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glorystark · 19 days

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His Saviour | Part 1

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You disobey one of Steve's orders in a mission but you don't think about the consequences...

Warnings: (TRIGGER WARNING!) mentions of self harm and suicide, mentions of killing and torturing, pure Angst no happy ending, mentions of injures, dark!Steve Rogers, swearing, minor spoilers of Black Widow, Steve being an asshole in general

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Featuring: The original 6

Disclaimer: please don't read this if you're not comfortable with any of the topics below or/and if they trigger you. This is just a fiction and it's never ok to act like this. I'm not romanticizing any of these topics and this behaviour!

You are sitting in the Quinjet, observing everyone who is injured in different ways. Natasha has been stabbed in her right thigh, Clint’s left ankle has been twisted, and Bruce, although not injured, appears exhausted due to a significant code green call, during which Nat almost lost him trying to retrieve him. Thor has a few scratches on his face. Everyone’s faces show bruising in different areas, and their bodies are still aching. But you, you have been injured the most. Your right wrist is broken, and you have been shot in your left leg, though the bullet wasn’t deep and didn't cause major damage; otherwise, you probably would have passed out by now. You still have trouble breathing, and your voice is sore because one of the HYDRA agents almost choked you to death. Your face is bruised, you can only open your right eye halfway, and your lips are swollen. The numbness has made it so you can barely feel any pain. When everyone saw you upon returning to the jet, they were extremely worried. You didn’t possess inhuman powers and weren't a super soldier, but you used to be a well-trained assassin and spy in the Red Room, closely partnered with Natasha Romanoff before joining S.H.I.E.L.D. So, it was surprising for the team to see you so battered, though they understood the mission was challenging.

Everyone needed a break upon returning to the tower. Initially, everyone thought it was a straightforward mission: infiltrate a high-security HYDRA base, get two flash drives containing vital and dangerous information, and exit. What no one knew was that it was a trap, with far more agents present than expected. Eventually, you managed to escape, but only securing one of the flash drives.

As everyone settled back in the jet, Bruce finished removing the bullet from your leg and bandaging Nat’s thigh. Thor bragged to Tony about his usual lack of injuries on missions, joking that he could have taken down all the HYDRA agents that day if he hadn’t been 'unlucky', which elicited laughter from Tony. Clint checked on Nat while she recounted a memory from Budapest. Meanwhile, you contemplated going home for a long shower until you noticed Steve, whose eyes were fixed on you with intensity. Confused, you assumed he was lost in thought, but you were wrong.

“How could you be so reckless?!" Steve's voice boomed through the jet as he stood up from his seat, his gaze piercing into yours. Everyone stopped what they were doing, surprised by his uncharacteristically loud tone, given his usually calm demeanor, even when upset. You looked at him, uncertain of what to say. You understood why he was angry; you had disobeyed an order. However, if not for your 'disobedience,' you wouldn't have acquired half the information you have now. To you, this seemed like Steve Rogers throwing a typical Captain America tantrum.

“Well, are you going to answer, or are you too stupid to respond to a simple question?" he growled, advancing toward your seat.

“I wasn't being-" you began to mutter, only to be interrupted by Steve.

“Speak up," he demanded, his voice cutting you off. You met his gaze, puzzled by his demeanor.

“I wasn't being reckless; I was being thoughtful. The-" you tried to explain, but Steve interrupted again.

"Thoughtful?! You call that thoughtful?! Really, Y/n? It's clear you don't understand the difference between stupidity and thoughtfulness.” he retorted.

“Will you stop interrupting me?" you interjected, your voice growing louder as you rose from your seat. You locked eyes with Steve, standing almost chest to chest in front of each other.

“I wouldn't have interrupted you if I knew any useful words were going to come out of your mouth," he countered, finally yelling, causing everyone but you to flinch.

“You have no right to yell at me like this, Steve.” you asserted, standing up for yourself.

"I have EVERY right to yell at you, you-" he began, but you cut him off this time.

"Why are you making it seem like I committed a crime? Yes, I agree it was wrong for me to enter that room alone, but I retrieved the flash drive we needed, didn't I?" you challenged.

“That is not the point right now. The point is, I'm your captain, and I gave a strict, direct order not to enter that room, and you disobeyed me.” he stated firmly.

That was all true. When you disobeyed his order, you knew he would be angry, but not to this extent.

You sprinted down the hallway, incapacitating every HYDRA agent in your path. You tried not to use your gun too often, knowing there would likely be guards in the room.

"Steve, I found the room," you said through your earpiece. You subdued the agent guarding the room where the flash drives were, and as the door swung open, more than twenty HYDRA agents stood before you, blocking your view of the drives on the computer table.

“Y/n, what did you just say? Get out of there now! Do you even know how many agents are in there?" Steve's urgent voice echoed in your ear.

“I do now," you replied, still facing the agents, who were also eyeing you cautiously.

"Y/n, this is an order. Get. Out. Of. There. Now.” Steve commanded, his tone almost a shout.

“Sorry, Steve, but people's lives depend on this.” you declared, charging toward the agents, disregarding Steve's pleas for you to retreat.

“Steve, I really don't understand what the big deal is. I got one of the drives, and yes, I went alone, but at least I obtained something that will help us.” you reasoned, taking a seat.

“Alright, y/n, I'm definitely sure now that you are deaf. You entered a room with so many HYDRA agents-" he began, only to be cut off by you.

“They were like 10 and they were really weak-" you defended.

“They were 27 trained assassins!” he corrected, making you widen your eyes.

"And do I need to remind you that your leg has been shot, and you can barely keep your eyes open, not to mention the rest of your injuries." he added mockingly.

“Okay, Steve, I get it, and I'm sorry for being reckless. Can we let this go now?" you pleaded, sitting down.

“Let this go?!" he started laughing, though his laugh lacked any humor. Everyone looked at Steve, unable to believe his behavior. They never expected him to speak to you this way, especially in front of the whole team.

You and Steve had been friends since meeting during the Battle of New York. You had a lot in common and quickly connected. A few months later, at one of Tony's parties, he kissed you, and the following day, he asked you out. It had been six months since then, and Steve treated you like a princess. He called you his savior because you helped him adjust to life after being thawed from the ice. He adored you. You had a few minor disagreements, but they were hardly fights, more like disagreements. You could never stay mad at each other, and now you couldn't believe the man who was laughing at you and humiliating you was the same person.

"Steve, I think that's enough," Nat finally intervened, her voice calm yet firm.

"Is it really? I think baby y/n hasn't learned her lesson yet.” Steve retorted sarcastically.

“Fuck you, Steve. You can't speak to me like that. I'm not a kid. If it wasn't for me, we wouldn't even have that one drive, and god knows how many people could have died. But you can't even realize that because I disobeyed ‘Captain America's orders,' and no one is allowed to disobey America's 'hero.' The only kid between us is you!” you shot back, your voice rising, though not as loud as Steve's had been.

“I'm a kid, y/n? Really? And what are you, a hero? Do you expect me to thank you now? Do you expect all of us to be on our knees thanking you?!" Steve challenged.

“That is not what I said!" you finally snapped.

The tension in the room escalated, and the team grew more uncomfortable by the second.

Steve smirked at your angered state.

“What's the matter, y/n? You seem a little bit defensive. I thought you liked being a hero. You know, because of the guilt, since you started killing and torturing people at the age of 8.”he said, still wearing the hurtful smirk on his face.

The whole team gasped, especially Natasha, whose story paralleled yours. You looked at Steve, unable to believe what he had just said.

“You seem shocked, Agent y/l/n. Oh, and Natasha, don't take this the wrong way. We all make mistakes in our life, but at least after we realize our mistakes, we try to make them up as soon as we can and not run away like a coward.” Steve continued, ignoring your reaction. You and Natasha widened your eyes, understanding what Steve was referring to."Steve..." Nat began, but Steve cut her off.

“I'm not done yet. Some of y'all look confused, well, let me explain it for you," Steve said, addressing the rest of the team.

"Steve, don't." you murmured, your voice weak now. You weren't even sure if anyone heard you, and you were right. No one heard you, but Steve who chose to ignore you.

“Our dear y/n y/l/n was a well-trained assassin back in the years with Natasha Romanoff in a place called the Red Room, which I'm sure you've heard about. Before even Natasha was out of there, Agent y/l/n found a way to leave the Red Room, a way to save every girl, from children to adults, who were mind-controlled into killing, and even worse. But do you know what she did instead?" he turned around the room, looking at everyone as if it was a show. No one said anything; they just kept looking between you and Steve. It was getting harder for you to focus on your breathing.

“Well, in case you haven't guessed yet, she just left everyone who could've been saved, even her best friend who is sitting right here with us.” he said, pointing at Nat.

“And even though she could've killed Dreykov, who was the leader by the way, with her genius plan, she didn't because she was a coward.” he said, emphasizing the word coward.

You've never felt so small and betrayed. You couldn’t believe he was using your awful past against you. When you confided in him, he comforted you, assuring you it wasn't your fault. That you’ve been through a lot and you took the only chance you had to save yourself. And now… now he was a different person.

“Cap that’s enough, it’s not our business what she did in the past. We all did something in some point that we aren’t proud of. She made up for that mistake many times now, since the battle of New York until today’s mission. I’m sure she still feels guilty and you’re just making it worse.” Tony looked at your trembling sight, standing up from his seat and walked towards Steve. The rest of the team nodding along, glad that Tony stood up for you because they were frozen themselves.

“Oh yeah Tony, you’re right I’m sure she feels guilty, don’t you y/l/n?” He looked at you as if you were a kid

Everything about him was hurting you right now. His voice tone that humiliated you in every way, his eyes that sent daggers to your way, his body that was intimidatingly towering yours, his smile which always made you happy and now it was only mocking you. Your throat is dry, your eyes are wet and you feel like your heart is going to come out of your chest in any second. You were hurt and unwell, and everyone could see that, everyone but Steve.

“Agent y/I/n do you feel guilty about your past?" He repeated his sarcastic question.

"I wouldn't worry about that too much since you have a good way to cope with your guilt right?" He continued.

You looked up at him frighteningly, understanding where he was going.

“Steve don't you dare." you whispered, finally being able to say something.

Everyone was confused since they had no idea what you both were talking about.

“you seem scared agent." Steve smirked at you sending shivers down your spine. It hurts so much more that he wasn't even using your name anymore, he felt like a stranger to you.

“SHUT UP!" you had never yelled so loud in your life, the whole jet shook. Everyone flinched but Steve. It seemed like he was waiting for this.

“Come on y/n are you that afraid of everyone knowing how you used to deal with your problems, or do you still do it?"

Everyone was quite once again, something in them wanted to know what Steve was talking about but they also didn't because of the way you reacted.

You looked at him not saying anything but your eyes were begging him to stop. You've never been in such a vulnerable position, especially considering everything you’ve been through.

“oh don't tell me you're gonna cut your wrists open again because you feel guilty you didn't get the second driver."

Everyone froze and widened their eyes, silence filling the jet. No one knew that you used to harm yourself until you started dating Steve, he was the first person to ever know. You felt so comfortable around him that you didn't want to have any untold secrets.

You thought about what if you guys break up but you convinced yourself that even if you guys separate your ways from each other at some point, you're definitely going to stay friends and he's never going to tell your secret to anyone because you believed he was a good man. You trusted him more than yourself and now he proved you all wrong.

You didn't cut anymore, because you found a way to save people. If it wasn't for Nick Fury, making you join the team you'd be long gone by now. But you didn't have a reason anymore, you were happy you had a new family and a new job, everything was perfect for you. Now you felt alone all over again and you didn't even blame Steve, you blamed yourself. You failed.

You started trembling more and started to see black spots. The team walked towards you to see if you were okay. Thor pushed Steve away, "Stay away from her," he warned, before walking to you. You heard Tony and Natasha yelling at Steve, Clint trying to calm them down but looking angry himself, Bruce and Thor asking you if you were alright, but you couldn’t hear anything anymore. It was so loud, but you only heard annoying mumbles. You let out a sob before passing out in the strong arms of the god, the last thing you saw being Steve's worried eyes…

A/N: This was my first (published) fan fiction. I apologise for any writing and/or grammar mistakes considering that English isn’t my first language. Feel free to correct me! If you enjoyed this, please let me know and let me know if you want to be tagged in the upcoming posts! (This fic will make a twist;))

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trekkingaroundasgard · 3 months

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Midnight Meetings (Clint Barton x Reader)

Summary: In the middle of the night you wait to meet your contact for the upcoming mission. He's not quite what you expected.

Gender: Neutral

Rating: Gen/Teen

Tags: SHIELD!Reader, first meetings, spies, eventual colleagues to lovers

Words: 1.1k

Note: The first part in a mini series. It will be updated... at some point.

@thehawkeyesbingo prompt: "Quick catch that flamingo, it stole my wallet"

The seat in the booth behind you creaked. You glanced to your left, attempting to steal a look at the man – you assumed, from the light smell of aftershave. However, a server stood directly in front of the mirrored surface where you could have caught a glimpse. You expected her to move any moment but she didn’t; apparently, flirting with the line cook was much more important than serving truck drivers cold, drip coffee.

Slowly, you reached into your jacket, fingers curling around the handle of your pistol. The last thing you wanted was to whip out a gun in the middle of the shitty motorway diner but it was better to be safe than sorry. Should things turn sour, the nearest exit was less than five steps away and your secondary escape remained unblocked.

You stiffened as the man moved, lazily stretching his arm across the thin surface that separated your booths. He twisted his head, not quite enough to bring him into your peripheral but close enough to your ear to whisper, “Catch that flamingo.”

The grip on your gun loosened. “It stole my wallet,” you responded quietly. If the situation weren’t so dire, you’d be suppressing an eye-roll about now. Whoever came up with these ridiculous countersigns had issues.

Without another word, he dropped a folded note into your open bag which you then gathered casually along with your coat. Leaving a few notes on the table, you walked out to the car park without looking up from the ground. It was only as you sat in your car, fastening your seatbelt, that you finally caught a look at the man you were to partner with through the diner window.

It was difficult to make out details from this angle, not helped by the reflection of the neon sign on the glass, but you saw enough to know who you’d be looking for later. Short blond hair, broad frame. Otherwise unremarkable. Just what you’d expect from a spy.

You unfolded the paper he’d given and frowned.

A New York pizza menu?

You were used to cryptic clues from both your sources and your superiors but even by those standards this seemed left field. Were you supposed to call the proprietor and ask for mighty meat? Perhaps it was a front for the New York branch of SHIELD, a way for agents in the field to get the information they needed. But what good would that do you half way across the world?

You looked at the leaflet again, this time giving it more than a confused cursory glance, and there you saw it. Scribbled in the bottom corner, a telephone number with a distinctly local calling code. A quick search returned the name and address of a crappy hotel about half an hour away.

It was probably a bit paranoid to assume you were being followed but you checked for a tail nonetheless before heading towards the hotel. The guy on the desk was half asleep when you arrived, a victim of perpetually unlucky scheduling judging by the dark bags under his eyes. He didn’t bother to check your fake ID, instead simply handing over a preprepared room key and pointing vaguely up the stairs.

The overhead lights were too bright for this time of night so you only switched on the bedside lamp. Perched on the edge of the bed, in the relative darkness, you pulled the case folder from your duffle bag and skimmed through the files once more. Halfway down the page, you heard a gentle knock.

You peered through the viewer and saw a blond man. Or, rather, a very intense close up of his nose and an eye. “I caught the flamingo.”

Clearly more tired than you thought, your mind blanked entirely on the correct response. It didn’t matter, though, you rationed, since he had already come to your door. Flicking the lock, you opened the door wide enough for him to step through before locking it again. Gesturing towards the beds, you said, “How does that one go?”

“Huh?”

“The countersign. I caught the flamingo…”

“He’s a slippery bastard.” He flopped onto the bed and dragged a large palm down his face. With a sigh that seemed to come from deep inside his bones, he said, “I don’t know. It’s not a real sign. I’m too tired to think. Just needed you to open the door. What time is it?”

“About two thirty.”

“Right.” The man sat suddenly, like someone had yanked on a puppet string and pulled him upright. “Well. It’s nice to meet you and all but I’ve gotta make some calls and get everything ready for tomorrow. You’ve got the files?”

You nodded towards the brown folder that you’d been reading before he interrupted.

“Great. I’ll brief you in the morning.”

He looked up and suddenly seemed to see you for the first time. Not fast enough to hide the interest that flickered across his gaze, he instead leaned into it. You’d have shrunk under such over attention from any other agent, especially one you’d just met, but there was something about him, something magnetic. The bedside lamp cast a warm light over his face, highlighting both the sharp features and the softness in his smile.

Resting back on his hands, you couldn’t help but mirror his appreciation. The bedside lamp worked doubly hard to emphasise the thickness and strength of his muscles. The midnight chill had set in but he hardly seemed bothered; with no jacket to hide beneath, you were given a full view of the tight pull of his shirt across his chest and the prominent veins along his arms. You doubted if you’d be able to wrap your hand around the muscles, so large were they.

He unashamedly let his gaze drop to your lips, your neck, your chest, before dragging his attention slowly back up to your eyes. “I’m Clint, by the way.”

You gave your name in return and felt your stomach twist when he smiled back. Forcing some semblance of professionalism into the ever shrinking space between you, you stretched out a hand and tried not to shiver at the sparks which danced across your skin when he shook it.

Slowly pulling it back, pretending that his simple touch hadn’t set your nerves on fire, you said, “I look forward to working with you, Clint.”

“Get some rest,” he said softly, finally pushing up off the bed and heading towards the door. “I’m in one-oh-six if you need me.”

There was an invitation there, in the inflection, the up tick of his grin, you were certain. Not tonight, you cautioned yourself. Maybe after the mission was over. Yeah. If he still looked at you the same way after this was done, after he learned what you really were, then you’d accept the invitation. Not a moment sooner, though.

#clint barton x reader #hawkeye x reader #nicola writes #marvel fanfic

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ineedrickgrimes · 12 days

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Chapter 2: Greenie

(Y/N’S Perspective)

I was sitting around in the med-jack hut doing nothing. It was greenie day, and I was waiting for here those blaring sirens, so we all know the new greenie was on his way. Plus, a bunch supplies that the Gladers needed. I loved greenie days mostly for the fact that she knew there would be more supplies waiting in the box for her. I’d had given up ages ago on hoping for a girl to come up, even though a little part of me was always hoping a girl, it never was, and I had to accept that (whether or not it frustrated me.)

Then as if on cue those sirens started. I jumped right out of her seat and followed Jeff and Clint to the box. Once I made it over, I found herself next to Newt and gave him a smile. We’ve been close ever since his accident in the maze. He knows she doesn’t care about the greenie and just wants to see what supplies have been brought up.

The buzzer blares and Gally opens the box. Everyone looks inside to see the greenie. If I’m being honest, I’ve always felt quite bad for the greenies that come up. All your memories gone, you don’t know where the hell we are, and I don’t blame them for having questions but sometimes it just gets a bit too much. Luckily, it’s not my job to show the greenie around and hear all the questions. Unlucky for Alby, because that’s his job as first-in-command I do like to say hello to them at the bonfire though.

Gally jumps in the box. “Day one, Greenie. Rise and shine,” I like to think of it has a pretty iconic line. Every single greenie hears it. Gally gets the greenie out of the box and shoves him on the floor pretty harshly. Everyone gathers around him to get a good look. “Kid looks like a slopper to me,” someone yells out. “I could use some help in the kitchen,” says frypan. Pretty understandable considering he’s the only cook. Everyone else was just laughing at him. Poor shank.

Assuming that he was scared like most greenies when they first enter the glade, he got up and made a run for it. I have to go it to him, he’s quite fast. Runner material if I do say so myself. That was until he tripped and fell right on his back. That’s also when the laughs started. I did let out a little giggle myself.

The greenie got up and looked around. The first time a greenie gets a good look at the glade is memorable one. A look at the place that me and the other Gladers have been for a long time, a place that they will be for a long time. It has to be quite scary seeing the big walls surrounding them, keeping them from the outside world. But there’s not much we can do about that is there.

To keep him from running again the boys throw him in the pit, for good measure. And then everyone got back to work. I helped getting the supplies out seeing if there was anything good, which as usual there was. Just a bit of medication that we were running out of and some gauze. I grabbed everything that was for the med-jack hut and went back with it.

Once I finished putting all the new supplies away, I stood out at the door of the watching Alby show the greenbean the glade. I know doubt that he has loads of questions, unlucky Alby. While watching them I see Newt walking up to the two boys with his little limp. A smile forms on my face when I see him. Every time I’m around Newt he never fails to put a smile on my face, which isn’t too surprising because he is my best friend. One of the only boys who keeps me sane.

I watch the boys conversate and before I knew it newt had left the two boys, probably going to find Chuck I assume. I stay in the doorway of the med-jack hut, people watching. There isn’t always a lot to do so it’s a good past time until I can make myself useful. Alby takes the greenie up on the lookout, Newt goes and finds Chuck, The Gladers do their respective jobs. All is well.

I continue watching everyone. My eyes lingering on Newt for a bit longer than I would like to admit. I see the greenbean walk away from Chuck and towards the entry to the maze. Chuck catches up to him and try’s his best to persuade the greenie not to go out there. Seriously he’s a tough one. One out of the three rules is to not leave, and what does he want to do as soon as he leaves Alby’s eyesight. They can tough sometimes that’s for sure.

Then Minho and Ben emerge from the maze, taking a look at the Greenie running straight past him. And there the Greenie goes again, trying to ‘have a look at the maze.’ And now obviously he’s getting a bit too close, and some Gladers are noticing this. One of them being Gally. Gally being the hot-head he is goes straight up to the greenie and shoves him straight to the ground. The Greenie gets a bit agitated and grabs some Gladers attention, me included. I get up and start jogging to where the boys are.

“What the hell is wrong with you guys,” the greenie spits out. “Just calm down alright,” says Newt. “No why won’t you tell me what’s outs there,” says the greenie again. “We’re just trying to protect you man,” Alby states. “For your own good,” says newt.

“you guys can’t just keep me here!” Obvious distress.

“I can’t let you leave,” says Alby.

“Why not?” the greenie says and is if on cue we hear the walls. The rumbles signalling that they are about to close. We all focus our attention on the wall while it shuts close. Hopefully scaring the greenie enough.

“Next time, I’m going to let you leave,” says Gally, trying to prove a point. As always.

The Greenie starts at the walls in shock as if he just saw his whole family die right in front of him. I start to walk off as all the commotion has ended until I hear my name being called from behind me. And I can immediately tell from his accent that its newt. “Y/N!” Newt calls.

I turn around and looks at him. “What’s up,” I call out while he walks over.

“Are going to say hi to greenie yet or what?”

“y’know I only do that at the bonfire, that’s when they have the most questions.”

“of course, I guess we’ll talk then.”

“Yeah, see you later,” I call out while walking off. Newt shouts a little see ya while he walk in the other direction. On greenie days I never really have enough time to talk to Newt until the bonfire at night. Which is 100% the worst part of greenie days. Not being able to talk to my best friend for the whole day. It could be worse though.

Tags: @honethatty12

Sorry the chapter took so long to get out. This chapter is a bit shorter than the first one. Also, this was written at 3:00 AM and I just used the editor thing on word to edit because I cant be bothered so im sorry if someone this does not make sense.

#newt #maze runner #newt maze runner #newt x reader #scorch trials #death cure #tbs #thomas brodie sangster

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symphonyofsilence · 10 months

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Arguing over who would win in the hunger games was fun & infuriating and all, but you know that only one boy would have been drafted from each district. So now let's ask a more fundamental question: which of the Yunmeng bros would succeed in knocking the other out for enough time to volunteer instead of the other? You know there'd be a "Clint & Nat at the Soul Stone's cleft" level drama happening since the whole plot of the story happened because those two were like this meme:

(Probably both of them would have to be either dragged out or knocked out in the end and another boy would've got selected and that boy would have been Jiggy because he was also from Yunmeng and he was unlucky like that to get selected with two people before him fighting each other to death over getting drafted voluntarily. And he would have either won the games/won the games with LXC Katniss and Peeta style OR if the gamemaker wasn't as kind as Seneca Crane, Jiggy would give normal berries to both of them but switch his own with Nightlock at the last second. If NHS was in the games Jiggy might have thought that he has to take care of this lil lost kitten only to get metaphorically stabbed by him in the end (because he wouldn't do the killing himself) but NHS would only get drafted if NMJ was an adult and couldn't go himself)

needless to say that if neither of them got selected but JYL did then both of them would try to volunteer so as to be able to help JYL in the ground, and the same thing would have happened but this time, even if they had to rebel there and then, no way they would let another boy go instead of them.

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randomshyperson · 1 year

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Yellow Curtains - Chapter Two - Wanda Maximoff Series

Summary: Wanda Maximoff's senior year at Novi Grad School is duly planned for her. She has good friends, good grades, and a good system to hide who she really is. Or, the one based on Evak from the Norway Skam series, where Wanda is queer and tries to survive the last year without anyone knowing about it.

Warnings: (+18), general warnings about language and violence, legal drug use, mentions of underage drinking, high school, internalized homophobia and discovery of sexuality, explicit mentions of mental disorders (bipolarity and depression), dysfunctional family, making out, and eventual smut.

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Chapter Two - The Cabin

Ponedeljek 7:30 (Monday 7:30 am)

"Who can dissertate on the Sokovian Revolution of '74?"

The history teacher's question echoed in the classroom, but all he got in response were crestfallen students and soft giggles. T'Challa sighed, a small smile on his lips. "Come on guys, pay attention." He asked, nodding to the digital board where some information from the day's subject matter read. "We discussed last class how the labor revolution allowed Sokovia to become a first-world country in less than fifty years and about how that..."

Wanda's attention fell on the outside, birds flying in the sky above the main courtyard. She watched a few students walk by, and monitors asking what they were doing outside the room, before trying to force her attention back to the matter.

The minutes dragged on as Professor T'Challa explained about Sokovian independence. Wanda didn't usually have trouble with humanities subjects, but lately, she had been so distracted.

Suddenly, the professor's talk was interrupted by the arrival of Vice Principal Harkness at the door. And she was not alone.

"Hi, T'Challa, good morning. We have a new student; She is late but is my fault, we had a problem with the paperwork. Is it okay if she watches the class?" Asked the woman - practically pushing the new student inside.

The teacher agreed, of course, smiling gently, and the whole room looked at the student.

Wanda held her breath, those eyes were so familiar...

"Shit, it's her!" Natasha whispered beside her with some indignation, and Wanda blinked away the new student to her best friend.

"Sorry, what?" the girl asks confused. Natasha nods to the new student's chair.

"It's the girl Carol brought to Tony's party." Nat explains in a low tone so the teacher won't hear. "Shit, I can't believe she's going to study right in our class. I am so unlucky."

T'Challa called for silence from the excited students, and Wanda tried to pay attention to the subject, not understanding why it bothered her that a stranger might be taken.

She was curious about the new student, but everyone else was. And when the class was over, and the table was filled with several other students greeting them and asking where they were from, Wanda gave up trying to find out too.

Natasha seemed willing to run away and practically dragged Wanda out into the courtyard.

They sat down at one of the outside tables, and it wasn't long before Pietro and Clint joined them.

"Maximoff, you have something of mine." Barton declared as soon as he sat down, and Wanda sighed in defeat.

"I don't." She retorted. "I probably lost it at the party."

"What? Damn it, Wanda, it was three hundred euros!"

"I know, sorry." She asks immediately. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

Clint raises an eyebrow. "Well..."

"Dude!" Pietro interrupts with an angry grimace, giving his friend a hard shove. "It's my sister!" He recalls, but Clint laughs, raising his hands as a sign of peace.

"I'm joking, relax!" He assures between laughs. He then slips an arm around Wanda's shoulders, hugging her for a moment. "You don't worry either. It was because of the police at Tony's apartment, right? You were quick to think of getting out of there, he would have gotten in trouble."

Wanda forces a smile. "Yeah, but now I owe you 300 euros."

Clint shrugs. "Pay me back when you can." He says pushing her shoulder against his lightly. "You can do my homework too."

Wanda rolls her eyes, laughing weakly. "I'll think about it."

They fall into casual conversation after that. Clint comments about the party, and the boys on the team, and Pietro talk about his date with Crystal going well. Natasha is distracted, her gaze keeps going to the other side of the yard, and Wanda sighs slightly when she realizes who her friend is staring at.

"Have you talked to Carol yet?" The younger Maximoff asks, receiving a deep sigh in return.

"Not really, but I don't need to right?" Nat retorts looking at Wanda. " She clearly moved on."

Wanda frowns slightly, looking at the small group. The new student seems close to Carol, and they're all laughing, but she's not as sure about it as Natasha is.

"I don't know, Nat, maybe they're just friends." She tries, and Natasha gives a sad laugh.

"Whatever, Wands. It's not like we have anything official."

"I think you should talk to her." Wanda insists, and Pietro and Clint join the conversation as well.

"Me too." Barton says. "Make things clear."

"I don't think so." Pietro comments shrugging. "Avoid her, make her anxious. She'll get the message."

Wanda rolls her eyes. "Don't listen to him."

Nat laughs lightly, and when he sees Tony's group entering the courtyard he lets out an exclamation. "Shit, speaking of crushes, I'll be right back." And walks off towards Tony Stark the next moment.

Wanda feels her blood run cold. From her friend's excitement and the giggles of the boys and glances Tony steals in her direction, she knows exactly what they are talking about.

Natasha runs back to them with a proud smile on her lips.

"Great news, Maximoff." She declares. "Tony told me he's taking his brother for the cabin on the holiday, so we'll all be together and you'll get a chance to get to know him better."

The boys make teasing sounds, and Wanda can only force a laugh.

When the bell rings, announcing the next class, and her gaze meets the new student's on the other side, she wants to believe she is imagining the way her heart speeds up.

The Independence holiday means four days off, and since eighth grade, Wanda's friends organize some trips, mainly to Stark’s winter cabin, even though it's not really cold.

The weeks go by quickly - which is great. Wanda's attention span at school doesn't improve, and she grows irritated at her brain's insistence on stealing glances at the new student, with whom she shares a single history class a week.

She learns a few things about the new student. Their first name, the taste for rock bands that she notices due to the black T-shirts, the skateboarding skills from the item they use to leave school. She learns that they are from New York and that they are not Carol's partner.

It is Natasha who is investigating, of course. And Wanda was in the middle of reading an article when her best friend addresses the whole thing.

"You won't believe it, Maximoff! I'm so stupid!"

Wanda frowns. "What? What are you-"

"Y/N is not Carol's girlfriend! They are sisters!" She declares, holding out her cell phone at the brunette's eye level. "She just posted this."

It is open on Instagram, a photo of Carol with the new student riding her skateboard in the city park. In the caption 'I missed you, little sister! Glad you're here now!" Wanda feels a wave of relief fill her body and doesn't know why.

Natasha exclaims excitedly, "You know what that means, right?"

"Žal ne (No, sorry)." Wanda mutters uncertainly, but Nat chuckles.

"Silly girl, it means I'm back in the game!" Declares the redhead. "I'll like her last few stories and put her back in the best friends. She'll get the message."

"Or you could just talk to her..."

Nat laughs through her nose. "You're funny, Wanda." Says the girl, turning her attention back to her cell phone.

Wanda doesn't want to think too much about the whole matter. She doesn't really know you, and it seems ridiculous that you don't leave her thoughts. She is sure that it is Nat's fault and her momentary obsession with Carol.

When the Independence holiday arrives, and she finds herself in a crowded car heading for Tony Stark's cabin, her anxiety returns. She remembers that there, it would be Vision, and that everyone expected her to leave the cabin with a new boyfriend. Would it be too late to give up the trip?

"I'll take the window bed!" Clint and Pietro got into a pushing fight over the largest room as soon as they arrived. Wanda just wanted to sit down, because Tony's group was finishing checking out the entrance to the cabin's compound - Rich people's stuff - and they were all stealing glances at her.

By the time Carol's car arrived, Wanda was dressed more comfortably and smelled of soap. She had taken advantage of the fight for rooms to use the shower before everyone else, and although she only got one bunk, she was satisfied with the impossibility of sleeping with someone else next to her. It read Vision.

"I swear to god this girl is trying to kill me." Natasha gasps low from the balcony next to Wanda, watching Carol get out of the car in short shorts and a button-down shirt practically all open, showing off a sports top underneath. Wanda laughs at her friend's reaction, but when you get down from the back of the truck, she shallows dry.

You are busy pulling a motorcycle out of the back, and Wanda's brain clicks.

She recognizes the vehicle, and the helmet, and her heart speed up so much that it's the only thing she hears in her ears for a moment.

"Her sister's hot too, huh?" Natasha comments half-impressed, and Wanda immediately looks away.

"I don't know, I don't like girls." She retorts, surprising Nat with her aggressiveness. The redhead gives a confused laugh.

"Okay? But you can tell a girl is pretty without being attracted to her." The redhead says, but Wanda clears her throat and hugs her own body.

"Sure, whatever." She murmurs. "I'm gonna take a nap, I'm tired from the trip." She says, practically running inside.

She doesn't notice your gaze searching for her.

–//–

Petek, 20:40 (Friday, 8:40am)

Wanda awoke in a very quiet cabin.

She wasn't surprised that everyone went to bed early, after all the trip had been equally tiring for everyone, yet it bothered her a little to be the first to wake up.

She left her bunk as quietly as she could, watching her brother in the bottom bed snore lightly as he slept on his stomach.

After going to the bathroom, she was disappointed to find a completely empty kitchen and thought about waking Nat or Tony for a company to the market when she heard footsteps in the living room.

You opened the door making some noise, because the key got stuck in the doorknob.

"Shit." You muttered to yourself, struggling a bit to unhook the item. Wanda stepped into the kitchen doorway, hands in front of her body, and you jumped slightly when she wished you good morning half uncertainly. But your surprise gave way to a smile the next second. "Zdravo! (Hello) Sorry about the noise!"

Wanda shook her head, smiling as well. "Don't worry, you're Y/N, right? Carol's sister."

You raise an eyebrow at her, a charming smile playing on your lips. Wanda hates it. Hates how gorgeous you look right now, the twist in her stomach. She swallows dryly, and you lean on the door.

"She mentioned me, huh?" you ask. "Or maybe you asked."

Wanda's cheeks flush, and she grimaces to disguise it. "She mentioned it." She assures you with a half-trembling voice, which seems to amuse you. "Anyway, do you know where I can find food in this place? I'm starving."

You chuckle lightly, tossing the door key on the small table next to you and reaching out to grab your wallet from there and another set of keys from the support, which has a keychain that Wanda recognizes as belonging to Carol.

"Of course, princess, we'll find food for you." You say, and Wanda knows she is blushing at the nickname, but follows you anyway, just like the first night. And outside, walking side by side toward Carol's truck, you extend your hand to her. "I'm Y/N Danvers, by the way. We haven't officially introduced ourselves."

Wanda shakes your hand. "I'm-"

"Wanda Maximoff." You complete with a small smile, still holding her hand. "And I asked about it."

Wanda pulls her hand away before you realize that she is shaking.

You get in the car first, whistling lightly as you start the truck. Wanda tries to play it cool, keeping her arms crossed the whole way to the market. It's not far, but it seems like every minute drags.

"Did you get home safely after that day?" Your sudden question surprises her a little. Wanda frowns until she remembers what you are talking about.

"Hmm, yeah." She answers. "Someone else gave me a ride home." She says with a small smile.

You don't take your eyes off the road. "You lied to me, Maximoff." You comment then, to which Wanda looks at you with confusion. A small smile plays on her lips. "You are not part of the Avengers. You snuck into an event of ours, I could have ended up in trouble..."

"Hey, you're the one who practically kidnapped me from Tony's party!" Wanda defends herself. "And you asked if I was his friend, which I am, not if I was part of his group of protesters!"

You laugh, shaking your head. "Relax, I'm just messing with you." You comment, but Wanda can only give a nervous laugh because you give her thigh a gentle squeeze and she forgets how to breathe. The touch fades away at the same speed as it happened, your hands returning to the steering wheel, but Wanda's skin is still prickling. "I asked Carol about the mystery girl and she told me you weren't part of the group, but you were trustworthy and welcome in everything. So relax."

Wanda smiles half proudly, glad that Carol trusts her so much even though they are not so close. You cross a green light, and at the next turn, you find the supermarket parking lot.

Whatever this conversation means, it completely improves the atmosphere between you, making the interaction very light and fun. Wanda is unfamiliar at first - Pietro would recognize that Wanda had a shy and alert nature even better than she did. He would constantly tease her about being too self-conscious, and in need of relaxing, and would surely be surprised to see her laugh as easily as she is doing now.

You picked up a shopping cart and seemed to have made it your morning mission to make her laugh as you sort through the groceries. You did little dances with the objects, threw bad jokes and flirtations at her, and even told loose facts as if you were close friends.

Wanda now knew that you lived in a shared apartment with Carol and two other girls and that you could speak Sokovian fluently. You were not a vegetarian even though you tried about three times, and you couldn't have pets even though you really wanted a cat because your roommates were allergic. And you could sing Lorde.

"She's so dramatic, I love it." You declare as the music starts on the speakers in the marketplace. You and Wanda are in the pasta aisle, and she giggles softly. "She's like a Taylor Swift of lesbians, but more alternative."

Wanda chuckles, soft anxiety rising in her stomach. She follows you down the hallway. "But there's a theory that Taylor Swift likes girls too, you know?"

You chuckle, shrugging. "Yeah, I've heard of it. But I think I prefer the ones who actually came out. Nothing against Taylor, of course, she's a great artist. I just won't refer to her as a queer icon when she's never really taken her place in the community."

Wanda bites her tongue, the question about your sexuality on the tip. Would it be weird to question whether you liked girls in the middle of pasta hall? And why would that make a difference to her?

Your cell phone vibrates, and as soon as you read the notification, you huff softly. Wanda is curious to know what it is, but you put the device away and hurry up the pace. "Come on, Maximoff, our friends are hungry too."

You are distant on the way back, and Wanda twists the fabric of her shorts in curiosity as to why.

Luckily, you accompany her to the kitchen with the groceries.

The guys in the cabin are waking up a bit, but the space is small enough that no one will bother you two with breakfast, even if the living room fills up with teenagers.

"Can you make the coffee while I prepare sandwiches for us?" You ask so gently that Wanda doesn't even hear the question properly, and only nods in agreement. She moves around, trying not to touch you - which is practically impossible in that small space - but you don't seem to notice much, busy with bread and cheese. "You're not a vegetarian, are you Maximoff? I was going to put some ham on this."

"I'm not, you can follow your recipe." Wanda retorts with a small smile, a curious look at the double sandwiches you are preparing. She bites her lip when you catch her looking and offers her a wink before returning to the task.

Carol appears in the kitchen doorway next.

"Good morning, cuties. Got any coffee?" She asks. Wanda denies it with her head.

"It's not ready yet."

Carol yawns, moving closer to look at the market bags you have brought. She chuckles then. "Jesus, Y/N, did you buy anything healthy?" You shrug, indifferent to the question. Carol sighs. "You know you have half the soccer team here, right?"

"If they're bothered they buy their own food." You retort impolitely. Carol rolls her eyes.

"Don't be rude; you know you should eat better too-"

"Sure, Mom." You cut her off, turning your back on her to hand Wanda her sandwich. "Here you go, princess."

The brunette smiles half-heartedly at the nickname in Carol's presence, but the blonde only sighs in defeat at the argument and doesn't even seem to notice. She leaves the kitchen, and you stare at Wanda expectantly. She smiles shyly before taking a bite of the sandwich and is surprised at how good it tastes.

"Wow, what did you put in here?"

You chuckle. "Chef's secret." You joke, wrinkling your nose in an adorable way as you pick up your sandwich. You eat together for a moment until the kettle beeps and Wanda leaves the rest of the sandwich on the countertop to finish the coffee.

"Did you like it?" you ask as she pours the drink. Wanda smiles.

"Yeah, quite a bit." She assures you. "Too bad it's a chef's secret, I'd love to learn how to make it."

You chuckle, finishing chewing your piece before clarifying:

"Well, it's a family recipe. That's why it's a secret. You'd have to be part Danvers to earn the legal right to know the ingredients." You joke, getting a soft chuckle from Wanda. You stare at her, almost fascinated. "What about you? Don't you have any family traditions?"

Wanda is thoughtful for a moment, an expression on her face that you would describe as adorable to say the least. And then she gives a small laugh.

"I think so." She says, pouring a mug. "Mom always prepares Šišky on birthdays. I think it looks like American doughnuts."

"Yummy." You murmur causing me to smile in agreement. "And when is your birthday?"

Wanda is surprised but smiles, "February 10th." She answers and watches you pull your cell phone out of your pocket at the same minute.

"Well, let me save the date then." You comment, putting her birth date into the calendar app with the greatest tranquility in the world. Wanda thinks she is blushing.

"What about your...?"

But her question goes unanswered because a tall boy appears in the kitchen doorway. It's Peter Parker, another of Tony's classmates who is on the soccer team. He stretches out gently and you put your cell phone away, placing your snack away on the counter to greet him.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." You say, and it is so affectionate that Wanda swallows dry. He chuckles sleepily, moving closer. Wanda's heart stops when he kisses you on the mouth. "Did you sleep well?"

He mumbles in agreement, shrugging before looking at Wanda and wishing her good morning.

"What's for breakfast?" He asks.

"Food." You retort amusedly, making him chuckle and roll his eyes.

"Okay, smarty pants." He grumbles, yawning a little. "Clearly you didn't buy anything healthy, you know Steve's gonna give you a hard time for that, right?"

You shrug, letting him hug your waist. "I'm terrified." You comment wryly, making Peter laugh.

Wanda feels sick. He kisses your cheek again, and she clears her throat. She grabs the coffee mug, and barely manages to force a smile before practically running out of the kitchen.

The rest of the folks are gradually waking up, and when Wanda is on the porch drinking coffee, Vision comes over to greet her.

"You're Wanda, right? Tony told me about you."

He is gentle, and he is good-looking. And Wanda remembers Peter Parker kissing you in the kitchen, so she smiles and asks Vision to sit with her. It's exactly as it should be, she convinces herself.

–//–

Ponedeljek, 14:30 (Monday, 2.40 am)

Whatever Wanda expected from this holiday, she was not prepared for anything that actually happened.

On Saturday, everyone played paintball between the cabins. Vision was her partner. He was a good player, but you hit him on the top of his helmet two minutes into the game.

You looked Wanda in the eye but didn't shoot her, disappearing between the cabins the next minute. She kept thinking about this interaction all day.

On Sunday, the gang went outside to play soccer and it was a real mess. Wanda was discreetly watching you play, annoyed at the line her thoughts took with the image of you sweating and panting, but she had no choice but to stay outside because Carol and Natasha were making out in her bedroom. She wasn't sure when they happened again, but she wasn't surprised that she missed it, having been too busy the whole holiday trying not to pay attention to you.

When it was finally time to leave, and everyone was finishing cleaning the cabin in pairs, Wanda caught you and Peter fighting outside when she went to put some bottles out for recycling.

"I don't need a babysitter, Parker!" You angrily declared, gesturing a little.

"I'm just taking care of you-"

"I'm not a fucking child!"

Peter rolls his eyes. "No, but you act like one." He accuses annoyed, and you chuckle humorlessly, crossing your arms. He sighs in defeat, raising a hand to your arm but you pull away from the touch. "Okay, whatever. Go chill out, then we'll talk."

He walks off angrily into the cabin through the kitchen entrance, and Wanda makes a noise so as not to startle you.

You run a hand across your face, forcing a smile before approaching her, "Let me help you with this." You say, taking the case of beers from her hand without waiting for a response. Wanda swallows dryly, but decides to follow your cue, and picks up another box further away before following you to the recyclable trash cans.

You place one box next to the other on top of Carol's open truck, in the intention of separating the bottles and cans. Wanda takes a risk:

"Is everything okay between you and Peter?"

You chuckle weakly, grabbing two bottles from the pile.

"Sure, just a silly argument." You mutter moving away to put the bottles in the correct garbage can. "He's sweet, but he's still a man."

Wanda frowns. "What do you mean?"

You short, shrugging; "You've never had a boyfriend?" You ask, and Wanda denies it with her head. You sigh, searching for the right words. "Well, boys can be... obnoxious." You comment with a short laugh. "It's just, they're different. How they treat us, how they act with us and with other people. Peter is really sweet when he's with me, but when he's around his friends he's a jerk and kind of controlling. And by god, don't even get me started when it's around my father... Fucking treating me like I'm something he owns just to please the old man."

Wanda separates a few bottles, thoughtful towards your statements. "I'm sorry."

You hum, shrugging. "Okay, it's not really our fault that society is patriarchal and sexist. It's going to take Peter some time to break the norms and act decently, but I'm under no obligation whatsoever to deal with it."

Wanda swallows dryly. "D-did you broke up with him?"

You look at her with surprise. "No? I meant that I don't have to take pity on him. If he acts like an idiot, we'll fight. And if he doesn't change, then we'll break up."

The brunette tries to hide her disappointment with a hum of understanding. You look at her curiously.

"You and Vision seem to be getting along well."

She forces a chuckle, nodding. She grabs more bottles and runs away from your gaze as she replies, "I guess so."

"Is he your boyfriend now or what?"

Wanda laughs nervously, shaking her head. "No, not really."

"He seems interested in changing that." You insist, studying her reactions. Wanda swallows dryly, putting away other bottles.

"I think so." She murmurs. You hum almost angry all of a sudden - Wanda jumps when you mash a can with a hard punch - and she swallows dryly before raising her gaze to you again. "Do you think...I should accept? If he asks."

You stare at her with an indecipherable expression, biting the inside of your cheek. Wanda almost takes back the question, but you sigh and look away.

"I don't know, you're the one who has to know." You retort with forced casualness. "If you like him, say yes. You were together the whole holiday, I don't see what the problem is."

Wanda stares at the bottles in her hands, her heart racing in her chest.

"Maybe... I was just scared." She murmurs, surprising you. You stare at her expectantly, but Wanda doesn't meet your gaze, her fingers on the bottles. "Maybe I think Vision is likely my only option."

You grimace softly. "What are you talking about?"

Wanda laughs sadly, looking at you. "Like... I don't think there's anyone else to love me. Maybe Vision is my only option, and I just... I'm tired of being alone."

The heartfelt confession takes her by surprise as well. But at this point, Wanda shouldn't be impressed that your presence in her life has come to turn everything upside down at once.

And when you simply step forward, and bring a hand to her face, pulling a lock of hair out of front of her eyes, Wanda thinks you are doing it on purpose.

"Don't you think it's selfish to stick by someone just for convenience, Wanda? Vis has feelings too." The seriousness of your words doesn't do justice to the gentle touch on her face, and Wanda feels a mix of conflicting emotions in her chest.

"Maybe I'm just a bad person." She declares with a sad laugh, but you don't smile.

"I don't think so." You whisper, your thumb caressing her cheek. "I think you are very sweet. And maybe you just need to understand that lots of people love you. And you won't be alone if you say no to a boy you don't like."

Wanda lets out a shuddering breath. "Who says I don't like him?" She teases, her knees going weak as you firm your grip on her cheek and lean in all at once.

Your breath hits her lips, and Wanda closes her eyes, waiting for the impact that doesn't come. You gasp softly, your breath heavy against her cheek.

Your hand leaves her cheek and goes down to a bottle beside you.

You step back a half second before Carol appears in the area where you are standing. Wanda didn't even hear her coming, in fact, she doesn't think she heard much beyond her own heart beating in her ears.

"Aren't you guys done with that yet? Come on people, we have to get on the road soon." Carol repressed, but you forced a laugh at her, muttering something about her being a pain in the ass.

If you noticed how Wanda's hands were shaking as she held the next bottles, you didn't say.

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iguessigotta · 1 year

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being in a relationship with Loki and Bucky be like tbh this is all because i was browsing pinterest and saw a pin that said "and remember: no noble sacrifices or anything similarly stupid" lmao Loki x Bucky x reader gn!reader, no warnings

the three of you are constantly trying to stop each other from doing reckless shit, but you're terrible at it

Clint is convinced you three have a shared deathwish and the only thing keeping all of you alive is the fact that you're no longer allowed to go on missions as a trio

speaking of, y'all are insufferable on missions

you and Bucky keep throwing yourselves in front of bullets, knives, magic.......seriously, stop it, you're stressing Loki out

sometimes Loki's too cocky for his own good, accidentally talking his way in the wrong direction (Bucky has had to save his ass a few times. Loki is still in debt to him)

if it's just two of you it's...well not better but...different

you and Bucky? mostly business, except for the constant stream of jokes and jabs at each other (and whoever's unlucky enough to be teamed up with you. y'all get a little mean with the jokes ngl lmao)

you and Loki are a terror together. while you technically break no laws, you two are awful

the two of you talk circles around everyone - teammates included - walking them straight into some pun or stupid play-on-wordsthat only you and Loki find funny. honestly you two are obnoxious (lovingly)

Natasha turned her comms off halfway through her first mission with you two. she refuses to turn them back on

Loki and Bucky aren't allowed to go on missions together

they bicker too much

also they've been caught.......distracting each other.....a few too many times

Steve can only be trusted on missions with you guys some of the time

y'all are just good at bringing Steve's inner gremlin to the surface, what can I say

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homesickn · 1 year

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Isn't bite also touch?

Chapter six! (Chapter 7)

(Loki X Female demon!reader)

Summary of the chapter: It's the first Stark's party you two are going to, what's going to happen?

Warnings: fingering, oral sex, vomiting, handjob, and a lot of blasphemy, I assume. We have this a lot here.

Taglist: @mischief2sarawr @dangertoozmanykids101

Note: It shouldn't have taken so long, but this chapter contains almost 8k words, I hope it's not too exhausting but I wanted to keep it in one. I promise next ones are going to have less words, I hope you enjoy it, truly. I love every single interaction I receive. ♡

Now get ready, I'm already wearing my suit and tie 'cause we're having a party!!

A party. Of course, Stark planned a party.

It came unexpectedly when he announced it, but to his defense —he explained, “We work all the time, how could a little time-off hurt? Just a night of partying for us,” trying not to get into any discussions with the team, but everyone knew he'd do anything he wanted anyway.

“I need to have a reason now?” He huffed angrily, all the others gasping at his sentence. Steve mumbled something about 'rich people always making a huge party for nothing.' “Yes, ancient relic, it's become an addiction by this point.” He cleared his throat, “I can always claim it's for our two new additions.” He presents you and Loki to the conversation.

That's how it ended up where you are now, sitting on the main couch two days afterwards. With Nat trying to show you how to do a makeup look like hers.

“Okay, tilt your head up a bit.” You do as she says. She holds your chin and highlights your cheekbones. “You look beautiful with this, even more than usual.”

You're not sure what to respond, you just shrug messily, but feel your cheeks warm at the comment. You noticed her eyes stared intensely now in comparison to the first day, when she wouldn't even look at you.

You two were alone doing the makeup until two of the men decided to sit around and watch. The men being Clint and Thor.

“Can you do one on me too?” Thor asked, laughing a little but seeing truthful in his words. “I mean it, I think this art is really pretty. My people do this too, but it doesn't look like that.”

“And what does it look like?” Asked Clint.

“Well, firstly it kind of involves a bit more blood. The warriors —men, mainly— prefer to have their faces painted with blood, before, after or during a battle.” He took a sip of his alcoholic drink, you were interested in the story.

“Whose blood?” You wondered with a crooked smile.

“Of the ones who die first.” He laughs and finishes the rest of his drink in a large sip. “They are unlucky, but we consider their blood honorable. So their death is honored, and gives us more luck with their passing to Valhalla.”

“Brother,” Loki makes his entrance in the room, “you never cease your battle-talk.” He smirks, you noticed he's a bit more mirthful these past few days. You believe he's starting to notice this too, compared to how tired he was some days ago.

“I think battle-talks are entertaining.” You say and look at Thor, “They're the ones everyone wants to listen to.”

“Of course you'd think that.” You try to ignore Loki's eyes. “Anything with blood interests you, I wonder what else would–”

“Alright, you two are getting a little too close for me.” Clint said getting up quickly and going to the feast, far closer to where Tony was drowning in his beverages.

“I think Tony's enjoying it too much.” You say. “I don't see the appeal in losing your sense of control.” You were still looking at Tony, so you didn't see Loki's eyes sparkling with mischief and new ideas.

“You should try this.” He puts up a glass with something that looks a bit too much like beer to you.

“I've tried beer before and it's disgusting.” You put the glass away with your fingers.

“It's not beer.” He simply says, “I'll take it as you're too weak to taste it. Even the gods faint at the single taste of a powerful Asgardian mead.” He says too proudly.

You picked some interest at that, looking over your shoulder at the glass with a look of superiority.

“Come on, demoness!” Thor almost screamed with joy, “It's a moment of pride for our Asgardian heart. So we can see your reaction.” He gestured to both himself and Loki.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed the glass from the table, swallowing its content in a single second.

“See? Nothing, it's nothing to me.” You crossed your arms and gave them a tight-lipped smile.

“PASS ME SOME OF THAT!” Stark appeared suddenly with three other strangers around him. Looking all like a proper Queen Bee.

“It's definitely better if you don't even touch it, Stark, not in your state.” Thor hurries to hide the mead, “It's not made for human men.”

“Then it is exactly what I'm looking for today!” He smiles trying to reach for the bottle once more.

“Hi Thor!” Some girl waved at Thor, Loki rolled his eyes and focused on you again.

“Drink more.” Loki pointed to the full bottle at the side of the table, “I could use a few too, I'm so glad Thor could bring this from Asgard.”

“Normal alcohol does nothing to you, I'm guessing?”

“That you've guessed right.” He confirmed, already putting more mead on his glass. Lifting it up to present it to you with a lifting eyebrow, “A toast for us?”

You moved to accept and grab more for you.

The tower got full quicker than expected and to your surprise you failed to meet some of your known buddies. You met new nurses, some businessmen, some business-people in general, even celebrities (which might be an out-of-this-world-experience for humans).

You left a quiet gasp of surprise and quickly turned around when you felt a touch on your shoulder. The cold breath hitting your neck made you come to your senses quite quickly so you already had an idea who the person was.

“Loki,” You whisper, trying to keep your timbre low. “What are you doing?!” You exclaimed as discreetly as possible.

“What does it look like I'm doing?” You couldn't pinch the alcohol in his breath, you quickly wondered if this was an illusion he pulled on the spot or if he simply was used to the drink so he just didn't get drunk.

His hand moved from your shoulder to pass openly over your body's upper half. Discreetly going through your breasts to your stomach to finally reach your hips and grab them with passion. And pressed his body with precision against your back.

He couldn't stop touching your hips with his fingertips and pressing his distinguishable hard-on on the curve of your ass. Making you squeak as you tried to not bring attention to you, tried to pretend nothing was happening.

“Are you drunk?" You're facing him now, turning to bring your arms around his shoulders, silently wishing he would pick you up from the position. Maybe the closer you've gotten together these past few days made him get comfortable enough to do this. Either way, you couldn't say you minded.

“Hmmm,” He hummed, pressing his face on the crook of your neck, smelling the new human perfume that Nat insisted on putting on you.

“No,” he finally answered. “I'm not drunk, just a bit full, but nothing I can't handle.” He gives you a characteristic smirk, wanting nothing more than to take the offending clothes off your body and give in to his desires, make sure his primitive instincts get sated right there, in front of everyone. You bit your lips with the lights turning your vision.

He groaned in your ear as you squirmed in his embrace, —as if he heard your mind, he made sure to pull you up and even closer to him. Getting you all puzzled, but once again, not even complaining. You understand by the atmosphere the place has, and the attraction you give, this might even come as irresistible to him.

The loudness could make your heartbeat quake and the floor tremble beneath your feet and the very vulnerability the humans presented in the scene in front of you was something of a proper entertaining performance to your eyes.

But you couldn't help but feel addicted to it, you felt the rushing in your veins and your blood pulsing mistakenly mixing with the local music.

“What if we get out of here?” You tried to induce Loki. “Maybe you're giving in to this Devil's tricks after all.” You couldn't help but smile sweetingly.

“Oh dear, right now I couldn't care less. I've denied it for long enough.” You doubted his truth about being sober, as he maintened his harsh grip on you, marking your skin with his nails. “We could always just stay right here.” He smoothly moves your body up and down his clothed erection, licking his lips with a charming smile as you feel him throb through his pants.

He suddenly leaned forward to, desperately, start kissing you, for the first time. His hands explore as much as he possibly can as if you two have so little time, as if you'd run away anytime and he wouldn't get to memorize you. He's kissing you like he's been denying himself the temptation.

“Loki,” You moan against your will, putting your hands to his chest to get a break from him, trying to catch your breath, halting his tongue from greedily seeking yours.

Your hands look tiny in comparison to his bulky stature and it made your eyes wide at the sight, he seemed every bit as god-like as possible. “Loki…”

“Yes, my fierce demoness? Are you going to take my soul? Or do I need to give you what you need most?” His pupils were dilated at the sight of your breathless state, your lips plump from the kissing and shining with the mix of your saliva, dripping a little beside your chin, your eyes shining bright just for him, making his cock twitch. “If I give you my cock, will you become more amicable? I wonder…”

The possessiveness in his position, with your thighs spread apart for his body to accommodate between your legs, exactly where he should've been this whole time. Damned be the consequences, blame it on the party if needed, but his hands wouldn't stay away from you even if he tried.

“What is it that I need? You think I need you, now?” Fuck me. Fuck me. His talking was cruel as you felt your body burn.

His hand delicately moves lower to rest on your pelvis. His huge palm pressing it like it's his, like such a private part of you it's his property, caressing it and making you shiver as you restlessly snapped your head around the room.

You gulped a bit from the sight. “Loki? We should cast an illusion... I can cast it if you want.” You said.

“Do we need to?” He bit your earlobe, and almost desperately as possible, reached down to your lips again, wanting to stay close. Wanting to constantly touch you. “Imagine what a time we'd have,” He spread your thighs even wider, making you gasp as his hands were claiming, tightening around your skin. “If they could see you like this, a dangerous monster to their eyes. So fucked up and wet for a God...and one like me, the one they despise…”

His eyes sparked like offering a challenge, like you're in the company of a wolf ready to devour you.

“Right, darling? Do you think they'd get off on you too? I'm almost making a mess of my pants just from the sight of you, imagine what these mortals would do.” He moved your dress up to present more of you to him, and you shiver, unable to stop your sounds as you squirm in his grasp. “Shhh,” he whispers. “Shhh, my devilish little whore–”

His words make you groan with sudden distaste but he quiets you, putting you down and turning your body so your back is against him once more, and moving his other palm to your mouth. Silencing any protest that you'd make from his words, until you bite his skin. He lets go with a hiss.

“I'll murder you if you try to offend me,” Your eyes look murderous as you force your neck to glance at him, “I know it turns you on, but I'll kill you, Loki.” You press your nails down the skin of his arms, wanting to scratch him and make him hurt for his single comment.

“I've put a spell on us,” He says, groaning from a momentary friction the roll of his hips caused. “No one will catch us.” His voice was so tempting, you feared he was making you weak. You knew he was lying about the spell but it suddenly felt irresistible to comment anything against him.

His fingers slide down to brush the thin cloth of your already soaked panties, just from his brutish handling but delicate caresses. Loki starts kissing your jaw and his teeth scrapes over your neck, biting and licking it until he leaves a mark.

He brings your panties to the side and starts trailing his finger over your folds, taking his moment to massage your clit, eyes glinting with want and he looks down, frantically wishing he could just lower himself down right there and worship your quim like you're a goddess instead of a sinner. Your cunt clenched with each stroke and you couldn't hold the soft whine of the god's name as he went faster. “Loki.”

He took such a pleasure from listening to your voice as you say his name, he couldn't contain himself, his hips rutting on your behind, glued to your body, merging himself with the curve of your naked ass whilst he remained fully dressed, holding you in place, and leaving his mouth open as he threw his head back in pleasure. “Your voice… say my name…” He pleads and you grant him his wish, unable to control your own instincts.

His finger slides into your entrance whilst he keeps his thumb pleasuring your clit, giving your body a mind-numbing pressure, you couldn't even stop shaking, stuck in between his arms. Your jaw is clenched and your teeth gritted, trying to keep yourself from moaning too loudly and giving him satisfaction.

“Lose yourself to me, you can do it, I'm here for you,” he coos somewhat mockingly to you, feigning innocence in his tone, enticing you with his true purpose.

He makes you yelp when he curls his fingers inside you, you squirm and grip onto his arm and whine like a needy whore. “Your voice is ruining me, those pretty little sounds.” He sounded just as ruined, his voice so low and gravely and almost stuttering his words by being so drunk with pleasure.

He fervently rubs his thumb deeper against your desperate clit. “And you thought you could stick around with them, whoever these heroes think they are, they could never have you, they–” he pauses and groans out ferociously, gritting his teeth looking up, overwhelmed with this simple pleasure. “T–they could never have this. As long as you're my ruin, you're still mine, not Thor's, never anyone else's, you're mine now.”

You moan out, if all his anger makes you burn, now the pleasures all mix in one. Your vision was both the red from the party and red from his emotions, your mouth open, unstopping the cries of pleasure you felt as you desperately clenched your thighs together, making everything oh much tighter and pleasing for both of you, you both moaned together from the friction, but he still burst your thighs open right there just to continue his fingering.

“Ride my fingers, my angel,” he maliciously says, you shiver in his embrace. “Do it,” he groans into your ear, gritting his teeth and looking at the ceiling to keep himself contained.

Your half lidded eyes and parted lips, chest heaving with the impact he has against your back, thrusting his hips against yours matching his fingers inside you. “Fuck.” He curses, desperately clutching more of your skin. “Fuck it, I need more.”

You can barely blink before he completely manhandles your body, grasping your legs up and throwing you on top of a wooden table at a corner, you wonder how the humans didn't turn their heads on you from the noise. He keeps your dress up and growls like a beast when catching the sight of your fucked-up state.

He eagerly pulls off the material still covering your cunt, and his eyes focus on the spot between your legs, you swear you can see his mouth watering. He licks his lips and his pupils are purely blown out, hiding all the usual cerulean color they have.

Desperate, you feel your cunt squeeze around nothing, you worry you might make a mess of the table with your juices.

Your cunt feels so warm beneath his fingers as he cups it with his hands, his eyes are looking at it with such adoration. Practically clawing the rest of the dress out of your body, in a hurry, holding all the skin he can in the way, admiring the way your breasts jiggle as they were shown to him. A moment that could be mistaken as sacred if not so sinfully sacrilegious.

You couldn't stop it, it was making you feel full before even starting, the power you felt from him and the strength you felt were all so luxurious it made you close your thighs together, which made him sternly pull them apart once again.

“Tch, tch,” he reprimands you, having to keep his grip stern on you again. “Who knew you'd be such a ferocious little thing under my touch? Can't even stop moving,” He grits his teeth and brings his hand down to slap your ass with a strong impact. “Stop wiggling,” he says firmly.

“Damn it,” you curse, feeling the stinging pain. “What are you doing to me?" You even feel dizzy.

“Why do I have to be doing something? That's just how you feel, little demoness.” He licks the skin beneath your neck, going for open-mouthed kisses as he speaks against your pulse. “There's no running away, I have to have you.” You almost miss him undoing his belt with an animalistic force, throwing it aside with a clunk sound. “You're my godslut now, aren't you? You're doing anything for your God…look how far you've fallen.” He chuckles, gripping your waist.

His hands take their time grasping your breasts, moving his mouth to delicately start licking them with reverent precision, giving you very wide eyes as he looks up, silently seeking your affections.

You lose your breath as you look down at him, grabbing his dark hair and pulling him closer onto your chest, wanting to suffocate his face against the skin of your breasts, wanting to feel him inside of you, his cold tongue made everything feel divine.

His tongue moves to gently worship your other nipple as he carefully gives attention toying with the other. His giant hand cupping your breast, making it feel so full to him as he squeezes and hears your pleasured soft sighs and squeaks when he presses too much.

“Loki, Loki,” you call his name among the whimpers, he brings himself to his knees for you, sliding his hands around you as he kneels. Looking up while delaying around the area of your hips, his hair is all messed up from your pulling already, and he reverently locks his eyes with your pussy again, watching its softness so puffy from want, he can smell your arousal from how much you're dripping, it's enchanting him, he can't think of anything else but you, not even about his painfully throbbing cock begging for attention.

“I need to…” He tries to catch his breath as soon as possible, moving his hands smoothly down your thighs and silently looking up to you, asking for permission. “Please.” he almost squeaks out.

You didn't know why you couldn't just speak but you frantically nodded your head, desperately wishing to continue, giving him your consent as he desperately leaned in to drown himself into your pussy. You grab him by the hair, pulling him even closer as you bring your thighs together instinctively, wincing from the contact of his cold tongue in you but quickly moaning out to the air as you ride his welcoming tongue.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckkkk,” your voice draws the mewling, and he deliciously accepts the pressure you put to drive him further. Dragging his curls up to bring his mouth up and down on you, delighting himself on your lips and fucking the spot inside of you that made you quiver, drawing even more moans of you. “Fucking hell, w–what, I–” You breathe out a long trembling breath, and you're tempted to brag but it's as if he can sense your coming petulance and he blissfully let's out a wanton moan bringing multiple vibrations to your core, doing that on purpose.

When you let go of his hair to get a grip of yourself he pulls himself even deeper inside you, if that's possible. His nose bumps your clit as he eats you out like a starved man, he skillfully moves his lips around the bud and sucks hard.

You start riding his face, with sweat shining down your neck and on the curve of your breasts, looking down at him with blown eyes and a clear impatience for release.

You could feel his magic working unconsciously to him, surrounding and overwhelming you whilst he remained unaware of its use. You gracefully move his head —with a small fight because he doesn't want to let go of his newfound spot inside of you— for a second, and you see his entire face glistening with your arousal, he licks his soaked lips excitedly waiting for you to pull him in again.

Your head goes back in ecstasy as you feel your orgasm approaching, your senses being numbed as your only thought was him and his mouth, his face between your legs, his tongue, how red and desperate he seems, his cock standing up proudly so red and ready to burst, his hair messily among your fingertips, his fingers on your hips, his magic, his veiny hands, his body taking place between you, him, him, him.

When he realizes you're about to cum he brings his fingers in to join his pleasing tongue, curling them inside you and sucking your bundle of nerves as just as hard, just like he knew how to make your toes curl and you drown him with your cum as you moan out to the air.

You have to stick your fist into your mouth after some seconds to muffle your moaning, and Loki's hands are punishingly grabbing you in response, mixing the bare skin with your juices and guiding you through your orgasm with his tongue.

When he sees you calming down and your legs shaking a bit too hard, you softly bring his head back out of your cunt, and massage your fingers through the strands of his dark hair. The moment even seemed soft as he pressed his head on your pelvis and gave very heartfelt breaths to recompose himself, licking the juices he has all over his lips with such passion and awe, as if your taste was that of a sweet fruit he could never grow to despise, it made your heart step a beat.

He licked his fingers covered with the remains of your cum, moaning around them and making you shake your head to the sound, his moan made your cunt flutter in response. “You're ridiculous,” You breathe out, still trying to recover your normal breathing pattern.

You cry out as his palms hit your ass with a strong powerful strike. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, owww,” you hiss after a blasphemous complain. He puts his hand over the spot after to cover the red he was responsible for, giving you a not-so apologetic smile.

“Don't mock me,” He felt so surprisingly powerful, more than he has felt during all these days since he met you. The other days he could feel his energy diminishing and he could logically blame it on his lack of sleep, but now he had you and he felt himself burn with such energy. It was almost overwhelming. He felt like he could have you for hours on end.

You quickly lean towards him and bring your hand to hold his fully throbbing cock, the tip angrily reddish and begging for attention. And you grant it to him, you wrap your fist around it and start pumping his cock, merging his precum all over your palms and making you lose your breath all over again by how easily he could be throughly fucked.

He yelped as the constant movement made him lose himself, getting his body closer to yours and wrapping you into his arms, rutting into your hand and resting his forehead against yours as he moaned with a such low gravy voice, so close to losing it. Your body close to his in a mixture of sweat and sex, and he wanted nothing more than to put it in and feel the comfort of your warm cunt to wrap around him.

Your pumping and the tightness of your soft palm only working his fantasies further, his imagination of wanting to dive himself inside your cunt as your walls milk his cock so tightly. And now he cries out, whimpering your name and the word 'demon', 'demon'. You moan as if he's worshiping your summoning.

He's almost breaking your skin with his fingertips, applying so much pressure on your shoulders as he bites your neck to contain a loud groan from a fervid thrusting. And as his mouth leaves your neck, his eyes roll up to the ceiling and he gives a guttural groan followed by a long, almost quiet moan as his mouth opens up drowned in pleasure.

His thrusts in your hand begin wavering and getting unsteady as his knees buckle and his grip on you tightens, his moaning unstoppable as he releases pearly white semen onto your hands and near your pelvis and abdomen. He looks down with glazed eyes and grunts as he watches his cum marking your skin.

You collect the cum from your skin and put your very messily sticky fingers into your mouth, licking his semen off of you.

“I'm cleaning myself,” you explain as he couldn't stop watching, entranced, bewitched by your tongue surrounding his essence like it's your favorite taste, —and you couldn't deny he tasted delicious, but in your defense, you've never tasted the cum of a god, you weren't aware if it was just Loki.

Your words make him notice you again, he suddenly remembers the suddenness of all of this, what his sex-ridden brain made you two do, the awe he held in his expression for you before now replaced with an undescriptive look.

His cock twitched from the sound of you sucking your fingers clean. Recovering from his post-orgasm, he took deep breaths to recompose better and pressed his fingers against your flesh as some ground to fix himself upon, or maybe just a reminder that you're still here and he's not cursed.

He feels surprisingly light, like he doesn't have anything else to worry about at the moment. He thought by this point he'd have to worry about getting weaker after you received his sexual attention.

But no, he feels just as strong, more alive than he felt during all this time, especially more alive than he felt before the New York attack.

“Have you drugged me, sweet?” He asked, the suddenness of it making you give a light-hearted laugh. “Have you stolen my soul from me? Hm? Are you making me sick, little devil?” He asks moving his nose around your cheek so softly, leaning close to your neck to smell you.

“I'm not. I can feel it too.”

None of you say anything, he just keeps holding you. You can feel his arms slowly wrapping around your waist, and for the first time in so long you question what you're doing.

After a moment of silence, he dares to break it.

“Demoness…” he calls you. “If you wanted to, could you get drunk?” He's curious.

“Yes. Yes, of course I can.” You say, almost offended by his phrase.

“Would you?” He gives curls a strand of your hair with his finger, watching it as it whoops when he let it go. Snapping his head to meet your gaze, looking as unexpressive as can but keeping the contact. “Would you get drunk with me?”

The noise increased tenfold but also did the mindnumbing happiness you were feeling. Now you understand what the humans find so appealing, this feels like a biblically description of Heaven. That coming from the brain of a demon, it makes your skin crawl.

The humans were shaking from the songs and a guy named Rhodys came around presenting you one more round of recently found 'vodka', you smelled it but didn't think twice before drinking the content in one go. You seemed even more cheerful after the graciously spent-time with Loki. The humans cheering for you and applauding like they always do for anything stupid.

Gods, you almost felt human. Ugh. You were both repulsed and amused.

The dancing was what got you all happy and smiley, you just couldn't keep your smile hidden and your jaw was aching from the constant joy.

“What if we play two truths and a lie?”

“Oh, or even better, truth or dare!”

“Noooo, these are for children,” said a slurred voice through the crowd, you giggled at their drunken tone.

“Loki would suck at this,” the god heard you and gave your shoulder a small bite. Nothing to break the skin but still made you hiss. “Can you not? I swear you're addicted to this, biting.” You moved to throw your finger to his face, which he gladly took as a sign he could lick it.

“Isn't it already enough that I have a bunch of hickies to hide, thanks to you?” You say attempting to keep stern, and keeping your voice quiet, but he could see right through your façade.

“I want to see what the games would be...” He says, his words muffled by being said against your neck. “I'm curious to see how you'd charm the mortals' contest. That's all.” He said more clearly now.

You let your stern look slip and come back to a smile, avoiding his face now.

“I suggest a new drinking game!” Thor brings to the talk, “I want to see how you fail at lifting Mjolnir. If you manage to lift it up, I'll drink all the alcoholic drinks you all are drinking. If you lose, you drink a cup yourself.” He explains, Loki can't help but lay on the couch with an annoyed sigh.

“This pompous bastard will do anything just to be the center of attention. Wanting to spread his 'worthiness' that's made up by Odin's standards.” Loki says.

“I feel like Loki would enjoy the party way more if his brother wasn't here.” Said the nurse, Chloe, that was glued to Thor's side.

“You got it right.” Loki answered, you sat on the couch with him.

“Don't bring the party down.” You say, “That's not much to your spirits, is it?” you smile knowingly, “You usually are so sociable. Thor's just trying to bring some entertainment.” You take the time he's focused on you to rest your hand on his thigh, his thighs were spreaded apart on the couch.

“For him, yes.”

“But if he fails, then imagine what his face would look like.” You look like you're up to something, Loki snapped his head to look at you, for a moment you thought he truly just stopped and…looked at you.

He gives you a smile and quickly tries to hide it, you both share a look and agree to play. All the heroes go first whilst you and Loki just observe the scenes.

First Clint, then Tony, then Cap. Your eyes darken as you see the way it slightly moved, and Thor's face changed for a millisecond at that, but it did nothing else.

Loki pretended to be disinterested but you could feel his anxiety spiking through your body, almost infecting your own emotions.

You truly believed you were both weakening each other by staying together. You could make him feel stronger, you could stop some punishments, you were the reason he felt tired, but now, it feels like the humans are showing you something new.

It wasn't supposed to be this way, it makes your heart sink to your stomach, filling it with dread.

But who cares for now? You can just pretend as you watch them, and worry about such concerns at a later point, until you have to face them again. You turn to look at Loki and wonder if you're being too emotional, or if allowing yourself to drink was a mistake.

“Loki?” Thor calls his brother, offering the hammer. Loki moves in his seat, unquiet, only you knowing of his rushing nervous heartbeats.

“I'm not sure I wish to be part of it,” he gulped, ignoring everyone's eyes. You took his hand in yours, and he pulled it away in a rush.

“If there's anyone in this room you can be certain is unworthy, that person is Loki!” Clint boomed a laughter and made a whole bunch of people laugh with him.

Humiliation ran through the god's veins in such an uncomfortable amount you could feel it within yourself, or perhaps you're just too close to him by now. And you shouldn't be.

“I want to try next.” You say with a blank face, their laughs slowly dying out. The silence opens space to new sounds of quiet mockery.

“I'm actually a bit scared now,” said Thor, visibly shivering a little, “I know I've agreed on everyone playing but…demons? Feels like cheating! I'm aware you can cheat anytime.” He said, curiously looking around him seeking some agreement, and everyone was on his side. A poor trembling guy, that was clearly drenched in cold sweat, couldn't stop nodding his head at Thor's statement.

“We said we'd play, right?” You said, “Loki can go after me, as an obligation, or if I fail. Nothing to prove here, and I don't need to cheat.” As likable as you were, Thor had to admit you get scary frighteningly quickly.

“Ok, rules are rules!” He gives you two a tight-lipped smile, not looking very genuine, not only thinking about his uniqueness of being the only one able to lift Mjolnir but also of losing the bet he had made.

You stand up and get a hold of the hammer, not even needing much effort to lift it up in your hands. Honestly it even surprised yourself.

The room got quiet to cricket noises, only the loud music filling everyone's eardrums. Then suddenly a loud cheering could be heard so loud it could make anyone's ears bleed.

People were clapping, Tony was just still flabbergasted, trying to tell everyone he must have moved it a bit for you. Clint was telling them how it was indeed just a scam and a trick. Thor yelled “Cheater!” very loudly, pointing an accusing finger to you.

And Loki, Loki didn't know if he wanted to pull you into his arms and suffocate you or if his envy would consume him. It was such a mix of emotions you swore you could almost feel the tears coming to your very eyes.

His hands trembled as if he wanted to grab you by your legs and pull you into his arms and keep you there, but he also was lost in allowing you to have this moment, before his head would get filled with childhood sour traumas of not being good enough, not being worthy.

Other than this sour feeling, he was proud it was you. He would just never admit it.

Thor took a good time open-mouthed in shock and accusing before casually laughing in nervousness, trying to act casual again, saying things like “that probably didn't count”, as he said before, you're a demon, but “for the sake of keeping my word, I'll do the dare,” and asking as much people as possible how much they had to drink —the ones that could remember it, and the ones that could just guess.

Quick equation, and Tony made sure to bring as many glasses of various drinks as he could, even asking others to bring more. Thor wouldn't deny the challenge, but he felt the shame of losing.

Your grip on the hammer made you stop and analyze it for a second. It came from the heart of a dying star, it felt just as cold as one can imagine. Uru metal. You moved it from one hand to the other, the hammer seemed odd in your hands.

“What does it feel like?” Loki asks, and a human probably wouldn't have listened to his question, but you did.

“Quite cold.” You answer. He's silent for a moment.

“That's never what I thought it'd feel like.” He gives a cuffed fake-laugh. You look at him.

“I would offer something but…” Your words traveled as you lost yourself in your thoughts. “I like that you're not worthy to Odin's standards.” You shrug. Look around, everyone's focusing on Thor. You come back to focus on Loki.

You clear your throat and lean closer to his ears, one leg lifting up on the couch for support of your body. He allows himself to touch your thigh, with a certain passion for reminder of what you felt like, he held your dress with his fingers.

“I cheated.” You said, ever so, so quietly, he could wonder if you said the two words telepathically. His eyes sparkled in amusement looking up at you, even if it's against his will, he couldn't avoid it.

He brought his hands up to cup your cheeks and bring your face down until your faces were on the same level, his cold breath now smelled of the just-discovered mead. He touched his fingers on your lips and your eyes fell to look at his.

And he leaned to kiss you again, different from the first time, now it felt as calm as a wind. Just supposed to happen, like it's all right. You present yourself more so he can slip his tongue further, grabbing your arms now to bring you closer, he seemed to like that a lot.

And of course, with all the lack of privacy you can have in the tower. Clint interrupted with a fake cough.

“I can endure your stay here just no mingling in the couch we're sitting on” He gestures to the couch while he says so.

“We're not mingling,”

“You're making out!” Steve said, “I–It's not…shouldn't be allowed.”

“This is a party, come on, it's not like it's unexpected, I mean look at them,” Nat said and pointed to the two of you. You turn to face Loki again and give him a cat-like smile as you lift yourself off his lap, making him pout.

“Now my lap is cold.” Still pouting.

“Oh no, what a horror.” You jest, still smiling. One hand grabs Mjolnir again, throws it in the air, seeing what it's like. Then the other hand goes to grab a drink and swallow it down in one go.

You can feel the fuzziness but just assume it does nothing to your organism. Choosing to induce in your study and drink a lot more too, everyone was having a blast from ingesting too much alcohol, it surely wouldn't hurt.

Thor gives you a drink he was having, saying it's one that came almost too close to affecting him, or maybe he was already incredibly drunk. You accept it with a fun grin on your face. Loki doesn't comment on your drunk state, he's allowing himself some more mead himself, he trusts your nature of keeping control at all times.

Thor's hand suddenly touches your hips to move your way and Loki's eyes widen and he gasps, funnily to you, standing up and taking his brother's hands off of you. Which makes you smile just so much, his jealousy was amusing you.

“Not her, you're not allowed to touch her.” He says, still too calm for his attitudes, Thor puts his hands up in a sign of defeat.

“I wasn't trying to do anything.”

“Yeah, dude, that's too possessive,” Clint says, staring at you. “And I thought she was going to be the only possessive one.”

“Oh…dear,” You laugh and almost lose your feet, having to keep yourself up. “Dear entities of all Hells help me keep myself up, oooooh no, oh dear...” You lost your composure again, eyes falling shut a bit, watching everything through cluttered eyelashes.

Then you lift yourself up with energy effort, and bring the drink up too, obviously too drunk.

“And I dedicate this one to...” You lift the luminous drink in your hand, traveling your words off a bit, casually becoming the life of the party.

You could feel the stare of possibly three people, their blood rushing to a very noisy rhythm. One of them just mumbled a lot of prayers unstoppingly, clutching his crucifix for dear life. Your mind questioned how his hands didn't burn or mark themselves from grasping so tightly, or maybe it did, and he was okay with letting it bleed for his prayers if it meant they would be answered.

“I dedicate this one to Loki!” You lift the glass higher, trying to ignore the guy bothering you, you just felt something happening, you didn't know what.

Loki held your hand and brought his glass to yours, clinking it and everyone cheered together, then he refrained and happily went to talk with someone else.

“You're…” The guy says, too quiet for anyone to notice but you know he's talking to you, and the music is too loud it's muffling his words to the others. “You're not supposed to be here, creature of Satan.” He spits and points at you.

You give him a false look that resembles a kicked puppy, pouting your lips and then changing your expression to normal again. “Are you going to cry to your God?” You ask just as quiet, trying to keep it just to him. “I'm in the presence of two and I don't see you praying for them.”

“T–T–they're no–t…they're not re–real go–god–gods…” The poor trembling guy couldn't stop stuttering and sobbing from his silent weep, the time spent with enjoyable humans made you momentarily forget how pathetic the humans could truly be. But his prayers were hurting your ears.

“So you think God will save you?” You gloat.

“He always does. If not him, then he'll send his angels.”

It's almost comical how coincidence can be, at the same moment that you're about to complain there was Tony trying to keep the reporters outside and denying them further private information. You soon enough grasped it was about you, or more specifically, you and Loki. Of course.

Reporters, paparazzis, multiple media-related people craved to enter the party and seek a piece of what it is about you and Loki that needs to be talked about. You were unaware, during the entire party, of how much they've been accusing the heroes of supporting a murderer that claims to have the role of a 'god', a being that most of all is supposed to protect others. It's one being they pray to.

And even worse, how they were supporting a blasphemous entity, shaming the image of God. Them, the heroes they trust their lives with, opening their arms to a creature from the underworld and sharing it to the news with a party.

“Tony, how did you not think about this?!” Steve asked in a screaming tone, wanting to bring Tony's attention to him. Pulling his shoulders to face him. “You had to give a parade to our most problematic hosts.”

“You know, that's what I hate so much about you, you pretend to be Mister goody two-shoes and forget that you weren't on the good side either! You didn't even comment about this possibility before when not seeing it happening in front of your eyes.” Tony snapped, pointing at Steve. They had to find every situation to fight?

“Don't you two ever do something else?” You ask quite bored, thoughtlessly playing with the end of your dress.

“You shut up, it's mostly your fault.” He accuses, his tone nears a bite.

“Excuse me?” You cross your arms. Loki —surprisingly — puts himself in front of you.

“I bet you've gotten what you wanted, rockstar,” he says to Loki, “You probably got to fuck her, because now you can't even keep yourself away from her. Look at that.” He chuckles dryly. “Whatever you gain from this outcome, if it's more than getting your dick wet, if it's something harmful, it'll be something you deserve.”

“Quit it, Stark. You're making it worse.” Nat's being the voice of reason.

“My affairs should be of no matter to you, you should be dealing with something else,” Loki says, moving to look at the furious people outside the huge giant window. “You're the head of the public, the people love you, fix this.” He finishes, in a sarcastic tone, moving back to wrap his arms around you.

“Loki,” you call, or likely whispers out. His eyes flicker to you.

“We should enjoy it,” his eyes carried his glint of mischief through the chaos, “we should drink some more.” You were unsure of how many glasses he had broken just from drinking, Thor just the same.

“You're just going to ignore that?” Stark asks.

“It can be our problem tomorrow,” Explains Clint, closing his eyes as he sank down to the carpet.

“Oh he's definitely throwing up on the carpet.” Nat shook her head, “I might be too sober for this.”

Loki took you with him to grab some more drinks, and a blonde man—a blonde hair resembling white, pure moonlight hair, — came from the entrance.

You proceed to scramble a bit on your feet to hide behind Loki, the man looked around the room but you hid, as best your drunken body can.

“What's wrong?” Loki asks genuinely worried now, seeing as you're practically glued to his body.

“Not him.” You say groggily from all the alcohol, damn you inducing the humans and their temporary pleasures. “Not…ah,” Your blood pressure fails you, “is my human body weak? Fuck's sake.” You complain loudly to the air.

“Calm down. I'm here.” He keeps supporting your body, gently touching your scalp to keep you grounded. Giving you a forehead kiss, probably the fault of the alcohol on his system. “Tell me, tell me,” He begs softly.

“My…” You tremble and vomit on the living room's carpet. “Oh, oh, the bloodiest of all Hells. The Devil should just take my body now…. I'm dying of embarrassment.” You put your hand on your temple.

“Darling.” He whispers kindly, and as softly as he can muster to keep you safe. “The humans are way worse, it happens to them all the time. Calm down, please. I can help you,” He lifts your body up and tries to carry you away but you keep trying to get out of his hold. “I'll wash your face for you, I'll do it, I'll help.” He repeats.

The blonde man seeks the crowd, and appears in front of you unexpectedly, “Sister?” He asks.

“Sister?” Loki echoes, as if not believing the man's words. “Is he your brother?”

You could throw up again if your stomach wasn't so empty. You feared you'd only display the gagging sounds, the attempts.

“Two demons?” Someone randomly muttered among the humans. The praying guy smiles gratefully now, kissing his crucifix with bright tears covering his vision.

“Oh, no. I'm an angel.” He gives a bright white smile to the people, and you throw up once again, this time on Loki's shoes.

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Hi!!!

This is my request for peter parker. So Peter is struck with a crush from the moment he meets the new Avenger. Weeks pass and when he finally works up the courage to "make a move” it goes wrong.

Love your work 🧡

Peter Parker x Reader

Peter was told that a new avenger would be joining, and she would also be his age. He rubbed his palms on his jeans as he waited for her to enter the meeting room.

"Asshat," he hears a female voice tell as a girl with beautiful Y/H/C is drug into the room by none other then Tony Stark himself, but she doesn't look as happy as other people would in that situation.

"Do you have any idea how lucky you are I didn't shoot you? You want me to take you back to Hydra, one phone call," Tony threatens. Peter has never seen Tony this mad and is slightly afraid of what this girl did.

"I think you mean how unlucky I am you didn't put me out of my misery," she replies cooly and glances around at the other avengers before giving a small smile, it looks more like a grimace.

"This is Yn," Tony says exasperated as he sits down. Peter wondered why Tony seemed so upset by this girl, Yn.

"What does she do?" Natasha asks with slight interest, anybody who became an avenger had some type of ability.

"Why don't you ask Drekoyv?" Yn replies with a smile and Nat's face goes pale, "Or Mrs. B?" Yn teases and Nat looks uncomfortable. Peter doesn't know why, he didn't even know who those people were.

Clint did, or so Peter thinks by the way Clint tenses up to. Looking around, most of the older avengers all look quite nervous, now.

"That," Tony says pulling out a slide, "the basis of her abilities is espionage, and mind reading. Like Wanda, but she uses it differently," Tony explains.

"No, what he means is I can read your mind completely undetected. If I want you to see the memories I am looking at, I can. But I don't have to," Yn replies. She is clearly not happy to there.

Bucky looks the most threatened by her, "She came from Hydra?" He asks looking at Tony.

"I'm right here you long haired bastard," she replies and Bucky looks shocked,a sly smile appears on Yn's face, "and I know Russian, Mr. Winter Soldier," she seems to mock.

"I don't like her," Steve says standing up, tony stands up and crossed his arms.

"What do you suggest we do with her? She can manipulate the best of guards, and I already know if she escaped Hydra she could escape any cell we put her in," Tony says to Steve who just looks super pissed off.

"It's called telekinesis, I can move things with my mind you idiot," Yn finally admits. Tony looks almost flustered.

"And you couldn't of mentioned that?"

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You didn't like this. The meeting only went on a little longer before you were escorted to a room. You were terrified, all of those... people.

You sighed as you laid down on the bed. This sucked, and the spider boy had been banned from your room, you didn't know why. No you actually did, he had great interest in you. And Tony didn't want his little spider baby to get hurt.

You didn't blame him. You were a monster, what tony doesn't know, is that the main purpose you were trained and experimented on, was to take down the avengers from the inside.

You didn't know if you should. These people might suck, but at least they were better then Hydra. Anything was better then Hydra.

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It had been six weeks since you came to the tower, Peter couldn't stand barely seeing you. You never came to breakfast, it seemed you didn't eat much either, Peter thought that was weird. He didn't question it because he knew hydra was really bad.

"Hey Yn," Peter says when you walk in. You were straight from training, Peter couldn't help but become speechless. Your hair dangled down in wet locks, leggings and a Tshirt we're your attire, but he thought you had never looked hotter.

"Hey Baby Spider," you say and walk past him to grab a cold water. You open the fridge to grab one before walking back over to him.

"You look really pretty," Peter blurts and you smile, Baby Spider had a little crush.

"I don't need to read your mind to see someone has a crush," you say with a laugh as you walk away. You leave Peter blushing in the kitchen.

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This was such a cute idea!

Also, they definitely end up together, Yn gives him a kiss on the cheek just to fluster him the next time they see each other.

Requests are open! My pinned post has all of the people and fandoms I write for!

Also, please reblog if you enjoyed this! Reblogs help a lot!

#peter parker fluff #peter parker #Peter Parker x hydra!reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker fic

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Mad Max - feat David Alexander & Clint Bennet ( and Silvy Gonzalez)

While on a mission to steal from the Daybreakers, that team stumbles on a Drea , unknowing who they had just found

Andrea Brendon Drea had picked up several signals since she was on this path. She wondered if it was really worth the trade, but as he thoughts went to things, she heard a very odd, from the past noise : running engine incoming. She looked back and left the road to hide in some high bushes. She saw what seemed like a hallucination almost fly by. Did she really just see a truck driving by ? Not sure what to make of it, she remained hidden, just in case someone would follow that truck. Unkowingly to her, further down the road was what she had always hoped to find.

Silvy González Silvy should've known that whatever they had planned for this excursion, it was going to go wrong. Silvy, along with Clint and David, were supposed to locate a new escape point in case Redwood got overrun but instead all they found were problems. First a bunch of very hungry walkers and now a bunch of Daybreakers on their own scouting mission. The Redwoodians hid themselves in some bushes as they waited for the Daybreakers to leave but then the sound of a truck thundered through the scene. Silvy groaned as the truck pulled in, complete with more Daybreakers to deal with, bringing the total of them to 6 (three from the scouting mission and three new ones in the truck).

"Now what?" She asked her companions, keeping her voice low. She made sure Clint could see her face and therefore be able to read her lips. "Steal the truck and run them over?" She was half-joking about that.

David Alexander The plan was simple - go out, find an escape point, mark it and report back. Sure, he probably didn't need to bring both Silvy and Clint along but it was better to have strength in numbers, especially with the Daybreakers out there. That and he would feel better seeing two of his friends out and back safely. And it was a good thing he was with them too because things were starting to go to shit rather quickly. He still couldn't fire his bow so he had the .9 mm pistol out and clutched tightly to him in case he would need it to defend themselves, although he preferred not to use it if he didn't need to. The noise could attract too much noise.

He sighed as he spotted the truck and the gaggle of men that were now causing issues for them. "That might not be a bad idea," he muttered as he looked at the truck, "We could lure those walkers we met here and while they mess with that hoard we take the vehicle." Wasn't the best plan, but it could work in a pinch. "Silv, why don't you head back the way we came and get those walker's attention. Clint 'n I will stay here on standby to move in and take the truck. Sound good to you two?"

Clint Bennet When David first approached him about this job, Clint was happy to accept, it seemed easy enough, Clint was to be an extra pair of eyes and extra protection for the two as options for all possible outcomes with this group were considered, surely a get in, get out, home by dinner endeavor. Turned out he should have known better. Taking out the biters was nothing new to him as unexpected as the size of the herd was, they managed to sneak by, only attracting the attention of a couple stragglers which they were able to fight off with fair ease. What he absolutely wasn't expecting was for them to cross paths with the enemy, perfectly unlucky timing especially with the addition of the truck. The trio was quick to hide, weighing their options. Clint appreciated Silvy's gesture of looking at him when speaking, but he pointed out the hearing aid, signaling that it wasn't necessary before he heard David's plan. Silvy was capable, and smaller than them, she'd be able to sneak away easier than their big asses could ever hope to accomplish. "Sounds good t'me… Silv, y'got a gun on ya, just in case shit goes south?" He questions in a hushed tone.

Silvy González While Silvy had been joking about stealing the truck, she wasn't about to argue that point if both David and Clint thought it was a viable option. At this point, there weren't many of those so they needed to take advantage of the ones they stumbled across. She wasn't a huge fan of going back to get the remaining walkers but what other choice did she have right now?

So with this in mind, she nodded to both David and Clint. "Be careful," she warned them. She would never forgive herself if anything happened to either of them during this mess. She made a show of patting the firearm she had strapped to her hip to confirm her answer to Clint's answer before saluting the pair of them. She then crept back the way they came, using her height (or lack of it) to her advantage by staying low and therefore covered from view.

David Alexander David gave Silvy a nod. "You too." Normally he didn't like wishing good luck because, well, that was like saying something was gonna be too easy. Typically it jinxed itself. But considering the circumstances, he felt it was more appropriate to wish it right back. He waited until she was gone before he looked to Clint and nodded to the truck. "When the walkers swarm 'em, I'll head in first and clear a path. You focus on getting to the cab and starting up the engine." He traded out his gun for his hunting knife. "When you get in, lay on the horn. That should get their attention so Silvy can have a free path to us. Sound good to you?"

Clint Bennet Clint's eyes followed as Silvy pointed to her firearm. He didn't like the idea of her or anyone going alone, but the three of them were shit out of luck with this one leaving them limited options. Lips drew into a thin line and he gave Silvy a nod before she scurried off leaving David and Clint on their own. What really stressed him was the thought that with this situation there was no real way for her to let them know if she needed help, any sort of noise, be it from a gun or the radio would draw the attention of the Daybreakers and/or the biters. Clint's brows furrowed at the thought before he turned his attention back to the men talking amongst themselves. They were talking about something, sharing information, his eyes focused on them, trying to pull what he could from the scattered conversation, he caught the words 'Capture' and 'Prisoners', one of them mentioned something about 'Kids' while another brought up 'other groups'. "They're plannin' somethin'. Dunno if it's Redwood though…" Clint spoke in a hushed voice, keeping his eyes glued to the group.

Silvy González It didn't take Silvy long to retrace their steps back to where they had the run-in with the walkers. While she, David and Clint had managed to escape unscathed after killing more than a few of them, the carnage they had left behind had attracted a few more undead stragglers. Silvy sighed and hung her head down as she realised there were now more than she could possibly handle alone. But she didn't have time to think of another plan. David and Clint were depending on her and she wasn't about to let them down.

She lifted her head and recounted the assembled walkers. There was 7 of them, shuffling around and picking off the remains of their fallen brethren. She took in a few deep breaths, one after the one, to prepare for the burst of cardio coming her way. She then jumped out at the walkers. "Hey, dumb fucks!" She yelled at them, waving her arms around to get their attention. And get their attention she did. They caught her scent and the eerie moaning noise walkers were known for started to emanate from them. "That's it, come to Momma." Silvy turned on her heel and began sprinting back to where she had left David and Clint.

The trip back was going well. Too well. Silvy didn't see an upturned tree root and she tripped over it. She slammed into the ground, the wind knocked out of her lungs. She wheezed as she tried to pull herself up. She struggled with gasps to get air back in her lungs. Behind her, the walkers started to close in. "Shit, shit, shit."

Andrea Brendon Drea had waited a couple of minutes before she started to move again. She made her way through the forest , slow and steady. She was making a detour , a wide birth around the road, just in case that truck was meant to be a trap for those around the road. She stopped and ducked behind a tree when she heard moans and gasps. Walkers. However, they didn't seem to be after her , they were eyeing something or someone else. Behind her tree, she peeked again. There was someone on the ground, dead? alive ? savable ? She couldn't tell from where she was standing. She looked away, this could be a good way to just move on, past this hurdle and to the location she wanted. However, she was a woman of service, she was not able , even now, to leave anyone behind. The woman put her scarf up, closed her jacket , tightened her neck protection and arm protections, took her knife and approached. They were 7 , but one was already if not on the person on the ground , she started running and just managed to put the knife into the walker's head before he could do any harm. She took the knife out and pushed the dead torwards the other walkers. "Up up up, you can walk ? " she asked , pulling what was a woman up.

Silvy González One of the walkers had caught up to her and Silvy felt it trying to grab at her. She put all of her strength in pushing herself up from the ground so she could fight this thing off of her and running as fast as she could. Silvy was in the midst of getting up when another being rushed into the scene. For half a second, Silvy thought it might be David but that didn't make sense. He was too far away to get here to rescue her so quickly. And the person saving her ass was smaller than David. The walker was dealt with, its corpse shoved to bowl over the others still shambling towards them. Silvy looked at her hero before pulling herself back to her feet. Her right ankle felt tight from tripping over that root but she could put her weight on it. "Yeah, yeah, I can walk. Thank you." Silvy narrowed at her eyes at her hero, a spark of recognition trying to tell her something. Nah, Silvy was getting mixed up. Maybe she hit her head on the fall downwards. "C'mon, follow me," she said, pulling her hero with her so she could still lead the remaining walkers back to the Daybreakers.

Andrea Brendon It took more time than it should have, really, for the information to get to her brain and then really comprehend what was happening. It was like a slap in the face. A real one, like seeing a ghost. Walkers were all of the sudden really not important anymore, in fact, she forgot about them. Maybe she had a fever, maybe it was a dream, maybe a lot of maybes she hadto snap out of it because she was pulled away from the still approaching walkers. That too made her so confused as to why , what who, where. The wheels were turning so hard ,and so fast that she had nothing to say. "Wait… hold….hold on….hold on…." she shook her head. "What the fuck is going on here….what …where….WHY are you alive ????"

Silvy González Silvy did not have time for this. Whatever this person's problem was, it was going to have to wait. Silvy needed to get these walkers back to where she had left David and Clint immediately. She couldn't stop now and discuss exactly why she was alive. What kind of question was that anyway?! However, underneath all of that, Silvy's instincts were screaming at her to slow down and get a proper look at the person who had just saved her from that one walker. She wanted to go against her instincts but so far, those instincts got her through some of the toughest shit a person has had to face. So she looked at her hero, narrowing her eyes as she tried to determine what her instincts already knew.

"Drea?"

It was as if the whole world fell away from Silvy and she was now in freefall. She must be hallucinating. She must have hit her head and she was now unconscious because there is no way in which her best friend, Drea Brandon, was stood in front of her now. Drea was dead and Silvy was hallucinating. Right?

David Alexander David wasn't watching the men so much as he was watching down the road where Silvy would be coming with the hoard of Walkers. While he didn't think that Silvy would have any issues, anything could happen out here. He would be able to breathe once he saw Silvy returning. But Clint's comments do finally turn his attention back to the group. "What are they plannin'?" he asked, knowing full well that Clint would be able to ascertain it better than he could with his lip reading.

Clint Bennet Lips drew into a thin line as he continued to watch. The view made it difficult but he tried his best, piecing things together as he focused on the one that mentioned "prisoners". "Sayin' somethin' about capturin' prisoners n' kids…" He replied to give David what little information he was able to gather. With the other turned away from him he could only catch half of what the two were saying but he felt a chill run down his spine when he clearly was able to make out "west of the stream" immediately bringing Redwood to his mind. "It's gotta be th'community they're talkin' about…" What else could it be? His mind raced more frustrated by the information they were missing.

David Alexander David's gut felt heavier. He didn't like this. He wanted nothing more than to stop these assholes from whatever they were planning but Clint and himself were no match for the sheer number of them. "If it is, this is bad. Means they know where we are." His fingers tap in a slow rhythm on the hilt of his knife. "We'll give Silvy another couple of minutes. If she's not here, we're gonna have to draw their attention."

Clint Bennet Chewing the inside of his lip, Clint brought his attention back to David. "Can't tell if these fucks are headed there now… If we can capture one of em, we can git more information 'bout what they know. What they're plannin'." He pointed out. "If it comes down t' that, I'll move further up th'road, draw em t'me. Y' can pick a few of em off before they know any better, yer a better shot than I am, th' sound of gunfire should light a fire under Silvy's ass."

Andrea Brendon Time stood still as Drea slowly pulled her scarf down to reveal her face to Silvy and indeed it was her. For a moment she just stood dumbfounded at the idea that the woman in front of her was indeed Silvy. And then she snapped back into reality and just went forward to hug her. Hug her so tightly that she was going to suffocate her. The emotion was just too strong and her priority was on that moment, not the walkers, not the situation, not anything else.

Silvy González Silvy was still certain she was hallucinating, even as the other woman pulled her mask off to reveal she was wearing Drea's face underneath. All she could do was stare at her while trying to make sense of this senseless scene. Drea was dead. Drea wasn't here. This wasn't possible.

And yet, despite the impossibility of it all, Drea was pulling Silvy in for a tight hug. Silvy was barely able to lift her arms to hug 'Drea' back but then something clicked within Silvy. Something about the feel of Drea's arms around her, the sound of her voice, her scent somehow detectable underneath everything else. Silvy's senses were screaming at her that this really was Drea, alive and in the flesh.

Silvy let out a strangled sounding sob as she latched onto Drea, hugging her back with just as much desperation and intensity. And Silvy wasn't planning on ever letting go but those fucking walkers had to ruin things. They had managed to close in, close enough for Silvy to smell them. "No time to explain," she said to Drea as she pulled back from their embrace. Instead she took Drea by the hand and started to drag her with her as she ran.

Andrea Brendon The woman had a million questions, a million thoughts. She did not understand why Silvy was not trying to get rid of the walkers, or why she was in such an urge. She realized she may have missing pieces to this story. Even if she did not fully comprehend how she could just randomly find her friend, or why now, after months of this, she followed, no questions leaving her lips. She just held on tightly to her hand and ran with her to wherever she was taking her.

Silvy González It was as if Silvy could run forever now she had her Drea back. Silvy clung onto Drea's hand, like her life depended on holding onto her. All she had to do was lead the walkers back to the Daybreakers, help David and Clint, and then she and Drea could reunite properly and figure out how on earth they managed to find one another again.

They followed the trail back to where Silvy had left David and Clint. Breathless, she came to a stop next to her Redwood friends, bringing Drea to croach down with her. "Drea, David, Clint." Silvy rush through their introductions. "Walkers inbound, where you want 'em?" She asked, looking to David and Clint for instruction.

David Alexander David didn't like the plan but if Silvy didn't show up soon then they would have to. "Alright, I'll keep them off of ya, but no unnecessary risks, understood?"

But thankfully he heard footsteps coming from Silvy's direction. He held up his knife until he saw Silvy and he relaxed, until he saw the stranger with her. Before he could ask she was hastily making introductions. The story could come later. "Right up the road. That's when Clint and I move in. You ready, Clint?"

Clint Bennet He nodded his head at David's instruction, he was just about to turn to mentally plan a path when Silvy's figure broke through the tall grass, he was just about to make a joke about taking the scenic route when he spotted the other person with her. First instinct was to go on the defensive but Silvy quickly made it clear that she was a friendly and he let out a sigh of relief. With the now 4 against 6 their odds were a little better. "We gotta keep one alive t'git information from. They were talkin' 'bout some concernin' shit." He reminded David and informed the others. His hand patted David's shoulder and he pulled his knife from it's sheath, giving a nod and a "Ready."

Andrea Brendon Drea made a hand sign to the two men after they went to them. She followed with her eyes to stop on the truck she had seen earlier. She looked back at Silvy, then the two men. "You wanna just explain to me what I stumbled into here ? Between herding walkers and these guys, what the fuck is up with that ?" she asked , whispering. They owed her as much if she was going to put her life on the line, which she would for Silvy anyway, but she needed just the short version of context.

Silvy González Silvy was about to take off running in the direction where David said to lead the walkers but Drea's demand stopped her. She sighed and turned back to Drea, putting her hands on the other woman's shoulders. "Those guys over there are bad news. We're about to ruin their days and steal their truck. If you want no part in this, fine. But don't try to stop us either, ok?"

Clint Bennet Clint nearly fell over himself when the other told them to stop, he was frustrated not having any idea who this person was having suddenly been inserted into their team. "Silvy, who th'fuck is this? 'N not just a name, that don't tell us shit." He all but snapped, though kept his voice low. What if she was part of the Daybreaker group and was trying to insert herself to ruin what they had planned? What if she shot them dead right here while they were hiding?

Andrea Brendon "I'm not , I just need to know who's your crew and who is not. " she looked behind Silvy. "Can I get the bike with the truck ? " she asked, reaaally wanting a bike ever since everything went to shit. While her sister had every ounce of attention, the man's voice caught her attention. " Well aren't you a charmer , bubblegum. " she commented in almost a growl. " She's my best friend. You don't talk to her like that unless you want my fist in your nuts. "she added, more out of habit that no one was allowed foul language when talking to Silvy, then a personal attack. She then looked at the other man. "Hey Hannibal Smith, where you want me ? "

David Alexander David looked over at the three of them. "Okay, right now? Not the time. We'll figure out the whole who's who and whatnot later, unless y'all'd rather risk getting into a fight with seven heavily armed guys?" He cast a glance to the new blonde and raised his brow with a lack of amusement. "You stay put here until the coast is clear and you get into the bed of the truck and pull Silvy in. Good on the plan? Good. Now Silv, get to moving before we lose the element of surprise." 5 janvier 2024

Clint Bennet He was about to fire something back to the girl, something about his issue not being with Silvy, but David's voice cut through before he could utter anything and set him straight, refocusing on David and his plan. Nodding his head he looked back to Silvy. "I'll cover ya, stick close 'n I'll git ya up there. We'll be drivin' off before they know what happened."

Silvy González Silvy nodded as David took control of the situation. She reached out for Drea's hand and gave it a quick, firm squeeze, her way of telling Drea to trust her and that she'll explain everything later once the imminent threats had been taken care of. She sent a wink to Clint to confirm his plan and then she took off, leaving her friends behind again. Staying low to the ground, she got herself into position to flag down the incoming walkers and direct them towards the Daybreakers.

Andrea Brendon Drea was about to argue, but then she just decided to say nothing. They didn't want her help ? Fine, she wouldn't give them her help and just remain hidden in this spot like a sitting duck. She watched as they all went closer, and then watched Silvy get to her part of the job.

Clint Bennet He watched the two women carefully, He didn't trust the new one yet, but Silvy seemed to trust her completely. That was enough for him in this circumstance, not like he had a whole lot of room to question it. Without another word, things were in motion. Clint followed close behind Silvy, keeping his eye out as she caught the walker's attention, they began moving slowly in the right direction, just according to plan. Alright, one thing down. Clint tapped Silvy's arm and started to make his way towards the vehicle, keeping himself as low as he could before they reached the truck. He considered hoisting her up but realized that there might be another of the Daybreaker crew tucked away in the bed. Climbing up as carefully and quietly as he could, he was relieved to see no one else was in the vehicle. He reached his hand out to Silvy and pulled her in with him. "The window t'the cabin is open. Think y'can squeeze yerself in?" He whispered, keeping low.

David Alexander David watched as Clint wandered off with Silvy and he sighed. "Alright, change in plan, kid," he muttered, looking to the blonde, "You're with me. We're on Daybreaker duty. We're gonna take them out to clear a path for Silvy and Clint, got it?" He didn't give her much time to agree as he motioned at her to follow him. "Stay close and if things go South, you high tail it to the truck."

David led the way out of the bushes and stabbed the first Daybreaker he saw in the neck. Their attention was pretty well occupied with the Walkers Silvy had led but a few had noticed the living. He nodded at Drea to take the one that was heading towards Silvy while he went after one heading towards Clint.

Silvy González Silvy waited as the walkers came into view. She sprung up from her hiding place and waved her hands in the air to get the attention of the shambling walkers. Only one seemed to notice her so instead she ran out and got closer to them. That was when they caught her scent. Almost in unison, the walkers shifted their direction of travel towards Silvy. Silvy grinned at them before darting back to where Clint was.

Together she and Clint crept quickly to the truck. She waited as Clint checked to make sure the vehicle was empty before they tried to steal it. When he pulled her up, she peered at the small but open window. She started to shed the supplies she had strapped to her body. "If I get stuck, I'm blaming you entirely." She gave Clint a smirk before squeezing herself through the opening. It was a tight fit, almost too tight, but she got in. She unlocked the doors so Clint could get in too. "You ever hotwire a truck before?" She asked him once he joined her.

Andrea Brendon Drea perked up and nodded. She did not have much training in being in a duo to off people, but she had to survive more than once to just not see them as people. It wasn't easy , even now, but she knew that sometimes when it came to protecting the people you loved, you had tro do ugly things. There was no way she would let anything happen to Silvy. She stopped when David went for his Daybreaker and watched carefully his back to notify him if there was one more looking at them. Thankfully there wasn't. She took her knife out of her booth and snuck through some bushes. She wasn't very tall, but that was an advantage now. She jumped up, stabbed the Daybreaker and brought him down with him to finish the job and have him be hidden in the bushes. She noticed a radio and took it, as well as a pistol. She came closer to David and handed him their radio, he would do more with it than her. She then pointed at 1 daybreaker on top of the truck. "You got some sniping skills per chance? " she whispered.

David Alexander David took down the Daybreaker and was crouching down to stay low and out of sight. He watched Drea out of the corner of his eye - she was good. The other four were taking care of the Walkers but he wasn't focused on them - they'd be overrun soon. Drea pointed out the guy on top of the truck and he nodded as he flipped his knife so he was grabbing the knife. Without a confirmation he threw it and watched as the blade pierced between the guy's eyes, killing him before he knew what hit him. "Alright, let's get out of here." He pointed to the bike for her to take. "You still want to keep that? She's all yours." He grabbed his knife from the body before climbing into the cab. "Let's get out of here before the others notice what's up." 10 janvier 2024

Silvy González With Clint's help, Silvy got the truck's engine to rumble into life. Silvy let out a delighted laugh at the sound of the engine. She glanced over to see David climbing into the cab. "Where's Drea?" Any sign of joy or amusement about the engine working was gone from Silvy's face, replaced by panic. "Where is she?"

Andrea Brendon "You are Hannibal…" she simply muttered under her breath as he perfectly aligned that shot. Impressed she was indeed. She looked at David, then at David and if she had not just killed a man, she would have probably expressed her christmas joy to that random man. Instead she held it in and nodded. While he was climbing into the cab, she went to the bike. "Hello beautiful." she was also lucky, because the keys were still there too. Perfect. She started it, had a little orgasm from the sound and roared the engine. Not really able to hear Silvy at all, and knowing that once they were out of there, they could really talk, she just drove off, planning on letting the truck over take her further down the road, because, well she still didn't know where their settlement was.

David Alexander David got into his seat and pulled his gun just in case they would need some cover on the way out, but it looked like the Walkers were doing what they needed. He took a breath and looked at Silvy, his brow furrowing a bit before he nodded to the blonde who was running off on the bike. "She's right there. You wanna drive this thing and catch up or keep sitting around?"

Clint Bennet With a little effort and shedding off some supplies, Silvy was luckily able to slip herself through the small back window. Once she was in and unlocked the door, he grabbed her things from the bed of the truck and hopped down to join her in the cab. Through the windows, he saw David and Drea make their move, but his attention was drown back to Silvy when she needed the truck to be hotwired. "Yep, gotcha." He stated before moving down to the floor panel and popping the cover on the drivers side out. He located the four wires he would need, stripping the plastic from their ends and twisted the brown and pink around the red positive charge wire before touching the starter wire to them, starting the engine. Just as soon as the car was started David had joined them. Clint wiggled his way up from the floor panel, ending up in the middle, listening to the two before seeing the new person fly off with the motorcycle. "C'mon, Silv, let's catch up."

Andrea Brandon Andrea slowed down , and looked behind her. It took a minute, but she saw the truck approaching. She sighed in relief, let it pass her, and followed close behind. They reached the gates of Redwood , she stopped next to the truck and pulled her scarf down again. She looked around and waited for David or Clint to explain to her what the protcol was, while Silvy put the truck in a safer area , away from the door.

David Alexander BOT — 16/01/2024 22:57 The truck pulled up next to Drea and he rolled down the window while he waited for the gates to open up and allow them in. "Alright, here's the deal, kid. When we get inside I want you to follow me. We're gonna drop off these and then I'm gonna take you over to the precinct we got. It's nothing personal - just a quarantine thing. Then I'll let the Council know you're here and someone will be by shortly to talk with ya. I'll get ya some food as well while you wait. Got it?"

Andrea Brandon "Sounds fair to me. Your playground , your rules. " She handed him her backpack. "Hopefully you are as decent as you make this place out to be." she added and sighed. She hoped that this Council whatever, would not let her rot in a cell, cause they were busy with an upcoming war or something. She'll have time to think and know if she'll stick around or not. "Lead the way …David was it ? …and Clint" she pointed at the other male. 17 janvier 2024

David Alexander David took the backpack from her and slung it over his shoulder. He simply grunted and nodded as he motioned for her to follow him. "Yep, that's our names. Don't worry, this place is a pretty well-oiled machine." He looked to Clint. "You good taking care of these while I escort our new friend to the precinct?"

Clint Bennet Pulling up to the community, everyone was pretty quick to get out, which Clint was grateful for, feeling squished sat in the middle. He also slid out and stretched his legs, the mother in law seat was not kind for his long ass legs even for the short distance. When the new arrival mentioned him he gave a nod, not really sure how to navigate her yet. When David asked if he could handle bringing the vehicles in he gave a simple "Yeah, got it, boss." And decided to take the bike inside first. He retrieved the keys and revved the engine before he rode it past the gates.

Andrea Brandon Drea really hoped they would give her that bike again, she felt almost possessive when she saw it leave with someone that wasn't her. Yet she did not say anything. "Well if it's well-oiled, then I shall be shat out of that cell , pronto." she joked , but mostly to herself. She followed David to the precinct and welcomed her new home for the forseeable future. Not sure, just how she had managed to find herself in this situation and hijacking some random group with another random group, but then again, she was Andrea, those things only could happen to her.

#plotdaybreaker.001

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tonystarktogo · 2 years

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For ironwidowhawk, how about a good breaking-out-of-a-kidnapping scenario? (Love your writing, btw 💙)

“Hold on a sec.” Tony raises his hands in a universal shut-the-fuck-up-I-need-a-moment-to-process-your-fucking-dumbassery gesture and flips his faceplate up.

One that doesn’t seem to be as universal as it should, given the way the villain of the week blinks at him. But Tony doesn’t have the time to educate the poor, soon to be dead fuck right now because any second now he’s going to be brutally murdered and Tony is so not down to getting caught in the crossfire.

No way, no how. Last time was plenty. As a matter of fact, last time was enough for more than one life.

“Are you telling me we’re here to rescue Black Widow?!”

The clueless, unlucky asshole preens.

“Did you truly believe your affections for your team mate would remain hidden from I, the-” she continues to prattle on self-importantly. Apparently she hasn’t realized that she’s a dead woman walking yet.

The lucky idiot.

Which leaves Tony to whirl around to present idiot number two.

“Did you know about this?”

Clint, at least, has gone gratifyingly pale. Clearly he also remembers the last time they’d attempted to rescue Natasha before she had indicated she needed rescuing.

Fuck, is Fury trying to get them killed? Actually, no. Never mind. There’s an obvious answer here and a very obviously guilty party too.

“What the fuck did you do to piss Coulson off this time?” Tony demands, half a second before the door explodes inwards into the room, knocking the still japping villain out.

And possibly breaking more than a few bones.

“What are you doing here?”

#ReRe answers #ReRe writes #this is super random #i have no idea what i'm doing #but it's #ironwidowhawk #so i have no regrets #Clint Barton #Tony Stark #Natasha Romanoff #ignore Coulson's passive-aggression at your own peril #drabble

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ghoulsister1 · 7 months

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SpookTober Masterlist

👻🎃🍂👻🎃🍂👻🎃🍂👻🎃🍂👻🎃🍂👻🎃🍂👻🎃

~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~☆~

🕸Day 1: ☆●~Shopping For Halloween~●☆ Albert Blithe

🎃Day 2: ☆●~The Prize Pumpkin~●☆ Miche Zacharias

🍎Day 3: ☆●~Apples & Company~●☆ Edward Leeford (Monks)

🧋Day 4: ☆●~Taste Of Autumn~●☆ Clint

🕷Day 5: ☆●~Eight Legged.....Freak?~●☆ Lucifer

🌕Day 6: ☆●~Moonlight Stroll~●☆ Dracule Mihawk

🦇Day 7: ☆●~Your Winged Spy~●☆ Dracula (2006)

🍂Day 8: ☆●~War Of The Leaves~●☆ Dante Sparda

🏚Day 9: ☆●~A Case Of The Paranormal~●☆ Piet Van Der Valk

🏕Day 10: ☆●~A Night In The Woods~●☆ Miche Zacharias

👹Day 11: ☆●~Cheese & Bad Dreams~●☆ The Corinthian

🐈‍⬛Day 12: ☆●~Curbing Old Superstitions~●☆ Captain Kuro

🎬Day 13: ☆●~Unlucky Number?~●☆ Danny Blue

🦉Day 14: ☆●~A Witch's Best Friend~●☆ Jonathan Teatime

🦋Day 15: ☆●~Mother Of Moths~●☆ Athos

🧪Day 16: ☆●~Just A Spoonful Of Love~●☆ Comte De Rochefort

⚘️Day 17: ☆●~A Visitor In The Garden~●☆ The Gentleman With Thistledown Hair

🐦‍⬛Day 18: ☆●~ The Raven’s Call~●☆ Edward Leeford (Monks)

🫕Day 19: ☆●~Bubble & Trouble~●☆ Manfred Von Richtofen

🕯Day 20: ☆●~When The Lights Go Out~●☆ Danny Blue

🎴Day 21: ☆●~The Cards Reveal All~●☆ Hiromu Takahashi

🔮Day 22: ☆●~Glimpse Into The Future~●☆ Captain Kuro

🩸Day 23: ☆●~Dinner For Two~●☆ Dracula (2006)

👻Day 24: ☆●~Ghostly Visit~●☆ Albert Blithe

👽Day 25: ☆●~Cryptid Theories~●☆ Hiromu Takahashi & Elton Pope (Poly!)

💀Day 26: ☆●~Groovey Bones~●☆ Dante Sparda

😈Day 27: ☆●~Envy Is A Great Sin~●☆ Lucifer

🐺Day 28: ☆●~The Big Bad Wolf~●☆ Bob Fink

🍭Day 29: ☆●~Sweet Tooth~●☆ Monkey D. Luffy

🪦Day 30: ☆●~Remembrance~●☆ Clint

#spooky prompts #spooktober 31 days prompts #spooktober #spooktober masterlist #masterlist #october #october prompts

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tireironmybeloved · 7 months

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Bold if applies. Italics if sometimes.

tagged by: the always effervescent @thedickgraysonrp tagging: @invidentius @hxllblazer / @passingways [gemma or shaw] @normaltothemax [clint, stiles, or max] @babydxhl @goldentemplariumcrow [dio] @dramatisperscnae [dick or bucky] and anyone else who hasn't and wants to? [feel free to skip out if i tagged you and you don't want it of course]

#{ personal files } about #{ dash games }

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hwkeyejr · 1 year

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𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : katherine 'kate' elizabeth bishop

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒)

general: kate, katie,

tony: princess peach, peaches, minion (and it caused a FIGHT),

clint: kiddo

comics specific: the other hawkeye, hawkette, Ladybro, Lady Hawkeye, Lady Hawkman, Hawkingbird, Kate-Hawk, Hawk-ess,

╳ 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒.

♔ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇𝐒.

🖌 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 & 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒.

tagged by: @t0nystrk

#𝐎𝐎𝐂 / mc pizza

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buckybarnesbingo · 1 year

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BBB Flash Bingo Roundup!

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Title: Every Week Collaborator(s): hulkling616 Link: ao3 Square: B - Backstory Ship(s): N/A Major tags/warnings: References to canon trauma , Bucky Barnes Recovering, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes Feels Summary: Bucky comes up with a new backstory every week to keep himself safe from harm. Word count: 100 words

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Title: Begin Again Collaborator(s): hulkling616 Link: ao3 Square: B - Brooklyn Ship(s): N/A Major tags/warnings: References to canon trauma, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier Summary: In Brooklyn Bucky finds himself again. Word count: 100 words

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Title: No Hope Collaborator(s): hulkling616 Link: ao3 Square: B - Battle Ship(s): N/A Major tags/warnings: Trauma, Unhappy Ending, PTSD, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Bucky Barnes Feels Summary: Every day is a battle for Bucky. Word count: 100 words

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Title: Better Together Collaborator(s): Hulkling616 Link: ao3 Square: B - Bed Ship(s): Bucky/Steve Major tags/warnings: PTSD, Trauma, Nightmares, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Bucky Barnes Feels, Getting Back Together, Literal Sleeping Together, Happy Ending Summary: Bucky's bed is too big and too cold and too empty. He doesn't sleep well. Word count: 715 words

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Title: Good Collaborator(s): Hulkling616 Link: ao3 Square: B - Beefy Ship(s): Bucky/Steve Major tags/warnings: None, Getting Together, Bucky Barnes Recovering, First Kiss Summary: Bucky asks Steve what he thinks about Bucky's body. Word count: 300 words

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Title: Some Dramatics First Collaborator(s): Every-Marveler-Ever Link: tumblr Square: U - Unlucky Ship(s): Sam Wilson/James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange Major tags/warnings: Sitting in campus prison cell, bail out, Sitting in campus prison cell, bail out, sleeping on the couch, Tony Stark Is Dramatic Summary: Bucky Barnes wouldn’t say that he is unlucky, but he’s certainly not the luckiest person in the world, it’s exactly what he’s thinking while sitting in the campus jail cell. But he has an (okay) friend who can bail him out, it might just take some dramatics first. Word count: 641

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Title: Magic and Middle-Earth Collaborator(s): Every-Marveler-Ever Link: tumblr Square: U - Undone Ship(s): Stephen Strange/Tony Stark Major tags/warnings: JK Rowling is mentioned., Bucky reads the Hobbit, Avengers Bookclub, Movie Night, Body Swap Summary: Stephen doesn’t like when people take his notes or idea for Avengers book club which leads Bucky and Peter into an interesting situation, almost punishment for Bucky loving the Hobbit so much. Word count: 922

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Title: Wyrd Connections Collaborator(s): Caiti Link: tumblr Square: B - Brooklyn Ship(s): Poly mix(es) of Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Darcy Lewis, Clint Barton, Jane Foster, Betty Ross, Frank Castle. Major tags/warnings: Mood boards, AU: Supernatural/Fantasy Summary: Unexpected connections blossom when powers come together to protect their city. Word count: Mood board

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Title: A Soldier for a Duke (Chapter 2: The Library) Collaborator(s): SomeSortofItalianRoast Link: ao3 Square: C - Covert Ship(s): pre-Tony/bucky Major tags/warnings: none, Alternate Universe - Regency, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Summary: Anthony Stark, the Duke of Hastings, and Sergent James Barnes share an encounter in the library. Word count: 2126

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Title: sometimes walking out is the one thing that will find you the right thing Collaborator(s): Winnie Link: ao3 Square: B - backstory Ship(s): n/a Major tags/warnings: mentions of suicide, depression, canon winter soldier-typical issues, AU, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, bucky barnes recovering Summary: Deconstructing decades of brainwashing isn't easy, but it isn't impossible either. Bucky has friends, therapy, and a new life to await him, and he's ready for it. Word count: 1047

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Title: Laughter, Relationships and Partners Collaborator(s): Every-Marveler-Ever Link: tumblr Square: U - Underdog Ship(s): Tony Stark/James ‘Rhodey’ Rhodes/James 'Bucky’ Barnes Major tags/warnings: Relationship drama, Open relationship, Marriage open relationship, Bad communication, Bucky Barnes is confused, bad communication, established Tony/Rhodey Summary: It wasn’t Bucky’s intention to get between a relationship, especially not one as strong as Rhodey and Tony’s, but in his defence, he didn’t know they were dating. (A bad description). Word count: 1601

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Title: Finding My Way To You Collaborator(s): scottxlogan Link: ao3 Square: U - Unlucky Ship(s): Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes Major tags/warnings: Heavy Angst, Sexting, References to Depression, Sexual Content, Hurt Tony Stark, Self-Esteem Issues, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Heavy Angst, Sexting, Enemies to Lovers, Secret Identity, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, References to Depression, Touch-Starved, Online Dating, Online Relationship, Sexual Content, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt Tony Stark, Dark Tony Stark, Hurt Bucky Barnes, Self-Esteem Issues, Misunderstandings, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Adult Content Summary: After life has thrown him an unexpected curve Tony is in a bit of a slump in his personal life. After his break-up with Pepper, Tony thought he was fine. That is until Pepper moved on with someone new and an injury has Tony facing the idea of spending his life alone. Caught up in what he sees as himself having a mid-life crisis Tony joins a dating app where he finds someone special in the most unexpected of ways. The problem is that with Tony life is never as easy as he hopes for it to be and with his new love brings new complications to his world in the most unexpected of ways. Word count: 9849

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Title: Best Baby Bucky Collaborator(s): buckyismybicycle Link: ao3 Square: K - Kidfic Ship(s): Bucky & Steve & Sam Major tags/warnings: N/A, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Baby Bucky Summary: On the doorstep of their shitty hideout (an abandoned cabin in the middle of the Alps) a basket with a swaddle of blue, a tuft of curly, brown hair sticking out. They don’t need the card to see who it is, the loopy cursive “James Buchanan Barnes” mocking them more than anything. Sam has to blink a few times because — ah, shit. Word count: 1663

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Title: Finding My Way To You (Chapter 2) Collaborator(s): scottxlogan Link: ao3 Square: U - Undone Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Major tags/warnings: Heavy Angst, References to Depression, Self-Esteem Issues, Sexual Content, Self-Worth Issues, self sabotaging, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Sexting, Enemies to Lovers, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Touch-Starved, Online Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt Tony Stark, Dark Tony Stark, Hurt Bucky Barnes, Misunderstandings, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Adult Content, Mild Language Summary: Tony makes a decision on whether or not to accept his online flirtation's sexy proposal to meet up. When a chance meeting in the elevator brings Tony face to face with Bucky Barnes a tense meeting follows and some shocking truths begin to surface. Will it spell the end of Tony's online romance or the beginning of something altogether different for Tony moving forward? Word count: 12,261

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Title: A Little Love, That's All Collaborator(s): Purple Link: ao3 Square: Y - Yearning Ship(s): James (Bucky) Barnes/Steve Rogers Major tags/warnings: Emotional Insecurity, Loneliness, Inner Homophobia, No Archive Warnings Apply, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Touch-Starved, Lonely Steve Rogers, Pining, 1940s, Bucky Wasn't Drafted Summary: Steve Rogers doesn’t know how to flirt. Steve Rogers is in love with his best friend. Steve Rogers' best friend goes out to a club every Saturday to pick up a lady. The solution? Go with him. Word count: 4.1k

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Title: what I learned from all those years, what I earned from all those tears Collaborator(s): Winnie Link: ao3 Square: U - undone Ship(s): steve rogers/bucky barnes Major tags/warnings: mentions of past depression and depressive mindsets, ocean sex, public handjobs, domestic fluff, established relationship Summary: Steve and Bucky go on a nice summer holiday and realize some important things, then celebrate. Word count: 2000 words

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Title: the key to sass-sex Collaborator(s): buckyismybicycle Link: ao3 Square: K - Key Ship(s): Bucky x Sam Wilson Major tags/warnings: N/A, Snarky Sassy Characrers, hate sex but not really Summary: There's snark, there's sex and there's some unspoken feelings. Word count: 1180

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Title: the freezer hidden within the hidden freezer Collaborator(s): SomeSortofItalianRoast Link: ao3 Square: C - Cold Ship(s): N/A Major tags/warnings: not a very happy fic?, POV Erik Killmonger, POV Bucky Barnes, Canon-Typical Violence, Missing Scene, What-If, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, winter soldier words, Canon Temporary Character Death, Canon Divergence - Black Panther (2018) Summary: After apparently killing King T’Challa in ritual combat, Erik Killmonger explores Shuri’s labs. A hidden freezer reveals a secret weapon, the Winter Soldier. Word count: 1027

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Title: Get Your Shit Together So I Can Love You Collaborator(s): Winnie Link: ao3 Square: B - battle Ship(s): Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Major tags/warnings: closeted character, established relationship, domestic disputes, angst with a happy ending,everyone needs and gets a hug Summary: Steve and Bucky have a fight and Bucky has a good long think about being in the closet with Steve and all of Steve's baggage. Word count: 1450

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Title: Finding My Way To You (Chapter 3) Collaborator(s): scottxlogan Link: ao3 Square: U - Underdog Ship(s): Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes Major tags/warnings: Heavy Angst, References to Depression, Self-Esteem Issues, Sexual Content, Self-Worth Issues, self sabotaging, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Sexting, Enemies to Lovers, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Touch-Starved, Online Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt Tony Stark, Dark Tony Stark, Hurt Bucky Barnes, Misunderstandings, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Adult Content, Mild Language Summary: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44969335/chapters/113562307 Word count: 12,874

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Title: The Thief Collaborator(s): Sivan325 Link: ao3 Square: U - Uniform Ship(s): Stucky Major tags/warnings: none, Modern Setting - AU Summary: “I know,” Steve said, grinning as he removed the handcuffs from his uniform belt and walked toward his boyfriend, “James Buchanan Barnes, You are under arrest,” Word count: 100

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Title: the fae behind the mirror Collaborator(s): SomeSortofItalianRoast Link: ao3 Square: C - Crack Ship(s): N/A Major tags/warnings: None, Fae & Fairies, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Literal Sleeping Together, Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Pre-Steve/Buckyy Summary: A cracked mirror leads to a close encounter of the third (Fae)kind. Word count: 1932

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Title: Fanfic Collaborator(s): Metalbvcky Link: ao3 Square: C - Crack Ship(s): Steve/Bucky Major tags/warnings: N/A, Post-Avengers (2012), Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Crack Treated Seriously Summary: Bucky come home from work only to struggle to with a jammed lock, and his very drunk neighbor, Captain America, breaks his door down to help him inside. Word count: 2866

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Title: Coffee shop [Moodboard] Collaborator(s): SomeSortofItalianRoast Link: tumblr Square: C - Coffee shop Ship(s): pre-Bucky/Darcy Major tags/warnings: none, coffee shops and cafes, coffee, moodboard Summary: An accidental discovery of the best coffee shop (the only coffee shop) in the small town he's been sent to recover in after being injured in a special ops mission gives wounded veteran Sergeant James "Bucky" Barnes a reason to leave the house, to do his PT, to work at becoming who he was before the injury. The barista working behind the bar is funny, and always chears him up. He could see himself wanting to get to know her better. Thankfully, Darcy Lewis feels the same way. Word count: Moodboard

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Title: Don't Collaborator(s): nolanfa Link: tumblr Square: U - Ultimatum Ship(s): Tony/Steve Major tags/warnings: N/A, grey-ish Steve, the f-ing WSC Summary: Tony tries to keep Steve from doing something they'd all regret (art for Lay in the Wake of Destruction, by sara_holmes) Word count: 1 gif, 26 seconds

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Title: Lit From Within Collaborator(s): Winnie Link: ao3 Square: B - Brooklyn Ship(s): Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Major tags/warnings: very brief mention of standard TWS trauma, established relationship,canon divergence,domestic fluff Summary: It's snowing in Brooklyn, and Steve and Bucky go out to the beach. They are ridiculously in love. That's it, that's all. Word count: 1700 words

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Title: Jailhouse Rock Collaborator(s): Smutconnoisseur Link: tumblr Square: C - Covert Ship(s): James 'Bucky' Barnes/Steve Rogers Major tags/warnings: Explicit sexual content, prison, sex in confessional - but no religious themes., Explicit content, Prison, Exhibitionism, Confessional Sex, No Overall Religious Themes, Covert Operation, Established Relationship, Happy Ending Summary: "I love you too." Bucky swallows down the knot forming in his throat, meaning they must say goodbye soon. He reaches down, smoothing out the numbers on the back of Steve's jumpsuit. "Inmate 25147." Word count: Word Count : 1,900

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Title: The Fist, Defeated Collaborator(s): PoliZ Link: ao3 Square: U - Underdog Ship(s): Isaiah Bradley vs the Soldier Major tags/warnings: canon-typical violence, Double drabble, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier compliant, hand to hand combat, canon-typical violence, Alternating POV Summary: The Soldier finds himself facing off against a man who is faster and more powerful than he has any right to be - and he needs to find out how. Word count: 200

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Title: Come Again Some Other Day Collaborator(s): PoliZ Link: ao3 Square: U - Unlucky Ship(s): n/a (Bucky x happiness) Major tags/warnings: none, Introspection, Internal Monologue, Recovering!Bucky, Memories Summary: Bucky had always hated getting caught out in the rain. Word count: 527

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Title: Clothes Make the Man Collaborator(s): PoliZ Link: ao3 Square: U - Uniform Ship(s): Bucky & Steve Major tags/warnings: none, Drabble, Introspection, Internal Monologue, Memories, CA:TFA compliant, missing scene Summary: On the eve of Project Insight; Steve takes on another, more personal mission. Word count: 100

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Title: Make My Heart Come All Undone - Chapter 2 Collaborator(s): PoliZ Link: ao3 Square: U - Undone Ship(s): Bucky/Tony Major tags/warnings: amputee!Bucky and self-image issues , No Powers AU, Amputee!Bucky, Vacation, Young Tony Stark, Meet Cute, POV alternating, Shapeshifting, Selkies, Mutual Pining Summary: Tony is happy surfing his way through life, at least until he meets a handsome stranger who presents an interesting challenge... in more ways than one. Word count: 678

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Title: Are there still beautiful things? Collaborator(s): rya_204 Link: ao3 Square: K - Kink Ship(s): Steve / Bucky Major tags/warnings: Tentacle Sex, Cock warming, Post WS, H/C, Anal Sex, Angst Summary: «You shouldn't sleep in the walk-in closet, Buck.» He snorted. Steve was always ready to change the subject. Word count: 1705

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Title: The Words Engraved Upon Our Souls Collaborator(s): PoliZ Link: ao3 Square: U - Ultimatum Ship(s): Bucky/Steve, Bucky & Tony Major tags/warnings: none, Soulmate AU, canon-adjacent, Tony Stark Has a Heart, a touch of pining, Summary: While Bucky has accepted Tony’s offer to build him a new arm, there’s clearly something bothering him. When Tony learns that Bucky's soulmate mark -- the first words Steve spoke to him- were on the arm he lost, he proposes a solution. Word count: 1076

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Title: (can't you see) ever since we met (you've had a hold on me?) Collaborator(s): SomeSortofItalianRoast Link: ao3 Square: C - Craving Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Scott Lang Major tags/warnings: None, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Scott Lang, Omega Bucky Barnes, Pining, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, First Kiss, Background Relationships, Summary: Omega!Bucky Barnes has the hots for Alpha!Scott Lang. Alpha!Scott Lang has the hots for Omega!Bucky Barnes. Cue mutual pining and misunderstandings. Word count: 1771

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Title: avengers drabble: Bucky Collaborator(s): nolanfa Link: ao3 Square: U - undone Ship(s): N/A Major tags/warnings: N/A, drabble, language Summary: There's a reason spontaneity in communication is hard for Bucky post-Winter Soldier. Word count: 100

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Title: Stitches and Biscuits Club Snippets - Chapter 1: The Favor Part I Collaborator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: C - Carving Ship(s): James “Bucky” Barnes & Darcy Lewis Major tags/warnings: talk about naked pictures, thoughts about burning something down, crack, favor, Bucky knits Summary: Bucky sat in a coffee shop. The coffee was awful but their cinnamon rolls were too good to be true. And Darcy asked him for a favor. He would say no if it wasn’t knitting patterns she offered in return. Word count: 1165

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Title: Stitches Collaborator(s): nolanfa Link: tumblr Square: U - Unlucky Ship(s): Bucky Barnes / Tony Stark / Jason Todd Major tags/warnings: putting in minor stitches (not much detail), crossover Summary: Bucky stitches Jason up. Word count: digital art

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Title: if you got a hunger for what you see, you'll take it eventually (Chapter 1) Collaborator(s): buckyismybicycle Link: ao3 Square: K - Knife Ship(s): Bucky/Stev Major tags/warnings: N/A, Consensual Non-Consent, Knifeplay, Rough Sex Summary: All this time, he’s been too indestructible. Or at least, that’s what he thought. Until Bucky. Until the Winter Soldier. With Bucky, he feels everything. Word count: 1 237

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Title: precious Collaborator(s): buckyismybicycle Link: tumblr Square: K - Kink Ship(s): Bucky x Steve Major tags/warnings: Angst, Tentacles, Forced Body Modification, Body Disfigurement, Mutation/Human Experimentation, Mind Manipulation, Brainwashing, Dub-con, aka Steve gets Dickmatized, Bottom Steve, Crying, Begging, Winter Soldier Bucky, Painful Sex/Rough Sex, Forced Orgasm, multiple orgasms, Breeding Kink, Cumflation, Belly Bulge, Bukkake, Multiple Penetration, Dub-con, Human Experimentation/Mutilation, Tentacle Monster Bucky Summary: During the fight in Lagos, Brock manages to make a deal for his life. Word count: 5 682

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Title: Miles Away Collaborator(s): buckyismybicycle Link: tumblr Square: K - Kitten Ship(s): Bucky x Female Reader Major tags/warnings: N/A, Love Confessions, Mutual Pining, AU -Rock Band, Rockstar!Bucky Summary: How am I supposed to be everything they expect me to be? When I feel so alone, ‘cause I left my heart at home Word count: 4664

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Title: Stitches and Biscuits Club Snippets - Chapter 2: The Favor Part II Collaborator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: C - Covert Ship(s): James "Bucky" Barnes & Darcy Lewis Major tags/warnings: language, sexual innuendo, mental health problems, brains are assholes, Bucky knits, cinnamon rolls, bad coffee, Darcy needs a favor, knitting pattern, too many unread emails, Bucky is old-school, Eye of the Tiger Summary: Bucky was on his way to collect his pay for his covert op he ran with his club. Darcy had another problem. Bucky delivered too fast and too much. She didn’t even have time to choose the perfect song for the training montage she planned. A classic would do and match perfectly for Steve and Brock. Word count: 1300

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Title: Drunk Hubris Collaborator(s): nolanfa Link: tumblr Square: U - Underdog Ship(s): Bucky Barnes / Bruce Banner Major tags/warnings: drunk person, vague references to torture, ill-advised drunk decisions Summary: Bruce considers Drunk Bucky's decisions ill-advised. Word count: 1 video file, 56 seconds

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Title: Stitches and Biscuits Club Snippets - Chapter 3: The Idea Collaborator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: C - Cold Ship(s): James “Bucky” Barnes & Cameron Klein Major tags/warnings: language, swearing, fit of rage, Bucky knits, cinnamon rolls, bad coffee, Bucky teaches knitting, Cameron bakes cinnamon rolls, Rain Ocampo, yes I stole her from Resident Evil Movies Summary: Bucky tried to teach one of the Strike team members how to knit. It wasn’t going well. And Cameron Klein tried again to recreate the bad-coffee coffee shop cinnamon rolls. He failed, but the knitting student gave Bucky and Cameron an idea. Word count: 589

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Title: The real reason for Bucky's uniform's five hundred buckles Collaborator(s): nolanfa Link: tumblr Square: U - Uniform Ship(s): N/A Major tags/warnings: N/A, crack Summary: The reason why Bucky's uniform has that many buckles. Word count: 1 digital art

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Title: Acts of Kindness, Chapter 1 Collaborator(s): BBD2BH Link: ao3 Square: B - Beefy Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Major tags/warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Modern AU, War Veteran Bucky Barnes, Homelessness, Kindness, Friendship Summary: Chapter 1: Bucky doesn’t like living on the street, but sometimes life isn’t about getting what you want. When a stranger offers him a bag of food, Bucky realizes accepting help isn’t a weakness. Word count: 539

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Title: Acts of Kindness, Chapter 2 Collaborator(s): BBD2BH Link: ao3 Square: B - Backstory Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Major tags/warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Modern AU, War Veteran Bucky Barnes, Homelessness, Kindness, Friendship Summary: Chapter 2: Bucky doesn’t like living on the street, but sometimes life isn’t about getting what you want. When a stranger offers him a bag of food, Bucky realizes accepting help isn’t a weakness. Word count: 496

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Title: Acts of Kindness, Chapter 3 Collaborator(s): BBD2BH Link: ao3 Square: B - Battle Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Major tags/warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Modern AU, War Veteran Bucky Barnes, Homelessness, Kindness, Friendship Summary: Chapter 3: Bucky doesn’t like living on the street, but sometimes life isn’t about getting what you want. When a stranger offers him a bag of food, Bucky realizes accepting help isn’t a weakness. Word count: 415

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Title: Acts of Kindness, Chapter 4 Collaborator(s): BBD2BH Link: ao3 Square: B - Brooklyn Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Major tags/warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Modern AU, War Veteran Bucky Barnes, Homelessness, Kindness, Friendship Summary: Chapter 4: Bucky doesn’t like living on the street, but sometimes life isn’t about getting what you want. When a stranger offers him a bag of food, Bucky realizes accepting help isn’t a weakness. Word count: 610

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Title: Acts of Kindness, Chapter 5 Collaborator(s): BBD2BH Link: ao3 Square: B - Bed Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Major tags/warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Modern AU, War Veteran Bucky Barnes, Homelessness, Kindness, Friendship Summary: Chapter 5: Bucky doesn’t like living on the street, but sometimes life isn’t about getting what you want. When a stranger offers him a bag of food, Bucky realizes accepting help isn’t a weakness. Word count: 452

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Title: Stitches and Biscuits Club Snippets - Chapter 4: The Heist Collaborator(s): MuffinEngineer86 Link: ao3 Square: C - Coffee shop Ship(s): James "Bucky" Barnes & Jack Rollins Major tags/warnings: attacked by creature, Break & enter Summary: With Cameron’s help, Bucky and Jack broke into the coffee shop to liberate the recipe for the cinnamon rolls. They didn’t find what they expected. Word count: 750

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Title: Finding My Way to You (Chapter 6) Collaborator(s): scottxlogan Link: ao3 Square: U - Ultimatum Ship(s): Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Major tags/warnings: Heavy Angst, References to Depression, Self-Esteem Issues, Sexual Content, Self-Worth Issues, self sabotaging, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Sexting, Enemies to Lovers, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Touch-Starved, Online Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt Tony Stark, Dark Tony Stark, Hurt Bucky Barnes, Misunderstandings, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Adult Content, Mild Language Summary: Bucky's romantic struggles come to a close as he makes a decision about the man who holds his heart. As Bucky faces the truth he's been keeping buried within for so very long, Tony reveals his heart and hopes that he won't be left in the shadows moving forward. Word count: 10470

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