#blender scene masterlist

[salemsimsrender]

Blender Scene Creator Masterlist

SLFJ Creative

Simunderstood

Estate Architecture

Byul

Arkitektura De Bella

My Sims World

Architecture Sims

nugg3t

AFJ Project

Oh! My Scenes

House of Greenwood

Estrella

Dandelion

Lunare

XXX Tigger

Teresaft

Empire Scenes

Sweet Bunny

Loretto

Valerie Song

Fatal Rose Creations

Ongoing WIP. If you're a blender scene creator (with free scenes) send me an ask with your link and I'll add you!

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[oceanlipgloss]

FINGERTIPS

ANDREALPHUS.

+ warnings: erotic themes, light angst.

+ female mc, feminine pronouns.

Fingertips and soft white skin, fingertips and ridged black bone.

Not just warm. They could feel electric too. Especially when she touched him like she always did—those silky fingers ghosting over his promising lips, his quivering lashes, his curling horns.

Slow. She liked to start out slow. Gentle and sweet. He had been through so much already; a man all alone, with a fractured heart and weeping soul. Bloody hands, dark nothings, cruel world. He had had nothing else for so long—vengeance and sadness for company—and habits of solitude's creation take time to melt.

She never wanted to startle him. He, on the other hand, sensed her whenever she was around. It was somewhat similar to being able to feel pictures moving across a TV screen from far away inside the house, even if they're unseen. It was like catching the glimmer of alcohol in a dark bottle. Who was most responsible for that? Her heart, her presence, her scent?

Whenever she leaned towards him, things became more apparent. She smelled very pleasant—not of cosmetics or perfume, but of her. And they felt quite ticklish against his face, her warm breaths. So then, he kind of found himself smiling despite himself.

Why was she on her tiptoes—this careful—when their bodies were so close? He knew that all he had to do was extend his fingers a little to brush her softness. He couldn't ignore his heart, though, swollen as it was at the sentiment.

The answer to his musing was nearby, and so he shall understand; for in the next moment, resting on the base of his horn would be her hand. A touch lighter than air, warmer than summer—a sunkissed feather. Yet, how he trembled!

Something irrestible always seemed to spark out of her fingertips when they stroked his horns. Tender caress, electric finish. So hard to silently deal with.

Her indulgent touches, his quiet moans. Heavy-headed with desire, dazed with passion. A woman's lazy fingers moving up and down, high and low, beginning to glisten.

But that wasn't enough, was it?

Still, take it slow, follow through with a press of her hot tongue; underneath its wet flesh, hard ripples felt ever so symmetrical, ever so perfect.

Time to take things up a notch.

To lick the curves she let her body shift and rise. Again and again, over and over.

Was it an illusion, how she felt as though his heaving chest were chained to her own? Wouldn't it be stupid to think that that was the hardness of her knee between his legs, and not heat becoming solid, statuesque?

Hand and tongue, moving together. Fingers and their syrupy tips, gliding along the spiral. Lips and their wetness, tasting bright arousal. Kisses all over dark bone, butterflies fluttering their wings of fire.

She saw white paint the jagged spaces in between and thought that it was like melting pearls—just as lovely, just as precious—as it dripped off his head and onto the floor. She wished she could hold out her palms to treasure them all. How pretty, how sweetly fragrant they were.

One last kiss to the pearly tip before taking it between her teeth. Bone tastes of blandness and salt, but desire's flavour was just right in times like these.

Souls and bodies need to fall apart sometimes—it can feel sinfully nice—so fall apart he did.

Soon the ruining hands would rest moist palms on his flushed cheeks, the defiant lips would meet his, and he would savour how the hours of night would be sugar-sweet, electric.

+note: I love him. I love him so, so much. MC better love the fuck out of him during his H-scene, or else I'm putting her soul in a blender and pouring it into a sippy cup for baby devils to drink.

+ MASTERLIST

+ AO3 POST

©𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙨

#whb #what in “hell” is bad #what in hell is bad #whb andrealphus #what in hell is bad andrealphus #the story factory

[yankpop]

Yandere Kun (WayV): Being too overprotective during your pregnancy

Summary: Your “husband” wants your unborn baby to be healthy and for that, he’s willing to manipulate you until he gets what he wants.

This is a FICTION work only made for entertainment purposes so please don’t take any of this seriously. I do not support or encourage any type of abusive behaviour.

All copyrights belong to @yankpop (aka me) so do not post/translate my works on any other platforms without my consent/knowledge.

Check more: Masterlist.

WARNINGS: Implied kidnapping; forced pregnancy; intense manipulation; gaslighting; forced eating.

(Female reader)

AN: It a bit messed up but i still did it. Hope you guys like it and let me know 💖

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"What's that?”

You hesitantly ask as you enter the kitchen. The kitchen counter fully decorated with colorful fruits that Kun keeps picking, putting them into the blender, creating a suspicious juice. Even the odd color manages to scare you. 

Kun gives you a bright open smile, rushing over to you. His hands immediately take a hold of you, one of them going to your swollen belly, making you slightly flinch.

Even after all this time, you still hate his touch. 

“Oh this? I’m just following the doctor’s orders.” he calmly says, carefully maneuvering your body to make you sit on a chair.

Your brows twist in confusion. You don’t recall the doctor saying something about fruit juices.

Kun notices your confusion, a small smile decorating his face as he leans on and places a small kiss on your forehead. 

“I asked the doctor for extra recommendations, just to make sure you and our precious baby will be healthy the entire time.” he elucidates you, his calming voice inciting the baby to start kicking, making you gasp in surprise.

Kun panics for a moment, his eyes going wide in concern, until he sees your hand going to rub your belly. He kneels down to the floor, his face at the same level as the growing bump. 

“Daddy’s here, princess. He’s gonna make sure that you’re safe and have all the vitamins that you need, baby.” Kun coos, his voice flooding with adoration as he presses small gentle kisses all over your stomach.

You merely stare at him, an emptiness filling you as you feel like you’re not even on your own body but more like someone who's watching the scene from afar.

One of the many coping mechanisms that you developed over your time with Kun.

You didn’t blame the baby but it didn’t stop you from dreaming what your life would’ve been if you had managed to get away from Kun before he got you pregnant. Not that he’d let you run away even if you didn’t want to stay with him.

You had already come to terms with the fact that you would never get away from him but lately hormones have been making your irrational fantasies of escaping grow stronger.

“I also got you more vitamins, later I’m  gonna make a schedule for when you have to take them.” Kun declares, looking above towards you. His words make you huff in annoyance, his controlling personality starting to bug you immensely. 

He ignores your action, going back to the counter and grabbing a juice filled glass and handing it to you. You gaze at the peculiar shade of green of the juice, hesitating before bringing it to your lips.

Taking in a small sip, you immediately gag with the liquid, spitting it back to the glass and putting it back on the counter.

“Ew, it tastes so bad.” 

Kun only sighs at your reaction, once again grabbing the glass and returning it to you, his hand coming to your back, rubbing small comforting circles.

“I know it doesn’t taste great, but it’s a small sacrifice you have to make for the baby.” 

Your brows narrow in exasperation, crossing your arms above your baby bump you shoot back at him.

“I already take 3 different types of vitamins, I don’t think the baby needs much more. You’re just going overboard with this, Kun.” Your words don’t have much effect over Kun but you definitely notice his fingers tightening around the glass cup. 

“Look, this is all for the baby, darling. Don’t be such a bad mom that can’t even put our baby’s health over your own comfort.”

Your mouth drops as his words hit you hard. You aren't being a bad mom. You aren't. Right?

“Yes, you are.” Kun says, almost like he’s reading your mind. He tilts the glass into your direction.

“Just drink it. Cause if you don’t and our daughter is born with any type of health problems, I’m blaming you for it.” He concludes without so much of a blink, making you doubt yourself.

Your mind runs through various scenarios and as much as you hate Kun and his overprotective nature, maybe he was right and the baby really needed this. 

Reluctantly picking back the glass, you drink small sips of the liquid, constantly gagging back on its taste yet forcing it down your throat. From your peripheral vision, you see Kun giving you a satisfied smile, his hand coming back to rub your back, somewhat making you feel better as you keep consuming the nasty drink.

The disgusting flavor burns your throat as you force it down. 

“You're doing great, honey. Just a few more sips and you’re done.” Kun incentives you, his eyes attentive towards you.

After a few more bitter and agonizing gulps you finally end the whole glass, immediately pushing the glass away from you. Kun’s features morph into a pleased expression, his hand coming to your stomach to lovingly caress the bump. 

“See, it wasn't that difficult, was it? I’m glad you were reasonable enough to not jeopardize our baby’s health.” You turn your eyes away from him, unable to look at him.

You know that the reality is that Kun is a master in manipulation and that you just fell for another of his tricks, this time using your own child as leverage to manipulate you. 

You hate him. 

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[starrysimsie]

Hey everyone! Today I'm sharing my beach-themed deco sims! There are 24 deco sims in this pack o((>ω< ))o (thank you @_lemontrait on insta for making some of the sims!)

Many/Most skins used for these decos are by Sims3Melancholic 

There are 24 Deco sims with 4 swatches each.

As always, some issues may be experienced with some reshades.

These deco sims are very high poly.

I hope you all enjoy!

Please tag me on Instagram @starrysimsie if you use them! I love to read & share your posts on my story!

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#sims 4 screenshots #ts4cc #TS4 SCREENSHOTS #deco sims #cc finds #sims 4 cc #ts4 cc #sims4cc #ts4 download #ts4 cc download

[archon-maenad]

I realized I preemptively put my riley midoriya au into my masterlist but haven't actually made any posts about it? that obviously has to change asap, because izuku growing up with a reasonably reformed but definitely still unhinged bonesaw as a role model is... a Concept.

I get to take all my favorite bits of bet citizens meeting mha's japan-- emotions over the country being untouched by leviathan, opinions about the commercialized cape scene focused on fame over results, culture shock over the lack of truce or unwritten rules and sheer complacency of the populace, and of course calling all might an alexandria-lite because that's a hill I will die on-- and put it in a blender with riley's unique perspective and experiences.

you end up with one (1) aspiring hero who tells all might to fuck off with that quirkist bullshit, one (1) aspiring surgeon who casually helps her brother revolutionize the cape scene on the side, and one (1) very tired mom who loves her children even through all the grey hairs of the reincarnated one being kind of unhinged and the other deadset on becoming the country's first limelight quirkless hero.

#riley midoriya au #rileypinions #betpinions #parahumans #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #riley grace davis #bonesaw #izuku midoriya #inko midoriya #all might

[anonymousstoryteller2000]

Joseph quinn head cannons part 2!!

Part 1

Masterlist

Mouthing "I love you" to eachother across the room

Cooking dinner together (turns into a food fight)

He let's you wear his jackets (secretly he really likes the brown leather one on you it compliments you eyes)

Painting and wine dates 🤧probably in the living room he would probably try to paint something very cool like a sunset but gets all mad when he ruts in the colors to much so he just paints a smiley face overs it and signs it and gives it to you for a early birthday present as joke." It's from the heart love take it"

He would try to be romantic and do the scene from Lady and the tramp but yall end up bumping heads or biting eachother lips NOT very fun

Says he doesn't snore so you prove him wrong when you take a video of him snoring while he sleeping his comeback are always the same "why you recording me while im sleeping ay"

Loves when you wear his clothes to sleep especially his botton up shirts with lace panties

If your short( like me )when you get on his nerves he will put your favorite snack or your phone on the highest shelf in yalls house and act like he doesn't know where it is "dont look at me I would never do that once again ask the dog!"

His morning voice is rusty and deep and he knows you love his morning voice so he will go to your ear and whisper you to wake up "morning love" "time to get " "baby come on" "no you can't have me for breakfast"

Sence he has anxiety he would probably play with your hands or squeeze your knee as comfort

Really good at cooking but not at baking

Trys to do your makeup or test it for himself but doesn't know what is what "why is it called a booty blender" babe!! I got the powder in my eye agian " "why are my lips tingling "

Going back to reality TV shows if he ever got invested in them you'll see a whole new side of him "fucken hell just slap her already " love get the wine my cup is about to be empty!!!" Babe you saw that she trusted him and he slept with her sister who does that" (get angry and riots at the tv )

Random late night thought with joe "babe can pigs see the sky " if we met when we where younger would have we been friends" do you know fire trucks are actually water trucks" finger are wired like did are arms slip into smaller arms"

Randomly stare into your eyes for a couple of seconds and walk away( kind of like the picture ^^)

Leave hand written notes around the house for you

Loves giving you hugs from behind

Loves the morning but hates the sunlight

Very protective of you when it comes to yall being out and fans or paparazzi comes up to yall

It's very dramatic when he's over stuffs himself "God I should have never eaten that much" "baby catch me I'm gonna faint"

Lives trying out new foods

He hates how his mom and you tease him about baby photo " I was a cute baby alright God " mum mum that enough don't need her running away from me"

Daily jogs but never goes as planned "we barely left the front door how are you tired" " sweetheart I told you to pee before we left....never again...never agian"

Sometimes feels guilty for blaming the dog for everything he goes to the dogs bed and sit himself down "look we gotta have a chat yea look I'm sorry that I keep blaming you for what I do but your way cuter then me so if I blame it on you she won't get mad but I'm my case I think she already caught on"

Randomly jokes about having kids with you in the future "imagine a mini use running around right now " "yeah I said it they would definitely have my hair"

Love naps

He only cries when you're around he loves how he can have a person to lean on when he's feeling stressed "I loves my fans their lovely but I'm just so tired"

505 from Arctic Monkeys is probably yours song

Good at cooking but not good at baking

He loves catching you watch edit of him it make him feel very lucky "ay what you watching their"

If it's really cold he will make sure your bundled up cause he doesn't want to hear you complaining later "breath from you noise then" just waddle like a penguin you got it babe"

Gets all mushy in the knees if he see you holding a baby

Buys you flowers everytime they die

Helps eachother what to wear that day mostly he will fit the color groups you have on

Dancing in the rain but the one of yall slip and fall and ruins the whole mood

House hunting

Makes fun of eachother in the rudest way possible to see who gets offended first (obviously it's him first)"YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW LADY"

Alway keep a small comb on him for his hair

Love putting his hands in your back pocket

Takes a couple of clothes home from his photo shoot csuse he over heard you saying you loved the outfit he was wearing to his stylist

He is the big spoon but secretly likes being the small spoon sometimes

Alway has to have you in his arms when yall are asleep and if you get up in the middle of he night he get all whiney and sad "baby where you going" okay I'm giving you 30 seconds hurry please"

When you have a bad dream will alway try to help in the bets way possible even knowing he can't really do anything about it but as long as your smiling your alright "well do you want to to go inside you head and kill him myself cause I wil...I will 😡"

Have a book yall read before you get ready for the day and before bed (mostly like a novel or muder mystery)

When you asleep he loves cuddle you from the back whispering in your ear "don't worry I'm never letting you go "

#joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn #joesph quinn #joe q #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn #joseph x reader #joe quinn x y/n #joesph q #joesph quinn x reader #joesph quinn head cannons

[ghost-of-you]

5sos mp3 Masterlist

Hello, I've been meaning to do this for a while now and I just never did, but I just had to move a bunch of stuff on my phone so I thought now is the perfect time. This will take you to a drive folder with a bunch of mp3s for your local file folder, ranging from covers, live performances and unreleased songs. 🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️🏴‍☠️

The names of the files are descriptive, name of the song + where its from for live version, + acoustic if its just an acoustic performance, + cover if its a cover, if its just the name its unreleased or a bonus track. But I edited the metadata of the song so they should look alright in your player.

List of all the songs under the cut.

Live Versions

The 5sos show: slsp, out of my limit, amnesia, jet black heart, gotta get out, youngblood, goy, teeth, red desert, no shame, 2011, pizza

How Did We End Up Here DVD: end up here, permanent vacation, don't stop, disconnected, long way home, heartache on the big screen, wrapped around your finger, amnesia, everything i didn't say, kiss me kiss me, slsp, good girls, beside you

Rock in Rio: girls talk boys, hey everybody, disconnected, don't stop, if you don't know, good girls waste the night, vapor, outerspace, amnesia, castaway, jet black heart, end up here, what i like about you, she's kinda hot, slsp

Vevo Certified: end up here, permanent vacation, disconnected, amnesia, she's kinda hot, slsp, good girls

Itunes Festival 2014: out of my limit, voodoo doll, heartbreak girl, beside you, heartache on the big screen

The New Broken Scene Livestream: end up here, voodoo doll, disconnected, don't stop, permanent vacation, hey everybody, long way home, heartache on the big screen, wrapped around your finger, amnesia, beside you, jet black heart, kiss me kiss me, shes kinda hot, slsp, good girls

On The Record 2018: slsp, girls talk boys, moving along, valentine, amnesia, lie to me, talk fast, yb, jbh, wyb

Amp Radio Soundstage Acoustic Session 2019: want you back, easier, who do you love, teeth, yb

The Feeling of Falling Upwards: complete mess, carousel, mm&i, slsp, amnesia, lie to me, caramel, outerspace/carry on, yb, red desert, jet black heart, older, take my hand, teeth, ghost of you, bad omens.

Pandora Xfinity: bad omens, complete mess, mm&i, jbh, yb

The 5 Seconds of Summer Show Live in Amsterdam: bad omens, 2011*, caramel*, if walls could talk*, shes kinda hot*, amnesia, don't stop*, voodoo doll, best friends*, teeth, jet black heart, slsp, outerspace*, yb, ydgtp*, carousel* (*shortened live version)

Miscellaneous Live Performances: complete mess on the roof, ghost of you on global citizen, wildflower on james corden, beside you on jimmy kimmel, san francisco from somewhere on slfl, who do you love from somewhere on wwj, who do you love on vevo, teeth at the jingle ball 2019, best years on the red nose day, bad omens on late night with seth meyers.

Miscellaneous Live Acoustic Performances: complete mess on the room next to the roof, beside you acoustic on novafm, who do you love on sirius, youngblood acoustic from the stairway, best years from lukes floor, voodoo doll one mic one take

Don't Stop EP: wrapped around your finger, if you don't know, try hard, rejects, don't stop Ashton's demo and don't stop Calum's demo. (All studio version)

Covers: teenage dream on sirius, teenage dream on the summertime ball, dancing with a stranger, drown, no roots, the middle, stay.

Unrealeased: blender, easy for you to say both live and from the tour diary (no longer unreleased but they're staying there anyway sokasoaks) bad dreams, i cant remember, all i need, everything i want, heart upon our sleeves, I've got this friend, over and over, perfect disguise, superhero (this are all live fan recordings except for i cant remember, hearts upon our sleeves and bad dreams, i did try to find the best audio tho)

Bonus tracks: when you walk away, best friend, midnight, no shame from the vault

She Looks So Perfect - The Summer Brothers edition.

Calm App Remixes: easier, red desert, best years and old me

Calm commentary: this one is a zip file with mp3s of the boys talking about the process of making the songs, commentary about the lyrics and instruments.

And when we collide the cover by Calum alone, Red Line the voice note from Ashton, Older voice note from Luke and Sierra and beside you music box edition.

#this is just me justifying the mp3 link on my bio sokaoskaoksas #5sos #5sos songs #mp3 #i have no idea how to tag this and this took a long as time to organize saoksoaksoaksakos #5 seconds of summer

[internalsealpanic]

Searching

Summary: You had a bad habit of un-existing but you also had a bad habit of showing up exactly when he needed you

A/n: A fic let I made because I missed someone and because Dick needs a hug. This is a scene I cut out of Works in Progress. Warning: none Main Masterlist

Series Masterlist

“They told me there was a kid here who looked like he was kicked by a puppy,” you said gently, pressing a cool can of soda against Dick’s forehead.

“That still doesn’t answer how you found me.”

“Pick tea leaves or haunted radio.”

“You already used tea leaves when you found me at Clark’s place and you used the radio one when I was injured on a rooftop.”

“Did I?” You said, tilting your head, “Dick, stop disappearing so I don’t exhaust the universe’s methods of nailing your ass.”

“Then stop looking.”

“Pffft! Never.”

You never stopped but he did.

That was all such a long time ago.

Calling you hadn’t been Dick’s first or best idea. Not by a long shot. After all, the last he’d seen of you was in a shady motel in Macau— eyes red and angry from crying, the flesh of your chest gouged with an ugly scar running down your clavicle to your stomach. It was, at its core, an act of desperation. He wasn’t even sure what force on heaven or earth had made you answer but he was so glad you did.

After Bruce died … Dick felt like he was drowning. Saddled with having to take care of Damian, having to deal with Jason’s anger, coping with Cass just up and leaving, and trying to reel Tim back from the brink of insanity; Dick was utterly lost and overwhelmed.

"Dickolas?" You asked, your melodic voice a soothing balm on burnt skin. Dick missed this, missed you, missed the way his name never rolled off your tongue intact. Dick pauses, letting the silence fill him and make him whole.  He told himself it's because he's trying to think of the right words to say. He told himself that it was because he's trying to warm his voice up, gather his Dick Grayson charm.  He's trying to tell himself that it is anything other than what it is- that he wasn’t trying to soak up as much of your presence even through this miniscule interaction.

"Dick?" You asked more cautiously. The tone of your voice hurts with how gentle it is. Dick bites his lip; this time, he actually tries to grasp for the right sequence of words to make you not hang up. How does one say 'I need help with two dumpster fire cities because I am a tad overwhelmed with raising a 10-year-old former assassin. Also do you, a former mercenary, have any tips on parenting said former assassin' to the one ex who voluntarily dropped out of existence and to never talk to you or anyone again?

You snort brightly, a far cry from the soft voice from earlier. "I can't pay for bail."

Dick blinks. There's something warm crowding his chest; it's fuzzy and amorphous and the  kind of feeling you were only able to induce even when you were being an insufferable asshole.

"What makes you think I need bail?"

"Tea leaves."

Dick snorts, "try again."

You swear viciously over the phone.

"Fine. Haunted radio."

"Try again~"

"You slugfuc-... how about a bitchy blender?"

"Points for alliteration but no."

You sigh and Dick leans against the wall feeling the weeks of tension bleed out of him.

He missed you. He missed you so much.

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson imagine

[babyjakes]

forever and a day | 30. the sokovia accords.

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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)

warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). action and fight scenes with violence and killing. injuries/mild gore. mature themes related to and semi-graphic depictions of child abuse/neglect, past CSA and CSM, and their aftermath (emaciation, wounds, scarring, etc). medical abuse and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.trauma-informed therapeutic treatment of ECT. somewhat evil!Tony Stark (eventually).

[Steve]

Slowly rolling open the bottom drawer of my dresser, I sort through until I find a pair of clean black jeans. I’ve already peeled off the old bottoms and washed off my skin with a wet rag pumped with soap. Sighing, I lean against the dresser slightly as I slide the new pants on. Then, I slide the drawer closed with my foot, glancing up at myself in the mirror.

I look tired, probably more tired than I actually feel. It’s been a long day, to say the least. To be honest, I’m surprised that everything was resolved so quickly. I wasn’t too sure at all when Bucky decided that he would take over, but I guess he knew what he was doing. Poor little Willa was terrified; I never wanted to put her through any of that. It was important that she faced her fears in regards to Bucky to rekindle their relationship, but when it became so much that she actually wet herself from fear, I was seriously considering putting a cap on the whole situation.

I guess I’m just thankful it all seemed to work out in the end.

Not wanting to leave the two alone for too long in case Willa needs anything, I make sure to waste no time in getting back out of my room and down the hall. I can hear Bucky talking as I enter the living space, his tone slightly raised and softened to accommodate the young child he’s with. He stands in the kitchen over a pot of something that’s steaming; Willa sits near him on the counter, listening to the man intently. “I’ve never been much of a cook myself; Steve can tell you that. I’ve gotten better, though, ever since I was rescued and started living on my own. Hopefully this doesn’t turn out too bad,” Buck chuckles.

“What’re you guys making?” I ask as I walk over to join the two. Willa lifts her head a little bit when she hears my voice, and I smile at her. Bucky turns to me and gestures to the pot.

“I thought we could make some soup. I saw chicken and veggies in your fridge,” he explains.

Shifting over to Willa, I offer a nod, fine with the idea. The child tenses as I near her and looks up at me, her eyes wide. “I’m s-sorry,” she apologizes quickly, “I didn’t mean t-to, won’t do it again; I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I know you were scared,” I tell her reassuringly. Though the girl still seems uneasy, she says no more about it. “I’m gonna make something separate for her, since she’s still transitioning from her restricted intake at Hydra,” I explain to Bucky as I go into the fridge, retrieving the ingredients needed to make a smoothie. The brown-haired man nods, a hint of sadness in his eyes as he looks over the child in front of him.

Pulling out the blender from the cabinet above the sink, as well as a cutting board and a knife, I cut up the fruit, throwing it in the blender along with some protein powder, supplements, and yogurt. “Big noise,” Willa tells Bucky, a warning she’s gotten in the habit of giving everyone before Bruce or I turn on the blender. Buck and I both smile at her adorableness, and my friend nods at her.

“Okay, dove. Thanks for letting me know,” he plays along. Pressing down on the power button, the machine whirs to life as I glance over at Willa to see her covering her ears slightly. Just as I’m turning the blender off again, once the mixture is smooth, my phone vibrates. I pull it out of my pocket to read the screen. It’s a text from Tony in the team’s group chat.

Tony: Team meeting in 10, 50th flr- mandatory.

I raise my eyebrows at the text, wondering what it means. It’s not often that we call group meetings, especially only ten minutes in advance. “Hey Buck, Tony’s calling a meeting here in ten,” I inform him slowly. The man nods. “I don’t know what it’s about, but you and Willa can always go hang out on the balcony or something if it’s something he doesn’t want you listening in on.”

“Sounds good to me,” Buck replies as I turn to take out a clean cup from a cabinet and pour the smoothie into it, handing it to Willa.

“Thank'ou,” she cheers sweetly, bringing the cup to her mouth and taking a sip. When she lowers it back down, a thin line of the smoothie has formed on the precious child’s upper lip.

“Looks like you have a smoothie-stache, little missy,” Bucky teases, poking at the girl’s cheek. Willa giggles and I take a napkin, gently wiping off her mouth. My phone vibrates once again; this time it’s a text from Thor. Moments after, Tony responds.

Thor: I am not on your planet.

Tony: Fine. Sit this one out.

“Bucky,” a soft voice says from across the room. The three of us turn our attention over to Wanda who’s entered from the hallway. “I didn’t know you were coming over. How are you?” The older girl makes her way over to us, giving the man a slight hug.

“I’m alright. Just wanted to meet the newest member of the team,” Bucky replies with a smile, nodding at Willa. Wanda nods as he begins to add ingredients he’s been preparing to the pot.

“Do you have any idea what Stark wants to talk about?” Wanda asks me, seeming a little bit unsettled.

“No,” I sigh, wishing I could reassure my friend. “But whatever it is, we’ll handle it together, okay?” Wanda nods, leaning in to give me a half-hug as well. Then, she turns her attention to Willa, who’s still happily sipping on her smoothie.

“And how are you doing, little love?” she asks the younger girl, ruffling her hair slightly. Willa smiles up at her, the green shimmering in her eyes with affection.

“Matching,” Willa replies proudly, pointing to her shirt, then mine. I grin, nodding.

“What are you cooking? I can’t smell anything,” Wanda frowns, turning back to investigate the pot on the stove. Bucky huffs, a frown forming on his face. Wanda pushes him aside and stirs the contents a few times, a look of disapproval washing over her. “Americans have no idea how to cook,” she shakes her head, pulling some spices out of the rack beside the stove. As she shakes in various amounts of each one, the scent vividly comes to life.

“How does she do that?” Bucky asks incredulously.

“You’re no better than Vision,” Wanda sighs.

From across the room, the elevator’s bell can be heard, and soon Sam, Clint, Nat, and Bruce have all made their way out into the common space. “Hey Buck,” Clint greets. Sam, Nat, and Bruce wave over at him as well. “Haven’t seen you in a while. What’s cooking? It smells great in here.”

“That would be my doing,” Wanda grins. As I notice Willa scooting herself a tiny bit closer to me, I wrap an arm around her gently. Whenever there are more than a few people in the room, she tends to become a little bit more clingy, which I don’t blame her for. Living with so many people can become quite a lot, at times. Especially a cast of characters like this. The four who have just joined us all settle down on the couches, resuming a conversation they were probably in the middle of when they came up.

Willa leans her head slightly against me as she takes another swallow of her smoothie, her eyes scanning the room that’s now become rather loud. I lean my head down a little bit and whisper, “I’m not a big fan of meetings.” The girl nods, and I assume she maybe feels the same way.

“This is going to need to sit for at least an hour to let everything thicken,” Wanda tells Bucky in regards to his dish. He frowns again, sighing.

“I should’ve ordered a pizza,” he mumbles.

Another ring of the bell can barely be heard, and the elevator doors open again, this time revealing Tony, Peter, and Vision. The three walk in and Tony’s eyes scan from left to right, counting heads. He then nods, pleased that everyone’s in attendance. In his hands, he holds a large stack of paper. Oh boy, I think to myself. A stack like that always means something’s going down.

“Hey everyone. Hey, hi, hello- could we all zip it? We’re having a meeting here, remember?”

Slowly, the buzz of the room dies down, and Tony makes his way over to the long dining table, finding a seat at the head. Beside me, Wanda adjusts the burner to low, swallowing hard. I send her a comforting smile, and she returns it, though I can see her fear lingering in her eyes.

“Can we gather around? That’s it. Get nice and comfy,” Tony encourages us as we all start to make our way over to the table. To Tony’s right is Vision, followed by Clint, Natasha, and eventually, Bucky. Peter sits to Tony’s left, followed by Bruce, Sam, and Wanda. I wrap my other arm around Willa and lift her onto my hip, slowly walking over and taking a seat at the opposite end of the table from Tony, by Bucky and Wanda. “Oh, soldier. Didn’t see you there. Good of you to join us,” Tony nods to Bucky, causing him to stiffen slightly at the chosen nickname.

“Okay, what’s this all about?” Bruce asks somewhat impatiently.

“Yeah- c'mon, man,” Sam shakes his head, “I was just about to kick Natasha’s ass in the training room for the first time in-”

“You mean the first time ever?” Nat cuts him off with a grin. Sam scoffs and shakes his head again, but clearly knows she’s right.

“Yeah, yeah, that can wait,” Tony dismisses. “We’ve got something serious to talk about. So you all better listen up.”

Setting the stack of paper down on the table in front of him, face down, the man pulls a small cube out of his pocket. Tapping the smooth surface of the device, a blue light flashes to life, suddenly shooting an image into the air in front of Tony, like a mini projector that doesn’t need a flat surface; the screen just structures itself. It’s blank, but with a few more taps on the side of the cube, the scientist pulls up a real picture, one of a city.

“We are… the Avengers,” he begins, “a group of superheroes who have saved the day in times of mortal peril, time and time again. We fight evil, protect those who can’t protect themselves, and risk our lives routinely to get the job done, whatever it takes. We’re the good guys, and the world knows it. They love us, and they’re thankful for us.” My stomach twists as I sense can begin to sense where this might be going… somewhere different than just how much good we’ve done for the planet.

“But…?” Sam asks, also sensing that Tony has more to say.

“But, while most see us as heroes, there are some who… struggle, to accept that label,” Tony reveals.

“What label would you use, Tony?” Nat questions.

“How about, dangerous?” the man suggests, a hint of venom coating his voice. He taps the cube again; suddenly, the picture of the city has turned into a running video. On the screen, a giant green figure busts through an entire building, sending it toppling to the ground. “New York,” Tony states simply. Bruce grimaces at the sight, and I turn Willa away in my lap so that she can’t see what’s being presented to us. Tony taps the cube again, and a new video appears. “Washington D.C.” Several cars have all smashed into each other. To my left, Bucky sinks down in his chair, and I almost have the urge to tell Tony to stop. With another tap, the video shifts to an entire chunk of land being lifted into the air. “Sokovia.” The film shows people falling off the sides of the raised city, bodies piling up under crumbled buildings. Finally, Tony taps the device one last time and shows a view of a building. “Lagos.” Suddenly, a large mass of red and orange glowing light enters the shot as it’s thrown into the side of the structure. The camera zooms in on a young girl’s face, her eyes wide open and empty, all the life drained out of what’s now just her pitiful dead corpse. Hearing Wanda let out a whimper beside me, I finally decide to step in.

“Okay. That’s enough,” I say firmly. Tony switches off the cube, and the whole room seems to let out a deep breath.

“We’ve been operating for four years with no supervision. The governments of the world can no longer accept those conditions,” Tony informs us. “But, we’ve been offered a solution.” He flips over the stack of papers. “The Sokovia Accords.”

Vision takes the stack and glances over it before he passes it down to Clint. Everyone starts looking it over as it’s passed around, while Tony continues to talk.

“Approved by 117 countries, it states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, we’ll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary.” My eyebrows furrow in confusion as the packet is put in front of me. Bucky glances at me, the look in his eyes matching exactly how I’m feeling. This isn’t right. Then, I look to my other side, and Wanda seems to be having the same exact thoughts.

“The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place,” I counter steadily. “I feel we’ve done that.”

“Can you tell me, Cap, where Thor is right now? If we misplaced a 30-megaton nuke, you can bet there’d be consequences,” Tony shoots back. I gaze around the room to find a mixture of expressions falling on the faces of the team. Handing our power over to politicians? Something about that just doesn’t sit right with me. “Compromise and reassurance. That’s how the world works,” Tony continues to reason. “Believe me. The government guy I spoke to, Mr. Secretary Ross, he made it very clear. This is the middle ground.”

“So, there are… contingencies?” Bruce assumes.

“Three days from now, the UN meets in Vienna to ratify the Accords,” Tony confirms. “We need to talk it over.”

“And if we come to a decision they don’t like?” Nat raises an eyebrow.

“Then we retire,” Tony tells her coldly. Nat nods, a smirk on her face, but I can tell that none of us find any actual humor in the situation.

“Tony, I don’t like this,” I start.

“You know what? I knew you’d say that, Cap, and quite frankly, I don’t love the idea of handing over the wheel to new hands, either, but sometimes we gotta make tough decisions for the greater good,” he spits through his teeth, nodding down at the little girl in my lap. I sigh, not ready to get into a conversation about Willa now; not when we clearly have other things to discuss. Luckily, Tony doesn’t go any further down that path.

“I don’t know about this, either,” Sam interjects. “We’re the ones doing the fighting. I don’t want someone else picking our battles.”

“This is the UN, Sam. It’s not like we have much of a choice,” Bruce reasons.

“Exactly. We don’t have a choice. There’s a clear answer here,” Tony agrees, nothing short of exasperated at this point. “We sign them. We give them what they want, before they take everything from us.”

“They’ll come for me?” Wanda asks meekly.

“We would protect you,” I reassure her, but it doesn’t stop her from sinking down in her chair. Willa looks around at the room, her little body beginning to shake. I’m not sure how much she’s picking up about what’s going on, but I know she can tell that a storm’s brewing among us, and however it ends, it doesn’t seem like it’s going to be peacefully.

“I have an equation,” Vision informs us.

“Oh great, this’ll clear everything up,” Sam groans.

“Ever since Mr. Stark revealed himself as Iron Man, the number of enhanced individuals presenting themselves has increased exponentially. As has the number of potentially world-ending events,” the computer-man says.

“So you’re saying it’s our fault?” I ask in confusion.

“What I’m saying is, our existence invites challenge. The challenge turns into chaos. Chaos… breeds catastrophe.”

“I think Tony’s right,” Nat says out of the blue.

“Excuse me?” the man with the glasses stutters. “Am I- did I miss something? Or did you just agree with me?”

“Oh, I wanna take it back,” Nat warns with a groan.

“No, no- there’s no taking it back. Continue,” Tony encourages.

“We need to earn their trust,” the redhead explains. “If we have one hand on the wheel, we can still steer. Staying together is more important than how we stay together.”

“I’m sorry, but… I just can’t accept that,” I say, shaking my head. Tony sighs, the annoyance growing on his face. “The safest hands are still our own. We don’t want them sending us places we don’t want to go. Or not letting us go places that we need to go.”

“Jesus, Rogers. Do you ever just think- could you ever just, even for a moment, just- just stop and listen to yourself? It’s ignorant; you’re so goddamn- no. It’s not even ignorant. It’s just reckless,” Tony grits through his teeth.

“He’s trying to keep politics out of this, Tony, don’t you see that?” Sam tries.

“There’s no sane way to keep politics out of anything! Especially not something like this,” Bruce fires back.

“Oh god,” Clint mumbles. “There’s no way this’s ending well.”

And with that, the room erupts into a whirlwind of voices, all talking over each other, all trying to press their view of the situation. I sigh, trying to find a single person to listen to, but it’s impossible. It’s not a conversation anymore; it’s a chorus of yelling.

The little body settled on my lap has begun to shake more violently, snapping me out of my thoughts. Looking down at Willa, I find that her eyes are wide with fear. This isn’t good for her; these are adult issues, things she should be removed from as best we can. “I have to go,” I shake my head, standing up with the girl in my arms. Tony glares at me, but I speak again before he can stop me. “You’ve said your piece. We can talk more later if we have to.” At that, the noise resumes, though Tony is still staring at me, his eyes narrowed in anger. Before anything more can happen, I turn and make my way out of the room.

“It’s okay, doll. We can find somewhere quieter,” I soothe as I carry Willa down the hall. She buries her face in my shoulder, only letting out a quiet whimper as a response.

We reach her bedroom and I walk in swiftly, closing the door behind us. Making my way over to the girl’s bed, I sit down, leaning back against the pillows that are propped up. Willa is curled up in a ball on my lap, her breathing becoming short and uneven.

“Hey, sweetheart,” I ease, stroking the child’s hair. She flinches slightly, a look of panic in her eyes, and I can tell that she’s just about ready to collapse into a full-blown anxiety attack. “Can you take some deep breathes for me, Willa-bug?” I ask. “In, and out,” I show her. “In, and out. There you go; you got it.”

“L-loud,” the poor kid mumbles as her shoulders curl in towards themselves, her entire frame shaking hard. “P-p-please,” she stutters, struggling to make out the word.

“‘Please’ what, sweetheart? What’s wrong?” I frown, concerned that she’s having such a hard time speaking.

“C-can’t breathe, it-… l-loud,” she hiccups, a few tears escaping her eyes.

“Oh honey,” I croon sadly, my heart aching at the sight of her crying. “It’s okay, Willa. You’re okay; it’s quiet now. It’s nice and quiet, see?” I try. But my words seem to do little to help.

Reaching over onto her nightstand, I grab her pacifier, holding it out in front of her. The girl cowers back, her repeated reaction to the object, but I know that as soon as she has it, she’ll feel better.

“It’s okay, babydoll. It won’t hurt; it helps, remember? Not gonna hurt you.” Thankfully, my reassurance seems to ease her fears ever so slightly, and she allows me to slip the nub into her mouth. Like magic, her body instantly starts to relax, and she rests against me, still shaking, but much less intensely than before.

I rock her back and forth, continuing to brush her hair down gently as we sit together in the quiet. Sighing, I think about what Tony proposed. I can see where he’s coming from, but in the end, I still don’t think it’s right. And judging by some of the other responses from the team, I’m clearly not alone. All I can hope is that things will be resolved peacefully.

Though, I have the burning feeling in the pit of my stomach that they won’t be.

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Can you help me fix the TV? [ScarletVision]

Summary: Wanda gets a little frustrated after her TV won't work for her to binge-watch some episodes of "Bewitched", so she asks Vision for a little help and some company.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x The Vision

Word count: 1,6k

Content: fluffness, Wanda and Vision bonding over TV shows back on the Avenger's Compound.

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A word from the author: hello! I really hope you enjoy my fanfiction. This one was also written in Brazillian Portuguese, but I have the best beta-reader, translator and brother in the world, @areiko!! Thank you so much for the amazing work <3 I'll be back soon with more fics!

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Wanda Maximoff slowly went down the Avenger's Compound main hallway, the feeling of a job done mixed with tiredness after a good training session with Natasha filling her lungs. A small towel, which she used to swipe out some sweat drops at the top of her brow, hung from her right shoulder, as she contemplated the autumnal day through a big window in the transition from one area to another. The last brown tree leaves clung to the edge of the branches until their slow descent to the ground. It was Wanda's favorite part of the year; the last breath before the snowfall sure to cover the whole scene for months to come.

That night, a TV channel would broadcast a marathon of "Bewitched", the typically American series that Wanda loved to watch when she was younger. During Christmas time, when Tony Stark was bound to organize a Secret Santa, she would certainly add a vintage TV series' box to the list of gift suggestions. Secretly, she would hope for the box containing the adventures of Samantha and her perfectly human husband, James, along with the fun remarks of her mother, and higher witch, Serena. But that was something to think about in the long run. At that moment, she only needed a bath and a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows to enjoy the little marathon until bedtime.

The bath was a long one, but earned, relaxing Wanda throughout her whole body, as the warm drops of water untied the knots in her muscle structure one by one, reassembling a massage. Now wearing casual clothes, the wet hair making contact with the fabric, she walked towards the kitchen. The clock indicated 8:15pm, enough time for Wanda to mix the milk, the sugar and the chocolate on the blender, before pouring the mixture into a large pan and stirring it slowly with a wooden spoon, at last adding cinnamon, strengthening the aroma profile. The delicious smell phased the walls of the kitchen and reached the noses of all present in the Base, those relaxing in their own rooms and those studying in the lab.

The Vision wasn't used to participating in the training alongside his colleagues, using the time he had to test the extent of his own powers on the Base's Laboratory. However, he was instantly attracted to the floor above by that delicious chocolate aroma, something he wasn't accustomed to eat nor drink, but admired either way.

Upon reaching the kitchen though, the one responsible for the drink was already in another room, leaving behind only the dirty dishes which Vision decided to wash at once. When he was done with it, putting the pan, the blender cup and the wooden spoon in the drainer, he heard a sigh of frustration coming from one of the rooms.

Without thinking twice, he floated through the hallway towards the half-open door to Wanda's room and, with the help of his hypersensitive ears, heard her saying something in another language, so quietly that he figured it was only for her own ears. Nonetheless, he could never let the newest addition to the team unaided. Lowering his own density to become thinner than the atmosphere, he phased through the door and said:

– I believe this is Sokovian for "damn it"?

Wanda was facing the television before suddenly turning in a shock.

– You scared me, Vizh! – She rested one hand on her chest, the other holding the mug. – You came in like a… like a-

– Ghost? – Vision laughed, a little bit embarrassed, as he was still getting used to the human trait of showing his teeth while happy. – I hear this many times from our colleagues. Beg your pardon.

– No no, it's fine. – She hid a smile behind the tip of the mug. – Maybe you can help me? – She signed again, bothered. – My TV won't turn on at all.

– Of course. Allow me to take a look.

Wanda stepped aside, indicating the device with a little nod and seeking the comfort of her bed to watch him work. He talked quietly with himself, and the lady didn't hesitate to ask:

– Do you talk to electronics too?

A sincere laughter escaped his lips, and Wanda realized that it was their first exchange accompanied by laughter. She took a long sip of the chocolate, with a smile still painted on her mouth, when she heard the answer:

– No, I don't talk to electronics, despite our similarities in composition. However, there are rumors that vending machines have a hidden switch that unlocks their suppressed emotions.

Vision suddenly paused his fixing efforts.

– ...Is that true? – Wanda asked, bewildered.

– No, Wanda, that was a joke… or apparently a not very good attempt at one. I'm sorry.

Now, it was Wanda's turn to laugh out loud. Her cheekbones gained a reddish color, and she laughed so much her lungs claimed for air, almost dropping some of the drink in her clean clothes. Vision turned to face her, admiring the joy in her expression, after a failed try to fix the TV.

– Vizh, your attempt at telling a joke was the best. Thank you.

She continued to savor the drink, the hot chocolate going down her throat, bringing a relief feeling against the cold night outdoors. The marshmallows, now totally incorporated into the drink, brought a special touch to an already well made drink. Wanda had learned that recipe on the internet some time before and, since the coming of autumn, made it quite frequently. Secretly, with each sip, she recalled Pietro, and how much she wanted his company back, to enjoy together the contents of the jumbo mug, along with other recipes he liked to prepare.

Laying back into the pillows, her eyes closed slowly, the slumber almost taking control over her whole body, and the imminent marathon being the only thing capable of keeping her awake. Vision, noticing the prolonged quietness, asked:

– Is there something you're expecting to watch, Wanda?

– A channel will present some episodes of Bewitched. – She rested the mug on the bedside table, turning on the lampshade and coming closer to the bed's edge. – Ever heard of it?

– My knowledge about American entertainment is rather limited, but I would love to learn more about… oh!

As in a magic trick, a sound signal indicated that the TV was finally fixed. Wanda picked up the remote, smiling, jumping out of the bed and picking up the mug again with the opposite hand, returning to her place at the bed afterwards. Vision stood up, observing from afar her excitement as she turned on the TV and searched for the correct channel. A cartoon opening with a catchy song filled the room with joy.

Seeing that his fixing work was successful, Vision smiled for himself and started to move away, being stopped by Wanda's voice echoing inside his ears.

– Where do you think you're going?

– The television is back to working conditions, so…

She made a gesture with her hand, accompanied by little slaps at the mattress with the other one, clearly alluding to the idea of joining her. After a little battle with his own hesitation, he quickly accepted the request. The night had already come, there was no need to spend it on the lab.

Her bed was soft. Vision was not used to actually sleeping, only putting himself in some kind of rest mode, weighing less than a feather in his furnitureless room. Now in the normal density of a common man, he could really feel the pleasantness of that mattress. The lighting was mild, with the light coming from the television taking care of most of the illumination in the room. Sometimes, he noticed, their knees would touch, but it wasn't enough to bother Wanda, completely immersed in the show. Similarly, it didn't bother him as well, bringing him more of that human contact he lacked so much.

It was a good feeling, one he could see himself easily getting used to.

In some scenes, Wanda would laugh. In others, she would laugh even more. In all of them, Vision was there observing each one of her reactions. Either the most subtle ones, such as the twisted lips right before a smile, or the frowning and turning of the nose during the loving scenes between the main couple. As the episodes progressed, however, the reactions started to fade away, and her eyes became heavy as she became less responsive to the events of the episodes. Trying to keep her awake for a little longer, the synthezoid asked:

– So it's the story of a witch that wants to hide among humans?

– That's right. – She yawned.

– And why would she want this?

– Because she loves a human.

– A witch this powerful, in love with a powerless mortal and wanting to hide?

Wanda yawned one more time, and said in a dragging voice:

– If it was about you and me, Vizh, it would be way more troublesome.

He thought about making another remark, but then realized Wanda had already fallen asleep against his shoulder. He shook the girl gently, but she remained as she was, seemingly comfortable with her cheeks glued into his clothes, the half-open mouth, the heavy breathing and the empty mug between her crossed legs.

Vision wanted to move, maybe wash the mug, but even in that uncomfortable-ish position, he remained still as a rock, observing the TV from across the room. Casually smirking at it, while keeping it quiet in order not to disrupt her sleep. Eventually, he made the move to hug her along the thin waist, gently bringing her closer to make her more comfortable, as he watched the rest of the episodes.

It was that much of a stretch to think that Wanda, even if just for a moment, considered such a life by his side? Probably yes.

Or maybe, not that much.

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apricity pt. three

apricity - the warmth of the sun in winter

warnings: angst, vomit mention, violence

pairing: bucky barnes x female oc

word count: 4,200

A/N: this is a bit of a filler chapter yet still very important! I did have to use google translate for the Russian, so if it is incorrect, please let me know and I'm very sorry if it is! Thank you 💕

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“Я готов отвечить.” ( Ready to comply.)

The December air was cold as it blew through Florence’s hair, her arms circling Bucky’s waist as they rode down the dark road on Bucky’s motorcycle. The soldier steered with one arm, free hand coming down to rub circles on the redhead’s calf as they pulled behind a cluster of trees, hiding them from onlookers as they waited. The pair of assassins were unthawed and reset only hours ago, immediately given their latest mission.

A car came into view, red tail lights illuminating the air around them. Bucky flipped the bike’s headlight on and pulled onto the road again. The soldier revved the bike, catching up to the side of the vehicle as Florence sunk her butterfly knife into the tire, causing the car to swerve off the road and crash into a building.

Bucky parked the bike ahead of the crash, Florence stepping off the bike, Bucky behind her, and approaching the car. She flipped open the trunk to reveal a large silver briefcase, opening it to see five bags of blue liquid; exactly what they were looking for.

This was the last mission the Winter Soldier and the Winter Widow would ever go on.

Florence bolted up in the cheap hotel bed, Bucky’s screams reverbing in her brain. HYDRA always made her watch when Bucky was reprogrammed, a way to keep Florence in line and remind her who she was; just a puppet.

The last mission was always a common nightmare in the rotation of dreams Florence had, continuously taunting her. She disappeared only two weeks after it, abandoning everything she had grown accustomed to and the only person she had ever loved.

Florence couldn't go back to sleep, instead deciding on making herself coffee, the microwave clock mocking her, 4:34 a.m. She sipped her coffee slowly at the small kitchenette table, patiently waiting to start her day as she watched the clock tick away until it became 6:30 a.m., a reasonable enough hour to be awake for Steve to not worry.

~

The team was in Lagos, following a lead on Brock Rumlow, who had been causing quite the headache in the past few months, this time his target was deadly weapons from the Institute For Infectious Diseases.

Florence and Natasha sat across from each other listening to Steve and Wanda Maximoff converse about their surroundings through their earpieces, doing their best to remain anonymous and still get the intel under the hot noon sun.

“You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?” Steve asked Wanda as she fiddled with the sugar packet in her hand.

“Yeah, the red one? It’s cute.”

“It’s also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns...which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us.” Florence smirked at Natasha’s response as she took a sip of her coffee, savoring the caffeine.

Wanda chirped back through her radio, ‘You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?”

Florence glanced at Wanda across the cafe, “Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature.”

Sam’s voice floated through their earpieces from the rooftop above, “Anybody ever told you two you’re a little paranoid?”

The two redheads shared a knowing look with small smirks adorning their faces, “Not to either of our faces. Why? Did you hear something?” Florence’s tone was light, but both she and Natasha knew the darkness behind it; the Red Room made them that way.

Steve, ever the serious man, refocused the small group, “Eyes on target, folks. This is the best lead we’ve had on Rumlow in six months. I don’t want to lose him.”

Sam scoffed in the mic, “If he sees us coming, that won’t be a problem. He kind of hates us.”

There was a pause in time before Steve spoke, “Sam, see that garbage truck? Tag it.” Sam deployed Redwing, giving Sam and the team the information they needed, “That truck’s loaded for max weight. And the driver’s armed.”

Natasha glanced at Florence, the pair not too thrilled to be dealing with this particular situation, “It’s a battering ram.”

“Go now.”

Wanda questioned Steve into her mic, the tension had just risen significantly.

“He’s not hitting the police.”

The team scattered, Steve, Wanda, and Sam going after Rumlow while Florence and Natasha were both on motorcycles racing down the street.

“Rumlow has a biological weapon.”

Natasha revved her bike, “I’m on it.” The redhead purposely crashed her bike, flinging it into an armed guard. Florence ditched her bike, joining Natasha in the fight.

A guard swung at Florence, missing his target as she ducked and swept his feet from underneath the attacker. Natasha took down two more guards while Florence took down three more, tossing the last guard on the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Florence and Natasha were attacked by Rumlow, neither of the two women able to effectively take him down. The two were shoved into a tank, Rumlow dropping a bomb in before latching the door closed. They surveyed their surroundings quickly; two guards with guns aiming at them. Florence kicked one unconscious while Natasha grabbed the other guard and used him as a human shield when the grenade exploded, grabbing Florence on the way down.

Black smoke filled the air, the smell of fire making it hard to breathe, sending the pair of assassins into a coughing fit on the ground. Looking up, they could see Steve being blown back into the building by an explosion, their ears ringing from the volume. Steve sent Sam after Rumlow, who was in an AFV heading north.

Natasha relocated the ditched bike and got on, pulling Florence behind her. The younger assassin revved the bike as they entered the street, Florence holding onto her.

Sam called out the offenders, clocking four of them splitting up.

Natasha stopped the bike and looked at Florence before splitting up, “I got the two on the left, you take the right.”

Florence sprinted down the busy street, dodging and weaving the crowd. Her targets came into view ahead of her, the girl sent a throwing star their way, effectively knocking him to the ground with no way to run. The girl grabbed the man, searching the bag furiously, trying to locate the weapon, “It’s not here!” Sam replied back, not having the weapon either.

Natasha called over the mic, “I have it.” Florence sighed in relief, moving to meet back up with the team.

She came upon Steve, who had Rumlow on the ground in front of him. She approached the scene cautiously, listening to the exchange.

“You know, he knew you and that redhead, Florence. Your pal, your buddy, your Bucky.” Rumlow whispered tauntingly at Steve.

Florence approached from behind, grabbing Rumlow’s hair and yanking him back, putting a knife to his throat, “What did you say?” The flip switched in Florence’s brain at the mention of Bucky, nothing else mattering anymore. She didn’t care that people were probably filming her with a knife to someone’s throat, and Steve made no move to stop her.

The disfigured man laughed as the knife dug deeper against his neck, staring up at Florence, “He remembered you. I was there. He got all weepy about it. Always screaming about you.” He then looked at Steve, “Till they put his brain back in a blender. He wanted you to know something. He said to me, ‘Please tell Rogers. When you gotta go, you gotta go.’ And you’re coming with me.” Rumlow’s thumb pressed a detonation device, Florence and Steve noticing it at the same time.

Wanda was behind them, containing the explosion of fire with her powers, keeping Steve and Florence from becoming red mist. The newest member sent Rumlow up and into the building in front of them. The building went up in flames, the leftover gasses from Rumlow’s bombs reacting to the fire and exploding. The bystanders screamed and ran as Wanda looked on in horror at what she had just done, hand clamping over her face.

Florence gently guided the girl away from the scene, “Hey, come one. We have to go, this isn’t on you, okay?”

Behind them, Steve called for Sam to request Fire & Rescue before he took off to go save people from the building, leaving Florence to console the distraught brunette.

A month later, the team was back at the Avengers Compound, Florence sitting with Steve as they watched the news.

“Eleven Wakandans were among those killed during a confrontation between the Avengers and a group of mercenaries in Lagos, Nigeria last month. The traditionally reclusive Wakandans were on an outreach mission in Lagos, when the attack occurred.”

The TV switched to show King T’Chacka of Wakanda’s speech:

“Our people’s blood is spilled on foreign soil, not only because of the actions of criminals, ut by the indifference of those pledged to stop them. Victory at the expense of the innocent is no victory at all.”

Steve turned the TV off, the only other sound in the compound coming from Wanda’s TV in her room. Florence got up to go speak to the girl before Steve stopped her, “I’ll go.” Steve and Wanda were taking the Lagos incident the hardest, both blaming themselves. The mention of Bucky had made both Florence and Steve freeze until it was too late, leaving Wanda to deal with the bomb that now plagues her consciousness. Florence watched as Steve walked off until he wasn’t visible anymore for her to turn on her heel to head to the kitchen.

The redhead was in dire need of coffee, the cup she had that morning had worn off. The nightmares amplified after Rumlow’s supposed confession about Bucky, the girl had hardly slept more than two hours a night. When she did sleep it was restless, nightmares of Bucky haunting every corner of her mind. She managed to make it through half her mug before she was called downstairs for a meeting with Tony and the Secretary of State.

Secretary Ross sighed heavily as he stood at the head of the table of Avengers as he mimicked his golf swing, “Five years ago, I had a heart attack and dropped right in the middle of my backswing. Turned out it was the best round of my life because after 13 hours of surgery and a triple bypass, I found something 40 years in the Army had never taught me. Perspective. The world owes the Avengers an unpayable debt. You have fought for us, protected us, risked your lives, but while a great many people see you as heroes, there are some who would prefer the word ‘vigilantes’.”

Next to Florence, Natasha spoke with a smirk adorning her face, “What word would you use, Mr. Secretary?”

Secretary Ross looked up from the table, “How about ‘dangerous’? What would you call a group of US-based, enhanced individuals who routinely ignore sovereign borders and inflict their will wherever they choose and who, frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind?”

Ross stepped aside from the table, allowing the full view to be on the screen in front of the table, showing various clips of incidents the Avengers were involved in. Everyone at the table grimaced at the screen, not proud of what it was showing. Ross flipped through events of New York, Washington D.C., Sokavia and Lagos before Steve had enough, noting Wanda’s demeanor change and telling Ross to turn it off.

“For the past four years, you’ve operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That’s an arrangement the governments of the world can no longer tolerate. But I think we have a solution.” Ross paused, placing a large file on the table in front of Wanda who passed it on to Rhodey, “The Sokovia Accords. Approved by 117 countries, it states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they’ll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel only when and if that panel deems it necessary.”

Steve spoke from the end of the table, “The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place. I feel we’ve done that.”

Ross looked down at Steve, “Tell me, Captain, do you know where Thor and Banner are right now? If I misplaced a couple of 30 megaton nukes, you can bet there’d be consequences. Compromise. Reassurance. That’s how the world works. Believe me, this is the middle ground.”

Rhodey gestured to the accords “So, there are contingencies.”

Ross shrugged, “Three days from now, the UN meets in Vienna to ratify the Accords. Talk it over.”

Ross began to leave until Natasha stopped him, “And if we come to a decision you don’t like?”

“Then you retire.” Ross left after that, leaving the team to discuss.

The team was arguing amongst themselves as Florence stared at the ceiling with her feet on the table, listening to various points being made while Rhodey and Sam debated behind Steve while Tony rolled his eyes.

“Secretary Ross has a Congressional Medal of Honor, which is one more than you have.”

Sam crossed his arms over his chest, “So let’s say we agree to this thing. How long is it gonna be before they LoJack us like a bunch of common criminals?”

“117 countries want to sign this. 117, Sam, and you’re just like, ‘No, that’s cool. We got it.’”

Sam cut Rhodey off, “How long are you going to play both sides?”

Vision interrupted from his spot on the couch next to Wanda, “I have an equation.”

Sam moved to stand behind Florence, his voice dripping in sarcasm, “Oh, this will clear it up.”

Vision continued, “In the eight years since Mr. Stark announced himself as Iron Man, the number of known enhanced persons has grown exponentially. During the same period, the number of potentially world-ending events has risen at a commensurate rate.”

“Are you saying it’s our fault?” Steve spoke with the Accords in hand.

“I’m saying there may be a causality. Our very strength invited challenge. Challenge incites conflict. And conflict,” Vision paused, “breeds catastrophe. Oversight, oversight is not an idea that can be dismissed out of hand.”

Rhodey looked to Sam, “Boom.”

Natasha spoke from her spot at the table, “Tony, you are being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal.” Tony rolled his eyes exaggeratedly.

“It’s because he’s already made up his mind.”

Tony grumbled at Steve’s statement, “Boy, you know me so well.” Tony rose from the couch, cradling his head as he walked over to the kitchen, “Actually, I’m nursing an electromagnetic headache. That’s what’s going on, Cap. It’s just pain. It’s discomfort.” Tony grabbed a coffee mug, looking into the sink, “Who’s putting coffee grounds in the disposal?”

Natasha looked at Florence with a knowing look about her coffee-sleep- problem while Tony continued complaining behind them, “Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?”

Tony placed his phone in the fruit basket, a small hologram emitting from it of a young man, “Oh, that’s Charles Spencer, by the way. He’s a great kid. Computer engineering degree, 3.6 GPA, had a floor-level gig at Intel planned for the fall. But first, he wanted to put a few miles on his soul, before he parked it behind a desk, See the world. Maybe be of service. Charlie didn’t want to go to Vegas or Fort Lauderdale, which is what I would do. He didn’t go to Paris or Amsterdam, which sounds fun. He decided to spend his summer building sustainable housing for the poor. Guess where. Sokovia.” Tony paused, allowing the words to sink in painfully, “He wanted to make a difference, I suppose. We won’t know because we dropped a building on him while we were kicking ass. There’s no decision-making process here. We need to be put in check! Whatever form that takes, I’m game. If we can’t accept limitations, if we’re boundary-less, we’re no better than the bad guys.”

Steve began speaking, “Tony, someone dies on your watch, you don’t give up.”

“Who said we’re giving up?”

“We are if we’re not taking responsibility for our actions. This document just shifts the blame.”

Rhodey speaks up, pointing at Steve, “I’m sorry, Steve. This is dangerously arrogant. This is the United Nations we’re talking about. It’s not the World Security Council, it’s not S.H.I.E.L.D., it’s not HYDRA.”

Florence practically flinched at Rhodey’s mention of HYDRA as Steve cut him off, “No, but it’s run by people with agendas, and agendas change.”

Tony walked towards the group, “That’s good. That’s why I’m here. When I realized what my weapons were capable of in the wrong hands, I shut it down and stopped manufacturing.”

Steve interrupted, “Tony, you chose to do that. If we sign this, we surrender our right to choose. What if this panel sends us somewhere we don’t think we should go? What if there’s somewhere we need to go and they don’t let us? We may not be perfect, but the safest hands are still our own.” The team all shared looks, silently gauging their stances.

Tony looked down at Steve, “If we don’t do this now, it’s gonna be done to us later. That’s the fact. That won’t be pretty.”

Wanda, who had been silent the entire meeting, spoke from her seat next to Vision, “You’re saying they’ll come for me.”

Vision spoke beside her, “We would protect you.”

“Maybe Tony’s right,” All eyes darted to Natasha, “If we have one hand on the wheel, we can still steer. If we take it off-”

Sam cut her off, “Aren’t you the same woman who told the government to kiss her ass a few years ago?”

“I’m just reading the terrain. We have made some very public mistakes. We need to win their trust back.” Florence was slightly shocked at Natasha’s statement. She had assumed that she wouldn’t be signing, not wanting to walk back into a potential puppet situation.

Tony leaned against his chair, looking at Natasha baffled, “Focus up. I’m sorry. Did I just mishear you or did you agree with me?”

Natasha shook her head, “I want to take it back now.”

“No, no, no, you can’t retract it. Thank you. Unprecedented. Okay. Case closed. I win.”

Florence noticed Steve’s phone buzzing, watching his face fall as he read the notification, “I have to go.” The team watched as Steve bolted out of the room.

Days later, Florence was seated between Steve and Sam as they attended Peggy Carter’s funeral in London. The girl was never close to Peggy in the ’40s, she only spoke to her briefly, but Florence knew Steve would need support. The trio watched from the pew as Sharon Carter, Peggy’s niece and an ex S.H.I.E.L.D agent, spoke about her aunt. Sharon had grown to be a friend and an ally to the team, helping them out during the Battle of Triskelion.

The funeral ended quickly, Florence standing outside with Sam while Steve remained in the chapel. A familiar redhead passed by, Florence grabbing Natasha’s arm gently, “Nat? What are you doing here?”

“I came to see Steve, then I’m off to Vienna to sign the Accords.”

Florence furrowed her brows, “You’re signing it? Who else signed?”

Natasha shrugged, “Yeah, it’s what seems right. Tony, Rhodey and Vision have signed. Clint says he’s retired and Wanda is TBD. You?”

“I can’t.” Florence wanted to but was immensely torn. She didn’t see a way to function properly under the Accords, and her best bet was to not sign, much to Natasha’s dismay. Florence remained paranoid after the Red Room and HYDRA, even more so than the redhead in front of her. She wanted it to be easy, to sign the Accords without any second thoughts, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Natasha smiled softly at her friend, “I figured. But there’s room on the jet if you change your mind.”

“Thanks, Nat, but I’ll pass. Go see Steve.” The two girls hugged briefly, Natasha pulling away and entering the chapel.

Hours later, both Sam and Florence’s phone vibrated, alerting a notification, the pair taking out their devices and reading ‘UNITED NATIONS COMPLEX BOMBED’

The two looked up from their phones in fear, immediately on the hunt to find Steve.

They found him in the lobby of Sharon’s hotel, having walked her back after Natasha left hours ago. Sam stopped in front of him, “Steve, there’s something you need to see.”

The trio stood in front of the TV of their shared hotel room as the news anchor spoke, “A bomb hidden in news van ripped through the UN building in Vienna.”

Sharon paced behind them while she was on the phone.

“More than 70 people have been injured. At least 12 are dead, including Wakanda’s King T’Chaka. Officials have released a video of a suspect, who they have identified as James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier. The infamous HYDRA agent linked to numerous acts of terrorism and political assassinations.”

The screen played a clip of the alleged suspect, Bucky, and Florence felt like she was going to be sick. Her stomach dropped and she could feel Sam’s gaze on her. It couldn’t be him. It couldn’t be him. It couldn’t be him.

Sharon interrupted Steve and Florence’s internal spiral, “I have to go to work.”

Florence remained in front of the TV, trying to talk herself out of believing that Bucky would do this. He would have been acting alone. He wouldn’t have done this, this wasn’t the man she knew. She knew he was out of HYDRA’s clutches and was on his own, it couldn’t be him.

Steve grabbed her wrist gently, turning her away from the TV, “We have to go to Vienna, come on.”

Florence and Steve made it to Vienna along with Sam, both leaning against a tree with hats and sunglasses in an attempt to remain unknown. Steve pulled out his phone, dialing Natasha’s number. Florence ignored their conversation as she stared emotionless at the ground. The air was still heavy with smoke from the bombing as Steve spotted Natasha a few yards away, her ignorant to the fact that Steve and Florence were here.

After Steve hung up, Florence’s phone began to ring, Natasha’s contact lighting up the screen. She shared a look with Steve before answering, “Hey.”

Natasha wasted no time getting to the point, “Look, I know how much Barnes means to you, trust me I get it, but don’t do anything stupid. You need to stay home and regroup.”

Florence sighed into the phone, “Nat, you know I can’t do that.” Florence ended the call before Natasha could respond, quickly pocketing the phone in her black jacket and walking away.

Florence and Steve entered a restaurant, quickly spotting Sam at the bar.

Sam placed his food down, “She tell you to stay out of it?” Steve and Florence’s silence was answer enough for Sam, “Might have a point.”

Steve pursed his lips, “He’d do it for me.”

“1945, maybe.” Florence glared at Sam through her glasses as he continued speaking, “I just want to make sure we consider all our options. The people that shoot at you two usually end up shooting at me.”

Sam didn’t know him. Steve didn’t know the ‘new’ him. Out of the two, she had known Bucky the longest, loving him through the good and the bad. Even when he was the darkest parts of the Winter Soldier, Florence still held love for him in her heart because she knew what HYDRA made him into. And when Florence’s reflection was unfamiliar to herself, whether she was covered in someone else’s blood or she had been reprogrammed, Bucky kept her from falling apart in the Red Room. It couldn’t be him.

Sharon made her way up the bar, standing next to Steve as she updated the group, “Tips have been pouring in since that footage went public. Everybody thinks the Winter Soldier goes to their gym. Most of its noise.” Sharon slid a file over to Steve, “Except for this. My boss expects a briefing, pretty much now, so that’s all the head start you’re gonna get.”

Florence thanked Sharon as she left to leave, “You’re all gonna have to hurry. We have orders to shoot on sight.” Again, the feeling of bile worked its way up Florence’s throat, forcing herself to choke it down. Her hands shook at her sides as she took in Sharon’s words. She wouldn’t let that happen, even if it ended up killing her. She was going to save him.

Steve read over the file quickly, Sam and Florence looking at him expectantly, ”He’s in Romania.”

The location shouldn’t have shocked Florence as much as it did. A lot happened in Romania between herself and Bucky, she shouldn’t be surprised he went there. He probably didn’t even realize why he went to Bucharest, the action must have felt familiar. She should have began their search there two years ago, Florence was angry with herself for missing such an important place to them both. And God, did Romania have painful roots in the soldiers’ and widows’ lives.

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GOT7 “They realise they’re in love with you”

 GOT7 Masterlist                                                Group Masterlist 

Jaebum: 

“It got turned down again.”  Jaebum said, entering your place with no hi’s or hello’s. “That man is impossible to please.” He added, dropping his bag on the table and looking at you with his hands on his hips. You smiled at him sympathetically, it was ridiculous at this point the standards his boss was using against him. You could feel his frustration. 

“Come here.” You said with your arms extended and waiting for him to dive into you. Jaebum smiled before wrapping his arms around you and joing you on the couch. “It sucks that he turned it down again, but I just know you’re going to work even harder and make something absolutely amazing.” You pet his hair, comforting him in the best way you could. “You’re right.” He looked at you with smile as you continued to pat his head. Jabeum just watched you as you encouraged him, stroking his hair and face while mumbling sweet words.

He loved that no matter how down, or angry he was, one look at your face and he knew everything would be okay. 

Mark: 

Meeting his family was a task, it took to being in a certain level of a relationship to get that far with him. Well, you were there and it seemed he was more nervous than you were. But the nerves went away seeing how calm you were, talking to his mom and making his dad laugh. 

It was a rare thing to see his whole family on one page about a person, but they were. They were on one page about you. “Y/N’s really great.” His mom smiled, patting his back as he helped with dishes. You were enjoying coffee and a conversation with his dad and Mark could hear your laughter. “I know, I knew bringing Y/N here was the right decision.” He said and put the last plate away. With a sigh and a smile, he looked at him mom and she pat his back.

Hearing your laughter, seeing the way you and his family got along made him realise just how special you are. 

Jinyoung: 

“You have two really good options. I don’t know how I can help you pick.” You said, moving your hands over his shoulders and down his chest. Jinyoung sighed at the feeling, grabbing your hands and pulling you against his back tighter. “This drama is like something I’ve done before and love and this one is a whole new type of character.” He explained and gestured towards the 2 scripts in front of him. 

A few hours later you were sat in front of him, reading lines off of the script dramatically. “But.... I love you.” You read dramatically and he had to choke back a laugh. “Jinyoung! Don’t laugh! You asked for my help.” You laughed and he smiled. “Yeah I did, and I think I made my choice with the drama’s. I’m chosing the other one, if I have to act this scene with anyone else than you I won’t be able to stop laughing.” He chuckled, pulling the script out of your hands. “Well, nice to see I was helpfull.” You smiled, leaning forward to kiss him. 

Jinyoung loved that you could make him laugh in any situation, even with tough decisions. 

Jackson: 

You watched as seemingly random things were thrown into the blender with a disapproving stare. “I thought you don’t have schedule until later today?” You asked, knowing Jackson fixed this smoothie as a quick meal. “Yeah, that’s right. Why?” He asked, looking at you with big eyes. “That means, you have time for a real breakfast.” You said and moved to remove the food items from the blender. “But this is quick and easy.” He explained and you shook your head, cutting him off. 

“It might be quick and easy, but it’s important that you take the time that you can spare to properly take care of yourself. Sometimes that means eating breakfast and not drinking it. Now sit down, I’ll make breakfast.” You poked his chest and turned to pull out some pans. Jackson stood frozen, in surprise and not really knowing what to do because he knew you were right. 

He loved how you made sure he took care of himself, physically and mentally. That means a lot to him. 

Youngjae: 

Nice weather, not to hot, not to cold, but just right and absolutely perfect for taking a long walk with Coco. You ended up sitting in the park, the small dog in your lap with Youngjae’s arm around you. It was absolutely perfect, it was one of those small cherishable moments made even better with Youngjae’s laugh.

“I see an ice cream vendor... I’m gonna get us some.” You said, standing up and handing him Coco. With that you disappeared, only to reappear shortly after with 2 cones completely filled. “Eyyy, what flavor did you get?” Youngjae called as you approached. “The strawberry looked really nice and I-” You paused, watching the ice cream fall out of the cone. He started laughing as you handed him his ice cream and walked back to the vendor for a new one with a head hung in shame. 

He loved having calm days with you and he loved that you could smile so easily, your happy energy was just unmatched to him. 

Bambam: 

He wasn’t anticipating you being over at his place when he got home, he also wasn’t expecting the smell of a super familiar meal either. “Baby, what are you doing here?” He asked, seeing you in his kitchen. “Just felt like surprising you.” You said and stirred the pot filled with soup. 

“It smells like Tom Yam Kung in here.” Bambam remarked, moving to stand by as you stirred. “Wow, you’re right on the money.” You commented and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “You’ve been missing home lately so I called your mom and she walked me through making it. I hope it tastes right.” You remarked, lifting the spoon for him to try. He looked at you with wide eyes before going to taste it and he hummed. “I wasn’t expecting coming home to this, but I’m so glad.” 

It meant the absolute world to him that you took the time to do sweet things like this, to make him feel better. 

Yugyeom: 

Maybe it was the way you were goofily dancing, maybe it was the way his hoodie swallowed you up or maybe it was the way you were still up with him in the practice room at 3 a.m. He laughed as you watched yourself in the mirror, agressively swinging the sleeves of his hoodie around. 

Yugyeom walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around you to stop you movements and he put his chin on top of your head. “Aren’t you tired yet?” He laughed and you joined in. “I am so tired, you have no idea. But you’re still practicing so I’m keeping myself preoccupied so I don’t fall asleep.” You explained, being still for the first time in a few minutes and allowing a yawn to slip through. “I’m here to support your practice! I can’t do that while I’m asleep.” You added, looking at him through the mirror. 

Yugyeom loved that you were so supportive of his passion, that you were willing to sacrifice your sleep schedule for his even if he wished you didn’t. It meant a lot to him. 

A/N: My GOT7 mood was triggered by their comeback news and I haven’t been here in a long time. I love it here. 

#got7 #got7 reaction #got7 scenario #jaebum #jaebum reaction #jaebum scenario #mark tuan #mark tuan reaction #mark tuan scenario #jinyoung #jinyoung reaction #jinyoung scenario #jackson #jackson wang #jackson wang scenario #jackson wang reaction #youngjae #youngjae scenario #youngjae reaction #bambam #bambam reaction #bambam scenario #yugyeom #yugyeom scenario #yugyeom reaction

[ghost-of-you]

5sos Live Masterlist

I made another one of these in the beginning of lockdown but half that list doesn't work anymore so I'm remaking this

UPDATED NOVEMBER 2023

Professionally Recorded Full Set

How Did We End Up Here DVD: Songs from Self Titled (this is now a playlist for the dvd the other got taken down)

Here's just the show, but this gets taken down every month so like, maybe it won't work lol

New Broken Scene LiveStream: Songs From Self Tittled and Some from SGFG

Rock in Rio 2017 aka Best Concert Ever a different link: Songs From Self Tittled and SGFG (I uploaded this to Youtube, it will probably be copyright striked but I tried, I know it doesnt work on Brasil, the irony, but if anyone wants to download this hit me up)

The Feeling of Falling Upwards: songs from all eras, 5sos with an orchestra, the whole thing. (This is a link to drive but you don't need to download to watch, I'll update this if this somehow ends on YouTube) here's a link to a masterpost with all the songs individually posted here.

Professionally Recorded Reduced Set

Jingle Ball 2014

Itunes Festival 2014 (i'm not sure i should call this a reduced set cuz it has 14 songs, including hbg and voodoo doll, check this one out) here's a playlist that has a better quality.

Vevo Certified 2015 (playlist with the songs we got the professional recording) 

BBC Radio 1's Teen Awards 2015  (Michael falls of the stage in the beggining of this)

5 Seconds of Summer Live: Stripped & Intimate

Daytime iHeart Radio Festival 2018

iHeartRadio Fan Awards 2018

Jingle Ball 2018 (this one is actually fan-recorded but the quality is insane for a fan recorded thing and i can't find a professional version of it)

WangoTango 2018

5sos on the record

WangoTango 2019

Secret Acoustic LA Concert 2019

Jingle Ball 2019(this is now a playlist)

FireFight Australia 2020

Global Citizen performance

The 5 Seconds of Summer Show (just the songs)

WangoTango 2022

Daytime iHeartRadio 2022

The Today show 2022

Fan Recorded

Take Me Home Tour: They play SuperHero, Over and Over, Ashton is wearing glasses, WATCH THIS here a different one

Where We Are Tour Another

Vevo Certified Full Concert

SLFL Another Another Another Another Another Another: SGFG and Some Self Titled (some of these have different setlist but nothing huge) (some of these have weird video but good audio, some have a good in-between)

acoustic show in japan in 2016

2017 Tour Another: SGFG and Self Tittled

5sos3 

Meet You There Another Another Another this one is footage from the london show with the audio from the album we got: Same Setlist as the cd(some of these have weird video but good audio, some have an good inbetween)

wwj another another(self tittled, sgfg, youngblood, easier and teeth its mostly yb but its a good setlist)

Prysm Show 1 another angle cuz why not(a one hour version of the tmh set list, songs from all eras, amazing really)

Tmh tour Glasgow this has its own thing because ghost of you Acapella and don't stop (26 songs setlist, songs from all era, amazing… incredible)

Tmh tour Liverpool Tmh tour Paris Tmh tour PardovaTmh tour Atlanta Tmh tour Mexico City (this one is a drive link but hey its the live debut of me myself and i)

Tmh tour DC this has its own thing because this is the live debut of blender and it is a whooping 28 song setist

Pal North festival

Luke live at the Fonda night 2 (all songs from when facing the things we turn away from + a the cure cover)

The 5sos Show Tour Rio de Janeiro (this was a live that the account chose to archive but the reception at the venue is really good since the venue is actually owned by a cellphone company so the footage is actually quite decent)

The 5sos Show Tour Chicago

Bonus   

This is just  Heartbreak Girl but listen to it, it’s worth it

Everything I Didn't Say From the DVD

Heartache On The Big Screen from the DVD

general take my hand videos on this blog

#i changed the format so i can update this an even if you reblog you come back here and see the full list #this is in fact me indulging myself #theres a link for the prysm show so maybe check it out if you want oskaoskaoskaosk #5sos #mc #ch #lh #ai #stage 5sos #5sos live #save for bad days #ashton irwin #luke hemmings #calum hood #michael clifford