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reidyoulikeabook · 3 years

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Invisible String

Ship: Fem! Reader x Spencer Reid

Warnings: None, this is just fluff.

Word count: 3.2k

Summary: You and Spencer Reid don’t know it, but you’ve almost met quite a few times. What happens when you do?

A/N: This is potentially a bit on the wrong side of the cheesy line, but I was listening to invisible string by Taylor Swift and couldn’t get this idea out of my head. Pls bare in mind I’m from the UK and my only understanding of the US college system is from Google searches, so pls be forgiving of any misunderstandings about that.

November 6th, 2007

Dr. Spencer Reid. As you sat, thumbing through the article he’d written about the formation of ionic compounds in a chemical whose name you could not for the life of you spell or pronounce, you couldn’t help but resent the man.

Sure, the paper was very well-written and as cohesive as possible given the complex subject matter. But Dr. Spencer Reid, whoever he was, was the current source of your resentment at selecting chemistry to make up your science credit. Highlighting the name of a substance you’d have to look up later, you sighed. It was getting late but you had to hand in a critical summary of the paper on Friday.

It didn’t help that Dr. Reid was: a) a triple doctorate holder by the age of 22, or b) that your chemistry lecturer was none other than his old chemistry lecturer from Caltech and practically glowed with pride whenever he got to bring him up.

You chew on the end of your pen, having now distracted yourself from the notes. Not that you were particularly focused anyway.

In another life, maybe you’d have been a budding chemist who could describe an ionic lattice off rote. In this one, however, you’d just have to settle for slogging through the list of chemical processes and hoping you understood it well enough to please Dr. Reid’s biggest fan.

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April 16th, 2008

Spencer hated flaking on commitments. It caused him a great deal of anxiety, the feeling of disappointing someone. He didn’t have much choice in this circumstance though.

Diana had taken ill over the last weekend. Nothing serious, some stomach bug or other. She’d become severely dehydated though, and had been hospitalised as a precautionary measure. Truth be told, he might not have gone if she hadn’t caught him on the phone. He was already feeling guilty for not having visited since Christmas. He wrote her letters everyday, yet still felt like he was neglecting his duties as a son. Rubbing his hands over his face, he lets out a deep sigh. Then takes out his laptop, to send another email.

Dear. Dr Abraham

I sincerely apologise again for my last minute cancellation. Excluding any unforeseen circumstances, myself and SSA Hotchner will be available to present the lecture on May 12th.

Yours sincerely,

Dr. Spencer Reid.

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May 12th, 2008

Considering this was your third year on campus, you sure were bad at finding your way around. In your defence, they were doing maintenance in one of the main buildings, meaning that lectures got shuffled around and relocated. You probably had a higher change of attending the right lecture by accident than on purpose.

It doesn’t help that you’re running a little late this morning. You rush into Room 203. A lot of the seats are taken, you have to meander your way past quite a few people until you end up sat almost directly in the middle. Only moments before the lecture starts.

“I’m SSA Hotchner, and this is SSA Reid. We’re members of the BAU which is based at FBI quarters in Quantico. Today, we’ll be talking to you about profiling.”

This is not your forensic linguistics lecture.

Panic hits you, hot in your gut. Scanning the room anxiously, you suddenly become conscious that you’re drawing attention to yourself when you feel the eyes of the man who is not SSA Hotchner on you. Fuck.

There’s no way for you to escape now, not without disturbing half the lecture hall.

So you sit back in your seat, resigning yourself to sit awkwardly in the lecture you’re not supposed to be in and hoping nobody notices.

But then, it’s really interesting, actually. The work that Dr. Reid does sounds similar to work you’ve done in forensic linguistics, analysing patterns of speech and minor phrase formations that can give things away about the perpetrator. By the end of the seminar, you’re sat leaning forward. Enraptured by almost every word coming out of their mouths.

It seems to be the general mood: everyone is enamoured. People are clammering to speak to them at the end. After a brief inner battle, myou decide that you should talk to them too.

What’s the harm?

You’ve decided that you’ll speak to Dr. Reid, since he seems to share more of a field focus. However, as you’re heading down, you spot him. Dr Adams, your chemistry lecturer from last year. Oh shit, it’s that Dr. Reid.

Speaking to SSA Hotchner will just have to do instead.

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“I’ve been majoring in forensic linguistics and criminal psychology,” You tell him, “Do you think ... I mean, I know it’s a pretty exclusive team to get on to. But is that the kind of thing that could maybe get me there one day?”

Hotchner nods, “Forensic linguistics is something that comes in very useful in the investigative aspects of cases. The FBI is always looking for new angles and perspectives, those are both good subjects to study if you were thinking of signing up to the academy.”

"Thank you, Agent Hotchner,” You say, suddenly a little bashful as you notice the queue of people lingering behind you, “That was a really interesting lecture. It’s definitely something I’ll think about.”

“You should talk to Dr. Reid if you have a particular interest in the linguistic aspect of profiling. He’s more specialised in that area than I am. I’m sure he’d be more than happy to discuss any research you’re conducting at the moment and suggest materials that might be helpful in furthering your understanding of the area.”

“Thank you,” You smile, and he nods at you again.

Stepping away from Agent Hotchner, you look to your right. Dr. Reid is still engaged deeply in conversation with Dr. Adams. You glance at your watch. There was time before your next class, you supposed, so you could wait. It couldn’t hurt to find out more, could it? It wasn‘t like you were getting your hopes up or anything.

It’s then that you feel a pair of arms around your waist, a familiar scent of cologne.

“Hey!” You whip around to see your boyfriend, grinning widely.

“Hey,” You reply, “How’d you find me?”

“I was walking past when I saw you talking to that FBI agent. Seriously, FBI?” He asks, with a disapproving quirk of his eyebrow, “You want to grab a coffee before Psych?”

You want to say no. But he’s got his hand on the small of your back, leading you out of the room before you even get a chance to reply. You glance back over your shoulder, making eye contact with Dr. Reid for all of two seconds before you’re swept away.

“Seriously though babe, FBI?”

Unsurpisingly, you don’t mention your potential change in career path to him.

***

March 8th, 2009

“Come in,” Hotch calls. He looks up from the paperwork on his desk to see Spencer entering the room, clutching a report in his hand.

“That last case we were on. I was doing some more research, just for future reference about linguistic patterns. Have you read this?” He asks, sliding a copy of your paper across the desk.

Hotch gives it a cursary look over, nodding, “Yes. It’s interesting. She’s signed up as an NAT. I believe I actually spoke to her at one of our lectures last year.”

"Her work is really impressive for somebody whose only studied this at a master level.”

Hotch almost smiles, “Yes. That’s exactly why I’ve recommended to the bureau that she signs up for profiling classes. Her work shows a lot of promise. They’re sending over a copy of her completed thesis, if you’d like to read it.”

“Yeah, I’d like that, thank you,” Spencer says, struggling to conceal the smile playing on the corner of his lips.

“I’ll email it to you as soon as I receive it.”

Spencer nods, smiling properly to himself as he leaves the room. It wasn’t unusual, exactly, for him to share new research that was relevant to cases. It was important that they all kept themselves fresh and acquainted with new theories about the field. Hotch, however, didn’t miss the excited way Spencer had presented it to him. Talking about how impressive you were, as if to subtly hint. He thinks it’s quite typical, actually, that Spencer could take such an interest in someone he only knew via an essay.

Although Spencer’s response does get Hotch to send a follow-up email, inquiring about whether you’d agreed to the classes. If Spencer was this impressed with your work, it must be good.

***

June 1st, 2009

The Metro that morning is packed. It doesn’t help that you’ve not been living here long, and don’t exactly know the route from your flat to the station off by heart yet.

You'd also had to make a detour to the post office. Your, firmly ex, boyfriend had mailed over the last of your things. Really, it was good riddance. His hounding you about your choice in job had only worsened. The relationship had been hanging on by a thread long before you’d moved away last month. You were more than a little grateful that it was finally over, that you could draw a line under it all and focus on your career.

Unfortunately, that hadn’t stopped you having a little cry to yourself on the way over.

Rushing, you make it onto the Metro just as the doors are about to close, falling against the railing on the left side. You grip onto it for dear life.

On the other side of the carriage, Spencer notices someone hurrying for the train. He had been buried deep in the paper he's reading, but the bustle had pulled his attention. Your back is to him, and there’s a scarf at your feet. He wants to say something, to try and get your attention, but he can’t from where he is.

“Miss, I think you’ve dropped something,” The woman you’re standing in front of says, gesturing to the scarf pooled at your feet.

You meet her eyes, sniffling slightly, “Thank you.”

Spencer watches as you pick it up, back still to him. Crisis averted, he turns his attention back to what he's reading: the published copy of your thesis Hotch had emailed him last week.

***

September 2nd, 2009

"This is SSA ____, the newest member of our team. She’s recently graduated from the academy and has an excellent knowledge of linguistics that the bureau feels will be a great advantage to this team. She’s had her induction and now will be joining the team on a probationary basis. She’ll be spending a little time with each of you in between cases to make sure she forms well-rounded knowledge of all aspects of what we do.”

It’s a little overwhelming, having everybody’s eyes on you.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Emily is the first over, offering her hand for you to shake.

“You too, it’s really nice to meet all of you,” You say, shaking hands in turn with her, Morgan, Rossi, J.J, and Garcia.

“Hi,” Spencer calls from behind you.

You turn around to face him. You remember what Hotch had mentioned to you about him being a bit of a germaphobe, so you keep your hand by your side.

“Hi,” You say, “Dr. Reid, right?”

“You can call me Spencer,” He says, a little bashful, “I read your thesis, the study about you did about the construction of passive clauses as an indicator of guilt in adolescent offenders. It was fascinating.”

You feel yourself getting a little warm under his gaze, “Thank you. I'm surprised you’re even aware it existed.”

Hotch interrupts then, “Reid, do you want to sit with ____ while she goes over the case file? It’d be useful if you could go over how you’d go about constructing a linguistic profile.”

That’s how you end up spending much of your first day: with Spencer, huddled up over case files as he explains his profile-building process to you. Spencer’s an incredible teacher, you think. He explains his thought process without ever being condescending, leaving little gaps for you to answer.

You’re incredible, Spencer thinks. You seem to grasp exactly what he’s saying, filling in the gaps based on the clues that are actually in front of you, not letting yourself be guided too much by bias.

***

October 29th, 2009

Spencer loves everyone at the BAU. They’re all the family he never had, and he has relatively good friendships with all of them. Just, they aren’t quite the same as they are with you.

He struggles to put his finger on it, exactly. It’s a unique relationship. He shares very familial bonds with a lot of them: he and Morgan are brotherly, Rossi is fatherly, Garcia’s somewhat like an overexcited little sister.

The friendship he has with you is special. You always listen to him, even as he rambles on about inane things that anybody else would tell him to shut up about. In fact, sometimes about the exact things that they do tell him to shut up about. Just last week, he was rambling on about Star Trek when Morgan told him, not altogether unkindly, to “give it a rest, kid.”

“What was that you were saying?” You’d asked, sidling up to him, “I’ve never watched Star Trek but I thought the quote was beam me up Scotty.”

He’d looked at you, considering you for a moment, “You don’t have to-”

“I know. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know Spence. You think I’d ask for a 15 minute lecture on Star Trek if I wasn’t interested in it?”

A warm feeling flooded his chest. The look on your face was so genuine, and you’d perched on the edge of his desk as he gesticulated, getting deep into the lore and how the misconception had come about. He still didn’t pinpoint exactly what it was, until he got to the end of his spiel. And then you asked him a question. You asked him a question to make sure you understood what he was talking about. You were listening the whole time, and you genuinely cared about the point he was making.

It's then that he realises, it was hard to pinpoint because it wasn’t friendship. He likes you. Shit.

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November 2nd, 2009

You like everybody at the BAU. They’re all quite patient with you, really, happy to walk you through how they do things. Morgan’s taught you quite a bit about the tactical side of things already, and Rossi has been working with you on your interrogation techniques. Emily’s generally just a great mentor, always happy to listen and support however she can. She’s more experienced, but still relatively new to the team too, so you feel like there’s a certain understanding between you.

However, you’d definitely be lying if you said the person you hadn’t learnt the most from, or spent the most time with, was Spencer.

It hadn’t gone unnoticed by the rest of the team, either. You seemed to gravitate towards one another, forever sitting side-by-side on the plane. Sharing a line of thinking that usually led to devolved rambling, and scribbling, until you came up with something coherent.

It isn’t until November 2nd that you realise you have feelings for him.

You’re sitting at your desk, filling out a case report that Emily had promised to go over with you before she left for lunch.

“Hey,” Spencer’s familiar soothing voice comes, as he sidles up to you, “I got you something.”

Looking up, you notice the coffee cup in his right hand, “You are my caffeine lifesaver.”

He hands it to you, smiling a little nervously, “It’s actually not that.”

“Oh?”

His other hand is tucked behind his back, and he pulls it foward towards you, brandishing a red sweatshirt.

“I know you uh, left your red sweater behind at the hotel on the last case. And I know it was your favourite one, and I was shopping yesterday and I saw this and...” He trails off, embarassed, “It’s not the exact same, but it’s the same kind. I just thought you might like it.”

You swallow, hard, “Spencer that’s so sweet. C-Can I hug you?”

He nods. Standing up from your desk, you wrap your arms around his frame.

“That was so thoughtful.”

He squeezes you a little, really leaning into the hug, his face pressing against your shoulder. His tousled hair tickles your nose a little and you smile, clinging onto him, relishing in the feeling of safety and warmth.

It hits you then. When you realise you don’t want to let go. When you realise he makes you feel fuzzy. Loved. Cared for in a way you haven’t felt in a long time. Eventually, you have to let him go, and it’s in a daze that you return to your desk. You’re so concentrated on your overwhelming realisation, you don’t realise how reluctant he is to let you leave his embrace.

***

December 22nd, 2009

Driving Spencer home from the office was really just an excuse to get some time alone with him. You’d said something about the Metro being busy, one of the services being cancelled. He hadn’t factchecked you on that.

The BAU had tentative plans for boxing day, with the caveat being that no emergent cases arrived in the meantime. It was only really four days you wouldn’t see him, but that was longer than you’d ever gone without seeing him in all the time you’d known him. You worked together everyday, and it was unusual for you to go a full weekend without seeing each other. Recently, you’d got into the habit of going out for Sunday brunch together.

Pulling up outside his house, you hear him sigh.

“I know it’s only four days, but I’ll miss you.”

Smiling, you turn to him, “I’ll miss you too.”

Something in you changes then. He’s looking at you. You may be relatively new to profiling but you can see something behind his eyes, feel the charge of unsaid words electrifying the air.

“Can I hug you?” He asks.

“You can always hug me,” You reply, undoing your seatbelt and opening your arms for him.

He embraces you the way he always has: tightly. Like he doesn’t want to let go, couldn’t imagine ever letting you go. His face nuzzles to the crook of your neck, and then you feel his thumb brush your chin. Tilting your head down.

You exchange a look. His eyes flicker from your eyes, to your lips, and back. You nod your head, just slightly.

He kisses you then. Tender. You melt into one another, lips moving quickly as you drink one another in. Kissing each other breathless, your fingers intertwine in his hair and his hand comes up to cup your cheek. Nothing has ever felt so right.

***

June 10th, 2011

Neither of you have ever really believed in fate. It’s hard to - especially in your line of work - to want to interpret the workings of the universe as deliberate. Maybe you’d think a little differently though, if you knew about all the near-misses. All the times you could have met. But fate knew better. She waited until you were ready.

And as you exchange vows, promising each other your forever, you both know you couldn’t possibly deny that this was meant to be.

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imagineyourworld · 3 years

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hi! i’m not sure if your ship requests are open or not so pls disregard if they aren’t! but here’s my form thing for a marvel ship pls :)

name: Lisa

age: 19

gender preferred: i’m a lesbian so a woman pls :)

preferred pronouns: she/her

occupation: i’m a student! i’m an acting major :)

hobbies: i like acting, singing poorly at the top of my lungs, baking, spending time with my dog, and some writing :)

personality: i’m an ISFJ, but i’m only really introverted when it comes to ppl i’m not super close to! my love language is physical affection and quality time! i have kind of a darker sense of humor but i also love making cheesy jokes, and i just love hugs and hanging out with the ppl i’m close to! i can be a little shy when i first meet someone, but i open up fairly quickly :)

Hi Lisa,

Thanks for your request! Based on what you told me about yourself I would ship you with Natasha Romanoff. Natasha, just like you, takes a while to open up to someone, but once she does she loves with her whole entire heart. Despite everything she's been through she can see the light and humour in almost every situation and would be there in a second whenever you need help with anything. I hope you're happy with your ship.

Love, Charlie

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The first thing you hear when you open the door to your apartment is usually a "Hi, love" or maybe a "You're back early", not a loud bang and muffled Russian curses. Carefully you place your bag next to the door and grab the gun Natasha always keeps on the side table in the entry hall. Making as little noise as possible you sneak through the hallway towards the bedroom, where you could tell the noises were coming from. Maybe Natasha was in danger, maybe someone had broken in, no matter what it was, your heart was beating a mile a minute, even more so when the noises suddenly stopped with a relieved sigh you could tell came out of your girlfriend's mouth. With a bit more confidence you walked through the bedroom door, expecting the worst. Relief flooded through you when you saw Natasha sitting on the foot of your bed, no enemy in sight, but instead a large suitcase next to her, which she apparently had just finished zipping up. The relief was short lived, however, as your eyes fell to the suitcase again. "Are you leaving?", you asked. Natasha, who had been watching you coming closer, shook her head with a slight smile. "No, we're leaving. Now." She got up and grabbed your hand to pull you closer. Once you were within reach she pressed a quick peck to your lips. "You might wanna go to the bathroom first and maybe check if there's anything of yours I've forgotten." With those words she lifted the suitcase onto its wheels and made her way out of the bathroom. Not bothering to question her behaviour you did as you were told and met her again a few minutes later in the kitchen. "What's going on, Nat? Are we in danger?" Realization dawned on her, probably due to your shaking voice and the fear in your eyes. Quickly she shook her head. "No, no, no. Everything's fine, I promise. But I have a few days off and I talked Tony into giving me one of his cars so I thought the two of us could go on a road trip." You raised your eyebrows. You had been expecting a lot, death threats, an assassin, maybe an old enemy escaped from prison, but not a surprise vacation. "I can't just leave without a second's notice", you told her, a small frown making its way to your face. Natasha shrugged. "Sure you can. It's summer holiday, no responsibilities." Both of you knew that that was a bit exaggerated, but maybe she was right, maybe you could give yourself a few days away from all this craziness, just you and your girlfriend. "Alright, I'm in."

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"In three kilometers, take exit 63. Continue on Rayroad for 10 kilometers", the mechanical voice coming from your phone ordered. "You could at least tell me where we're going", you told Natasha once more. The two of you had been driving for almost two hours now and all that time she had refused to let you know where you were headed. "It's a surprise, love", she said. The same answer as always. Maybe it was time to give up and just enjoy the ride. Der Weg ist das Ziel, a voice in your head said, reminding you of an old German saying you had once heard somewhere. "If you won't tell me where we're going, can I at least change the song?", you asked, referring to the terrible techno music the radio station had been playing for the last couple of minutes. "Please", Natasha sighed. Though the two of you had quite different tastes in music both of you seemed to agree that anything would be better than this. So you connected your phone to the car's bluetooth and started a playlist you had once created for situations just like this, composed of songs both you and Natasha liked, or at least tolerated. "I love this song!", you exclaimed as the first tunes began to play. Even over the loud music you could hear Natasha chuckling. "I know. This song was playing in the background when I first asked you out, remember?" You were embarrassed to admit that you didn't. Though you vividly remembered every other detail of Natasha asking you out for the first time. The way your hands had suddenly gotten all sweaty, the dark green jumper she had been wearing that brought out her eyes, her perfume that you could smell as she leaned closer to talk to you and the way the sunshine had made her hair look as if it were on fire. "But I remember what song was playing when you asked me to move in with you, two years ago at Tony's party. Though I thought you were joking because you were so tipsy", you reminiscined. For a split second Natasha turned away from the road to look at you in shock. "I was not tipsy! I've had like five shots, I could easily take three times as many." You knew that it was best not to argue with her about how much she could drink without feeling the effects, Tony had tried it once and it did not end well for his liver. "Do you have that song in your playlist we danced to the first night after you moved in?", she asked. As if she even had to ask, during your conversation you had queued it up so it would start playing next. With a quick press of your thumb the song started playing over the speakers and you turned the volume up just a little bit more. As if on command both of you started singing from the top of your lungs. You were quite off, Natasha was a little as well, but it didn't matter. Neither did the pedestrians at the side of the road, who could apparently hear you even through closed windows. Natasha removed one hand from the steering wheel and reached out for yours, giving it an affectionate squeeze before lifting it to her mouth to press a kiss on it. "I'm really glad we're doing this", she shouted over the music. With a smile you big your mouth started to hurt you nodded. You were glad as well. It didn't even matter where you were going, as long as you had Natasha by your side you knew it would be perfect.

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I hope you enjoyed a small snippet of a road trip with Natasha.

Translation: Der Weg ist das Ziel = Literally something like The journey is the destination, meaning that you should enjoy the journey, but usually used sarcastically (at least that's how I use it)

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you

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jelloopy · 4 years

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TAZ Grad Ep 27

The boys are in front of the Godscar chasm (This is spooky right off the bat lets see where this goes)

FUCK Argo rolled a 1 and is being strongly affected by the chasm he grabs onto Fitz’ shoulder for balance (Maplekeen shippers come get yall juice.)

T h e m u s i c (I will lose my mind as soon as this album is out good lord)

Argo is seeing himself attacking his boys? (Holy shit where is this going?)

IT WAS A FUCKING DREAM THANK FUCKING GOD (This better not be one of those things like Duck had in Amnesty I’ll fight.)

Griffin being pissed that he rolled a nat 20 on perception in a fucking dream and declaring that he’s withholding that until a more opportune time.

Uh oh…. Where are Firbolg and Fitz?

awe they left him a note! It’s okay!

GRAY BETTER BACK OFF IM ALREADY PISSED IM NOT EVEN 6 MIN INTO THE EPISODE AND IM ALREADY DONE. THIS MOTHER FUCKER NEEDS TO DIE AND QUICK. s t o p h u r t i n g a r g o 2 0 2 0

”That’s just dad’s inner monologue” that’s… awe come on “sorry my son came in here and said that bullshit” “awe Henry come on man” “being a bad son is genetic it seems” (Pure gold I love this family)

Sabor saying he was “somewhere else for a second” (does not give me the best vibes ngl…. Sabor’s p sus)

Justin’s new podcast law around Sabor and Firbolg. (Tbh I was a big fan of the slow arduous talking scenes but I will live I suppose…)

Sabor…………………… why are you so sus rn. Ur just tired. Stop being cryptic p l e a s e.

”I have been giving this much thought” “hell yes.”

FESTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THE MUSIC CAME ON AND I BECAME INSTANTLY FERAL HOLY CRAP FESTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (I have been waiting for their return omfg)

”Would you like to party with the fairy’s?” “I need some sort of survival guarantee that I’ll make it through the evening” (This is an extremely viable request)

“Snippers don’t be like that…” “It’s okay I’m flattered!” (I need subtitles for Snippers p l e a s e)

“But this Lil guy is my familiar. He’s not the source of my magical powers, as far as I know… that would be a pretty late season twist.” “DAMNIT GRIFFIN YOU FIGURED IT OUT! All magic in Nua flows through snippers”

FESTO AND GORDY HAVE PARTIED TOGETHER WHAT A DUO (I need fanart of them STAT)

damnit they haven’t partied with Chaos

OH SHIT they don’t know about Fitzroy’s connection with Chaos

oop this is…. Oop. “if your source of magic is external you should not have been able to access it within the crypt.”

“I also have a habit of delighting people” “HM!”

He lovingly refers to them as his “Boys”

“that wasn’t Argo that was your dad” “CLINT?! THE POWERFUL WIZARD!?” (Clint is truly a multidimensional and plane hopping wizard. We stan)

“we need a name for this multiverse that Clint Travels through” “How about the Clinterous” “TRAVIS. Honestly Travis! Are you fucking kidding me?!” (I………… why Travis… why)

Thank god they all use the restroom before they leave

Argo was literally stabbing in his sleep….?

Firbolg’s first pair of shorts! ‘N he enjoys them. V v happy with this

This means that Gray is actively in Argo’s mind, twisting what he hears! That’s dogshit he needs to stop (s t o p h u r t i n g a r g o 2 0 2 0)

Firbolg has yet to tell them about his dad’s passing and Fitz’ respects that. Argo on the other hand goes ahead and pries in on it.

(Fits their characters tbh)

“Are we just not going to class anymore?” “It’s all Virtual” (I had to stop and laugh for a good minute bc of the delivery by Justin. It got me)

Hero is in front of the Chasm… bb are you ok...

Fitz’ whistling to get Hero’s attention… (Fitz… he’s not a Dog anymore bud…)

Hero has been working up the courage to explore the Chasms! (Pls take him with you)

“you were a dog for a long time you think that you’d be used to people cleaning up your mess” it gets a smile out of hero AND Firby starts to dance! (I need all of the Firby cosplayers to make a TikTok with this and I need all artists to draw this stat. I need the dopamine p l e a s e)

“He does this any time he makes a slam dunk of a joke we just have to let him finish”

God I love when they back up for a min and do some good ol table talk

”I’m talking as a human being Justin Mcelroy father of two.”

“If you guys win a demon war? It’s at least an A-” “what would it take to get the A+?” “You could bring me a fruit basket” (The absolute Corruption… lmao)

Niceee Hero is gonna go work with Althea this is gonna be great.

Yes griffin giving that perception check NO CLINT WITH THAT FUCKING NAT 1 (Clint needs new dice that are blessed please)

Fitz sees Argo take out his blade and sees a look in his eyes. Firby sees it too. (aaaaaand I was right it was one of those “Duck” scenarios ….. damnit)

Firby uses thorn whip around Argo’s wrist and he doesn’t fight it. ( :( )

Fitz insists that he goes into Argo’s mind to see what’s going on and Argo agrees but as Fitz gets near him he puts up a fight… (This is getting quite concerning)

FIRBOLG CASTS HOLD PERSON. HOLY SHIT. BRO. (I did not know he could do that… damn alright…)

Clint your VA is so good I adore you so much. (I just need to tell him that he is doing an amazing job. Pulling at my heartstrings constantly)

Maplekeen shippers come get your angst (I don’t ship it myself but I cannot imagine what the tags are gonna look like after this bc damn…)

CLINT YOU NEED TO FUCKING GET RID OF THAT D20 DUDE

Gray is in Argo’s mindscape. Mother FUCKER.

Fitz casts Thunderwave at Gray on-site and a Lil to cocky like Gray puts up a hand to block it but underestimates Fitz and goes flying about 10ft back (This is… mmmmm yes I’m very comfortable with the energy we’ve created in the studio today)

“Stop fucking cheating!” (YO HE CURSED REALLY WELL!!!!!! He’s learning!)

YEAH! THAT’S RIGHT MOTHER FUCKER BE SURPRISED BY FITZ AND RUN AWAY YOU COWARD (God I hate this dude)

“Festo wouldn’t do anything to hurt me” *silence* (Sus)

The portal in the Chasm... ever-growing… Opalescent being with white eyes...

ORDER?!

I’m very intrigued. I enjoy how Fitz is annoyed instead of angry most of the time. It really brings into perspective that this is kinda a useless war that doesn’t need to happen. That also the Warforged from the last episode was onto something with the question of “why six months?).

#taz spoilers #taz g #tazg #tazgraduation #taz graduation #theadventurezone #the adventure zone #thezonecast #the zone cast #firbolg #tazfirbolg #taz firbolg #argonaut keene #sir fitzroy maplecourt #sir fitzroy maplecourt knight in absentia in the realm of goodcastle #chaos #demon prince gray

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frostedfaves · 3 years

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Pls give us darkNat when the reader is best friends with Yelena and hanging out at their house. Nat asks the reader for help in the kitchen and then destroys them 😩

hi! so I was saving this for future reference but now I’m kinda wondering if you mind me combining this with a dark!milf!wandanat request I have? 👀

#emilyprentissslut #asks #to complete

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ashintheairlikesnow · 4 years

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if you want an idea for a specific continuation, maybe after Antoni is done showering, he can’t fall back asleep and Chris notices it and Antoni opens up a bit about his past while Chris comforts him? I just want him to be happy okay (also, “Get Up” was fantastic)

CW: Extensive discussion of scarring/scars, negative stimming (rocking, mostly, but it’s described in detail, just an fyi), references to past torture and PTSD. Noncon touching (nonsexual and not whumpy, but still)

Post-Get Up, this is pretty much just a wee little epilogue for it. Tagging my Antoni and Chris people: @astrobly, @finder-of-rings, @burtlederp, @oofowouchies, @orphceus, @pretty-face-breaker, @im-just-here-for-the-whump, @thebirdsofgay, @whumpfigure, @doveotions, @newandfiguringitout, @endless-whump, @stxckfxck, @slaintetowhump

“Why... why are you here, Chrisha?” Antoni’s voice trembles a little, leftovers from the cold shower. Chris’s fingers press over his skin, trail his neck to push into his pulse point and feel at the lymph nodes there. Every touch is too warm, burns him all over again, but he can’t move to push him away. He can barely breathe to speak.

Chris doesn’t answer him at first. He’s kneeling on the tile floor, water soaked through the knees of his jeans and half-drowning in one of Jake’s old t-shirts, rocking forward and back, his eyes narrowed and intensely focused in a way that Chris never is. The blue feather necklace he always has around his neck swings forward and bumps back into his chest with the force of his rocking, and Antoni’s eyes keep drifting there, caught by the rhythmic motion, feeling like he’s being hypnotized.

He feels a strange little urge to swipe his hand out, like a cat batting at a swinging mouse.

“F-for, for, for-for you, here for you,” Chris mumbles, in a voice Antoni has never heard him use. It’s flat and strange, like he’s speaking from a thousand miles inside his mind. The fingers run down over exposed collarbone, trail a tiny line of scars there, mark each one.

He’s lost in the change of texture, maybe, or maybe it’s just that pushing down how he wants to respond to this evidence of Antoni’s evil, his sin, is taking too much out of him and there isn’t enough left to show on the outside.

“Chrisha-”

Chris just shakes his head, rocks a little harder. It’s in moments like this where Antoni can see the worry that Jake and Nat still have over him, these minutes ticking by where Chris is gone somewhere inside himself, buried in the stimuli that comes from pressing his fingers slowly over the way Antoni’s skin is slippery-wet here, and roughened there, again and again and again. Antoni has seen this only once or twice before - Chris just barely dancing around or avoiding panic by retreating into his own head, desperately chasing the safety there.

“Please-... please stop,” Antoni whispers. Chris doesn’t even seem to hear him.

It’s Antoni’s fault, really.

He had stayed curled up in the bottom of the tub letting the water run over him in icy rivulets and streams for as long as he could stand it, until the shakes were too much for him and he’d only barely managed, with numb, fumbling fingers, to turn the water off.

He hadn’t gotten out of the tub so much as he’d just draped himself over the side until gravity did the work for him and let him land with his body on the bathmat and his legs and head against cool tile, water dripping from his hair to pool and puddle beneath his cheek.

He looked like the chalk outline of a body at the beginning of a crime show. He felt a little more than halfway there, too.

Chris had waited as patiently as he could but worry had overrun his deep respect for privacy and he had found Antoni like that, still naked and shuddering, and now... this.

Chris’s lips are moving without sound, and Antoni stares at them, breathing slowly and with effort, until he realizes that he is watching Chris count his scars. His mouth moves each time his finger presses against a roughened circle of skin.

“More than two hundred,” Antoni says, softly. It’s the strongest his voice has felt since he fell asleep.

“Wh-what?” Chris doesn’t look up, and the rocking pauses, briefly, but then starts up again. What matters, though, is that he pulls his hand back and away, and Antoni can breathe more easily at the lack of touch than he could at the trailing, skimming, light-fingered consideration of every mark he earned.

“I have... more than two hundred... of those. I had Dr. Masood count them when I first... came to live at Natalie’s house. Chrisha, I need you to help me up. I c-can’t... can’t stand.”

“All from him?” Chris asks it quickly, in a single breath.

There is always a him, a her, a them.

“All,” Antoni says, as firmly as he can in a voice that still shakes. “Pl-please, Chrisha. I need you to come back to me, for a minute.”

Chris’s eyes flicker to his and they’re still gone, for a moment, before the fog in them recedes enough for him to nod and press his lips together. The rocking stills and he pushes himself back into crouch, sliding his arms under Antoni’s.

Antoni hisses at the sudden burn of the warmth of him against skin that still feels like ice.

“W-why, why, why why why, why don’t you, why, why don’t I-”

“Know about them?” Antoni leans heavily on Chris, all but falls against him, and his attempts to walk are really just Chris dragging him across the floor with his feet only barely managing to occasionally move in time.

“Um. Yes, I want-... why don’t you-... why don’t we, we know? Does Jake know?”

“No. No one knows.” Antoni’s forehead falls against the side of Chris’s neck and soft blue hair brushes him. He smiles, faintly. “Just you now, I guess.”

“So, so why-”

“Some scars are mine to keep.” He lets himself be put into bed, only vaguely aware he’s not in his own, but in Chris’s bed, in the bedroom they keep here for him where he sleeps on weekends when he’s not staying in his dorm or with Laken. “To make my body my own, I have to keep my scars my own. Do you understand?”

Some scars were mine to earn, they don’t belong to anyone but me. I am the one who made him put them there.

“No,” Chris says, covering Antoni up in his blankets, and the weighted one on top feels like a hand softly pressing Antoni into the mattress. A hand, or a body. His breath comes a little more easily, blinking slowly. “I don’t. They, they, they-they don’t... don’t-don’t give us scars, that’s-”

“They still give you scars.” Antoni grins, a faded shadow of a smile, and reaches up to press into the center of Chris’s forehead. “Yours are in here, Chrisha, and they are just a real. Mine are more visible, that is all. I am sorry I scared you. I haven’t felt well, I did not realize I was so sick so quickly...”

He hadn’t known he was dreaming, it had been so perfectly vivid. Hadn’t he heard once that you can’t smell in your dreams? But he had smelled the cloves, overwhelming, almost sweet. He hadn’t realized any of it was a dream.

“I’ll... I‘ll get you some medicine.” Chris all but vanishes out of the room - Antoni blinks and the blue-haired boy is gone when his eyes open again. He lays there, blinks again - and Chris is back, staring worriedly at him, fingers twisting at the feather he wears around his neck with one hand holding a small cup with a thick syrupy liquid in the other.

“Did I... fall asleep?”

“I, I think so. I’m sorry, I-I poured out the liquid before I remembered you, you, you can take, um, pills.”

“That is just fine.” Antoni tried giving him a supportive smile, even if it wavered, and drank the disgusting sticky grape-y mess down in one gulp, like taking a shot of the world’s worst vodka. “Chrisha please-... do me a favor? Yes? I need... hot water and the raspberry jam I keep in the fridge. Mix together, to make a tea.”

“Um. Why?”

“I don’t know.” Antoni lays back against the pillow, closing his eyes again. “I just know it will help.” There’s a silence, and when he looks, Chris is rocking again, eyes focused on the curve of Antoni’s shoulder showing above the blankets, a tiny circle of scars there. “Chrisha.”

“Yes?” Chris blinks, broken out of his impending fog once more. “Oh, s-sorry, I’ll, I’ll get the, uh, the tea and-and, and, and the water... the water-tea...”

“Please.” He hesitates. “Would you... want to know about my him, Chris?”

Chris swallows, and slowly nods. “You, you, you-you know about mine. But, but, but-but you don’t have to-”

“You cannot understand my scars unless you understand why I hide them.” Antoni smiles, a little weakly. He can feel the warmth of the blankets around him but somehow they don’t seem to penetrate the first layers of skin, he is still cold, shivering. “The tea can wait. Come... come here, please.”

He holds out a hand and Chris climbs immediately into the bed with him, laying on top and to the side with his arm across Antoni’s chest, tucking his head under his chin the way he does with Jake. He smells like the shampoo he uses at the dorms and a whisper of a different kind of scent Antoni thinks must be the gingery stuff Laken wears on their neck and wrists. Chris has smelled like that before.

But why is he here, smelling like Laken and still alone?

The answer can wait.

Instead, Antoni tightens his arm around Chris, letting fingers run lightly through the blue hair as though watching a waterfall part around them, and says softly, “My him had a first name, but I was not allowed to use it.”

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stuckylibrary · 3 years

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Anon 1 said:

Hi, can you help me find this fic, it’s pre serum Stucky, little Steve was very sick and someone tells Bucky Steve is going to die so he runs to Steve’s home crying, that’s all I remember. I’ve been looking for it for on the and can’t find it. :(

at6am said:

hello! ive been looking for this fic for the longest time, looked through every tag and i fear it has been removed :/ basically, bucky is “hiding” from an abusive ex. he finds him and confronts him, but steve sees him while hes on a run, and chases him off. he invites bucky to stay at his place to protect him. i remember steve being military. at the end, the boyfriend finds him and has a fight with bucky, where he breaks his jaw, but then steve arrives and shoots him, i think. help :(

Anon 2 said:

hii, I have a question, I'm looking for a fic! What I know about it, is that they are in some kind of sex club? Steve is a Dom, Bucky a Sub. Bucky thinks Steve is too nice and gentle and unexperienced at first and unintentionly makes fun of him, Steve doesn't take his shit and takes him into the dungeons, where only the most experienced Doms can go? I think it was even Nats club, or sum like that. Thanks so much already!!

Anon 3 said:

love y'all to bits. mwah x. i was wondering if u guys know abt a fic where steve n bucky are in avengers tower, slow dancing (i think the rest of the gang are there but not necessarily watching them?) and either steve or bucky gets super emotional bc they're pining and run out w/ the other following ??

Anon 4 said:

I've been trying to find a fic for hours but I cant remember the name of it. I remember that it was a modern au, bucky and steve were roommates or something, and whenever bucky cried, he only cried a single tear. They kissed at a christmas or new years party, but bucky ran away when steve didnt kiss back. Also, the author always refered to the space between the living room and kitchen as "no man's land", dont know why that certain detail stuck out at me. Pls help and thanks!

thefrenchfern said:

Hello! First of all many thanks for your wonderful work, your blog is so useful to find recommandations!! I am looking for a fic,where Bucky is working as a tailor (with Natasha) and he is also writing books under an alias. Steve is working nearby (in a gym maybe?) and he reads Bucky's book and he puts updates on goodreads? I also remember something about post it wirtten by Bucky to make Steve know its him. Many thanks for your help

Anon 5 said:

Hi, I feel like I have been looking for this fic forever everywhere. In it Bucky comes to Avengers Tower post Winter Soldier. He is recovering but he realizes Steve is lost too, and none of the other Avengers seem to realize. He starts gently bossing Steve around. He has Steve get his 40’s haircut back and Bucky buys 40’s style clothes for Steve to wear. They buy a farm and move out there, adopting a dog. Bucky gets set off by a trigger word and hides in the barn. Please help! Thank you!

Anon 6 said:

I lost a shrunkyclunks fic where Bucky meets Steve on the subway (or bus?) and they become fast friends, but Steve has a lot of money and Bucky is poor so every time they go out somewhere Bucky doesn't want to mention that he really can't afford to do much of anything. That's all I remember, do you know which fic I'm talking about? Thank youuuu

Anon 7 said:

Hi, desperate for some help here. I can only remember this one really specific detail from a fic I read recently, Steve asked Bucky something he'd never told anyone before, Bucky said he had Becca's kid for a weekend (?) and he said his first word at Bucky's place (the word had something to do with an ad on tv and was a pretty unusual first word), he never told Becca. Becca called Bucky a week later saying he did it again. Thanks for any help!!

artisticrogers1972 said:

I was reading a wonderful STUCKY fic; linked here from A03 and have lost it. This was maybe two-three days ago. It was about Bucky and Steve from the time they were kids on up and Bucky's mom was Roma. Bucky was in love with Steve but thought if he went with girls he'd be fine. They'd push beds together in the winter. Someone, please help!! I want to finish. It's part of a series and my head, with all the migraines, is easily forgetting titles

celestial-star-petals said:

Hello I'm looking for a fic that's post winter soldier I think. Bucky surrenders himself over to SHIELD and fury and maria have him imprisoned at headquarters but no one tells Steve, who, when he finds out immediately goes to him. Bucky doesn't leave so Steve visits as often as possible and so do the other avengers, sam, nat, pepper too. tony comes along tinkers with something in buckys cell and drops something that later helps bucky escape. Thank you for your help!!

cevansebb said:

hi guys do you know that fic (i rhink its recovery!bucky post tws fic) where bucky is OBSESSED with steve’s cowlick? if you could find it i’d appreciate it alot thank you!

Anon 8 said:

hi! i’m looking for a post-cacw fic where before helping bucky, wanda gives steve trigger words which makes bucky freak out, but then she takes them away. do you guys happen to know it? thanks :)

harrieserendipity said:

Hello stuckylibrary friends 🥰 I just went through a few of your tags looking for a fic that takes place pre-war. It’s summer& really hot out so Steve& Bucky have to sleep outside on their balcony/deck to keep cool overnight. Bucky wakes up w Steve asleep on top of him & like throws him off. It’s a prewar pining sort of thing I believe, but I went through that entire tag. I also know that this fic isn’t August and her sons, I thought it was but I just reread it and it’s not. Thanks friends!❤️

Anon 9 said:

hi! im pretty sure this was a pretty popular fic but i can't find it even with ao3 tags. it's post ca:ws steve+bucky w/ the avengers and one mission goes wrong and steve nearly dies and bucky confesses his feelings in panic but once he realizes that everyone heard him b/c the coms were still on, he dips and completely avoids steve?? i love y'all to bits, i hope you guys have been safe and healthy

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cole-grey-writes · 5 years

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Marriage Broker

Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Timeline: Post-Spider-Man: Homecoming

Character(s): Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker, Natasha Romanov

Pairing(s): Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader (platonic), Peter Parker x Male Reader

Warning(s): swearing

Request: Can you do a platonic Wanda x Avenger!Male reader where she realizes the reader is into Peter Parker and she sets them up but neither of them realize what’s she’s doing until it’s done?

A/n: yay, another request! Sorry for the absolutely long wait, and wow this is really long. But I’m so very happy that you guys like my writing. I really enjoy writing for you guys so pls keep sending me requests : D and thank you for waiting for so long. Hope you enjoy!

Wanda watches as you smile down at your phone. The corners of your eyes are crinkled, your face warm with blush. Wanda eyes you for a moment longer before she crosses the kitchen. She sits at the table, taking the seat across from you. She asks you, “What’s got you so happy?”

You look up, smiling at Wanda while not-so-subtly hiding your phone in your lap. “Good morning, bestie,” you greet her.

You and Wanda met back in 2015, during the whole Ultron business. Even though the two of you didn’t interact much at the time, after the dust had settled and cleared and Wanda had become an official member of the avengers, you came together naturally and started hanging out on a regular basis. You had plenty to bond over because of your close proximity in age and the fact that you both had only just become avengers recently. You became best friends soon after.

“Good morning, Y/n,” Wanda greets back, linking her hands on the table while staring at you suspiciously. She goes to ask you about what's making you laugh so much, but is interrupted. A ping comes from the phone in your lap.

You instantly look down at it, completely forgetting about Wanda, and you erupt with laughter. You lift your hand to cover your mouth when you can’t help but laugh. Wanda has never seen you smile or laugh so… she can’t quite find the word for it. Gushingly, maybe, as if…

Wanda gasps and blurts, “You have a crush!”

Your laugh dies as you look up at Wanda sharply. “What?”

“You have a crush,” Wanda states again and you make a face in response, obviously trying to feign confusion.

“Pfff,” you scoff, waving your hands in a dismissive manner. “What? What do you mean? Me? A crush? Noo, thats-”

Wanda ignores you and asks, “Who is it?”

“What? It’s no one, Wanda, it’s-”

“I don’t believe you,” Wanda says, her accent drawled. She quickly reaches across the table and grabs ahold of your phone. You shout and tighten your grip, trying to keep it from her.

“Y/n, just give it-”

“No, Wanda, let go-”

“No fighting in the kitchen,” Natasha orders, popping up unexpectedly and out of nowhere. It makes you jump and unfortunately for you, Wanda wins the tug-a-war and is able to rip the phone out of your hands. Wanda shouts in victory.

You pout, whining, “Nat!”

Natasha doesn’t turn around from where she’s eating blueberries she got from the fridge, her back facing you. “Don’t blame me for your butterfingers.”

Sighing, you try to get Wanda to give you back your phone but she doesn’t budge. She simply smiles and begins going through your texts. You cross your arms and continue to pout while waiting for her to be done.

It isn’t long before Wanda makes a show of gasping, causing you to blush and look down at your lap. “You really like him,” it's not a question and you can’t tell if that’s worse than if she was asking. You glare, but there’s no heat behind it and you know Wanda knows that.

Natasha, still not looking at you two and instead messing around on her phone, asks, “Who do you like?”

You don’t answer, don’t even acknowledge that she’s said anything, so Wanda tells her, “Peter Parker,” in a sing sing tone.

Natasha smirks. “Spider Jr?” she wonders coyly, even though you and Wanda know she knows who Peter is, and that she knows you both know she knows (which is confusing, but you get the point).

“Yes!” Wanda confirms happily. Groaning from embarrassment, you snatch your phone back, sliding it in your pocket so she has no way of trying to take it again. “Why don’t you ask him out?”

You debate continuing to play dumb but figure she’s already come this far, so there’s no point. You shrug instead, saying, “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Wha-” Wanda stutters, “it is a big deal, Y/n, this-”

“I almost forgot,” Natasha interrupts, walking over to stand in front of the table so she can look down at you. “You’re needed for a mission briefing with Steve and Thor on the third floor. Starts in thirty minutes, so you better suit up quick. Fury wouldn’t appreciate your tardiness,” and then she sits down with her blueberries and gets back to whatever’s on her phone.

You sigh, standing while grabbing your half filled water bottle and breakfast plate. You drop off your plate in the sink, but keep your water with you.

Wanda’s eyes follow you the whole time. “Y/n,” she says, trying to argue.

“No, Wanda, crushing from afar is just better, alright?” you tell her, pausing on your way out. You shake you head, letting out a defeated sigh. “Saves me from the humiliation.”

Wanda frowns, watching you leave. She can only wonder what she can do for you. Wanda’s never been in a relationship either, so she’s not sure of all the ropes. All she knows is that she wants to help you get the guy.

Next to her, Natasha types away on her phone. The soft clicking noise grabs Wanda’s attention. Wanda is suddenly struck with an idea.

She leans closer to Natasha, smiling sweetly. “Hey, Nat?”

Natasha looks up from her phone. She smirks.

There's a reason Natasha’s skills are never doubted (may the devil have mercy on the poor soul that does doubt her) because when Natasha smirks at Wanda like that, she knows she’s already won the game.

It’s almost too easy. Wanda comes up with the best strategy while you’re away on your mission with Steve and Thor. The only hard part was waiting for those five days for you to get back so she could set her plan into action. And once you did get back, Wanda was instantly in your face about hanging out as soon as possible.

“Wanda,” you interrupt, setting down your bags. You turn to her. “I’ve only been back for five minutes. I have bruises the size of Manhattan, and I’m fucking exhausted. Let me rest.”

Wanda sighs, pretending to pout. “I know you just got back,” she tells you, “but I just… it’s just being away from you for five days made me realize we don’t hang out enough anymore.”

You sigh and flop back down on your bed. “Look, can we talk about this later? I’m really-”

“Friday,” Wanda says suddenly, “friday is a perfect day to hang out.”

“Wanda, no-”

“We can go to a deli shop. You’ve been wanting to try one for a while,” which isn’t a total lie. You have been wanting to go to a deli shop, just not the one Wanda’s referring to. Wanda’s not even able to take credit for the meeting place. Natasha had done some sleuthing for her and found out Peter goes to a specific deli shop after school every day.

“No, that’s not-”

“We’ll meet there at 3:30 sharp,” Wanda tells you, leaving before you can protest further.

All the pieces fell perfectly in order once Wanda had you on board. All Wanda had to do after that was just wait for friday to come (while simultaneously avoiding you so you couldn’t back out, but you know, you didn’t need to know that).

Wanda did just that and when friday came around, she went down to the deli half an hour early to get the rest of her plan set up. Wanda grabbed a seat in a corner where she has eyes one everything.

It wasn’t long before you arrived right on time, exactly 3:30. Wanda watches you look around for her, though she has no doubt you won’t find her. She’s dressed in a foolproof disguise: hair pulled back in a cap and glasses resting on her nose. Steve suggested it, and it always seems to work for him.

You sigh, picking a spot to the side that is out of the way to stand in while pulling out your phone.

You [3:31 PM] where are you?

Wanda pulls out her phone to answer you, waiting a few seconds wanting for it to seem believable.

Wanda [3:32 PM] ill be there soon

You [3:32 PM] i thought we were supposed to meet at 3:30 sharp

Wanda [3:33 PM] that was for you

Wanda can hear you scoff but chooses to not look in your direction.

She tells you she’s with Natasha at the moment. It’s a known fact that mentioning Natasha will always get people off your back.

Wanda [3:34 PM] just go find a seat for us

You put your phone back in your pocket and head over to a table. You barely take one step before you bump into someone. You gasp and start to apologize before stopping. Wanda smirks when she sees the curly brown hair, watching you two the whole time.

“Y/n,” Peter gasps, eyes wide.

“Peter,” you gasp back, pleasantly surprised. Peter smiles and you blush.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” he says, before he realizes how that sounds. “I mean, I didn't mean it in that way, I just come here everyday after school and I've never seen you here before. Not that you can’t be here, I mean…” Peter stops himself, face a red, hot volcano.

You giggle, saying, “Likewise.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing here?”

“I was planning to meet Wanda here for a late lunch.”

“Oh,” Peter nods. “Um, where is she?”

“With Nat, apparently, but she said she’ll be here soon, so,” Peter smiles and nods while you stare at him and blush. You stutter, “Well, um, you know, you-you could join us, if you want.”

Peter looks surprised. “I-I would love, uh, really like to join you for your late lunch, if it wouldn’t be a bother.”

You smile. “What? No, of course it’s not a bother, Pete, not at all. I was just about to find a seat, actually.”

“Oh, well, I actually know the perfect seats for us,” Peter leads you over to a booth only a few tables away from where Wanda is seated. You and Peter begin talking but you’re talking too softly for Wanda to hear what you’re saying. Luckily, she can read your lips. You talk mostly about avenging, specifically the recent mission you, Steve, and Thor went on, just easy conversation.

Not that it matters anyway because a waitress is immediately in front of you two, wondering what she could get you to drink. When you two are done answering, the waitress says, “Alright, well, I’ll be right back with those drinks for the lovely couple,” while smiling a toothy grin and walking away from the chaos she left behind.

Wanda can see you and Peter’s cheeks flush dark with blood. You can’t help but smile and cover your mouth. She watches intently while wringing her hands repeatedly, hoping her plan works.

You both try to go back to regular conversation, but it’s shifted now. You cover your entire face with your hands, scrubbing up and down, trying to get the blush to go away before Peter’s hands are suddenly pulling yours away from your face.

Wanda watches, holding her breath. Peter is saying something, but he’s looking down at the table so Wanda can’t make it out, but it makes you smile and laugh. Wanda can’t remember a time when you’ve looked happier.

Peter is smiling and laughing along with you. You reach across the table, tangling your fingers in the hair on the back of Peter’s neck. You lean across the table and softly press your lips against his.

Wanda can’t contain her squeals. This, of course, causes your eyebrows scrunch. You look in Wanda’s direction. Wanda gasps, jumping back in her booth and hiding under the table by laying down on the seat hopefully before you could spot her. She waits for a reasonable amount of time before she allows herself to sneak a peak over the table, where you and Peter sitting across from her.

“Hey, Wanda,” you greet her while Peter sits next to you with a knowing smile.

“Oh,” Wanda says, sitting up straight. “I guess you were bound to find out eventually,” You and Peter nod at that. “How exactly did you know I was setting you two up?”

“The waitress kinda tipped me off,” you tell her. “Her thinking we’re a couple right after you busted me for having a crush on Pete? Please.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I had no idea,” Peter says. You snort and lean a little closer to him. “I'm grateful, though.”

You smile at him, blush, and then turn to Wanda. “I am also very grateful for your help.”

“Well, that's a relief,” she says, then, “now, pay up.”

“Pay up? What are we paying for?” you ask her, sharing a confused look with Peter.

“You didn’t think I was setting you up for free, did you?”

You scoff, mouth hanging wide open. “We didn’t know you were setting us up in the first place!”

“All the more reason to pay me finely for my services,” Wanda holds out her hands. “Fifty each, please.”

“Fifty?” you question, still shocked. “Why do you need a hundred dollars for this?”

“Oh, I don't. I only need fifty, but I need the other fifty for Nat because she helped.”

You and Peter exchange looks and begin pulling out your wallets, causing Wanda to smile in victory. “Fine,” you say, slapping the fifty in her hand, “but you're paying for lunch.”

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Business and Pleasure

Summary; In which OC (Ophelia) meets her charming King. Will she be able to move past her independent mindset and fall in love? Or will the past create a rift between need and want?

Characters : OC Ophelia Odinsdottir x Medieval!King Bucky

Word count : 7800

Warnings: some fluff and interruptions

A/N: this is for @waiting4inspiration 2k writing challenge. Congrats on the milestone. Can’t wait till you achieve more. You’re writing is a amazing. DISCLAIMER: pls excuse the way it’s written and the random paragraphs. I had to find a way to make everything fit cause tumblr is a bioch. The full version is on my wattpad page 🙈

Today was the day. The day our guests would be arriving for the ’Grand Celebration’ in 5 days. At least, that's what the people think. The Royals know better. We know the real reason as to why all the Leaders and Generals of every Kingdom are here. There is a threat that wishes to take over these lands, a threat that was defeated a long time ago. For centuries we have lived in peace, now the threat of Hydra stands in the way of between us and normality.

Mother forced us to accompany Father in the Throne Room to await our guest's arrival. Loki and Thor looked irritated to be standing all evening while Hela and I enjoyed our time, conversing with Valkyrie and Lady Sif. “So Ophelia, did you find your husband in the debriefing?” Hela asked, referring to the discussion our parents sat us through regarding who will be wandering our castle. I rolled my eyes and replied, “No. None of them fit my criteria.” . “I beg to differ. If I recall correctly you were staring at a particular King.” Valkyrie added to the conversation. Lady Sif raised her eyebrows and queried, “Really, who?” “Well, it’s rather obvious isn’t it. There is only one King who is not married and that is - “. “That’s enough all of you.” I bellowed, feeling my cheeks heat up. “Is that why you’re wearing such a lovely dress, sister?” Hela interrogated, running her hand down the side of my dress. Mother and I chose a lovely satin dress with a slit in the front. It was loose with an elegant design on the chest area. “It’s a simple blue dress and I did not choose it, Mother did.”

“Her objective was to make you look ravishing for King - “ Thankfully Hela was cut off by the sound of the welcoming horns. Mother hushed us and commanded we get into positions. The doors to the Throne Room opened and one by one our guests shuffled in as their names were announced. My feet started cramping as the line of guests seemed endless. Loki glanced at me and smirked, lightly grabbing my arm and looping it through his arm. I smiled and turned back to the guests as the name-calling finally stopped. Father stood up from his throne and greeted his guests. “Welcome to Asgard. As King, I would like to welcome you on behalf of my people. I hope that your stay will be pleasant and that, when you leave this palace, we may all have found peace.” Our guests clapped and cheered at Fathers words. “Your rooms have been assigned and our attendants will show you to them. Know that all our services and vicinities are open to you. Our meetings will commence after dinner.” Our guests cheered once more and many dispersed leaving the Kings and Queens behind. I rushed down the stairs and tackled Wanda into a hug. She giggled and hugged me back saying, “Well, hello to you too.”. “I missed you. Its been months since we’ve seen each other.”. “Is she the only one you missed?” I excitedly turned around to see Nat walking towards me with her arms open. I rushed to her and hugged her. “I didn’t know you were King Steve’s right-hand WOMEN.”. “I wanted to surprise you.” She replied. “Consider me surprised.” I confessed.

“So they're the only ones you missed? I’m hurt, Princess.” I turned around to find Tony Stark looking at me with a fake hurt expression. I smiled and hugged him dramatically. “Tony, you know you’re my favourite,” I said after our long hug. I turned to Pepper and greeted her. She was never one to get involved in these things so it was refreshing to see her. “And this must be Morgan. She’s gone so big.” I waved to the seven-year-old. She hid behind her mother and smiled shyly. I smiled and continued to go around, hugging and greeting everyone. It was nice to see them again even if it was due to negative circumstances. My favourite group was definitely The Guardians. They were so diverse and did not have the right etiquette around Royals. It was entertaining to watch Mothers expression and Thor secret laughs. The last person I greeted was Steve. He smiled brightly and kissed my hand, such a gentleman. “You know that isn’t necessary, Steve.” . “I know.” Steve responded with a smile. “Yea. As far as we know, you have a wife.” Sam Wilson said, walking towards us with his King in tow. I curiously watched as he quietly observed the area. He has long brown hair, captivating blue eyes and a light beard. His face was hard yet his deep in his eyes showed slight emotion. His eyes were hard and his posture stiff. He was constantly on guard, ready for any surprises. Must be the soldier in him. “I do. I’m just polite.” Steve replied. “Ophelia, I’m assuming you’ve met Sam and this is his King and my best friend, James.” Steve introduced me to his best friends. I smiled at Sam, already knowing him after his many encounters in Asgard with my personal guard, Vision. I turned to James and greeted with a curtsy. “Good evening, King James.” . “Oh, we didn’t get such a greeting.” Sam joked. I watched James give him a look before bowing and muttering a reply. “Bucky.”

“Excuse me?” I replied. “Everyone calls me Bucky. I’m not a fan of the title.” I smiled and responded, “Well that makes two of us, Bucky.” He gave me a light smile and voice, “Shall we, Ophelia.” He held out his arm for me to take. I smiled and gently looped my hand through his, allowing him to lead me to the garden where everyone was seated for dinner. This is going to be an interesting time.

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The day before the ball.

I woke up to knocking on my door. I groaned and prayed it would disappear but it only grew louder. I tried covering my face with my pillow in hopes that it would with the headache it was giving me. I stayed up all night with Wanda, Jane, Mantis, and Shuri while everyone else was discussing the Hydra threat. I got to know everyone a bit more in terms of their passions and relations. It was a rather interesting night. Mantis is... strange but in a fascinating way, Jane loves stars - and Thor-, Wanda can’t stop mentioning Vision and all of them are convinced Bucky has a crush on me and me him. Is that true? Frankly, I don’t know. It’s been a flirtatious few days but nothing more. My days had significantly grown more interesting with his presence. We’d always be miraculously seated next to each other in every meeting - the works of Mother, Hela, Nat, Sam and Wanda. He was quiet during the meetings, speaking only when spoken to, and he was always attentive, eyes analysing everyone’s expressions and actions. Outside the meetings was a different story. I’d spot him in the garden, admiring the different flowers and creatures and watching the children play in the streets from the terrace. I enjoyed talking to him. He was calm, always open to learning new things. I spent days discussing Asgard’s architecture and history. I asked about his Kingdom and he explained that it still held the infamous aura of Hydra but things were brightening. He was sweet and very charming, whether he was doing it intentionally or not, was a mystery to me. I was very good at reading people by their eyes -courtesy of Mother - but he was extremely difficult to look at without blushing, let alone read.

“YOUR MAJESTY IT IS TIME TO WAKE UP! THE SUN IS SHINING AND THE BIRDS ARE SINGING AND YOU SHOULD BE TOO!” Hela shouted, storming into my room. I heard groans on the floor and peaked down. Everyone was cuddled up in their pillows and satin sheets, miserable at Hela’s noise. “Not now sister. You’re being a terrible host.” I groaned as she pulled open my heavy curtains. “This is not my house so, frankly, I don’t care,” Hela replied, plonking onto my couch as everyone woke up. “Breakfast will be served in an hour and you have entertaining to do.” The three ladies on the floor groaned and dragged themselves out the room while I thanked them for the night. I hopped to my bathroom, happy to see the bath full of steaming water. I sunk in and bathed, making sure everything was clean before jumping out. I hummed a tune I heard playing in the streets last night as people gathered the music for the Ball tomorrow while changing into an outfit picked by my sister. “I see you’ve chosen this.” I pointed to the three quarter, velvet green dress. It was plain and easy to move around. She topped it with a short, black heel.

“Well, you’ll thank me later. Mother and Father have got quite a lot to do today and they’ll need your help.” I laughed and fixed my hair into a half updo and followed Hela out. We walked to the Dining Hall for breakfast. “Have you seen Vision yet?” I asked. I hadn’t seen my personal guard since our guests arrived. I missed his odd persona. “He, along with everyone else, is at breakfast. You’re last.” Hela replied. I blushed. Father is not going to be happy. We strolled into the hall as everyone sat and enjoyed breakfast. Father was speaking to Mother on one end of the table. Thor was with his friends - The Avengers as he called them - on the other end. Loki was conversing with Nebula. Not the safest thing. The Guardians were having their own conversation. Fury was with Carol and Maria. I walked to the empty seat next to Wanda across Bucky and Sam. They were listening to a story Thor, Steve and Tony were trying to tell. Something about the woods and trees being destroyed. Loki smirked every now and then, adding comments about what he saw in this tale. I felt Hela push me out the way and sit next to Wanda. I glared at her while she smirked and Wanda snickered. I sighed and walked to the last remaining seat, next to Bucky.“Good Morning,” I said, sitting as my attendant brought me my dish. I thanked her and picked up my utensils. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty,” Sam replied. Bucky gave him a look before greeting me as well. “We really need to sort it your tone towards the Princess” I chuckled and stated, “Don’t worry Bucky. Sam’s a friend.” Sam smiled and raised his glass. Bucky rolled his eyes and added, “Still shouldn’t talk to you like that.” Wanda looked at me and smiled. I looked back confused. Both she and Hela raised their eyebrows and snickered. “Am I missing something?” I asked. “Nothing sister.” Hela smirked

“So Bucky, are you excited for the Ball?” Wanda asked, trying to start a conversation. “Well not really. I feel like it’ll distract us from the mission.” Hela groaned. “He’s definitely a King. They never lighten up.” . “Well, he has a point Hela. Imagine how Tony will act tomorrow night.” I voiced. “Weren’t you the one most excited for this?” Sam questioned. “Well, Sam. Ophelia just knows how to separate business from pleasure.” Bucky defended. I smiled as he winked. “Aww, you two are adorable,” Nat stated from her end of the table. Everyone suddenly stopped and listened. “Like a married couple,” Valkyrie shouted from the other end. I shot my head in her direction and gave her a look that would have her wishing she was part of the chair. “I told you, Steve,” Peggy added. “Who’s married?” Thor asked. “I called it,” Scott added.

“You owe me 20 Rhodes,” Tony said happily as Rhodes groaned. My eyes widened as my cheeks felt hot. Bucky was clenching the fork and I noticed red on his face. “This is what I was telling you,” Mantis said. “Aww, young love,” Carol added with a laugh. “Sister, I had no idea.” Loki gasped sarcastically. I quickly got up and left the hall, having lost my appetite. I didn’t look back to see Bucky following me out.

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The whole day I avoided Bucky. Every time I saw him, I turned the other way. I was embarrassed by everyone’s assumptions of our relationship. We were just friends, nothing more. I busied myself with preparations the entire day, making sure to isolate myself from everyone as much as possible. The sun was setting and I was running out of things to do. Wanda and Nat had already found me and declared apologies on everyone’s behalf. They also said that Bucky was miserable because he hadn’t seen me and he felt guilty. I frowned at the thought of his unhappy face. He didn’t do anything wrong, we just have a bad choice in friends. I sighed and wondered about the halls. I was bored out of my mind, only looking forward to the night as we would be having another girls night. I forgave everyone but was not ready to face the music just yet. I turned to a corridor to see Bucky walking out of his room towards me. He looked up and his eyes brightened as they saw me. I quickly turned around, pretending not to see him but he stopped me by shouting, “Ophelia, wait!” I sighed and turned back replying, “I’m sorry Bucky but I’m incredibly busy. I have to go.” I turned for the third time and tried walking away but he grabbed my arm saying, “I know that’s a lie because Nat just informed me that our presence was not needed by anyone for the rest of the night.” Bloody hell this women is asking for a death sentence. I sighed. “I’m sorry... it’s just err -“

“I know, you don’t have to explain yourself.”

“You know?”

“Yea, we have terrible friends.”

I giggled. “That’s true but they’re all we have so I guess we’re stuck with them.”

“Unfortunately. May I join you?” I hesitated. “Umm... yes of course.” What’s the worst that could happen? Bucky smiled and let go of my arm. He followed me as we wandered the castle halls. We had been doing this a lot. “I see you haven’t gotten over your fascination with the castle.” I pointed out, watching him rake his eyes over the patterns that aligned the walls. “Every time I walk, I find something new to marvel at.” He replied, glancing at me. “And some things never cease to amaze me, no matter how many times I've looked at it.” I blushed. “That’s Asgard for you. Always holding new beauties.”

“And ones that have been here all this time, hidden from the world.”

“Are we talking about the same thing?”

“I don't know, are we Princess?”

“I told you not to call me that.”

“I know but it suits you.”

“So does your title, King.”

“No, it doesn’t. I was never born to be a King.”

“Yet here you are. Ruling a land of people thought to be cursed and from what Sam has told me, you’re doing quite well.”

“I hope Sam hasn’t ruined my name, cause that’s all he seems to be doing. He can never contain his tongue.” I giggled. “It’s who Sam is.” . “Unfortunately.” Buckley smiled. He had a charming smile. White and full. It always brightened his face, his blue eyes wrinkling as he did. “Your Majesty?” “Yes?” I reacted. “You’re staring.” My eyes widened and I flushed red, great just what I needed. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. I am guilty of the same.” I looked back at him and smiled.

“You were staring, at me?”

“How can I not?”

“Are you flirting with me, Your Highness?”

“No...I’m just being polite.” I nodded, not believing him. “Of course you are. You never mix business with pleasure.”

“I try not to. You’ve proved that to be quite difficult.”

“Have I? I apologise.” I flushed at his words. We stopped near one of the biggest terraces in the castle. It overlooked all of Asgard and further. The world was dark, the land filled with light from peoples homes. I walked outside and looked at the view. The stars shone despite its competition with the artificial light. “It really is beautiful.” “Yes, it is.” I turned to Bucky to find him already looking at me. I smiled as the wind picked up. Bucky tucked a piece of my blonde hair behind my hair and turned to the view before us. “What are you playing at, Barnes?” . “Last name basis is it?” I laughed at his dramatic statement. “Well if you must know, I’m differentiating the difference between pleasure and business.” He turned back to me and trialled his gloved fingers over my cheek. He only wore a glove on his left hand, wonder why? “Why do you wear one glove?” I asked, letting my mouth voice my thoughts. I watched his eyes darken before he turned away from me. “I’m sorry, I never meant to offend you. You don’t have to tell me. You are not obliged to” I rambled, not sure what to say. “It’s alright. Umm... it’s from a time in my life I wish to forget.” He left it at that. “Do you like horse rides?” I asked, desperately trying to change the subject. “I do.” He answered shortly. “Maybe we can go on one after the Ball. I’d like to see if you live up to the status as the fiercest warrior of all the land.” . “Is that what I’m known as around here?” He chuckled. “Well, it’s all Sam talks about when he comes. He goes on about how you raced though an army with just a horse and a sword, coming out unscathed.” Bucky lightly smacked his forehead and sighed. “Sam and I really need to have a talk about his dramatics.” I laughed. “So it’s not true?”

“It’s true but I didn’t come out of it unscathed. My horse was worse.”

“Your horse?”

“Yes, Starr. She’s a beauty but she’s very fierce. She doesn’t like people.”

“You two must be best friends.”

Bucky laughed quietly. “She’s in one of your stables. I can show her to you.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Anything for the princess.” I rolled my eyes at his sentence. “Do not do that.”Bucky smirked, “Do what love?” I shook my head and headed inside towards the stairs that would take us to the stables. Bucky jogged to catch up to me. “How do you walk so fast?”

“Years of practice in heels.”

“They are beautiful, as is your dress. It complements your transfixing eyes.”

I blushed, again. “My sisters work.”

“She has good taste but I doubt she could make such a dress look this beautiful on herself.”

“You don’t want her to hear that from you. She’ll kill you in your sleep.”

“I would say it to her face a thousand times if it means I see those gorgeous cheeks blush.” . “Bucky!” I stopped abruptly causing him to knock into me. I stumbled, tripping over my feet. I squealed as I fell towards the stairs. Bucky grabbed my waist and pulled me so that my back was to the wall and face flushed against his chest. “Are you alright?” He whispered as if out of breath. “Yes. Thank you.” I whispered back, clutching his shirt. I looked up, into his ocean orbs and smiled lightly. Bucky smiled back and let his right-hand trail through my hair, that had somehow come out of its updo, and down to my chin. I closed my eyes and as his thumb traced my bottomed lip. I bit my lip and opened my eyes to find his face closer. It was as if the world around us didn’t exist. All I could hear was his soft breathing and see his beautiful face. I glanced at his rosy lips before looking into his eyes again. I leant closer and watched as Bucky followed suit. Before I could feel his soft lips touch mine, a cough interrupted us. We quickly looked to the stairs to find Nat, Carol, Steve, Thor and Tony looking at us with huge smiles. “I told you they were up to no good,” Tony said with a giggle. I froze and stared at Thor who laughed behind the rest. Nat smirked at the two of us and said, “Let’s leave them to their... business.” “No no. Pleasure Nat. As you heard at breakfast, these two don’t mix business and pleasure.” Tony added. Carol and Steve laughed silently. It was as if his words spread through the rest of the castle because Wanda and Clint suddenly appeared with Sam and Rhodey in tow. “Aww, yea man. I knew it would happen.” Sam shouted to Bucky. Bucky groaned and hid his face in my neck. I giggled and pushed him away slightly. “Did we miss something?” Loki came around with Hela. “Sister was making out with the Soldier.” Thor's voice boomed through the already formed group. “Finally,” Hela said.

“Yes, you two were taking quite long.”

“I expected it to happen on day one.” I looked at my siblings with a shocked expression. “Alright, let's leave them alone.” Steve walked towards Bucky and smacked his shoulder. “But they’re right, you did take long bud.” Bucky huffed and pulled me away from everyone as they cheered for us. “Don’t forget about tonight, O!’ Wanda clapped. “That is if he doesn’t keep you occupied!” Carol added. “Not that we mind, we don’t,” Peggy stated. I picked up the paced, wanting to get as far away from them. Once we were near my room I stopped. “I’m sorry.” We both said simultaneously. We laughed as Bucky pulled me towards the opening. I sat on the ledge and sighed, “This has been the most embarrassing moment of my life.” “Honestly I’ve had worse. Bear in mind, Sam is my friend.” I giggled as Bucky walked towards me, his hand on my mine. “It was fun though.” “It was but I’m assuming you’re needed in your room. You don’t want to be keeping the ladies waiting.” I sighed and pouted. “I don’t think they deserve my presence. What will you do?” Bucky chuckled. “Knowing MY friends, we’ll probably be out drinking our hearts away.” I shook my head. “Men.” I hopped off the windowsill and grabbed Bucky’s hands. “I guess this is goodbye for now.” . “For now.” I walked in the opposite direction of Bucky, our hands lingering together. I turned to him while he stared at me with those adorable puppy eyes. I got on my toes and pecked his cheek, letting my lips linger for a second longer. I could feel his check spread with a warmth. “Goodnight.”

“...Goodnight.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bucky's P.O.V

I watched as Ophelia walked away from me, her beautiful green dress swaying with her hips as her heels clicked against the floor. Her hair flowed in the direction of the wind, her scent coming towards me. I bit my lip as I touched my cheek, still feeling her lips on me. I felt a smile spread on my face as she disappeared from my view and turned to find Steve and the other men. I found them outside with their horses. I saw Starr and took her reins, walking towards Steve. “Ah, lover boy is here,” Sam said. “Finally, though I thought you’d last longer,” Tony stated. “Tony that’s not necessary.” Steve reprimanded. “Yes, that’s my sister you’re talking about,” Thor said, cracking his knuckles. “We didn’t do anything if that’s what you’re all wondering. We just talked.” . “Yes, very intimate conversations,” Loki said with a smirk. “Well, let’s head out, the night does not last forever.” Vision said, getting upon his horse. Everyone else cheered and followed suit. I got upon my horse and thanked Vision. He replied with a smile and lead the party of men to the bar where we could take the opportunity to let go before the big day tomorrow yet no matter how much I drank, I could not forget those grey-blue eyes and the bright, wide smile of the Princess of Asgard. Maybe everyone’s assumptions were true, maybe I have found my Queen.

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Ophelia’s P.O.V

I walked into my room to find all the ladies lounging in my room. Looking at it, I didn’t know my room was that big. “You’re back!” Peggy said. I sighed and walked to my room to change into my white nightgown and blue robe. “Did you two have fun?” Hela asked with a glass of red wine in her hand as I sat at the edge of my bed. Wanda and Nat sat on the bed with me. Hela sat on her own couch. Carol and Valkyrie sat of the two-seated couch. Peggy and Pepper on the other across them, Jane on the windowsill cushion and Nebula, Gamora and Mantis on the fluffy carpet. “We did not do anything. We just talked.” . “I don't believe you.” Carol said with a smirk. “Well then that’s a you problem.” I snapped. “Oh lighten up, O. You guys are cute.” Nat assured. I pouted. “I think she’s upset that we interrupted them.” Wanda added. “Am not!” I whined. “You so are.” Jane giggled. “Can we please change the subject.” I pleaded. “No! We want to know more about your intimacy with the Soldier.” Gamora said. Everyone nodded, agreeing with her. “Nothing. We’ve been talking. THAT’S ALL.”

“Well what is he like?” Pepper asked.

“You know what he's like.”

“Oh please sister. Every man acts different with the one he loves and his friends.”

“He loves you? Oh joy! You’re babies will be beautiful.” Mantis gushed. I blushed at her words. “He does not love me.” . “You don't know that.” Val said. “He’s a man. They are terrible when it comes to sharing emotions.” . “Where’s Okoye and Shuri?” I said, desperately trying to change the subject. “Shuri is very tired from todays activities and Okoye is doing guard business. She didn’t want to go away from her duties. Now don't change the subject.” Nat said as the tray of various foods came towards me. I grabbed three chocolate cookies and a glass of wine from the centre table. “I swear we didn’t do anything.” . “Fine we believe you. Now tell us what the famous Winter Soldier is like?” Jane asked. “Fine but after that we go to something else.” . “Promise.” Wanda said. I sighed. “He’s... dreamy.” The girls laughed as I glowed. “He’s kind and charming. He’s always complimenting me and always makes sure I’m comfortable. He’s curious, always asking me about Asgard and our family.” “Did you tell him the truth?” Hela asked.

“Yes. I did. Anyways, we just got to know each other. I promised to take him on a ride through Asgard’s forest.” . “Look at you making the first move.” Val cheered. I giggled. “What about the kiss?” Mantis asked. “Was it satisfactory?” Nebula spoke for the first time. I smiled. “We did not kiss because Natasha interrupted us.” . “NAT!” Peggy and Pepper groaned.

“It was unintentional, I swear.”

“Can we move on now - “

“No. Did you kiss him anywhere else?” Hela pressed.

“.... maybe.”

“HAH, YOU DID.” Wanda jumped on my bed, almost dropping my glass. “Hey, these covers we’re expensive.” Wanda sat, blushing. “To end this torture, I did kiss him BUT only on the cheek. That’s it.” Everyone awed and began complimenting me on our cuteness and Mantis continuously spoke of our future children. “Okay I get it. Now I have a question.” Everyone quietened as they waited for me to ask my question. “Does everyone know that Wanda has been snogging Vision since we got here?” Wanda squealed and tried tackling me but it because was too late. Everyone broke out into a series of shouts in shock. I smiled as she went as red as her nightgown. “Is that who you’re going with tomorrow night?” Hela asked. I nodded for her as she tried smacking my head. I giggled and caught her arm. “Well... who are you all going with?” Wanda mumbled. Everyone tired speaking at once but I quickly hushed them as to not wake the whole castle up. “We all know who’s going with who. Peggy and Steve.” Peggy smiled at the mention of her husband. “Pepper and Tony.” Pepper rolled her eyes playfully. “Nat and Bruce.” . “Why would you think that?” Nat asked, trying to play dumb. “Oh please Natasha, we’ve seen you and the shy boy.” Hela said laughing. “All sheepish glances and stolen kisses.” Nat blushed and grabbed a new bottle of wine. I laughed as she poured a full glass and continued. “Jane and Thor as they have also been snogging ever since she got here.” Jane blushed and chucked a pillow at me. “How would you know?” . “I have eyes and ears everywhere. This is my castle, the secret passages are everywhere.” Jane sighed as if giving up with this conversation. “Oh and Gamora is being accompanied by Peter Quill.” Gamora’s eyes shot to me in anger. “How would you know?” . “Your sister told Loki who told me. Never trust Loki to keep secrets from me.” Gamora looked at her sister and tackled her to the floor, her hands around her neck. I gasped as Val and Carol tried to pull them apart. Hela laughed and Peggy and Pepper tried to calm the situation down with their Queen words of wisdoms. After 10 minutes of shouting, laughing, fists and Wanda, Mantis and I sitting on my bed, munching on goods, things calmed down. “Is everyone calm?” Peggy asked. She was met with silence. “Good, now let’s all breath and continue to relax. Nat, hand them a cup of wine to calm the fire in them.” Everything calmed down from there. “Its the sister in them, isn’t that right O.” I nodded, agreeing with Hela. “We fought like crazy.”

“You almost threw me off a bridge.”

“You were being a brat.”

“I was 8.”

“And you were a terrible 8-year-old.” I chucked my book at Hela. Before she could throw her heel at me, Pepper shouted, “That’s enough! There will be no more sister squabble.” Hela and I rolled our eyes and smirked. “She doesn’t understand.” Gamora and Nebula smirked as well. “Anyways back to the dates.” Jane said, trying to move the conversation back to where we left off. “Yes. Hela, Mantis, Nebula, Carol, Valkyrie and I are going alone.” I continued. “I know Mantis, Nebula and I are but Carol and Valkyrie have had other plans...together.” Hela said as the two blushed and glanced at each other. I smiled widely as Hela continued. “And you sister, you’re going with Barnes.”

“He didn’t ask me.”

“He doesn’t have to. He’s a man remember. They’re not good at expressing their emotions.”

“You really think he wants to go with me?”

“Of course he does. If he doesn’t, we’ll make an example out of him.” Gamora said. I laughed and thanked her. “But if he is in love with you then he will want more than for you to just be his date tomorrow. He would want you to be his Queen.” Mantis voiced. I choked on my wine as everyone nodded their heads. “It is very obvious. He is not good at hiding his feelings for you.” Nebula added.

“Umm...”

“Better start thinking about marriage sister.”

“At least Father gets his wish.”

“To hell with Father. This is for you. Do you wish to marry him?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far.”

“You’ll have to if you want to be ready when he pops the big question and he just might, at any time. Remember, he’s a man therefore he also has terrible timing.” Everyone laughed at Hela’s statement in agreement and continued to drown themselves in wine and food. Tonight was going to serve us all a huge headache.

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The Night of the Ball.

“Ophelia, may I come in?” I heard from the other side of the door. I had been in my room since after lunch, preparing for the Ball. Frankly, this was not my choice but Mother wanted me - and my brothers - to look perfect. I smiled, remembering Thor and Loki’s groans of complaints as Mother forced us into our rooms to get ready. I had been in here for 4 hours washing and making sure every cell was spotless. My nails were a Livid Colour, to match my dress. My hair had been curled and styled to Mothers liking. Thank the Gods we had a similar taste in clothing and hair or things would’ve much more difficult. “Come in.” Wanda and Nat walked into my room with random gowns on. Attendants walked behind them carrying their gowns, shoes and jewellery for the night. The door closed and they took off their gowns replacing them with silk robes. “You two seem excited.”

“I just want to get drunk.”

“I can’t wait to dance.”

“You guys do realise we are not going to be allowed to ‘have fun’. We have responsibilities.”

“Our responsibilities won’t take all night,” Nat said taking a seat of the single couch and stretching. “Besides, I didn’t get this pretty for nothing.” Wanda nodded in agreement. “What time are we meant to be down?” I asked. “In 2 hours.” Nat answered. “Great.” I walked to my bed, where Wanda was sitting with her nail filer and pulled out my book. “Are we just going to sit here for 2 hours?” Wanda asked. I nodded, turning the page. “Absolutely not.” Nat interrupted. “We have to get ready. I have to do your make up Ophelia and your hair Wanda AND we still have to get dressed and be downstairs, ready when the doors open to the civilians. That will take 2 hours. So let’s begin.” Nat pulled Wanda to my vanity table and began doing her hair. I glanced up every now and then to see Wanda’s hair being pulled in different directions and Nat using strange products. “Done.” Wanda walked got up with a smile and hugged Nat, thanking her for her magical hands. “You’re turn.” She said, taking my place on the bed as I moved to the vanity table. Nat stared at my face for 10 minutes before pulling out various brushes, powders and shades of different colours and began touching my face with different objects. 20 minutes later my face was done. I turned to the mirror and gleamed. My face was a canvas of perfection. I giggled and hugged Nat. “I look... extraordinary. Thank you, Nat.” . “Oh darling, it was no problem. I want to make sure Barnes doesn't take his eyes off you.” I blushed at her words. “Not that you need it. You’ve had Barnes wrapped around your finger since the moment you laid eyes on each other.” . “Time for dresses.” Wanda squealed, pulling her dress out. Her dress as red - her signature colour - with a dip in the front as it flared to the ground. The dress was decorated with leaves from the top and spread to the middle of her dress and was matched with black high heels. “Wanda, if your objective was to captivate Vision, then you, my friend, have succeeded,” I said as she walked to my folding screen to get dressed. “Nat, let me see yours,” Nat smirked and pulled out a sexy black dress. It was satin as if started at her breasts with a slit that runs to her mid-thigh and topped with a belt at her waist. It was paired with red heels “Nat this stunning.” . “Yes, now let's see your dress princess.” I smiled shyly and asked to my closet, grabbing my dress and laying it out on the bed. Nat gasped. “It’s gorgeous.”

“What? What did I miss?” Wanda asked, stumbling towards us. She smiled at my dress. “Your Mother went all out, I see.”

“She did, didn’t she. Is it too much?”

“Too much? It's just enough. You are going to be the centre of attention. This is why mothers have daughters so that they can dress them up like life-sized dolls.” Nat sat, putting the dress to my body. “Go and put it on.” I did as told, trying to keep my hair and makeup perfect, and walked back. The girls smiled as Wanda twirled me around, my dress spreading as it moved with me. Nat handed me my white heels and sprayed our skin with perfume. “I’m so excited.” I gushed as we headed to the door. I opened it to find Vision nervously pacing in his uniform. It was less constricting due to the lack of armour but still had that Asgardian touch to it. He stopped pacing once we walked out and his face was priceless. His jaw hung and his eyes wide. I followed them to none other than a blushing Wanda. “Y-You look...breathtaking.” He stuttered. “I...I mean you all do, Your Majesty, it’s just...” . “It’s alright Vision,” I said as Wanda glided towards him. They exchanged shy words while Nat and I smirked at their not-so-secret conversation. “Wanda, I know you and Vision are having a moment but we’re going to be late,” Nat stated, walking past the two of them with me in tow. I smiled as the two as they rushed to us, Vision rushing to walk in front of Nat. “M’lady, the guests have arrived and your family is waiting for your arrival to begin the... celebration.” Vision muttered while Wanda and Nat slipped into the hall. I nodded and let Vision lead me to my family. Mother stood with her foot tapping anxiously as she waited for me. “Where have you been?”

“I’m sorry Mother. Love has no track of time.”

“Just because you have a boyfriend doesn’t mean you get leeway,” Loki said with a smirk.

“It was not me.”

“We don’t have time for this. Both of you get ready.” Mother ushered us to the entrance door. Sounds and voices could be heard as we entered the room. Cheers could be heard from all directions as Father sat on his throne and Mother, Thor, Loki and I took our positions beneath him. I scanned the crowd to see to find Bucky standing near Steve. They were quietly conversing, glancing at me ever so often. I smiled as Bucky kept his eye on me. Steve chuckled at our silent exchange and gave me a quick wink before focusing his attention to Father. I turned my attention back to Bucky drowning out father’s speech to the crowd. He looked very handsome in his black dress coat with his white buttoned-up shirt. His hair was jelled back nicely and his beard was trimmed to perfection. “Let the celebration of the lands begin.” I heard Father say as people cheered. Bucky clapped, keeping his eyes on me and mine on him. Everyone dispersed to the dance floor as Bucky walked towards me. I smiled, descending down the stairs. “Goddammit doll, you look... amazing. Beautiful. Ravishing. Gorgeous.” Bucky gushed, taking my hand and spinning me around. I giggled, “Bucky, you’re making me dizzy.” Bucky stopped and pulled me to his chest. “I just wanted to see how my princess looked from all angles.”

“Oh, so I’m YOUR princess?”

“Of course.” I smiled and shook my head. “Well, just so you know, this princess loves to be spoiled.” He pulled me closer and whispered in my ear. “Don’t worry doll, I’ll spoil you in every way imaginable.” I blushed and hid my face in his chest. “Shall we dance?” I nodded before he pulled me to the dance floor. We twirled along too the music, our feet following the melody. I watched as all our friends danced, along with other guests. Father and Mother smiled in my direction while we danced. People stopped dancing and gossiped about the couples, I could hear faint comments about Bucky and me. I couldn’t care what anyone said or thought. All I could see was Bucky. His beautiful ocean eyes and his bright smile. His laugh, his jokes and his charm were all my ears could hear. “Tell me, princess, do you ever desire to be more?”

“More than?”

“More than just a princess?”

“Well, I don’t know. I’ve never had the chance to think about it. My father always made decisions for me. If I had to think about it, really think about it, I’d love to be independent and free. I know it’s not much but for people like me, it’s hard to come by.”

“I understand. So, I’m assuming being a Queen is not your idea of freedom.”

“Not exactly but we can’t have everything. If I was a Queen, I’d be able to make my own decisions and see the world. I’d be included in the important things and be taken seriously. Unfortunately, that would only happen because of my husband.”

“I’d let you be independent. I wouldn’t force you to depend on me.”

“You would?”

“Umm....y-yes. My apologies, I never meant to be so forward.”

“No, it’s alright. I like a man who can picture his future. Tell me, what does your future look like, Bucky?”

“My future... is you.”

“Now you’re definitely mixing business with pleasure.”

“It’s not my fault. My business is exceptionally pleasurable.”

“Is it?”

“Yes. Though, I’d never marry you for business purposes.”

“So, I’m just pleasure?”

“You’re an image of my greatest dreams coming true.” Bucky spun me around and moved his hands to my waist. He picked my body up and spun us around. I gasped in surprise, grabbing his biceps while Bucky laughed. Once I was back on my feet, Bucky pulls me flush against him after placing my hands around his neck. I played with the hairs by his neck, placing my head on his chest where his heart was. I sighed softly as I listened to his heartbeat while running my nails through the shorter hair. Bucky groaned softly as he rested his head onto of mine, his soft lips grazing my forehead. His fingers traced figures on it back, causing shivers to run up my spine. We danced in silence for two songs, enjoying each other’s company before I lifted my head up from his chest and spoke,” So, about this whole marriage thing -“

“You don’t have to say anything. I was overstepping.”

“No. No, you weren’t, it just caught me off guard is all. I’ve never discussed this with anyone other than my sister, Nat and Wanda. No one else really cared for my opinion. I was always told to listen to my father because he knew what was best. I’ve also never spoken to someone who can make it happen.”

“Well, I’d love to talk more about it with you. If you’ll have me?”

“I’d love to and I’m sure my father will be satisfied.”

“It doesn’t matter what your father thinks or wants.”

“Pray he didn’t hear you.”

“You’ll protect me, right princess?”

“Of course. I’ll never pass up a chance to save you.” Bucky chuckled and pulled me towards him, kissing my cheek lightly. “As long as I get to save you as well.” I blushed as his lips lingered on my cheek. After a while, Bucky and I stopped dancing, grabbed drinks and walked to Wanda. She was flirting with Vision, distracting him from his duties.

“Look at you two.” Wanda blushed and snatched a drink from a passing tray. “We weren’t doing anything.”

“We didn’t say you were.” Bucky and I chuckled as Wanda groaned, hiding her face in Visions chest. Before I could continue my teasing, a clink of a glass quietened the buzz-filled room. “I would like to make a toast,” Father announced. “To new alliances, new beginnings, new love.” Father glanced at Bucky and I. I groaned while Bucky and Wanda laughed silently. “This celebration tonight is to announce -“ Father couldn’t finish his sentence as he was interrupted by the sound of the glass window on the far left, shattering. People screamed as guards stormed in with warriors from the other kingdoms, drawing their weapons to protect the Royals. Bucky pulled me behind him as Vision drew their weapons. The room fell silent, everyone alert from another unwanted sound. Father walked to the window, guards in tow. He picked the thrown object up and inspecting it. I walked to Father, Bucky right behind me, and peered at the object. It was a rock - a big one - with a note attached to it.

It read ”time to pay up.”

I looked at Father as his face paled. Mother and Thor rushed towards him as he stumbled back. “He needs to sit.” Mother said, ordering the guards to bring a chair. Father huffed and sighed as he fell into the chair. ”Mother... the people.”

“Everybody remain calm... there’s nothing to worry about.” As Mother said that, an arrow flew through the window on the right, landing in the pillar close to Steve's head. Hela grabbed the arrow from the pillar and examined it. People screamed and started running in a different direction. Steve and Tony walked to the now-broken window and peered out. Thor shook his head, walked to Father's throne and shouted, “EVERYBODY QUIET!” The room fell silent, no one moving a muscle. “Close the doors. NOBODY LEAVES.” The guards shut all the doors, blocking all exits.

“What does the note say?” Carol asked as we all walked to Hela.

“I can’t read this...” Hela said. “It’s coded.”

“Let me see.” Bucky said, taking the paper and translating. His eyes widened and his hand tightened around mine. “It says... ‘There’s nowhere to hide.’ “

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imperialstark · 5 years

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Peverell? Which ones which?

so i rubbed my two brain cells together and hopefully wrote a coherent answer to your question anon in reference to this post i made. it’s been a while since I’ve read/seen Harry Potter but I absolutely love the Tale of the Three Brothers who cheated Death. For those of you who don’t know what the hell I’m talking about, long story short, in the HP world there’s sort of this fable in the wizarding world about three brothers obvi.

So anyway these three brothers were walking together one day and came across a river that, unknown to them had caused many people to drown. But since they were wizards, they used their magic to cross the river and make it to the other side. Death, having felt cheated, decided to trick the brothers and give them any gift that they asked of him.

The first brother, demanded that Death give him a wand worthy of a man who cheated Death, so Death took a branch from a nearby elder tree and gave it to him.

The second brother asked to bring people back from the dead so in turn, Death took a stone from the river and imbued it with the power to awaken the dead.

The third brother simply asked for Death’s cloak and Death had no choice but to oblige.

Now, what the hell does any of that have to do with Thor, Steve, and Tony, you may ask? Well I’ll try my best to explain myself. (This gets long so I’m putting the rest under a cut. **Also this post does contain Endgame spoilers!** For those of you who haven’t seen Endgame yet, do not keep reading!)

Let’s start with Thor. Personally, I feel like Thor embodies the first brother and the elder wand. The first brother was an arrogant, aggressive man and often got into duels in the wizarding world. His life was devoted to besting others in combat and basking in the afterglow of a hard-earned victory. His gift, the elder wand, reflected that. The elder wand was said to be the most powerful wand ever made, but Death had a slight stipulation with every gift he bestowed upon the brothers. Some believe the elder wand was cursed so that whoever wielded the wand would die a violent death.

I personally believe that the wielders of the wand often came into contact with those who were envious of their power and as a result, tried to take it for themselves no matter what. To me, Thor, at least in his first movie, is similar to the first brother. When we first meet Thor, the movie establishes his identity as a warrior fairly early into the movie. We see that he surrounds himself with other warriors and foolishly incite battles rather than letting them happen naturally and we see the negative effects that his arrogance had on others around him.

The Elder Wand in this case would be Mjolnir. Both are powerful magical weapons with enchantments upon them and are envied/coveted by others in their respective universes. Unlike the first brother, Thor learns from his mistakes and his arrogance is tempered by the end of his first movie. The same can’t be said for the first brother who died from a slit throat.

I believe the second brother is best represented by Steve. The second brother used the gift he received from death to bring back the woman he was in love with from the dead, only for it to backfire when she returned as a shade of herself. I feel like a huge theme in Steve’s character arc for the MCU has a lot to do with regret and longing for the past. And knowing what we know about the end of Steve’s character arc in Endgame (no matter your opinions on it) it shows that Steve never really allowed himself to completely settle in the future.

There was always a part of him that wondered what if, you know? What if Bucky had never fallen? What if he had never put the Valkyrie in the water? What if he had gotten to live out his life with Bucky? And until Endgame, Steve would always have to live with those what ifs. (Although I believe had Tony and Nat not died, Steve never would have traveled back in time but that’s a different post.) Steve is the second brother, in that they both never let go of their pasts, instead choosing to cling to it, despite the possible consequences. For the second brother, he ended up going mad with grief and committing suicide once he realized that he would never have his lover back in the way that he wanted. And as for Steve, well the Russos kind of glossed over the consequences (if there are any) of Steve traveling back in time to be with Peggy.

And finally the third, and arguably smartest brother. While the first brother chose glory and the second, love, the third brother chose protection, plain and simple. He literally stripped Death of his own cloak and used it to hide himself from Death from years until he was ready to meet him on his own terms. Who does that sound like to you?

Okay I’m probably biased but to me that just screams Tony. Someone (I can’t think of their url rn but it was a lit post. If anyone remembers pls let me know!) made a post about how no one has been able to kill Tony and that he died on his terms in Endgame. And it’s true. Many have tried, and failed to kill my boy, and each time he rose from the ashes like a goddamn phoenix, stronger and smarter than ever. Obadiah tried to kill him like three times?? In one movie?? And still couldn’t succeed lmao. Vanko also tried to kill Tony multiple times, and also failed. Aldrich Killian? Failed. The Chitauri? Failed. Ultron? Failed. Tony came on top without fail, every single time even when some of the most overpowered villains we have ever seen were literally giving it their all. Thanos literally used the power stone to throw an entire moon at Tony and my boy, to quote Cap, “just walked it off” like when will your fave EVER—

Ahem. Got carried away. But anyway my point still stands. Many have come close to killing Tony, but it wasn’t until Endgame, where Tony faced death on his own terms, did he finally die a death worthy of a hero. And that triumphant smile on his face right before he snapped?

That was him greeting death like an old friend somebody hold me—

But I hoped that answered your question anon! Sorry it took me so long, it took me a couple of days to get all of my thoughts together.

#tony stark #thor odinson #thor #steve rogers #iron man #captain america #avengers: endgame #harry potter #marvel #mcu #tony stark meta #thor meta #steve rogers meta #does this count as meta?#i don't know #gabi talks

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leahclearwaterdefensesquad · 5 years

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Ummm so funny story. I waited so long to do this post that I forgot who tagged me in the first place 🙈🙈🙈 I have screenshots of the questions but didnt quite get the url of the person who tagged me. If you're them, pls lmk - I want to give credit where credit is due!!! I'm so sorry!! I wasn't ignoring this I was just procrastinating!!! Ily and thank you sm for tagging me!!!🖤

1. Are you named after anyone? Nope, I'm not!

2. When was the last time you cried? Oof a couple weeks ago in the shower when my depression was really getting to me. I was indulging in an unhealthy, emotionally/mentally toxic habit I had built up over the summer and was letting some emotions out and deciding to work on myself and put a stop to said habit :)

3. Do you have kids? Oh HELL NO, I am way too young for that

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Sometimes, but not as much as I used to. I appreciate sincerity more nowadays

5. What's the first thing you notice about people? Oh gosh, idk. I don't really watch my actions that closely like that. I guess maybe their face or their outfit??

6. What's your eye color? Blue

7. Scary movie or happy ending? Hmmm I'm not much of a horror person (tho I want to get into more good ones), and I am a sucker for happy endings

8. Any special talents? LMAOOOOOOOO

9. Where were you born? In the city I currently attend university. Essentially, I'm from Florida.

10. What are your hobbies? Refer back to question 8

11. Do you have any pets? Yes, 2 dogs!!! One dog is my mom's, the other is my Maxie, a yellow lab!! Lmk anytime y'all want me to post pics of my boy

12. What sports have you played? I played soccer in middle school, and when I was an upperclassmen in hs, I played lacrosse. I'm not much of a sporty person now tho

13. How tall are you? I'm 5'6", which I used to think was short bc almost every adult that's older than me is taller than me, but apprently I'm rather tall?? I guess they mean for a girl of my generation 🤷🏼‍♀️

14. Favorite subject in school? History, which is ironic bc I'm taking a history class rn that is such a drag and I don't like it as much as I thought i would

15. Dream job? Tbh it's difficult for me to imagine actually getting my degree and a job rn (bc depression, capitalism, and existentialism I guess), but I'll go with why I chose the major I chose: I would be an archeaologist. I've always wanted to be one since I was a kid I also wanted to be a space explorer, writer, nat geo photographer, historian, time traveler, marine biologist, and park ranger lmao but this was my favorite one - I was inspired by Indiana Jones and all those history documentaries I watched on Saturday mornings as a kid. (I also had a Nat Geo subscription for a while!) So I'm an anthro major, and even tho I work at a museum with collections I think cultural anthropologist and activist would be ultimately what I want to do.

Again, ty!!!

Tagging: @911esme @bellasredchevy @sapphic-clearwater @rosaliestrap @cullensquad @chiefjacob @bisexualemmettcullen @rosalie-stan @seth-clearwater-stan @howlonghaveyoubeenseventeen

#personal post #thank you!!#sorry that i'm so boring lol

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bithor · 6 years

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so i just hit 1k (and im more than halfway to 1.1k??) which is insane - thank you guys so much for supporting me and this blog! additionally, school let out a couple of days ago, so i’ve suddenly got a lot of free time on my hands, and what better way to use that than to give back to you guys? recently, you guys voted on what you wanted to see me to do celebrate this milestone; i couldn’t pick just one, so i decided to do a bunch of them - namely, detailed and simple blogrates, name aesthetics, marvel rates, and blog compliments!

rules —

- must be following this pile of dust (too soon?)

- reblog this post

- optional: check out my writing, graphics, and my main blog

- optional: go follow two of my faves, ky @tiredbuchanan and mel @ironhawks!

- blacklist #1kbr if you need to

- be patient; these will take a while, but i will get them all done eventually!!

- send me an ask with up to THREE of the following:

- for a simple blograte, send me a ☆ + tell me something good that’s happened to you recently!

- for a detailed blograte, send me ✧ + call me out for using google slides to make my header, i deserve it, or just send me your favorite marvel scene. [these are done individually - if you want one, don’t send requests for any of the other options! they take a lot of time to get done, so a blogger who wants this won’t get any of the others]

- for a blog compliment, send me ♡ + another blog you love!

- for a name aesthetic, send me ☀︎ + your name and your favorite season!

- for a marvel rate, send me ☾ + your favorite marvel movie/character/ship/anything!

formats are under the cut, along with some of my favorite mutuals!

faves [in no particular order]: @tiredbuchanan, @ironhawks, @broklynbarnes, @thinkfasts, @winter-soldiers, @goldenkillmonger, @softiesteve, @bitonysstark, @bisteverogers, @stuckygrief, @daisyridlay, @daysoffuturepast, @catfasteve, @peggysgf, @brooklynstevies, @babylevines, @stevenvrogers, @jewbucks, @bbarnes, @petcerparker

simple blograte format

url: don’t rly get it? / nice / iconic?? / show-stopping. wow / steve rogers icon: could use a touch-up / nice / cute!! / pls give me the link?? / sam wilson theme: default theme / well-planned / woah i love / brb stealing your code / clint barton content: not really my thing / great / holy hell i love? / reblogging everything rn / nat romanoff creations (if applicable): none / good job!! / damn that’s talent / teach me ur ways / thor overall: cool cool / awesomesauce / a fave!! / what?? is your secret / bucky barnes following? not yet ♡ / now! / of course!! / do you need to ask / tIL THE END OF THE LINE

detailed blograte format [creds to @excelsjor]

advice/compliments:

name aesthetic example (basically what your name reminds me of):

sandhya; sunsets overlooking the water, ink on pages, dark jeans fraying at the knees, light on hardwood floors, strong black coffee (the ones i actually do will will be longer)

marvel rates [basically which one i associate you with]

old guard: tony stark / steve rogers / natasha romanoff / bruce banner / clint barton / thor new guard: sam wilson / t’challa / peter parker / ant-man / bucky barnes / dr strange asgardians: thor / loki / valkyrie / hela / heimdall / odin guardians: peter quill / gamora / rocket / drax / groot / mantis shield agents: phil coulson / maria hill / nick fury / melinda may / daisy johnson / fitzsimmons location: avengers tower / wakanda / asgard / triskellion / brooklyn / xandar team: avengers / revengers / guardians / howling commandos / dora milaje / valkyrior

#blog things #not mcu #personal #dont let this flop!!#sandhya does stuff

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rosezure · 6 years

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Captured Pt.1

Anon requested: I would like to request a one-shot where the reader newly joins the avengers post AOU under the alias of Tigress and has the same skill sets as Natasha. Her and Steve are teamed up and they don’t get along at all. They argue all the time about how something should be done. The whole team easily likes her. She and Steve get sent on a mission where they have to be a married couple (alias of Chris Evans and Sonia Evans). In a dangerous situation they realize they love each other. (“you” POV pls)

I wasn’t sure what you meant by a “you” kind of POV so I hope I didn’t mess up or something. Also, I got so carried away with the story I thought it got to long and divided it into two parts. Enjoy! Sorry if it’s too long.

Summary: You’re the Avengers’ newest member and you all get along splendidly. Except for a certain blonde haired Captain. Steve Rogers, a.k.a Captain America, seems to hate you. But does he?

Warnings: Language, torture, blood and gore in general, mentions of death perhaps.

(Y/N) Your name

(Y/N/N) Your nickname

(Y/L/N) Your last name

(h/c) Hair color

(e/c) Eye color

(f/c) Favorite color

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“I can’t believe you, Rogers! You can’t seriously be calling me out over that!” You yelled, your face red with anger. Steve returned the glare you were giving him. This would be your third fight that day.

“I am. What you did back there was completely unnecessary, (Y/N).” He retorted, crossing his arms across his stone hard chest. You were discussing how you had attacked a superior Hydra agent in order to get him to cooperate. You scoffed.

“Do you really think he was going to come peacefully? I had to knock him out! Otherwise, he could have tried taking down one of us.” You gritted out. Steve rolled his eyes

“We would have handled him easily.” He snapped. You threw your hands up in disbelief.

“He had a bomb strapped to him. A. Fucking. BOMB!” You yelled, getting extremely close to the super soldier. Steve felt his breath hitch at your proximity.

“We. Would. Have. Handled. It.” This time he gritted out, clenching his jaw and focusing his baby blues on your flaming (e/c) ones.

“Really?” You scoffed once again, rolling your eyes. “Oh and since we’re on the topic of unnecessary and dangerous decisions, why don’t we discuss what you were doing in the control room with a hard drive connected to their main computer?” You challenged, placing your hands on your hips. Steve froze.

“That’s none of your damn business.” He snapped. You cocked an eyebrow, genuinely surprised that the Captain America was keeping secrets from his own team.

“Keeping secrets now, are we?” You spat, narrowing your eyes. Steve glared. He hadn’t counted on you being so persistent. But of course he should have expected that from you. You were as good as Natasha, if not better, when it came to detecting a lie.

“I’m not keeping secrets. I was collecting valuable intel for Stark to analyze. I would have told you earlier, but you were busy killing people.” He said, his voice harsher and colder than he intended. You visibly tensed.

Steve winced, knowing he had hit a nerve. You had joined the Avengers to do good, to redeem yourself for the things you had done as a mercenary. He knew you were just trying to do your job in the cleanest way possible, and yet he had to go and pour salt on your wounds.

You power walked towards him, stopping mere inches from his face. Your nostrils flared in anger, your face was becoming hot and tears were threatening to leak. But you’d be damned if you let him see you cry.

“Like hell you would.” You muttered in a dangerous tone. Abruptly stepping away form the infuriating man, you sped off towards your room.

Today’s mission couldn’t have been more complicated. It was a simple raid and destroy mission involving another Hydra base, or so you thought. Steve had other plans. He seemed to have an agenda of his own, searching through as many of the facility’s date base and hard files as he could.

Of course, that didn’t got unnoticed by you. But by the time you had reached him to inform you needed to evacuate because the mission had gone south, it was too late. Agents were attacking the team and you had to act fast. Your methods were still a little unorthodox, though, so by the end you were surrounded by dead or unconscious bodies.

You both fought over that, too obviously.

You needed a long bath to relax, and not just because of the mission.

You didn’t know why you bothered arguing with Steve. Yes, he was infuriating and self righteous and arrogant. But you weren’t one to get easily fired up. You were just as good as Natasha, meaning practically nothing and no one could get a reaction out of you. Except for Steve Rogers, of course.

Steve watched your retreating figure with longing. He wanted to hug you, kiss you even and apologize for being such a jerk. But he couldn’t. You didn’t feel the same way, that much was obvious by how many times you both fought. You clearly hated him.

And he couldn’t get close to you, not when he was still looking for any leads on his long lost friend, Bucky Barnes, best known as the Winter Soldier. If his findings were any proof, treading those dangerous waters was close to suicidal, and he didn’t want to drag you into that. So he pushed you away the best he could, hoping that he was keeping you safe that way. Even if he knew you were more than capable of handling yourself.

“Cap, I found something.” Sam Wilson announced, walking into the debriefing room he was still in after you had left. Steve nodded, following Sam out.

“What have you got for me?” He asked, stepping inside one of the base’s research laboratories. Natasha Romanoff turned around in her seat and smirked.

“We may have found one of the bases Bucky was kept by one of his handlers a while back. It’s just outside of Berlin, which is weird considering it’s supposed to be a secret facility. But you can never be sure with Hydra.” She informed, tapping a few buttons on the screens before a picture of an abandoned factory popped up.

“What’s the catch?” Steve asked, narrowing his eyes.

“They holding an auction for the building and its contents in two days. It’s a fancy event, probably a gala. You won’t be able to go alone, they’ll be suspicious. And I can’t go with you because I have to leave in four hours for an undercover operation with Wanda.” Natasha said, already hacking the events guest list to obtain the invites.

“You know what that means, right?” Sam asked, smirking slightly and crossing his arms over his chest. Steve sighed defeatedly, letting his head hang.

“I know…” He replied, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes.

“Good luck, Cap.” Sam pats his shoulder before leaving the room to head down to the gym.

“You could just tell her how you feel, it would make things less… Frustrating.” Natasha smirked, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

“Does anyone else know about it?” Steve asked exasperated, referring to his not-so-subtle feelings towards you.

“Everyone knows. Everyone but (Y/N), that is.” Natasha winks before heading out as well. Steve is left to his own thoughts.

You’re his only chance at succeeding in this mission. But he doesn’t want you there, it could be dangerous and risky. He couldn’t forgive himself if something happened to you. And, saying he did ask you to accompany him in this mission, he couldn’t let you know the real reason behind the mission. If you knew too much you could get hurt, or worse. But he had no other option. No one else to rely on.

Sighing, Steve had made his decision. He walked out, closing the door behind him ever so slowly. He looked up, praying to whatever god there was that things would go smoothly.

“You want me to what?!” You exclaimed, looking between Natasha and Steve. They had just informed you that you were assigned to an undercover mission with none other than Steve himself.

“We want your help with an undercover mission.” Steve repeated, feeling slightly agitated at your reaction. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“And why can’t Nat go?” You asked, narrowing your eyes suspiciously.

“I have a mission I have to leave for in a couple of hours with Wanda. Cap has to go with someone otherwise the operation is at risk.” Natasha explained, smirking in amusement at your frustration.

“And why can’t Sam go with him? You know, as entrepreneur friends or something?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Because this is Hydra. They are not morons. The story wouldn’t be as believable. Besides, if Steve and I were to go as a couple, those homophobic little shits would have a heart attack.” Sam answered, not looking up from the books he was reading on the couch in front of you. You nodded, mulling the idea over in your head.

“So let me get this straight: You want me to pretend to be his wife so we can infiltrate a high profile gala event and supposedly scan the building that’s going up for auction for possible intel?” You repeated the plan, making sure you hadn’t overheard or misheard any of the details while eyeing Steve with rosy cheeks.

The idea alone of pretending to be his wife made you all sorts of nervous. And you hated that. You were almost always in control of your emotions, and having just one person scramble them because of a hypothetical situation is unnerving.

“Exactly.” Steve answered a little too quickly. Natasha pressed her lips together to avoid laughing at how obvious Steve was being. You gave him a questioning look before turning back to Nat.

“Okay, fine. What is our story? Our names?”

“He’s Chris Evans and you’re Sonia Evans. He’s a millionaire looking to expand his corporation to Germany. You two met in London during one of his conferences three years ago and have been married for two months. That means you’re still on the honeymoon phase.” Nat smirked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. You blushed and bit down on your lip, avoiding Steve’s gaze at all costs.

“Right. Two months into our marriage. I’m Sonia Evans. Met in London during a conference. What’s my personality?” You listed off, memorizing the information.

“Make something up. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.” Natasha winked before leaving the living area to go and look for Wanda. You slowly turned around to Steve.

“So I guess we’re married then…” You said awkwardly. You heard a snort and turned to see Sam trying to contain his laughter.

“Got something you’d like to say, bird boy?” You challenged, narrowing your eyes and placing your hands on your hips.

“Not at all, Tigress.” He smirked knowingly at you, using your code name. You had been given it because of the razor sharp blades you had on your gloves and your feline like style of fighting.

“Good. I’ll be in my room packing up. Since it’s a gala I’ll probably have to wear something formal, right?” You said, turning your attention back to Steve only to find him staring at you intently.

“Right.” He replied in a monotone, causing you to scoff and stomp off. He could at least pretend to not be so bothered by the circumstances of the mission.

Three hours later, you were ready to be shipped off. You had a large suitcase where you had packed what you liked to call your mission costume. It also had a secret internal compartment containing your equipment, including your suit, weapons and other important devices you’d need to complete the mission.

You and Steve boarded the private jet provided for the cover you guys had. It was a luxurious one, as well, making you slightly uncomfortable. Thankfully, no one said a word during the whole 8 hour flight which made the situation a bit more bearable. Not that you minded being sent on an assignment with Steve, it’s just that not one of them had ever ended with the both of you not arguing.

A/N: Yeah, so this got super long so Part 2 is here and I hope you’re enjoying it so far! Thanks for requesting!

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