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Is There Somewhere (part 3)

Summary: You were 8 years old when a man with a metal arm killed your parents, and let scientists experiment on you. In 2005 you escaped their control and you’ve been running since, always looking over your shoulder for the man with the metal arm. Then one day he and the Avengers show up at your door, asking you to join the team.

Bucky X Reader

Words: 1241

Prologue Part 1 Part 2




A routine has been created between you and The Avengers, they stayed out of your way and you refused to speak to any of them. You spent most of your days in your room, talking to animals and forming roots and branches around the cocoon you formed in your private space. You haven’t seen The Winter Soldier since you tried to kill him and whenever you see one of the other team members, they looked at you in annoyance and quickly left the room.


You were sitting on your bed, looking out the window, when the beeper on your tracking bracelet displays the words, ‘common room, now’. With a frustrated groan, you reluctantly get out of your bed, still wearing your pajamas, and head for the common room. The rest of the team were buzzing around; some were cooking in the kitchen and others were playing a board game in the corner. They all stop what they were doing to look at you, silence fills the room and Tony Stark clears his throat.

“Y/N, I’m glad you’re here. We’re having a family dinner, Wanda and Sam made chicken parmesan with sweet potatoes. Care to join us?” Tony steps forward and extends his hand to you. You walk past him and pour yourself a glass of water.

 “I’m vegetarian.” You nonchalantly say as you walk past him again and head towards your bedroom. 

“We made sweet potatoes, you can eat those.” Wanda holds up a large bowl of sweet potatoes and shyly smiles at you. You look at her and walk away, locking yourself in your room and not coming out until the team calls for you again. 

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Pancakes & Pleasantries

It’s Pietro and Wanda’s birthday! Meaning the birthday of your two favorite people in the world. Last year’s birthday for Wanda was a disaster without her twin. So you’re determined to make this year’s the best to wash away the last and ensure that the Maximoff twins will never be separated again. Birthday pancakes seems like a good way to start.

Warning: Sexual situations/references

*Fluff*

Pairing: Pietro x Reader

Words: 2,263

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Remember 3 years ago when they made Harry carry a toiletry bag and a clean tshirt into a NYC hotel repeatedly to really drive home the point him and Taylor were fucking for a couple of hours a night and then Harry would sneak back into the band’s hotel to stay with Louis?

Yeah, that’s the same as wearing a hospital bracelet and displaying it obviously in the staged pap set up at the fucking SUNGLASS HUT.

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Now you can wear your Natal Chart around your wrist! You’ll be able to look down at your wrist and know in an instant or show others which signs your planets are in, what your rising is, and what kind of pattern your chart displays. Each bracelet will come with a key card that will help you to recognize all the symbols and your planets. 

You can purchase this bracelet on my etsy shop The Dream Archive  Favorite the item or the shop and you can receive a coupon for 10% off

chandy-nitram  asked:

He gives her a glance of pity. "Let's just.... Find a challenge room." 'I'm not heterosexual enough for this bullshit....' He thinks, wondering what could have either him or Maizono done to any god to deserve this. "Oh yeah, and... I guess it's only fair I show ya my code. Here." He shows his own bracelet, displaying: "Closing your eyes for longer than 5 seconds". "Oh and.... I hope that ain't rude, but would it be out of character for you to... er... stop flirting? I'm too gay for this."

//SAME. ONCE AGAIN, MALCOM IS HELLA RELATABLE

Sayaka-chan does whatever her fans want her to do!

@thehousebrady 

Mairead hadn’t made a sound since she’d first 
been told that her father had made a marriage
arrangement. She’d recluded to her bedroom, only
wanting to be visited on occasion by her mother. 

But now here she is, standing in the entryway to 
House Brady. It’s big and open and frightening and
she wants to rock herself. It feels too big, like something
is going to fly through it and swallow her whole. She feels
tiny inside of it, wrong inside of it. Her dress cascades around
her, heavy, sparkling in the light. It’s a deep crimson, inset with
gold and little gemstones and her veil– her red veil her father 
had set on her head fell back, rippled back from her braided
hair. Each finger had been dipped in red paint, the designs–
so carefully drawn on her fingers crawled up her hands, her
palms, up to her wrists. Her arms felt heavy with the weight
of the silver and gold bracelets: the display of the O’Neills’
power and wealth that they lavish even on a second daughter
of a second son.

Her parents have brought her in. Mairead’s hand is tight in
Ultana’s, and she thinks if she lets go of it, she’ll fall into the
open space and be lost forever. 

She feels footsteps that sound like thunderclaps on the
stone floor. The tall, unfamiliar presence of her father leaves
her side to go and sign the marriage contract with Eldarin
Brady. She knows– she knows her new husband is standing
across the room from her and she wants to look up, but she
doesn’t dare. She stands there, waiting as Ultana’s instructed
her for Eldina Brady to call her forward.