i had a hard time sleeping last night thinking about this panel x)

Wrong Place, Right Time.

Request from anon: Hey. Love your writing. Can I request a fic where Reader sleeps naked. Bucky’s so exhausted after a mission he barely can keep his eyes open and doesn’t realize he’s off by a floor, quickly showers, and collapses into bed. Next morning Bucky wakes up with no way to leave the bed without waking Reader. Both of them are mortified when they realize what’s happened but eventually it leads to them revealing they’ve had feelings for each other for a long time. (Smut or fluff, but preferably both). <3

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 2,456

Warnings: Smut, swearing, NSFW, unprotected sex…..anything I have missed let me know!

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators <3

It had been the fifth mission in as many days for The Avengers and they were all exhausted; Bucky more so given that he was still having a daily fight with the memories that taunted him 24 hours a day, seven days a week, and so as they all headed to their respective living quarters he attempted to do the same. A feat of which was made more difficult by the fact that it was becoming increasingly harder to keep his eyes open. 

One by one each of the team left the lift and soon enough he was the only one left to reach his room. He turned his attention to the buttons on the panel at the side of the doors – his vision wasn’t exactly his best friend at the moment though so the buttons that would usually be so clear were now completely out of focus for the tired soldier.

The only option he had if he wanted to get any form of sleep tonight was to go on memory and press the one he was sure he usually did.

By the time the lift doors opened he was particularly asleep. His aching body all but fell on the floor as he stumbled over to what he believed to be his room.

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Characters- BamBam x reader


Word Count- 1185

A/n- your girl hasnt written anything in what feels like years, so it may be a lil patchy.

Originally posted by tanjhent

Having left your work dinner, you entered the elevator up to your apartment with your boyfriend beside you. Bambam didn’t seem tired anymore, it was almost as if he’d gotten a whole nights sleep in that taxi cat nap. You stood at opposite ends of the elevator- there was no one else roaming around considering the late hour. 

“Are you tired anymore?” you teased Bam as he pressed the button to go up to the 12th floor. 

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Co Workers (Part Seventeen)

A/N: Hopefully this part won’t break your heart as badly as the last few parts????

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: Smut, language, Death (not a main character)

Word Count: 2.1k

Catch up here! Co Workers MASTERLIST

Originally posted by inmysky

“Um, well, he uh- he kissed me earlier.” you said nervously as you rubbed the back of your neck. You trusted Jensen with this information. It’s not like he was going to go off and spread rumors. He gave you a strange look before looking behind you. Someone heard that.

You turned around, Misha was standing right behind you.

“You um- left that out.” Misha said.

“Misha, I-” but you were interrupted by Rich pulling you up on stage. You looked back, but Misha walked away. Jensen flashed you an apologetic look and mouthed sorry, before you were thrown into your panel.

After your panel, you found yourself back in your room, trying to figure out what to do. Misha had seemingly disappeared again, and you’d been calling him non stop. You were relieved when you looked at your schedule to see that he was doing his photo ops; and hoped that he would call you after. Until then, you weren’t going anywhere. You didn’t want to talk to anyone but Misha.

You laid in bed and tried to take your mind off of everything, flipping through tv channels. You stopped on a channel that was playing reruns of Supernatural. They were showing your first episode. It was weird seeing yourself on tv, you never quite knew how to react to it. Your phone finally buzzed and you looked at it, happy to see that it was a text from Misha.

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Running from the Past: Chapter 11

Summary: Female!Reader is a mutant who was experimented on by HYDRA. Due to her unique powers, she escaped a year and a half ago without being seen when the Avengers attacked the Hydra compound she was kept in for 5 years of her life. Her mutations and Hydra experiments allow her to blend in with her surroundings (like a chameleon/cuttlefish/octopus) and change her appearance in minor ways (such as hair, skin, and eye color), though the changes are only temporary. She has decided to stay with the Avengers in the hopes they can help her retrieve lost memories. Remembering a particularly intimate memory of Bucky leads to a fight between the two.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 4,879

Warnings: Language, violence/fighting, traumatic past, torture/experimentation, angst, more angst, slow burn

A/N: Russian in “quotes and itatlics.” You know the drill :) Yeesh, this is a long one. Buckle up, bois, and bring tissues.

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Originally posted by ohmystucky

“Last chance, Bucky. Tell me everything. Give me an explanation I can understand. Fix this now, or I’m never going to speak to you again,” you said, your tone deadly. It would hurt to much to be around you and not with you, You thought, chest constricting painfully.

He was a silent for a moment before he spoke. “I think that’s for the best,” he said, voice completely devoid of all emotion.

In the weeks that followed your fight with Bucky, you stood by your word. You saw him rarely and didn’t speak to him. Your emotional and physical distance wasn’t enough to stop the ache in your chest you got every time you saw him, though. In the rare moments you had to be in the same room as him for more than a few moments, you never looked at him. You could always feel his stare, though, and saw it out of the corner of your eyes.

Today, you were making a light breakfast at your normal time. You had training with Wanda today. You’d agreed to go back out into the field in the name of SHIELD. You’d seen firsthand the good the organization was trying to do and decided to lend them your skills.

You made yourself a bowl of oatmeal. While you worked, you could feel Bucky gazing at you from his spot at the dining room table. You ignored him and grabbed a spoon from the drawer and decided to take your breakfast to go, heading to the gym a floor below.

You arrived at the gym five minutes later, oatmeal heartily devoured. Wanda was already waiting for you, so you threw the bowl in your locker, grabbed your water bottle, and went out to meet her.

A few agents were working out but they gave you and Wanda a wide berth. Whether it was out of respect, kindness, or fear you didn’t know. Nor did you particularly care.

You both agreed to spar, no powers. Pinning for at least three seconds was a point. First to five points won. You were already exhausted from running with Steve that morning which meant that Wanda had a better chance than usual at beating you. Even without your memories completely returned, a lot of your fighting instincts had stayed intact. You won your matches more often than not. You wondered how much better your fighting prowess would be if you remembered the rest of your time as The Infiltrator.

As it turned out, remembering your time as a highly trained spy did, in fact, increase your combat capabilities. The Captain had been training Wanda in hand-to-hand combat. He said he didn’t want her to rely too much on her powers and she agreed.

But today, you were a force of nature. You performed moves you’d forgotten and analyzed Wanda’s style easily. You’d racked up four points by the time she got her first pin on you.

You groaned in frustration, struggling under her grip. She stretched your arm out farther, causing you to gasp in pain. If you didn’t get up immediately, she would-

You were too slow. Sure enough, with a shift of her weight she pinned you, your face squished into the sparring mat.

“Give up, before this gets messy” she said with mock bravado.

You screamed in agony as pressure spiked painfully in the base of your skull.

Wanda quickly released you. You curled up into a ball, clutching your head. Your nails dug deeply into your scalp, but you didn’t even feel it.

Distantly, you knew Wanda was asking you what was wrong, but you barely heard her.

To your surprise, you didn’t black out. Instead, the pain gradually lessened until you could once again see straight. You didn’t know how much time had passed, but by the time you were able to focus, agents had gathered around you, fidgeting, unsure what to do. Wanda was sitting next to you, eyes wide. She seemed startled when you turned to look at her.

“(Y/N)? What happened?” she asked quietly. Her voice grated on your ear drums and you winced.

“Dunno. Head hurts,” you managed to get out, hissing at the pain you felt when you turned your head slightly to look at her.

“Was it a memory?” she asked hesitantly.

“Don’t think so. Just pain,” you said, trying to control your breathing. Your head throbbed with pain in time with your heartbeats.

“Do you need help?” Wanda asked, hands hovering above you, unsure.

“No, no,” you said, grimacing in pain as you sat up. “I can handle this,” you said, leaning forwards onto your hands and knees. You could feel your oatmeal trying to work its way back up. Your body protested moving. You ignored it and forced yourself to stand, swaying slightly. Wanda popped up and held her hands out, ready to catch you if need be.

“Are you sure?” she asked, clearly not believing you. Anyone who could see you could tell you probably weren’t okay.

“Never better. Think I’m gonna call it here for today, though,” you said, turning away from her and stumbling towards the door.

You heard her huff in exasperation behind you. She popped up next to you and grabbed your arm just in time to keep you from falling over. She threw it over her shoulder. “You’re going to hurt yourself. At least let me help you to your room,” she said, staring at you obstinately, jaw set. Not wanting to be anywhere that wasn’t your bed for a moment longer, you agreed to her help.

Together you managed to get you into your room. With one last concerned look at you, curled in a ball on your bed, she left and closed the door quietly behind her. You reached into the top drawer your bedside table and pulled out some Advil and washed it down with some water from the pitcher and cups on your table, hoping against hope it’d sooth some of the aching throbbing in your head. It felt like Thor himself was hitting your head with Mjolnir.

You weren’t sure if it was because of the advil or just because your brain had finished trying to scramble itself, but eventually the pain began to fade. You were so exhausted from everything that happened that, as soon as the pain allowed, you fell asleep on top of your sheets, still in your workout clothes.

You awoke to the sound of screaming. You sat bolt upright, vision swimming from the sudden change of position and dull throb in the back of your skull. Luckily for you, you’d fallen asleep in your workout clothes.

“What’s going on, FRIDAY?” you asked the VI. The screaming continued, muffled by the thick walls between you and its origin.

“I can’t be sure, Miss (Y/L/N),” FRIDAY responded. “The source of the noise seems to be Sargent Barnes’ room. I can’t access his room without his express permission, so I don’t know what the situation is. I would notify the Avengers, but they’re out on assignment. It is still early enough that your door hasn’t locked for the night. You are capable of assisting the Sargent if he’s in trouble,” FRIDAY told you.

You were out of bed and running out the door practically before she finished speaking. You wished they’d allowed you weapons, but that was a big leap of faith in someone prone to inexplicably turning into a practically undetectable Hydra agent. Bucky’s room was only a few doors down, a fact you usually hated as it increased your chances of having to see him. His screams compelled you to move faster, on edge. He sounded like he was in pain. You were surprised to see that his door was intact, but quickly punched the security code into the panel and breathed a sigh of relief when it swung open. You ran in, prepared to fight whatever threat met you.

But the room was empty except for Bucky, who was laying on the floor, tangled in blankets, screaming bloody murder.

“Bucky!” You ran up to him and realized he was asleep, eyes closed tightly, oblivious to the waking world. He was drenched in sweat and was tossing and turning violently.

“Bucky, wake up!” you said, shaking him.

“No, not her! Stop” he yelled. You barely dodged his fist as he flailed in his sleep, missing your head by inches. The pain the back of your skull spiked back up uncomfortably.

“Bucky, you have to wake up! It’s a dream!” you said, shaking him harder, your own pain growing.

“-my fault! Take me! Don’t touch her!” he bellowed, face twisting in agony in his sleep.

You looked up and searched his room for- aha. Your vision swam slightly from the pain. There it was. You jumped up and grabbed his water bottle from the bedside table and came back to kneel beside him. You unscrewed the cap and unceremoniously dumped the water on his face.

The chilly liquid made him wake suddenly, eyes bugging for a moment. Something was off, though. He swiveled, grabbing your arm with his metal hand and sat up in one smooth motion. It dug into your flesh uncomfortably. He peered at you in the dim room, eyes hard.

But then he seemed to notice who he was holding. His eyes still had a faraway look to them, but his features softened when he recognized you. To your shock, he pulled you to his chest, crushing you against him. You were about to yell at him and pull away when you realized he was crying. He ran his fingers through your hair gently, other arm clutching you to his chest.

He’s not completely awake yet, you thought to yourself.

“You’re safe. Thank goodness you’re safe. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you, Doll. Please forgive me. I love you. I won’t let them break me,” he murmured into your hair as he kissed the top of your head.

And, for the third time in your life, pain sundered the world around you until there was only blackness.

Originally posted by breakmybedbarnes

You clutched at your left arm, blood seeping out between your fingers. There weren’t supposed to have been this many hostiles. Your intel was wrong. Your intel was never wrong. 

You gritted your teeth when two more soldiers appeared in the doorway, raised your left arm, which held your gun, and aimed shakily at the guards. Your first shot hit one of the soldiers true, but your second hit the other’s body armor. He aimed his semi-automatic rifle at your head and you quickly ducked behind the wall behind you, narrowly avoiding getting torn to shreds by the bullets.

“Report, Doll,” Bucky said into your comms.

“The intel on this complex was shit. There are triple the amount of men there were supposed to be. I’m out-gunned and I’m hit,” you said over the gunfire. There was a lull in the barrage of bullets. You rolled out of cover and shot the soldier dead before he knew what was happening. It was a small victory. There were forty more men in the complex. You were a gifted fighter, but you were only one woman against highly trained, well-geared soldiers, and all you had was a pistol. You knew you probably weren’t making it out of this one. You set your jaw in grim determination. If you weren’t going to survive, you’d give Bucky the biggest distraction you could so that he’d have an easier time taking out his target.

“I’m coming,” he spoke over the comm.

“You’ve completed your mission?” you asked incredulously. Their plan had gone sideways from moment one when your ticket in had turned out to be a setup. They had known you were coming and had prepared accordingly. It seemed impossible that Bucky had managed to assassinated his target with the defenses their enemies had set in place.

“No,” he said simply. You could hear gunfire over the comms. You heard boots thundering down the hallway which meant you had company, too.

“But, the mission-” you began. This had been a rare opportunity for you to take a reclusive, rich, and well-guarded enemy of Hydra.

“You’re more important than the mission,” he growled, voice muffled by his mask. “I made you a promise,” he said. You heard the sickening thwack of his metal fist meeting bones.

“They will find out. Please, Bucky, complete the mission. They’ll wipe your mind,” you said frantically.

“I’m not leaving you behind, Doll,” he said, the sounds of fighting still filling the comms. “You would do the same for me,” he said, more softly.

You wanted to fight him about it more, but you knew it was true. Also, more soldiers had appeared and you had to focus on killing them before they killed you. It was getting more difficult as you lost more and more blood.

“This is a terrible idea,” you grumbled, ducking behind an overturned table as more soldiers appeared.

“I heard that,” Bucky said, grunting as he fought against the tide of men.

“Well it is,” you hiss. You took careful aim at one of the soldiers and pulled the trigger. He dropped like a rock and you ducked back behind the table as his fellows peppered it with bullets. “… but thank you,” you said softly. “I only have one bullet left,” you said, glaring at the gun.

“You’re welcome, princess. Almost there,” he said. You strained your ears, listening. Sure enough, you could hear him working his way towards you down the hallway.

“Four in the room in front of you. They have me pinned behind the table,” you informed him, peeking out from behind the table. A spray of bullets aimed at your head make you take cover quickly again.

“I think you mean three,” he said just as one of the soldiers flew over you and into the wall, knocking him unconscious on impact. You shot him in the head before he could rouse.

“Showoff,” you muttered, grabbing the dead man’s gun. You stood up, clutching the semi-automatic, gunning for any of the soldiers.

Bucky was leaning against the door frame, soldiers dead around him, looking smug. You knew he was smirking under his mask. “I heard that, too. Do you even know how comms work?” he asked teasingly. You raised the gun and aimed at his head and he raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh, come on, Doll. I’m only kidding.”

“Duck,” you said. He dropped without a second thought and you shot the soldier that had been sneaking up on him right between the eyes.

He turned to look at the dead man before he turned back to you. “Thanks, Doll,” he said, walking over to you. He cupped your cheek in his hand and rubbed it gently with his thumb before taking a look at your arm. Blood still trailed down your arm from the wound. He holstered his gun and looked around for a moment before he walked over to a set of delicate window curtains and ripped a long, thin strip off of it. He wrapped it around your arm and over the wound. Your face twisted in distaste. It stung like a bitch. “Sorry, sweetheart. Gotta bandage that before you bleed out on me,” he said, eyes apologetic.

“Don’t worry about it. No pain no gain. Thanks, Bucky,” you said, standing on your toes to plant a kiss on his masked lips. His eyes twinkled and you knew he was smiling.

“Let’s get out of here before more show up, shall we?” he asked, pulling the Skorpion off of the back of his vest.

You nodded. “Your bike nearby?” you asked as you followed him through the halls.

“Close enough,” he said, scanning the halls cautiously.

You made it through the mansion with relative ease. Between you and Bucky, the soldiers didn’t stand a chance. It became clear very quickly, though, that the target of the mission had fled, likely going underground. You were heading towards where Bucky had stashed his bike when he spoke up. You’d both already thrown out your comms and any other equipment that Hydra might be able to track.

“We can’t go back to Hydra,” he said, looking over at you as you ran.

“What about my arm? I can’t go to the hospital, Bucky. I could list the reasons why, but we’d be here for hours,” you said. Your vision was starting to get blurry and your blood had soaked through the temporary bandage.

He stayed quiet for a moment, thinking. “I think I know somewhere we can get some help,” he said as you arrived at the tiny broken down carport Bucky had stashed his bike in.

“And where would that be?” you asked. He pulled the camouflage tarp off of it, pulled it out of the shed, and hopped on.

“Ever been to New York?” he asked, glancing at you over his shoulder as you hopped on. You shook your head. Most of your work had been in D.C. The black Harley roared beneath you as he started it. “Well, it’s time to go see an old friend,” he yelled over the engine before he peeled off down the road.

You hadn’t gotten more than ten miles before Hydra found you. You were speeding down the freeway when you felt Bucky tense up. You looked around, confused. Following you (and gaining fast) were a horde of black SUV’s. “Why is it always black SUV’s?” you muttered to yourself, and held onto Bucky even more tightly. He must have spotted them in his mirrors. He sped up, but slammed on the brakes. There was a blockade up ahead.

“Hydra,” you heard him hiss over the rumble of the Harley’s engine. “Hold on, Doll. We hafta ditch the bike. It’s too conspicuous,” he said. You didn’t need to be told twice. He took off again, weaving in and out of swerving cars. Luckily, you didn’t have to sit in terror too long. He pulled off at the first exit, speeding down the exit ramp and into the busy city. The SUV’s would be delayed by the traffic… or so you thought. More came screeching down the road and blockaded the bottom of the exit ramp.

You were going fast. Too fast to stop before you ran into the closest of the vehicles. Bucky had noticed, too. Suddenly, you were in his arms as he jumped off the bike. It went sideways, skidding into and under the first car. Somehow, he managed to land on his feet, stumbling only slightly as he took off running with you in his arms, away from the Hydra agents. He jumped over the guardrail, and made it five steps before he froze. Waiting for you at the bottom of the grassy, trash-infested hill were at least twenty Hydra agents, guns trained on the both of you. You peered over Bucky’s shoulder. The agents from the highway chase had finally arrived, blocking off your retreat. The ones that had blocked the off ramp joined the others, guns aimed at you and Bucky.

“Give up, before this gets messy,” said one of the agents at the bottom of the hill.

“I’m sorry, Doll,” he said, realizing exactly how impossible it was for both of you to make it out of this alive and free.

“I see that look in your eyes, Bucky. Don’t you dare try to sacrifice yourself so I can escape. I can barely stand, much less run. I wouldn’t want you doing that even if I was in a good condition, though,” you said, reaching up to brush some of his hair from his face. It fell right back and you smiled. “I love you, James Buchanan Barnes, and I don’t blame you one bit,” you whispered.

A second later, something stung your arm. You looked down. A tranquilizer dart. You heard Bucky hiss as he was hit with at least three. He fell to his knees, setting you down gently next to him, before he fell backwards. You laid your head on his chest, fingers lacing with his, just before everything went black.

Pain. Pain was all you felt.

It pervaded every movement; every breath.

Some of your fingers were swollen, ending in a bloody mess; flesh exposed where nails had been. They’d been careful to stop your bleeding. You’d lost a lot of blood before you’d even arrived. Most of their other torture had been blunt force or psychological. They brought you in front of Bucky while they beat you, his pleading screams mixing with yours as they broke your bones one at a time. He was strapped to his brainwashing chair and forced to watch.

“No, not her!” he screamed at your torturers. “Stop, please, it’s my fault! I’m the one who failed the mission!” he yelled, watching in horror as they punched you until your face was nearly unrecognizable. “Take me, instead! Please! Please, don’t touch her! She’s suffered too much already! She’s going to die!” he yelled, tugging against his restraints until his wrists bled. Tears were running down your face. You wanted to tell him how much you loved him, but your voice had given out hours ago.

“Why do you think we’re torturing her? Make no mistake, she deserves a punishment, too, but this is yours. We’ve known how much you cared about her for a long time now, but you seemed so motivated. You did everything we asked, trying to keep her safe from our wrath. But then you just had to go and fail, then run away, didn’t you?” the man said, grinning wickedly at the look of horror and shame that crossed Bucky’s features.

It’s not your fault. Don’t listen to him, you wanted to tell him, but your damn voice wouldn’t work. Through your swollen eyelids, you could just make out Bucky’s expression. Your heart broke. He’s crying. He thought all of this is his fault. He blames himself for not being able to protect you.

Originally posted by buckybass

No, please, love. Don’t cry, you wanted to tell him. The man torturing you pulled out a small electrical device. You recognize it from your training. He planned to torture you with electricity. He tightened the straps that held you to the chair by your wrists and ankles. He moved your hair out of your face in an almost intimate way and you didn’t even have the energy to pull away from his slimy touch. “There, now, have to ensure your Bucky can see your face, no?” he asked, putrid breath wafting in your face. He looked over his shoulder at Bucky. “Make no mistake, Soldier. This is your fault,” he said, turning the machine on its lowest setting. “Don’t worry, though. I’ll make sure not to kill her. Can’t have your punishment ending too early,” he said, placing the positive and negative clamps on the legs of the chair.

You met his eyes. The physical distance between you seemed more vast than the ocean. You tried to tell him with your eyes how much you felt for him. How you didn’t blame him. While the doctor adjusted the machine you mouthed “I love you” to him. He choked back a sob.

The last thing you remember is the torturer saying, “Alright, my dear. Let us begin.”

You were finally able to focus. You had no idea how long you were out for. Minutes? Hours? Days? Time had no meaning in the torture chamber. You realized suddenly you weren’t tied up. You tried to sit up, but your body wouldn’t budge. You barely had the energy to keep your eyes open. You managed to turn your head enough to find Bucky. He was still in the chair and although he was looking at you, his mind was thousands of miles away.

Originally posted by sebjpeg

“Bucky,” you manage, words coming out in a hiss. His attention snaps to your face. You can see the relief flood his face, only to be quickly replaced by terror. He looks from you to the door quickly. You realized you must be alone for now.

“I’m sorry, Doll. I’m so sorry. I couldn’t protect you. And now this is happening to you because of me. Damnit. I’m so sorry,” he whispered, distraught.

“Bucky-” you began, but were cut off by the loud bang of the door opening. In walks the torturer, whose name you still didn’t know. It seemed odd that you didn’t know the name of the man killing you even though you’d been in his company for hours- if not days- already.

“Ah, yes, the lovely lady awakens. I think we’re ready to finish this game, then, yes?” he asked, looking between the two of you.

“Don’t touch her,” Bucky said, menace lacing his voice.

“Oh, I don’t plan to. Not anymore, anyway,” he said, smiling venomously at Bucky. The sight sent a shiver down your spine. “No, Soldier, that will be your job,” he said, pressing a button that put Bucky in a slightly reclined position.

“No! No, shit, no!” he yelled, struggling against the restraints when he realized what the man was planning. The straps held fast, holding him in place. The man shoved a mouth guard into Bucky’s mouth. He didn’t have time to spit it out.

The metal contraption came down and covered most of his face. You could still see his eyes, though.

“Bucky,” you whisper.

His eyes locked with yours.

And then the machine turned on and he convulsed, eyes widening, unable to focus past the pain. Tears escaped your eyes, but your body didn’t even have the energy left to sob. You watched in horror as the torturer read out the Soldier’s activation words.

“Furnace. Benign. Rusted. One. Daybreak. Nine. Longing. Seventeen. Homecoming. Freight Car.”

The machine stopped, and the machine’s arm lifted away from Bucky’s face. What you see makes your heart break. It’s no longer your Bucky. It’s the Winter Soldier.

“Soldier?” asked the torturer.

“Ready to comply,” the Soldier responded, emotionless.

Satisfied, the man removed the restraints from the Soldier.

“Kill that woman,” he ordered, motioning to you over his shoulder.

The Soldier looked at you and your entire body froze in fear. There was no spark of recognition in his eyes. “Understood,” he said, standing.

He walked over to you slowly. You tried to turn your head to look up at him, but couldn’t find the energy. All you could see were his boots and the bottom of his pants. Suddenly, his metal hand came into view-

-and his fingers wrapped around your neck, lifting you up. He picked you up easily and walked you backwards until your back hit a cold cement wall. Your feet barely touched the ground.

You looked into his eyes. There was nothing left of your Bucky… but perhaps there would be again one day. You didn’t want him to blame himself.

Using the last of your strength, you lifted a hand to his face and gently caressed his cheek. Black spots swam in your vision.

“I don’t blame you, Bucky,” you rasped, eyes locked to his. “I… love… you…” you managed to get out before the blackness overtook your vision completely and you lost consciousness.

You woke up in a small, cold, grimy, cement cell. You looked around confused, and took in your surroundings. There was a tiny lumpy mattress to your left. A small dingy light bulb hung from the ceiling. Behind you, at the top of the cell- which you guessed was about twelve feet high- was a tiny window. Freezing air drifted in through it, turning your cell into a veritable refrigerator. It was then you noticed that you were covered in bandages and casts. You gasped in horror when you saw your fingernails- about half of them were missing. You whipped your head around to look at the door and groaned in pain. Your neck was killing you. You reached up to rub it but ripped your hand away in alarm the second you touched it, nearly crying out. You tried again, ghosting your fingertips over it, and winced. You couldn’t see, but you had to guess there was a enormous, ugly bruise there.

“Where the hell am I?” you whispered, voice cracking. Your throat was sore and as dry as desert. You stood up, grimacing at how painful it was to work around all of your injuries to do so, and went up to the door. As you approached, you realized the noise you were hearing was actually a cacophony of screams and machinery. You stumbled away from the door in horror, tripping over your own feet and landing hard on your thin mattress. Your eyes watered in pain. You’d definitely aggravated some of your other injuries with that fall.

Why am I here… and how did I get here? What happened to me? You thought to yourself. You tried to think about what you were doing before you woke up here, and balked in horror when you realized you couldn’t remember- You couldn’t remember anything. You knew two things: Your name, and that you inexplicably felt a sense of loss that overpowered everything else, including your current fear and confusion.

Thus began the worst five years of your life.

Chapter 12

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Ready Steady Part 5

Summary: Day 2 of the convention. The reader starts to come to terms with her feelings for Rob. And, boy does Rob really start to show his feelings for the reader!

Words: 4577

Pairing: Rob x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, extreme fluff?, kissing, maybe?

Note: For the sake of the remainder of the fic, I’m using some old Louden Swain songs and making them new ones. Also, as you can tell, my reader is a singer/songwriter and a country girl at heart… so for her, instead of trying to write my own lyrics, I’m using songs by Miranda Lambert and claiming them as the reader’s own. Hey, this way, you can listen to the actual songs after you read!

The song used in this chapter is “I’ve Got Wheels” by Miranda Lambert.

Catch up:  Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

This feels rushed again, but writing too many characters is hard! It was late when I finished this, let me know if you see typos.

Originally posted by idjitlovespie

*AW! Vegas Con memories in the GIF!*

You woke up to the sound of your phone indicating that you had text messages coming in. Rubbing your eyes, you searched for the phone on the nightstand but it wasn’t there. You realized you were still in your clothes from yesterday, so you searched your pockets of your jeans until you found it in your back pocket. What a night. You had no recollection of falling asleep fully dressed. You checked your phone, a smile forming on your face when you saw that you had messages from Rob. You had behaved a bit dramatically the night before, running off after his friends had told you a little more than you thought you were ready to hear. Despite your quick exit from the party, you knew that you really did like Rob, you just couldn’t see why he would like you. However, seeing that he had taken the time to text you just now made you feel better about everything.

Rob: Hey, are you awake?

Rob: I hope everything is okay. You seemed upset last night.

Y/N: Hey Rob, yeah I’m fine.

Rob: You took off pretty suddenly.

Y/N: Yeah, I reached my limit on drinking and lack of sleep. I wasn’t thinking. I should have said goodbye at least.

Rob: I’m sorry we kept you up.

Y/N: It’s fine. I’m fine.

Rob: Good. I was worried my friends may have said something to upset you.

Y/N: No, they were great. I like them.

Rob: I think they like you too.

Rob: If you’re not busy today, you could come down to the convention. I’ve got a panel with Rich and Matt. And there’s the concert tonight…

Y/N: I told you’d I’d go to your show. I would love to see your panel too.

Rob: See you around 10:30? Let me know when you get here and I’ll come find you.

Y/N: Sure.

You checked the clock to make sure you had time to get ready. It was only 7. You groaned, sort of upset that Rob had messaged you so early. You don’t think you even left the party until 2 this morning. How the hell was he up and ready to go? You rolled off the bed, willing yourself to get in the shower. Sure, it was early, but you would have time to get breakfast before meeting up with Rob.

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A new start, part 13

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2735

Warning: Language (as always), angst

Part 12

The phone continued to ring from his pocket as he pulled it out, it was Sebastian.  “Hey man, you coming down or what?  This thing starts in ten minutes.”

“Fuck this is bad, Seb. So bad.”  Chris rubbed his eyes as his pulse pounded a painful rhythm through his head.

“Chris it’s not that bad. We can stall a few till you get down here.  Just put some cologne on so you don’t smell like ass and some clean clothes.”  Sighing loudly into the phone, he switched ears as he started going through his suitcase looking for a change of clothes.

“That’s not what I meant. I did something really stupid last night.”

“You didn’t…  you didn’t pick up some girl after we left did you? That would be monumentally stupid. [Y/N] will call you back man.  She is in like BFE Mexico.”  Why did it sound so much better coming from someone else than in his own head?  He pulled the outfit out he planned on wearing and set the phone on speaker so he could get dressed.

“No I didn’t do something that stupid but pretty close. After all you guys left I called [Y/N] again. It actually went through.”

“So you got to talk to her. That’s great.  Wait… What stupid shit did you say?”  Sebastian knew him too well.

“I vaguely remember accusing her of cheating on me with her ex who cheated on her.”  The sound of Sebastian’s palm hitting his forehead was audible, followed by a loud groan.

“You are the stupidest man alive.  You know that right?”  Pulling on the shirt and buttoning his pants, Chris sighed again.  “Do you actually believe she cheated on you?”

“I know I’m a complete ass. No I don’t think she would do anything like that.  My drunk self does not make the best decisions and a fleeting thought sober at the sight of a tabloid picture of them in the same car turned into a huge fucking mess.  Seb, it sounded like she broke up with me.  I just can’t… I can’t lose her.”  Tears filled Chris’s eyes as he pulled his shoes on.

“Fuck, Chris.  Look get down here, let’s get the panels done and see what you can do after.  Call her, text her… anything.  I know she is the best thing to ever happen to you.  Look let me stall them a few.  Get down here.”  The call ended quickly.  Chris fired off a quick text to you begging for you to ignore everything he had said the night prior.  He only hoped you would respond.

The panels were crazy. There were so many people stuffed into the large room at one of the London hotels.  Everyone had questions about the upcoming Captain America movie. It made it easier to distract Chris from the turmoil going on in his heart.  The last five minutes of the second panel were ticking away and he could not wait to get out.  He would have about forty-five minutes before the third panel would start.  The first thing he was going to do would be to call your phone and if you actually answered beg with everything in him for you to forgive him.

“One last question for Chris.  How hard is it to be filming in one place while, [Y/N] is filming in another?  I mean how do you keep your relationship together when you are apart so much?”  The teenage girl had no idea the sucker punch that question just had on him.  No doubt she dreamed about the love story of two actors falling for each other and living happily ever after.

“Well…”  He sat straighter in the chair looking over at Sebastian who tried to give him a reassuring smile.  “It is a very difficult thing when the love of your life,” a collective ‘awww’ was heard from the room. “is away from you.  We don’t get to see each other for months at a time. But we both love our work and would not want that to change for either one of us.  So we try to call and text every day.  At least Facetime call at the minimum every other day.  Sometimes we may not sleep much but we sneak off and try to meet the other one on their set for a day or two before having to run back to our own projects.  Anything we can to keep each other happy.”

That response had her and the rest of the females in the room practically swooning.  “Wow that’s really great.  Thank you for your answer.”

That ended the panel and it took Sebastian holding his arm back to keep Chris from running out the door. “Play it cool in here, man.”

Chris frowned before waving to fans then slipping out the door.  His phone was in his hand in an instant, disappointed that there were no messages or calls from you.  Dialing your number, he let it ring until the voicemail picked up.  It may be really early in the morning there but he had to talk to you.  He left a message pleading for a return call.  Then he texted the same thing.  He had to get your attention somehow.  

The panels and autograph sessions dragged on for the rest of the day.  Everyone started to notice Chris was not himself.  Normally the big smile and jokes were constant.  Now it took a lot to get him to smile.  He declined the dinner invitation from Joe Russo the movie’s director, saying he was not feeling well.  It was not a lie as he had felt sick to his stomach since he realized what he had done.  There was still another day of the convention tomorrow where he would be required to sit and answer more questions.  If he did not lay down and figure some things out and hopefully talk to you, he would be useless in the morning.

Chris lost count after ten more texts and three more voicemails he left for you.  There was no way you were not getting them.  You were just ignoring them all.  Maybe you were reading and listening to them or had you chose to delete them all without acknowledging them.  A hot shower was a lame attempt at giving him something to do to waste some time before he tried to sleep.

As he stepped out his phone rang, which had been perched across the room.  His heart jumped in his throat as he held the towel tight around his waist, diving over the bed to grab it.  “Hello?”

“Hey honey.  How’s London?”  His mother’s voice came from the other end, as true disappointment struck deep in his chest.

“Oh hey… mom.  Yeah London is fine.  Just got back from dinner.”  

“You okay?  You sound out of breath.”

“I’m fine I just dropped the phone and was… uh… trying to grab it.”  His mother went quiet for a second before responding.

“Christopher Robert, what is going on?  You better tell me this instant.”  Ugh she pulled out the middle name.  He hated that.

“Mom… it’s fine. Everything is fine.”  

“Yeah right.  Anyone that says fine that many times in thirty seconds is lying or selling something.  Spit it out.”  Chris rolled over before sitting up on the edge of the bed.

“I fucked up, mom.” He could hear her taking a long breath.

“Okay, let’s hear it.” The whole story came out over the next ten minutes.  She patiently listened as he poured his heart out, and hers broke listening to how defeated he sounded.  When he finished she took another breath and tried to tactfully proceed.  “Well that is certainly a mess, Chris.  Just keep trying is all I can say.  You made a mistake and right now you are going to have to deal with it.  She will come around eventually.  Just give her time to get over her own anger.”

“That’s just it mom, she wasn’t angry.  She sounded heartbroken.  I can deal with angry.  I don’t know what to do with heartbroken.  Not when I am the cause.”  They spent another twenty minutes on the phone before she told him to get some sleep and see what rest and a new day would look like to him.  It took a while for him to finally fall asleep.  When he did, the dreams were nightmares of losing you to someone else.  Someone who had comforted you after Chris had hurt you so badly.  The cold sweat he woke up in had his entire body shivering.

The end of the second day of the convention ended just at the first one with no word from you and him leaving many more messages.  It was driving him crazy.  He was tempted to call your parents to get a message through but there was a possibility of your father threatening some harm on him if he did not already know how he had hurt you.  There was nothing he could do right now.  Once he got back to the States he would do everything in his power to track you down and make you listen.  Chris was not going to lose you if he had anything to say about it.

You still had another week and a half in Mexico and you were going crazy.  The filming hours were odd and you were exhausted.  Trying to ignore all of Chris’s texts and calls was getting to be too much.  It hurt too much to think about him.  How could he not trust you?  Especially after everything he saw you go through with David.  You flipped between being furious and completely destroyed. What you had with Chris was stronger than anything you had ever had before and now it was all falling apart. Despite him trying to get ahold of you. If there was no trust, then there was no point in continuing the relationship.  The thought of ending it made you want to throw up.  What else could you do though?

Every day there were more messages and every day you continued to ignore them.  You worked and slept.  Sometimes in there you would eat but not near as often as you did the other two things.  After you had finished the month of filming the cast had another night of food and drink. This time at the villa of one of the producers.  Everyone was having a wonderful time, except you of course.  You sat by watching the dancing and the fun as you continued to drink the sweet white wine you were brought.  Before too long you were thoroughly drunk and on the verge of falling asleep in the overstuffed chair on the deck.  The saltwater breeze lulling you as you laid back pulling your legs underneath you.  In minutes you were asleep with the party going on around you.

Before too long your phone started to ring in your hand loudly, but you were oblivious to it all. It just continued to ring over and over until finally David pulled it from your hand to answer it.

“Hello this is [Y/N]’s phone.”  That was not the voice Chris wanted to hear, his heart started pounding in his chest.

“Hi… where is [Y/N]?”

“She is dead asleep, drunk actually.  Probably because of you, I’m assuming.”  More words he did not want to hear.

“Is she okay?  Why are you answering her phone?”

“Umm no she is not okay and had not been okay for a few weeks.  Again, I figure this is your fault.  It’s been the same look on her face as when she found me cheating.  So if you fucked up you are a complete waste of fucking space.  She doesn’t need that shit.  I’m answering her phone because she got too drunk and fell asleep at this party.  I will make sure she gets back to her villa safe. So why don’t you fuck off and leave her alone.”  The phone went silent as David disconnected the call.

To say Chris went a little crazy may have been an understatement.  The phone went flying across the room landing somewhere on his living room floor.  He screamed as he could not do anything from Los Angeles right now.  All he wanted to do was fly down and get you to make sure you were safe then make you talk to him.  What a fucking mess!!

When you woke up in the morning you were back in your villa in your bed still dressed in your clothes from the night before.  ‘Oh please tell me I didn’t drive home?!’ You wondered to yourself.  There was a male body sleeping on the couch in the living room. When you realized who it was you almost screamed.  What the actual fuck?

“David why are you here?” He groaned as he rolled over looking at you with one eye.

“I drove you back here. I couldn’t leave you sleeping on a random chair in the middle of all of that.  I needed to make sure you were safe, so I drove you here and went to sleep on the couch.”

Considering you were still clothed and you knew that David wasn’t that much of a douche to try and sleep with you when you were drunk, you had to thank him.  “I appreciate you getting me back here.  Thank you.  But I think you need to go.”

“Fine I will go.  Just make sure you do something to be happy again. Seeing you this sad is awful, [Y/N]. I made sure to tell that ass of a boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend whatever he is, that.”

“You what?  How the fuck did you even talk to him?”  The day was just getting worse by the moment.

“He called your phone while you were asleep.  Kept calling until I answered it.  I told him to fuck off and leave you alone.”

“Oh my God, David. Are you fucking kidding me?  I’m sure he thinks all the things he thought are justified now.  You got to go now.  What the hell am I going to do?”  You pushed David out the door, slamming it behind him.  Your heart beat was frantic though you realized you had done nothing wrong. “What am I going to do?”

Chris had been thinking the same thing the entire night.  The short conversation with David had him imagining so many different scenarios. While he knew you would never cheat or have anything to do with David in that way again, it didn’t change the fact that dark thoughts were popping up.  He sat staring at the phone in his hand wanting more than anything to call you but was afraid of what would happen if he did.  Swallowing that fear, he pressed send and waited.

Your phone went off with Chris’s special tone shattering the silence in the villa.  Walking over to the nightstand where David must have set it, you picked it up slowly looking at a picture of you two kissing.  In a moment of indecisiveness, you hit the accept button.  It took a second to realize what you had done and hearing Chris’s voice made you choke up.

“Hello? [Y/N] are you there?”  You knew you were going to have to say something.

“Yeah… I’m here.”

“Fuck, [Y/N] I’m so glad you answered.”  You could hear he was breathless trying to express his relief.

“Look I only answered to tell you that nothing happened with David last night or ever.  I know you don’t believe me…”

“I believe you I swear. I’m so sorry.  I am a complete asshole…”  You hated it when he put himself down like that but right now he was correct in his assessment.

“Yeah you were.  I don’t really want to talk about it right now. I am hung over and not emotionally in the best spot to have this conversation.  When I get back to Tennessee in a few days we can talk.  But let me breathe.  I can’t take anymore texts or phone calls, Chris.  It just   hurts my heart.”  Chris took a long deep breath to keep from crying.  That fact he had hurt you so much killed him.

“Okay.  I promise I will leave you alone.  But please call me soon.  We need to talk.”

“We will.  Goodbye, Chris.”

“Bye, [Y/N].”  He added ‘I love you’ after the call had been disconnected.


(To be continued with part 14)

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Comic-Con [Sherlock Holmes]

Summary // You, Sherlock and John happen to be in San Diego during the time of comic-con and you’ve always wanted to go there

Originally posted by silent-micka

“Why not?” You asked, you had always wanted to go to comic con and since you, Sherlock and John were now staying rather close to San Diego for a case, he refused to tell you about the case, and since he refused to let you go on the case with him, you decided you’d get some tickets for comic-con and go since you had always wanted to, and now he was protesting.

“It’s dangerous.” He responded and you rolled your eyes, that was absolutely ridiculous, to everything was danger but it was a public and well-known convention so there wasn’t really much to worry about.

“Shut up Sherlock, the case you’re on is dangerous, going to a convention isn’t dangerous. Any way, I got two tickets so you can go along with me if you’re so worried about me.” You said, you had done it as you hoped that Sherlock would tag along with you and otherwise you just had a spare ticket, you two never really did much together as most of your time was spent on cases or having some fun in 221B but going out wasn’t necessarily what you two did a lot, the odd restaurant and things alike but never something really big.

“I suppose.” He mumbled and you grinned.

“You know I’m going to make you go in costume, right?” He glanced up at you, curiously. “Oh yes, you are going in costume and I want you to surprise me, I mean we’re never really here so now that we are I want to get a full experience in cosplay, you can do this for me.” You said and you noticed John was going on to silently judge Sherlock when his response was silence and you smiled.

“Fine.” He said although he sounded far more excited than his face would suggest, you just smiled. You always enjoyed seeing the panels and just all the amazing cosplays which is why this one time you were able to go and you wanted to make the most of it, with your boyfriend of course.


“Didn’t you say you were going out?” Sherlock said as he noticed John standing in the hotel room, since Y/N was so insistent on him surprising them Y/N decided to take John his room and Sherlock knew it meant a lot to them so he did want to do a good job but he just had no single clue what to do, he knew exactly what they liked but that didn’t mean he was able to think of what they might cosplay as.

“I did and I did go out, didn’t take too long to find this, did some research last night.” John said as he revealed a dark brown pinstripe suit, along with one of his white dress shirts and a dark tie, lastly when it came to clothing was a long brown coat and a pair of converse.

“So, I didn’t get these new but I got them from Mycroft, I’m not spending god knows how much on things you’re going to wear once or twice but I do feel like you need to surprise Y/N good because of everything they put up with you, and I happen to know what they’re going to cosplay as.” John said with a satisfied grin and Sherlock took the clothes from him.

“How come you know and I don’t?” He said.

“Because of your irregular sleeping hours I’d say, I saw something on the bed of you two and I asked them about it, Rose was their first companion so I immediately knew what to do, some careful conspiring with Mycroft and he sent the whole outfit to some friends here so I went to pick them up, I actually suggest not wearing the coat all the time, it’s more of an extra for when you’re on your way, it doesn’t suit with the episode but he basically wears it in all of the episodes and since Mycroft was paying I decided it was necessary.” John explained and Sherlock felt stupid when he didn’t think of that, he knew out of all the tv shows Y/N watched, Doctor who was their favourite and he knew they started watching around the time when it first aired so he could’ve known all of this yet he didn’t.

“Thank you. I supposed I failed to notice something this once, I’m sure Y/N is going to love this.” Sherlock responded and John just smiled.

“Just repaying a favour, it’s nothing too much since Mycroft paid for it all and Y/N would absolutely love this so I don’t mind helping my best friend out. Now, we need to get some product because your hair doesn’t exactly fit this cosplay.” Sherlock nodded, of course he knew the tenth doctor, mostly due to Y/N as he didn’t really watch tv, he was starting to like the show and of course they informed him about every single little detail there was about the show.

“I am at your mercy.”


You stared one last time, it took you quite a long time to get the cosplay together but you were excited either way, you had been wanting to go to comic-con since forever and now finally could and in full cosplay as one of your favourite characters, you had asked John to tag along as you felt a little awkward alone in a completely alien enviroment and he went along and would head back once you had seen Sherlock and went on inside to the convention.

“you’re going to love what Sherlock did.” John said as you were both sitting in the cab and you adjusted the wig a little bit, you raised a curious eyebrow as the cab kept driving.

“I’ve seen it, I’m not telling you though but I think you’re going to love it.” John said with a smile and you just nodded, you first had to do see but you knew Sherlock could surprise you very well despite the amount of time you’ve known him and the two years you two have been together, somehow he was just good at surprising you, sometimes he had help but most of the times he did it on his own.

You two arrived on a street close to the convention, that’s where you agreed to meet and you were stunned at the sight, it was beautiful and made you giggle as well. You had decided to go in cosplay as Rose from ‘The Idiot’s lantern’ as that was one of her most distinct looks and you liked it so to see Sherlock in full pinstripe suit with his hair up was a certainly a delight, a bit odd but lovely either way.

“I’m not a big fan of wigs.” He said as you approached him with John next to you and you chuckled.

“I understand why, It doesn’t feel nice but its really pretty so I put up.” YOu said with a little chuckle, he offered his arm and you immediately took it, John grinned and left as the two of you headed for the convention.


“I’ve never been this tired.” You said as you fell down onto the hotel room couch, since the two of you had gone into cosplay and tenrose was still a pretty popular ship a lot of photos were asked and both of you obliged, Sherlock a bit more hesitant but you suggested he try to have a little fun and went along with the requests and so did you, the combination of photos, a massive crowd, panels and all of the other things you two did left you exhausted once you both got back, you more than Sherlock but you noticed he was more tired than usual.

“I’ve noticed,” Sherlock commented.

“What a brilliant comment, either way thanks for making this a great day, it wouldn’t have been the same without you.” You said with a smile, it wouldn’t be because there’d be less photos but doing something together in a completely different place it was just a nice thing to do together and you wanted to do more of these things, not necessarily conventions but just going out with him and doing things you didn’t normally do.

“You have John to thank really, he pulled this outfit together.” Sherlock responded.

“Don’t be so hard, I’ll thank him to but he wasn’t the one at my side the whole day and you were.”

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for the awesome @dresupi , because she’s awesome and amazing :)
(I know Quicktaser is your jam but I can’t do it so yeah, next best thing?)

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“The girl isn’t sleeping.”

Darcy raised her head from the magazine she was reading and followed Dr Cho’s gaze.

Wanda Maximoff was in her brother’s room, and they were talking and chuckling quietly in a language she couldn’t understand. Sokovian was something she’d never studied, but she supposed she’d have to fix that; if Nat loved it when she understood and spoke Russian with her, it was only logical that they’d appreciate another conversation partner too (she didn’t count Clint, he spoke like fifty languages to her seven and took great pleasure in showing it off).

At first glance there was absolutely nothing wrong with Wanda; she was smiling softly and her brother was animated and laughing as much as he could while pinned to a bed (forced bed rest must be painful for a speedster), but then her eyes lingered on the lines of the other woman’s face. She had dark circles under her eyes that Darcy wouldn’t have otherwise noticed and her face pinched at the strangest of times.

Darcy looked back at the doctor.  “These are some dark circles, but Steve didn’t report anything about a slower performance than usual? I mean, wouldn’t they have noticed if she hadn’t slept in days?”

Her brother must had noticed for sure such a thing. Then again, they could have had the discussion already and he was letting it go, judging by the looks he shot her when she wasn’t looking.

Dr Cho pursed her lips. “Maybe, but she’s not getting enough sleep, that’s for sure.” She left soon after, back to her rounds.

Darcy went back to her magazine, but every now and then she’d raise her eyes and stare at the girl.

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Aftermath | Oneshot

Avenger!Reader p.o.v.

Summary: Things couldn’t go back to normal at the compound; especially after something like that. It was a hard decision to make, but at least you didn’t have to make it on your own. (couldn’t think of a great summary, please bare with me guys)

WC: 1k

Warnings: Tad bit sad??

Notes: I always wonder what life was like at the compound afterwards. Must’ve been so lonely with just Tony, Rhodey, and Vision. So I wrote this; definitely different from the usual reader-insert hahah. This might even be angsty?? Anyways, enjoy reading ~

I was there when everything kind of just fell apart. I watched the jet take off with Steve, James, and T’challa. You were there too, but when I looked into your eyes, your mind was somewhere else. It hurt me too, you know. I didn’t want things to end like this. I wanted to help Tony, I wanted to fix James, and to find the point where it all went wrong and go back to stop it all.

Eventually, we all got something in the mail from him. Your were the first, Tony was the last. I was the second one. I think Tony got a letter and a phone? I can’t say for sure, because he never spoke about it. It’s not like I expected him too. Hell, we all got something in the mail but none of us ever said anything. When did we become so quiet? So secretive? When Natasha released everything to expose Hydra, it was like a train reaction. Shield fell apart, and we came together.

Steve didn’t bother writing me a letter to apologize, explain, or let me know what was going on. I didn’t get a phone either. At first I thought it was the coordinates of the first mission him and I did alone, so I never bothered looking them up. But when you came to my room that one night, holding that piece of paper with the same coordinates… That’s when I knew. And when I showed you my piece, we were on the same page.

It didn’t feel right leaving the compound so suddenly. We didn’t leave a note for anyone, not even Tony. Was it fucked up? Yeah. But what could we have said?

“Hey Tony, we’re leaving the compound for a bit. Or maybe for good. Don’t try and find us. Maybe we’ll see each other again. Who knows?”

Leaving without a notice seemed like the best choice. We both packed the necessities for our trip; we didn’t speak the entire time and the tension was in the air. But then you broke the silence when you brought up the idea of removing the Avengers patch off our suits, and I gave you my famous furrowed brows with wide bewildered eyes. It was definitely too soon, but I still chuckled.

We left our patches on our nightstands, and left at exactly 2:22 am. I drove while you called her up to ask for help. When we got to the bar, she didn’t ask questions. She drove us for about an hour and when we finally reached the warehouse, I could feel the pain again. She tossed you the key to unlock the garage door, and gave me the papers with our passports. I grabbed our bags, and watched as you opened up the garage door, revealing an outdated quinjet. It was in great condition; new enough to handle a 12 hour flight to Wakanda, but old enough that there wasn’t any tracker on it for us to be traced.

Before I grabbed out bags from the car, I knew I had to say something.
“Thanks, Natasha. For everything.”
She nodded and with that, took off. I tried not to cry, so instead I thought about the ridiculous ways she could get rid of that car so there wouldn’t be any leads.

When I climbed aboard the jet, I saw the tear stains on your sleeves. I didn’t say anything, but I hugged you tightly and started the engine. You insisted on flying so I didn’t bother putting up a fight. I took a nap, and woke up a few hours later from a nightmare. It was light out by then. No sign of land yet, just endless blue ocean. “Blue, blue, blue… It’s all I see in you” I sang out softly. You chuckled and shook your head. When I asked if I could fly the rest of the way, you obliged and sleep the entire flight.

Did you know you mumbled in your sleep? I couldn’t make out what you were saying, but I knew that you had the same nightmares that I did. After Ultron, it took us some time to get over the illusions Wanda clouded us with. Eventually we forgave her, and practically made her our little sister. But the nightmares didn’t really stop. And then with everything else that played out after, we had more things to dream about. You called out for Steve, then Tony.

The landing was pretty rough, I won’t lie. Because the jet was so outdated, it was hard to clear for landing. About 15 minutes later, we landed and immediately got taken into the jungle. The Dora Milaje didn’t speak the entire ride there, and when we got to the hidden base, you held my hand tightly.

“God, I can’t believe I’m wishing for elevator music right now” you whispered into my ear. I nodded in agreement. We probably stood in silence for barely 2 minutes, yet it felt like an eternity. When the elevator stopped, the doors opened promptly and we were lead to a large room with ceiling to floor panel windows along the side, revealing a gloomy sky and misty trees. In the distance, you could see a monumental panther carved of rock.

You had your face so close to the window that the glass easily fogged up under your breath. My hands were pressed against the cold, thick glass, feeling all the slight vibrations from the environment. If it weren’t for the mist, you wouldn’t be able to tell that the wind was present. The leaves moved so swiftly, despite the mist passing by so rapidly. The outside world never looked so calm and at peace. It was definitely different from New York.
The sound of a door opening gently and closing immediately snapped me out of my thoughts, making the both of us turn around to find the source. Steady footsteps echoed from around the corner, eventually revealing a familiar face.


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If I Only get a Year with You... (Kim Seokjin x Reader)

Summary: When both of your significant others die in the same car crash there is no one else you can turn to besides your longtime friend, Kim Seokjin. You both run away to grieve, but what you find in your sadness is more than you could have ever hoped for.

Words: 2137

Pairing: gardener!Jin x Reader, dead!member x Reader

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Slow burn, Past character death, Self-harm Mention, MAJOR angst, Grief, Hurt and comfort


“Just until we figure our shit out,” you say, and immediately Jin agrees.

You buy plane tickets and tell very few people where you are going. Your black mourning dress is shoved in a trash bin at the airport. His suit is wrinkled, he doesn’t take your hand until you land. 

When you both arrive at the place you come to call your home you are both filled to the brim with tears and sadness. It makes Jin’s hands shake. You rent a cabin next to a city you saw once in a catalog and Jin listens to you crying every night through its thin walls. He stares out the window of his separate bedroom unable to find that long lost island called dreamless sleep.

He still has nightmares about that night. 

Your house is just far enough away from the city to see the lights echo off the clouds at night and close enough to the wilds where Jin has to shut the chickens in at dusk. You inherit them from the last tenants- a young flighty couple. Jin thinks you like them despite the fact that you complain about the smell. he catches you looking at them peck at the grass one day. Sometimes- when you make your way into the kitchen just before noon and your eyes are at their reddest – Jin makes eggs for you.

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Wake Up Call

This is my entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge, Week 1.  I am using prompt #1 “It’s 8:30, I have a hangover and you’re annoying me.”

Summary:  Jensen has to wake Jared up at JibCon.

Warnings: SMUT, Jensen x Jared (RPF), blowjob, implied J2M relations

A/N: This was very much inspired by all of the ridiculous shenanigans that happened at JibCon 2017.  I hope you all enjoyed watching the videos as much as I did!  No bad feelings for their beautiful, wonderful, amazing wives, this is fiction!

word count: ~1270

Jensen checked his phone for what seemed like the hundredth time, seeing if Jared had texted him yet.  They’d gotten back to the hotel late last night, so late that the two actually went to their separate rooms to sleep.  

When in Rome, that wasn’t the norm.

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Imagine being trapped in a car’s truck after a sorority’s initiation gone wrong, only to be rescued by Alex Summers.

Note: Self-explanatory I think. Female! Reader (y/n) = Your name

Warnings: Any phobia including a car, a truck or a fear of small spaces.  Trauma about a hazing.

Disclaimers: Not my character. Although it would have been a pleasure.

Originally posted by randomimaginesx

The only thing they had told you about the initiation party was that there was going to be a lot of alcohol. Not that it mattered - you were legal - , but it was to some amounts you would not see in a regular party.
Your friends had warned you about the boys. The girls too. Trying to get in your pants. The whole frenzy about the place no matter where it happened. You had met a few people who you knew through common friends. At midnight, you joined with other new members of the sorority.

It was nice to be surrounded by all those girls just in the same situation you were in: leaving your parents for the first time since graduation, having to live with new people…
After a few introductions, some of the girls started to say that they were tired, that they wanted to get back to the house.
That’s what everyone did in the end. Around four o’clock, you were awoken by a loud sound. Some of the older girls drove everyone out of the dorms. The “real” initiation had begun. To you, it was exactly what you had feared: the possibility of a hazing.

The trial was simple. Your university was close - about half an hour by foot - from the new school they had opened. A school for mutants they said.

Nothing was sure but it was a rumour around campus that went on since you had set foot in it.
If you really wanted to enter the sorority it meant that you were ready to make some sacrifice and risk your own integrity for your sisters.
Also meaning: they had defied everyone to enter the school rob something to prove it, all without getting caught.

You had feared this more than anything. Being afraid of mutants at that time was not so illogical. It was not what you feared the most though.

They took you by car, leaving you to get back on your own. Pairing up with one of the girl you knew from your high school, both of you managed to enter through one of the open window on one side of the castle. Apparently, the room was not occupied but a light lit up to your right. It was a guy dressed in his pyjamas, listening to some music on his walk-man.

“Forgot your keys?”

Dread went up your spine.

“Yes. We’re going back to our rooms. “
He nodded simply.

“’kay. Just don’t tell anyone about me being here in the middle of the night and I won’t tell about you dropping by through the window… deal?
- Deal.”
His silver hair shone a strange light. He shook your hand, yawned and went back to his walk-man.
Looking over to your friend, you both exited the room quickly.

“Wow, what just happened there?
- No idea. Let’s just get going.”

After a few minutes, you agreed to take something they would not notice was gone. As you walked by one of the rooms, you found a polaroid. An idea immerged.

“Hey, look. We should take a picture with one the logos of the school, ok? Like that they’ll know we were inside.
- Yes! That’s a great idea. Let’s do it fast… This place gives me the creeps.” she whispered.

After searching a bit you found yourselves in the kitchen. Someone had forgot a hoodie with the school’s name on it. You put it on because your friend wouldn’t. Taking the picture with the polaroid, you noticed that someone’s shadow was forming on the white tiles of the room. It came from the hallway.

“We are so screwed” your friend voiced turning to you.
Before any of this got worse you acted fast. The picture you took was in your friends hand perfectly dry so you needed nothing else. Turning around you saw a backdoor.
You ran towards it, but as you walked through it your friend’s ankle seemed to be hurting her. You helped her to get outside. It was somewhat of a parking lot. You tested a few cars’ doors but nothing conclusive. Suddenly by your side the girl was opening one of the trucks gesturing you to be silent and to get in.

“What the hell are you doing? We don’t have time for this ?!” you whispered.


Taking brutally your left arm, she pointed you to the entrance which you would see from your position. A man in a wheelchair, a young man in glasses and another person with short blond hair were talking almost harshly.

“Alex, you say that Peter has seen girls entering the school?
- Yes. And I checked he did not use pot this time.
- I wish he did…
- Professor!
- Sorry Hank but there is no other way to put it. I know where they are. They are here because of a sorority ritual of entrance…
- Who would be stupid enough to…
- Alex. Not so long ago you wished to belong too. Don’t blame them too quickly.”

Before you could hear more, you snapped out of it with the nails of the girl beside you digging into your skin. She was petrified.
“Get in! They are coming!”

You could not stop her from putting you in the truck and closing it on you. Then, you heard her muffled voice through the metal.

“Sorry. I just really want to get into that sorority… Good luck. I’ll see you around.”

On that you heard someone running, getting into one of the cars, turning it on and driving away.

After a few breaths, you started to panic. There was not a lot of room to move, nor enough to stay calm. Outside, it was a whole other story.
“That’s Logan’s car.
- He is going to be pissed.
- Stating the obvious McCoy.
- Thanks Summers…
- Both of you stop bickering I can hear something…”

That was your only shot.

- That I can hear too…”

Before you could say anything else, the truck was simply opened by one young blonde man. The light hit your eyes from behind him. He was quite handsome now that you got to see him up close. Fuck, being stuck in small spaces did things to your brain. Someone chuckled. It was the person they had called “Professor”.

“Good evening.”

You sat down on the edge of the infamous truck. “Good evening sir.”

“So, what are you doing here?
- Alex! I already told you…
- To shut up I know!
- No. Not yet anyway. Just look at her.”

Obliging, his eyes drifted from your dangling dirty feet to your bare legs, up your waist with the sleeveless hoodie you did not have the time to put back in the kitchen. His brow furrowed when he saw your face. You were biting on your lip, trying to keep from crying, visibly lacking confidence.

“What happened to you, huh?
- I got trapped in the truck.
- No, not that.”

You swallowed hard. Under their eyes, it was difficult not to crumble. A voice appeared in your head. It was soothing you. It came from the professor. His hair was as dishevelled as yours and obviously as sleep deprived as you were. You told them everything. All of it. They got you into the castle before it woke up anymore of the students.

The four of you took a seat around tea in the kitchen.

“But, Professor, why did you ask me about the… the trial if you already knew about it?
- You needed to talk about it first.” he smiled softly.

Hank yawned. Alex seemed about to fall asleep on the table. To your left, through the window, the first lights of the sun arose. You checked the clock: it was past 6 already.

“Well, at least I am never getting into that sorority.”

You sighed.

“Xavier, what are we going to do about her?”

The professor faked deliberation before saying: “Well, I think she should stay with one of us, - just in case – and rest before we drive her back there. Plus, she’s going to have to answer for her actions. Don’t you think (y/n)?
- I can never thank you enough… And yes, if you think about going to the police, I agree with…”

He cut you short.

“Oh no. No, it would be too much and the school does not have money to pursue every single person trying to enter the school. But you could help here and there. Like a secretary of sorts? Maybe an internship for the year?
- You’re sure Professor? She is not familiar with mutants, she is going to strike out of…
- Hank, I know what I am doing. She knows plenty about mutation, believe me.”

You frowned. His mind searching skill was not good for your intimacy. But they were all mutants, weren’t they? What would be the point in hiding that?

“Indeed, why would you need to hide?
-…I’m afraid, you know…
- I know.”

Your palms were sweaty but the small lights running between your knuckles warmed them up. Thunderbolt was running through your veins since you were a kid, but your parents managed to make you hide it. Between your hands, you created a small lighting. It jolted both Hank and Alex awake.

After a few seconds, the professor started wheeling away wishing all of you good night. Hank followed closely.

“Are you sure she can be left alone with Alex ?!
- Hank, are you discussing my decision?
- Yes! I mean no…But…
- Good Night Hank.”

While this conversation happened, Alex have helped you to his room, getting another mattress to sleep on.

“I already told you. I am too tired to fight you right now. You can try to talk me out of letting you sleep in my bed, but you’d fail.
- But…
- I am sleeping. The bathroom is over here if you need it. Good night.”

He was just laid out on the mattress with no cover nor pillow. Sleeping like a log. Out of mercy for his back you put a pillow behind his head, and one of the covers on his back. As you were about to go back to sleep you heard him say: “Stop worrying (y/n). It keeps me awake. You’re safe now. You’ll always be safe with us.”

You smiled as he went back into slumber. The sun was flirting with your hair through the window’s panels and onto your pillow. One last thought wandered your mind, as you were falling asleep: the only reason you felt safe here, was because of them. If you could help it, you would never be leaving. Not ever.

Murphy tossed the pack at Bellamy without a word. Bellamy caught easily, raising an eyebrow in question.

Clarke swiveled. “Murphy, what is this?”

She didn’t finish before Emori stepped out from behind the rover, setting a second pack at Clarke’s feet.

“Look, you both know the hunting is getting worse and -”

Emori put a hand in John’s arm to stop him from picking a fight with Clarke.

“What John means…” She shot him a look. “Is that we need to scout the area for more resources. There’s more of us to support, and once we get the bunker dug out, there will be even more people to feed and shelter.”

She looked to Clarke. “You’re the best one to scout. You’ve already checked a lot of the surrounding area, but the best view is the top of the mountain ridge. It’s at a least a 4 day hike there and back.”

Clarke knew they were right. She hadn’t risked a climb up the ridge when it was just her and Madi. She couldn’t risk leaving Madi alone. But she’d thought about it more than once. And now…

John saw the change in her expression. He looked at Bellamy. “She can’t go alone. We don’t know anything about the terrain, and with the other ship landing… You’re the best shot out of all of us and the best tracker. It has to be you two.”

Clarke and Bellamy exchanged a look, they knew they were right, but leaving felt like such a risk. Clarke’s thoughts went to Madi, and she couldn’t help glancing at her.

Monty caught the quick glance, “We’ll take care of Madi. We won’t let her out of our sight.”

Clarke could see Madi’s eyes light up and Harper’s warm smile. With her natural curiosity, she’d taken to Monty right away - firing questions as quickly as he could answer them. And Harper might be an excellent sentry and shot, but she was a gentle soul. Yes, Clarke thought, Madi would be safe with them. All of them.

“Besides…. we thought you guys might like sometime to yourselves.” Emori was cautious, but you could hear the suggestion - and amusement in her tone.

Clarke’s eyes widened in surprise, visibly caught off guard. Meanwhile, Bellamy was suddenly intent on checking the pack clips, although the tips of his ears were bright red and the smile was unmistakable.

“I… but… there’s… I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Clarke sputtered. She looked at Bellamy, but he had turned his back to her and continued inspecting his pack. In truth, he was trying very hard not to burst out laughing, and he knew that one look at her would break all of his composure.

He took a deep breath, slung the pack over his shoulder, and as nonchalant as he could muster, “Come on Princess, we should get going. You know they’re right. And it’s a long walk, no sense in waiting.”

Clearly irritated, she grabbed her pack, but not before glaring at Murphy once more.

They walked through the woods silently, falling easily into a quick but easy pace with Clarke leading the way and Bellamy just a few steps behind.

Bellamy smiled. She was still stewing, her shoulders squared and her steps hard.

“I don’t know what they meant by that. ‘Alone time’. Like this is some vacation. They’re making it sound like they did us a favor, made up some reason for us to leave. Of course it make sense for us to be the ones to go. I mean, who else would they send? Nobody else knows…”

He smiled at her irritation. Of course they knew. They’d spent 6 years watching Bellamy listen to her radio messages every morning. He let her ramble on as his thoughts drifted back to the ark.

It was quiet on the ark. He figured everyone was sleeping and he wandered into the mess, looking for something to drink. He hadn’t been sleeping, it’d only been a few days and while they’d been busy, he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

He filled a mug with water and started heating it up. He pulled an MRE and searched through it until he found a pack marked coffee.

A knock on the door frame behind him. It was Monty.

“I don’t know why you’re knocking. Or awake for that matter. Won’t Harper miss you?”

“No.” It was Harper.

Bellamy sat down at the table. “Midnight snack?”

“Not exactly….” Monty trailed off. Bellamy noticed a tablet in his hands and suddenly sensed the tension. Harper’s hand was on Monty’s arm, as if to steady him. And Monty just looked from the tablet to Bellamy, unsure.
Harper gave him a slight nudge. Monty started to slide the tablet across the table.

“Look, you know I’ve been turning on systems and searching through records of what’s on here and what might be left that we can use.”

“Yeah, so? What did you find? Is there a problem? Do we need to get Raven?”

“No! No. Nothing like that….”

Harper pointed to a spot on the tablet. Living quarters. C-3742. Bellamy stared at it confused. She tapped the compartment number. A box appeared. Assigned occupant. J. Griffin, deceased. A. Griffin. C. Griffin, incarcerated.

“He found Clarke’s quarters. We haven’t gone down yet. We felt like… like you should go in first.”

Monty slid a small card across the table.

“This will get you in.” Bellamy reached for the card, still in a state of shock. “And Bellamy, there’s no reason for us to convert that space into anything else.”

Bellamy knew what he meant. Since getting back on the Ark, he couldn’t sleep. None of the rooms felt right. He felt like the ghosts of their former occupants were hanging over him. He’d taken to reading most nights, with brief spurts of sleep on the library floor.

Dazed, he found himself outside the door. Dreamlike, he waved the key card in front of the panel and stepped inside. The lights flickered on. He looked around, amazed at the space. It was so white. He set the mug and tablet on the coffee table. This was so much bigger than the compartment he’d grown up in. He looked around. There were no beds.

He glanced around, a Dr.’s jacket thrown over a chair. A barrette on the kitchen table. A glass in the sink. It was like they had left yesterday.

He spotted a door, and opened it. A double bed, one side neatly made, the other flung down. A closet door open, with a few things still hanging of Abbey’s. He backed out shutting the door.

Then he saw it, just to his right. Another door. Clarke’s door. He paused outside. Part of him felt wrong, like he was invading her privacy. But he missed her. He missed her so much that he wanted any connection to her. He opened the door.

Drawings covered the wall. Some were of what she imagined earth looked like. He chuckled softly at the irony of staring at Clarke’s imagined drawings of earth after spending the last year on the planet with her. He took a step closer, drawn to images of kids playing. A girl, concentrating on chess game. A young boy, laughing. A woman, a toddler seated in her lap as she pointed to words in a book. He’d never gotten to she this side of her. He was awestruck. He started to walk along the wall, taking them all in when he stepped on something soft. It was a hooded sweatshirt. He picked it up to move it when he caught it. Pressing it to his face, he breathed in, closing his eyes. It smelled like her. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes and he sat on the edge of her bed. He lowered it, putting his head in his hands and weeping.


“Clarke, hold up.”

“What? Did you hear something?”

“What? No.” No, he had just remembered the pain of thinking he had lost her. He needed to touch her again. To remind himself that she was alive and here and that this was real.

He stepped closer to her, pressing his forehead to hers. He could tell she was momentarily caught off guard, but then she relaxed into his arms.

Suddenly she looked up.

“Did you put them up to this?!?”

“What? No!” Her half smile turned his mind to other thoughts and he felt a stirring. “Although…” he teased, pulling her closer and kissing her neck. “That wouldn’t have been a bad idea.”

She laughed, playfully pushing his chest.

“We have another 3 miles to go to get over that ridge and get to the stream for freshwater tonight. So you’re going to have to keep it in your pants.”

He sighed. “Whatever you say Princess.” Pulling her in for a long kiss and reaching behind her to grab her ass before she could push him off again. He laughed as she stomped away. “Besides,” he teased “I’ve got a great view.”

i’m getting really nostalgic right now so for people who have been fans of regular show since the beginning who remembers
• when the fandom had more than like 7 people and new episodes were talked about
• that one kid in class who would always go “you know who else ____? MY MOM!!”
• rigby died at least once every season
• those previews that ended with a still of the park and a narrator saying “regular show: it’s anything but. new episode monday at 8.”
• lady pecs
• before eileen was introduced so in a desperate attempt to give rigby a love interest people made female raccoon ocs that all had the same “cool chick, loves coffee and video games” personality
• party tonight was the ultimate jam
• but there was that super weird official music video for it that cartoon network released that had people actually dressed up as the characters and it just… nyeeeh
• “cj was a really cool character i hope she comes back one day and makes up with mordecai”
• super saiyan benson
• it was pretty much agreed by everyone that the funniest scene was when muscle man got punched by the hammer and his own boobs hit him in the face
• “i hope mordecai and margaret kiss under the mistletoe in the christmas special!”
• techmo was everyone’s fave
•when bendrey still like existed
• that meme about mordecai eating salad
• the acid trip from weekend at benson’s and how you will probably never listen to mississippi queen again without imagining mordecai, rigby, and benson stumbling down the street while dancing chili peppers distort reality around them
• people editing that scene from brain eraser where the cashier guy goes “i watch it all day, every day” with their favorite show
• the really creepy original ending to terror tales of the park 2 (you see mordecai and rigby’s mangled dead bodies at the scene of a car crash and then everyone goes to hell)
• the promo for bad kiss coming out and everybody flipped
• 10 hour long loops of summertime lovin on youtube
• everybody being super proud when mordecai punched benson… yeah you know the moment
• back when rigby was just starting to like eileen but not quite so in ship fics and stuff he was depicted as like “gosh i HATE eileen and her STUPID face so why do i want to KISS HER SO BAD?”
• mordecai’s mom cecilia
• when power tower first aired and for some reason that was never explained the colors were all wrong and did it kind of hurt anyone else’s eyes?
• future meets the past (HAVE FUN BIRTHING US)
• art of rigby and rocket raccoon
• this is probably really dumb but… i miss when margaret almost always wore yellow for her casual outfits? like, i don’t know, but i still headcanon it as her favorite color :3
• people thought rigby was gay for mordecai (but come on they weren’t wrong) because he showed no interest in girls or dating for the first, second and arguably part of the third season
• “thomas is such a boring character why did he even join the show?”
• when benson told mordecai and rigby he loved them in blind trust :_)
• don’t lie, you HAVE thought about changing your name to trash boat
• “they should use the song come on eileen in the show”
• that mordecai in art school flashback and how everyone thought it was the cutest thing
• everybody hated benson after best burger in the world
• when rigby ran on all fours more often… i miss that :_(
• crossover art with adventure time
• mordaret was the most popular ship in the fandom seriously everybody was rooting for them
• i think benpops was pretty popular too
• that scene from terror tales 5 where rigby goes “let’s do something REALLY scary!” and pops goes “we could go to bed early and be alone with our thoughts” and how every once in a while the regular show tag will be spammed with the same screenshot of it over and over
• meteor moves had half the fandom screaming over the mordaret kiss and the other half reeaaally mad about the whole friend zone thing
• you probably tried to send something to the moon once, it most likely didn’t work
• that part from video game wizards where mordecai is trying to sleep in a motel room while rigby blasts his homemade song on a boom box outside and how people always replace the song with another one in edits that are all like “trying to get your friend to listen to ___”
• “omg donald trump tried to destroy thanksgiving in regular show!”
• chad and jeremy fan art/fanfictions EVERYWHERE
• the preview for steak me amadeus came out just a little after adventure time’s fire and ice aired and people were like “i have a bad feeling about mordecai and margaret since finn and flame princess just broke up”
• people wanted cj to be the new waitress at the coffee shop after margaret left
• did anyone else try to learn how to do mordecai’s robot from the tgi tuesday dance battle? no? just me? okay
• the fandom went nuts when phone recordings of comic con panels were uploaded to youtube (also remember when william salyers acted out rigby asking eileen for a date? good times)
• “can mordecai fly?”
• the calvin wong/toby jones and hilary florido/madeline queripel board teams
• i think cloudyleen was a thing for a while
• ooh also cj x thomas was actually pretty huge i’m pretty sure even one of the storyboarders like toby jones or owen dennis or someone said they shipped it
• admit it at one point or another you have wanted a mordecai and the rigbys t-shirt or an eggcellent hat
• i don’t remember the exact situation but someone from the show posted something about “ready to go steady” and tagged it rigby and eileen and nobody knew what it meant but the shippers had a field day
• how benson’s car was accidentally aired before the terror tales episode that explained how thomas got stuck wearing his pizza costume until thanksgiving so HE JUST RANDOMLY WALKED INTO THE HOUSE DRESSED AS A SLICE OF PIZZA WITH NO CONTEXT AND WALKED RIGHT OUT HAHAHAHAAAHA
• the tag after maxin and relaxin aired being flooded with screencaps of all the mordeblushes
• after the movie there were people who went “SEE this is why i hate rigby he’s selfish and ruined mordecai’s future and lied about it” and then there were people who went “LOOK AT HIM RIGBY MY SON HIS PARENTS DIDN’T BELIEVE IN HIM NO DON’T CRY HE’S TRYING TO MAKE THINGS BETTER HE GOT BRUTALLY REJECTED FROM THE MOST ACCEPTING COLLEGE ON THE PLANET HE HAS SUCH LOW SELF-ESTEEM I WANT TO GIVE HIM A HUG”
• eileen’s rock polisher jokes
• the mordaret shippers getting excited for diary but then “I THINK EILEEN LOOKS HOT WITHOUT HER GLASSES ON!” and the rigleen shippers rose
• the titles and synopses for the first few episodes of season 6 being released and they were all about muscle man and the entire fandom was like “aw CRAP HERE COMES ANOTHER SEASON 4 BOYS”
• a lot of people were even praying that the end of muscle man was about his untimely death
• speaking of which remember how like half the fandom went “damn they had the perfect opportunity to kill off muscle man” after last meal haha
• the running gag where maellard always called benson the wrong name
• also the one where margaret had a new boyfriend every episode
• you may or may not have known someone who said “TGI TUESDAY!” every tuesday for like a year
• the best rap in the entire show was probably when mordecai was telling rigby off in sweater woes for being selfish and not moving on from margaret (“not fine not fine!”)
• screen caps of those animatronics from fuzzy dice with the caption “is this five nights at freddy’s”
• when the post card was announced and all the writers were like “it’s a hi five ghost episode! no, really!”
• “you really have to blow, you’re not blowing hard enough, BLOW HARDER!”
• this was in season 7 so not exactly old but sam spina’s bad art contests
• the swift rise and fall of the cloudygret ship at one point in the love triangle i think it was after eileen flat screen aired
• everybody making their own theories about skips and his “mystery lost love” and then there were tears when skips’ story aired
• muscle man getting beaten up to holly jolly christmas and we all laughed because he deserved it
• benson’s girlfriend veronica
• “i can’t believe evangelion copied regular show”
• you’ve witnessed the introduction, filling, and re-digging of the crash pit
• the eileen flat screen fake out where jg quintel hyped the episode and said it was gonna be big and people immediately thought “RIGLEEN” but it was like nope margaret’s back
• “still think i’m a momma’s boy?”
• people making thomas memorial videos or “rip thomas” text posts after the real thomas aired
• how a lot of people left the fandom after the two great controversies™, meteor moves (“FRIEND ZONE! FRIEND ZONE FRIEND ZONE FRIEND ZONE!”) and the season 6 love triangle, also the real thomas but to a lesser extent, but most of them still went “but tell me when rigleen becomes canon yo”
• is it just me or will my favorite scene always be the season 4 ending where rigby joined mordecai on the park house roof and they watched the sunset together
• “you take margaret to the airport?” “yeah” “you want to talk about it?” “no” seriously if this is not your favorite moment then why not

Tangled up in Webs:Pt:3

Warnings: Violence, Spoilers (???)

Pairing: Spider-man x reader, Peter Parker x reader
Summary: You are one of the Avengers hiding in Wakanda. Being the youngest and the only one with a secret identity, you are sent to New York to be undercover in Queens. You’re supposed to be focused on the mission- but then a distraction pops into your life. Well- more like swings.


Pt 2: http://mattstarrxfandomimagines.tumblr.com/post/145920979041/tangled-up-in-webspt2

Pt 4: http://mattstarrxfandomimagines.tumblr.com/post/146407727786/tangled-up-in-webs-pt4

Pt 5: http://mattstarrxfandomimagines.tumblr.com/post/147110402506/tangled-up-in-webs-pt-5

Pt 6:http://mattstarrxfandomimagines.tumblr.com/post/148644531836/tangled-up-in-webs-final

It had been three weeks since the incident with the water balloons. It was an easy fix, despite how much discomfort it had caused you.
The only sign you could see of the damage now was your old notifications. Before your tech had been improved because of the Avengers, you would get images flashing across your vision.
Not glitchy ones like when the water balloon hit you- useful things.
Things like heart-rate, internal temperature, heat signatures, even news feeds. You didn’t mind having them back- but you felt less human now. It was just something you would have to deal with.
Your hearing and visual panel had been slightly water logged when you first started, but you and Scott had managed to figure out how to fix it. Which had almost seemed impossible with how many times Cassie would ask questions about your abilities, or why you had wires in your head.
But despite finishing the work in a couple hours, your mind flittered back to Tony, knowing how easily he could have fixed you.
Those kind of things you tried not to think about.
After that, the next three weeks passed by quickly without you noticing. You became used to where you were- knowing Peter, acting like you had a family, doing your homework even.
It all had begun to feel natural.
And that was the problem.
You were getting attached- you weren’t supposed to do that. Especially forgetting to actually investigate. The only time you had really investigated was late at night and you had run out of options. You decided to go down to the shadiest place in town and wait, hoping to hear anything Super villain worthy.
So you stood on the roof of a building, scowling as you tried to sketch the street below.
Where would the best place for super-powered villains to attack be? You quickly erased a line as you groaned, looking up periodically to see if anyone on the slummy streets below would make any moves on the various bars and clubs that littered the dingy neighborhood.
You sighed and cupped your chin into you palm, tapping the side of your cheek.
And you had thought posing as a normal teenager was the hard part.
“What are you doing?” You felt something land behind you, and it took all of your willpower not to generate a gun from your arm and shoot whoever had snuck up on you.
Instead you jumped, dropping your sketchbook. You spun around, coming face to face with the superhero you had met twice.
Well, now it was three times- that didn’t matter.
The first time had actually been when you were in costume, fighting him at an airport.
He had been really annoying.
Crazy annoying.
You scowled at him, your face bunching up.
“What do you think you’re doing- running around, sneaking up on people like that?!” You exclaimed, fists resting on your hips and making yourself look angry.
“Me? I’m not the one who should be getting interrogated- what are you doing around here, on a building… sketching people?” He asked as he bent down and snatched up your notebook.
You lunged forward for your book, but Spider-man simply danced out of reach.
“Huh. You’re pretty good at this.”
“Give it back!” You huffed, still reaching for you sketchbook. He held the book way over his head, to far away for you to reach it, just enough to give you hope.
“Aw come on, isn’t art supposed to be public?” He said, still laughing at you. This last laugh must have pushed you over the edge, because you made up your mind.
You lunged at him a second time, expecting him to dodge again. But Spider-man had been caught off-guard. You barreled directly into him, arms wrapping around his chest and taking him down. You both landed hard, the superhero directly under you.
“Ow…” He said, weird mechanical eye-holes squinted shut.
“HA!” You exclaimed and reached over his head for one of his hands, the one gripping tight to your sketch book. You ripped it from his hands triumphantly and sat up, still laughing.
“For someone who looks so small, you hit really hard.”  Spider-man said, looking up at you.
You smirked, knowing the exact reason for that.
“I guess I’m just full of surprises.”
“Yeah. You definitely are… Can you get off me now?”
You blinked and then looked down.
You were straddling him.
You blushed and scrambled off, mind racing. A red line of text flashed in your vision, telling you your heartbeat was abnormally fast. You dismissed the notification.
“Sorry.” You muttered, looking anywhere but at Spider-Man.
“It’s fine. I’m not hurt. No harm, no foul.” You looked at him sideways, realizing that he didn’t understand the implications of the position you had been in a couple of moments ago.
You were relieved- but another feeling seeped into your mind.
You closed your eyes, wishing you weren’t a hormonal teenage girl.
“So really, why are you out here? Shouldn’t you be at home? In bed?”
“You don’t know my sleep schedule.” You quipped, flipping through the pages of your book.
“Sure- but I know your schedule doesn’t include hanging out in shady places late at night”. You cocked an eyebrow suggestively, a smirk risk  to your face.
“What do you do stalk me? I didn’t take you as that kind of guy.” You teased, pressing the notebook to your chest. To your surprise, Spider-Man instantly became flustered, the tech in your brain telling you that his heart rate had increased.
“No of course not!” Spider-Man exclaimed, arms waving expressively, “I wouldn’t follow you around- people who do that are weird! I definitely haven’t followed you home and watched you!” You stared, mouth hanging open slightly.
“Oh my gosh. You totally followed me home.” You stated, one arm extending and moving for emphasis.
“No! I didn’t I swear!” You almost giggled. Spidey’s voice had again become higher, increasing with his emotion. You walked over to him, looking him up and down. An orange light blinked in the corner of your vision. He was definitely lying. But he seemed flustered enough that you couldn’t believe that his intentions had been anything but well meaning. He was kinda annoying- but he seemed to always mean well.
You smiled and moved closer, patting him on the shoulder.
“I’ll forgive you- if you tell me about Kraven. Does he have any affiliates?”
“Just because I’m embarrassed doesn’t mean you can trick me.”
“So that means I’m ‘still in danger’?”
“Okay. See you around Web-head.”
You shrugged and turned around, heading for the edge of the roof.
“Wait- how are how you getting down?”
“Same way I came up. Parkour.” You answered enthusiastically, edging your way off the roof. Spidey watched you go, staying silent for a long while. He sighed, putting a hand on his head now that you were out of earshot.
“Uhhhhh she’s gonna kill me. I think I’m getting gray hairs- and I just turned sixteen!”

“What’s that?” You asked, looking at the crumpled flyer in Peter’s hand. Peter looked at you as you walked down into the subway after school.
“Uh, it’s nothing really important. Just a dance.” He said, sounding pretty negative about the subject. You snatched the paper from his hands, all while maneuvering around other people.
“A dance? I didn’t know that high schools had dances…” You said, looking at the flyer with intense concentration.
“You didn’t?”
“No. I didn’t think education systems would bother with things like that.” You replied, turning the flyer over to find more information.
“Well don’t worry, our dances suck anyway. There’s no reason you should have to worry about it.”
Peter said sullenly as you both made your way to the subway platform. You looked at him and cocked an eyebrow.
“You sound kinda bitter about all this.”
Peter laughed half-heartedly.
“Let’s just say that it isn’t fun to go to these without a date- or friends.”
You looked at Peter, a feeling of sympathy weighing on your chest. If you hadn’t met Peter that first day at school, would you have been friendless? You looked at him as he stared at the subway, running something back and forth in your mind.
“Peter-” You opened your mouth, but before you could say anything, loud screaming came from behind you.
You turned around, seeing nothing but a large mass of people swarming out of the subway.
“What is- oh…” You said, eyes landing on the large group of men two hundred feet away from you, gathering up people and forcing them to the floor. They were taking hostages- and guess who was the leader?
You caught a glimpse of his gaudy outfit as people streamed past you, running for the exit.
You turned, expecting to see Peter right next to you. He wasn’t there.
“Peter?!-” You cried out, and then in your confusion was knocked over by  nicely dressed New Yorker. You fell to the floor, wincing as people rushed over you, not bothering to help you up. You grimaced and got up on your hands and knees, starting to crawl backwards and stand up. You peered through the frenzied crowd, looking for something.

Your eyes landed on an upturned table, maybe it had been for someone selling things.

But at the moment it didn’t matter why it was there, overturned against a wall. All that mattered was that you had a hiding spot.

You sprinted towards the table, both thankful and disappointed the crowd was thinning out. Sure you could move easily, but you didn’t have the best cover. You dashed through the remaining people, weaving until you neared the table. You jumped and landed cleanly behind it, safely blocked from view by the tipped over appliance. You pressed yourself to the underside of the table and pulled out your phone, getting it ready to record what was transpiring. You turned and peered from your hiding place, seeing the last of the unlucky civilians being corralled together and thrust to the floor. The loud thumping of your silicone heart rushed in your ears as you fumbled with the phone. A small alert clouded your vision, telling you that your adrenaline was becoming rapidly high. You took a shaky breath and held the phone up.
“Good, good!” Kraven roared as he sauntered across the dirty tile, brandishing a… hunting spear. You narrowed your eyes and zoomed in on the supervillain. His costume is what you were focusing on.

He wore a dark leather vest over a sleeves less orange v-neck shirt. Kraven was practically bulging from the shirt, dark hair and muscles looking like they were about to escape the orange madness. You wrinkled your nose and dismissed Kraven’s gaudy fashion sense, and focused on the accessories.

His necklace was adorned with shriveled heads, bones, teeth, bullets, and small pouches. Along numerous places in his dark tan skin, burns cropped up. The most prominent was on his right cheek bones, in the shape of an animal skull.

That had to mean something.

Either he was a masochist, or that burn had some kind of ties to other villains. 

The rest of his outfit was composed of weapons, slung across his back, across his chest, around his cargo pants, and around his waist. It was a miracle he hadn’t stabbed himself. You were so intent on drinking in and  analyzing Kraven’s appearance, that you didn’t see the broad chested man who was approaching your table with panther-like stealth.

Suddenly you were plucked from your hiding place, a calloused hand wrapping around your exposed neck. You spluttered as you were lifted into the air.

“Kraven, look at this.” The large man held you up, your struggling feet dangling in the air. Your vision was infiltrated with warnings, informing you of lack of oxygen. You gasped, eyes wide like a fish out of water.

“Hm. I thought we had caught all the animals left in this station. Looks like we passed over a delicate fawn.” Kraven brought a large, sausagey finger to your face and traced it down your cheek. You made a disgusted sound in your throat as Kraven inspected you.

“Drop her.” The large man who had caught you released his grip. You fell to the ground, clutching your throat. You winced-  your were definitely going to have bruises. You scowled at the dirty tile floor.

If only you could break cover- then this wouldn’t be a problem.

And you could shove one of those serrated spears right up Kraven’s-

You stop and looked forward to see Kraven’s large boot step dangerously close to your head. You froze, keeping yourself low to the ground.

“Actually, I think I recognize you, little deer. Quite a nosy thing aren’t you?” Kraven harsh voice sent shivers down your spine. You looked up, alarmed.

“I didn’t think your brain was big enough for you to remember things.” You snapped, speaking before you thought. You realized what you said and silently cursed.

You were really bad at this acting normal thing.

Kraven’s eyes widened.

“What did you say?” He hissed through his facial hair. You shrunk back, eyeing the knife his hand was hovering over. Kraven seemed more angered then glad at your silence. He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, hefting your closer until you could smell his breath.

Jerky- gross.

“What possesses you to speak so disrespectfully to an ultimate predator?”

Ultimate predator?

You wrinkled your nose, forcing yourself to glare into Kraven’s beady eyes.

“Well not a ghost I can tell you that for sure. Though recently I have been feeling some indigestion-” you had already messed up- so why not keep making him mad? You were already in trouble anyways.

Kraven growled-like an animal growl- and pulled out a knife, holding it to your skin.

You stifled a flinch and chuckled awkwardly.

“Is that the knife you shave with? That would explain all the scars.” You prattled on, making him angrier. Maybe in his anger he would spill some useful information?

Yeah- that was your logic.

Kraven seemed to reach his limit with you. He pinned you to wall with one gigantic hand, tile shattering around you. You cried out, wondering if this kind of attack would let you blow cover.

Kraven came dangerously close, his knife centimeters away from poking out your eyes.

“You think you are funny? That you are protected, just because you know the Spider?” You grimaced, trying to ignore the knife. You kept your comments to a zero this time, not wanting to end up skewered. Kraven grunted, the knife moving from the bridge of your nose to your forehead.

“Well little fawn, I hate to break it to you- but the Spider-Man? He is no predator. He is prey. Just like the rest of you.” You gasped, the knife piercing your skin. Kraven drew across your face, coming down around your cheekbone. Blood began to seep, flooding your vision. You bit your bottom lip as Kraven kept talking, holding in a scream. If he kept this up…

“And soon, we will show New York what it truly is. A house of prey… But where to do this?” Kraven asked, flicking to knife. It curved across your neck, grazing the skin there but deeply cutting your collarbone. This time you screamed, kicking your legs. You caught Kraven in the gut and sent him skidding away from you. You gasped, knees shaky. Blood was streaming down your face, but head wounds always looked worse than usual. You were just worried you couldn’t see out of your left eye, and about the cut across your collar. You wiped your eye with the back of your hand, trying to get the blood out.

Kraven on the other hand?

He was laughing.

Kraven stood up, waving his men away when they tried to help him.

“It looks like you’re not as helpless as you look huh?” Kraven chuckled, picking up his knife.

“Nevertheless, you need to be made an example of.” Kraven stalked over to you, wiping the blood on his knife onto his bare arm. You pressed yourself to the wall, running over the options in your head.

He would kill you if you didn’t do anything. You crouched, preparing to run. It was better than dying or giving up your cover, but if still made you feel like a coward.

Kraven chuckled, knowing what you were attempting to do.

“Do you really think-” Kraven stopped, seeing something under his foot. The villain bent down slowly, snatching a piece of paper from under his foot.

“A high-school dance? On this date? How amusing. Is this yours?” Your eyes darted to the flyer in his hands- it was yours. You kept a straight face and glared.

“Oh… It is. How amusing. Actually- this is just what I required. You certainly are full of surprises little deer. But now, it’s time to say-”

Before Kraven could finish his monologue, he got completely blindsided. Kraven’s men yelled, pointing and brandishing spears. Spider-man.

You don’t think you could have been more happy to see him. You watched as he took out the goons, one by one. It was pretty impressive. Kraven was still passed out. You glared at his unmoving body, tempted to run over to him. Instead your eyes landed on the knife he had cut you with. You ran over, grabbing the bloodied knife from the floor. Now that you looked at it, it looked nothing like you’d have expected Kraven to be carrying. It was high tech- and green. You frowned and quickly shoved it in your backpack. You leaped up, seeing Kraven starting to shift.

“(F/n)! Get out of here! What are you doing?!” You looked up and saw Spider-Man gesturing towards the stream of hostages flooding the exit. You held back a retort and nodded, dashing up the steps.

You may have been bloody- but you had information. You ran, dodging your way through the crowd.

Now you had only one question- where was Peter?

You had waited for an hour, looking for him. Peter hadn’t been one of the hostages, so where was he? He hadn’t completely ditched you had he? You crossed the street, ignoring the loud honks directed at you. You winced, feeling the cut on your chest widening. If you could find Peter you needed to patch yourself up. You were strong, but you didn’t want to bleed out. You were just about to call off your search for Peter when your phone rang. Your phone. Of course- you had stuffed into it pocket when the big guy had grabbed you. All this time you could have just called Peter. You took a deep breath and slipped out your phone, seeing that it was indeed from Peter.

“Hello? Peter?”

(F/n)! I’m so glad you picked up. Where have you been?!” You smiled, hearing that Peter was definitely fine and was acting like himself.

“Actually, I got caught up.”


“Peter, I was one of the hostages.”

“Really? (F/n)- are you okay? Do you need me to come and get you?”  You stopped and sat against the sill of department store. You sighed and looked at yourself, knowing there was no way you could walk home like this.

“Yeah.. actually Peter, I do need some help.” You admitted. Peter seemed shocked.

“Oh. Okay- um where are you?” You looked behind you, seeing the name of the store.

“I’m at Katie’s kitties… Who names their store like this?” You muttered, taking in the bright store window. Inside you saw kitten products, and then cages with cats in them. You felt a pang of homesickness, the cats reminding of Wakanda.

“Wow. Okay you’re actually kinda close to my apartment. You hang tight, I’ll be right there.”

“Thanks Peter. Really.” You said as you hung up, looking back at the store. You stood up and walked inside, frowning as the doorbell was replaced with a cat’s meow. You looked up, seeing the bell was in the shape of a calico cat.


The only one else in the store besides the cat’s was a old lady, red glasses balancing on her hawk nose. You waved, only to realize she was sleeping. You dropped your hand- at least you didn’t have to explain the blood.

You walked over to middle of the store, seeing a large glass display case holding around fifteen to twenty cats.

You couldn’t help it.

You scampered over and peered over the plexiglass wall, grimace dissipating into a content smile. The nearest kitten looked up at you and mewed. You sighed and dropped your arm inside the case, petting the tiny kitten with one finger. The kitten was light brown, with big blue eyes. It continued to talk to you, mewing as it curled around your finger.

It was so cute.

You smiled and past the time by playing with the kitten, forgetting your injuries. When Peter finally go there, you didn’t notice him at first.

“(F/n)? Oh- there you are…” You sat on a small stool, playing with the brown kitten. But Peter wasn’t looking at the cute little kitten- he was looking at you.

“(F/n) you’re hurt! Are you okay?” Peter asked, rushing towards you. You looked up at him and dropped the kitten on your lap, suddenly remembering what you were doing.

“I’ve been better.” You croaked, lips caked with dried blood.

“You said you needed help- not medical attention!” Peter exclaimed, looking you up at down.

You stood up looking Peter in the eyes as you shouldered your bag.

“And you can help me with that right? Besides- the cuts aren’t that deep.” Peter gave you a skeptical look.

“Come on, let’s go. We’ll determine how bad you are back at my place.”


“Sorry (F/n), but this is necessary.”

“I know- it just stings.” You muttered as Peter applied more alcohol to your forehead. You sat against his bed, Peter crouching over you as you tipped your head back. Peter rubbed some of the excess blood from your closed eyelid, and then dabbed at your cut, removing whatever invisible germs had manifested there.

“How do you know how to do this?” You asked, looking up at Peter as he worked his way down your face.

“Uh- boy scouts.” Peter said absently. You nodded, which caused Peter to grab your head and move it back in place, much to your annoyance.


“It’s fine. It’s just your health- that’s all.” Peter said sharply, avoiding your eyes as he worked. You looked back up at him.

Was he… mad at you?

You frowned at him, taking in his attitude. Sure he was trying fixing your cut- but he wasn’t doing it gently.

“What?” Peter asked, noticing that you were glaring at him.

“What do you mean what?”

“You’re glaring a hole in my face (F/n).” You let out a long breath through your nose, not looking at Peter.

“You’re mad at me.” You snapped, arms folding. Peter stopped working on your face and looked down at you.


“Peter you’re pissed at me! I can tell! Don’t deny it.” You said and glared at him head on. Peter made a frustrated noise in his throat and dropped to his knees.

“I’m not really mad at you- not intentionally,”

“Really? Seems kinda like you are.” You snapped. Peter made a face at you, throwing up his hands.

“Well how am I supposed to feel?! It’s like you’re asking to be in danger!” He exclaimed loudly. You looked at him, mouth wide open.

“And how am I doing that?” You asked angrily, wincing when you tried to move.

You hated being injured.

Peter made a frustrated face and ran his hand through his hair.

“You’re just- I don’t know- being yourself!”

“Oh so being myself puts me in danger?” You asked. Peter realized what he said and shook his head.

“No (F/n)- that’s not what I meant just- first you want to meet Spider-man, then you get attacked by Kraven-”

“The second one is not my fault Peter-”

“(F/n)! Just listen okay? I know it’s not your fault-”

“Then why are you mad at me?!”

“Because I care about you!” Peter shouted. You blinked, falling silent.

Peter realized what he said, eyes widening.

“I mean- like I care because you could get hurt or…” Peter trailed off, closing his eyes as he slumped forward, hanging his head. A warm feeling had crept into your chest.

You blinked, watching the fading light from the window fall across Peter’s brown hair.

“Peter…” You sat up and extended your arm, letting it fall on his shoulder. He flinched, jolting when you touched him. You stared, surprised at his sudden movement’s. Peter looked at you, and then down at the hand that laid on his shoulder.

“If it makes you feel better, I-”

“Peter, someone is here too- Oh! I didn’t know we had a visitor!” Peter shot up, looking at the brown-haired women in the doorway.

“Aunt May! What are you doing here?”

“Peter. I live here.” The women- Peter’s aunt said and then looked down at you.

You smiled awkwardly and waved. Aunt May saw you injuries, eyes widening.

Peter looked back at you, and then back to his aunt.

“(F/n) was in an attack by Kraven. One down in the subway. I’m helping her.” Peter explained, beating her to the question. Aunt May nodded, eyes still on you.

“Are you okay? Do you want any snacks? You can stay as long as you want.” You smiled, liking Peter’s aunt immediately.

“But I’m gonna have to steal Peter from you for a bit- he needs to talk to someone who came by to see him.”

“Came by to see me…”

Someone leaned into the room, peeking past Peter’s aunt.

“Yeah- and we need to make it quick. I have a meeting in an hour… (F/n)?”

You froze, terror and shock overriding anything else you had been feeling.

Tony Stark stood in the doorway.

Sol 6 part 11

Chris Beck x Reader

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10

Summary: You’re part of the Ares III crew, on sol 6 you’re left behind on Mars with Mark. How will the both of you survive and will Beck ever realise your feelings for him.

Tagged: @thedark-sideofthedark,  @blueblobb, @breathingstops, @all-fandom-feels, @timelordsandgalaxydefenders, @kriscassothegalaxyking, @aj-callaghan, @marzipan-romanoff, @sebbysweaters, @wydari, @i-less-than-three-you

Originally posted by themartian-uk

It was sol 461. Yesterday you had made certain modifications to your rover, NASA genius plan was ‘drill holes in the top and hit it with a rock’ to make a hole. So you had done so which turned out to be harder than you thought with your limited strength. After you and Mark had made a big enough hole you got tarp to add a sort of balloon feature on top of it to make enough space to carry your supplies.

The journey would take one hundred days to get to the MAV, that was 100 days of living in a very confined space with Mark and only getting out for half the day to let the solar panels recharge the rover. You packed up everything you could, you wouldn’t be able to bring your laptop or any personal items because it would add too much unnecessary weight to the MAV launch. Though you could bring it with you for the journey, you would just have to leave it in the rover.

You collected all the photos of the crew you had at the HAB and placed them in your pocket, you had lots of pictures of Beck and of the crew together or in pairs. There were two favourites, one you had taken without Beck knowing when he was laughing at some joke or another and looked directly at the camera. The other was of the whole crew together, it had been taken back on Earth when NASA was getting everyone to do promotional adverts and pictures, a professional and serious one had been taken but you insisted on taking one where everyone was smiling. It looked more real than the official image, there was life in the picture and you had kept it pinned up by your bedside the entire time. You had been scared you would forget their faces and smiles.

The HAB looked different now that you had packed everything away, the place that had been your home for the past year and a half was now open and uninviting. It seemed cold but you almost didn’t want to leave. It was odd, you had spent your entire stay hating it and wishing you could leave but now the time came and you were scared on the unknown.

If anything bad happened out in the rover you couldn’t just go back to the HAB, you would be stuck out there and have nothing to help you through it. If anything went wrong it was most likely that both of you would die, that wasn’t a risk you wanted to take considering the Hermes was already on the way back. You didn’t have a choice.

You came up behind Mark as he signed the wall where he had kept track of the days, he turned and held out the pen to you. You took the red sharpie and spinned it in your fingers for a moment, you hadn’t really written anything since you finished with everyone’s experiments which was months ago. Leaning forward you hovered the pen over the wall, there was a certain sense of finality of signing the wall, something you weren’t sure you could stomach.

Taking a deep breath you tried to calm your nerves and pressed the pen down. You scribbled your signature under Mark’s, it was messier than it had been on Earth but still discernibly yours. Scrunching your nose you looked from your signature to Mark, “It’s messy, you think I could do it again.”

Mark huffed a laugh, “C’mon let’s get out of here,” he nudged you and walked away.

You put your helmet on and followed after him with a smirk, “Uh, Mark?”

He spun around to face you, “Yeah?”


It took a moment to sink in but then it clicked, “Space pirate,” Mark grumbled to himself and went back to get his helmet and stuck it on his head.

“Space pirate?” You chuckled as you opened the airlock for the two of you to step into. Since the accident you had felt pretty antsy going in and out of the airlocks on the HAB in case another one tore, and then you wouldn’t be able to go in and out of the HAB.

“Technically Mars is international waters, and since we don’t have explicit permission from NASA to go and commandeer the Ares IIII MAV, we’re space pirates,” Mark explained as you walked over to the rover where everything was attached and rigged up, with rover one reassembled with wheels attached behind, “I claim captain. Captain Blondebeard.”

You snorted at the name, “Alright, Captain. If you get a name so do I,” you said as the two of you clambered into the rover. “How about Major Cooler-Than-You?” you grinned and took off your helmet, getting comfortable in the back of the rover.

Mark scoffed, “You think you’re cooler than me?”

“Hell yeah, leaps and bounds ahead of you in coolness,” you chuckled.

“And so modest as well,” Mark stated dryly, starting up the rover and pulling away from the HAB.

The next hundred days were spent basically the same as the last, you would travel at night while taking turns to drive then get out and sleep for 13 hours while the rover recharged. “What are you gonna do when we first get back to Earth?” Mark asked after about an hours of silence.

You bit your lip as you thought, you had spent so much time just thinking about going home that you hadn’t really thought of what you would do once you got there. “Sleep for a day or two without fear of my house beaching and killing me in the night,” you shrugged.

Mark snorted and glanced back at you, “After that?”

“Go see my family, they’ve been taking care of my dogs whilst I was up here so I guess I’ll get them back. Maybe spend a solid week or two catching up on movies that came out in the last two years that we missed. What about you?”

“See my family I guess,” Mark didn’t sound so sure, “It feels like I can’t remember what I did for fun before we came up here,” he admitted quietly.

You nodded, “Yeah, it’s like you know you had fun and you remember going to bars and seeing people but now it just seems, I don’t know,” you trailed off, making a wild gesture with your hands to try and explain the feeling you couldn’t put into words, “Like it won’t be enough,” you eventually settled on.

Overall, the journey was fine. You couldn’t sleep as easily as Mark did when it was time for the rover to recharge so you took that extra time to make checks to the equipment you had lugged around which had all worked fine.

Sometimes you wandered a little away from the rover whilst Mark slept, not too far but enough to get a sense of some distance. Being cramped in a tiny rover for a hundred days wasn’t the best for your sense of freedom, the planet was covered in sand dunes and hills. Each time you climbed one you were the first person to do it, the first person to have touched this piece of land.

Occasionally you thought you saw a flicker of a shadow in the distance, NASA had found evidence a few decades back of flowing water on Mars they just hadn’t found it yet. If there was water, then there could be life adapted to the harsh conditions, but you hoped that wasn’t true. Whenever you thought you saw something you would start to head your way back to Mark, it was just in you mind. You had been here too long and had begun to see things to make up for the emptiness, you reasoned.

Still, it was hard to shake the feeling of being unsettled, and when you were quieter than usual Mark didn’t question it. So off you set again and again and again, until finally you made it to the Ares IIII landing site. The sight of a MAV sparked a feeling of hope that had been lost long ago, you could actually get back up to the Hermes.

That hope quickly vanished when Mark got a message off NASA saying that the two of you basically had to dismantle the entire MAV and launch into space without windows or the front of a ship. “Are they fucking kidding?” you asked after Mark read out the message.

He slowly shook his head, “Apparently not,” he puffed out his cheeks, “I’m starting to get the feeling that NASA doesn’t like us very much.”

You smiled, “You got that right. Right, let’s do this,” you sighed and put on your space suit, grabbed your tools and got out of the rover. The MAV seemed bigger than you had remembered them to be, Mark pulled the ladder down and let you go first. As you climbed the steps you thought about how you and Mark should have been climbing your own MAV a year and a half ago with the rest of the team.

Inside wasn’t exactly spacious, the entire thing was filled with chairs and control panels. “So how much of it has to go?” you asked as you walked around the MAV.

“Everything except two chairs,” Mark said absently as he turned on the control panel.

“Say what?” you paused. You let out a yelp as the window directly next to you was suddenly ejected at high speed from the craft, you placed a hand over your chest where your heart was beating rapidly. “Jesus, warning next time, Mark?”

Mark had the decency to look sheepish, “Sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s fine,” you rolled your eyes, “I want to do one,” you said eagerly and leaned over to eject another window, letting out a little laugh as it was propelled away from the MAV. Mark ejected the other window then got out his tools, the two of you began to work at unscrewing all the bolts from the control panels and chairs.

The bolts were already reinforced shut and in your weakened state it became even harder to unscrew and remove everything, you managed to and the ground under the MAV was full of scrap equipment. The hardest was removing the nozzle of the MAV, you and Mark had to climb all the way up and try and push it off the MAV. Which, if you hadn’t guessed, was incredibly hard to do seeing as it weighed more than the two of you combined and was above you.

When you began hooking the tarp into place it finally hit you that you were going to launch into space under a plastic bag, you just had to focus on seeing the crew again, on seeing Beck again.

That final night you were camped out in the rover, Mark was making another log. “NASA keeps telling us that we’ll be the fastest people to ever travel in space. Because they know I like the way that sounds, it’s to distract me from the fact they’re sending us up there under a plastic sheet. Fastest people in all of space travel,” he huffed, “I do like the way that sounds.”

You chuckled to yourself in the back, “God, Mark, you’re such a typical boy.“

“Do you not like the way that sounds?”

“..Maybe,” you admitted.

“Knew it,” Mark said triumphantly.

Lewis had told Beck he would be the one to catch the MAV with you and Mark in it with Vogel as his back up, when they were on the side of the airlock he kept his eyes locked on the planet as if he would be able to see you down there. The MAV would be traveling incredibly fast and it would be hard for him to grab a hold of it, but damn if he wasn’t going to try his absolute best.

“Vogel,” he said quietly and turned off the comms, “If I’m out there and I need another few meters to get them you need to cut the rope,” he said quietly.

Vogel shook his head, “It’s not safe.”

“I don’t care,” Beck said forcefully, “I’m not going to get that close just to lose them again.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” Vogel insisted, but Beck knew that when the time came he would do it if he asked. The entire crew needed the two of you back and they would do anything no matter how dangerous to get you back.

It was time to leave the rover and go back to the MAV to take off, everything came down to this moment. Before you put on your suit which was newer than your old one and more bulky, you folded up the two photos you had of the crew that were your favourites. The one of Beck and the one of the whole crew, you studied the images for a minute before you pocketed them. In just an hour or so you would be seeing them again.

Once you were seated in the MAV the whole plan didn’t feel like it would work out. The tarp flapped in the wind and your chair was on the opposite side to Mark’s to even out the weight balance so you couldn’t even look at him or reach out to grip his hand for comfort during the launch.

Martinez would be controlling everything from the Hermes so nothing was in your hands. The comms switched on and the voices of your crew and static all flooded through at once, it was overwhelming.

“Watney, Y/L/N, how are you doing?” came a voice that you recognised as Lewis’, the first voice you had heard other than Mark’s in over a year and half.

“I’m doing okay,” you responded shakily, you heard the crew all cheering on the other side.

The MAV began to rumble beneath you as you prepared for take off, your hands and legs were shaking in nervous anticipation. Everything was in overdrive, you could hear various voices on the comms but couldn’t tune in.





Your eyes filled with tears, after this isolation you would finally be going home. You weren’t going to die. You squeezed your eyes tight shut and clenched your jaw as the MAV took off, you always hated the feeling of launching, it was fine once you got up there but before then it was like hell.

The pressure change put a ton of force on your already weak body, you heard the tarp rip off the top of the MAV before you even left the atmosphere and you struggled to breathe. Focus, you pictured Beck. He was always there for you and made you feel safe, even if you had no chance with him he was your best friend in the whole world. He was able to calm your nerves which was what you desperately needed right now.

Beck was a nervous wreck, this whole rescue was resting on his shoulders. If he didn’t catch you then it would be his fault, once again, that you were gone and left behind for dead.

Through the comms he could hear Lewis trying to talk to you and Mark, he knew that the two of you had probably passed out from the massive amounts of pressure from the lift off but it didn’t stop the horrific feeling in his gut that your body wouldn’t have been able to handle the take off.

Lewis kept trying, just in case one of you woke up, the rest of the team joined in. “Mark? Y/N?” he tried but got no response of either of you.


A/N- so this is a little bit late out but it took a while to write, what do you guys think of this chapter? Let me know, hopefully I’ll have the next part out tonight but I’ll keep you up to date on that. Requests are open <3


PART 2!!!! Jensenxreader fic!
Someone requested.

‘Out Of Bounds’

It’s been a week since I kissed y/n. And man that was all I could think about.
Daneel left for New York and I have been trying to keep my distance from y/n since then. What was I thinking? Kissing her when I’m married and have a family. What the fuck is wrong with you jensen?!

“Dadda” justice yelled as she pointed at y/n. God I didn’t think she could be any more prettier. JJ ran towards her and I followed.
“JJ!” I yelled
“Hey Lovebug.” Y/n said as she pulled justice up to her hip.
JJ always looked so happy with her and y/n loved her. I couldn’t help but smile. “My two girls.” I whispered to myself. Wait what? Shit.

“Hey jensen.” She muttered.
“H-hi. Sorry, JJ is pretty damn fast.” I laughed trying not to make things awkward.
She laughed along with me. God she was beautiful. Her eyes, her smile, her lips. It’s hard not to fall for her.
“It’s ok. I missed her.” She snuggled her face into JJs neck making her giggle.

“Uh how’ve you been?” I asked.
“I-I’ve been ok. Just been working and studying.” She said.
“What about you? How’s daneel?” Her eyes shot down to JJ.
“She’s good, I’m good.” I paused. Wishing I wasn’t in this situation. “We’re uh going to the grocery store, care to join? Keep JJ and I some company?” I smiled, hoping she’d say yes.

She looked up and smiled. Made my stomach flip.


Jensen had invited me out with him and JJ and honestly I haven’t felt so happy. Well since the night we kissed.

I was sure he was going to keep avoiding me but for some reason this time was different.

Jensen placed JJ into her car seat then opened my door for me. The blood rushed up to my cheeks, leaving me breathless.

“Thanks.” I whispered.
He nodded then closed the door behind me.

The drive to the store was awkward at first until JJ began to sing off key. Jensen and I laughed and started to talk as if nothing happened the last week.

“She’s got your voice.” I teased.
“She sounds a hell of a lot better than me, what are you talking about?” He laughed. It was great seeing him smile. It made me happy.

“Shut up jensen. You and I both know you can sing.” I bit my lip trying to hide my smile.
“You never heard me sing, have you?”
“Uh I kind of went online and saw you sing at one of your panels. I know it’s creepy but whatever.” I muttered. The last thing I wanted was to sound like a stalker. I watched jensen smile at the road.

This was exactly what I wanted. To spend time with jensen, and with JJ. I loved them both dearly. But then id feel guilty when I thought of daneel and how great she was with me. Why must I have feelings for a married man? Why did he have to kiss me?


Jensen picked JJ up from her car seat and held her tightly in his arms. JJ placed her head on his shoulder and peacefully fell back to sleep.

“Thanks for uh coming with me tonight. I-” jensen paused, and cleared his throat. “JJ and I appreciate it.”
I smiled. As much as I didn’t want this day to end, I know nothing more can happen.

“Of course. I had a great time. I really missed you guys.” I inhaled hoping I didn’t sound too forward.
I turned away and started for the door to my house.
“You want to uh come in for a little?”
My head shot back to him. “S-sure.” I stuttered.


Jensen walked into the living room where I was after putting JJ down in her crib.

“Beer?” He asked.
“Yes please.” I replied. My heart was beating rapidly and my throat was parched.

“I uh want to apologize for avoiding you. I just didn’t know-” jensen looked down opening his beer.
He handed me the beer and we took a sip at the same time.
“After you know, I didn’t know how to react when I saw you again.” He finished.
I chugged half my beer. This wasn’t a conversation to have while sober. “It’s ok. I know you didn’t mean it. It was just a simple mistake.” I exhaled. I stared at the bottle in my hand, hoping he wasn’t staring, but I could feel his glare.

“Y/n. You think I didn’t mean it? I-I. This isn’t suppose to happen. I’m not suppose to have these feelings for you. But I do. I can’t shake it. Everyday I spend with you, my feelings for you grow. You know how great it is to have someone to joke with and mess around with but also be serious with? It’s rare to find that. It’s rare to have this kind of relationship. I’m married and a father. But I can’t stop wanting you.” Jensen blurted out. My mouth dropped and the bottle slipped out of my hand.
“Shit!” I yelled. Jensen ran to my side and carefully picked me up. His arms caressed my body and he pulled me in. My arm wrapped around his neck and our eyes met. “I-I’m so sorry. I-i”
“Sh it’s ok. I just don’t want you to cut yourself.” Jensen cut me off.
He walked into the next room and gently placed me down onto the couch. His hands escaped my back and rested on my hips. He pressed his lips to mine and I motioned back, running my tongue against his.
He tasted so amazing. His hands slid up to my breasts and he squeezed. A Moan escaped my lips.

Jensen picked me up making me straddle him. I slowly pulled his shirt off and gazed at how perfect and chiseled his body was. My hand ran over his skin and he gently moaned in my ear. He ripped off my tank top and kissed up from my bare chest to my ear. “God you’re so beautiful.” He whispered.

Jensen a phone goes off, interrupting the moment.
It was daneel.
Guilt ran through my body making me sick to my stomach.
I shot up and reached for my tank top.
Jensen stared blankly at his phone, letting it go to voicemail.
“Aren’t you going to answer it?” I broke the silence.
“No. I-i can’t.” He mumbled.
“She’s your wife jensen. We can’t do this.” I grabbed my bag and headed for the door. Jensen ran after me.
“Y/n, please don’t leave. I know this is all screwed up, but I’m falling in love with you.”
My heart dropped. Did he just say he’s in love with me?
I know I should leave and go home and forget about all of this. But I was in love with jensen. As much as I knew this was bad, it also felt so right.

“What about daneel?” I asked coming back to reality.
He frowned, but then immediately grabbed my face and pressed his lips to mine. It was hard but passionate.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I thought to myself.


At Last - Misha Collins Imagine

Misha(single) x reader

Summary: Request by Anon: I was wondering if you could do a story for Misha or Cas (which ever you’d feel more comfortable with) inspired by the song Dancing in Circles by Lady Gaga?


You watched Misha as he laughed on stage with the fans. Yours and Ruth’s panel had been earlier today. Jensen and Jared was later. You had been another hunter on the show years ago, and everyone had reacted so well to your character the writers had brought you back as a regular. Originally, they had thought of you as a love interest for Dean, but that had all gone out the window a few episodes in.

Now, the writers had cast you with Castiel. The fans had noticed some chemistry and had started saying that there was more between your character and Castiel than there was between you and Dean. Which wasn’t exactly hard seeing as you were head over heels for Misha Collins. 

Even on the first day on set, when you had met him you felt like a teenage girl with a crush. He was one of the kindest and sweetest people you could ever meet. He always cracked jokes so you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable. He had walked right up to you, with those bright blue eyes, dazzling smile and dishevelled hair like he was one of your best friends. 

And from that moment you just knew, you knew you were hooked on the man that was Misha Collins.

Your eyes ran over Misha as you remembered the night before. You couldn’t get it out of your head. The dream had been so realistic, then you had gotten up to walk it off and bumped into him in the hallway. After that you just couldn’t stand it.

Your hand ran over the skin of your stomach, it was only a light touch making you shiver. They were too soft, too soft to be his but they had to do. You could imagine they were his. You could pretend you felt his lips on your neck, his warm breath causing goosebumps along your shin, his moans you could hear. It wasn’t your own as your fingers as they slipped into your pyjama bottom’s. It wasn’t yours slipping under your light shirt, the pads of your fingers swiping across you nipple drawing his name from your lips. It was him, it was Misha.

You jumped as someone clapped you on the back. ‘Well if it isn’t our favourite little hunter’ You looked up over your shoulder to see Jensen smiling down at you. You smiled turning to the two men. ‘Lucky, you guys didn’t have an early panel with how late your plane got in last night’ You smiled at them. Jensen furrowed his eyebrows and they both shared a look. ‘Alright’ Jared chuckled. ‘We’re playing that’ You cocked your head to the side raising an eyebrow. ‘We’re surprised Misha’s here so early, surprised you are too’ Okay that got you.

Why would they be surprised? They knew you were here early. Misha you understood he came in on flight earlier than theirs, but then again that was still fairly late so you could understand that. Jensen began to laugh and Jared just rolled his eyes at you. You put your hands on your hips and cocked one.

Again, they shared a look. ‘Okay, what are those looks about?’ Jared held up his hands shaking his head with a laugh. ‘Come on’ He smirked at you. ‘Listen you don’t want to tell us, alright’ Jensen reached out and paid his hand on your shoulder. ‘But we heard ye, our plane came in at the same time Misha’s did’ He chuckled. ‘We heard everything, you’re quite loud’ Your eyes widened. Oh, god NO you remembered last night They couldn’t have!!!

They chuckled. ‘Yeah, we heard you and Misha, damn it’s about time. Didn’t know our man was so talented you’re a screamer’ Jared laughed. You reached out shushing him. ‘No, no’ Your face turning red, you could feel the heat off you. ‘That’s no-’ Jared laughed cutting you off. ‘No, we think it’s great you two got together, we re-’ You shook your head waving your hands about. ‘Misha wasn’t there’ You hurried. ‘So-you-ohhh’ His eyes widened.

 Your eyes darted towards the ground unable to look them in the eye. ‘So you were imagining-when you were-Misha?’ Jensen stuttered. You groaned and rubbed your face. ‘Yeah, can we ju-‘ Jensen reached out and lightly slapped your arm with his fingers. ‘Hey you asked about my bedtime hab-‘Then Jared nudged your shoulder. You looked up at them but their eyes weren’t on you.

You turned your head looking over your shoulder. Then your eyes widened. Oh, shit, how much had he heard. ‘He-hey Misha’ You whispered. His eyes were wide and his mouth open. The look of shock in his eyes told you enough. That was enough for you, you weren’t sticking around. ‘I-I-Ruth’s calling-I-I shou-‘ With that you turned walking away.

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