#he sat on that floor ignored sam’s calls put his head in his hands and wept. is the thing. he ran up those stairs

[sunforgrace]

I know it’s heavily disputed about the extent and canon veracity of cas “picking up on dean’s longing” and what exactly that even means or entails. but thinking about that period after jack offscreen raised cas from the empty and before dean died.

#he sat on that floor ignored sam’s calls put his head in his hands and wept. is the thing. he ran up those stairs #i myself am undecided on the meaning and extent of that whole aspect the longing thing i mean and well i think it’s honestly the result of #initial planned arc turned network season renewals network legacy juggernaut with multiple writers and show runners with a range of. #quality and a not insignificant amount of retcons or logical and lore clashes #but as it is I think I’ve arrived to it being not much more than how it was described. informal prayer. perhaps to some extent not #not purposeful more involuntary the way thoughts can be. but also not just feelings experienced in your own headspace or all thoughts #I’m on a saying not very much with a lot of words kick tonight on account of the sleepy tired on low hours of it all but there is a thread #there that could be worth picking at. maybe. idk. at the end of the day that finale was really fucked up in a lot of ways! so my brain will #keep inventing new ways for me to poke at it. what’s that post about bad content with some worthwhile aspects inviting more #poking at than good and satisfying and well written enclosed works because well they already said all the things and said it well? is the #thing? or something like that. i have a headache tonight can you guys tell

[bingwriterxo]

the shakespeare exhibit - part 9

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: in which it's time to celebrate the holidays

warnings: implied smut

word count: 2900+

author's note: long awaited but finally here

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"Seriously?" Tara asked as she stepped into the living room, a mug of hot chocolate in each hand. Her eyes were trained on the television, which was displaying the Elf title screen in all its fluorescent-glory. "We watch this every Christmas Eve!"

"Exactly!" Chad said, twisting around to grab one of the mugs from her hand. His face was alight with joy, his eyes wide and sparkling. "It's a tradition now!"

Tara glanced at Mindy, who shrugged. "Don't look at me. I wanted to watch Krampus," the girl said.

Chad huffed. "And I told you I'm done with horror movies. We already lived through one." He took a sip from his drink, and his eyebrows raised the moment the hot chocolate touched his tongue. "Tara! This is actually pretty good."

Tara frowned. "'Actually'?"

The boy glanced away sheepishly. "Well, you know, you have the tendency to--"

"Burn things," Sam deadpanned from behind as she exited the kitchen, mugs in her own hands. She handed one to Mindy, who immediately started gulping it down, and then turned to Tara. "The last three times you tried to make anything, our fire alarm went off."

Well maybe we shouldn't have such a sensitive alarm, Tara thought, furrowing her eyebrows. "Whatever," she scoffed, rounding the couch to sit between the twins. She pulled the blanket off Chad and covered herself, ignoring his whines. "Let's just watch Elf."

Mindy reached for the remote, and just as she was about to hit play, there was a knock on the front door. Every tensed slightly--an involuntary reaction none of them seemed to be able to shake--and Sam stood, edging toward the door slowly. She looked out through the peephole, and Tara watched as she sighed with relief, her shoulders relaxing. She undid the locks, opened the door, and Danny popped his head into the living room.

"Am I late?" the man asked as he shuffled inside.

"Perfect timing, man," Chad answered, holding his hand out. Danny dapped him up quickly before settling on the armchair, leaving room for Sam to squeeze beside him. "Okay," Chad started, lifting his legs to put his feet on the coffee table, "Elf time."

Almost as soon as Mindy pressed the play button, there was a thud against the front door. Again, everyone sat up a little straighter. Tara swallowed, her eyes trained on the doorknob as it twisted slightly.

This is it, she thought. Ghostface is going to attack us on Christmas Eve, because why the fuck not?

There was another thud, softer this time, and Danny glanced around the room, resolving to open the door. Everyone's attention was on him as he crept up, looked through the peephole, and then chuckled.

"You've got a present outside, Tara," he said, undoing the locks that Sam had redone and opening the door.

A present? she wondered. It's too late for UPS to be here.

There, in the hallway, beneath the flickering yellow light, stood you, your arms weighed down by bags and a small red spot forming on your forehead. You grinned at the group sitting inside.

"Hi!" you greeted, lifting your hands to show off what you had brought. "I have presents!"

Tara scrambled to stand, hastily placing her hot chocolate on the coffee table, and launched herself into you. You stumbled back a few steps before setting the bags on the floor and wrapping your arms around her waist.

"Hey, pretty girl," you muttered into her hair.

She pulled back, staring up at you with a gleaming smile. "What're you doing here? I thought you were stuck in Zoom calls with overseas family members." She had invited you to the Christmas Eve excursions, but you had declined for the aforementioned reason.

You giggled. "I was, but we ended a bit earlier than normal, so I thought I'd come over." You glanced over the top of your head at the others in the living room. "I hope I'm not intruding."

"The more the merrier, buddy!" Chad exclaimed, holding his hand out as Tara twisted around to stand beside you. You simply stared at him for a moment before taking his hand in your own and shaking it.

Tara couldn't help the laugh that escaped her. Stupid, she thought. Chad seemed to be thinking the same thing as he tilted his head yet accepted the handshake.

As you pulled away from Chad, Tara glanced up at you. "Why did you knock so menacingly?" she asked, and then she looked up a little higher at the red mark on your forehead. "Did you use your head?"

You smiled shyly and nodded. "My hands were too full," you admitted. You perked up, whipping around and grabbing the bags you had left by the door. "That reminds me: I have gifts for you guys."

Tara watched you, sighing dreamily. She's so perfect. She'd be such a good mom. She shook her head. No baby thoughts, Tara. Now's not the time.

"This one's for you, Mindy," you said as you handed the girl one of the paper bags. "This is for you, Chad." He greedily accepted the package you held out to him. "Sam, for you." The bag was small and thin, and Tara didn't have to watch to know that it was another bottle of wine. "Uh, Danny, I didn't know you'd be here."

The man shook his head and waved you off. "Don't worry about it."

"Oh!" You reached for your wallet and drew out a few hundred-dollar bills. Tara's eyes widened. Who the hell carries that much cash on them? she thought, before shrugging and thinking, I guess when your parents have as much money as hers do, it doesn't even matter. You held them out to him. "Here! Merry Christmas!"

He simply stared at you, unblinking, for so long that it started to unnerve Tara. Hesitantly, like you would lean down and bite him if he moved too fast, he reached out and took the money from your hands.

"...Thanks," he said. Sam rolled her eyes and leaned toward him, whispering something in his ear. Tara heard the tail-end of the statement: "....family's rich." Danny nodded his head and smiled. "Yeah, thanks. Merry Christmas, kid."

You grinned happily and then turned back to the twins, waiting for them to open their presents. Mindy glanced at Chad, who shrugged and started ripping into the package you had handed him. He pulled out a pristine, red football jersey that had 'Bosa' on the back. Beneath the numbers was a large scribble.

"Holy shit," Chad said, his eyes practically bulging out of his head as he stared at the jersey. "You got this signed by Bosa?! The Bosa?!"

You nodded, giggling. "Yup. Or, well, my dad got him to sign it, but same thing."

Chad leaned back and sighed happily. "Man, you are such a great addition to his family."

Your smile widened at his words, and Tara thought you might start bouncing up and down as she looked at you, a soft smile on her own face. God, I agree with Chad for once, she thought. It's a fucking Christmas miracle.

"Okay," Mindy began, hesitantly opening her own bag. "I don't think you can top that, but let's see what's in here." With careful hands, she pulled out a framed poster, and her jaw dropped so wide that Tara briefly thought it had broken. "No fucking way! Absolutely no fucking way!" She spun it around so that everyone else could see, and even Tara was shocked to see a Stab poster signed by all of the original cast members.

"It was a little difficult tracking everyone down, but we got there eventually," you said, beaming. "I hope you like it."

"Like it? Y/N, this is the best gift I've ever gotten in my entire life!" Mindy practically shouted. Her face fell quickly. "No one tell Anika that. I promised her that the necklace she bought was the best thing ever."

A chorus of laughter erupted throughout the room, and while everyone was distracted, you turned to Tara. "I have something for you," you said, tilting your head in the direction of her bedroom. "Can we...?"

She caught on quickly, nodding fervently, and grabbed your hand, shouting out a, "Watch the movie without me!" to which Sam responded, "Door open, Tara!" Yeah, right, she thought.

Tara pulled you inside and, much to the muttering complaints of her sister, shut the door behind you. She led you to her bed, where you sat on the edge of it and pulled something from your pocket.

"It's just something small," you started, glancing away shyly, "because your real gift is coming tomorrow, but I just...I wanted to give it to you today." She smiled at your nerves, thinking, She's just too cute. Too fucking cute.

She sat beside you. "Okay," she said. "But, just so you know, I only got you one gift."

You giggled and held the gift out. It was a small envelope, tiny enough to have fit in the pocket of your sweatpants, with your scrawl on the front. Tara furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at it and then took it from your hand. With slow and steady fingers, she opened the envelope, shivers running up her back as she realized what it was.

"It's your museum ticket," you said, watching her carefully, "from the day we met. Or, well, it's a copy of your ticket, since, you know, you have--or, had--the original." You shrugged and bit your lip. "I thought it would be a cute memento, but if it's dumb, you can just--"

She leaned in and shut you up with a soft kiss, trying to put all of the love she felt for you into it. When she pulled away, you were a blushing mess, and your words had died on your tongue.

"How did you get this?" she asked, looking back at the ticket.

You scratched at the back of your neck. "After I realized this was something"--you gestured between the two of you--"I scoured through the computer one day after work looking for your last name. There aren't very many Carpenters, so it wasn't too difficult."

That does it. Official. She's the very best thing that's ever happened to me.

"I love you, you know that?" Tara murmured softly.

You grinned. "Yeah, I do." You kissed her. "And I love you, too."

She grinned at you. "Since my door's shut, let me give you part of your Christmas gift," she said, and you blushed at the implication. She kissed you again and pushed you onto your back, easily hovering over you. "Merry Christmas, baby."

* * *

The sun shining in Tara's eyes woke her up. She turned over groggily, pressing her head into your neck, and you grumbled a little, shifting as you were woken up by her movements. Before even saying a word, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Morning, pretty," you said, your voice low and scratchy and filled with sleep. Tara melted at the sound, just like she did every time the two of you had a sleepover.

"Merry Christmas, baby," she offered, and your eyes shot open.

"Holy fuck." You sat up quickly, leaving Tara scrambling and confused as you reached for your phone. "Fuck, Tara!" You slipped out of her bed and immediately started getting dressed, stumbling around her room.

She sat up, the sheet pooling around her waist. "What?"

"We're gonna be late!" You pulled your shirt over your head. "Shit, the boys are gonna be so mad that they have to wait to open their presents."

Tara fell onto her back, groaning. This is gonna be a long day, she thought.

* * *

You bursted through the front door of your house, gifts nearly falling from your arms, and were immediately greeted by your brothers.

"Merry Christmas!" you shouted, and the boys swerved around you and headed straight for Tara.

"Tara! Tara!" Eddie cheered. "What'd you get me?"

"Please tell me you didn't get him any cologne. He's been spraying that stuff like mad recently," Nate said, elbowing his brother.

How did I forget how...energetic...they are? Tara wondered. "I'm not telling you," she said to Eddie, and then turned to Nate and said, "But no, it's not cologne."

Eddie frowned. "Darn."

"Oh, thank goodness!" Nate cheered. "Come. Mom and Dad are waiting by the tree. We've been up for hours waiting for you two."

"Hours and hours and hours," Eddie added, grabbing Tara's wrist and tugging her toward the family room.

Hours and hours and hours, she mocked in her head, and then she felt a little bad for mocking a child.

"Why've you guys been up for so long?" you asked as you followed close behind, the gifts blocking your sight slightly. Tara had offered to take some from you, but you had refused.

"Lia woke up early," Nate started.

"So we all woke up early," Eddie finished.

"Plus, grandpa was making pancakes," Nate said.

"And you know how his pancakes are," Eddie added.

When the four of you finally reached the living room, your parents stood.

"The prodigal daughter returns!" your father exclaimed, just as he had when he saw you at Lia's birthday party.

You set the presents down and rushed forward, pulling both of them into a hug. "Hi, guys!" You pulled back and they stepped up, taking Tara into their arms one by one. Even your grandmother offered Tara a hug. "So, presents?"

"Yes!" Nate shouted.

"Finally!" Eddie cheered.

Needless to say, the process of opening presents was chaotic—so much so that, just for a split second, Tara regretted saying yes to coming. You and the adults were calm, carefully unwrapping your presents and ooh-ing and ahh-ing at each one. The boys, on the other hand, left a trail of little pieces of wrapping paper and gift bags and bows, and Lia ended up spitting up everywhere at one point.

This is it, Tara thought at one point as she watched your family. This is every Christmas for the rest of my life. And when the boys opened their presents from her--an edition of an Emily Dickinson book for Nate and a game of COD for Eddie--and basically tackled her as their thank-you's, she thought, Maybe it's not so bad. Yeah, she decided as they cheered and yelled and started bursting out into random Christmas songs, this isn't so bad.

Finally, after everything had finally finished, and there were just two more presents left to give, the rest of the family excused themselves to make lunch in the kitchen. It was you and Tara sitting by the tree alone, neither of you having exchanged your own gifts yet.

"Do you want to go first?" you asked, shifting where you sat, your eyes flickering around.

She's nervous, Tara realized quickly. Awe, she's nervous!

To try to quell your worries, she nodded. "Sure." She grabbed her gift for you, which was neatly wrapped with a little bow on top. Unfortunately for her, she had Chad to thank for the wrapping, but she'd never admit it as you complimented her on how crisp the paper was.

With careful hands, you unwrapped your present, revealing a small ring box. You furrowed your eyebrows as you opened it, and Tara gulped as she watched your eyes widen and your jaw drop.

"Oh my god," you muttered. "Oh. My. God." You pulled the ring from its box. "It's a signet ring! It's Shakspeare's signet ring! I've been looking for one of these for forever!" You slipped it onto your pinky, and Tara sighed with relief when it fit. You brought your hand closer to your face, inspecting the ring. "It even has the heart loop!"

"So, you like it?" Tara asked.

You looked up, a huge grin pulling at your lips and your eyes sparkling with pure joy. "I don't even have the words to describe how much I love it, Tar. Thank you."

She smiled. "Merry Christmas."

You glanced back down at the ring. "Where did you find this?" you asked.

Oh, shit. Should I be honest? God, I should. Damn it. "Uh, I drove up here a few days ago and your brothers and I went shopping. Nate saw it in that antique shop downtown."

You chuckled. "You asked my brothers to help you?" Your voice was light, teasing, and Tara blushed up to her ears.

"...Yes."

You cooed, reaching out to run your thumb along her cheek. 'That's adorable, baby."

"Shut up," she mumbled. "Your turn."

"Okay. Right. My turn." You picked up the little box left beneath the tree and handed it to Tara, breathing out shakily as you did. "I hope you like it."

She was a lot less gentle than you were, eager to know what you had gifted her. She tore through the wrapping paper and tilted her head as a tiny cardboard box revealed itself. When she opened it, she found a gold necklace inside, an emerald pendant dangling from its chain.

"This is beautiful," she said, looking up at you. "Like, seriously beautiful. I don't even know what to say." She lifted it from the box carefully, letting the pendant dangle in the air.

"It was my great grandmother's," you rushed out, and Tara's eyes shot toward you. "It's passed down to each first born in the family on my mom's side, and we're meant to give it to...to the person we want to spend forever with."

Forever. Tara grinned. I like the sound of that.

"I know it's still early in our relationship," you continued, glancing away, "but I'm confident in this." You looked at her, a soft smile playing on your lips. "I'm confident in you."

She shot forward, wrapping her arms around your neck and engulfing you in the tightest hug she could manage. "I'm confident in this, too," she admitted. She pulled back, holding the necklace out to you. "Help me put it on?"

With ease you clasped it around her neck, and when she turned back around, she swore your eyes were sparkling.

"It looks perfect," you said breathlessly. "It's perfect."

You're perfect, she thought. This is perfect. Everything's perfect.

"Hey," she said, calling your attention. "I love you."

You smiled. "I love you, too, Tara. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Y/N."

#museum tara #tara carpenter x reader #tara x reader #tara carpenter #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna x reader #scream 5 #scream 6

[thefallennightmare]

Envy-one shot

Pairings: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1119

Warnings: angst, swearing, drug/drinking references, fluff, and a bit of implied smut.

Summary: There's a new bartender at Bucky's club which almost spells disaster for reader and Bucky's relationship.

Authors Note: Someone requested this like over a month ago and I'm finally finding a few minutes to write something up, so whoever requested it I hope you like it! Sorry for yet again making Natasha the bad guy.

The music was loud, echoing off of the brick walls of the club as I maneuvered my tiny frame through the sea of bodies that were pressed against one another. It was a typical Saturday night, everyone in Brooklyn had shown up for either drinking their sorrows away or hoping to get a glimpse of him knowing that he would be the answer to whatever problems they needed help with. I knew that it was a long shot because he rarely was seen out on the main floor of his club. He strictly stayed in the back, watching everything from afar. 

“Hey, Y.N. Where’s Barnes?” 

I came to a halt while crossing my arms over my chest and raised a brow at the man that sat in the usual stool. 

“Tony Stark. I thought you said that your standards were too high for Buchanans?” I reminded him. 

Tony shrugged while taking a large swig of his beer. “Your boyfriend has a great place, what can I say?” 

“Fiancé,” I corrected him. 

The large diamond from my ring shined bright underneath the lights that were being projected from the DJ booth. 

“So,” Tony set the beer on the bar behind him. “Can I get a few minutes to sit with him? I’ve got a great business idea that would be perfect for his mob group. 

I shook my head. “Bucky doesn’t like walk-ins. Call Sam to make an appointment.” 

Ignoring his protest, I walked to the other end of the bar and gave a small smile to the new bartender who looked a bit flustered. I knew that anyone's first night at a new job would be nerve wrecking especially here at Buchanan’s. It was known as THE hot spot in Brooklyn, everyone wanted to come here but spent the majority of the night waiting in line, hoping it would be their moment. There was a very strict guest list here and Bucky would never deter from it.

“Hey, can I get Mr. Barnes drink please?” I gave her another smile. 

The bartender, Natasha, raised a brow at me while halting making the current drink. 

“I didn’t receive Bucky’s order,” she said with a hint of attitude. 

I bit the inside of my cheek to do my best to keep my own attitude at bay. 

“Mr. Barnes,” I corrected her. 

There were only a select few that could call him Bucky; me and Steve. 

Natasha rolled her eyes before popping open a beer bottle and sliding it over to me. 

“$7,” she said flatly as I was about to walk away. 

I scoffed. “Put it on his tab.” 

“I was told that whoever picks up Mr. Barnes drink needs to pay,” Natahsa stressed out his name. 

“This isn’t worth it,” I mumbled to myself and went to walk away yet again. 

It was when I felt her hand on my wrist that I stared at it with pure anger flashing in my eyes.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” I seethed and yanked my hand away. 

Nataha’s eyes sliced into me. “Who do you think you are that you can walk away without paying?” 

I held up my left hand, the large diamond glimmering in her eyes. “I’ll let this one-time slide but if you question who I am or touch me again, I’ll make sure you never work anywhere in Brooklyn again.” 

There was a small group of people staring at us, wondering if a fight was about to break out, but there were a certain set of eyes that I felt burning at the back of my head that made my entire body tingle. 

I peeked over my shoulder and saw Bucky leaning into our booth, the sight of him being seen out for the first time in a while. No doubt he received word about my and Natasha’s exchange of words. And with the way his eyes dropped away from me, a deep breath falling from his lips I knew that he was disappointed. 

With a snap decision to drop this conversation, I turned my back to Natasha and made my way towards Bucky. 

“Don’t even say it,” I warned while sitting next to him. 

Bucky sighed. “How many bartenders are we going to have to rehire because of you?” 

I snorted a laugh. “Maybe if they learned their place then I wouldn’t have to show it to them.” 

The fast-paced beats of the music pounded hard against my chest as I leaned deeper into the cloth booth, the heat radiating off of him. With his arm wrapped around me, I stared up at the soft features of his face, the freshly buzzed haircut of his suiting him just right. 

I pressed my lips onto his, Bucky’s tongue not wasting any time in exploring every crevice of my mouth. My moan was muffled by him as his fingers slid underneath my skirt and ghosted over the slit between my legs. 

“So wet for me already, doll,” Bucky groaned while burying his face into the crook of my neck. 

Our actions went unbothered by anyone in the club, they all were too busy with drinking or snorting whatever drug had been smuggled inside.

“Excuse me, Bucky?” 

Rage boiled when I heard her scratchy voice and Bucky reluctantly pulled away, eyes landing on Natasha who was leaning on the table in front of us. Her breasts were exposed by her low-cut shirt. 

“It’s Mr. Barnes.” 

I chuckled silently at him correcting her. 

She mocked sorrow by nodding. “I’m sorry, Mr. Barnes. But there’s someone at the bar asking for you.”  

We noticed Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers leaning up against the bar which only meant one thing; Bucky was needed somewhere pronto. 

“I could walk you over there if you’d like,” Natasha said. “I know how crazy it can get in here when people see you.” 

Bucky ignored her and placed a deep, loving kiss upon my lips. “Don’t wait up for me, Y/N.” 

I scratched at the back of his neck, his sweet spot, and saw his eyes flutter shut at my touch. 

“We both know that I always do,” I said. 

“Mr. Barnes?” Natasha tried again while pushing her breast together. “Would you like me to walk you over there?” 

The low rumble of annoyance in his chest was only heard by me as Bucky stood from our booth. “Get back to the bar, Romanoff and don’t leave unless I say it’s alright.” 

With her tail tucked between her legs, she scurried back to the bar. 

Bucky went to walk away but I linked my fingers with his vibranium ones. “Be careful.” 

With a few peppered kisses over my palm, he nodded. “Always, doll.”

#bucky barnes #mob!boss bucky and yn #bucky barnes x reader #mob!boss bucky barnes and reader #james buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes x reader #bucky barnes request

[sunnyie-eve]

1 | Friends

Series: Significant

Paring: Colby Brock x Original female character

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.3k

| MASTERLIST |

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2014

"PEN!" Penelope heard her name being yelled by Sam so she goes to where they were.

"Thought you guys were recording?" She eyes everything.

"What's Colby's favorite TV show?" He asks her so she looks at him then Colby.

"Really? You called me for that? It's Regular Show." She tells him then goes back to what she was doing.

She had no clue why they invited her over when they planned to film for their YouTube channel. Because while they did that she just sat around on her phone or watched TV alone till they were done.

Penelope and Colby have been friends a lot longer than he and Sam were. They knew each other because their families were friends so they kinda grew up together. Then in Middle School, she knew Sam a bit more before Colby started hanging out with him in High School.

Getting bored waiting for the guys, Penelope just gets comfortable on the couch, "I should just go home but then I'll have to hear them bitch about leaving." She huffs closing her eyes cuddling a pillow.

By the time the guys have finished their video they wanted to go out to eat so they rush to Penelope just to see her sleeping. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" Colby smiles at Sam.

"She's going to hate you." Sam pulls out his phone to film him for a vine.

"She'll get over it. I'm her favorite person." He stretches a bit waiting for Sam to tell him to go. "Nellie Belly!" He screams jumping onto her causing her to scream as he startled her.

"You're such an asshole!" She shoves him off her into the floor. "You too, Sam." She covers her face.

"You love me." Colby kisses the side of her head as he gets off the floor. "Come on. We want to go eat." He parts her knee.

Penelope moves her hands to glare over at Sam, "I said you will hate him." He puts his phone away after posting the Vine.

"I hate you too for not stopping him." She sits up throwing the pillow at him.

"Shouldn't fall asleep." Colby tells her from the other roll.

"Shouldn't invite me over when you plan to film a video." She gets off the couch, "It's pretty boring while I wait alone." She joins him in the other room.

"You can always come watch us."

"In that tiny space? Ha!" She laughs at him as she gets a notification seeing what they posted to Vine. "I really hate you both." She huffs seeing a few negative comments about her that she always saw since they first showed her.

She, to herself, was a tad bit heavy and cubby compared to the guy's slim fit body so it was obvious when they were next to each other. She's always been a tad bit bigger and taller than all the girls growing up. The boys knew about her insecurity and always told her she was just fine and ignore the bad stuff said about her.

They all take Colby's car to go eat and Penelope didn't feel like eating and Colby could tell since she wasn't looking at the menu, "Hey, you are fine the way you are. You can't starve yourself because of randoms online." He speaks up as Sam goes to the bathroom.

"You don't get it."

"Penny, you aren't no 800 pounds like a comment said. They're just jealous of you." He gives her a look.

"Yeah, right. Jealous of me." She laughs at him.

"Yeah, because they wish they were in your place being friends with us. Plus you say it like you look like some old ugly fat witch who eats kids in story books, which you are not. Nowhere near either." He tries to get her to understand taking her hand into his.

"As much as I appreciate that... You have to say that because you are my friend." She gives him a smile.

"Excuse me, I'm your best friend and no I mean it." He moves from his side of the booth to sit next to her pulling her into his side shaking her.

"Look who it is... taking my leftovers?" Penelope's ex stops at the table on his way out with his new girlfriend.

"Tyson, how can she be leftovers to me when I've known her since we were babies?" Colby glares at him.

Colby has always hated Tyson and told Penelope multiple times when she dated him that he wasn't good for her. He would treat her like shit and talk bad about her behind her back. Plus he cheated on her with whom he was dating now.

"Eww, you're here." Sam comes back to the booth.

"Babe, can we go?" The other girl tugs on his arm.

"In a minute."

"No, minute. You should go now. She's your ex because you cheated on her with that thing on your arm." Colby stands up making Tyson laugh and leave them alone. "I can't believe you dated him for two years." He takes his old seat back.

"If I remember correctly, you introduced us." Penelope gives him a look.

"Well, yeah but not so you guys can date. I hated him back then and had no choice to do so because he walked towards you." Colby explains to her.

"Can we not talk about Tyson, please?" Sam says as the waiter comes over.

"Plus I asked you if should I say yes to our first date and you told me to go for it." Penelope adds after they order their drinks.

"Only because you looked happy about it! If I was honest with you it would hurt your feelings because you're sensitive, Penny." Colby huffs.

"Wow... So how do I know when you're being honest about how I feel about things said online? Excuse me." She gets up and goes to the bathroom to call her sister to pick her up.

Sam just looks at Colby, "Really, dude? We know how insecure she can get, and you go and call her sensitive?" Sam slaps his shoulder.

"I didn't mean it like that though..." He says as Sam sees her leaving.

"Excuse me." He gets out of the booth as Colby moves for him so he goes outside to check on Penelope. "Penny, you know he didn't mean it like that right? He loves you to death so he wouldn't lie about the other stuff. When it came to Tyson then he just wanted his friend to be happy about her first date."

"I don't care. I just want to go home so Harper is coming to get me." She lets him know.

Sam sighs pulling her into a hug, "We care about you. If we didn't we wouldn't be a pain in your ass. We love you so much, Penny. It's just us three." He tells her as her sister pulls up.

"Love you too. Tell Colby, I'll talk to him later or tomorrow." She tells him getting in the car so Sam goes back inside.

"Harper came to pick up Penny taking her home. She said she'll talk to you later or tomorrow." Sam takes Penelope's old spot.

"I fucked up." Colby groans.

"I told her you didn't mean it like that. That you love her to death so you wouldn't lie about the other stuff. And when it comes to Tyson then you just wanted your friend to be happy about her first date." Sam tells him.

"I should have told her no then to save her from him."

"But you didn't because it was the first guy to show interest in her and she was over the moon." Sam adds.

"He wasn't the first... I've stopped others because I knew how they were. Tyson just beat me." Colby rolls his eyes.

"You've stopped other guys from talking to Penny?" Sam's eyes widen.

"Again, I was doing her a favor."

"That's not for you to decide though. You can't stop every guy from talking to her if they find her attractive or interesting. You're her friend, not her protective brother, father, or boyfriend." Sam gives him a certain look.

"I know..."

#sam and colby #colby brock #sam golbach #katrina stuart #jake webber #corey scherer #elton castee #tara yummy #colby brock imagine #colby brock ff #colby brock fanfic #best friend #friends to lovers #tfil

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

Dottie and Daniel

A little follow up to Frozen Wastelands as part of my Finding You Series. This was a request from @andiekandie.

Word count: 2k

FINDING YOU MASTERLIST

Steve hovered apprehensively at your front door, hand poised to knock but not quite making contact with the wood. You’d just been allowed home from the hospital after the hypothermia ordeal and he didn’t want to bombard you. At least this was the excuse that kept him from banging down your door. Maybe you were asleep, you deserved your rest.

“Shit!”

He heard a muffled voice, a thump and the sound of something clattering to the floor.

“Ace?” Steve called out, rapping his knuckles against your door. His pulse had quickened with his anxiety about your wellbeing. "Ace! Are you alright?"

There was a moment of silence before he heard padded footsteps before you opened the door slightly.

"St've?" you croaked.

"Everything okay?"

"Pe'chy." Your voice broke mid-word.

"Can I come in?" he asked.

Now that he had your attention, he couldn't quite bring himself to leave, even though he could see how sick you were. The dark circles under your eyes and the red areas around your nose where you'd clearly blown it repeatedly were just icing on the cake indicating how you felt compared to the way your voice sounded. 

You shrugged and opened the door further so he could walk past you.

"Is Bucky home?" Another question he already knew the answer to.

"No, he w'nt ou' wit' Sam."

"You don't sound so great."

You shrugged your shoulders before they drooped with weariness. Steve put a comforting hand on your back. He had spotted the kettle and box of teabags on the kitchen counter. 

"Why don't you grab a seat. I'll make you a cup of tea?"

You didn't need to be told twice, you hadn't quite recovered from your hospital stay and now you were suffering from a rather nasty viral infection which had taken hold during your weakened state. In a flash, you’d collapsed on the sofa, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders in an effort to stop the shivering. You hadn't quite been able to shake the cold feeling.

Steve fumbled over the kettle as it boiled, impatient for it to start whistling so he could join you. He had so many thoughts and questions about the past but he didn't even know what he wanted to ask you first.

Eventually, even a watched pot boils, and Steve sloppily poured milk and water into the two mugs. As he sat down, you jumped slightly at his proximity.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to startle you."

"S'okay," you whispered, accepting the hot beverage in your frozen hands. "Thanks."

Steve scooched closer to you, and you felt grateful for his warmth and comfort and you couldn't help but rest your head on his shoulder.

The familiarity of your position brought a smile to Steve's face. A fitting symmetry of how he had rested his weary head on your shoulder all those years ago. If you hadn't been feeling so worn out and under the weather, you'd have noticed the way Steve pressed his nose into your head and took in your scent.

He closed his eyes, trying to visualize the memory of you, of Dottie, his first kiss. How had he not recognized you when he first met you? It was so obviously you. Or was he just projecting your image into the memory? Everything about the moment felt familiar. He needed to hear the story in your words.

“Ace?” he called gently. He wondered if you had fallen asleep, you seemed so still and peaceful.

“Ye-?” your voice cracking before you could finish saying the word.

“Is your tea ok?”

“Mmm,” you hummed your approval. “St’ll h’t”

You looked up at the man who you’d once thought was your whole world.

“You didn’t just come here to hang out with me, did you?” you whispered. It was the only way for you to talk without your voice breaking. “You wanted to talk in the hospital.”

Steve looked down at you as you sniffed and rubbed your itchy nose. He was suddenly overwhelmed by a feeling of selfishness. How could he have so easily ignored your needs just so he could get his own answers?

“Wha’s up, St’ve?”

“How much do you remember about what happened after you fell in the water?”

You were silent for a bit, contemplating his question. Dragging a net through the back of your mind, trying to dredge up your memories, but all you could conjure was a feeling of winter. “M’stly ‘member feeling c’ld. You and B’cky were there.”

“You don’t remember what we talked about?”

You shook your head. “Sh’uld I be c’ncerned?”

“No, but you were a bit delirious on and off. You kept calling me Daniel.”

Your eyes snapped up to his face so fast that tea slashed over the edge of your up and onto your hand. “Argh!” you cried out, trying to shake the scalding liquid off your hand without spilling more.

Steve grabbed your cup as you winced, wiping the amber liquid off your hand with his sleeve. You sat in silence for a few moments as he held your wrist tightly.

“St’ve? I think you g’t it.”

He released you, looking a little sheepish. Neither of you seemed to know what to say next.

“Ace. Is it true?” Steve finally spoke up.

Was he talking about the past? The past you had shared for one short day? You nodded.

“You were Dottie?”

“Yeah. I was her.” You frowned. “She was me?”

“Ace, I don’t understand. When did this happen? Did you know who I was?”

“No. This happen’d b’fore we’d met, before we’d officially met. I didn’t know you were … you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me your real name?”

“Time travel. Messy bus’ness. You sh’uld know. Didn’t want to make changes to the timeline. Ripples not waves, right?” You did your best to give him a cliff notes version of your recollection of events, as much as your voice would tolerate.

“Why didn’t you tell me when you realized who I was?'

"D'you r'member wh't you said at that p'rty?"

Steve looked at you with sadness in his eyes. "I knew it was real."

"You said 'it wasn't love'."

"Was it?" Steve looked at you with surprise. 

"Daniel was re'lly import'nt to me, ev'n though I only 'new him for 'ne day."

"Dottie… you changed my life."

The way Steve was looking at you, it was the same way Daniel had looked at Dottie all those years ago. The pull you felt to him in that moment was powerful. The confession of past trysts had brought back old feelings that you had spent the last year burying. He was so close. Uncomfortably close. You felt a tingling inside.

"Hh'iishew!" You sneezed forcefully into your lap.

You looked back up sheepishly, blush across your cheeks and feeling incredibly embarrassed. "S'rry."

To your surprise, Steve burst out laughing.

You pouted at this reaction. "Hey!" you whined, punching Steve playfully on the arm before finally succumbing to your own mirth.

"Bless you!"

"I distinc'ly r'member not being bo'vered by a bit of sneezin'."

"It doesn't bother me. It's just-" 

"I kn'w." 

It all felt so familiar, almost like you were reliving the moments before you had first kissed. Except now you were with Bucky and you'd never jeopardize your relationship with him, just for a memory of something that could have been. Steve's laughter had broken the spell, the moment you had shared.

"So what convinced you that what happened was real?" you asked, curiously. 

"Because when I woke up the following morning, I found this." He started pulling something out of his pocket. "I never showed it to anyone, because they all laughed at the story."

Steve took your palm and placed something into it tenderly. 

"St've!" you gasped as he moved his hand away.

You recognized it immediately. A dainty necklace with a ball pendant. A photo projection pendant. It was a graduation gift from your family, containing a picture of the five of you. They were your family, your only family, until you'd lost them all in a tragic accident soon after you'd graduated. You had survived only because you'd been on a post graduation trip with your friends. Everything in your home had been destroyed and you had few photographs on your phone because the days of digital photography were still in their infancy.

You held it up to your eye. There they were, just as you remembered them. Maybe a little more blurred than you remembered.

"Ace? What's wrong?" Steve's voice pierced your reverie. Concern laced his words as he watched your tears fall silently.

'St've…" You tried to explain, but felt totally overwhelmed by the return of a treasure that you had long accepted as lost. Before you knew what was happening, you were sobbing into Steve's chest as he held you tightly.

It was only Steve who noticed the front door opening and a shocked Bucky who was at your side in an instant. He looked over your head at Steve, who opened and closed his mouth wordlessly, totally bamboozled by your reaction. 

It took you a minute or so to regain some composure and to acknowledge your boyfriend's presence.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?"

You wanted to tell him, to tell him that something wonderful had just happened, but words seemed to fail you and you just shook your head as your eyes and nose leaked mercilessly. It took you a minute to extract yourself from the tangle of Steve's arms and your blanket, but you managed it so that you could crawl into Bucky’s embrace. A place where you'd never felt safer, he was your home. Graciously, you accepted the tissues Steve handed you and attempted to clean yourself up a little. Bucky had the decency to not look too disgusted as you blew your nose repeatedly.

"Feeling better?" he asked as your breathing became calmer.

You nodded sheepishly. "We were just talking about the time travel situation. About Dottie and Daniel."

"Oh." Bucky's voice was quiet, a sudden stiffness in his posture that you were too tired to notice. But Steve had.

"Just comparing stories and how we remember what happened," he interjected.

"I'm sorry I didn't believe you." Bucky apologized, despite his apprehensions about the discussion he had not been privy to.

"I guess I always knew the truth. And that was enough," Steve smiled at his old friend.

"B'ky." His name was barely intelligible as your voice crumbled under strain. "Look."

You held up your open palm in which your precious necklace was cocooned.

"What is it, sweetheart?"

"I thought I'd lost it years ago, but Steve kept it safe for me. Look inside." You demonstrated how to hold the necklace so he could see the image inside.

Bucky gasped as he saw the picture of you and your sisters smiling back at him in the tiny orb.

"Ace, this is wonderful!" He held you tightly knowing how important this memory was to you.

Your family wasn't something you'd discussed often with Steve in depth, but you had spoken to Bucky about them.

"We'll have to make sure you never lose them again."

You nodded up at him, laying your head on his chest, suddenly feeling worn out by the events of the afternoon.

"I think this is my cue to leave." Steve leaned forward and put a hand on your leg.

"Wait!" You sat up quickly. "You never saw them. You had this the whole time, you had my picture all these years. Here, look!"

Steve took the pendant into his hand, holding it up to his face. He smiled. "I'm glad I could them safe for you."

"Thank you."

Before anyone could say anything further, your phone started ringing.  Sam's smiling face beamed up at you from the screen.

"Hey Sam!" you sat forwards and smiled at your friend.

"How you doing, sweet cheeks?"

"I'll live," you snaked.

"Missed you today."

"M'ss you too!"

"Tin man make it home alright?"

"Ye'h, he's 'ere." You panned the camera over to Bucky. "Scarecrow too!" You added, flicking over to Steve.

"Wait, are you calling me the cowardly lion?"

"You're the least cow'dly person I kno', Sam."

"You got that right, Dorothy. Now go get some rest."

"Thanks Sam. See you 'ater." You hung up the video call.

Steve and Bucky looked at you, the same question on their mind. Did Sam know the thrilling tale you had to tell?

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #finding you #steve rogers x f!reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers x you #the wizard of oz

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Look Away - Chapter 3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Epilogue

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Class had only started five minutes ago and Wes was already eager for it to be over. Mr. Lancer’s droning voice threatened to put him to sleep. Wes glanced over at Danny, who must have felt the same way, considering his head was on his desk and he was drooling on his notebook. Wes idly wondered whether Lancer would wake him up or just ignore him.

But before the teacher could intervene, Danny jolted awake with a gasp. Wes swore he saw Danny’s breath, as if the temperature in the room had dropped to freezing. “Mr. Lancer, can I go to the bathroom?” Danny asked.

Lancer sighed, having been interrupted mid-sentence. “Fine, but–” Danny was out the door before he had a chance to finish. Lancer let out another long sigh. “As I was saying, the themes of the Great Gatsby include…”

What was that strange mist that came from Danny’s mouth? Why did he wake up so suddenly? Wes suspected it had to do with his ghost powers, but he was missing some of the pieces of the puzzle. He raised his hand. “Can I–”

“No, Mr. Weston. You can wait until Mr. Fenton returns.”

Wes huffed and stared at his notebook. This was so unfair. He started doodling in his book, paying no attention to the lecture. After a couple minutes, a commotion in the hallway caught his attention. As soon as he decided he had to get out of class to find out what was happening, a ghost flew through the wall and crashed into Lancer’s desk.

The intruder looked more robot than ghost, but there was no mistaking the way he had phased through the wall. He picked himself up, climbing out of the pile of splintered wood. He was soon followed into the classroom by Phantom, who floated in with his hands on his hips.

“Hey ‘Ghost Zone’s greatest hunter,’ can we do this another time? I don’t really have the time to kick your butt right now, but I’ll be free around four?” Phantom mimed looking at a watch.

“You little whelp, I…” A jingle played from a PDA on the hunter’s arm.

“You still have our schedule?” Phantom laughed incredulously.

“No,” the larger ghost replied. “I got rid of that a while ago. I… uh… Ember’s calling me.” He sighed, if a giant robot was capable of that. “Fine. I’ll be back at four.” He jumped up and phased through the ceiling.

Phantom surveyed the room. Mr. Lancer looked annoyed at his class being interrupted. Several students had their phones out and were recording the “fight”. Wes had his viewfinder out, and took a picture of Phantom looking around the classroom. He knew he’d be the only person in class to get a clear picture of the ghost.

Phantom addressed Mr. Lancer. “Sorry about your desk. Uh, the school can replace that, right?”

Lancer chuckled. “Yes, they have a budget to replace the things you break.” Phantom rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have a class to teach.”

“Right! Of course.” He waved at the class and flew through the door to the hallway. As Wes expected, Fenton came back while Lancer was picking up the spilled paperwork by his broken desk. He slinked into the room, sat down, and immediately started whispering to Sam and Tucker.

So, this hunter ghost would be back at four o’clock. If Wes called home and said he had a club to attend after school, he could watch the fight, maybe get some good pictures. Yes, it was a perfect opportunity. A smile broke out on Wes’s face. This time, he’d be prepared.

—

Wes checked his watch. 4:05 PM. He inched closer to Mr. Lancer’s classroom door from where he’d been waiting in the hallway. He heard indistinct voices coming from inside. It had to be Phantom and that big metal ghost!

Phantom yelled, “Can you just leave me alone while I’m at school?! My grades are bad enough as it is!” He was loud enough to be heard from the hallway, his unearthly echo muffled by the door.

The other ghost replied with something Wes couldn’t make out. Suddenly, the floor shook, and the large ghost yelled out in pain. A crash sounded, followed by the sounds of ectoplasmic energy blasts. He guessed that Phantom hadn’t intended this to be a fight, considering how he usually tried to avoid wrecking the school. Unsuccessfully, most of the time, but he clearly tried.

As carefully as possible, Wes opened the door. His tense muscles relaxed when he noticed they weren’t looking his way. Phantom had knocked the robot on the ground, and was holding his head. Gross. Phantom plucked a small, wriggling green ghost out of the robot’s head. Ohhh, so it was a mech suit. The ghost boy dropped the squirming blob into his thermos and capped it.

He turned around and looked Wes in the eye. “I heard you come in. Why are you here?” he asked, eyes narrowed.

“I…” Wes was at a loss for words. What could he say that would be believable? He decided to bury a lie in the truth. “I’m sorry. I knew you’d be here and I thought it would be cool to get a picture with you for the school newspaper…” He held up the viewfinder, a sheepish look on his face.

Phantom’s mouth curled into a scowl. He yanked the viewfinder out of Wes’s grasp. “If you are telling the truth,” he growled, “you put yourself in danger for a stupid picture.” He flew forward and grabbed Wes by the collar, pushing him up against the wall. “And if you’re not… You’ve been following me around. I see you at my fights with your damn camera.” He shoved Wes harder against the wall. A spike of pain shot through Wes’s shoulder where it dug into the brick. “Stop. Fucking. Following me. Do you understand?”

“I’m sorry, I just–”

“Do you understand?!” Phantom repeated. His eyes flashed a brilliant, startling green.

Wes’s heart leapt into his throat. “Yes! Yes, I understand.”

“Good. And any innocent humans you’ve caught up in this, like that Fenton kid, you better leave them alone too.” Phantom bared his teeth in an unhinged grin that filled Wes with terror. “You do not want me as your enemy.”

Phantom dropped Wes, who crumpled to the ground. He flew out of the classroom, leaving Wes alone to process what just happened.

Wes’s limbs were shaking so badly he could barely stand. God, Phantom was terrifying. He had never seen the ghost boy, the savior of Amity Park, threaten a human like that. If he valued his life, which he definitely did, he should lay low for a while. He’d just go over the pictures in his – his viewfinder! Phantom took it! Oh no. He’s going to see all the pictures of Phantom’s fights, of Fenton at school, everything! This was bad. This was really, really bad.

#danny phantom #ectoimplosion2023 #my writing #look away

[yichuuonvenus]

The After Party- II

Ethan Landry x Reader

Tainted Love- Chapters

~Warnings~

Rape/Non-con, Loss of Virginity, Cock Warming, Dacryphilia, Knifeplay, Forced Orgasms, Corruption, Murder, Blood, Nightmares, Stalking, Underage Drinking, Attempted assault, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Forced Relationship, Dacryphilia, Isolation

“…Two found dead tonight both were New York City University students.”

The TV was so loud that it filled the room. 

You hugged the wall, hearing the noise. It all went blank as the new anchor talked about a Ghostface mask near the scene of the crime. 

“Pack your things. Me, you, and y/n leave tonight,” Sam said as she went towards the hallway where you were. 

“What are you doing up?” Sam said, staring at you in disbelief. 

“I- I don’t- I-“ you stumbled, collapsing onto the floor as tears filled your eyes. 

A man was in the living room, and Chad pulled him towards the door. Tara got up immediately trying to come up with reasons why it was not about them. Sam grabbed onto you. You were hyperventilating, close to passing out again.  

That same horror that you tried your best to ignore and that you wanted to put behind you was all coming back to the surface. Like a ruff tide pulling you under, beneath the waves. 

“Tara, we are leaving!”

“Can- can we at least think about this?! Quinn’s dad is a cop! We can call him and find out what’s going on,” Tara spoke as Quinn started to immediately call him. 

Sam’s phone rang as she was trying to comfort you, causing everyone around you to stare at it. 

“Why did everyone just freak out when her phone rang?” Ethan said causing Anika to huff. 

“You gotta keep up.” 

Quinn came back her face serious as she handed the phone to Sam. 

“My dad wants to speak to you.” 

“Watch her,” Sam said as she left to go talk to Quinn’s father. 

Tara immediately calmed you down. Trying to pet your hair as a way to keep you from having a mental breakdown. 

“Tara… I want- I want to go to bed,” you said barely above a whisper. 

You could feel the blood pouring from your stomach the way the knife felt on your chest. The stabs that filled your abdomen. The bloodcurdling scream that filled your lungs. The smile on Amber’s face was the look of admiration for her work. 

“Tara, I need to go to bed,” you started to cry. 

Tara was quick to pull you on your feet. Chad helped as he guided you back to Tara’s room. 

It was like a never-ending nightmare. Ghostface is back and you knew whoever it was wasn’t going to stop until you all were dead. 

You went to sleep with the same nightmare bleeding into your head. 

Help

HELP ME

SOMEONE 

PLEASE 

“HELP ME,” a scream tore through you. 

“You’re okay… you’re okay.” The person said in a soft voice to try to soothe you. 

You opened your eyes. They were blurry and watery trying to make out who it was. Those same brown curls you knew all too well were the first thing you saw. He smelled nice like clean linen as he held you rocking back and forth shushing you gently. 

“I- I thought you all left,” You said trying to catch your breath. 

“Well… we did and then Tara and Sam got hurt so everyone is at the police station. So Chad asked me to stay here and watch over you,” he whispered loosening his hold on you. 

“Are- are they alright?” You sat up immediately a little too quickly causing you to have a dizzy spell. 

He steadied you as you swayed. His face was close to yours, breath fanning over your face. 

“Yeah, they are fine. They said they’ll be back in a few hours.” Ethan gently laid you back. He spoke up again. “Lemme get you something to drink.”

You nodded and smiled before turning over and covering yourself with blankets. 

You didn’t like to be the “weak” one. The one they always had to baby but it was all you’ve ever known. You didn’t know anything else as sad as it was. 

You could feel a sinking feeling like there was a hole at the bottom of your stomach and all your organs were going to pour out of you. Blood was the first thing you smelled. It was all over your body it took over your senses. You wanted to scream but all you could do was keep your body still. 

You were sweating so much but you were so so cold. You felt hands on you, roaming your head, and the blood was gone. 

“You’re burning up,” Ethan said as he held the glass of water to your lips. 

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” you started to cry. 

Ethan panicked for a moment not knowing what to say. 

“Hey, no it’s okay. Just drink this ‘kay.”

You nodded, slowly sipping on the water he held to your lips. 

You were scared, confused, and most of all terrified. Ghostface was back. Whatever it is whoever it was they were back. 

“Hey- oh,” Quinn said smirking, “We just came back. We are having a group meeting after class.”

Ethan nodded as he looked at her, you couldn’t see his face but he turned back to you with a smile. 

“Drink some more of that water, okay?” 

“I will…”

Ethan walked out with a small awkward wave. Quinn sat down on the bed next to you.

“I need to get ready for class and go back to my dorm. I overstayed my stay-“ 

“No of course not. You are basically one of Sam’s siblings you could never overstay.”

You shyly smiled, “You truly are a good friend.”

“Of course, now go get ready for class.” 

You gave her a small hug and gathered your things. You were glad that you stayed here before school started, some of your clothes were in Tara’s closet. You did not want to walk around in your Red Riding Hood costume. 

Sam was outside talking to Tara.

“Hey, where are you going?” Sam asked 

“I need to go get ready for class today I still smell like a frat party.” 

“You can get ready here.”

“Sam,” Tara reprimanded.

“Fine, just be safe,” Sam replied reluctantly.

“I’m always am.”

With that, you walked out with a drawl string bag in your hand. 

. . . 

When you got to your dorm room your roommate was in the common room finishing up her make up. 

“Hey, I was wondering where you’ve been,” she said.

“Hey sorry, I’ve been out with Tara and all of them. We went to that Halloween party,” you stuttered. 

She noticed how your voice trembled a bit causing her to look at you with furrowed eyebrows. She knew what happened to you last year. It was kinda hard for people to not know what happened in Woodsboro. 

You both were starting to get comfortable with each other but she made sure to make you feel at home and safe. The boundaries you both set have never been crossed you both made sure of it. 

She said your name softly causing you to stop what you’re doing and look at her. Your face fell as soon as you looked into her eyes. 

“I’m- I’m just so scared,” you whispered as she hugged you. 

“I know,” she said softly rubbing your back as lightly as possible. 

There was nothing to be said further she already knew Ghostface was back. You pulled back hesitantly. 

“I need- I need to get ready for class,” you sniffled. 

“Yeah of course,” she said with a smile, “call me if you need anything. I gotta get going.” 

“I’ll see you,” you said. 

“See you,” she replied. 

She left and you stood there for a good while just staring at the spot she was at. You took a deep breath. You’re not in Woodsboro anymore. You were halfway across the country. 

There was no way Ghostface was after you or your friends.

At least that was what you wanted to desperately believe. 

. . . 

“Am I going to die a virgin?” Ethan said. 

You stared down at your feet as Mindy furrowed her eyebrows at Ethan. You stared off into the sky not caring for the conversation. 

“Uh.. weird overshare but that brings us to our current suspects. Ethan. The shy dorky guy who no one suspects, because he's so shy and dorky.” 

“Why am I on the list? Because I'm randomly Chad's roommate?” 

“Roommate lotteries can be juked, you could have fixed it to get next to us.” She quickly said. Before making her way to Quinn. “Quinn. The slutty roommate. Horror movie classic.”

“Uhh sex positive but thank you?” Quinn wondered. 

You stared off at the planes and the birds. You didn’t care for conversation. How could they blame you? 

“Hey, are you okay?” Wes said as he peered into your eyes. You all were at school again. At the picnic table. 

He smiled as he looked at you. His eyes were on your lips. You looked around, seeing Mindy laugh along with Tara. 

Wes was next to you, his smile was lighting your heart. 

“Wes?” You giggled as he playfully nudged you.

“Babe?” He said and when you blinked he was bloody, multiple stab wounds covered his body. 

“Wes,” you screamed. 

Wes…

“Are you okay?”

You stared at Mindy for a long time. Your eyes were so dull and you could only nod your head. 

“Yeah… I- I just… I need to go,” you whispered. You rushed away too embarrassed to even look back and say bye.

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little situation | part 10.

Summary: For years, HYDRA had been trying to use the samples of Steve’s DNA to make another super-soldier. They finally succeed and when S.H.I.E.L.D. breaks her out, Cap is forced to come face to face with his kid and figure out parenting on an Avengers’ lifestyle.

Warnings: maybe potential childhood trauma but nothing really

Pairing: Steve Rogers x blackdaughter!reader, avengers x child!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist) 

“There are no strings on me,” you muttered under your breath as you sat back in the chair for wiping.

The twins weren’t at breakfast, they weren’t at lunch either. They must’ve been on some mission because now it was night and you hadn’t seen them all day.

“What’s that?” one of the scientists, Marco, asked.

You liked Marco. He wasn’t trustworthy but he was nice enough. Nice enough that you could reveal little things to him.

“It’s a song. From Pinnochio.”

“Pinnochio? The children’s movie?”

You had forced Steve… you finally remembered his face. You had forced him to listen to the song multiple times. You remembered your hair still being very low, almost like a buzz. It was early into living with him, maybe only a couple months? He looked at you in exasperation as you grabbed the remote. Looking him dead in the eye, you rewinded the video forcing the song to play again.

“Babydoll?” Steve whined.

“It’s from the 40s.”

“This wasn’t the music I was talking about.”

You ignored him and hummed along. Steve sighed and got up off of the couch. He pushed the coffee table aside and bowed low.

“I suppose we can still dance to this. Care to humor your old man?”

You pretended to think about it before rewinding the song to the beginning. You had asked Steve more about his time and the dancing intrigued you so he promised to show you a thing or two when you finally gave in to listening to his old records. This wasn’t the compromise he intended but you knew you’d win out sooner or later. Steve was such a sucker for you. And because you were a daddy’s girl, you stood up and grabbed his hand.

“That’s my best girl, put your other hand on my shoulder… you can stand on my feet.”

You did to reach Steve’s height as he danced for the both of you. He eventually gave in and started singing with you and the track.

“I must’ve heard it in the Red Room. I think I liked that song.”

“I’ll try not to wipe it, 001. Open.”

You took the mouth guard but didn’t slip it in.

“Where are the twins?”

“Strucker died, don’t exactly know where they are now. Heard something about a claw and Ultron before they left. The mouth guard.”

You nodded and sat back, trying not to scream as the electricity pulsed through you. You were alone again.

~~

Clint’s farm was a necessary retreat. It was the only off the grid place they knew they’d be safe. The rest of the Avengers were surprised at this— Tony even going so far to say it was all a decoy at first. They were even more surprised as the two children jumped into Steve and Nat’s arms.

“Aunt Nat! Uncle Steve!”

“Hey kiddos.”

“Have you found Sarah yet?”

Steve set Cooper down. The room got quiet. Steve looked around and noticed the large wood pile outside the kitchen window.

“Laura, do you need that cut?”

Before she could answer, Steve walked outside muttering that he would get it done for them. Laura patted Cooper’s head, assuring him that he didn’t say anything wrong. That it was just sensitive for Steve. He only wanted to focus on stopping Ultron.

It wasn’t easy to compartmentalize but he had to. So he let Sam and Bucky focus on you because the world needed their Captain. The wood split in half under his bare hands as he tried and failed to push down thoughts. He stayed out there, chopping wood, until Thor and Tony called him talking about a plan.

~~

“Think fast!”

The two knocks vibrated through the floor and up through your feet. Your hand automatically shot up and you caught the knife, turning your head to see Pietro. He was a welcome sight considering you hadn’t seen them in weeks or maybe it was just days? Time was still a concept you didn’t have much of at the moment.

Pietro walked over and grabbed your hand as he started to walk out of the training room, saying something but it was too fast and too quiet. You pulled away and he looked at you in confusion.

“Too fast, too quiet.” You pointed to your ear.

“We don’t have time, Doll.”

“Not your doll.”

“Ultron’s going to kill everyone and we need you.”

“You finally figure out HYDRA’s bad?”

“Not the time.”

Before you could protest, Pietro scooped you up and ran. You could hear the screaming of people on the streets of Sokovia when Pietro finally set you down. And judging by how loud it was in your ear, the screaming was plenty.

“We need to evacuate the city,” Pietro said as you watched it slowly start to lift from the actual Earth.

“You knock out the robots, I’ll move the people,” you said and ran off.

It was hard when you didn’t speak the language of Sokovia and couldn’t really hear anything besides screams. But people seemed to trust you. Or trust you enough to let you direct them. You ran towards a bridge, seeing a car tip dangerously over it.

You went to grab it and pull it up as the poor woman inside screamed. The car was almost on the bridge again when the back bumper separated from the rest of the car and it fell. You looked down in horror but soon saw a man in a large cape racing towards the car.

“There’s another Enhanced in the field,” Thor said.

“What?!” Clint asked, not believing what he was hearing over the comms.

“Are they helping or on Ultron’s side?” Steve questioned as he took out a robot.

Thor looked up from where you were watching him and the car plummet. He grabbed the woman’s hand and nodded at you, you nodding back. Thor flung the woman up and you jumped over the bridge, holding onto to the edge as you grabbed her. It wasn’t going to be careful but you threw her up and over as gently as you could. You grunted as you pulled yourself back up but when you did, you saw the woman running off to a safer spot.

“Helping, I think,” Thor said.

“We deal with it later, then. Stopping Ultron is our only focus.”

“Understood, Captain.”

You saw carriers and directed people, punching out any robots in your way. Something sounded destructive from the center of the city but there was no time to process. You were satisfied that people were safe as you damn near threw a man onto the carrier that was pulling away. The air was getting thinner.

The other Avengers made their way to the carriers like Steve said before they started to turn around. He was going to sweep for stragglers. That’s what he said. It was a suicide mission and they knew it. Because if he couldn’t get to the carriers in time, he was as good as dead when the city either floated into space or dropped to the ground. Steve looked at them like they were insane.

“We’re not leaving you Rogers,” Nat said when they heard a scream.

It sounded like a child. They located the boy and could see a robot aiming at him. Steve ran, fatherly instincts kicking in and grabbed the kid shielding him and braced for impact hoping the kid would survive. But the bullets never came. He looked up to see you watching him, slightly leaning and swaying on your feet. And then Steve saw all the bullets at your feet and the cracks on your skin start to close up.

“Sarah?”

Clint scooped the boy up from Steve’s arm as Steve ran to where you had dropped.

“Fuck, that hurt… I know, I know. Language.”

You had cut him off when his mouth opened to say something. Steve clutched your face in both of his hands as he laughed half-heartedly, tears forming at his eyes. He helped you stand up as Tony had finally gotten a grip on the city, slowly lowering it back to the ground. You and Steve were jostled as the city dropped the final few feet back into its original place. The carriers were lowered back to the ground as people staggered out.

“Put in a call to start cleaning the city up,” Tony said to Rhodey.

“On it.”

The rest of the Avengers watched Steve walk back with a girl tucked underneath his shoulder. Clint and Nat were the first to run to you, hugging you tight. No one else said anything as Steve escorted you into the quinjet.

“Steve’s kid?” Rhodey asked, having never seen you before.

“Yeah.” Nat pushed past and sat on the other side of you, daring anyone to say the wrong thing as the jet started off and back towards the newly finished compound.

You didn’t look up for a while. Tony was the first to notice the hearing aids he made for you were missing. That you had never been given new ones and he made a mental note to fit you immediately when the jet landed. You finally looked up and turned to face your dad, the only face you could remember.

“How old am I?”

“Fifteen. We just passed your fifteenth birthday three days ago.”

“Oh.”

The rest of the team watched in awkward silence as you looked confused. They could see the evident pain in Steve’s face when he realized he couldn’t read you any more. You looked around at everybody and then at the seat you had been placed in. It was large enough that you could sit cross-legged. And you discovered it swiveled. You turned the whole chair to face Steve and folded up your legs.

“My name is Sarah Elise Rogers. Yes or no?”

Steve was stunned by your question, so was the rest of the team. You looked at your dad in desperation. You had thought you were thirteen. If you couldn’t get an age right, what else were you wrong about. You needed real answers.

“My name is Sarah Elise Rogers. Yes or no?”

“Yes.”

“I’m fifteen years old?”

“Yes.”

“My mother is Elise (L/N), a graduate student, and my father is Steven Grant Rogers, Captain America. You.”

“Yeah, Babydoll.”

You faltered for a moment. Pizza, there was pizza when he called you that the first time. And a couch? Steve’s apartment. That’s when… but where was the apartment?

“We live in DC?” You asked hesitantly.

“We did.”

“But you’re from Brooklyn and Wales.”

It was then they all knew what was going on. Everyone knew by now Steve’s family was Irish. You weren’t asking questions as some interrogation about them, making sure they were the good guys. You were asking questions because you didn’t remember. They hadn’t realized it because it wasn’t what Bucky did. Instead, he would write it down or look it up and only when someone corrected him would he maybe ask a question.

“Ireland. I’m from Brooklyn and we’re Irish.”

“I have an Uncle Nat?”

“Aunt, Aunty Nat.”

You turned the chair to face who you assumed were Clint and Nat since they sat closest to you, studying their faces. Nothing. You knew they cared about you but you got nothing, no memories. You pointed at each of them.

“Auntie Nat? Uncle Clint?”

They both nodded. You looked at Clint.

“You have a wife and two children. What are their names?”

“Laura’s my wife. I have a son, Cooper, and my daughter, Lila.”

“I think I liked them. I’m the oldest, right?”

“Older than Coop by two years,” Clint said with a smile on his face. At least you remembered you had his family.  

You nodded absentmindedly and turned the chair back to Steve.

“I have your blonde hair and super soldier abilities.” You continued after Steve nodded. “I’m a genius like my mother… they killed her when I was seven?”

“They did.”

“My diamond skin. It’s not from you or her but HYDRA?”

“Diamond skin?”

Steve’s question gave you enough answers. You ignored it and moved on, knowing they’d want to come back to it at some point. But that wasn’t your focus or problem.

“HYDRA are the bad guys. There’s only one person I trust there, Jamie.”

“The man with the metal arm?”

“You know him?”

“I… you’ll see him soon. Any other questions, Babydoll?”

“…no… they wipe me every morning. That’s why I can’t remember,” you whispered the confession.

Bruce spoke up at that. “Every morning?”

“They do it after she leaves breakfast,” Wanda piped up from where she and Pietro were sitting.

“Is that necessary? Bucky said they only wiped him if he started asking too many questions.”

“It kept me docile.”

“I know you don’t remember me but I am so sorry,” Bruce said and you nodded in acknowledgment.

“Babydoll, diamond skin?” Steve asked carefully, worried about pushing boundaries.

You met his eyes before looking away all together. Since you weren’t looking at anyone and they weren’t about to scream in the contained quinjet, no one knew what to do next. Pietro spoke up.

“Her skin hardens at points of impact. She feels pain but it’s almost impossible to actually pierce her skin. Watch. Doll! Think fast.”

Pietro knocked twice on the quinjet floor when he saw you had uncrossed your legs and planted your feet again. He purposely knocked deliberately later than when he threw Clint’s arrow so you would only have time to hold up a hand but not grab it. You turned and held your palm up, the arrow hitting and falling to the ground. You looked at Pietro.

“I’m not your doll. And ow.”

“That didn’t even hurt you.”

“It could’ve gone through my hand.”

That made you and the twins laugh until your sides were sore. It might’ve been over a dark topic but Steve’s mouth automatically pulled into a smile when he heard your laughter.

The quinjet landed at the compound and everyone looked in awe.

“Yeah I know. It’s incredible, go figure. First things first we have a new A.I. Unit. Since JARVIS is now a part of Vis, everyone meet FRIDAY,” Tony said as he exited the jet first.

Steve placed a hand on your shoulder and guided you out. Tony continued his speech as he gave a tour of the compound. You were mainly looking because Tony wasn’t speaking very loudly and would constantly turn around so you couldn’t see his lips.

“Uncle Tony!” You called once you all reached he and Bruce’s new lab.

That made the man stop in his tracks.

“Yeah, Sarah?”

“You made my hearing aids? Yes or no?”

“Yeah, kid. And the minute the tour’s over, you come back down and we’ll get you new ones. You still like (f/c)?”

You nodded. Tony needed a minute to recover before he continued the tour. They all did. But you didn’t see why, these were your dad’s friends. His family. So they must’ve been your family too.

“And the residential floors. Only Avengers on property after hours, all S.H.I.E.L.D. goes home, but I figured we’d have additions to the team so from here up is all residential. Common room in the middle. Dorm style beneath the common area. Family style above.”

“The difference?” Clint asked.

“Family style have their own living room and kitchen. But rest assured each room dorm style is the size of an apartment. We don’t skimp.”

“Oh good to know.”

“Pepper and I stay on the upper most apartment. Pool is at the very top along with a bar. Everyone go pick your places. Just claim a room and tell FRIDAY.”

“I think I’ll just get a room. Leave Laura and the kids on the farm, feels safer,” Clint said as he headed towards the elevators.

“Capsicle? Sarah, you need a nickname, kid.”

“Babydoll’s already mine for her, don’t even think about it. Is there a family style with four rooms?”

“Four? I mean yes but four? You, Sarah? I’m assuming you’re adding the Manchurian Candidate… that’s three.” Tony held up three fingers as if Steve couldn’t count.

Steve scratched the back of his head before sighing and giving up. “Sam.”

“Wilson? I didn’t know you…”

“Yeah, we didn’t talk about it much in the 40s. Is there one with four rooms?”

Steve cut Tony off. He still wasn’t very comfortable talking about it, everyone’s claims of the 21st century be damned.

“Yeah, the third and fourth ones.”

Steve turned you around to see him.

Which one?

Four of us. Fourth floor.

“We’ll take the fourth floor,” Steve said and you two started to walk towards the elevator, leaving the others stunned at Steve’s semi-confession.

(Part 11)...

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Part 2 Chapter 6

Kwan didn’t mean to ignore Danny. It’s just that Danny seemed to want this to be about him and it wasn’t. Just like Mom since the news came out, Danny was pushing and pushing for him to talk about it. Tyson dying had nothing to do with him. He didn’t need comfort or whatever. He wasn’t avoiding Danny, he was avoiding the awkwardness of Danny trying to soothe him.

Okay, maybe he was avoiding Danny.

Kwan didn’t want to talk about it. He wasn’t sad right now, but talking about it would make him miserable. The assembly was unbearable; all that emotion and eulogy nonsense—it’s like they were trying to make him cry. He wasn’t even friends with Tyson anymore. He had no business crying over him. Putting in his headphones, he listened to a football podcast instead.

The gym doors swung closed behind him and he headed the throng of students moving toward the classrooms. Pete Prisco was theorizing that the Patriots would be back on top of their division by the end of the month; Jason LaCanfora called him an idiot. Kwan hoped LaCanfora was right; Dash was always a huge Patriots fan.

Maybe he should get his own team. The Dolphins? No, if he picks a rival of the Patriots to spite Dash that’s still making the decision about Dash. Maybe the Bengals? No, their uniforms were ugly. The Panthers? Did he want to watch a whole team just for Christian McCaffrey?

This bore thinking about. Way more thinking about than being sad.

As he was mulling on the merits of becoming a Colts fan (pros: Indianapolis is close enough that he could maybe go to some games; cons: they suck), he bumped into someone as he tried to push through the door of his Creative Writing class.

“Watch it,” he said without looking.

The person scoffed. “You bumped into me, dick.”

Normally, turning to see Sam Manson, hands on hips and glaring at him, would’ve caused his heart to stutter in anxiety. Today, though, Kwan just felt exhausted. His shoulders slumped and the straps of his backpack slipped down.

“Whatever,” he said. He fixed his eyes back on the floor and shuffled toward his desk, dropping his bag to the floor with a thunk.

Manson frowned at him. “Are you… okay?”

Jesus. Why did everyone keep asking him that? Manson didn’t even like him.

Kwan rolled his eyes and said, “If I’m ever not, I’ll make sure you’re the first I call.”

“Tell me something: do you have to try to be such a dick, or does it come naturally.”

“You already called me a dick ten seconds ago. Get some new material, Manson.” Kwan put his head in his arms. “And go to your own desk.”

The thing was: Kwan knew he was being a jerk. He knew that Manson was actually trying to be nice to him. It’s just that anyone being nice to him right now felt kind of like swallowing glass, felt like reaching into his stomach with a red hot poker and swirling it around. They should save their niceness for Tyson’s older brother, for his father and mother, even for Dash and Valerie.

Kwan wasn’t even friends with him anymore.

“You know, you already stole my best friend. You could at least act like a person to me.”

“Danny’s his own person. He makes his own choices.”

“You know what I mean.” Manson moved like she was going to sit down, then stopped and turned back. “Is he… is he doing alright?”

Kwan blinked. “Yeah. Yeah, he’s okay.”

“Because I know he wasn’t doing so great earlier, and I’m sure our fight didn’t help, and Tucker said—I just, he’s okay, right?”

Kwan met her eyes for the first time. “He will be. And—and he’ll come to you when he’s ready. Promise.”

Manson bit her lip, nodded once, and finally, finally sat down. Kwan turned his attention to his desk, scribbling on a sheet of paper.

He was only vaguely aware when Ms. Suarez closed the door and began class. He doodled in the margins of his notebook as Ms. Suarez discussed the concept of ekphrasis and the ekphrastic poem. Normally, this was the only class he could focus on, but today, he couldn’t hear anything over the buzzing in his head.

He moved through the rest of his classes the same way. Like he was wading in the ocean, struggling against the waves for each step forward. He ate lunch in the library. He stared out the window in English. His notebook was covered with little pictures of the ectopus and the robot ghost even though looking at them made him kind of queasy.

—

He barely noticed when Danny split off from him after school, going to his own house instead of Kwan’s, and he walked the rest of the way home alone.

He walked in, said hello to Mom, ignoring her questions as he slipped into his room. He kept his answers monosyllabic through dinner, picked at his food, then excused himself and collapsed in bed.

The next day, he kept to himself again. Danny kept trying to talk to him, but he avoided him in the hallways. He was just tired of people being worried. He just wanted to be left alone.

He ate lunch in the library, again. Didn’t look at Danny. Didn’t wait for Danny after class, instead jogged out of the school and home before Danny could said one word to him.

“No Danny again today?” Mom said as he walked in the door.

“No.” He dropped his bag on the floor and moved toward his room, avoiding his mother’s eyes as best he could. He just had to get out of here before—

“Honey,” Mom said, “are you alright?”

Before that.

“Why does everyone keep asking me that? I’m fine.”

“You are not.”

“Oh, so now you’re going to tell me how I feel?” Something hot and ugly was bubbling in his chest, ready to burst out. He was so sick of this, of having to deal with everyone’s concern for no reason.

“I don’t know how you feel, but I’d wager that ‘fine’ doesn’t factor in.”

“Well, I’d feel better if people would stop bothering me and leave me alone.”

“Kwan.”

“What?”

“Do you want to have this conversation now or later?”

“I don’t want to have this conversation at all. And I don’t need it, either.”

Mom held up her hands in retreat. “Okay! Okay. I’ll table this conversation for the rest of the day, if you do just one thing for me.”

Kwan groaned, setting his bag on the floor. When Mom got an idea in her head, she was impossible to talk out of it. If it wasn’t today, sometime soon he was going to have to sit down and talk about his feelings with her because she’d decided that he had to be sad about what happened.

Well, it was sad. Just not sad for him in particular. Sad for Tyson.

Still, he’d take his one day reprieve. Maybe she’d forget in the meantime.

(She would not forget. He knew she would not forget.)

“Would you come with me to the park? I think we could both use some sun and fresh air.”

Kwan rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

The walk to the park was short, filled with Mom’s idle chatter about her day, about the patients she saw, about her frustration with one particular nurse who couldn’t seem to figure out how to put in an IV (“I know she’s new, but she’s been new for about six months now and she ought to have learned something in that time”). It was nice, not to have to react beyond a considering hmm.

Mom led him to a park bench that had been warmed in the sun all day. The air was cool, but not chilly. In the sun, it was nearly warm enough to take off his jacket. Mom stopped talking, instead taking the spot next to him and grabbing his hand.

Just sitting on the bench, Kwan could feel the gentle, low warmth of the late autumn sun hit his face. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, ignoring the nip of the wind at his chin and ears and focusing on the energy of the sun.

Of course, it couldn’t last.

“It’s okay to grieve, hon. Even if you weren’t friends anymore.”

“Cool,” he said, keeping his eyes closed.

“I know he wasn’t your best friend, not like Dash, but you invited him to your birthday party last year. You made him cupcakes when he made the football team. You loved him. That doesn’t go away after a month.”

“I thought you said we weren’t going to talk about this.”

“I’m just worried about you. This isn’t something you should ignore.”

“There’s nothing to ignore!”

Mom buried her face in her hands. “I’m not a therapist, baby, I don’t know the right words to say. I just know you’re hurting and I want to help.”

“Why don’t you try helping me by listening to what I’m actually saying, not what you’ve decided is wrong with me?”

Whatever Mom was going to say, she was cut off as people started to scream. To the side, he saw a sickening green glow. Another one, then. He was almost grateful; at least it got him out of this conversation.

“We need to go,” Mom said, reaching into her bag. “I will call the Fentons myself, and then we’re leaving.”

The glow was getting closer. “Uh, Mom?”

Mom turned just as the ghost (some kind of green panther? Except, no, it just shapeshifted into a giant wasp. Great) crested the hill into their line of sight. “Now!” she said. She grabbed Kwan’s hand and pulled.

Kwan stood, still feeling sluggish from the day's events, and turned to follow. This was why he didn’t notice as the shapeshifting ghost flew directly at him, turning into a gorilla just as it landed on him.

“Kwan!” his mother screamed as he felt one of his ribs snap. Or maybe he was screaming. How had Danny put up with this so well? It felt like his torso was on fire.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her holding the stupid Fenton thermos, shaking like a leaf everywhere except her ever-steady hands. She fired it at the gorilla on his chest, but the gorilla batted it away like it was nothing.

“Another kid, too!” the ghost said. “She’ll be so happy with me for this one.” Then it lowered its fangs to Kwan’s throat.

Kwan had heard that your life flashed before your eyes when you were about to die. He didn’t know if that was true for other people, but the only thing in his head as his death approached was a prayer he couldn’t speak: oh no, don’t let my mom watch me die.

And maybe he should take up religion, because the godawful, unrelenting pressure on his chest suddenly vanished.

“Kwan! Kwan, baby, are you alright? Can you speak?” And his mom was there, gently cradling his head in her lap, holding him at an angle so that he could just barely see the shape of Danny, in his ghost form, brawling with the other ghost, now in the shape of a bear.

(Of course it wasn’t a god. Of course it was Danny.)

“If you can’t speak, then could you blink for me? Once for yes, twice for no.”

“I can—” he coughed and his ribs burned “—I can talk. I’m okay.”

Mom laughed. “I don’t think any of us are okay right now, but I’m so, so happy you’re alive.”

Tears pricked at Kwan’s eyes. “Yeah,” he said, voice wobbling, “I’m happy I’m alive, too.”

He passed out.

—

“Is he okay?”

Kwan bumbled back into awareness like swimming through so much molasses. He could hear the world around him, someone (Danny?) talking, but he hadn’t quite found his way back to the place where he could open his eyes or move his mouth.

“He’ll be fine.” That was Mom. She sounded so tired. He should let her know that he’s awake.

Once his mouth works again.

“I owe you an apology.”

“You don’t have to—"

“I do. You were right.” Mom sighed. Something was beeping in the background, making it harder to hear the next thing she said. “I just… I couldn’t let you put yourself in danger like that. Except I could, it turns out, to save Kwan.”

“Hey, I came out of it fine this time!”

“I know. But you won’t always.”

“… I know.”

“I don’t know what the answer is. But if you hadn’t been there, then Kwan would’ve died. I was useless. Your parents didn’t get there until the ghost was already gone. You came from halfway across town and got there just in time.”

“Maybe there’s a compromise.”

A shaky laugh. “A compromise, huh?”

“Yeah. Maybe… maybe I can just fight until we figure out something else. Just until my parents finish their exoskeleton or the government becomes aware of ghosts and can do something about it.”

“A stopgap.”

“Yeah.”

Mom sighed again. “I can’t believe I’m compromising on having a child fight deadly ghosts.”

“Sorry?”

“Not your fault. Just what it is.”

Before Kwan could breach the surface, a wave crashed down and dragged him back under.

—

“I thought getting injured was my thing,” Danny said when Kwan finally opened his eyes.

Kwan dragged his lips into a smile. “You can take it back, dude. Tried it. Didn’t like it.”

He was in a hospital room; he had fuzzy memories of waking up once before, but the specifics of the encounter eluded his sleep-addled mind. Danny and Mom were there, he was sure.

Danny chuckled. “Your mom’s getting you checked out,” he said. “The doctor was ready to let you go a while ago, but you took your sweet time waking up. Apparently, your body needed the sleep.”

Kwan flushed. He hadn’t slept more than a few hours at a time since the mall attack. He hoped Mom didn’t put it together; she’d use it as another excuse to pester him about Tyson.

Danny’s hands were on the bed, fiddling with his hospital blanket. The silence stretched on for a long moment.

“What?”

“What?”

“You look like you want to say something.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Danny’s eyes shifted down to Kwan’s feet. “I just—are we good? You’ve been avoiding me for a couple days.”

“Oh. Oh, yeah. I didn’t mean—I just wanted to be left alone for a little bit, there. Mom keeps trying to get me to—talk about feelings, or whatever. I’m just sick of it is all.”

“Is there… something to talk about?”

“No! Fuck!” Kwan slammed his head against the back of the hospital bed, ignoring the dull twinge of his side. “Not you too.”

Danny held up his hands in surrender. “Okay! Just asking.”

Kwan sighed. “I know. I know. I’m just… really, really sick of it.”

“Okay. I won’t ask again. Promise.” Danny held out his pinky.

Kwan laughed and shook his head. “You’re still such a dork.” But he wrapped his pinky around Danny’s, and felt something warm and glowing in his chest.

—

“So,” the man in the white suit said, “your injuries came from… a wild gorilla? In Indiana?”

“Maybe it escaped from the zoo,” Kwan said, scratching at the bandages on his chest. Mom nudged his hand away. “How should I know?”

The man had introduced himself as “Agent O” and said he had some questions to ask about Kwan’s attack. Mom hadn’t wanted to let him through the door, but he’d pushed his way through anyway and when she told him to leave, he rested his hand on the gun at his hip. Mom closed her mouth with an audible click. 

Kwan had spent the last ten hours since being released from the hospital propped up on the couch, still woozy from whatever drugs they’d given him. He wasn’t sure if it was because of this haziness or not, but he couldn’t figure out why a government suit was so interested in an animal attack.

“Hm,” Agent O said. He scribbled something in his notebook. “And what color was the gorilla?”

Well, the gorilla had been green. And not always a gorilla. But he shouldn’t say that, right? 

“I was… more focused on it trying to kill me.” Yeah. That could work.

“Really? You didn’t notice the color at all? Nothing about its appearance stuck out to you?”

Who was this guy?

“That’s what he said,” Mom said before Kwan could try to put together a sentence. “Now, who did you say you worked for?”

Agent O pursed his lips and stood up. “Thank you for your… cooperation. We’ll be in touch.”

Mom’s eyes narrowed. “Get out of my house.”

“Of course. Mrs. Huang. Mr. Huang.”

And the agent left, closing the door with a soft click.

A moment passed. Mom picked up one of the spare throw pillows lying in the room and threw it at the door, letting out a screech.

“To come in here—no warrant, no name, no agency even—to come in here while my child is injured and interrogate him, to badger him while he’s still—and to threaten me! To put your hand on your gun in my house! I just—he just—” Mom grabbed another pillow, held it to her face, and screamed.

Kwan’s brain took the opportunity to catch up with what was going on. “Did that guy… did he know it wasn’t a normal gorilla?”

“I don’t know, baby. Maybe. That whole interaction was… sketchy.” Mom ran her hand through her hair and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry for freaking out like that. He just… he gave me the willies.”

Yeah. He’d given Kwan the willies too.

Mom moved to replace the pillows to their rightful spots, humming under her breath. It was nice. Peaceful, even. Until:

“We do need to talk, though.”

Oh no. That was never good. Kwan thought back to what had happened yesterday, just before the attack. He had a sneaking suspicion.

“About Tyson?”

“Yes.”

Fuck. And now he was only kind of mobile, so he couldn’t escape the conversation. He stared at the arm of the couch, picking at the fibers. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“You know that’s not true.”

It would be if he tried hard enough.

“Now,” Mom said, “you don’t have to talk to me, but you do have to talk to someone. I’ve arranged for you to meet with the new grief counselor at school when you go back on Monday. Either you can talk to her then, or me now. Take your pick.”

Kwan groaned. He had no good choices, it seemed. Well, maybe the grief counselor would finally believe him when he said he was fine. If she didn’t, at least he doesn’t have to deal with her until Monday.

“Fine, if it will make you calm down, I’ll go talk to the grief counselor so she can tell you herself that I’m fine.”

Mom smiled. “Wonderful! I’ll let Dr. Spectra know to expect you Monday morning.”

“Yeah.” Kwan sighed. “Wonderful.”

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To Die For - Chapter 9, Finding Jade

Summary: Jade’s father continues his assault on her until he is shot. Bucky fights two cult members while Ma treats Jade. After Jade is taken to hospital they learn the extent of the cult’s influence.

Length: 4.4K

Characters: Bucky, Jade, Ma, Steve, medical personnel.

Warnings: Deliberate assault by father against daughter, death by gunshot wound, description of abuse, knife fight causing injury.

Author notes: Even with the violence this is one of my favourite chapters as it shows Bucky in action. It reveals the extent of his love for Jade and the open affection between him and Ma.

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As her father approached her with the knife Jade began to panic, trying to pull herself out of the strong hands of the two men who held her impassively.  They lowered her to the floor and one held her legs down as the other sat on her left arm while stretching out the right.  Without hesitation her father inserted the tip of the knife into her right arm and pressed the blade into it.  The pain, the white hot pain, seared itself into her brain.  It was much worse than what she had experienced in the dreams from Bucky's memories and she screamed both in her mind and with her voice.  As he told her more of his warped plans her father cut into the artery and she felt the blood spurting over her face.  There was nothing left in her, nothing but despair and disbelief that a man would do this to anyone much less his daughter. 

She never even registered the sound of a rifle, or the spray of blood that bloomed at the back of her father's head.  The look of surprise on his face would always stay with her but as he fell forward onto her she became aware that the two men who had held her down were suddenly fighting hand to hand with someone.  She tried to look but whoever it was moved too fast for her to concentrate.  Then two soft hands were under her arms,  pulling her away from under her father's body and off to the side and she heard her mother's voice.

"That bastard," she cried, looking over Jade from above.  "He hurt my baby.  I had to kill him, he was hurting you.  Hold on baby, I have to put a tourniquet on you, fast."

She raised her head and had a better look at the fighting now.  It was Bucky in a knife fight with both men.  He had a knife in each hand and was whirling and twirling the knives as if he were a circus performer.  His skill was incredible and as hurt as she was she felt awe and pride that it was her man, her love that was fighting for her.  Her vision started greying out and she felt fuzzy in her mind until a sharp pain on her arm drew her attention back to her mother who had ripped her shirt off to use as a tourniquet to stop the bleeding in her arm.  The sharp pain was her twisting the shirt tight to stop the artery from bleeding her out.  Running to a bathroom Ma grabbed a towel and brought it back to apply to the wound itself, protecting it from further trauma.  Together they both watched Bucky do an impossible horizontal roll in the air and slice one of the men's Achilles' tendon with his outstretched knife in hand.   That man went down screaming in agony, holding his leg with both of his hands.  The other man succeeded in planting his knife in Bucky's shoulder as he fell to the floor but he just ignored it and actually pulled it out, throwing it away, before flipping back up and attacking the remaining fighter.  The man on the floor tried to pick it up but Steve and Clint had arrived by then and aimed their guns at him.

"Steve," yelled Ma, seeing him at the door.  "She needs a hospital now!  He cut her brachial artery."

Steve nodded and used his comms to call Sam, who came crashing through the doors of the balcony within seconds.  He picked Jade up and ran out the doors flying up into the sky.  Steve came around and pulled his jacket off so Ma was covered.  Together they watched Bucky and the second man continue to fight.

"Shouldn't you stop him?" asked Ma.

"No," said Steve.  "He won't kill him, just hurt him really bad.  Actually, he's kind of playing with him right how.  He just needs to get it out of his system and I have no problem with it.  We have control of the estate.  Excuse my language but these fucking people didn't think what they did was wrong.  Is that a mummy on a throne?"

He pointed at the mummy of Elder Abraham and Ma gasped.  "He's dead?" she exclaimed.  "John's been using a dead man to take people's money and live like a king.  Why did he need Jade?"

Bucky climbed up the second man's body wrapping his thighs around the man's head and neck putting him into a choke hold and held him until he was unconscious and fell onto the floor.  Then he released the unconscious fighter, shoving him away, and sat there on his knees getting his bearings back.  He was barely winded, looked around and when he didn't see Jade he started to panic.

"Sam has taken her to the hospital," said Ma.  "Her dad cut her arm open and hit the artery.  Why would he do that?"

Bucky stood up and put his arms around Ma.  "I don't know," he said quietly, whatever fury that had been fuelling him in the fight obviously gone.  "Let's go to what passes for a hospital here and find out what Jade has to say."

"Take one of the cult vehicles," said Steve.  "They have a full garage of electric vehicles.  They lived like kings while people were struggling.  I'm going to see the sheriff and find out why he let this shit show go on."

I want something good to die for

To make it beautiful to live.

Go With The Flow by Queens of the Stone Age

In one of the rooms of the residence they passed on the way to the garage there was an open closet full of women's clothing of various sizes.  Bucky pulled a tunic out of one of them and gave it to Ma, turning his back so she could put it on.  She told him to grab a T-shirt for Jade, size small, to replace the one that was covered in blood.

"You're such a gentleman," she said.  "I'm not like Jade, I actually wear a bra.  She never would."

"I noticed that," he said.  "It was a bit disconcerting at first.  Not that I mind.  I can't believe I just said that to her mom."

She patted his hand.  "You're a good man," she said.  "You might have noticed we aren't embarrassed by talking about sex.  I grew up in a strict religious household, and married a religious man.  But it brought nothing but shame and fear into my life.  After I was cast out and found Jade I made the decision her upbringing would be the opposite of mine.  Free of shame over the greatest gift God ever gave us.  Jade decided the same for Ben."

"He is a very direct boy," said Bucky.  "Takes some getting used to but I like him."

"Good, he likes you, too," said Ma.  "When you and Jade get married you adopt him."

He smiled, slightly embarrassed.  "I still have to ask her.  Come on, let's go try out one of the electric vehicles."

They found what they were looking for in a garage with six vehicles.  A row of electronic keys were on hooks in front of the vehicles.  Ma unplugged the cord as Bucky took the first set of keys and opened the door for Ma.  He sat in, adjusted the seat and started it.  The lack of an engine sound was disconcerting at first but when he pressed the pedal and it moved he was impressed.  They drove to the hospital where Sam was arguing over payment.

"They're treating her but they want payment before they let her go," he said.  "What a world we live in."

Ma reached inside her jeans pocket and took out the little bar of gold.  It was slightly smaller than the shape it started out as Bucky had taken some to make Jade's ring.  She held it up to the clerk who pulled out a scale and weighed it saying it would more than cover the expenses.  How did she want the change?

"In gold," replied Ma, with a bit of disgust in her voice. 

"You're money is no good here," said another woman coming out from a mirrored office behind the clerk.

It was the front person for Dr. Wells who had given Bucky a vial of broad spectrum antibiotics after he took out the two traffickers during their provision run.  She picked up the bar of gold and gave it back to Ma.

"Is it true you killed that Langford fellow?" she asked.  "He was a real piece of work."

"I killed him," said Ma.  "He was carving my daughter's arm up.  He was my ex to boot."

"I don't know how many of their kids we had to treat for injuries because of their discipline," the woman said with revulsion.  "Our sheriff sure didn't seem interested in dealing with him.  Is it true he was living like a king?"

Ma nodded while Bucky just stood and observed the interaction.  He didn't know the woman was involved in the hospital.  She looked up at him.

"We're trying to make a go of it here," she said.  "But it's hard to compete with the black market to get equipment and supplies.  The trades we make on market days are what keeps us going.  You've always brought us quality materials, Bucky, and taking on those two traffickers that day impressed the shit out of Dr. Wells, after I told him.  He treated your girlfriend.  Room 4B, just down to the left.  Thank you for your service, and say thanks to the Avengers for taking care of that cult."

He nodded and the three of them sought out room 4B.  Ma went in first and stuck her head out to say Jade was decent.  She was pale and sitting partially reclining on a bed.  She was in a hospital gown, hooked up to an IV, and her right arm was heavily bandaged from the elbow to the shoulder. 

"They gave me some of the good stuff so I'm feeling a little loopy," she said, slightly slurring her words.  "I'm going to have a nasty scar.  He was trying to cut my implant out but was in the wrong arm.  Sam, thank you for getting me here so fast.  Someday I would love to go up with you when my life isn't in danger."

"You're welcome," he said.  "I just flew.  I'm not the one who actually rescued you."

He looked at Ma and Bucky.  "I killed your Dad, Jade," said Ma.  "Not that he ever was much of a father.  I don't know what happened to him."

"Power," said Bucky.  "Some men get a taste of power and it's intoxicating to them.  But what he did to you..."

"You don't know the half of it," said Jade.  "It wasn't Abraham who wanted me to have his child.  It was dear old Dad.  He was the real Abraham, the evil behind it all.  I saw his mind.  He believed our child would have the ability to control the Others and with that he wanted to turn the whole world into a bigger version of the Children of Adam, with him at the head.  Fuck, my father was a madman."

"But your mother wasn't," said Bucky.  "She raised you right."

"So right that I tried to use the Winter Soldier to kill my father and Abraham," said Jade, her eyes starting to tear up.  "Didn't work.  He wouldn't do anything because Abraham was already dead.  He's probably still sitting in my mind somewhere waiting to be activated."

Bucky said the activation words in Russian but nothing happened.  "He's not there," said Bucky.  "That should have brought him out."

"My instructions to him were that after he completed his mission he was to disappear and never take another mission again," replied Jade.  "Maybe that's what happened when he saw both of them dead.  They want me to stay here for the night but I would rather go home.  Do you think you can talk them into it?"

"I'll see what I can do," said Bucky, leaning forward to kiss her tenderly on the lips.

Sam walked out with him.  "You know, there is a lot of good barter stuff in that compound and gold, "said Sam.  "Would do a lot of good to help people around here, including this hospital."

"Why don't you find the equivalent of a judge around here and see if you can make it happen," said Bucky. 

He found Dr. Wells at a desk filling in paper work and introduced himself.  The doctor, a middle aged man, stood up and shook Bucky's hand. 

"Jade's injury was quite severe," said Dr. Wells.  "I would like to keep her here tonight to make sure the sutures hold and to give her some blood, since she lost a fair amount.  She is O Positive, which I'm very low on so I'm hoping a donor shows up pretty quick."

"I'll talk to her mother," said Bucky.  "If she gets the blood can I take her home?  We do have Dr. Bruce Banner on our team.  He has been acting as an MD and knows his way around medical care.  We're also going to see if we can give you some of the cult's assets to help fund your hospital.  I wasn't expecting this level of care."

"Thank you," said Dr. Wells.  "We're trying."

Bucky had to go through the waiting room to get back to Jade's room and found almost everyone, including Ben, there.  He told them the hospital was low on blood and almost everyone agreed to donate on the spot.  Pulling Ben with him Bucky returned to Jade's bedside where her son gingerly hugged his mother, trying not to touch her injured arm.  He mentioned the need for blood and Ma joined the others to donate.  As they sat there Ben looked from Bucky to Jade.

"Looks like everyone is awkward around me again," he joked.  "I'm going to find Peter and bug him."

He kissed his mother again and left the two alone.  Bucky sat on the bed and held Jade's hand. 

"You're disappointed in me," she stated. "I fucked up."

"Yeah," he said.  "There's so much I could say that wouldn't help matters so I won't say anything except I'm glad we got to you before he hurt you too much."

"From your memories I felt the pain you felt when you fell," she said.  "I thought I could handle anything else but when he stuck that knife in me I wanted to die.  Oh Bucky, I wanted to die right then but I couldn't because if I'm going to die for something it's going to be for something worthwhile."

He gently pulled her into his arms and stroked her hair as she laid her head against his chest.

"I would die for you," he whispered.  "In a second, I would make that choice.  Jade... you know how I feel about you.  Would you...."

They were interrupted by a nurse bringing in a unit of O positive blood.  "Thanks to your friends out there we've built up our stocks a bit," she said.  "One unit of blood for you and then you can go home and take it easy, doctor's orders."

As she left Steve and Clint came in, Clint massaging his arm.  "It's not fair they won't take super soldier blood just because they don't know what's in it," he said.  "You big tough guys should always have to give blood.  How are you doing, Jade?"

"I've been better but I'm alive and relatively unharmed," she replied.  "What happens to the cult?"

"Well, I went to see the sheriff," said Steve, "and he has resigned after a quick petition was signed.  Seems the good townspeople felt he was being too easily influenced to look the other way.  One of his deputies, who started the petition, is taking over.  He has already arrested the two men who held you down and will be making more arrests of others associated with them including some traffickers.  Town council is making human trafficking illegal.  In the meantime they are seizing all assets and may be assigning them to cover the social costs the cult has brought with them.  Bucky, they have something they want us to look at.  They wondered if you and I would go over to the compound.  I said we would."

As he and Steve walked out of the hospital Steve looked at him.  "Did you ask her?"

"What, ask her what?" said Bucky.

"Marriage," replied his friend.

"Was interrupted by the nurse and then you guys," he replied.  "I'll get back to it.  Probably a good idea to let her get her head straight.  Oh, the Soldier isn't there.  She told him after he killed her father and Abraham he could disappear and never do another mission.  I tested it out with the words, no reaction."

The two men jumped into the electric vehicle Bucky had driven over.  Even Steve was impressed by its performance and lack of engine noise. 

"Howard would have loved this," said Steve.  "Right up his alley."

They pulled up to the compound which was swarming with people, police and parents looking for their lost children.  Both men curled their lips at the last realization that the cult didn't just buy people, they stole them.  The new sheriff nodded to his deputy to let them pass through. 

"Hi, Ed Peters, acting Sheriff," he said as he stuck his hand out to both men.  "Welcome to the shit show.  You're the closest thing we have to federal authorities here.  Could I show you some things?"

He led them into the residence then to a stairwell that led downstairs.  At the bottom was another door and they entered what looked to be a lab.  The smell was horrendous and the sheriff gave each of them a mask and a pair of latex gloves. 

"I went on a World War II history trip to Europe when I was in high school," he said.  "We went and visited gravesites and memorials but the places that always stuck with me were the concentration camps with their displays of experimentation on the Jews.  It gave me nightmares.  I think I'm going to have a similar reaction to this chamber of horrors."

On the tables arranged around the room were various bodies of the Others, at least they assumed were the Others.  It looked like all were in various stages of autopsy.  There was a door at the end of the room and he opened it to a cooler filled with about a dozen bodies of the Others.

"How did they get them?" asked Steve.  "Have you talked to any of them?"

"No one's talking," said the sheriff, "but I know when people are hiding something.  They were studying these aliens, trying to find out what makes them tick."

"How did they manage to get them away from their hives without being attacked?" asked Bucky.  "We were trying to lure just one away and when it was out of sight their sentries came looking for them.  We know they had plans to use the Others to control humans, to make them turn to the cult."

"That's messed up," said Peters.  "I know you have Bruce Banner around.  Do you think he would be up to having a look and figuring out what they were doing?"

"I think Wanda and Ma should get into their heads," said Steve.  "Do you have the people identified who were working in here?"

The sheriff nodded and Steve said he would bring people who could question them.  Pressing his comms he asked if Ma, Wanda and Bruce could come over to the residence.  The sheriff said he would send a squad car for them.  Then he led them to the garage.  Bucky told him about using the electric vehicle and he waved them off saying it was fine.  They walked through the garage and opened another door to a second garage full of motorcycles.  Both Steve and Bucky gasped at the sight of them.  They ran their hands over the handlebars and seats, kneeling down to look at the engines.  At one point they both looked at each other and smiled.

"These were already classics in World War II," said Steve.  "If the internet was still running you could probably auction these off and make a lot of money."

"Here's the thing," said the sheriff.  "Town council wants to do something for you Avengers.  You saved our asses a few times dealing with the Others and today with the cult.  If you want a bike, take a bike.  As for the other Avengers, we're still coming up with thank you gifts, and they are gifts, for each one."

"We don't do what we do for this," said Steve, gesturing at the bikes.  "Thank you but really, we can't...."

Bucky shrugged and said Steve was in charge.  "But if I did choose it would be the Norton," he said in a stage whisper.  "Steve would likely take the old Harley. Just saying."

Steve shook his head, smiling and the sheriff laughed.  Bruce, Ma, Wanda and Peter had just arrived in the squad car.  While Bucky took Bruce and Peter down to the basement lab, Wanda and Ma were taken to where the other cult members who were waiting to be interviewed.  Some looked at them curiously but others were quite hostile.

"They all have something to hide," said Wanda to Ma via thought.

"I see John's influence in this," she replied.  "It should have ended when I killed him.  There is another who is prolonging the illusion."

"Let's see if I can conjure a spell that will stop that person," promised Wanda.

Wanda faced all of the people and began an incantation while forming a red ball in her hands.  Then she released the red ball over to them where it exploded like a firework and rained glowing red particles over them.  Most of the people watched curiously as it fell on them and dissipated but one man jumped up, batting away invisible creatures that he said were biting him.  A deputy brought him out of the group and Wanda touched his face.

"Why were you cutting into the Others?" she demanded.

"To learn how their brains work so we could control them," he stammered, terrified.

"What did you learn?"

"That if we mimic the sound the queen makes they will listen to us," he replied, trying to take his eyes away from Wanda's.

"What is the sound?"

"It's recorded on the computers in the lab," he admitted.  "Password is Prophet26, with a capital P."

"Before I release you I am going to remove your ability from you," said Wanda.  "You will never be able to control people again.  At your trial you will tell the whole truth of what happened here in this building."

She removed her hand and he stumbled backwards, fear written on his face.  The others in the room looked like they had just awakened from a deep nap.  Ma scanned them and turned to Wanda.

"They were all duped," Ma said, then turned to them.  "John Langford had you under mind control but he is dead and Elder Abraham has been dead for years.  If you wish to see justice tell the police and any other authorities what you saw and remember.  You were all duped but you need to take responsibility for what you did in their names."

They both went down to the lab to give Bruce and the others the report of what they found.  As they put their masks and gloves on Wanda gagged.

"Enough of this," she said.  "I'm going to make a spell that we don't smell this.  I sure hope it doesn't get into my clothes."

She conjured up the spell and then took a breath, happy at the result.  "Prophet26 is the password for the computers," she told the others.  "They learned how to mimic the sound the queen makes and were planning to use it to control the Others."

Bruce inputted the password on a computer and searched for the audio files.  When they brought one up the men couldn't hear it but both Wanda and Ma begged them to turn it off.

"It's telepathic," said Wanda.  "It's a horrible sound.  I didn't understand anything.  Didn't you say Jade heard the queen?"

"Yes, she did," said Ma.  "I've heard the other ones, the drones I guess you would call them, but only Jade has heard the queen and understood it.  She needs to hear this."

They played another file and it was just as incomprehensible to them.  After much searching a flash drive was found and the sound files transferred onto it.  Steve instructed the police on the scene to leave the lab as is so that they could come back in the morning.

"It's almost 11 pm," he said.  "I don't want to stay in this building tonight but we should stay here, in Albuquerque.  It's too late to fly back in the dark.  Let's see if we can get some accommodation.  Bucky, Ma, take that flash drive to Jade, see if she understands it."

After speaking with the sheriff Steve was able to arrange accommodation for everyone.  Bucky and Ma said they would stay at the hospital, sleeping on the floor of Jade's room if they had to.  When they arrived back at the hospital they found the other Avengers had already been taken to their billets.  Ben was curled up on a chair in his mother's room with a blanket, lightly snoring.  Jade was also asleep.

"We received word you were both coming back here so one of you can sleep on the other bed and the other can have this recliner," said the nurse softly.  "It's not the best but it will do for one night."

Bucky sat on the recliner and extended it.  With a smile Ma put a blanket on him and a pillow behind his head.  On an impulse she kissed his forehead.

"I haven't been tucked in since I was a kid," he whispered, smiling.  "Feels kind of nice."

"I'm feeling very motherly towards you right now," she whispered back. "Even if you're more than 50 years older than me.

Jade stirred and the two stopped talking.  Ma quietly got on the other bed and pulled a blanket over herself.  She thought about what the day had brought them and wondered what the next day would bring.

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Day 7 of @creativepromptsforwriting's 30 Days Writing Challenge - Use the words: small town, bar, jukebox

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Sam really wasn't a good singer. But he did have a lot of passion when singing, so you had to give him that. "Dancing Queen" was playing on the small jukebox, and Sam was getting really into it, much to the annoyance of Bucky. The bar had closed a few hours ago but you, Bucky and Sam stayed behind to hang out, just the three of you. Bucky owned the bar, after he finished making amends with everyone in his book, he moved out here to retire, the small town giving him a sense of peace and allowing him to be away from all the fighting. He never thought he'd own a bar but when he found this place it was in shambles and gave him something to work on, something to keep his hands busy. Now it was a full functioning bar, quite popular with the locals. Bucky liked feeling like he was giving back to the community, like he had a purpose, and he always made sure women felt safe here, not hesitating to throw out some creep if need be. He guesses that's the good thing about his metal arm and overall scary demeanour.

You and Sam come visit him sometimes, staying behind after hours to catch up. Or to drunkenly sing ABBA, as Sam was doing right now. The three of you were sitting in a booth, Sam sitting next to Bucky and obnoxiously singing into his face while you sat across from them, nursing your drink. Sam was drunk, and though Bucky couldn't get drunk he still had a drink of his own sitting in front of him. When "Take On Me" started playing Sam got up to dance, if that's what you could call it, the empty bar making a perfect dance floor for him. Bucky leaned across the table to say to you, "I'm gonna ban him permanently from here."

"Oh, come on Bucky, you like 80s music too, you should join him."

"I don't like 80s music, and I don't dance either." That was a lie, you've seen Bucky tapping his feet and singing under his breathe to some songs from the 80s. And Good God, Sam cannot hit those high notes, no matter how much he tries he still sounds like a seagull getting strangled. But at least he was having fun, unlike Bucky.

"You can still sing along even if you don't dance. Plus, everyone likes "Take On Me", it's a great song."

"I also don't sing, y'know." At that point you stopped listening, choosing instead to belt out the lyrics, Sam getting very excited when he saw you were joining in. You also couldn't hit the high notes, but you were going to try, even if you also sounded like a strangled seagull. You vaguely noticed Bucky hide his face in his hands, no doubt annoyed that there was two of you singing now, before he started to slightly nod his head in time with the music. You ignored him, knowing that he would get embarrassed if he knew you saw him, just continuing to serenade Sam while he clumsily danced. Eventually Bucky dropped his hands, a smile on his face as he started to quietly sing along, watching you and Sam really put everything into this performance.

By the end of the song Bucky was singing his heart out, not as loudly as you and Sam but it was obvious he was enjoying himself, a large smile on his face while he was nodding his head to the beat.

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[fandom-bltch-ab]

I’ve said it once, I’ll say it again. Cas and Dean went to confront Billy at about 8 PM. Let’s say an hours goes by where in that hour, the confession scene happens- all of it happens. By about nine, dean’s on the floor of the bunker, lost and alone.  The next thing we see is Sam calling Dean, and dean ignoring it, putting his head in his hands, tears in his eyes.

The next scene we see is Sam calling Dean again. This time Dean answers. As with usual phone calls and shows or movies we see each character when they’re talking. We see Dean when he’s talking to Sam and we see Sam when he’s talking to Dean. When we see Sam it is morning- about 7 AM give or take. I know this because when Cas and Dean leave to go find Billy, it is dark. Even after they go try to rescue Eileen, it is dark.  when Dean talking to Sam it’s light. 

This means Dean would have to been sitting on the floor of that bunker not having moved for about 10 hours. What he was doing in those 10 hours, I give up to your imagination. I think he was thinking over everything that he didn’t say. I don’t think he slept. I think he was sitting there with his regrets, crying, grieving until he just couldn’t anymore. We saw what he did at the beginning of season 13. He cursed God, he prayed, he got aggressive, all he could think about was that cas was gone, Cas was dead. He blamed Jack for cas’ death. He probably knew that I really wasn’t his fault- he blamed himself- and the relief on his face when he came back… he didn’t want to do it again. And it did. Happen again.

Ten hours he was on the floor. Didn’t move. Sat in that bloody shirt. Didn’t throw it away. Didn’t wash it. Wouldn’t. Couldn’t.

Like I said, I could keep talking about this, but I don’t need to keep repeating the same point.

#destiel #nov 5 2020 #destiel anniversary

[deans-baby-momma]

The Story of Us-Chapter 9

A/N: This is a rewrite of a story my good friend @spnbaby-67 allowed me to take and rewrite. All mistakes are mine. This is canon divergent, meaning some things that happened in the show will still happen here but with my own twist to it.

Summary: She and Dean met when they were kids. Even at such a young age, she knew that he was her soulmate. Being the daughter of a hunter, Michaela (Micki) Singer knew the life he led came with a price, but she was up to the challenge.

Pairings: Dean Winchester/reader, Sam Winchester/friend!reader, John Winchester, Mary Winchester (mentioned only), Bobby Singer, and more from the Supernatural universe.

Warnings: Flashbacks are in italics, fluffy stuff, angst stuff, character death, kidnapping, depression, semi-dark themes

WC:1,056

Spring 1996

She was livid!! John knew! He fucking knew tonight was the night of Micki's junior prom, yet ha'd still dragged Dean off on a goddamn salt and burn. Those were simple, run of the mill, one person jobs so why he took her boyfriend and prom date, she'd never understand.

Bobby had spent a quarter of his earnings from the salvage business to purchase her dream dress. It was an A-line, floor-length periwinkle silk with a periwinkle transparent overlay, covered with floral appliqués. The halter top snapped behind her neck and the neckline was low cut down between her ample breasts, but still modest with a shiny silver spandex holding it together and covering most of her cleavage.

Micki felt like a princess as she stood in the front yard of her childhood home as Bobby snapped pictures on his old Polaroid. But she was not smiling as brightly as she could have been . Her knight wasn't there. 

"Son, go stand beside her," Bobby commands Sam and the gangly teen does as he is told. 

"I'm sorry Dean ain't here," he tells her as Bobby loads more film into the antique camera. "Don't be too mad at him. It was Dad's idea."

"I know Sammy. I'm not mad…..at Dean."

Bobby allows Micki to take one of the better looking cars to town to the school where the prom is being held. He and Sam stand on the porch waving as she takes off down the driveway. 

At the school she parks carefully and then gets out, planning on walking into the school with her head held high.

Unfortunately before she can cross the threshold, Jennifer and her crew of bullies see her and start badgering her. Micki has had issues with this group for girls since freshman year. As soon as they found out her mother was dead, they'd call her 'Little orphan Annie' or 'Mommyless'. 

"Oh guys look who it is, Monster Michaela. She's so hideous, not only did Mommy die to get away from her but she couldn't even get a date," Jennifer says, in her sing-sing nasally voice. 

Micki tried her best to ignore them but she'd hoped by showing up with Dean by her side, she'd been able to put them in their place and have the upper hand but alas, here she is alone and dateless showing up to one of the biggest nights of her high school years. 

She ignored the jeers and taunts and entered the school, heading for the gymnasium. Only to have more eyes on her and more whispers and snickers behind her back as she walked by.

Micki bypassed the photographer who was snapping shots of her classmates as they entered, smiles on their faces and arms wrapped around whomever they arrived with.

Micki found an empty seat at an empty table toward the back and sat, determined to just get through the King and Queen announcement before making a quick getaway.

She is pushing food around on her plate with a fork when a very familiar voice speaks behind her.

"Excuse me, beautiful. May I have this dance?"

Micki turns quickly, her eyes wide and her jaw drops. Standing directly behind her is Dean Motherfucking Winchester donning a tuxedo. His bow tie and cummerbund, an exact match to her dress. 

"Dean," she sighs as she scrambles out of her seat and into his arms. "You came!"

"I wouldn't miss this for anything baby," he tells her before pulling her into a kiss, keeping it chaste and short. 

"So, dance with me?" he repeats as he takes her hand and leads her toward the center of the basketball court, right under the swiveling spotlight.

The dj announces that it's time to slow it down and the beginning notes of 'Faithfully' by Journey fill the air.

Dean holds her close as they begin swaying to the beat. By the chorus, he is singing softly in her ear. 

"It's been you and me

And lovin' a hunter

Ain't always what it's supposed to be

Oh, girl, you stand by me

I'm forever yours

Faithfully."

They finish dancing and as the music ends Micki pulls away from Dean and goes to drag him back to her table and that's when she sees it.

Every pair of eyes in the gym are trained on them, some looking confused, others looking surprised. But what she relishes is that almost all the females, including the crew of bullies, have looks of jealousy showing all over their faces.  Even the teachers all seem to be swooning and envious of her. 

PRESENT DAY (2008)

Dean sees Bobby standing in the doorway of the bedroom.

“You know, I thought she was insane when she told me the reason for the middle name,” the older man chuckles. “It warmed my heart that she wanted to memorialize her mother and yours though. Karen would’ve been honored as I’m sure your mom would have too.”

Dean smiles as he tries to imagine how Mary Winchester would’ve reacted to the thought of having a grandchild, much less a granddaughter named after her.

"Yea, Mary would've loved her," Dean agrees. 

There is a moment of silence then Bobby clears his throat.  "So, uh….Pamela is about a half-hour out.”

Dean nods and then looks back down at his baby girl. Whatever they find out from the psychic doesn’t really matter. Dean doesn’t care what pulled him out of the depths of Hell; he is just glad that it did and he can be here for his girls. 

If only Micki would wake up.

When Pamela arrives, Bobby and Sam meet her at the door before Bobby sends the youngest Winchester to retrieve his brother.

“Dean, the psychic is here,” he says just above a whisper, as to not startle the young girl. 

Her father places her in the bed beside her mother and surrounds her with pillows.

“Ya know she isn’t mobile yet, right?” Sam asks as he watches.

“Shut up,” Dean says. “Not taking any chances.”

The two Winchester brothers walk down the hall to meet the psychic and get the show on the road.

Pamela’s eyes are burnt straight out of her head and Bobby rushes her to the hospital. All they got from the seance that Pamela performed is a name. One word.

Castiel.

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#dean winchester #sam wincheste #bobby singer #micki singer #dean x micki #the story of us #flashbacks

[bucksfucks]

  𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙮 ; 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀

summary┃you’ve always called steve the golden boy, but he snaps one night and decides to show you he’s anything but.

pairing┃roommate!steve x f!reader

word count┃2,382 words

warnings┃hangover, drinking, tipsy sex, pining, teasing, makeout session, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, steve doesn’t think he’ll fit but he makes it, use of toys (vibrator), mocking, edging, hair pulling kink, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, steve finishes on readers back, steve is lowkey a fuckboy — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes┃presidential alert 🚨 the girls, gays, and the they’s are horny

     The shower was already running when you had walked out of your room and into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea.

    It was Saturday morning and despite your best efforts, your body never let you sleep in last nine in the morning.

    You may as well start your day at 8:48 am.

    Steve had gone out last night, but you remember the door shutting at three in the morning and a faint shhh falling from his lips as he spoke to whatever inanimate object was making noise.

    In your sleepy daze, you didn’t really mind. Instead, turning your pillow onto the cool side and drifting back to sleep.

    The kettle was boiling and the bread was getting warmed in the toaster when the shower finally stopped running.

    It was a little unusual for Steve to shower for so long, even after his morning runs or workouts, he’d never need more than 10 minutes.

    When the door opened, and a groaning Steve emerged, you knew exactly what the problem was.

    “Mornin’, Golden Boy,” he didn’t even have the energy to grimace at the sound of his nickname.

    His bare feel pattered against the wooden floor until he dropped his large body in one of the bar stools.

    “Someone had a fun night.” You mumbled with a small smirk as you slid him a cup of coffee which is took between his fingers.

    “I don’t know how Sam and Bucky roped me into shots,” he said into the cup of coffee as he took a cautious sip.

    You just rolled your eyes playfully and plated the toast that had popped out a few seconds earlier, slabbing a large helping of butter before adding honey and sliding the plate over to him.

    “Eat.”

    He groaned again, but put the coffee down in place for the sweet honey toast.

    “I can’t drink like I used to, I think I’m dying,” he was being dramatic, a playful glimmer in his eyes as he took a bite and hummed.

    “You’re 27, Rogers. I think someone’s being a little dramatic,” you teased with a smile.

    You are your breakfasts in silence for the most part, the painkiller Steve had taken not yet kicking in until both of your plates were cleared.

    “Did you get lucky last night?” You asked with raised eyebrows as you both placed your plates in the sink.

    Steve just laughed, “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

    You had to admit that your heart dropped, the same twinge of jealously starting to bloom in your chest as you imagined him with someone else.

    “Proud of you, Golden Boy.” You fake cheered, biting your tongue and swallowing your pride.

    Above everything, Steve was your friend and he deserved to get laid.

    He laughed, “you should’ve come, Bucky couldn’t stop asking about you.”

    You rolled your eyes again, slightly in annoyance.

    “He knows I’ll never sleep with him,” you sang song, helping Steve dry the dishes as the sink stopped running.

    “You never told me why, you know that?” You scoffed, “and for good reason.”

    The reason was simple; you didn’t want Bucky, but instead his best friend and your roommate, Steve.

    “I’ll get it out of ya one day, sweetheart.” Steve chuckled and you felt your heart sink a little further, “whatever helps you sleep at night.”

    The rest of the day was uneventful, nothing to do on a rainy New York day other than read as Steve fiddled with his sketchbook while an old sitcom played on the television.

    Steve’s hangover either disappeared or he was great at hiding it, whatever it was, he was humming along to the show tune.

    “Pizza and beers for dinner?” Steve asked as he was putting the final touches on his sketch making you laugh.

    “What happened to I can’t drink like I used to?” You said, echoing his words from the morning as he shrugged.

    “It’s a lazy day essential, now what toppings, and don’t say pineapple.” You acted shocked, mouth twitching into a smile.

    “You don’t know anything about good pizza,” you huffed as he tore his eye away from his sketchbook to look at you.

    “Pineapple on pizza is a crime, sweetheart. Now if that’s who you are I can’t judge, but I’m jus’ sayin’,” he said raising his hands in mock defeat.

    “Whatever Golden Boy, just say you’re a vanilla type of guy,” you winked, standing up to put your book on the shelf as the sun began setting to cast yellow and orange hues over the apartment.

    Steve snickered, “whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart.”

    The low timbre of his voice, your own words echoed from this morning sends a shudder down your spine as he grabs his phone.

    “The usual?” You manage to nod your head, smiling as you try to distract yourself from the sudden and very evident ache between your thighs.

    30 minutes later and the pizza was here, still hot and greasy as Steve set it on the wooden coffee table as you grabbed two beers, scratch that, four beers.

    “Cheers, Golden Boy,” you offered with a soft smile as you both clinked your bottle necks against each other before pizza was being devoured.

    You didn’t know what it was, but cheap greasy pizza and a cold beer always soothed the soul. No matter how heartbroken you had ever been, or upset at the universe, beer and pizza were always there for you.

    As the hours went by, the bottles emptied and the pizza slices disappeared before you and Steve were sat on the couch laughing and giggling at the time Steve locked himself out in nothing but his underwear.

    “And where were you to rescue me!” He bellowed, throwing his head back at the memory.

    “I was in the shower, you know I blare music. I’m sorry Stevie, I promise the next time you’re locked out and naked I’ll rescue you.”

    He shook his head, “well I wasn’t naked.”

    You felt a little dizzy, body lighter as you finished off the second beer. You weren’t drunk, but loose enough to rest your head against Steve’s shoulder.

    His phone buzzed then, grabbing it off the table as Bucky’s name lit up across the screen.

    Steve ignored it.

    “He’s jus’ gonna ask me to go out again,” he said before you could ask, seemingly reading your mind.

    “Plus, I’m perfectly content right here,” he smiled, finishing off his second beer as you playfully rolled your eyes.

    “You’re such a sap,” you teased, “that a bad thing?” He asked and you felt the air around you grow more tense.

    “‘Course not, you’re just Stevie,” you tried to explain as he furrowed his eyebrows.

    “Stevie?” He asked as you sat up and crossed your legs under your body.

    “Yeah, you know,” you tried to find the words, “Golden Boy.”

    He hums in response, “golden as in pure?”

    You nod your head, “pure, sweet, innocent.”

    You weren’t sure if you had struck a nerve, but Steve smirked as he leaned into you.

    “‘M not so innocent, sweetheart. Not everything is as it seems.” His voice was much lower, raspier as you could smell the beer on his breath.

    “Is that so?” Your voice was just a little above a whisper, heart racing in your chest.

    “I could even show you, sweetheart, but you gotta answer one question first. Sound fair?” He asked.

    You nodded your head slowly, eagerly awaiting his question.

    His hands fell to your knees, sliding up until he pulled you into his lap.

    You looked up at him, craning your head only slightly as he craned his at you. He was warm, and broad.

    “Why,” his voice was low, “won’t you hookup with Bucky, sweetheart?”

    Your breath hitched, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you ran your hands up his chest until they rested on his shoulders.

    “I think you know,” you whispered as he shook his head and chuckled.

    “Uh uh, I wanna hear you say it.” He purred, brushing his nose against yours.

    Your eyes fluttered shut as you smelt his oaky, but sweet body wash. Something like bergamot and oranges.

    He squeezed your hips, a soft moan falling from your lips at the sensation.

    “It’s because,” you swallowed thickly, “because I want you, Stevie.”

    He hummed, hand on the back of your head as he pressed his lips to yours.

    You kissed back, the realization hitting you it became hotter and more desperate as you slid your tongue past Steve’s lips.

    “All you needed to do was say those words and you could’ve had me all to yourself.” He smirks against your lips making you whimper.

    His fingers are digging into your ass, rocking your hips over his. It’s the right amount of friction to have you melting into his touch.

    When he picks you up, carrying you into his room to toss you onto his bed, you know you’ve made the wrong assumption about him.

    “Now there’s nothin’ wrong with a man who likes vanilla,” he hums, hands exploring your body.

    “But I’m a man who prefers a little more,” he meets your eyes, a devilish smirk and twinkle in his eyes, “flavour.”

    He’s hovering over you, lips on your neck and jaw as his hips rut over yours.

    “Go get that goddamn vibrator of yours,” he breathes as you look at him bewildered.

    “You know that one, you like the third setting the most on it.” He winks standing up as your eyes trace along his body and to where his cock is straining.

    “Go on, don’t sit there actin’ all dumb,” you spring to your feet, tripping over them as you quickly fetch it from your room.

    “Good girl, lie back down on the bed, but get naked first.” He instructs you sternly.

    You’d never had anyone tell you to strip, let alone have someone eyes so focused on you as you place the vibrator in his larger hand.

    Starting with your sweater, you tear it off—chest exposed as Steve licks his lips.

    “Go on, don’t be shy. You’re makin’ him real happy,” he smirks, squeezing his dick through his pants.

    You tug your leggings down until you’re in your panties and Steve is giving you a look that tells you to continue.

    It’s a thrill, stripping for him and watching his cock twitch at the sight of your curves, dips, and the marks you hate.

    “Look at you,” he groans, “perfect little thing aren’t ya? Now I gotta be honest,” you swallow thickly.

    “‘M not sure if he’ll fit like I planned, but we’ll make sure to get you warmed up,” he says before placing your hand over his dick.

    It causes goosebumps to prickle your skin as he pushes you down onto the bed fully naked now.

    “Now this,” he says, holding your vibrator, “isn’t even gonna compare to me by the time I’m done with you.”

    It’s a promise that you know Steve will keep as he kneels between your legs.

    “I expect you to keep these open, okay? Unless of course,” his cocky attitude breaks through, “you’re squeezin’ my head when you cum.”

    You can’t even chide back, all thoughts gone at the sound of the click of your vibrator.

    Steve wastes no time, spreading your folds and exploring you with his tongue before he connects the silicone tip to your clit.

    It causes your body to jolt and Steve has to keep your legs open.

    “What did I say, sweetheart. Keep ‘em open,” he reminds you as he slips a single fingers in you.

    It’s already ten times better than your own, longer and thicker as they curl against your sweet spot.

    Your walls squeeze him, fluttering as you grip onto his unmade bed sheets.

    He teased you, edging you until you’re begging him to let you come with a dry throat.

    “Steve, c’mon. ‘S’not fair,” you whine, tugging at his hair. He groans, hips rutting into the bed and you know you’ve found his weakness.

    Two can play at this game.

    You tug at his hair again, “please, Stevie? Wanna cum so fuckin’ bad—all over your face.”

    He groans vibrator tossed on the bed as his mouth wraps around your clit, “fuck, baby.”

    It’s a lewd sound, your wetness against his fingers and mouth, but it’s enough to send you over the edge.

    “Make a mess, sweetheart. Gotta taste ya,” he groans against your core as you’re nearly suffocating him.

    It’s intense, washing over you like a wave followed by a series of smaller ones until he’s flipping you over and your ass is in the air.

    “Not so fuckin’ vanilla anymore, huh?” He slaps your ass, a squeak leaving your lips.

    “Gonna have the taste of you on my mind for days now, practically have me pussy whipped already.”

    His clothes are gone, all necessary ones before he’s bending his body over yours, “grip onto the headboard baby, you’ll need all the support you can get.”

    And he’s not wrong, sliding into you and stretching you out as you wrap yourself fingers around the wood until he’s fully seated inside of you.

    It’s a new fullness, one that you’ve never experienced and something you never want to forget.

    “Bounce, baby.” He then says, as you look over your shoulder.

    “Ride me, use the headboard and make yourself cum.” He smirks, slick coating both of your thighs.

    Everything is new to you as Steve lets you take control, yet, you’re never truly in control.

    “That’s it baby, such a good girl. Look how desperate you are to cum,” he taunts making you whimper.

    He joins in soon, meeting your thrusts with his own until you’re both grunting and he can’t hold back.

    “Fuck, fuck, gonna cum.” He hissed, quickly pulling out to paint your back as he rubs your clit with his free hand and you feel the white hot explosion of pleasure for the second time that night.

    You’ve both made a mess by the time you’re done, Steve cleaning you up with his boxers as you’re collapsing beside him still trying to catch your breath.

    “You’ve ruined my vibrator for me,” you chuckled breathlessly as he turns to you with a smirk, “well it’s a good thing I’m your roommate then.”

#steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader smut #steve rogers x reader #bucksfucks writes — [♡] ; #steve rogers headcanons #steve rogers headcanon #steve rogers oneshots #steve rogers one shots #steve rogers oneshot #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fic #steve rogers blurb #steve rogers drabble

[buckyodinson]

Warmth

Helmut Zemo x F!Reader

Summary: you’re cold and Zemo offers you his coat

Word Count: 1k~

Warnings: minor tfatws spoilers ep3 (edit: now this is a series, I will add a warning for eventual smut)

A/N: look I’m confused too 😂 but I’ve found myself a tad obsessed with Zemo the last couple of weeks, and this just kinda happened. I don’t know if there’ll be a big audience for this, but if anyone has any Zemo requests, send them on in and I’d be excited to give them a go! Also, since Sokovian isn’t a real language, I went with a tiny bit of google translated Latvian as a substitute!

Edit: the response to this was pretty big (THANK YOU!), so I’ve turned this into a series! You can find the next part here!

Sam and Bucky had asked you to keep an eye on Zemo while they went back inside to grab some weapons before you guys left for the docks. You were missing the warmth of the party now you were outside. The night air was biting at your skin as you stood outside Sharon’s place. The skimpy dress she’d told you to wear to fit in with the crowd was fine while you were inside, but now you were out in the night, it wasn’t so great.

You tried to muscle through it, but the occasional shiver wracked through your body, prompting you to quietly hiss at the cold.

Evidently, Zemo noticed.

“Would you like my coat?” He offered, starting to shrug the coat off his shoulders

“No, thank you, Zemo.” You shook your head and held a hand up before crossing it over your chest in an attempt to conserve some warmth.

“Please, call me Helmut.” He drawled, and you looked at him in disbelief for a split second before composing yourself.

“I think I’ll stick with Zemo.” You pursed your lips and looked away.

You were having some conflicted feelings about Zemo recently. As far as you were concerned, he was a bit of an asshole. After all, this was the same man who tore your friends apart only a few years back.

But here he was, flying you guys around in a private jet, acting like you’re all best friends. He’d taken a particular liking to you, which concerned but intrigued you at the same time.

You didn’t want to admit to yourself that you were falling for him. Jesus, the awful things he put your friends through should be enough to turn you off him completely. And yet...

For starters, he was an attractive guy. You couldn’t deny that. You’d caught yourself staring at his hair several times. You wanted to run your fingers through it, tug on it... something. And the little bit of scruff he had been sporting too? You’d thought about that a bit too much.

And his accent... it had an effect on you, for sure. He could read a phone directory to you and you’d probably hang onto every number. You especially liked when he spoke Sokovian. You had no idea what he ever said, but you had noticed he’d use the occasional word when talking to you, or referring to you to someone else. You’d have to ask him about those at some point.

And for a dangerous criminal, he sure danced like a dork at Sharon’s place. You watched him from the bar as he was seemingly in a world of his own on the dance floor. At one point he caught your attention and beckoned you to join him, but you simply raised your glass at him and stayed put, smirking as he carried on.

While you were lost in your thoughts, you failed to notice Zemo shuck off his coat, and the next thing you knew, you felt the soft fur of the collar around your neck. You desperately wanted to protest but the coat was so warm, both in itself and because Zemo had been wearing it just moments before. The smell of his cologne lingered in it too, and you tried your best to ignore it.

“...thank you.” You murmur as you slip your arms into the sleeves and wrap the coat around you properly.

“It is my pleasure, mīļā.” He flashes a smile at you and you turn away, hoping he doesn’t catch your shy smile and the blush creeping up your face.

When Sam and Bucky finally return, they both narrow their eyes at Zemo when they see you’re wearing his coat.

“The lady was cold, I did what any gentleman would do.” He smirked as you all started walking down the street.

“Gentleman... sure.” Sam didn’t look convinced, and you chuckled at the look he gave Zemo.

You walked down the street and Sharon pulled up in a car, gesturing for you all to get in. Sam was closest to the passenger door so he just got in the front of the car, leaving you to squeeze in the back with Bucky and Zemo.

You rolled your eyes at the way Zemo’s face brightened up at the prospect of being so close to you in the car, but you found yourself hiding a small smile too. You edged yourself a little closer to Bucky though, and once he realised how close you and Zemo were, he shuffled himself as close to his door as he could, giving you some room to move.

The journey to the docks took a fair while, but it dragged on tortuously with Zemo sat so close to you. You started to get hot in his coat quite quickly, but there was no room to move in the car for you to take it off, so you just had to stay in it. You weren’t complaining too much though, because you were still quite enjoying the comfort of the coat.

When you arrived at the docks, Zemo hopped out of the car quickly, turning around to offer you his hand, and as much as you didn’t want to accept it, you didn’t want to trip over in your heels so you took his hand and let him help you out of the car.

“Thank you, Helmut.” Your eyes widened as his first name escaped your mouth, and he smirked in response. You felt your cheeks heat up, and you were just glad the others seemingly didn’t notice your slip up.

“You’re more than welcome, mana mīlestība.” He shut the car door with one hand, but kept a hold of you with his other hand, and it took you a second to realise and let go.

A deep chuckle rose from his throat and he winked before walking to catch up with the others. You took a deep breath and followed everyone, cursing yourself for letting Hel- Zemo get under your skin.

What was wrong with you? Where did these feelings come from? What were you going to do about them?

You’d have to worry about that later though, because shit hit the fan at the docks very quickly...

~

mīļā - sweetheart

mana mīlestība - my love

If anybody has any Zemo fic ideas, I’m all ears!

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[natsfirecat]

Natasha Romanoff X Fem!Reader. R has fire powers linked to her emotions. The Avengers try to guess who her crush is and when Natasha’s name is mentioned R’s powers play up 🔥🔥. So her friends make it their mission to get the two together. Fluff please and thank you 😊

yes i LOVE writing pyrokinetic reader

Operation Fire Widow

word count: 2.5k

warnings: some swearing, Supergirl references, accidental burning

A/N: anon i’m so sorry this so long. i got shadowbanned and my dumbass didn’t know I could get my account back until recently so- but anyway i hope you enjoy! :D 

-

"Sam?"

"No,"

"Bucky?"

"Also no,"

"Me?"

"Just when I thought your ego couldn't get any bigger, no,"

"Ugh, fine. Is it Steve?"

"Dumbasses,"

Sighing, Carol and Wanda looked at each other in defeat; they were not going to crack you tonight.

"Alright, new subject then," Peter interjected, taking a sip of his root beer. Despite his age, you found that he fit in well with you Wanda, and Carol. The four of you made quite an interesting friend group.

"I overheard Mr. Stark talking about how Mr. Fury made Natasha train a bunch of new SHIELD agents and she made a lot of them cry,"

You gripped the pillow tighter, picturing her losing it and yelling. The thought started to make smoke come out of your hands, hence why you were gripping the pillow tighter in an attempt to hide it.

Unfortunately, your attempt was unsuccessful.

"Y/N what the hell are you doing?" Carol asked, noticing the smoke rising.

You let go of the pillow, then balled your fists to try to stop the smoke.

"What's going on?" Wanda asked softly. When you first joined the Avengers, she was the one who helped you learn all about your powers and how to control them. She knew you lost control sometimes, so she placed a gentle hand on your back, which nearly burned her.

"Wait a minute," Carol said, connecting the dots. "It's Nat, isn't it?"

"No!" You lied, feeling the smoke starting to rise from your palms again.

"It is!" Peter said with a grin.

You sighed, hiding your face in the scorched pillow.

"Don't be shy, Y/N," Carol said, smiling at you. "It's sweet,"

"It's pathetic, and never gonna happen!" You protested, not peeking out from the pillow.

"I beg to differ," Peter stated proudly.

"Me too," Wanda said.

"This is gonna be a thing now, isn't it?" You said with a groan.

Peter thought for a minute, thinking about your superhero name and Natasha's.

"Operation Fire Widow," he said.

Wanda and Carol nodded in agreement.

Yep, this was definitely going to be a thing now.

-

The next morning, you woke up to a loud knock at your bedroom door.

"What is it?" You groaned, rolling over.

"Us!" Wanda yelled back.

You let out a deep breath, there was no getting out of this one.

"Come in!"

The door opened, and Wanda, Carol, and Peter all walked in and sat on your bed. Peter was holding a piece of paper with a bullet list on it.

"What is this?" You asked, rolling your eyes at them.

"Operation Fire Widow!" Peter replied with a bright smile.

"Oh what the hell?" You said, giving in. "Tell me about the operation,"

The three of them surrounded you, holding the piece of paper up.

"We've created a three-arc plan," Carol started. "Part one starts today; we're gonna get you and Nat in the living room at the same time, alone. Then we're gonna take away all the blankets, and turn the air on really high so it gets freezing. Because of your powers, you'll be fine and be really warm, so then she'll want to cuddle you to warm up,"

"Oh come on, you guys aren't gonna actually freeze the room, right?" You replied, slightly concerned.

All three of them looked dead serious.

You let out a long sigh,

“Look, you’re not gonna actually do something like that. I’m open to some things you guys could plan, but this is taking it too far,”

Carol rolled her eyes, then snatched the paper back. 

“I’m going downstairs now,” you told them.

“Good, ‘cause Natasha’s down there!” Wanda called as you exited your room, earning an eye roll in response. 

She was right, Natasha was sitting at the table eating breakfast. 

“Hi,” you told her. She waved in response, giving a small smile.

Unfortunately, she stood up as soon as you sat down.

“Where are you going?” You asked.

“I need to reheat this,” she replied, holding her plate up.

“Wait!” You said, stopping her. “I could do it! It’ll be faster!”

You immediately regretted it as soon as you said it. She raised an eyebrow at you, then shrugged. She handed you the plate without another word.

Taking in a deep breath, you knew you couldn’t mess this up. You closed your eyes, then slowly began to heat up the plate. 

Once you finished, you handed it back to her and smiled triumphantly. 

She hesitantly grabbed her fork and took a bite out of it, then looked at you with a shocked expression.

“It’s a little warmer than I was expecting, but it’s better than how it was before. Thanks,”

You smiled at her for a few awkward second before backing away. 

You ended up backing into the counter, your hands smoking as a jump response.

“Shit!” You cursed, closing your fists whilst trying to ignore the growing pain in your lower back.

“Are you okay?” Natasha asked, standing up immediately.

You gave her a thumbs up, forcing a smile.

“I’m good, I, gotta go, I-”

With that, you ran out of the kitchen before spending the next few days trying to forget the incident.

-

“Alright, you’ve done enough sulking,” Carol said as she barged into your room without even bothering to knock. “It’s time to talk to her again,”

“What? More operation Fire Widow?” You asked in a mocking tone. 

Carol rolled her eyes.

“You guys are just like Kara and Lena, you’ll either be the greatest couple of all time or the worst queerbait ever. In your case, it would be because you’re too afraid to admit your feelings to her,”

You sighed. Of course your best friend would use one of your favorite ships to pressure you.

“Talk to her at Tony’s party tonight, okay?” 

“Fine,”

“Good. Wanda and Peter have already agreed to help you get ready,”

You couldn’t help but smile at all their efforts to help you with the woman you were hopelessly crushing on. 

Carol returned your smile, then exited your room.

A few hours later, as promised, Wanda and Peter (who was surprisingly good at doing makeup) arrived.

Wanda had come over with a few different outfits for you to try on, while Peter already sat behind you and started doing your hair. 

Whilst he was experimenting with a bunch of different styles, Wanda held two outfits up, then held one over your chest.

It was a sparkly purple dress. She pulled it away and held the other in it’s place.

This one was a dark red suit. Wanda’s eyebrows raised, then she set it down before holding one last outfit up. 

“That one,” you said. It was darker with some sparkles on it, just enough to make your eyes shine. 

After putting the outfit on, Peter added the final touches to your hair. 

He then turned you around to face him, carefully putting some makeup on your face. He sat up a little straighter, leaning in to make sure he got it right. 

“Perfect,” he said after a few minutes. 

Wanda gently grabbed your wrist as you stood up, leading you to the bathroom so you could look at yourself in the mirror. 

“Is that one of the steps in your little operation?” You asked Peter with a smile.

“Maybe,” 

“You look beautiful,” Wanda told you, grinning widely. 

“Thanks,” you replied, returning her grin.

Just as you were about to say something else to them, your bedroom door opened once again as Carol walked in.

“Wow, Y/N...” she said, looking you up and down. She smirked at both Wanda and Peter, then back to you. “Go get your girl.”

-

The music was loud, there were people surrounding every side of you. It was honestly overwhelming if you were being honest.

You eyes scanned the room, looking for Natasha, but you couldn’t make anything out in the crowd of people. 

“Sorry,” you muttered, making your way through all the people. 

Being in the middle of the crowd was doing you no good for finding Natasha, and you hated being surrounded by people like that anyway. 

So you walked away from the dance floor, and made your way to the drinks. 

You couldn’t help but sigh as you took the drink. Your friends had gone through all this effort for you, and you hadn’t seen her at all.

As you held the glass in your hand, the liquid inside began to bubble. You frowned, realizing that you were involuntarily using your powers. 

You took a deep breath, then closed your eyes. 

In 1...2...3...4...

Hold 1...2...3...4...

Out 1...2...3...4...

Hold 1...2...3...4...

You repeated this pattern a few times until you could feel yourself calming down. 

You opened your eyes, and sure enough, your drink had stopped boiling.

You began to head for the hallway when the familiar red hair swept into your vision.

“Nat!” You called.

She swept around to face you, her lips immediately curling into a smile.

“Y/N, there you are! You look amazing, by the way,”

“Thanks! You look amazing too!” You replied, hoping she couldn’t see the red in your cheeks as you blushed.

As you took the last swallow of your drink, she stepped closer to you.

“I’m probably gonna leave soon, I’m not really in the mood for a party.” She said. “But, before I do, wanna dance?”

You nodded, taking in a deep breath, hoping she wouldn’t notice.

She smiled, then grabbed your hand as she led you to the dance floor.

For a few moments, the two of you stole glances at each other while moving your body along to the song. It was going fine.

Until it wasn’t.

A slow song started playing.

You were about to suggest to leave the dance floor when she shrugged, then wrapped her arms around you.

Natasha was touching you. Her hands were on your shoulders as she pulled you closer to her. She was actually dancing with you.

You let out a shaky breath before placing your hands on her waist.

As you stared into her eyes, all you wanted to do was close the gap in between you and kiss her right then and there.

However, the nerves in your stomach were stopping you. As much as you tried to stop it by slowing your breaths, you felt the anxiety getting worse.

“Ow!” She said suddenly, pulling away from you. 

You gasped, realizing that you had once again used your powers without meaning to. This time, Natasha got hurt from it.

“I’m sorry,” was all you managed to get out before dashing away from her, and out of the building.

Natasha watched you run out, her mouth hanging open, dumbfounded. 

She wasn’t mad. Disappointed, yes. But not because you hurt her. She knew you had pyrokinesis, something must have trigged your powers. She was mostly disappointed because of how you left her.

The burn barely even stung anymore.

She walked off the dance floor, attempting to follow you. 

While Natasha was unsuccessful at finding you, she was lucky enough to find one of your best friends.

“Peter!” She called, walking up to him.

“Hi Ms Romanoff,” he replied, grinning.

“I’ve been over this with you, call me Natasha or Nat.”

“Right, sorry, Nat,”

“It’s fine, I wanted to talk to you about Y/N anyways,”

“What about her?” 

As soon as your name was mentioned, he tensed up. Had things not gone well between you and Natasha?

“She ran out on me,” she told him. “We were on the dance floor, and something set her powers off ‘cause she burned me. She apologized, then just ran off without another word,”

“Oh no...” he replied, frowning.

“Do you know why her powers could’ve been acting up? Is something going on that’s causing that?” She asked.

“No-” he replied too quickly. 

Natasha caught onto this.

“Peter... what’s going on?” 

She took a step closer to him, narrowing her eyes.

He gulped, looking to the floor.

“I told you, Ms. Romanoff, nothing’s happening,”

She took another step closer.

“If you don’t tell me right now...”

“She likes you-” he got out just as she was leaning in again.

“What?” She asked, finally stepping away.

“Oh god, she’s gonna kill me now.”

“What do you mean she likes me?”

“Nothing, I-I gotta go-”

Just as he was about to run off, she grabbed his wrist.

“Oh no you’re not. Sit down. You’re going to tell me everything.”

-

The next morning, your heart dropped to your stomach when you got a text from Natasha asking you to meet her in the training room. 

You had spent the rest of last night, and a good portion of this morning watching sad episodes of Supergirl. 

You closed your laptop right as Lena shouted the words, ‘I KILLED MY BROTHER FOR YOU, FOR OUR FRIENDS! DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU’VE DONE?’

Carol was right about you and Natasha being like Kara and Lena. You could’ve been one of the greatest pairings ever, but instead you ruined it when you burned her and ran out. 

You let out a slow breath, preparing for her to yell at you for hurting her and want nothing to do with you ever again. 

You texted her back, saying that you were coming as you finally changed out of your pajamas.

You could already feel your palms heating up as your heartrate increased on the walk. You were trying so hard to stop it, but there was already a little smoke. 

When you opened the door to the training room (which you had to do by pushing with the side of your body, since you were worried you could accidentally burn the door with your hands) you tensed up at the sight of her.

She didn’t look mad.

In fact, she was smiling at you. 

She walked over to you, then started to put a hand on your shoulder, before you backed away abruptly.

“You okay?” She asked gently. 

You weren’t sure how to respond as you balled your fists, doing whatever you could to get your powers to stop.

“It’s okay, and you’re okay,” she told you, leaning in close. “Take a deep breath with me,”

Had this happened earlier, it would’ve been embarrassing for Natasha to bring your nerves down like this. But now, it didn’t feel embarrassing. In fact, it felt safe.

She made you feel safe.

Once you felt okay, you gave her a small smile. She returned your smile, then took your hands in her own. 

You almost tensed up again, but soon felt relaxed as she ran her thumb over your knuckles. 

You stared at each other for a few moments of comfortable silence before she leaned in closer.

“So, about your little Operation Fire Widow...”

“Oh my gosh, um- it’s not what it sounds like! I promise, it’s-”

She brought a finger to your lips, interrupting you.

Your cheeks turned bright red as she moved her finger under your chin so you’d look her in the eyes. 

“Y/N, I think you are adorable,” she said, smiling. “In fact, I’d really like to take you on a date, if that’s alright with you?”

You couldn’t believe what she was saying. 

Natasha Romanoff, the intimidatingly, scary, spy who could easily kill you in two seconds if she wanted to, liked you back. 

Suddenly feeling a surge of confidence, you leaned forward and kissed her. 

Your lips fit so perfect on hers as you smiled into the kiss.

She moved her hand around the back of your neck, and moved the other through your hair. 

She softly bit your lip, prompting you to allow her entrance. Her tongue explored your mouth as you leaned in even closer to her.

You didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon, but unfortunately air soon became an issue. 

You were practically gasping for breath by the time you finally disconnected your lips.

She couldn’t help but smile at you, reconnecting your hands.

“So I’ll take that as a yes, then?”

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