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This was harder to write than I anticipated but after I contemplated having a baking session to ‘cook up’ some ideas (I’m full of puns today - apparently including the title), I actually got the idea for where this story should go. Also, Steve x Wanda - I ship it. ;) This story is for awardlosinglosers, I hope it’s alright. Enjoy, my darlings!

Prompt: y/n is new to the avengers (joined around the same time as the twins). y/n is very shy, only talking to clint and nat at first. y/n got to know everyone slowly, leaving bruce to last due to his scarly violent abilities. eventually, y/n and bruce became friends, but the fear was always still sitting at the back of y/n’s mind. the rest of the avengers began noticing his particular interest in y/n, not atraction, something else.

“Cookie Monster”

Bruce was used to it by now – the distance people kept, the fear they had of his every move, the way their eyes pored over him like a bomb ready to explode. He was used to it. Yet, for some reason, when she did it he felt horrific.

You had joined the Avengers not long after the twins, having been in the same Sokovian base. Whereas the twins had volunteered for experimentation, you’d been taken at the much younger age of 9 and tested on ever since. As a result, you’d become a hollow shell who was dependant on orders. It was only after the battle with Ultron that the twins recalled having seen you a few times and asked to search the base for you. Sure enough, you were found hiding in the shadows, waiting for instruction and help. Tony had described your powers blandly as invisibility but it was more accurately camouflage. You could take the appearance of whatever environment you were in or even just become a shadow, a wisp of dark fog.

However, after joining the Avengers, you rediscovered your humanity. Though you were still shy, you were slowly beginning to have your own thoughts and feelings again. You talked mainly to the twins, Clint and Nat, frightened of Tony’s boisterous personality, Steve and Thor’s huge figures and Bruce’s… Well, Bruce. You didn’t mean to be so terrified of him, particularly when you knew he couldn’t control it, but something about the idea of a man so volatile was not appealing after the way HYDRA had treated you. These thoughts raced through your mind as he sat across the table from you, sipping a glass of water peacefully. Wanda was sat next to you and sensed your discomfort. Relax. Her voice urged you. 

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And then, and THEN! The music hits its apex as we get blistering fast shots, the each of them chilling.

Scarface standing in the burning ruins of his home.

Gluttony and Lust against the moonlight, looking quite… sharp.

Envy being the crime against nature that they are.

Wrath glaring with his Ultimate Eye.

Hohenheim enjoying a Greed smoothie.

Good freaking stuff. Damn. Again, I’m very glad I didn’t watch this, as Gluttony’s monster form is right here for all to see. I definitely wouldn’t have been able to recognize Envy, so I might have thought it was Sloth, maybe.

He is your first love….I intend to be your last.

Just a reminder for my lovely Klaroline fandom that some times tends to overeact and freak out. There is a difference between a current -temporary- closure that allows people to move on until the time is right, from an endgame. Especially in a genre that is a tale about immortals and eternal promises.

Between someone’s first love and between their last there is also the in between. The one that matures you. With more people and relationships coming and going. The space in between that seems  as if the distance contains oceans that keep you apart from that promise… but it is that space that changes you and teaches you how to reach your last love. Every lesson becoming a step to the unavoidable destination.

Maybe in a day…in a year…of even in a century.

However long it takes.

Prompt: Write a story about bucky x reader were bucky and reader are together and one day during training he had a break down causing him to attack the reader badly but later on he apologize with cute things , make it cute and fluffy :-)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader


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SHRIEK//TEEN WOLF//(request)

hi there, i don’t know if you’re still taking requests at the moment but if you do well i have one : Y/N is stiles’ little sister (only one year difference between them) and since the dread doctors, she is having nightmares and insomnia, she has trouble making difference between reality and dreams, the sheriff thinks he should send her to eichen house for a while because his daughter is losing it but stiles won’t let him, but one day Y/L hurts herself (stab herself) whilst she is sleep walking x

—-(A/N)- I really enjoyed writing this but I’m sorry it’s so short.Hope you like it anyway☄—-

“(Y/N)….(Y/N)!!!” Stiles shouted while cradling (Y/N) in his arms. She was screaming almost deafening Stiles. She wouldn’t sit still fighting against Stiles’ grip. When Stiles finally did shake (Y/N) from her sleep she was crying, like he had never seen her cry before, she sounded devastated.
When she finally stopped crying Stiles just held her, he felt partly to blame for all this. He never should of told his little sister about all this crepuscular stuff, she wouldn’t be having these nightmares if he hadn’t let her join them. She wasn’t a baby and he knew that, she was older that Liam and Mason, but he couldn’t help thinking that she would be better off if she didn’t know.
Sheriff stood at the end of the bed beaming worried gazes at his two children.
Stiles decided he was going to sleep in (Y/N)’s room for the rest of the night.
“Stiles I’m fine, go back to bed, it was just a nightmare”(Y/N) said trying to prevent Stiles from curling up at the end of her bed,
“That looked like more than just a nightmare to me (Y/N)” Stiles said pulling a blanket over himself.
It didn’t take long for both of them to fall back asleep, this time with no disturbances. Once at school the next day Stiles didn’t take his eyes off (Y/N), he didn’t want her freaking out again. Little did he know she didn’t even know if she was still dreaming. (Y/N) would see things moving in the corner of her eye and when she went to look they weren’t there, stiles told her to count her fingers if she wasn’t sure because you never have the right amount of fingers in dreams but in the moment she would get too flustered and forget all about it.
(Y/N) kept all of this to herself, she didn’t want anyone worrying about her, they still had the dread doctors to catch.
Stiles caught up with (Y/N) while walking home to make sure she was alright. When he walked up to her she went crazy and started running. Stiles pinned her down and woke her from her trance.
“The doctors… It was the doctors, I’m sorry” (Y/N) said trying to catch her breath.
“It’s okay, let’s just get you home” Stiles knew his dad was worried out of his mind but there wasn’t much he could do.
“We’re putting her in Eichen house, it’s the best thing for her!” Sheriff said
“Are You Crazy!! Do you know what they do in there, like bad things. Things that are bad” Stiles said getting angry just at the thought of it.
“If she’s not going there then she’s on house arrest”
Sheriff tried to reason
“Fine but I’m not happy” Stiles said quietly.
(Y/N) wasn’t concerned about herself, she was worried that Stiles would worry too much. The last thing they need is an anxious Stiles curled up in the corner having a panic attack.
(Y/N) knew that sleeping that night was going to be hard, she had so much on her mind. Eventually she fell asleep but what she dreamt was horrific.
She was strolling through her house when she heard a ticking, naturally her interest peeked and she went to investigate. When she followed the noise to the kitchen she saw the three dread doctors huddled over the island in the centre. All of a sudden their interest flung toward (Y/N), her heart beat felt like it was going to jump out of her chest while the masked beings grew closer. She suddenly became aware of her dream state and grabbed a knife off the kitchen counter.
“It’s all just a dream, it’s all just a dream” she said repeatedly.
(Y/N) wanted to wake so badly that she pierced the knife straight into her stomach without flinching.
When she looked down to see what she had done she noticed that there were ten fingers, this wasn’t a dream. As if on cue she heard someone cry her name, when she looked up she saw Stiles race towards her screaming.
“What have you done, oh god (Y/N) this is bad” Stiles said quietly before sending out an almost deafening shriek to their dad.