#raesleapyearchallenge

[thatfanficstuff]

As You Wish - Thor

Pairing: Thor x Reader

Warnings: Fluff.

A/N: This was done for Rae’s Leap Year Challenge. My prompt is in bold (slightly altered to fit Thor’s speech patterns). Enjoy! And thank you for hosting Rae! (buckybarnesbeans)

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“You’re staring,” Nat said from beside you, a hint of laughter in her voice.

You tore your gaze from where you’d been watching Thor and Steve sparring on the other side of the training room. You licked your lips and shrugged as your face heated. “So, what if I was?”

She shrugged. “I was just making an observation that you tend to get distracted whenever a certain Asgardian comes to visit.”

“Shh,” you snapped though you doubted he’d hear even if he wasn’t otherwise occupied. He didn’t pay nearly as much attention to you as you gave to him.

Nat rolled her eyes and continued to stretch. The two of you had been working out and were cooling down. Well, you were supposed to be. “I think you should tell him.”

A jolt of surprise brought your attention fully back to her. “What?”

She shrugged one shoulder. “Tell him you like him. Ask him out. You guys would be cute together.”

“Absolutely not.” You shook your head to emphasize your point.

She nudged your leg with the toe of her shoe to make sure she had your attention. “And why not?”

You glanced over to make certain the guys were still sparring. “You can’t be serious, Nat. I’m not even close to being in the same league as him.” You were pretty enough, you supposed. Like everyone, there were things about your appearance you didn’t care for, but Thor…Who could possibly compare with him? He was stunning. The first time you saw him you literally had to remind yourself to breathe.

“Don’t give me that,” you friend said, interrupting your thoughts. “You’re beautiful. Not to mention funny, smart, and kickass.”

You rolled your eyes. “He’s a literal god, Nat. I don’t compare.”

She opened her mouth to argue and you held up a hand to cut her off. “Just drop it, okay? Please.”

She held her hands up in a gesture of surrender. “Okay, but I think it’s a mistake.”

***

You should have known the moment you saw Nat and Clint whispering in the corner that you were in trouble. You also should have known that despite what she said, Nat wasn’t going to let it go that easily. She never did.

Everyone was gathered in the common area eating the Chinese food that had been delivered for dinner. The TV was on but no one was really paying attention to it as everyone was chatting. These were your favorite moments with your friends. You had your legs curled underneath you on the sofa as you talked with Sam. Thor was on the other side of the room deep in conversation with Tony and the super soldiers.

“Hey, Y/N/N,” Clint called and you titled your head back so you could see him.

“Yes?”

“How was your date?” The volume in the room dropped considerably as everyone awaited your response. They were all so nosy.

You scrunched your nose. “It wasn’t a date.”

Sam frowned. “What do you mean it wasn’t a date? You were certainly acting like it. I think you made me look at six different outfits.”

You shoved him and he laughed.

“Why didn’t I know about this date?” Tony piped up.

You glanced over to find all four of the men frowning at you. So overprotective. “Because my dating life isn’t everyone’s business, that’s why.”

“So, it was a date,” Clint said triumphantly.

You groaned and dropped your head against the back of the couch. “It’s not a date if the other person never actually shows up, Clint. But thanks for bringing it up. I feel much better now.”

There was a chorus of anger and disbelief from your friends before they started talking about what to do to get even with the no show.

“I do not understand,” Thor said, his voice booming over the rest of the conversation. “Why would someone make a date and then not attend? It is dishonorable.”

“Because guys suck, Thor,” Nat piped up, making you snort a laugh. Leave it to her to say that to room full of men.

You shook your head and took another bite of your food. “He found out I was an Avenger. As much as I love this job, its hell on my social life.”

While several of the others nodded understandingly, Thor’s frown deepened. “Why?”

“Because I either end up with fanboys or men that don’t want to date a woman that’s stronger than them.”

He stood then. “That is ridiculous. A man should be proud to date a strong woman. One that can not only take care of herself, but her family. Midgardians are strange. Any Asgardian would be thrilled to have you as their mate, Lady Y/L/N.”

“Is that so?” Natasha teased. “Because I think Y/N has a question to ask you.”

Oh god. You were going to kill her. Clint would be sad and Fury would be pissed but they’d understand, right?

“Lady Y/L/N?” Thor prompted when you didn’t say anything.

You glanced down at the carton in your hand and cleared your throat. “I was wondering if you might like to go out on a date sometime? With me, I mean.”

The room was utterly silent. Finally, you chanced a glance up only to find Thor was gone. You blinked a couple of times before taking in the sympathetic expressions on your teammates faces. Great. Now they pitied you.

You stood and dropped your carton on the coffee table. “Thanks, Nat. Appreciate it.”

“But I—”

Clint put a hand on her arm and shook his head. Smart man.

“Y/N/N, he really—” Steve started and you cut him off.

“I appreciate it, Steve but I think I’ll just go to my room if you don’t mind. I’ve lost my appetite.” Your head was down as you went toward your room. You’d almost left the common area when you crashed into a firm chest. Hands on your arms steadied you. You glanced up to find Thor smiling down at you.

“Where are you going?”

Your brow furrowed. “I asked you out. You said no.”

“You are mistaken. I said nothing.”

You huffed in annoyance. “You walked away, Thor.”

“I was retrieving something from my room.”

“Really? You thought that was a good time to get something from your room?”

“Yes, actually.” He pulled a wad of money from the pocket of his jeans. “I cannot court you without the proper funds.”

Your face heated. “We don’t have to go out right now, Thor. I just meant at some point in the future.”

“And what is wrong with right now?”

You glanced to Natasha to find her grinning. She gestured for you to go. You turned back to Thor. “Is this really happening? I mean, I asked you out and this is you saying yes, right?”

He mirrored your smile. “That is precisely what this is, Lady Y/L/N.”

You stretched up and kissed his cheek. “Call me, Y/N, Thor.” You looped your arm with his and leaned into his side. “All right, Asgardian. I’m all yours. Lead the way.”

“As you wish, my lady.”

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[jbbarnesandnoble]

Rae’s Leap Year Writing Challenge

Hi friends! Welcome to my first ever writing challenge!! Yay! I’m so excited! I was originally going to wait to get more people’s opinion about this. But I realized that I love this idea, so screw it. I’m going to get this thing started! This challenge is going to be filled with dialogue prompts from the movie Leap Year. If you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend you do. Just because it’s a really good movie! In fact, I’ll probably watch it again cause it’s been a while since I’ve seen it. Anyway! Enough with this boring talk, let move onto the rules. Which is actually just more boring talk, haha

Rules

You don’t have to be following me to participate, but it would be nice if you did. I really enjoy making new friends:)

It would be real nice if ya gave this a signal boost. Just to let more friends know about this!

This is open for all Marvel characters! Marvel is the main one I read and write for. BUT, if you would like to write for another fandom feel free to do so. Just let me know!

Send me your prompt and pairing in an ask! It’ll be much easier for me to keep track of things that way. In case anything happens! You know how Tumblr can be…

Please use the “keep reading” insert on anything over 500 words.

No word minimum or maximum. Write to your hearts content! There’s no one stopping you:)

It would be fantastic if you use proper tags and warnings! Thank you!

No rape/incest. Please and thank you

In fact, let’s keep this family friendly all together, no dark fics or smut -I’m still a baby so I wouldn’t even be able to read smut if you wrote it. And it would make me sad to miss out on your amazing writing-

Don’t be a creep and leave pairings with minors, ones like tony/peter, in your drafts and far away from here.

You can do reader inserts, but if you would rather do an oc or keep it at just marvel characters. Than that’s awesome too!

AU’s are allowed, I’m a sucker for any and every type of AU. So go off!

Fic due date: February 29th, 2020. But if you need more time DM me or send me an ask! Just so I’m aware:)

Tag me in the fic when you post so I don’t miss it. Oh. And make sure to use the hashtag #raesleapyearchallenge in the first 5 tags.

Once a prompt is gone, it’s gone! If I run out I’ll add more!

For now lets leave it at one prompt per person. Just so everyone has a chance to grab one!

I think that’s it for now, if you have any questions or feel that I left anything out, feel free to send them via DM or my askbox

Prompts are below the cut!

“Just t'row it in the wash, it’ll be grand.”

“May you never steal, lie, or cheat, but if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows, and if you must lie, lie with me all the nights of my life, and if you must cheat, then please cheat death because I couldn’t live a day without you.” @tenderlybarnes w/Sam Wilson

“Heads I win, tails you lose.” @itsbuckysworld w/Bucky Barnes

“What are you, the Lucky Charms leprecaun?” @theforceisgay​ w/Loki x Reader

“When my 60 seconds came around I realized I had everything I ever wanted, but nothing I really needed. And I think what I need is here. And I came all this way to see if you maybe think so too” @xbuchananbarnes

“What are you doing here?” // “Could you be nice for just a second? I just flew 3,000 miles just to get here!” @littledarlinwrites

“Why don’t you stop trying to control everything in the known universe. Have a little faith it will all work out.” @bucksbullets​

“I’m wondering, where is it you think chickens come from?” // “The freezer section.” @stareyedplanet w/Loki

“I propose we not make plans, I propose we give this thing a chance and let it work out how it works out. So what do you say, do you wanna make plans with me?”

“Dublin is a city of chances and cheats and back stabbing snakes. It is a city where the worst of humanity collects the poison of their country.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” // “Listen, Bob. You’re not in America now, you’re in Ireland. So have a drink and shut up.”

“Can we get a cab?” // “You have legs, haven’t you?” // “My best feature, so I’m told.” // “Who told you that?” @marvelfulxbabes w/Bucky Barnes

“What about my suitcase?” // “Don’t worry about Louie, I’ll get it!”

“Which one of you Bollocks thinks my chicken is dry? You? You?” @crushedbyhyperbole w/ Bucky Barnes

“Where are you going?” // “You said no.” // “I didn’t say no, I didn’t say anything.” // “You walked away.” // “I was getting something.” // “Really? That was a good time to go get something?” “Yeah, it actually was.” @thatfanficstuff​ w/Thor

Tagging some friends who might be/seemed interested: @marvelfulxbabes // @xbuchananbarnes // @itsbuckysworld // @crushedbyhyperbole // @littledarlinhavefaithinme // @justreadingfics // @infinitycaprogers // @marvelschriss

#raesleapyearchallenge #writing challenge #marvel writing challenge

[crushedbyhyperbole]

Some Like it Saucy

Summary:  Cooped up in the compound while the team conference with Secretary ‘Toss-pot’ Ross, you decide to cook and decorate.  What better way to fill the team’s hearts and bellies than a Marrakech-themed evening with Bucky’s favourite food - Moroccan tagine.  He’s got other ideas for the perfect dessert though.

Words:  1.7k

A/N:  Written for @buckybarnesbeans​ leap year challenge filling the dialog prompt:  “Which one of you Bollocks thinks my chicken is dry?  You? You?”  (In bold).  This is a Bucky/Reader fic using my Suncatcher reader character... yes the one whose power is rainbows XD  Thank you @sassy-pelican​ for giving this a read to check for fuck-ups <3

Warnings:  Bad language.  Tiny bit of light smut / non-graphic smut. Light on reader insecurities towards the end. 

The living areas of the compound were quiet and hollow; the whole team was gone and you were left alone.  It felt eerie. Like the rest of the world had vanished and you were the sole inhabitant of a world once teeming with life.  You shivered at the thought of such endless solitude.

There were remnants of their existence, of course.  The alluring yet comforting smell of Bucky’s soap in your bathroom this morning, a half-drank mug of coffee on the common room table, a messily folded newspaper with a half-completed crossword puzzle, and an open packet of Tony’s favourite trail mix hidden in the magazine rack.  It wasn’t like they had been snapped out of existence or anything, they were all at a conference with Secretary Ross.

Dickhead, you thought.

Ever since that mission in London where you picked up some amusing English insults that you later took pleasure in using on Secretary Ross, your absence at debriefings and conferences involving him had been, let’s say, strongly advised.  Needless to say, Secretary Ross didn’t appreciate you calling him a wanker and telling him that he talked a load of bollocks.

It had been a fun mission though.  The team had been brought in to help MI5 foil a plot to steal the crown jewels and reunite the nine pieces of the famous Cullinan diamond, which occult conspiracy theorists say was a stone of great power.  Cullinan I, in particular, was an exquisite stone. Housed in the majestic sceptre with the cross, it had piqued your interest purely for its unusual refractive index; there was something about that stone, you could feel it with your powers as you pushed your influence through the security case to interact with the stone.

Goosebumps broke out across your skin and you shook yourself free of the memory.  The eeriness of the compound seemed to have increased since invoking the feeling of the power of the stone but you cast it aside as best you could, latching on to the annoyance you felt that Secretary Ross was robbing you of a lazy morning in bed with Bucky.  Tosser!

 Boredom made your bones itch.  You needed to do something other than going back to your room to masturbate until everyone came back, so you decided to cook dinner.  Moroccan chicken tagine. It was one of Bucky’s favourite meals, and since everyone was suffering the presence of Secretary Toss-pot, you figured they deserved a reward.

 Delicious smells of savoury meat, fragrant spices and sweet apricots filled the kitchen as the team emerged from the elevator.  You were finishing up by adding a handful of chopped coriander leaves to the tagine, humming a tune while you worked, when strong arms snaked around your waist and a beardy kiss pressed against your temple.  You’d know the feel and smell of Bucky anywhere.

“Hey, baby!”  You smiled and pressed back against him.  “How is Secretary Tosser?”

“You didn’t miss anything good.”  He chuckled in your ear, smooching down your neck only to pinch your skin between his teeth playfully.  You adored that you were both still very much in love after years of being together. “He finally fired that P.A. who wrote that you called him a wanker into the meeting transcript that time.”

“No!”  You gasped.  That woman was a legend in her own right.  “That’s fucking terrible -oooo! I hate that man!”

“Relax, Rainbow Brite,” Tony appeared beside you, “I hired her this afternoon so she’ll take notes for all of our meetings with Ross when he’s here.”  He beamed, lifting the lid of your tagine and groaning with pleasure as the steam rose. “That smells amazing.” 

“Thanks boss.”  You grinned, feeling the fuzzy warmth of his praise and the dark satisfaction that Ross wouldn’t be able to bully that poor P.A. anymore.

“You made this?  Should I be worried?”  Tony feigned horror. “Barnes is still alive so your cooking can’t be all that bad-oof!”  He grunted as you flapped the back of your hand into his gut, hard. 

“Stark!”  You growled in warning.

“Okayyy, good talk.”  He bolted with a cheeky grimace.

Bucky held you tight to his chest so you couldn’t give chase and assault Tony with your wooden spoon.  “Easy, tiger.” He turned you in his embrace and pressed a needy kiss to your lips, knowing just how to calm your fiery temper.

 The team came together for dinner and you all sat on floor cushions around a low table to eat.  You had enlisted the help of Vision to create your Marrakech themed night and you had both outdone yourselves.  Cannibalising one of the conference rooms had been a stroke of genius and, in your opinion, it was a far better use for the room than boring meetings.  The dim glow of the ornate iron lanterns and the holographic fire courtesy of FRIDAY, the makeshift marquee made from brightly coloured fabrics, the smell from the food you’d made, and the soft but authentic music made you feel like you’d stepped through a portal into a souk lounge in the heart of Morocco.

“Next time, let’s not invite the others.”  Bucky murmured in your ear as he leaned in to give you a kiss after you had all settled and began to eat.  “I want you,” his voice husky with need, “right here on these cushions.”

You swallowed hard, looking around to see if anyone had caught his words, excited by his brazen proposition.  Chatter and laughter continued around you, oblivious to your rising blush.

“Naked and wrapped in colourful silks.”  His lips brushed the tender skin below your ear and you shivered, setting a short-lived prismatic display of your power against the fabrics hanging around the group.  You felt his smirk, he was doing this on purpose. “Satin skin under my hands, hot and needy as I love you so painfully slow.”

“Bucky…”  You sighed wantonly as the imagery overtook you.

You could almost feel him stroking his hands up your legs as they parted for him, silk kissing your skin as he bared your body to the air.  Goosebumps despite the warmth of a real fire, and the golden glow mirroring the fire in his eyes. Each gasp. Each sigh. They were percussion to the music he played with your body.  Sweat-slicked skin adhering you two together as hips rolled and pleasure filled you to bursting. His hands, both firm and gentle, exploring and worshiping you like you were Aphrodite herself.  Never truly allowing you to come down from the heights he drove you to, never relenting his most devoted worship, not even when the names of other gods spilled from your lips and you cried out in ecstasy so loud you could split the sky.

 “Miss Sun?”  The words feel foreign; soft but still plenty sharp to snap you back to reality.

You’d eaten with the team, smiled at them when they’d thanked you for making a wonderful dinner, and had been clearing away dishes in a complete daze.  Across the kitchen, Bucky smirked at you from where he was piling plates into the dishwasher. That little shit knew exactly what he’d done.

“Miss Sun?”  Vision looked concerned as he laid a hand gently on your shoulder.  “Is everything alright?”

“I’m good.”  You mentally shook yourself, making a mental note to torment Bucky later.  “I’m aaaalll good.”

Vision nodded curtly, pausing a moment before he addressed the reason he’d approached you in the first place.

“I’ve taken the liberty of suggesting an amendment for your tagine recipe, to increase the sauce to meat ratio while leaving the delicate balance of flavours intact.”

“Why?  What’s wrong with my recipe?” 

“Nothing is wrong.”  He smiled warmly. “A comment was made that more sauce would have been welcome.”

“More sauce, huh?”  You slid your tray of crockery onto the nearest counter and picked up a tray of baked spiced orange pastries and mint sugared pineapple pieces.  “I’ll take it under advisement.”

 When you delivered dessert and settled on your cushion next to Bucky, he squeezed your thigh reassuringly as the chatter quietened while the team tucked into the delicious moist pastries.  He was about to tell you he was proud of you for not allowing your irritation to flare but he didn’t get the chance. He knew you were insecure, underneath the foul mouth and the bravado was a girl who needed reassurance that she was more than just good enough.

“So…”  You cocked your head as the eyes of the whole team fell on you.  “Which one of you bollocks thinks my chicken is dry?”  You pointed your spoon around the table starting at Sam.  “You?” He was always the first to talk shit, even if it was just a joke.  “You?” Natasha fell under your gaze.

“No one said it was dry, sweetie.”  She smiled kindly, seeing your outburst for what it was – you really needed to know you’d done a good job.  You’d felt useless being stuck at the compound while the rest of the team had meet and greets with officials.  No matter how boring they really were, you felt left out. You’d had Vision for company but he didn’t share your feelings. “I just said I’d kill for more of that awesome sauce and Vision, being the pragmatic type, figured he’d save lives and help you update the recipe.”

You huffed a little but relaxed as Bucky laid his arm across your shoulder.  “You know she likes things a bit saucy, babe.” He chuckled.

“She’s not the only one.”  You whispered and elbowed him in the ribs playfully, earning a wink from him.  “Earlier you said something about silk and sex, and I expect you to deliver.”

Bucky was up on his feet immediately, pulling you up and slinging you over his shoulder while you squealed in protest.  “If you’ll excuse us,” he addressed the room, “we have a recipe to discuss.”

“Sounds like a recipe for buns in the oven.”  Sam scoffed around a mouthful of pineapple.

“Don’t tempt fate.”  Nat scolded.  “They haven’t multiplied yet.”

Bucky snagged one of the silks that made up the make-shift marquee and waved the red and orange material like a flag as he carried you giggling from conference room Marrakech.  He was a man of his word and you could expect nothing but exquisite adoration.  Your skin tingled with anticipation.  The silk.  His hands.  His lips and tongue.  You moaned lustfully.

As the door of your room closed firmly and you were laid gently on your bed, the love in his eyes engulfed you whole.

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[stareyedplanet]

Freezer Burn

Pairing: Loki x OC

Word Count: 1143

Note: Written for Rae’s Leap Year Writing Challenge! It’s my first time publishing on Tumblr so here we go! Also, I saw the Super Bowl commercial and Loki’s like three second clip so I just had to include it!

Warnings: None that I can think of.

02

The hallways of the building were barren, not eliciting any confidence in Emma whatsoever. The plain decorations of the Time Variance Authority headquarters had never put her mind at ease, especially today of all days.

A promise had been made, and Emma would be damned if she wouldn’t believe him to carry it out.

She knew. She knew that today was the day that everything she ever cared about would be destroyed. Yet, she was hardly scared.

It had all started three months ago, when Agent Emma Titan had been assigned a case.

It had been shockingly easy to capture Loki. So easy, the entire agency was always on edge. It had only been her third day sitting in the room with him when he made his threat.

Loki was adorned in the beige uniform, the orange TVA bright against the dull color. His hair was short, above his shoulders, unlike the long hair they were used to. Emma’s co-workers had cross-referenced him against all the Loki’s throughout time, and eventually placed him as the 2012 version of himself.

It was confusing, and they need answers.

“We just want to know how you were time jumping.” Emma said, her voice smooth and calm, the complete opposite of what she was feeling on the inside.

Every question she had asked the previous days had been answered with silence. Today was proving to be no different.

“Look, Loki, you will never get out of these cuffs if you don’t give us answers. You were charged with the interference of historical events, and the alteration of the time stream, creating alternate time lines, theoretically creating a tear in the fabric of time itself. You’re already on thin ice.” Emma said, her patience thinning. “Not cooperating is only going to make it worse.”

Still, Loki said nothing, but Emma could see the slight upturn of his lips.

“Fine. Rot here for the rest of eternity. See if I care,” Emma told him, standing from her seat set ten feet from him, standard procedure.

Loki chuckled, the sound shocking to Emma. She hadn’t once heard him make a sound.

“I will escape,” he chose to say.

“You will never escape.” Emma told him, her voice steely.

“I’m gonna burn this place to the ground,” Loki hissed, a dark humor coating his words. “I’m gonna burn this place to the ground and everyone in it, just to get out.”

It was only a few months ago, but it seemed so long. Over that time, with the agreement that all cameras would be turned off, Loki began opening up to Emma. He told her of the Tesseract, and his plans to improve the mistakes of the past.

Over and over she had explained that they couldn’t allow him to do that, yet Loki always just laughed, smiled, and said he didn’t need their permission. So, she would change the subject, knowing that was the end of the useful conversation for the day.

They began to talk of all sorts of things. Emma had grown to know the real Loki, and had begun to love him because of it.

But today was the day, she was sure of it. Loki had told her that today would be the last day he found himself in this place. While she couldn’t entirely agree with his methods nor his plans, she knew there was no stopping him.

She stepped into the cell, where Loki was sitting in the same uniform, with the same hair cut, and the same cocky smirk.

“I’m wondering, where is it you think chickens come from?” Loki asked her, his arms crossed over his chest.

“The freezer section,” Emma replied with just as much snark as she usually did.

It had been his idea, to come up with a code to ensure that not only was Emma who she said she was, but also as a reassurance that all cameras were switched off.

Loki breathed out a sigh. He wouldn’t openly admit it, but he had grown to take a liking to Emma. It was the only reason he had warned her of what was to come, but it seemed she wasn’t smart enough to avoid the TVA for the day.

“What are you doing here?” He asked her.

“Trying to talk you out of your plans.” Emma replied smoothly, taking a seat in the much to close chair.

Loki chuckled, a deep sound that Emma found intoxicating.

“Darling, we both know there is no doing that. I tried to warn you of what was to come. You should have stayed home.” Loki replied, rolling his eyes.

“How could I when I knew you wished to burn my home to the ground?” She asked. “You of all people should have learned that a home is not a place, but the people you share your life with.”

“Are you trying to tell me I’m your home, Little Dove?” Loki asked her, a teasing note to his tone.

Emma scoffed. “As if, Loki.”

“It’s a shame, I would have let you stay by my side.”

“How much longer?” Emma asked, desperate to change the subject.

“Not long, Little Dove,” Loki promised.

He had planned accordingly. There was a shift change in exactly three minutes. That, combined with it being the midnight shift change, meant that it was the perfect opportunity. The fire alarms would release his cuffed hands, the automatic procedure for all prisoners of the TVA.

“Please stop this madness, Loki.” Emma begged, her eyes pleading.

��Oh, Little Dove, it is much to late. Besides, I thrive in madness,” he told her.

Emma’s hands began to shake as time ran out. She needed to leave. She should have stayed home. Why didn’t she warn everyone? Why did she let him do this?

Her mind was racing a mile a minute.

She hadn’t asked how he had managed to set this all up, but she should have.

Regret overwhelmed her as tears began to fall from her eyes, her fingers gripping at her blonde strands.

“Three, two, one...” Loki counted down.

On cue, the blaring alarms sounded, the clink of metal sounded, and Loki stood with an evil smirk on his face. He stalked towards Emma as the smell of smoke and the panicked shouts of workers filled her senses.

For the first time since she first met Loki, Emma was terrified of the man before her. Her tears fell down her face swiftly, her breath coming out in choked sobs.

“You will be by my side for all eternity.” Loki vowed.

His hand waved over her head and Emma’s world went black.

@buckybarnesbeans

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[crushedbyhyperbole]

Some Like it Saucy (TFV)

Summary:  Cooped up in the compound while the team conference with Secretary ‘Toss-pot’ Ross, you decide to cook and decorate.  What better way to fill the team’s hearts and bellies than a Marrakech-themed evening with Bucky’s favourite food - Moroccan tagine.

Words:  1.6k

A/N:  Written for @buckybarnesbeans​​ leap year challenge filling the dialog prompt:  “Which one of you Bollocks thinks my chicken is dry?  You? You?”  (In bold).  It’s a Bucky x Reader originally written as an adult reader, but this is the teen-friendly version. Thank you @sassy-pelican​​ for giving the original a read to check for mess-ups

Warnings:  Bad language and British slang. Fluff.  Light on reader insecurities towards the end.

The living areas of the compound were quiet and hollow; the whole team was gone and you were left alone.  It felt eerie.  Like the rest of the world had vanished and you were the sole inhabitant of a world once teeming with life.  You shivered at the thought of such endless solitude.

There were remnants of their existence, of course.  The alluring yet comforting smell of Bucky’s soap in your bathroom this morning, a half-drank mug of coffee on the common room table, a messily folded newspaper with a half-completed crossword puzzle, and an open packet of Tony’s favourite trail mix hidden in the magazine rack.  It wasn’t like they had been snapped out of existence or anything, they were all at a conference with Secretary Ross.

Dickhead, you thought.

Ever since that mission in London where you picked up some amusing English insults that you later took pleasure in using on Secretary Ross, your absence at debriefings and conferences involving him had been, let’s say, strongly advised.  Needless to say, Secretary Ross didn’t appreciate you calling him a wanker and telling him that he talked a load of bollocks.

It had been a fun mission though.  The team had been brought in to help MI5 foil a plot to steal the crown jewels and reunite the nine pieces of the famous Cullinan diamond, which occult conspiracy theorists say was a stone of great power.  Cullinan I, in particular, was an exquisite stone. Housed in the majestic sceptre with the cross, it had piqued your interest purely for its unusual refractive index; there was something about that stone, you could feel it with your powers as you pushed your influence through the security case to interact with the stone.

Goosebumps broke out across your skin and you shook yourself free of the memory.  The eeriness of the compound seemed to have increased since invoking the feeling of the power of the stone but you cast it aside as best you could, latching on to the annoyance you felt that Secretary Ross was robbing you of a lazy morning with Bucky.  Tosser!

Boredom made your bones itch.  You needed to do something other than going back to your room to vegetate until everyone came back, so you decided to cook dinner.  Moroccan chicken tagine. It was one of Bucky’s favourite meals, and since everyone was suffering the presence of Secretary Tosser, you figured they deserved a reward.

Delicious smells of savoury meat, fragrant spices and sweet apricots filled the kitchen as the team emerged from the elevator.  You were finishing up by adding a handful of chopped coriander leaves to the tagine, humming a tune while you worked, when strong arms snaked around your waist and a beardy kiss pressed against your temple.  You’d know the feel and smell of Bucky anywhere.

“Hey, baby!”  You smiled.  “How is Secretary Tosser?”

“You didn’t miss anything good.”  He chuckled in your ear, kissing your neck softly.  You adored that you were both still very much in love after years of being together. “He finally fired that P.A. who wrote that you called him a wanker into the meeting transcript that time.”

“No!”  You gasped.  That woman was a legend in her own right.  “That’s fucking terrible -oooo! I hate that man!”

“Relax, Rainbow Brite,” Tony appeared beside you, “I hired her this afternoon so she’ll take notes for all of our meetings with Ross when he’s here.”  He beamed, lifting the lid of your tagine and groaning with pleasure as the steam rose. “That smells amazing.” 

“Thanks boss.”  You grinned, feeling the fuzzy warmth of his praise and the dark satisfaction that Ross wouldn’t be able to bully that poor P.A. anymore.

“You made this?  Should I be worried?”  Tony feigned horror. “Barnes is still alive so your cooking can’t be all that bad-oof!”  He grunted as you flapped the back of your hand into his gut, hard. 

“Stark!”  You growled in warning.

“Okayyy, good talk.”  He bolted with a cheeky grimace.

Bucky held you tight to his chest so you couldn’t give chase and assault Tony with your wooden spoon.  “Easy, tiger.” He soothed, knowing just how to calm your fiery temper.

The team came together for dinner and you all sat on floor cushions around a low table to eat.  You had enlisted the help of Vision to create your Marrakech themed night and you had both outdone yourselves.  Cannibalising one of the conference rooms had been a stroke of genius and, in your opinion, it was a far better use for the room than boring meetings.  The dim glow of the ornate iron lanterns and the holographic fire courtesy of FRIDAY, the makeshift marquee made from brightly coloured fabrics, the smell from the food you’d made, and the soft but authentic music made you feel like you’d stepped through a portal into a souk lounge in the heart of Morocco.

“Next time, let’s not invite the others.”  Bucky murmured in your ear after you had all settled and began to eat.  “It’ll be just you and me,” he whispered, “with a movie, great food, comfy cushions, and cuddles.”

“Sounds like the recipe for a perfect night.”  You sighed, body relaxing at the thought of unwinding with him and a movie, but what movie?  You loved a high-octane action adventure film, or an epic Sci-Fi, but you also loved a good rom-com too.  As your brain filtered through all the films you had on your Netflix list, you zoned out, running on auto-pilot.

“Pardon me, Y/n?”  The words feel foreign; soft but still plenty sharp to snap you back to reality.

You’d eaten with the team, smiled at them when they’d thanked you for making a wonderful dinner, and had been clearing away dishes in a complete daze.  Across the kitchen, Bucky smirked at you from where he was piling plates into the dishwasher. That little shit knew exactly what he’d done.

“Miss y/n?”  Vision looked concerned as he laid a hand gently on your shoulder.  “Is everything alright?”

“I’m good.”  You mentally shook yourself, making a mental note to torment Bucky later, maybe make him watch that terrible mermaid show you found.  “I’m aaaalll good.”

Vision nodded curtly, pausing a moment before he addressed the reason he’d approached you in the first place.

“I’ve taken the liberty of suggesting an amendment for your tagine recipe, to increase the sauce to meat ratio while leaving the delicate balance of flavours intact.”

“Why?  What’s wrong with my recipe?” 

“Nothing is wrong.”  He smiled warmly. “A comment was made that more sauce would have been welcome.”

“More sauce, huh?”  You slid your tray of crockery onto the nearest counter and picked up a tray of baked spiced orange pastries and mint sugared pineapple pieces.  “I’ll take it under advisement.”

When you delivered dessert and settled on your cushion next to Bucky, he squeezed your thigh reassuringly as the chatter quietened while the team tucked into the delicious moist pastries.  He was about to tell you he was proud of you for not allowing your irritation to flare but he didn’t get the chance. He knew you were insecure, underneath the foul mouth and the bravado was a girl who needed reassurance that she was more than just good enough.

“So…”  You cocked your head as the eyes of the whole team fell on you.  “Which one of you bollocks thinks my chicken is dry?”  You pointed your spoon around the table starting at Sam.  “You?” He was always the first to talk shit, even if it was just a joke.  “You?” Natasha fell under your gaze.

“No one said it was dry, sweetie.”  She smiled kindly, seeing your outburst for what it was – you really needed to know you’d done a good job.  You’d felt useless being stuck at the compound while the rest of the team had meet and greets with officials.  No matter how boring they really were, you felt left out. You’d had Vision for company but he didn’t share your feelings. “I just said I’d kill for more of that awesome sauce and Vision, being the pragmatic type, figured he’d save lives and help you update the recipe.”

You huffed a little but relaxed as Bucky laid his arm across your shoulder.  “You know she likes things a bit saucy, babe.” He winked at you.

“Don’t give me that… you big winker!”  You chuckled and elbowed him in the ribs playfully.  “Earlier you said something about movies and cuddles, and I expect you to deliver.”

Bucky was up on his feet immediately, pulling you up and slinging you over his shoulder while you squealed in protest.  “If you’ll excuse us,” he addressed the room, “we have a recipe to discuss.”

“Sounds like a recipe for disaster.”  Sam scoffed around a mouthful of pineapple.

“Don’t tempt fate.”  Nat scolded.

Bucky snagged a couple of colourful cushions and whacked you with them as he carried you giggling from conference room Marrakech.  He was a man of his word and you could expect nothing but relaxation and adoration.  And, as the door of your room closed firmly, you found that you didn’t much mind spending the day apart because he was there now, and always would be.

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