gentlemens table

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“we’ve been nothing but friends for our whole lives but then we played seven minutes in heaven on a dare and now i think i might actually be in love with you” au plus Lokane pretty please

A/N: So, you probably were thinking you’d get a High School or College AU. But instead, I’m giving you a Medieval AU. (Don’t ask. My muse never makes any sense.) I hope you enjoy it anyway!


The first time they met, he teased her about her freckles and she stuck her tongue out at him. His brother let out a hearty laugh, even his mother was amused. But Loki scowled. How dare the scrawny creature with straw braids defy him, a prince. What was she, but a starving, dirty urchin taken in as the royal astronomer’s newest charge? Loki decided then and there to have nothing more to do with Jane.

But she was always underfoot. Mother thought it best that the girl sat in on his and Thor’s lessons. After all, if she meant to apprentice with Selvig, then she would need a proper education. Loki didn’t feel so magnanimous. He did his best to hinder her efforts. Cutting the tips of her quills. Locking her in her rooms and laughing at the furious tirade she unleashed on him later when she managed to escape. She tried so very hard to be intimidating, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of the brambles in her hair from having to shimmy down the vines outside of her window.

It wasn’t only language, letters, numbers, and histories that Jane learned alongside the princes. It was music and riding and swordplay. When Loki complained about Jane being in the practice yards to his mother, asking what point there was for the girl to learn the weapon, his mother rose from her throne, drawing her own blade from its scabbard. “Choose your next words carefully, my son,” she warned, looking every bit the terrifying Warrior Queen who protected this kingdom at his father’s side. Loki left without further protest.

The girl was clever, Loki grudgingly admitted. Annoyingly clever. He put more effort into his studies, spent more time in practice because it galled him that a peasant could come close to surpassing in skill and intellect a boy of noble birth. She challenged him even in swordplay; what she lacked in brute force, she made up with a cunning that rivaled Loki’s.

As the years passed, he was less given to wild pranks. They seemed an unnecessary endeavor when a well-placed comment could do the trick easily enough. He reveled in the bright crimson of her cheeks, the stuttering invectives she would shoot back at him that never quite hit the mark. No, not never. There were times when her words were like a dagger slipping between his ribs, they would leave him so breathless. Later, when his shock and anger receded, he discovered a filament of reluctant admiration. But it didn’t mean he liked the wisp.

Both he and Thor grew taller; Jane didn’t. Jane’s freckles faded. She stopped wearing her long locks in braids, and Loki studiously ignored the other changes occurring in her body. Instead, he made sport out of raising her ire with witty rejoinders that only she understood. (His brother, though not a fool, lacked a passion for the finer points of their education.) Loki secretly delighted in her equally devious retorts, and he engaged her more often.

There were other games—once innocent but had matured as the players aged. He remembered when Fandral introduced the game of Maiden Favors to their growing circle of companions. Jane had drawn Loki as her knight, and he taunted her, tapping his cheek in cavalier expectation of the kiss she was to place there. She marched up to him, drew her fist back, and punched him in the mouth before storming off. He licked the blood from his lips and laughed. She couldn’t be entreated to play the game again. (He thought about her when the rules changed from a simple brush of lips against cheek to a something more heated. He wondered if she would taste different than the buxom serving girl who slanted her mouth over his in a sloppy kiss.)

He became interested in astronomy when Mother declared their formal education complete. His days were now spent at court, in council meetings, learning the intricacies of politics. There were delegations to neighboring kingdoms, land disputes, trade agreements—all things Thor found insufferably dull. All things Loki found fascinating. A smile, a simple misdirection, a lie spoken among a dozen truths—this was all it took to manipulate your opponent. He liked the challenge, though it often paled in comparison to the clash of wits he once had with Jane.

(He didn’t miss her. He’d never say so.)

He found himself climbing the tower steps late one evening after his return from a particularly fruitless trip to Jotunheim. The mountain men were gnashing their teeth about some imagined slight or another from Asgard, and not even Loki’s silver tongue could placate their anger. War was likely inevitable in the coming years. Thor would be glad of it, and Loki was inclined to agree. He was exhausted, but still his feet led him up, up, up toward Jane. He’d been gone for nigh on a month. Had her skills in wordplay dulled in his absence? (Was she as pretty as his memory swore she’d always been?)

She didn’t turn when he entered the makeshift laboratory, her attention on one of the many telescopes fastened to the parapet. In her lap was a leather bound book with notes scribbled in her nearly illegible hand. She’d never bothered to master penmanship, considering it a frivolous pursuit better left to the pampered nobility. Out of spite, Loki had made a point of becoming more adept in the art than even the palace scribes.

“Saturn is rising,” she said, clearly thinking him to be her mentor.

He grinned, closing the distance between them in stealthy footfalls and bending as close to her ear as he could without startling her. “And what does that portend, oh wise one?”

She jumped at his nearness, round eyes going narrow when they met his. “Loki,” she said, her mouth slashing in a thin line. “When did you return?”

“Only just,” he replied, stepping back from her. He’d forgotten the scent of honeysuckle and cinnamon in her hair, and he was overpowered by it.

“You’re hale and whole.” With a ghost of a smirk, she looked him over. “I take that to mean you managed not to offend our northern friends.”

He made a sardonic noise. “Yes, somehow I escaped being turned over their spits—much to your disappointment, I’m sure.”

“Well, I’ve always said you’d be good in a stew with a little potato and carrots,” she quipped. “A bit gamey, perhaps, but you’d do in a pinch.”

He cocked his head, let his gaze sweep over her with a calculated appreciation. (The effort wasn’t as difficult as it should have been.) “My dear Jane,” he murmured. “Any time you want to eat me, I’ll be glad to offer you a feast.” He’d never said anything so salacious to her before, but they were no longer adolescents. Innuendo was merely another facet in banter like theirs, wasn’t it?

But she didn’t have a scathing retort. She stared at him, throat bobbing in a deep swallow, and he’d count it as a win if the air between them wasn’t charged so oddly. (And he realized that a victory might entail something entirely different in this new game. Did he want to play? Would she?)

“Show me Saturn,” he demanded to dispel the strange tension. Always a demand. Never a request. He was a prince of Asgard, after all.

She rolled her eyes. “It’s a wonder they let you out of your cage when you lack any social grace.”

He laughed as he dragged a stool near hers, relieved that he hadn’t irrevocably damaged the unusual bond they shared. “Rules are so terribly boring. Admit it: your life would be drab without me.”

“I admit that I accomplish so much more when you’re gone,” she replied, leaning forward to adjust the eyepiece of the telescope.

“What else are you to do with your time when your favorite prince is away?” He gave her a winning smile. “Of course, I wouldn’t be opposed to you pining after me like a damsel trapped in a tower. Oh, that’s right. You already are.”

She smacked his arm—not too hard. “You would swoon like one of those tittering courtiers if I were to ever lay my affection at your feet.”

“It’s all I live for.”

When he finally descended the stone staircase to his chamber hours later, sleep came fitfully. He dreamt of her tangled in his sheets, diminutive body pressed into his.

War was, in fact, inevitable. The Jotuns marched from their strongholds in the mountains toward Asgard, razing villages in their path like a swarm of locusts. The unspeakable acts they committed could not go unanswered for long, and soon Thor and Loki were preparing to lead the king’s army to the frontlines. The night before their trek toward battle, a banquet was held in their honor. The celebration moved later to a tavern where Fandral, with a wench on each arm, drunkenly suggested a final game of Maiden Favors. He waggled his brows with lascivious meaning when he explained that the maidens could choose what favor they wanted to give. Loki captured Jane’s wrist when she began to sneak off.

“Jane volunteers to go first,” he said to the rest of the group. She glowered at him.

Fandral pulled a small pouch from inside his waistcoat and emptied a set of dice on the table. “Gentlemen, you know your numbers.”

Loki licked his lips as Jane picked up a die and tossed it across the wooden tabletop. It tumbled against Volstagg’s tankard and came to a rest with two dots showing on top. Two was Loki’s number.

Jane’s expression went even flatter. “Anything I want to give?” she confirmed with Fandral. On his nod, she turned to Loki, and he steeled himself for another blow. She stared at him for a heartbeat before doing something entirely unexpected.

She kissed him.

It was brief, a bare brush of her mouth over his, but it was enough. He was hardly aware of the cheers around them, the pounding of Thor’s fist against the table. What was this witchcraft that something so fleeting and pure could make him an invalid?

“As I said,” she breathed, not unaffected, “swooning like a silly courtier.”

That brought Loki back to life. He threaded a hand through her hair to prevent her retreat. “My turn.”

His kiss wasn’t virtuous. His kiss was hunger and ache and a desperate need he hadn’t known before now. He was merciless. (As a prince of Asgard was expected to be.) His bones and sinew awakened in a firestorm of desire that would not be easily quenched. But by the gods, he would try.

When they broke apart, her eyes were wide, glassy with fear and something else. She excused herself, fleeing the party before he could rise out of his chair. Thor clapped him on the back, congratulated him on a worthy display. It took Loki another twenty minutes to disentangle himself from the festivities.

Jane wasn’t in her tower. She wasn’t in her rooms, and frustration and dread threatened to overtake him as he searched the palace. He found her in the practice yards, hidden in shadow as she sat on one of the benches, knees drawn to her chest. In the wan light of the moon, she looked like the girl whose braids he used to pull.

But she wasn’t a girl. He wasn’t a boy.

“If you’ve come to gloat,” she said, attempting in vain to sound indignant, “then get on with it. I have no patience for your antics tonight, Loki.”

A dozen acerbic remarks scramble to the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back. None would get him what he wanted. He crossed to her in lazy steps, gathered her hands in his, and pulled her up to him—into him. A protest rose in her throat, but it didn’t make it past her lips as he devoured her. She was his. He was hers. He murmured these truths against her mouth and she relaxed into him.

The next morning, he remained in his bed as long as he could, arms wrapped around her petite form as she slumbered on his chest. He woke her before he left for his campaign, made her swear fidelity to him even as he gave her the same promise. He would return to her and only her.

Because who was she, this mere orphan, but everything to a prince.


red heist // JUNGKOOK [PT1]

summary - She built herself an identity, a persona if you will, and she is determined to keep herself a secret; not even her accomplices know who she really is. As the infamous thief known as Rogue, she sets out on another heist to rob the ‘Red Ace’ of his treasures - but she didn’t expect it to go so terribly wrong.
word count - 2.1k

genre - angst
pairing - Jungkook x OC; Hoseok x OC; appearances by all BTS members
warnings - strong language

A/N - i know, i know, it’s been forever since i wrote something, at least it’s like that for me, but recently i’ve been inspired by @dearmyjimin‘s amaaazing mockup graphic of the BigHit casino, so i wrote down the first part of the new series i’m starting! (because i don’t have two others still running, rip me) - i hope you enjoy!♡ and i know that this is a little different from my previous writing, but i hope you enjoy it nevertheless :’)

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Long Live the Queen (M) Pt. 2

Pt 1 Pt 3  Pt 4


Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Rated M for possibly mature themes in future updates, probably smut, swearing, murder, violence. I might get a little crazy with this

Summary: Jungkook’s name on the streets is the ‘Golden Prince’ for all the fanciful things he’s taken as his own. As a thief he can steal anything, even when he’s propositioned to steal the Queen herself. Stealing her heart however, will prove to be another matter completely.

A/N: Again, credit for this amazing idea goes to @bangtanclouds! Thank you again for letting me steal this. And here it is guys, after working hard all day (with many distractions in between) I present to you, part 2~ please enjoy :)

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Mini mycroft joining a conversation with parliament guys about parliament things

“Hullo gentlemen.”

“Good morning Mr. Holmes,” echoes the parliament cabinet as the small boy pushes a wheelie chair over to the large redwood table beside his father in his recently tailor 3 piece suit.

Mycroft tries to remain looking professional as his 6 year old son climbs into the overly large chair among the cabinet members. As cute as this may be he can’t break out his phone to record this display but hearing a tell-tale ‘click’ from his right side tells him that Anthea has already taken care of that.

Once situated in the seat and barely eyelevel with the table little Reginald Holmes takes his tiny briefcase (a gift from Sherlock no less) plopping it upon the table and takes out a journal (a gift from John) along with his Lighting McQueen writing pen. 

It is adorable.

Just too adorable for words as the 6 year old looks down the hushed table watching him in silent amusement and ask, “So what’s on the table today gentlemen?”

There’s a faint giggle from down the table that sounds like Jefferson but Mycroft can’t be sure so he manages for a warning glare all around.

Trying to carry on as usual (thankfully today wasn’t a terribly important meeting that had sensitive material nor high clearance to be met) Mycroft tries to restart the meeting where they left off. “Well Mr. Holmes, today we are attempting to ascertain whether or not we should cut funding to certain groups that and if not how to cut spending elsewhere to balance the budget.”

Reggie looks very determined to write everything that his father says but due to his motor skills most of it looks like scribbles and half words. "Yes, go on,“ Reggie insists as his brow furrows in concentration.

“I propose that we cut funding to studies that are unnecessary or frivolous," Peterson calls out from the end of the table. "For too long we’ve been wasting tax payer’s dollars on insane studies such as ‘is too much water detrimental to humans' and 'what wines pair better with Chinese cuisine in order to gift them to China’  rather than toward things that truly matter such as how to fix our homeless problem and to tackle our obesity epidemic,” Peterson cites.

“Now just wait a minute Peterson, some of those studies are vital toward our very survival as a human race,” McCoy starts off only to be cut off by Lord Ramsbottom.

Please, as if we needed a study to figure out that literally anything can be stressful given enough intensity and pressure,” he scoffs, what we need are worthwhile solutions to problems that matter now.“

"But let me play the devil’s advocate,” Smith pleads from across the table, “A lot of those researchers have families and rely on our funding to keep them above water-”

“Yeah and they certainly were raging in the streets when we started passing over our own citizens to outsource manual labor to foreign countries and I didn’t see any of them crying out in favor of their families,” Ramsbottom sneers, “At the very least I can count on those that wish to actually produce something to expect results rather than a some half-baked almost conclusion.”

“Gentlemen please! Think of the child,” McCoy tries to settle the shouting from both ends. He gestures to Reggie,  "Don’t you think he too would like the opportunity to have funding if he became a scientist? That chance to prove himself?“

"Nope, cuz’ I want to a pola-la…pola-la…politician like daddy when I grow up,” Reggie proclaims while still struggling with his letters and spelling.

 McCoy looks rather peeved at Reggie but Mycroft’s glare is enough to keep whatever the man wishes to say trapped behind his firm line of his lips. McCoy leaves his seat to walk over to Reggie in a move that naturally has Mycroft’s hand on his brolly.

Leveling himself to Reggie McCoy asks him, “But what about the scientist’s families hmm? Don’t they deserve to live a regular life?”

Reggie giggles, “No one is owed anything unless there’s a contract-anything else is just commonism. Uncle 'Lock taught me that.”

“That’s communism Mr. Holmes,” Anthea corrects softly still filming from her phone.

“What she said,” Reggie elaborates.

If possible McCoy looks even more annoyed. “So you’re saying that those families should suffer? That they and their children should be on the streets starving?”

Mycroft is already feeling the need to grasp his brolly even tighter if McCoy doesn’t let off his boy but Reggie is oddly cool.

Reggie smiles at McCoy. “Now you’re just being silly,” Reggie accuses, “I never said that and that makes you a drama queen just like Uncle 'Lock.”

Now there’s definitely some chuckling going around the table and it drives McCoy to a troubling red. “Oh yeah? Then what do you propose we do to ensure that none of these scientists get laid off and become part of our poverty problem?” he demands.

Reggie doesn’t even look up from his journal. “Easy, we get them tow work on want we want them to  solve and they’ll still have a job. Everyone else that refuses has to come up with their own way to fund their experiments just like Uncle 'Lock," Reggie says evenly as he tries to write neater.

The rest of the cabinet murmurs in agreement as Mycroft spares his small son a very proud smile.

"I say Mr. Holmes, your son is rather bright for his age,” comments one of the senior staff as the meeting concludes.

Mycroft eyes his son who is now engaging Ramsbottom with most be a very enjoyable discussion. "You know what they say, like father like son.“

TalesFromYourServer: Entitled salad guy.

So I’m not a great storyteller but I’ll do my best here.

I’ll preface this by explaining that I’m in a unique position of management where I can still work service shifts to make some extra scratch, and when I’m cut and my tables are gone, I go change my uniform, switch my clock in, and act as M.O.D for the rest of the night to close down the house. I have regular management shifts too, but I can help out on nights we’re short on servers. This was one of those nights.

Saturday night was really balls-to-the-wall crazy. 2 hour wait, long ticket times, everyone in the weeds. Because of this I had to serve a bit longer than originally planned before I could take a cut and relieve the volume manager. Around 9pm I got my last table, five gentlemen. Well, four gentlemen and one douchebag. We’ll call him DB.

Table started pretty rocky because it was a slightly long greet (maybe five minutes) because I still had four other tables that were in various stages of closing out/leaving, and as soon as I approach the table and before I could properly introduce myself DB barks his cocktail order at me. I’m pretty no BS at this stage at the night so I kinda just ignore him and get the other guys’ drink orders. DB demands two appetizers.

Bring back drinks, ask if they’re good to order dinner. They are. DB: You didn’t forget about our appetizers right?! No. They’re still being made. Finish taking dinner order.

At this point my volume manager is expressing his desire to leave (he was only supposed to be there until 8) so I tell him I can probably hold it down till I finish my table.

Apps come out, no problems. After apps there is a salad course. Here is where things get irritating.

As I’m dropping salads:

DB: Uhhhh…

Me: Sir?

DB: There’s something missing here, don’t you think?

Me: Not that I know of. It’s the house salad.

DB: No it’s not. Where’s the egg? And the cheese? And the bacon? This is like nothing.

Me: You want like, a small Cobb salad?

DB: NO. I want the house salad. Not this bullshit.

Me: Sir our house salad has diced tomato, cucumber, red onio- (he cuts me off here)

DB: No, I don’t want to hear what you think it is, I want the house salad. I’ve been here before and this is definitely not your normal house salad.


Me: Sir. Please don’t talk to me like that.

DB: Excuse me? You don’t talk to ME like that. Just give me what I asked for. Ok?

Me: (trying to pick my battles here) fine.

I grab his apparently wrong house salad and walk off. I might mention here that his other four cohorts said nothing about their salads and ate in awkward silence during this exchange.

I fix up DB’s salad nice and pretty as a little Cobb. This is the point in the movies where the server/kitchen staff takes the opportunity to add some extra ingredients of their own into the mix, and might I say it was tempting, but I have some moral and professional reservations about that.

I bring back DB’s salad.

Me: does this look better?

DB: Oh wow, look guys, he finally brought me the right salad. Bravo. (golf clap)

Me: Anything else?

DB: Bring me a manager please.

Me (still in waiter attire): That’s me.

DB: Oh he’s funny too. No. Bring me YOUR MANAGER.

Me: I am the manager. I’m waiting tables to help out. What can I do for you?

DB: You’ve gotta be kidding me. What kinda fuckin place is this? I’ve got a waiter with an attitude who’s also the manager?

Me (dropping all semblance of pleasant customer service): An attitude? Dude, if anyone’s got an attitude it’s you. You’ve been really rude tonight. I’m hard pressed not to ask you to leave.

DB: you know what? Give me your GMs card. I can’t believe a waiter is talking to me like this.

(Finally one of his friends speaks up)

“DB. Shut the fuck up. You’re being an asshole, and this is why we didn’t want to come here with you tonight.”

This led into a really bad yelling match, I ended up backing off for a minute. DB gets up and storms out. I come back and ask if they’re ok. Guy that spoke up said “yes. We’re fine. And I’ll take his tab. Sorry man.”

Closed them out, standard 20% grat.

So I think I may have inadvertently been involved in the end of a friendship.

By: SilasX93

sometimes I like to look at my life and remind myself that I have two cats named Merlin and Mordred, and three chickens called Lancelot, Percival and Gwaine. We’re still waiting for an Arthur.

Burlesque Dancer- Luke Hemmings SMUT

This is my first time posting my own story so please go easy on me. I may have made some minor mistakes, cause I type kind of sloppy. 

Description: The band go to the Burlesque club where you work and when Luke sees you dance he immediately has to have you!

Rated: Mature, very smutty, one visual but not very bad

It was regular old Friday night at the burlesque club you worked at and the usual crowd flooded the dining room. You peaked around the curtain, while your friend danced to an old jazz song, to check to see how many people you would be dancing for tonight. You had a new routine to show and you were slightly nervous about it since it would be your first striptease. Of course you wouldn’t really be stripping very much since you always kept your breasts and bikini area covered because although you dance, you’re still a bit shy and new to the whole dancing thing. After all you are only 18 and trying to pay your way through college.

The song ended and your co worker and close friend Alina picked up her top and feather boa and gracefully left the stage while the crowd applauded her. She was an amazing performer and somewhat of a mentor to you and since she had been dancing burlesque for 6 years.

You took a deep breath straightening out one of your stockings and walked out onto the unlit stage. The song you chose for your dance wasn’t really a traditional burlesque song but you chose it anyway. A red dim spotlight flashed onto you as Should I Stay or Should I Go by the Cooltrane Quartet began to play. As you started to dance and grind to the music you got completely lost in the smoke and haze of the old club. For your props on stage you had a large vintage arm chair. It was easy to grind against and sit and tease on. You had on a very small vintage babydoll dress on that was practically see through with a built in bra and small panties on underneath. You were cute-sexy and that was also why your nickname at the club was Honey. You were too sweet and innocent to have any other name like some of the other girls. Like Alina for instance, whose nickname was Desire.

Your dance continued and it was the time in the song where you got to pull someone onto stage and dance on them. Audience interaction was big with this club and all night you had been eyeing a pair of blue eyes through the smoke. They were glued to you the whole night but you couldn’t really make out the face of the owner.

You smoothly made your way down to the audience, stopping to grind against a wall or wink at someone on your way to the table where you saw the boy with the blue eyes. He was surrounded by a table of gentlemen who looked his age. You couldn’t get a good look anyway but he sure looked familiar. He had a button up shirt on with a tie luckily so you were able to grab his tie and seductively drag him back to the stage and on to the large arm chair while some people in the crowd whistled. He was very tall and handsome as you locked eyes with him and straddled him over the chair and ran your fingers through his hair. He also smelled very manly and he made a low growl as you tugged at the nape of his hair. You stood in front of him now and lifted up your nightgown teasing him and lifting a leg onto the chair to slowly roll your stockings down one at a time leaning in close to his lips and showing the audience your nightgown rising up showing your panties.

The song ended just as had made your way slowly down to your knees in front of him, your hands resting on his warm thighs. You had been so in the zone you had hardly noticed. It had almost been like it was just you and him up there and no one was watching. Your eyes never left his he entire time.

The applause roared and you quickly snapped out of it standing up and bowing. You had the young man stand up and you began to applaud him as well as he made his way down the stairs of the stage.

You had gathered up your things and you walked off stage and you began to shake as your nerves began to kick in and you laughed to yourself relieved that you hadn’t messed up. It was your first time bringing someone on stage with you and the other girls knew that and quickly surrounded you giving you hugs and pats on the back.

“You looked ethereal. It was unreal…” Alina looked at you with wide eyes.

Your shift was almost over now so you began to undress in the back and put on your skinny jeans, converse, and tank top on to go home. Just as you grabbed your purse and had almost clocked out one of the other girls, Julie, stopped you.

“Wait!” she yelled and you stopped before you punched your clock card.

“What?” You jumped.

“Miss Red wants you to stay a little bit later, a table requested you for a drink! They’re really really cute I think you should do it since it’s your first table request!” She smiled at me.

You checked the time and it was almost 1am now. You shrugged since you didn’t have work the next day anyhow and set your clock card back.

“What do I wear?” You asked.

“I’ll help you! We can give you an outfit like the waitresses wear, you know?” She smiled and dragged you back to the wardrobe room. She dressed you up in a tight black dress and some jewelry. She also reapplied your pale pink lipstick and put a bit more blush on your cheeks. You were one of the few girls who wore pink lipstick instead of red because of your good-girl image. You took one last glance into the mirror and fluffed up your curled hair.

“Okay so what do I have to do? Do I have to dance?” You asked.

“No you just sit and have a drink.” Julie laughed while she fixed her own makeup in the mirror.

“But I can’t drink yet” You said innocently.

“Honey they don’t know that.” She winked and gave your butt a friendly tap and walked away.

You then made your way out to the dining room where you found the table with the boy.

They all stopped their conversation as you approached them.

“Hi i’m Honey” You tried to say it as seductive and confident as possible but you wondered if they could tell how nervous you were.

“Hi Honey! Sit down please!” A crazy-haired Australian boy smiled and pulled out a chair next to the blue eyed boy. You sat down.

“What’re you drinking?” A darker haired male asked.

“Whatever you’re buying” You tried to play to cool.

The blue eyed boy poured you a glass of the red wine that was on the table.

You sat and chatted with them all as they introduced themselves to you and you learned that they were in a band. That’s where you recognized them from! You were talking to 5 Seconds of Summer! They were in town on tour and decided to have a night out away from work.

Suddenly you felt a warm hand rest on your thigh. The club had a no touch policy but a lot of men would bend the rules to touch you and the other girls. If you didn’t like it you would have them thrown out within seconds…but this boy you were unsure about.

acted as if he hadn’t done anything and barely looked at you until he gave you a subtle wink that the other boys didn’t notice.

“Let’s get out of here it’s getting pretty late and Ashton is very drunk.” Calum laughed and the guys stood up.

The club was closing in ten minutes anyway and you had been a bit tipsy so you thought you had better leave too.

“You’re not going to drive home are you?” Luke asked.

“I was going to call a cab” You smiled.

“I’ll drive you come on, the guys and I took two rental cars here. They won’t mind if I borrow one.” He smiled.

“Well I can’t say no to that” You smiled at him and told him you would meet him outside as soon as you grabbed your purse.

You walked back where a few girls were talking and giggling. They swarmed you as soon as they saw you and started to ask you who the boy was and if you were going home with him. You nodded and they all jumped around like school girls.

“You have to keep your outfit on. Come on i’ll put your clothes in your bag for you. Go clock out!” Your friend Julie ran off to grab your things.

You checked the mirror to see you were blushing HARD and you felt butterflies rioting in your stomach. After grabbing your things and clocking out you met Luke in the back as he got out of his car to open your door for you.

“What a gentleman” You smiled at him.

“Remember saying that later.” He grinned driving off. You gave him directions to your apartment. His hand was on your thigh the entire ride.

As soon as you two reached the door and you unlocked it he had you pinned against the wall. His hands slowly running up your thighs to push your dress up over your head. Leaving you in just your stockings, heels, and matching black bra and panties. He held your wrists above your head as he kissed your neck, biting and sucking on it causing you to cry out.

You moaned loudly and with his free hand he wrapped your one of your legs around his waist and you jumped up wrapping the other one around. He released your wrists and held underneath your bum and you tangled your hands into his hair tugging it.

“Bedroom?” He mumbled against your lips.

“To the right” You smiled into his lips and he carried you there occasionally bumping into a wall to which you both laughed. Finally reaching your room he threw you down onto the bed.

“God you’re so fucking sexy” His voice was a low growl as he crawled on top of you but only up to where he was kissing and biting your inner thighs. You were soaked and he knew it, rubbing against your panties making you arch your back at his hot touch.

He slowly pulled down your underwear and you loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, taking both off.

He bent down and began to suck and lick at your clit. Moaning against you setting vibrations throughout your body.

“Fuck I understand why they call you Honey. You’re so sweet” He licked in circles around your clit as he slid two fingers into your dripping pussy. Curling his fingers and pumping them in and out.

“Oh god Luke yes! Fuck!” You cried out whimpering and gasping.

“Come on Honey cum for me” He grinned, his cold lip ring was now warm and wet against you.

His fingers got faster and harder sending you into pure bliss as you cried out his name and arched your back off the bed and curled your toes.

“Your turn” You were panting as you pulled him up and flipped him over so he was lying on the bed now. You unbuttoned and pulled down his jeans so he was in his briefs. His erection was huge, at least 8 inches and you gasped at it giving him a confident boost and a blush. You pulled them down and you swore his erection got bigger. You bit and sucked from his neck all the way down his chest leaving small marks.

You got down to his hard on and licked a long stripe from his balls up to his tip causing him to shiver. You began to lick at his tip and rub your hand down his shaft until you finally took as much of him into your mouth as you could. You gagged a bit but you got used to it and picked up a steady rhythm. He moaned and held the back of your head pushing you farther down. You tasted his pre cum and swallowed it down moaning into him.

“Fuck” He let out a gasp, “Fuck me right now Honey” He moaned as he pulled you over him and began kissing you hard.

You sat up and lined him up with your entrance slowly sliding down onto him causing you to almost scream because he was so big. He hardly fit and you had to take some time to adjust.

Soon enough you were able to start grinding your hips and bouncing up and down while he grabbed your hips and pushed you down.

“Jesus fuck- you’re so tight” He was grinding his teeth from the intensity and pleasure.

“Oh god Luke i’m going to cum already!” You screamed as you released around him squirting simultaneously. You dripped down the sides of his hips and you blushed hard embarrassed. “Oh fuck Luke i’m sorry that’s never happened i’m sorry!” You said but he smiled widely.

“I’ve never made a girl do that before!” He said “That was so fucking amazing! Come here!” He pulled you close to himself again and began to kiss you which was a huge relief.

He flipped you over so you were under him and he began to pound into you fast but after a short period of missionary position and you coming once again, he grabbed your hips and turned you around onto your stomach.

“Get on all fours” He demanded and you did as you were told. With your ass in the air you bit your pillow trying not to be as loud but he felt too amazing and you couldn’t hold it in. He grabbed onto your bed post, knuckles turning white as he kept thrusting.

“Fuck fuck fuck i’m going to cum Honey fuck” His held flew back.

“Cum inside me baby i’m on the pill” You moaned as he scratched down your back and you both came together.

“FUCK!” You screamed arching your back causing him to moan louder as he came inside of you.

After catching both of your breathes you both collapsed onto the bed still panting slightly.

“Y/N” You said.

“What?” He asked.

“That’s my real name. Honey is just a stage name.” You laughed.

“It’s beautiful but I gotta say Honey really suits you” He smiled and leaned on his side to look at you.

“Aren’t the guys going to wonder where you are?” You leaned on your side to face him.

“Guess they’ll have to worry until the morning” He smirked. “Cause i’m not finished with you yet”

Your eyes got wide as he grabbed you pulling you in tight and kissing you again.

It was going to be a long night… pun intended.

anonymous asked:

if you're still doing gigolas 5 word prompts - "legolas somehow gets the ring"

And another ficlet done! The structure of this prompt made it interesting one to fit into the narrative. As always, better formatting (and editing) can be found on my AO3, here:

It really was such a simple thing to be causing such trouble. Just a little band of gold. Perfectly crafted, of course, but rather plain to look at. No flashy stones, just a subtle inscription that was only visible if it caught the light just right.

Just one ring.

Of course, it was more than just a ring. It was the weight of it. The meaning of it.

It was going to given Fili and Kili stress dreams for weeks.

“We’ve gotta get it to him somehow,” Kili said, pulling at his hair. The strain in his voice was just barely audible over the general racket of the kitchen.

“I know that,” Fili replied, staring out the kitchen window into the dining room, “but how? They’re almost done with their entrées!”

“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” Kili exclaimed, starting to pace. “What are we gonna do? We’re going to mess everything up and then Gimli is going to hate us forever! Why did he trust us with this?”

Fili grabbed his brother, giving him a good shake to keep him from spiraling further into panic.

“We can do this. As long as Legolas somehow gets the ring, we’re good. We’ll figure something out.”

Kili took a deep, controlled breath.

“Right, just got to get the ring to Legolas. Ok, what if we baked it in a cake?”

“Brilliant!” Fili agreed with a grin. “We’ve got enough time to bake it into a small cake, and then we’ll give it to Legolas for desert. And when he cuts into it, he’ll find the ring and then Gimli can pop the question!”

“Oh, no!” Came Bombur’s voice, loud in the way it only ever got in the kitchen. He brandished a spatula at the two in an effectively threatening manner. “You are not putting any foreign objects in my deserts! I’m not having any customer crack their teeth on my food, and especially not Gimli’s sweetheart.”

Fili and Kíli cringed in unison at the image.

“Ok, good point, Chef. Not in the food,” Fili agreed. “Too easy for it to go wrong, and then Uncle Thorin and Bilbo would fire us.”

Kili cocked his head in a thoughtful manner.

“Though to be fair, it’s a ring, so he couldn’t really choke to death on it.”

“Not the point,” Fili hissed, giving his brother a shove.

The two stiffened, as the sound of a polite little “ahem” behind them. They turned to see Bilbo looking elegant as he always did when it was his night to run the front. His suit tailored and pressed to perfection and not a single, greying hair out of place. He was looking up at them with patiently amused expression, a small tray with one of the restaurant’s cloth napkins draped over it in one hand.

“If I may,” he said, gesturing at the ring.

Fili and Kili shuffled to the side so Bilbo could pick up the ring, carefully placing it on his tray. With a nod, he glided from the kitchen toward Gimli and Legolas’s table. Fili and Kili watched with rapt attention from where they had crowded into the kitchen door.

Bilbo paused at the table.

“Gentlemen, I believe we have a personally selected special tonight,” he said, presenting the tray to Legolas with a bow, “with our compliments.”

Legolas stared at the ring in shock.

“What? Gimli—”

His hand flew to his mouth as Gimli slid out of his seat and down to one knee.

“Legolas, I have never been happier than when I’m with you. You challenge me to reach new heights and take me on new adventures everyday. I can think of no better way to spend the rest of my life, than next to you. Please, will you do me the honor of marrying me and spending the rest of our days together?”

Without hesitation, Legolas threw himself into Gimli’s arms, chanting “yes, yes, yes!” as he hugged him. Gimli flashed a thumbs-up behind Legolas’s back in the kitchen’s general direction.

Bilbo set the tray, ring and all, onto their table with a grin.

“I’ll just leave this here then, and see about getting you two some desert,” he said, practically unnoticed by the couple, still embracing on the restaurant floor.

Fili gave Kili’s shoulder a squeeze, grinning from ear to ear.

“See? Mission accomplished.”

“Yeah, we should have just trusted Bilbo to be the ring bearer in the first place.”


Miracle Part 3 (Avengers+Bucky x Reader)

A/N: It has been forever, I know, I am sorry! 

Originally posted by e-dna-e-spook

Originally posted by enochianess

Bucky slowy opened his eyes, adjusting to the light. He looked down at (Y/N), who was deeply asleep in his arms. He didn’t move, not wanting her to wake up. She looked peaceful even though her nightmare. He took her hair out of her face, looked at her beautiful face.

He didn’t know how he felt about her, but he was pretty sure that he trusted her. That was a really unfamilier feeling for him, but there was just something diffrent about her. Bucky could calm down looking at her, he loved the way she smiled, he loved how cheerful she was. He felt better around her. She didn’t feel any diffrent about him. She could see underneath his guard, he was broken, lost. That feelings made him really quiet, introvert. She was happy she could help him with that.  She wanted to make him smile, laugh. She didn’t know how he saw him; a friend? She didn’t know. All she knew was that she wanted to be around him, and she trusted him. It was really weird for her that she did, considering she never has with anyone.

Bucky watched (Y/N) breath, relaxing. He didn’t know the last time he felt that safe, relaxed.

(Y/N) woke up slowly, took a deep breath, rubbed her eyes. She looked up at Bucky, who was looking at her. She smiled softly.

“Good mornin’ soldier.”

“Good morning.” He said, his voice happy.

“Thank you. I owe you now.” She said seriously, looking at him.

“You don’t owe me. You don’t have to thank me.” He said, remembering how she was there for him when he had nightmares, even though she could get hurt.

“Did you even sleep comfortable like this, me almost on top of you?” She asked.

“I don’t remember the last time I had a long sleep without nightmares.” He answered, still holding her.

She layed her head back on his chest, enjoying how warm his body was. He shut his eyes too, enjoying her company.

Unfortunately, Bucky’s phone started to ring. He sighed before taking his hand off (Y/N) and reaching his phone. It was Steve, he accepted the call.

“Hey Buck.”

“Hi Punk.”

“Are you still sleeping? Me and Sam are going for a run. Want to join?”

“No-uh, I’ll-” He stopped talking when he saw the look (Y/N) was giving him. She took the phone from him.

“Hi Steve. This is (Y/N). Both of us are coming to run. Get ready to lose, byee.” She said and hung up.

Bucky raised his eyebrows at her.

“You know how fast he is right?” He asked.

“You know how fast I can be right? You boys aren’t the only ones serum-ed. Well, mine is a diffrent kind of serum but still.” She said as she got up.

She is serum-ed?

, Bucky thought, wondering why.

“Come on!” She said as she pulled him up.

He walked towards the wardrobe as she got out of the room to change. She came back 5 minutes later, after Bucky pulled his hair into pony tail and wore a new pair of sweat pants and a black t-shirt.

They both got out and met Sam and Steve down at the lobby.

“Hey idiots.” She said, smiling.

“You seem you got over the hangover. How you doin’?” Sam asked, smiling back.

“I had a good sleep. And I wasn’t that wasted anyway.” She answered.

“You sure? I couldn’t count your drinks.” Steve said.

“Well, I need more alcohol to get drunk then normal people.”

“Are you-” She knew what was he is going to ask, he problebly was wanting to ask since she threw him over her shoulder like he was a paper ball.

“I uh- My mother had a diffrent version of the super soldier serum that she injected me. I am not a super soldier, but I am pretty much stronger than an average person.” She explained.

“I hope that doesn’t mean you can beat me at running. I am sick of hearing ‘on your left’s.” Sam said, Steve chuckled.

“You better get used to it.” Steve said as they got out of the building. They walked over to Central Park, it was a better running place.

When they arrived, they looked at eachother.

“You grandpas ready?” She asked, smirking. Steve and Bucky raised their eyebrows at her, at the same time.

“That seems like a yes. So come on! Catch me!” She cheered as she turned her back, started to run. Bucky crooked a smile that no one noticed before running as Steve chuckled.

Sam, Steve and Bucky ran after (Y/N), who was running pretty fast.

“ON YOUR LEFT!” Bucky said as Steve shouted: “ON YOUR RIGHT!” to Sam.

Sam shouted in anger as two supersoldiers ran past him. (Y/N) heard it from the distance and she let out a laugh.

Bucky and Steve speed-ed up a little, running right next to each other to catch (Y/N).

(Y/N) was running as fast as she could, but that didn’t really stop the supersoldiers from catching her after a while.


“ON YOUR RIGHT!” They both shouted before running past her.

“Ugh.” She mumbled before speeding up, but that didn’t help her catching them. She stopped to catch her breath for a moment, sitting on a bank.

She saw a blue blur coming towards her, and the next thing she knows, Pietro is right in front of her, her back is pressed against a wall.

“Jesus!” (Y/N) said as she took a deep breath.

“Nope, just me.” Pietro said with a grin. She gave him an are-you-serious look.

“I am sorry printsessa.” He said, chuckling.

“You just looked like you could use a ride.” He added. 

“I am that slow, huh?”

“Unfortunetly.” He said, smirking.

She answered after rolling her eyes. 

“Time to bug the grandpas.” He said, smirking. He picked her up and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Luckily (Y/N) was now used to his speed. Pietro ran towards the supersoldiers, and he slowed down to their level, only so they could both yell: “BEEP BEEP!”

Then Pietro zoomed away, as both of the supersoldiers whined. Pietro ran another round, then stopped next to Sam.

(Y/N) and Pietro yelled again at the same time: “BEEP BEEP!”

It was really annoying.

Sam shouted after them as they laughed.

After few more rounds of running and messing with the super soldiers, they all met at the entrance of the park.

(Y/N) and Pietro laughed at their impressions.

“I hate you guys.” Sam said, wiping his forehead.

“That is cheating.” Steve said, looking like a golden retriever puppy.

“It is fun.” Pietro said, smirking as he let (Y/N) down. Steve rolled his eyes as Bucky watched him, amused.

“I am really hungry. Let’s get breakfest.” (Y/N) said, and before even she could take a breath, Pietro picked her back up and shouted, “KEEP UP LOSERS.” then zoomed to the tower.

* I laughed as Pietro let me down, we were in the kitchen.

“That was amazing!” I said turning to him.

“I know. Their faces were priceless!” He said and joined laughing with me.

“You know how much more we can make this morning amazing?” He said with a deep voice after a moment, took a step towards me.

“Enlighten me.” I said playfully as I took a step back. He took a step towards me again, and I took another step back for fun. That continued ‘till he had me pressed to the counter. He placed each hand on the counter, trapping me. I looked at him with playful eyes.

I couldn’t deny the connection between us, neither could he. He leaned in a little, making my heart beat go faster. I held my breath, waiting for him to do something. Our bodies were too close, I


him to do something.

“Mornin’.” Natasha walked in with Bruce. Pietro pulled away immediatly, before they could even see our position. I let out my breath, trying to pull myself together. I could see that Pietro loved the affect he had on me.

“Oh look! The love birds are awake.” I cheered as they took a seat.

“Good morning losers, (Y/N).” Tony said as he walked in. I chuckled.

“Good morning.” I said. He took a seat too.

“What do we eat?” Pietro said as he walked over to the fridge.

“I’ll make pancakes!” I said, my voice happy. They all went 'yaay’ as a joke like little kids. Pietro took a seat as I got the frying pan.

“Good morning, friends.” Thor said as he walked in.

“Hey.” Everyone greeted him as he took a seat too. I made pop-tarts before he could ask. I started whistling as I kept making pancakes.

“Someone, help.” I called out. Natasha walked up to me.

“Nutella, cheese.” I said and she took them out and put them on the table.

“Gentlemen, get your asses up. Someone make a coffe. And I want latte.” I said and they got up, everyone got to work.

“Why don’t we have maids again?” Pietro asked, whining.

“Not safe for 'em.” Tony answered.

“You guys don’t look like having a hangover?” I said, more like a question.

“We didn’t drink that much. And Tony is used to it.” Natasha answered for all of them.

“Hey.” Steve, Sam and Bucy got in, greeting everyone.

“Took you boys long enaugh.” I said, smirking.

“Oh come on. You wouldn’t be here if Sonic didn’t carry you.” Sam said, taking a seat.

“Hey! I beat your ass Wilson.” I said as I took the plate full of pancakes I made and walked over to the table. He rolled his eyes.

“You guys went for a run?” Bruce asked, taking a huge bite from his pancake.

“Yup.” Pietro answered.

“Take a picture next time. I want to see their faces.” Natasha said.

“Yeah me too.” Tony said as he high-fived Natasha.

“Where is Peter? I thought he would stay in the tower.” Bruce asked.

“I sent him home.” I answered.

“Where are the others?”

“Pepper and Rhodey had to took off early for work. Bartons did too.”

“So, about last night, anything happend after we left?” Natasha asked, looking at us.

“Well, uh-“I didn’t know how to answer.

"Nothing besides the son of a bitch you sat (Y/N) up with trying to take an advantage of her.” Pietro answered sarcasticly.

Everyone looked up, eyes widened.

“What?” Natasha, Bruce and Tony asked at the same time with a harsh tone.

“Nothing. Just a—” Sam cut me off.

“No worries. Bucky beat the shit out of the guy.” Everyone went quiet for a moment, I saw Tony looking at Bucky, Steve looked pretty uncomfortable, Sam looked pissed off, Bruce was looking at us like waiting for us to tell more, Thor was obviously angry remembering the thing, Natasha was looking at the ground, not saying anything. I knew she would problebly feel guilty. And oh god, she looked like she could murder someone with her eyes.

I saw Bucky’s jaw clenching and Pietro’s hands turning into fists with the corner of my eye.

“Even if they weren’t there, I could handle it. Yes-uh I was kind of drunk but I could still handle it.” I said, earning glares from everyone.

“I am fine!” I said, they still kept glaring. Wanda and Vision walked in that moment.

“Good morning.” They said before taking a seat.

Everyone was still quiet.

We just ate the pancakes.


“NO. None of you boys are going to beat him, again.” I said, pointing my finger at them.

“Beating him? I was meaning to break his hand, tell me, which one did he use, right or left?” Tony asked, and he wasn’t kidding.

I gave him a serious look.

“You are all overreacting.” I said as I sat back.

“Overreacting? The only reason we pulled Bucky off the guy is that we were worried he could kill him.” Steve said and Sam nodded.

“He couldn’t do anything worse. I am fine. Now all of you will leave it.” I said with a serious voice. All of them mumbled something, whined.

“I’ll go check on Natasha.” I said before getting up, walking to the terrace. I figured she might be there.

She was in the terrace, alone, sitting on the couch.

“Hey Red.” I said and she turned to me, I could see that she felt guilty.

“I am tru-”

“No you don’t have to be sorry. Shut up.” She looked away.

“Come on Red! It is okay.” I said as I jumped next to Natasha.


“No! Don’t be sorry. Shit happens.” I said and she just looked at me.

I smiled at her.

“That fucking asshole if I fi-”

“Hey hey! Let’s go outside, okay? Let’s take Wanda out. We’ll have a girls night out.” I said.

“We’ve never had a girls night out.”

“I know. Good time to do right? Let’s go shopping, like normal chicks do.” I said as I pulled her up on her feet.

“I think we should take the grandpas too. We can do girls night other time. They need some good clothes.” She said.

“Didn’t they go do that with Tony?”

“They need a woman’s touch.” I smirked.


“So you guys are saying that we will go shopping?” Steve asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Yes Cap.” I said as I took Tony’s car keys.

“What for?” Pietro asked.

“We will get you people some good clothes.” Natasha said, smiling.

“Yup! We will.” I said as I stood next to her, smiling just like she is.

“(Y/N) I already told you I don’t want Victoria’s—” Wanda started to speak, only to be cut off by me and Natasha.

“Shut it Maximoff.” We both said at the same time, which was clearly weird for them. But me and Natasha were used to it by now.

Wanda rolled her eyes as we dragged her to the car.

I threw Natasha one of the keys, she caught it.

“You take Maximoff’s. I take grandpas.” She said and I nodded. Natasha walked over to the black Lamborghini as I took the twins to a red Ferrari. We were only 6, but we problebly couldn’t fit into one car.

I sat on the driver’s seat as Pietro sat on the front seat. I turned on the car and drove out of the garage.

“We need to get you some nice sneakers.” I said, looking at Pietro’s damaged sneakers.

“I bought these a month ago.”

“Why don’t we ask Tony to build you something? Like some sneakers that can handle your speed?” I asked.

“He would do that?” He asked, surprised.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t he?”

It took about five minutes to arrive at the mall.

“What do we start with?” I asked Natasha, who parked next to me as I got out of the car.

“Calvin Klein.” She said showing us a credit card.

“Tony said we could spend 'how much we damn want’.” She said. I smirked, this was going to be fun.


I popped my bubble gum as I picked boxers for the guys. Steve was kind of uncomfortable, Bucky wasn’t showing any emotion and Pietro was obviously amused.

“Are you guys sure about the size?” I asked, they were pretty huge.

“No.” That was the answer I was expecting. I took a look at their waists, then the private area, I chose the sizes I guessed.

Grandpas looked uncomfortable, but Pietro was enjoying it.

“Then you are gonna have to try them on.” I said as I passed the three the pairs I chose.

“We will try on boxers?” Steve asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah Spangles. Go.” I said, pushing him to the trying rooms.

“This is awkward.” Wanda said, standing next to me, watching the boys walk to the trying rooms.

I chuckled. “I know.”

“It is fun.” Natasha said, I high-fived her.

We waited boys to come out, then Natasha bought the boxers with the creadit card.

Me and Natasha dragged them to another store afterwards. We both started to search as they stood next to us like we are their mothers or something. I chose some nice shirts and some jeans for Bucky.

“Let’s go try these on!” I said and held his hand, dragged him towards the trying rooms. He didn’t complain.

“Okay, try the white shirt first!” I said cheerfully, then handed him the things I chose. I could see that he didn’t really like trying on, but he didn’t say anything. He shut the door behind him.

“And I want to see it!” I said, loud enugh for him to hear. And for a moment, I thought he chuckled. Maybe he did, I wasn’t sure. He got out seconds later.

The shirt I chose for him suited perfectly. It looked perfect with the black jeans. He looked amazing.

“Woah Barnes.” I said, checking him out.

“You really liked it?” He asked.

“Yes! Let me help you with that.” I said and walked over to him, he didn’t button his shirt correctly.

I un-buttoned them, not realizing how close we were standing. I did my best not to stare at his abs. I could feel him looking down at me, I didn’t mind.

“Okay, it is perfect. Are you comfortable in it?” I asked, checking the shirt.


“Okay, then try on the next thing. We are buying this one.”

He tried on everything I gave him, and it all suited him perfectly except a few t-shirts that were clearly small for him.

After 20 minutes, we got out of that place with many bags. Pietro now had a v-neck black tight t-shirt that made him look so hot, and a few other t-shirts, some jeans, Natasha got Steve a tone of new clothes, and I got Bucky about 10 piece of clothing.

“One more round for boys, then Wanda.” I nodded to Natasha.


“Fury should have got her in the team sooner.” Pietro said to Steve and Bucky nodded.

“I know.” Steve answered. They were watching Natasha, (Y/N) and Wanda picking clothes for them.

“She is full of life, isn’t she?” Steve said, smiling at (Y/N) who is currently making Wanda laugh with a stupid joke.

“She is.” Bucky said. After a few minutes later, (Y/N) came to them and handed Steve some tight-shirts which she thought he would look 'hot’ in them.

“Didn’t we get enaugh?” Steve asked, smiling.

“Nope.” She answered, smiling back.

“Now go try them on. I am waiting.” She said as she pushing to the trying rooms. Steve chuckled.

Then she made Pietro try on some leather jackets, picked a beautiful watch for Bucky.

After half an hour later, they were finally done shopping for the boys. They went into another store for Wanda.

Like any other men, Bucky, Steve and Pietro found a place to sit to wait for them.

“This is boring.”

“I know.”

“I don’t know how can they do that all day.”

“Me too.”


“Wanda!” I called out to her and she turned to me, I showed her a red dress.

“(Y/N)- I don’t-”

“Uh shut it.” Natasha said as she pulled her to the trying rooms.

At least an hour has passed while we were looking clothes for Wanda, we went to lots of diffrent stores, dragging the boys with us to every single one of them. They weren’t really happy but they acted like gentlemen and didn’t complain. When we were finally done, I took them to an Italian restaurant. We all ate pizza then drove back home.

When we walked in to the common room with full of bags in our hands, all the eyes turned to us.

“Look, mean girls are back from shopping!” Tony cheered and I rolled my eyes.

I threw myself on the couch, next to Thor.

“Hey shellhead.” Natasha said as she took a seat too.

“What did you guys buy?” Peter asked.

“We got the twins and grandpas some good clothes.”

“By 'some’ she means a tone of 'em.” Steve said sarcasticly.

“We are awesome. We chose the best stuff.” I said to Natasha and we high-fived.

“So you guys had fun while Tony forced us to guess how many fingers he was holding up behind him?” Bruce asked, raising eye-brows.

We chuckled.

“You should have come.”

“So what do we do now?” Tony asked, he was clearly bored.

“We can pla-” I started to speak, only to be cut off by Steve.

“We are not playing any drinking games.” He said. I whined.

“What about-” Sam started to speak, only to be cut off by Steve again.

“We are not playing Strip Poker either.” Sam rolled his eyes.

Peter chuckled.

“We can-”

“We are not playing cards Spangles.” Tony cut him off. I couldn’t help but laugh at Steve’s expression.

“Let’s just watch Netflix.” Thor said and got the remoter.

“Good idea. What are we gonna watch?” Pietro asked.

“Friends!” Me and Peter answered at the same time. Everyone looked at us as we did a bro-fist.

I got the remoter from Thor and opened Friends.

Then we started binge-watching. Everybody loved the show, especially Thor. He laughed at every single joke, I was surprised when he got the references. There were parts where we all laughed, well unfortunately except Bucky. He was watching it, he seemed to enjoy it but I didn’t even catch a chuckle.

After half an hour later, I had to switch positions because I couldn’t feel my ass. I walked over to Bucky and layed down, put my head on his lap.

His human hand went automaticly to my hair, and he started to play with them. I didn’t know how much we stayed like that.

“Okay I am done. I can’t feel my legs.” Sam said and we didn’t click 'the next episode’ this time. I got up like others did.

“What time is it?”


“Holy shit. We’ve been watching this for 5 hours?” I chuckled.

“Good show, huh?” I asked.

“Yeah.” They all mumbled.

“I can’t believe none of you seen it before.” Peter said.

“We all saw an episode or two.”

“Oh my god is that a Nintendo WII?” I asked as I saw the Nintendo WII. I immediatly walked towards it.

“Yupp.” Tony said proudly.

“How come I haven’t seen it before?” I went through the games Tony had, I smirked when I saw Mario Kart.

I raised it to the others.

“Who wants to go a few rounds?” I asked, still smirking.

“I’ll take that smirk as a challenge.” Tony said, pointing his finger at me.

“Bring it on Stark.”

Natasha chuckled. “This will be fun to watch.”

“Wanna make a bet?” Sam asked, smiling. “I really need some cash.” He added.

Natasha raised her eyebrows at him. “Okay Wilson. I’ll have my money on (Y/N).”

“Okay, I was going to say Stark anyways.” He answered.

“How much?” Natasha asked.

“I really like where this is going.” Pietro said as he took a seat, watching the others. Everyone else sat back except me, Tony, Sam and Natasha.


“DAMN IT! I DEMAND A REMATCH! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!” Tony shouted as he threw the controller away.

“HAHAHA! YEAH! I WON! I WON!” I jumped, cheering.

“I DEMAND A REMATCH!” Tony shouted again.

“WE ALREADY HAD A REMATCH! I WON! HAHA!” I kept cheering. Natasha ran and hugged me, then shouted: “YOU KNOW OWE ME 150 BIRDy 2.0!”

Wanda laughed at Sam’s expression.

“You shouldn’t have raised the bet.” She said to Sam, smiling. He shot her a glare as she kept laughing with Pietro.

“Clint is going to love this.” Peter said as he looked at his phone.

“I took a video.” He explained.

“Really? Can I watch? I would like to see myself beating Tony’s ass.” I said before walking over to him, Steve chuckled.

“There is finally someone who can beat Tony at video games.” He said, I smiled to him.

Peter played the video. The video inclueded me and Tony jumping on our seats and shouting at each other, and my laughter every time I won.

“Delete this.” Tony said harshly.



I kissed Tony’s cheek.

“Let’s get you some ice cream. It may help you with the feeling of defeat.” I said as I held his hand, pulling him towards the kitchen.

I made him take a seat, then took the chocolate ice cream out from the fridge, I didn’t take bowls or anything I was too lazy for it. I got two spoons and the ice cream box and sat in front of Tony.

“We should have got you sooner on the team.” He said as he took the spoon and opened the box.

“Why is that?” I asked as I got my spoon and filled my mouth with ice-cream.

“You are like a glue, keeping everyone together. We did hang out before you too of course, but not like this.” He said, smiling.

“I am glad about that.” I said, my mouth filled with ice cream. He chuckled at my voice.

“I want some too.” Steve said as he walked in, followed by Bucky. He took a spoon for himself and Bucky and they sat down.

I heard Natasha’s scream and turned to Steve.

“Is she-”

“Playing mario kart with Sam? Yes.” Steve answered chuckling. Then 3 of us, me, Steve and Tony ate lots of ice cream and chatted, Bucky just watched us.

“Hey, have some ice cream.” I said to Bucky, pushing the box a little closer to him.

He looked at me, surprised. Then he took his spoon from the table and ate some.

“This is really good.” He said, making me smile.

“Of course it is Robocop. Want some oreos with them?” Tony said as he got up, took the oreos out of the cupboard.

He passed Bucky the oreos, then sat back. Bucky thanked him seconds later, I could see that he felt kind of weird. I didn’t think he got used to being offered things yet.

“Oh food!” Peter cheered as he ran to the table, sat next to me. Bruce walked in a moment later as we all heard Sam’s and Natasha’s screams.

“Someone should stop them.” He said as he sat down, took an oreo.

“No, someone should take a video.” I said, earning a smirk from Tony.

“Pietro is. They look ridiculous screaming at each other.” Peter said.

“I hope they won’t kill each other.”

“Do we have more ice cream?” Steve asked.

“Yeah. I’ll get some.” I said as I walked to the fridge, got the ice cream.

“Thank you.” He said as he opened the box. I smiled watching Bucky and Steve eating like animals together.  Who knew Captain America couldn’t eat ice cream without having it all over his face? I took out my phone to take a picture, I just couldn’t help it. I needed it in my phone. I chuckled as I took the photo.

“(Y/N)! Delete it.” He whined.

“No way chocolate face.” Tony answered for me as I showed him and Bruce the picture I just took.

“Wow. Captain America can’t eat ice cream without having it all over his face.” Bruce said, joking.

“Well the Hulk has oreo crunches all over his shirt.” I said, pointing his shirt.

“I kicked your ass Wilson.”

“You cheated!” I heard their voices again, they were walking towards the kitchen.

“Ooh ice cream.” Sam seemed to forget everything when he saw the ice cream. He took 5 spoons and passed one to Natasha, the twins ad Thor.

“Couldn’t you guys just get a bowl?” Natasha said as she pulled the ice cream box towards her.

“Who needs a bowl?” Peter asked, his voice not so clear because of all the oreos he had in his mouth.

Sam pulled the ice cream box, and Pietro pulled it away from him. A little argument happend between them, then Thor just got it.

I took my phone again, the Avengers sharing an ice cream box and fighting over it had to be pictured. I didn’t even try to do it secretly, they weren’t realizing I was, they were too busy fighting about it.

Who knew The Earth’s Mightiest Heroes were actually hooligans living in a tower together.

“It can just stay in the middle!”

“The place you are calling 'middle’ isn’t even the middle!”

After we ate all the ice-cream, we went back to the common room, and I forced everyone to do a lip sync battle with me. I was actually wanting karaoke, but my voice wasn’t so great.

I finally convinced Natasha and Tony, others were harder to convince.

Me and Natasha forced Tony to go first. He took a hair-brush to use it like a mic, and we all took seats. He stood right in front of the couch all of us were sitting on.

“I can’t believe you guys are doing this.” Steve said.

“Hush Capsicle.” Tony said. Then he used the hair-brush as a mic and spoke: “Now, ladies and gentlemen, my first song’s name is Bitch Better Have My Money, by Rihanna.”

“Let’s go F.R.I.D.A.Y.!” Tony cheered and F.R.I.D.A.Y. started to play the song.

Bitch better have my money!
Y'all should know me well enough
Bitch better have my money!
Please don’t call me on my bluff
Pay me what you owe me!”

We all bursted into laughter, and I caught a really small smile from Bucky, which made me happier than I was.

Louis 13 and it’s all on me, you just bought a shot
Kamikaze if you think that you gon’ knock me off the top
Shit, your wife in the backseat of my brand new foreign car
Don’t act like you forgot, I call the shots, shots, shots
Like blah, brrap, brrap”

Pay me what you owe me, don’t act like you forgot!“

Tony kept lip syncing with his dance, my cheeks started to hurt from smiling. His dance was awesome, and the way he lip synced…It was going to be hard to beat.

He dropped the hair-brush when he was finished.

"That was amazing!” I managed to say between my laughter.

“Well played Stark!” Natasha said, chuckling.

After we all cheered for Tony, I picked the hair-brush from the ground and acted all serious.

“My first song is called Uma Thurman, by Fallout Boy.” I said and they all clapped as a joke, whistling for me.

I started lip syncing as F.R.I.D.A.Y. played the song, dancing slowly, shaking my hips.

She wants to dance like Uma Thurman
Bury me 'til I confess
She wants to dance like Uma Thurman
And I can’t get you out of my head”

I kept doing my stupid dance, earning laughter from all of them, and again a smile from Bucky.

I dropped the mic and took a bow when I was finished, everyone was cheering and clapping for me.

I laughed as I sat back to my seat.

“Good performance sweet cheeks!” Tony high-fived me as Peter kept cheering.

“Clint will love this.” Natasha said, smirking.

“You took a video?” I asked, judging.

“Of course! And Tony’s too.” She said, chuckling.

“Okay Romanoff. Your turn.” Tony said.

“You really didn’t think I was going to, did you?” She asked, smiling.

“Oh come on!”

“Thats not fair!”

“Can someone else go? Come on!” I looked at others. It looked impossible to get them up. After a few minutes, I finally convinced Natasha to duet with me.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. played Hey Mama by Nicki Minaj.

We both started to lip sync at the same time as the song started.

Yes I be your woman
Yes I be your baby
Yes I be whatever that you tell me when you ready
Yes I be your girl, forever your lady
You ain’t never gotta worry, I’m down for you baby..

.” We both started to shake our hips slowly to the music, then started to silly dance as a joke.

Our team-mates started to cheer and whistle.

Best believe that when you need that
I’ll provide that you will always have it
I’ll be on deck keep it in check
When you need that I'mma let you have it

” We slowed our dance and smirked at each other.  We shook our hips slowly, then started to dirty dance. It was time to tease the boys. Actually Natasha just wanted to play with Bruce, but why wouldn’t I join her?

You beatin’ drum like dum di di dey
I love the dirty rhythm you play
I wanna hear you calling my name
Like hey mama mama hey mama mama (Hey)
Banging the drum like dum di di dey
I know you want it in the worst way
I wanna hear you calling my name
Like hey mama mama hey mama mama (Hey)”
Bruce’s eyes were on Natasha, he looked like he just lost his shit. Pietro’s eyes were all over my body, Bucky had a look on his face that I couldn’t solve. Others didn’t seem to be bothered, they just kept whistling.

“Be my woman, girl, I'mma
Be your man
Be my woman, girl, I’ll
Be your man…”

We kept doing our dance as we lip synced.

Natasha backed away a little when the rap part came.

Whole crew got the juice
Your dick game the truth
My screams is the proof
Them other dudes get the deuce
I might speed in the coupe
Leaving this interview
It ain’t nothin’ new, I been fuckin’ with you
None of them bitches ain’t taking you,
Just tell them to make a U (Make a U)
Huh, that how it be, I come first like debuts, huh
So baby when you need that, give me that word
I’m no good, I’ll be bad for my baby”

I lip synced the rap part as others cheered for me.

After the song was finished, we dropped our hair-brushes and posed as a joke, trying hard not to laugh.

“Cap, sorry you had to hear all that swearing and the dirty lyrics.” Peter said to Steve, teasing him. Steve rolled his eyes.

“Yeah Stevie, we are sorry.” I said.

“Will you guys let that go?”



“Never.” I chuckled at their talk before sitting back on my seat.

“Liked my dance Speedy?” I asked, smirking.

“Oh he loved it.” Tony answered for Pietro, earning a glare from him.


(Y/N) kept murmuring Pink Floyd as she shut her eyes, hugging her pillow. She couldn’t sleep, which was really weird for her because she was deeply asleep last night, even though she had a nightmare. Is Bucky the reason I could sleep? Of course he is idiot, don’t you remember how safe you felt in his arms?, she thought to herself.

Then she kicked her blanket off her, she had been trying to sleep for at least an hour. She tried to think of someone else to sleep with, but she thought Bucky might have need someone too, so she just got out of her room, shut the door and knocked his.

He opened the door seconds later, guessing it was (Y/N).

“Hey Barnes.” She said, smiling a little. He stepped aside, let her in.

“Hi doll.” He answered, shutting the door behind her.

“I am sorry if I woke you up. I couldn’t sleep without you.” (Y/N) confessed, taking a deep breath.

Bucky was relieved she felt the same way. He couldn’t sleep either.

“I can’t sleep without you too.” He said.

“Okay soldier, then let’s sleep shall we?” She said, jumping on his bed. Bucky smiled, even though she couldn’t see it.

Bucky turned off the light and walked back to his bed, layed next to (Y/N).

Now what they were going to do? Cuddle again? They didn’t know.

(Y/N) got close to him, she felt better that way, Bucky took that as a sign and pulled her to his arms. Her back was against his front, his arms were wrapped around her, she could feel his breath at the back of her neck. They were so close, she could feel his chest rising and coming back to normal as he breathed.

“Thank you.” She said, her voice really low.

“I already told you that you don’t have to thank me.”

“No I ha-”

“No you don’t.” He said.

“How is your neck?” He asked.

“It is nothing Buck. I already told you it doesn’t hurt.”

“Don’t lie.”

“I am not.” She feared that he would feel guilty, he had no reason too.

“I am sorr-”

“I already told you that you don’t have to apologise.” She repeated his words, changing into her version.

“Can I see it?” He asked a moment later, he turned on the lamp that was on his night stand.

“No.” She answered, not turning to him. He knew what she was doing.


“Can’t we just sleep?” Bucky turned her to him gently then he tilted her head to get a better look at the wound he caused.

He took a deep breath. He felt awful. How could he hurt her?

“Bucky it is okay.”

Bucky took her right hand, and looked at the other wound The Winter Soldier caused before.

“You didn’t do these.” She pulled her hand away.

“The Winter Soldier did.” She added, sitting up straight like he was.

He was looking down, he looked sad, broken.

“Hey.” She forced him to look at her.

“We already talked about this Buck.” She said, looking at his gorgeus blue eyes.

“I know, I just, uh-”

“I understand. You don’t have to explain.” She gave him a small smile.

“Now let’s just sleep, okay?” She layed back down, turning to him. He turned off the light and layed back down like she did. She layed her head on his bare chest, wrapped her arm around his waist as he held her.

“You like sleeping shirtless, soldier?” She said as a joke, making him chuckle. She was happy she finally caught a chuckle from him.

“And you like sleeping with your pink pajama shorts, doll?” He answered with the same playful tone she used.

She chuckled like he did.

“Good night Bucky.”

“Good night (Y/N).”


I had a night without nightmares, and full of sleep. It was amazing and pretty shocking.

“G'Mornin’."I mumbled, shutting my eyes back.

"Good morning.” His voice was a lot more clear than mine. I looked up at him.

“How long have you been awake?”

“A few minutes.” He answered and I got out of his arms, strecthed.

“What time is it?” He checked his phone.

“9am.” It wasn’t that late, so I decided to lay down a bit longer. I layed back next to him.

“Had a good sleep?” I asked, turning to him.

“Yeah.” He answered.

“Were you comfortable? I mean I was techinicly laying on top of you.” I said.

“I already told you that I am.” He answered.

“I know, just checking.” I said as I pushed the hair out of his face. I could see he was relaxing under my touch. I played with his hair as he shut his eyes.

I could see that he enjoyed me playing with his hair, so I got  closer to him to get a better position.

He fell asleep after a while. I smiled. He looked so cute, peaceful.

I couldn’t believe I made him fall asleep.

I slowly got up, trying not to wake him up. I walked towards the door and got out, head towards my room. I took a  shower, did my washing up then dressed up, went back to his room. I


Bucky woke back up, he felt cold, so his hand went directly to the other side of the bed, checking for (Y/N). His hand met the cold sheets, he felt…bad? He didn’t like laying on his bed alone, he needed her.

Fortunetly she walked back into his room that moment. She smiled at him when she saw that he was up.

“I can’t believe I fell asleep.” He said, getting up.

“You were so peaceful. I should play with your hair more often.” She answered, smiling. He smiled a little, twisting her stomach. Then he walked over to his wardrobe, got a clean t-shirt and put it on.

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“Let’s get some breakfest. ” I said when he put his shirt on and got out of his bed, walked over to the door, got out of his room. I waited for himto pull his hair in a bun, then I held his hand and dragged him out of the room. We walked towards the kitchen, me still holding his hand.

I liked hugging him, holding his hand, being close to him. It made me feel safe, it felt like home. I didn’t know if I had feelings for him or anything, I just knew that I wanted him around.

All eyes turned to us when we entered.

“Good morning.” I said as I let go of Bucky and walked over to the fridge.

“Nice dress.” Pietro said, looking at my floral dress.

“Thank you.” I said, giving him a cute smile.

“Pink looks good on you sweet cheeks.” I smirked at Tony. I took out the milk from the fridge, got a bowl, got some cereal from the cupboard and a spoon, then sat took a seat like the others. I saw Bucky got an apple from Steve.

“What plans do we have for today?” I asked as I started to eat my cereal.


“Okay, we have now.” I answered, smiling.

“No, we are not playing Mario Kart.” Tony said, looking offened.

“Oh, don’t worry sweetie I wouldn’t want you too get more sad anyway.” I said, squeezing his cheek.

He glared at me as others chuckled.

“What is our plan?” Wanda asked.

“We can watch Friends. Then we’ll do phone-jokes. To Clint of course, and Fury.”

“I like it.” Sam said, giving me a thumbs up.

“I am in.”

“What happend to being adults?” Natasha asked, smirking.

“We have been adults for long enaugh.” I answered.

“Oh and I’ll show you guys how to use Snapchat.”


“If I had a boy, I would name him Luke so I could make DarthVader jokes.” Sam said, making me chuckle.

“Good one!” I said as others mumbled how crappy it was.

“I don’t understand, why wou-” I cut Thor off.

“Nevermind Thor.” Bruce said, smiling.

“I understood!” Steve cheered.

“Me too. (Y/N) made me watch it.” Bucky said and I smiled at them.

“Okay I got one.” Tony said and we all turned to him. We were in the common room, sitting/laying on the couches, just chatting.

“I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me.” He said and we all went silent for a moment, then laughed.

“That was gross.”

“It was funny.”

“Awesome!” I high-fived Tony, then put my hand back in Pietro’s hair, who was laying on the couch, his head on my lap. I played with his silver hair.

“We should phone prank Clint.” Peter suggested.

“Oh I like it.” Natasha said as she took out her phone.

“Make sure it is on as unknown number.” Tony said before walking over to her.

“Okay, okay. I got this. Everyone quiet.” Natasha sushed everyone and dialed Clint, then put it on speaker so we could hear it.

“Alo?” Clint answered the phone.

“Hii, do you guys have any toilet paper?” She said, her voice coming out just like an old lady.

“What?” Clint asked, confused.

“Toilet paper, I need some right now.” Natasha answered, I covered my mouth so I wouldn’t laugh. She was doing an amazing job.

“I am sorry ma'am–”

“I am just asking you to bring some over.” She cut him off, acting like she was offened.

“Wait isn’t this Danny?” She added.

“No ma'am, wrong number.”

“Oh, lord I am soo sorry. It is just I haven’t spoken to anyone in such a long time. Please stay in line with me I don’t want to lose anyone else, since my husband passed away it is just soo hard.” She said, her voice like she was crying.

“Could you come over and take care of me?” She added.

“No, I-uh I am sorry- Wha-?”

“How can you say that to an old lady?” She said, her voice angry this time.

I did my best not to laugh.

“Could you at least tell me your story or a joke I haven’t laughed in years.” She added, her voice back to crying.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke again.

“I’ll tell you a story, once upon a time a few losers decided to disturb people with stupid phone pranks! Some of us have things to do!”

Then we all bursted into laughter, and Bucky smiled!

“No, I-uh I am sorry- Wha-?” Tony did an impression of him, and I started to laugh even harder.

Clint sighed before hanging up.

When we were all done laughing and doing impressions of him, I got up from the couch and head towards the kitchen.

I checked the fridge to see if there is any food, there was nothing. And I really felt like having a pizza.

“CAN WE ORDER PIZZA?” I shouted so they could hear me from the common room.



“YEAH LET’S ORDER IN.” They said so I just had a glass of water than went back to the common room.

“It is not healthy we are always having pizza.” Steve said.

“We love pizza.” Tony answered.

“Me too, but it is not healthy.”

“Shut up Rogers.” Natasha said as Tony dialed the number.

“What do you guys want?”

“Anything that is pizza.” I answered and everyone else nodded.

“(Y/N), I believe I still haven’t understood this app thing you called 'Snapchat’.” Thor said, and I walked towards him. I got his iphone Tony got for him, and opened Snapchat to tell him again. I told him how to use it, what is it for and it will be fun and etc.


“We seriously have to  get back to work.” Sam said, looking around.

“Yeah we do.” Natasha said, streching on her seat.

We were still in the common room, pizza boxes and plastic cups everywhere, chatting.

“When do we get back to work?” I asked, looking at Steve.

“How about now?” I heard a familier voice from the back of the room, the door step. Nick.

We all turned to that direction, saw Nick, all in black.

“Well, let the fun begin.” I said, smirking.


I love writing silly Avengers, haha :) I hope you guys enjoyed this, please tell me what you think& if you want me to continue writing. 

The Revenge Pursuance

I had an anonymous prompt of ‘Sheldon was drunk and wanted Amy to take care of him so he called Amy to bring him home. After they entered Sheldon’s house, Sheldon cuddled her tightly and told Amy she was so cute repeatedly’.
I was already working on this fic upon receiving this lovely prompt and thought the themes were pretty similar so I hope this is okay nonny! Part 2 tomorrow. Hope you enjoy x

Part 1 

Kripke stood and raised his glass to take his turn.

He staggered slightly before regaining his balance by resting a hand on Raj’s shoulder.

The other gentlemen sat with their glasses raised; their gaze moved from the man of the hour over to Barry whose shoulders were drooped low and eyes appeared to be having trouble focusing.

“Sheldon, congratulations. I know you and I haven’t always been on the greatest terms but I am genuinely happy for you and Amy. I mean, you’ve bagged yourself one hell of a girl. Amy’s just…she’s sweet, she’s smart and she’s beautiful…” he trailed off reminiscently.

Sheldon looked at Leonard in confusion. He felt uncomfortable hearing Kripke talk about his fiancée this way. However, unaware of the uncomfortable atmosphere he was creating, Barry continued.

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It's a HYDRA thing

Berlin 1945,

The war was over, the allies won over the Axis and now America and Brittain were busy to capture all the HYDRA tech before the Russians did. They already had Zola captured and with the Skull gone, there was only 1 head left. Baron Wolfgang von Strucker.

“Come on Wolfgang, we are going to miss our flight to South America.” Mengele spoke rapidly as he hurried over the field, through the dark night. The young leader quickly followed the insane doctor of Auswitch with heavy suitcases in his grip. He did not want to be captured, Strucker would face trial and be hanged like the others. The sound of brittish men yelling and flashlights made him look back and run faster. Mengele was already in the plane that was hidden but when Strucker tried to jump in, his leg was grabbed by one of the dogs.

Being dragged out of the plane, Mengele left without him, ditching him for his own skin and soon Strucker was worked to the ground and arrested. He would be brought to justice but not on the way he would think it was to happen.


His eyes were uncovered as he stared at Zola, Strucker frowned. “The food is good here, I suggest you will remain calm and listen to their offer.”


It was the summer of 1945, peace was finally upon Europe and though Japan was still putting up a fight, it was obvious that the Allies would soon win against what remained of the Axis. In the wake of losing Captain America, all of the SSR’s focus was put upon gathering up what remained of HYDRA’s tech and their goons and very soon, their heads. In fact, a large group of British officers was on the trail of one Wolfgang Von Strucker, a man Peggy knew all too well.

Orders were given that he was to be captured but not put on trial. Rather, they would use him to further their goals and keep them under constant watch to make sure no sabotage was afoot.

As soon as Strucker had been captured, he was put into an interrogation room for Agent Carter to address. Heels click slowly along the concrete floor as she enters the room and takes her seat across from the tied up men at the table. 

“Gentlemen. The offer is this: work for us and you shall not be tried. Any noticed attempt at sabotage will end in death. Clear?”

Scenes From an Italian Restaurant

I blame lindysampson​. This show, this ship, this fic, it’s all her fault.
Read it here on Ao3.

“The tilapia looks good,” Cameron remarks absently as he looks the menu over. His comment draws Kirsten’s attention away from the other diners and back to their own table. “What are you ordering?”

Briefly, Kirsten glances over the menu in her hands before telling him, “The steak.”

Now that they’re out of the lab and in the restaurant, with full clearance from Maggie, all Kirsten really cares about it figuring out which of their fellow diners is the enigmatic Mr. Snow she’d heard mentioned in her most recent stitch.

That means it’s up to Cameron to keep them from looking too suspicious.

Kirsten doesn’t even notice when their waiter brings the breadbasket to their table, she’s too busy staring down two elderly gentlemen a few tables over.

Fortunately, neither of them seems to notice the strange blonde ogling them at the expense of her date.

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