Despite being an avenger, she didn't actually work for Tony or Bruce, and she didn't depend on them as much as Peter did. She was still close with all of them, though.

Walking through the double doors, she gave a small nod and smile to George, the man who stood on guard at the entrance of the tower. Making her way to the elevators, she pressed the button and debated on what she was going to say to Peter.

The living quarters of the tower were two main floors, but the central living center had the kitchen, so most Avengers stayed there until "curfew," as Tony had called it.

Making her way through the halls, she passed the kitchen, where Bucky, Sam, Steve, Wanda, and Natasha were located, talking and drinking what must've been one of Steve's old fashioned drinks.

"Hey, Y/N," they greeted her individually. In response, she only nodded, trying to get to Peter as fast as possible. Furrowed brows and wide eyes they were, shocked at how closed off she was being. It was only when she left the room that Wanda gasped, staring at the spot Y/N had just been on.

"What?" Nat said quickly, urgently. "What is it? What's wrong?"

Back in Peter's room, Y/N had just knocked, Peter granting her access and she stepped inside, clutching her purse close to her as her breathing quickened and her pulse increased.

"Hey, babe," Peter said, his back to her as he fiddled with something on the bookshelf.

"P- .. Peter, we need to talk."

At this, he spun around, glancing in her eyes to try and decipher what she was thinking and what she was about to say. What came next was not what he expected.

"Okay."

"We need to break up."

"W-what? Why? I though- I thought w-"

"We just need to break up- I'm breaking up with you," she rushed out.

"Baby, come on, let's talk about this. Tell me why. Did I do something? Did something happen? I can make it better, I can change- make things right, c'mon don't just-"

"Peter I'm breaking up with you," she said, her voice cracking as she finally allowed the tears to flood her eyes. Peter was full on crying as she turned around and left his room. Thirty seconds passed before he went sprinting out of the room after her.

Wanda and Natasha had called just about every Avenger into the compound's kitchen, and just in time to see Y/N leaving with tearful eyes and Peter chasing after her.

Wanda hadn't explained to anyone what she had read in Y/N's mind. Though they knew something was up, they weren't prepared to witness the action of the words (or thoughts).

"Y/N," Peter breathed out. "Y/N!" he said again, gripping her wrist to spin her around. "Why? Why the fuck would you just drop that? What happened to us?"

"Don't make this harder than it has to be, Parker."

"I'm not! I just want to know why the girl I'm in love with is leaving me so sudden! Don't you think I at least deserve to know why?"

A few more tears fell down her face before she exhaled. "I wish.. I wish I could tell you, Peter."

"Well why don't you?!"

"I- I can't."

"Did you stop loving me? Was that it? Did I do something?"

"I didn't stop loving you. I could never stop loving you-"

"Then why are you giving up on us?!" Peter exclaimed with defeat, both of his hands pulling at his hair before covering his face as he started crying again.

Y/N stepped forward, hesitantly about to reach out to console him before deciding against it and leaving altogether.

When she was gone, Wanda breathed loudly, Natasha doing the same.

"Peter.." Nat said, walking towards him slowly. "Are you... alright-?"

"She just- did it!" Peter whined out, abruptly cutting her off. Natasha rushed forward to catch him and he gripped her tight as he cried out to whichever god cursed him.

"We need to talk," Wanda whispered to Nat, before filing out and leaving the two alone.

***

"What the fuck was that about?" Sam exclaimed in the training room. The Avengers had resorted to the gym for some privacy, knowing neither Y/N nor Peter would come willingly unless they had scheduled training, which neither did.

"Seriously, though," Bucky replied. "They were doing so well, things were going so great-"

"Okay everyone just sit down!" Wanda exclaimed, pacing back and forth as Natasha stood next to her, rubbing her forehead in thought.

"Do you know why?" Steve asked after a moment.

When Wanda didn't vocalize her response, merely making guilty eye contact, the Avengers knew.

"Of course you know," Bruce said.

"Okay, what's this about?" Tony said, coming through the doors, a few minutes late.

"Y/N just broke up with Peter," Loki stated blandly.

"What the fuck?"

"I know, right?" Steve said, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and sympathy for the pair.

"And.." Tony glanced back and forth between Nat and Wanda and the rest of the crew. "Wanda knows?"

"Mhmm," Nat hummed.

"Well, wouldn-"

"Y/N is pregnant," Wanda blurted out.

The silence that overcame the group was deafening. Pure shock and surprise were overwhelming emotions as the heroes struggled to wrap their minds around the realization, the truth.

"Holy fuck," Sam whispered.

"That's why.. she broke up with Pete?" Bucky said.

"Mhmm," Wanda hummed back quickly. "I could feel the anxiety she had. I think she let it get the best of her. She was still in shock, still panicking. I don't think she's known for long."

"We have to do-"

"No, we don't do anything. Nobody says a thing, nobody does a thing," Natasha informed strictly. "I swear to fuck if any of you do something I will come for you myself. Let Wanda and me handle this. You all don't know the start about female anatomy."

"Yes, ma'am," Bucky replied, the others nodding in agreement.

***

About a week later, Y/N was walking into the training room. She saw Steve, Natasha, Peter, Tony, and Bucky standing around talking about something, and as much as she wanted to avoid him, she also knew that she had to attend training.

"Hey, Y/N/N," Tony greeted. "I'm making some schedule changes."

"Okay.." she said after a moment, putting her bag on the bench as she glanced at his clipboard before making eye contact again.

"Pete, you're in for four days a week, each a two hour session. You'll spar with Steve for two sessions, five mile runs with Nat, power training with Bucky and Sam, you know the drill."

"Y/N," he started, flipping a page. "I'm.. cutting your sessions to thirty minutes each. Only twice a week."

"What the fuck, why, Tony?" She asked.

"Yeah, that seems unreasonable and unfair. She gets less time and I get more?" Peter joined.

"Well, I just want to be cautious with the baby on the way and all that," Tony said nonchalantly.

Time seemed to freeze as the group went dead silent, all except for Peter.

"Baby? What baby? What the fuck are you talking about?" he asked, glancing between Tony and Y/N. "Y/N? Ar- are you- are you pregnant?"

She closed her eyes and exhaled, her hands clammy and sweaty as they were balled into fists.

"I'-I'm..."

"Is that why you broke up with me?" he said, his voice dropping to a whisper as the realization hit him. "You thought you'd leave me before I had the chance to do that do you?"

"I can't do this right now," Y/N breathed, rushing out of the room. Peter ran after her, and Natasha punched Tony in the arm once they had left.

"Y/N, Y/N!" Peter exclaimed, catching up to her and spinning her around. "Is it true?"

She closed her eyes before nodding again. When she opened her lids, her eyes were glossy and red, "Yeah."

"Were you ever going to tell me?" he whispered, voice cracking.

"I don't- I don't know, Peter! I was so afraid you were going to break up with me or leave me or that you were going to hate me if I didn't keep it or that my parents would disown me or some shit like that! I just did it first to avoid it all."

"Avoid it all?" Peter repeated. "I love you, Y/N," he stated, grabbing both of her hands. "A baby isn't going to change that, whether you keep it or you don't. It's your body, so it's your choice," he said, and her head rolled in disbelief as she sighed. "I love you," he stated again, tightening his grip on her hands. "And you're carrying my baby. Did you ever think I'd be happy?"

"Peter we're so young, basically fresh out of high school-"

"I know it's unplanned, Y/N, and that makes it so scary. But I would never abandon you like that."

"I really love you, Peter," Y/N huffed out, her tears beginning to free fall now.

"I know baby," Peter said while pulling her into his chest and embracing her for the first time in a week.

After a few moments, Y/N's breathing evened out and Peter spoke up. "Are... are you going to keep it?" he whispered, kissing the top of her head.

Her throat was sticky from crying, and after a few seconds, she answered. "I am."

Peter held her at arm's length to look at her, really look at her, and he kneeled down and kissed her stomach, voicing his excitement and feelings.

The Avengers, who were watching from the doorway of the training room, smiled in relief, a few of them wiping stray tears and rubbing their eyes to regain their composure.

"God they're growing up," Tony whispered.

"Not just yet," Pepper fired back, glancing at the pair before grinning herself, thankful they were in this together.

(part two is out)

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Grieving Family(pt.11)

Series: Fondness | Scream

Paring: (Chad Meeks-Martin x OFC Hicks! Ethan Landry x OFC Hicks!)

Word Count: 1634

Warnings: mention of death, gun, knife, language

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"Is this even a good plan?" Ethan asks as everyone enters the subway.

"You don't have to come if you don't want to." Tara tells him.

"So we just peel off and the killer picks us off one by one? No, thank you." He adds as he tries to keep Lexi with him but Chad was making sure she was close to him.

"Let's just get to the theater. Come on, in here." Sam rushes to the open train.

"Yes, because it'll be much less scary at the serial killer movie theater." Chad says moving Lexi in front of him as they make it in then notices Mindy misses it as the doors shut.

Lexi looks around and sees Ethan didn't make it too, "She's with Ethan because he's not with us." Lexi looks up at Chad as they all group together.

"Where's Mindy?" Sam asks so Chad tells them as Lexi texts Ethan saying please keep an eye on Mindy.

"Ethan said he'll keep an eye on Mindy even though she still doesn't trust him." Lexi tells the group looking up to see all the Halloween costumes that were Ghostface. "Oh, that's great." She gets the others attention to see them too.

"How many stops do we have?" Tara asks Sam who looks to see ten.

Lex: How's Mindy?

Ethan: Still staying away from me.

Lex: But she is in your sight right?"

Ethan: Yes, she is. It's scary with all these Ghostface costumes on with us.

"Still nothing from Mindy. You got something from Ethan?" Chad asks Lexi.

"Yeah, they got the next train and they are alright right now. They have a lot of Ghostface costumes on with them too." Lexi puts her phone away.

As they come to a stop a guy in a Ghostface costume walks towards them so Danny steps in front of Sam and the guy gets off the train. When they get to meeting Kirby she gives them the rundown of the plan after Sam told Danny he couldn't come with them.

In the theater, they spilt up some because they thought they were safe at the moment. "No one is answering me. Not Ethan or Mindy." Lexi starts to get worried.

"Probably got bad cell service right now." Chad leans against the counter where she was standing so Tara walks some ways to give them some space. "You seem really worried. Why?"

"I don't trust Ethan after thinking all day which upsets me since I like…liked him. Chad, the killer never attacked me at the apartment. They didn't try hurting me." She tells him.

"What?" He tilts his head.

"They just kept looking at me. And when they were this close to me they didn't stab me or cut me on purpose like they do to everyone else. There are only five people I know that wouldn't hurt me…."

"Sam, Tara, Mindy, me, and… Ethan." Chad turns his body to face her.

"Exactly, and I know none of you four are the killer so… I just feel so stupid for following the stupid formula for this crap. It's always 99% the boyfriend."

"Hey, he's not your boyfriend remember so you didn't follow the formula." Chad takes her hands into his, "You know who's never the killer? The best friend."

"That's not true because Jill was Kirby's best friend." She smiles up at him.

"Jill wasn't in love with Kirby." He says making her heart race.

"Ch-," He cuts her off leaning down to finally kiss her after wanting to do that for so many years. He felt so much joy when she kissed him back before pulling back.

"It's maybe embarrassing how long I've wanted to do that." He smiles.

"Yeah, you should've done that a lot sooner." She smiles back.

"I know."

"I've been wanting that since we were ten." She lets him know.

"Ten?" He chuckles, "Took me two more years." He leans down again.

"You didn't have to tell me that… That hurts." She giggles before being picked up and thrown to the side into the wall so the killer could try to attack Chad.

"Lexi, let's go. Come on, come on!" Chad helps her up and they rush for the door as Tara and Sam open it scaring them.

"It's Kirby."

"What?" Lexi didn't believe that as they talk about an exit.

As they move the killer pops up so they run for it and beat up the killer but when Chad tries to do more to the killer on the floor another shows up stabbing him.

"No!" Lexi screams running back but the sisters grab her as she screams for Chad. She couldn't lose him too but she saw that happen as both killers stab him over and over.

The girls run just to get caught between both killers but Kirby shows up making them run. The sisters still think it was her but Lexi says it's not. Bailey then shows up saying it's her too till he shoots her as one of the killers stops at his side.

"I had a feeling…" Lexi says as the other one joins his side too.

"You?" Tara says.

"Yeah, of course, me. Frankly, I expect more from you three after what you did to us?" He tells them.

"You cleared Ethan's alibi…" Lexi says looking at the one on his left so Ethan takes off his mask.

"Mindy was right. It was easy to juke the roommate lottery. All I had to do to meet you was room with a conceited, condescending alpha literally named Chad. Fuck, it felt good to kill him. Especially when he always tried to make a move on you when it was obvious I had a thing for you, Lex. Then he goes in for the kiss too,"

Lexi cuts him off, "Fuck you! So I was just another bonus step to really get close to us? To Sam? So it was all a lie about your daddy. Because it seems like your two are bonding over something." Lexi motions at Bailey.

"Dad?" Tara says shocked.

"And you kept your sister, Quinn, out of your family stories because it would give everything away." Lexi nods her head, "Quinn, quite smart you removed all the knives so we couldn't protect ourselves from Ethan." She looks over at the other so she removes her mask.

"I always knew you were smart. Hey, roomies." Quinn smiles, "Surprised to see me?"

"Yeah, because you died." Tara tells her.

"Kind of didn't, though. It was a good way to get off the suspect list. Stab Gale Weathers, stab Mindy on the train. That sort of thing." Quinn explains.

"And you were first in the scene… Switched out the bodies of course." Lexi gives Bailey a fake smile.

"You'd be amazed at what a grieving father can get away with." He tells them. "This is what we've been counting down to Sam." He shows Billy's mask and tells her to put it on.

"Fuck you." She smiles it out of his hand so Ethan cuts her arm.

"Stay away from her!" Tara and Lexi yell at him.

"You did this as a family?" Sam looks at all of them.

"Hell, yeah bitch. You should know better than anyone." Quinn tells her.

"They're still not getting it." Ethan smiles.

While Sam says she didn't do the killings and Quinn made up the rumors. Lexi studies Ethan and it finally fucking clicks for her, "Wow… Oh my god!" She looks at all three. "You fucking told me everything in a code." She steps towards Ethan but Tara grabs her arm so she tugs it back, "Your brother used to be so obsessed with something, and your dad would do anything for him to feed into the obsession. All of this is his obsession and you're the fucking cop that got it all for him."

"What?" Sam says confused.

"She's a killer just like her father." Bailey points at Sam.

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are motherfucker! You killed our brother!" Quinn yells at her.

"What are you talking about?" Sam was still confused.

"You said your brother died in a car accident." Tara adds.

"Quinn lied to you but Ethan told me the truth. He lost his brother and he died in a fight. He just forgot to mention that he died by his own knife Sam used. And of course, never mentioned a name…Richie." Lexi keeps her eyes locked on Ethan.

"You're Richie's family." Sam looks at Bailey who knows his head.

Lexi sees Ethan getting ready to move towards Aam so she steps in front making him accidentally cut her. "Fuck!" He says as the girls move to get away some.

"Don't feel bad, bro. You can drop the fucking act." Quinn says to corner Sam and Tara while Bailey goes on a rant.

"That's the thing though… it's not an act is it?" Lexi holds her shoulder as Ethan still stands in front of her while she stayed still so they were in their own world right now, "You actually fell for me. Didn't you? That's why you never attacked me. You couldn't hurt me on purpose."

"I never planned to use you to get close. I fell for you the moment I first saw you. When it was just us none of this existed to me. I didn't care about this shit. I never wanted to do it! I had two options. Help him or die with my mom. He made help kill my mother, Lexi." Ethan explains to her so she tries to throw a punch at him but he dodges it.

"Your fucking brother killed my brother! I've cried to you about my mom and brother so many times! And you comforted me! Fuck you!" She screams at him.

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