Summary: Series: Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other. Part: The set-up.
Word Count: 1442
Author’s Note: Ok, lots of things:
Aaaah I’m going to try something totally new and try a lot of 1st person Bucky POV in this series! This first part is just testing the waters a bit, feedback is much much appreciated.
Changing my mind, this isn’t going to be a drabble series. I just couldn’t cut the parts up that short. It will be a short series though, 7 or 8 parts I think, definitely less than 10.
I am currently road tripping myself and will make a Series Masterlist page once I get to my final destination tonight.
I don’t have photoshop on this computer (waaah!) so if anyone wants to make me a banner for this series… I wouldn’t hate it. Otherwise I’ll try to piece one together with Gimp or some other free crap
Okay enough chatter!
“Alright, my turn,” Natasha smirks, taking her stance and firing an impeccably placed dart into the board. Damn it. Why did I agree to play her? She must play Clint all the time. She’s going to beat me.
“Best city for a night out.” She must have known Steve would give a less than satisfactory answer because she raises a finger towards him and specifies, “I mean, pick up a girl, one night stand, kind of night out.” I can’t help but snort thinking about Steve trying to talk himself into leaving after a one night stand. He’s so damn chivalrous.
“I don’t know what you’re laughing about, Buck,” Steve fires at me, “you’ve been on fewer dates than me in the last decade!”
That shut me up. He’s right, I haven’t really gotten back into the swing of it yet, haven’t really tried. I scowl at Steve before picking up my set of darts and flicking one into the target. “New York,” I answer, willfully ignoring Steve’s taunting.
I think this is the most antagonistic version of Stiles and Derek I’ve ever written. It was surprisingly fun.
Sterek high school AU,
~5.7k words, rated T. Title from the song “Enemies” by Shinedown.
Maybe it’s petty — okay, it most definitely is — but it just irritates Stiles that the universe makes people like Derek Hale. He’s practically superhuman at lacrosse; he’s been blessed by the puberty gods with stubble and muscles on top of muscles and not a pimple in sight; he spouts off effortless monologues in Spanish class while Stiles is still struggling to remember how to say “Can you repeat that?”; he could probably make a killing as a male model; and when he asked Lydia to study with him, she said yes. Like, seriously, what the fuck.
Klaroline with heavy Brotp Carenzo, I think I’ve had this half written for weeks. Based on this conversation, written as a sequel to this. A big thank you to @lynyrdwrites who should really yell at me more for procrastinating when I write things. Canon is a sad place which is happily ignored.
In hindsight, it
was a little unfair, shooting the messenger and all that. But Klaus Mikeaelson
firmly believed in an unfair world, where some people were simply so
unfortunate to be in the path of danger, or in this case, the path of an
unstable hybrid who had just received unpleasant news.
“Who. Is. He?”
The young vampire
in front of him just barely refrained from passing out in sheer terror, but
held on long enough to thrust a piece of paper at the hybrid before throwing
caution to the wind and making a run for it.
He could’ve gone
after the little coward, but Klaus had bigger fish to fry. Technically, he had
no right. She forced him away, he paid heed, and that was not something he did
lightly. He’d forsaken all contact, but it had been a very, very bad week, and was it so wrong to just want some information
on the one possible bright spot in his future?
Staring at the
marriage certificate in his hand, he wondered if that bright spot wasn’t dimming
by the second.
Another man might
have accepted this. He was no ordinary man. An ordinary man wouldn’t have
survived the entire contents of Rousseau’s liquor stock. An ordinary man
wouldn’t have chartered a private plane to Dallas, kept drinking the whole
flight over, and found himself standing outside an apartment door which he
might have gone to some severely
illicit measures to acquire the address of.
And an ordinary man
definitely wouldn’t have kicked the door down.
“But why lobsters?”
her eyes, “Because lobsters mate for life! And Ross loved Rachel for years, so
she’s his lobster, I don’t know why that’s so difficult to understand.”
Enzo just looked
skeptical, “You know, I’m pretty sure that’s not true.”
gone on for longer, but it was hard to bicker about marine biology when their
front door was being kicked open.
“Oh my god – Klaus what the fuck is wrong
years of rage and fury now stood in the doorway of their apartment, one
thousand years of inflicting cruelty and pain all in the man who was now
striding forward, radiating so much pent up tension that the two vampires on
the couch were too stunned to move.
For a one still
moment, there was just rage and silence. Finally, Klaus managed one word.
there something you need to tell me?” Enzo asked quietly, watching the seething
figure in front of them.
sighed heavily and made no move to get up. “Klaus, sit down.”
“Wait, this is Klaus? The Original bloke that
Damon went on about? The one that you shagged in the middle of a forest?”
a hand down her face, “Could we not revisit that right now?” She peeked between
her fingers to see Klaus still standing still, still angry, still no heart in
his hands. She’d mark that as a win. A part of her wondered just how much
immediate danger Enzo was in, but a bigger part of her just wanted to get on
with the epic ‘Friends’ marathon they were in the middle of.
“Mate, are you
going to say anything?”
Enzo quirked an
eyebrow, trying a muffle laughter which even his reckless nature told him would
probably not end well for anyone right now. “What do you think Goldilocks, too
many witches’ spells to the head?”
inelegantly. “Only if those spells came with a bottle of Jim Beam. Klaus, any
chance you could move? You’re blocking the TV.”
But the hybrid
was clearly beyond basic comprehension because he just blinked owlishly, his all-encompassing
fury giving way to complete bewilderment. He turned around slowly, taking in
the small, well decorated apartment, and back to the two people who were
definitely not cowering in fear.
“You’re married,” he managed to say again, only
he was less distracted with that fact, and more concerned with the fact that
the entire apartment seemed to be tilting ninety degrees.
“Not the vase, not the vase!” Caroline cried, wincing
as the aforementioned vase crashed to the ground, one hybrid passed out next to
“Relax, it was
ugly and you know it,” Enzo said flippantly, thoroughly amused by this turn of
“It was an
“It was hideous.”
“I put up with
you playing guitar at two in the morning, you deal with my decorating.”
“You said I was
“Not at two in
Enzo tossed a
cushion her way, which she easily batted away, directing it right on Klaus’
face. The hybrid, who had been so imposing five minutes ago, just gave a light
snore. Caroline wrinkled her nose at the smell of booze that was slowly
permeating her living room.
“What do we do
with him?” Enzo asked, stuffing his face with popcorn. “Because if I’m going to
be forced into hiding, I’d like to start packing.”
overdramatic,” Caroline said, rolling her eyes.
this the man who promised to be your ‘last love’?”
to face her husband, eyes narrowed dangerously. “And how do you know that?”
chucking a popcorn kernel at her. “You wouldn’t believe the stuff that comes
out once you’ve had a few too many drinks.”
Cursing her loose
tongue, she gave him a light kick and settled back against the couch. “Look,
Klaus and I have…history, but it’s been years,
so I really don’t think it’s going to be a problem.”
widened in comical disbelief, “Are you that thick? He just kicked down our door
because he found out you were married, and you don’t think you have a problem?”
“We should really
do something about the door,” Caroline muttered, craning her neck to see past
the doorframe and into the hallway where at least one neighbour poking their
head out. “Have a good night Mrs.
Papadakis!” she waved cheerily, and the old lady quickly ducked back inside her
Caroline moved to
get up, but a firm tug on the wrist stopped her and she turned to see Enzo
looking weirdly serious.
“Tell me really,
Goldilocks. You want him gone?”
She couldn’t help
but smile softly, knowing that if she said the word, he’d move hell and earth
to help her feel comfortable. “Klaus is an Original, Enzo. I doubt dumping him
in an alley will do any good.”
“I’d have a good
conversation with him as well,” he said cockily, “exert my husbandly
laughed out loud, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Thank you
husband, but I think I’ve got this
Enzo watched her
closely for a moment longer, making sure that she meant what she said, before
visibly relaxing. “Whatever you say darling, but I have a feeling he’s not
going to be having any conversations for a while.”
The hybrid in
question was still very much unconscious and Caroline was quickly becoming
aware of the stench of what smelled like several bottles of bourbon. “God, this
is a mess. You fix the door, I’ll get some air freshener.”
“What do we do
with Romeo?” Enzo stood over Klaus’ prone form and toed his body hesitantly.
him, running a hand through her hair. “Just put him on the couch and cover him
with a blanket.”
“And then what?”
“Then we get back
to the best show ever, obviously.”
I was stressed, to say the least. Training was rough. I had started working with weapons. Clint tried to teach me archery, and I was surprisingly good at it, though not as good as him. Nevertheless, I decided to stick to firearms.
Steve was constantly having to leave Pietro to work with me while he searched Bucky. School was just awful, and trying to balance homework with a super-secret spy life could get a little overwhelming. On top of all that, Loki was acting strange. Well, stranger.
He seemed more tentative around me, like he was still trying to formulate a plan for how to deal with me. I wasn’t sure what had brought on this sudden caution, but I was determined to eventually earn his trust.
Oriented by Introvert Feeling and Extraverted Intuition, they’re both highly idealistic and quietly tolerant of others’ choices. Introverted Feeling determines subjective values–convictions about hot life is best lived. Such values are trained by direct experience of good and bad behaviors, and they claim us from within. INFPs yearn to experience oneness with their circumstances, but Intuition prevents them from satisfying this longing as ISFPs do, by losing themselves in the physical activity. Intuition doesn’t push INFPs to act. It pushes them to interpret: to see potential of their thought and behaviors in terms of their ideals. An INFP using their Intuition incorrectly become somewhat passive, unable to articulate what they want but dissatisfied with what they’re doing.
Some INFPs find that ignoring others’ expectations doesn’t give them enough protection, and they turn to Introverted Sensation, their tertiary function, to keep their Feeling values intact. They literally avoid situations that don’t accord with their primary self-experience, forfeiting relationships rather than experience inner conflict. Introverted Sensation doesn’t help INFPs be “true to themselves.” It keeps them locked into things as they are. It turns their ideas into an external value system that defines some situations as congenial to their needs and others not, leaving them no choice but to stay out of the ones that aren’t. [Thomson]
Lestat ENTP [THE VISIONARY]
ENTPs are aggressive, expansive, and opportunistic in the best sense of the word. They have no doubt about the importance of what they’re doing, and they’re are their best when they feel challenged and have to improvise. They want to be inspired, are rarely content with things as they are. ENTPs are not necessarily aware of others’ needs or weaknesses, Their focus is usually on systems and how they shape reality. Others can experience the ENTP as alternately seductive, impatient, and indifferent, and such types are not above intimidating people with the mercurial nature of their mind. ENTPs assume that everyone is as strong and self-assertive as they are and as capable of defending their own interests. They may feel manipulated and exploited by people who need too much from them.
Inevitably, they make some enemies. This happens, in part, because they enjoy a good skirmish. But they also underestimate the effect of their behaviors on others. They can be puzzled and irritated by people’s expectations of them, especially if circumstances have dictated a change of heart or mind. They may even regard a person’s anger or disappointment as a tactical maneuver that they need to counter or escape from. Extreme types can seem downright hypomanic–unable to contain their own energy, intolerant, impulsive, full of passionate conviction, certain ordinary rules don’t apply to their own behavior. [Thomson]
Claudia ESFP [THE PERFORMER]
ESFPs have a good eye for detail and are aware of and interested in anything that appeals to the senses: food, clothing, style, art, music, amusement, sports, and so forth. They genrally enjoy “going with the flow” and will take pleasure in whatever is happening until it no longer seems enjoyable. ESFPs tend to be generous sorts, and they may seem vulnerable even naive, because they are inclined to surrender themselves to the moment without restraint. Whatever their in, they’re in wholeheartedly. In truth, these types are usually ambitious and want to be admired and respected, but they don’t make plans the way Judging types do; they don’t think in the step-by-step terms. They think perceptually, alert to opportunities life offers them.
Introverted Feeling encourages ESFPs to be interested in people. They notice the way people say things, how they look when they say them, the intonation of their voices, the language of their bodies. For this reason, they often know more than they realize about others’ states and intentions. They don’t like unpleasantness that can’t be handled with immediate action. If they get trapped in a situation they don’t want to be in, they will generally go along only until escape becomes possible. ESFPs are almost always aware of the effect they have on others. [Thomson]