maria sent it to me and now i will watch it all night

(y/n)’s Song (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

Summary: A song fic based on Taylor Swift’s “Mary’s Song (Oh My My My)” watch you relationship grow starting from the time you first met.

Time Period: Modern

Warnings: None really. There is one part that has arguing in it, but it’s not terrible.

Words: 3,400

A/N: Hello! So it’s been so long since I’ve posted, but I’m glad to be posting this story for the first day of my 1k celebration. Anyway, as mentioned, this is inspired by a Taylor Swift Song, so I don’t own any of the lyrics. I hope you enjoy this and have a fabulous day!

Bolded/Italics: Song Lyrics

Italics: Memories

She said, I was seven and you were nine. I looked at you like the stars that shined in the sky, the pretty lights.

You stood behind your parents, trying to make yourself invisible, as your parents spoke to their good friend Rachel Hamilton. A young boy, two years older than you, stood beside and he looked quite bored.

“Mom, can’t I go back inside?” he complained.

“Oh, Alex, why don’t you take (y/n) to the backyard. The two of you can play while the adults talk.” she suggested, giving Alex a push towards you as your parents pushed you to Alex.

Alex grabbed your hand and dragged you to the backyard where a life-long friendship formed. He looked at you and sized you up and hoped you didn’t mind running around and getting dirty. You didn’t.

“I just want you to know that if you try to make me do anything girly, I’ll beat you up.” Alex threatened, as he tried act menacing.

“No you won’t.” you stated, looking into his eyes.

He started at you in shock. “Oh yeah? What makes you think that?”

“You don’t seem mean or icky like the boys at school.” you admitted, smiling slightly.

And our daddies used to joke about the two of us growing up and falling in love, and our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes and said oh my my my.

While you and Alex ran around, playing hide and seek, your parents watched fondly from afar. It was silent until your father spoke up.

“You know, I think I see the beginning of a relationship. I’ll bet you that those two grow up and get married.” you father promised, a fingered pointed at your mother and Alexander’s.

The two women just rolled their eyes and laughed, but they thought about the possibility. It would be a could match. Right?

Take me back when our world was one block wide. I dared you kissed me and ran when you tried.

As that week progressed, you and Alex spent every free minute together. It wasn’t uncommon if you ended up staying for dinner at his house or vice-versa.

One day, the two of you sat inside and were talking about school. Since Alex was in fourth grade, and you were only in second grade, you loved to here the stories of what went on in his classroom. Today, he was telling you had this girl Jasmine kissed a boy named Anthony.

“And then-”

“Alex.” you interrupted and looked straight into his eyes. “Kiss me.” you dared and wondered if he would actually do so.

He sat down for a moment and you thought he wasn’t going to accept the dare. However, you were caught off guard when Alex stepped closer to you, lips puckered. You squealed and ran away from him.

“No, Alex, don’t. Please.” you laughed, while running outside, trying to escape the boy trying to kiss you.

Oh if you could have only stayed in that time when your entire world was a block wide.

Well, I was sixteen when suddenly I wasn’t that little girl you used to see.

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anonymous asked:

One of them is a dragonrider. He really loves his duty - and his dragon, but relationships would be much easier if the damn wyrm wasn't so jealous of his attention and picky on who's worthy of their rider...

The working title for this is: Five Times Clint’s Dragon Prevented Him From Having Sex and the One Time She Approved of his Partner

Needless to say that this has some other ships besides ClintCoulson.  It’s also NSFW!

There is a read more!

“I’m sorry, she usually doesn’t leave me at the bottom of the tower,” Clint said, eying his date as the walked up the spiral staircase to the top of the Tower of Dragons. The hike up the stairs was really killing the passion that had started below at the festival.  Clint frowned, wishing he hadn’t stupidly claimed the highest apartment in the tower.  Draka always waited for him to fly him up though until now.

Apple, no, Strawberry, nope that wasn’t right either.  Cherry? Yes, Cherry!  Cherry looked at him and then looked up.

Only halfway there, Clint thought following her look.  

Cherry huffed, before turning.  "This is so not worth it"

“Cherry,” Clint called down to her, following her for a few steps.  "C'mon, we’ll be there in no time.“

“No way,” Cherry declared, gesturing wildly as she walked downstairs. “Totally not worth it.”

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Worth The Risk {Part 04}

Bucky x Reader
Summary: Bucky knew that all Steve wanted was for him to get along with her, but was it really worth the risks?

Part 01 / Part 02 / Part 03 / Part 05 / Part 06 / Part 07 / Part 08 / Part 09 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 - Coming Soon! 

Word Count: 1345
Warnings: swearing, mild violence, angst (?), probably gonna be sad

(gif originally by @xllxni aka me which is why it’s so shitty lmao)

A few weeks in to Bucky’s treatment and you had made yourself comfortable at T’challa’s hide out. Maria Hill had sent out some work for you to get through during your stay and you’d also managed to find space in one of the labs to help around in order to keep yourself busy. You’d finished all the books you’d brought along long ago.

Bucky and Steve spent almost all of their days working through Bucky’s treatment plan and while it meant that they were progressing quickly, you found yourself alone and bored out of your mind.

It was Saturday and most of the lab technicians you worked with were spending the weekend with their families so instead you sat curled up at the small table by the living room window. You were almost finished one of the files Maria had sent your way when the front door opened, pulling your thoughts away from the work in front of you. You craned your neck around to face the two men who greeted you as they entered.

“You’re home early.” You remarked, watching as Bucky took a seat on the couch behind you and Steve made his way over to stand by your side.

Steve grinned, placing a hand on your shoulder and peering down at the papers in front of you curiously before speaking.

“They think we’ve finished all the procedures.” He explained, your eyebrows shooting upwards in surprise as you looked over to Bucky.

Bucky threw you an exhausted smile and shrugged. “They’re giving us the evening off before they start running the tests tomorrow.”

“That’s great!” you exclaimed, sitting up straighter in your chair and turning your entire body around to face your friends. “How do you feel?”

You asked him the same question nearly every evening but the answer he gave you that afternoon was the best yet.

“The best I’ve felt in years.”

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anonymous asked:

For a one shot prompt: Hamliza w/the gang playing Truth or Dare and the gang is trying to get Alex and Eliza to admit that they like each other by giving them great dares!

Cute idea! I’m so behind on these I’m so sorry all! Still - remember requests are open and while I’m no Lin with my writings I’m not bad! 

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This was a bad idea. Twenty five minutes into truth or dare and Alex was beginning to pick up on that. Already Peggy was half drunk - much to Angelica’s dismay - Laf was clad in a tutu and nothing else, Maria had shaved half of her head - though it looked good on her - Thomas and Herc kissed and James had to eat the pizza in the fridge no one dared to touch, John had sexted George while blocking his number, and Angelica had to tongue kiss Burr.

Alex could tell he was next.

And he knew roughly what they were planning.

Eliza, on the other hand, had known this was a bad idea as soon as the ‘T’ left Laf’s lips. Truths had been spilled, and at this point their night was turning to look like Hangover Part IV. Her and Alex so far had the simple dares, but with everyone moving about they’d been forced so close to each other she could practically hear his heart beat.

Or was the hers?

She sighed, watching as Angelica spun the bottle. It spun, creeping slower, the head turning towards her and Alex when it stopped on…

She sighed in relief. Lafayette.

“Let’s do this!” He cheered, throwing his arms in the air.

“Alright Laf, truth or dare?”

Looking down at his outfit he frowned, sharing a look with Angelica. Understanding he smirked.

“Truth mon ami!”

“Laf you speak English better than half of us you can stop that.” Herc groaned, Peggy leaned against him started giggling.

Laf sent a dead face. “Je parlerai seulement en français, Hercules.”

Alex laughed, “Je serai le seul à comprendre mais,” He shrugged, “Fais le!”

“English, please.” John threw a pillow at Alex, who fell against Eliza’s side, laughing as he threw it back.

“Anyway, truth, Laf?”

“Oui.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Okay then, is it true you’d fuck Washington if you were given the opportunity?” Alex choked on his beer, Eliza let out a strangled laugh at her sister’s choice of words.

“Hey now - “

Laf interrupted, “Yes.”

“Lafayette what the hell!”

“I’m sorry baby, but have you not seen that man?” He fanned himself. “Ce que j'aimerais que cet homme me fasse…”

“I don’t know what you just said but I feel hurt by it.”

“It’s a good thing only Jefferson and I speak French.” Alex murmured into Eliza’s ear, half realizing what he was doing, her face turning bright red.

It didn’t go un-noticed.

“Mon petit lion! It is your turn!” Laf exclaimed, shoving Herc away from him who pouted while leaning on Peggy who was drunkenly stroking his head.  

“You didn’t even spin the bottle Laf.” Rolling his eyes he spun it, stopping it himself to land it on Alex.

“There! Now, truth or dare.”

“Dare I guess?” Oh man why did he say dare?

“Kiss who you think is the prettiest girl in the room! Notice how I said girl because if I said person I would hands down beat you all!” Laf yelped, falling backwards as James hit him with a pillow, laughing as he refused to sit back up.

His whole face was red. His whole body was probably red too. He could feel the tips of his ears turning red, hands sweating. Why did he say dare?

Eliza, on the other hand, felt her body flood with disappointment. She loved her sister, but she wouldn’t be able to bear seeing Alex kiss her. He was smitten with Angelica - anyone could see that.

She’d be fine.

She was lying.

Oh God, she felt herself choking up, zoning out. If she didn’t pay attention she wouldn’t have to see it. If she didn’t see it then - 

Alex, quick as he could, finger hooked under her chin, turned her so she was looking at him. Face flushed redder than ever, heat radiating from his cheeks, eyes shut, quickly but with no less tenderness or care kissed her lips.

He pulled back after a few seconds, but Eliza felt like he had kissed her for ages. When he sat down, face aflame, he faced the center of their circle. Everyone was silent, eyes wide and mouths dropped.

“It’s about time!”

“Get it Alexander!”

“Ayyyyy!”

Eliza blushed, face matching Alex’s as everyone screamed praises at them. Nothing was said between the two as the game continued, the rest of them slowly becoming more drunk, no one but the two of them seeing when Alex slowly slid his hand over, placing it over top Eliza’s.

No one saw the dopey smile that crept onto her face.

~     ~

Everyone was either drunk or asleep. Besides Alex and Eliza. They were sat on the couch, binge watching Supernatural. Neither of them had said a thing since the kiss, but it hadn’t made them awkward, rather, relaxed.

Alex cleared his throat. Oh God, he wrote for a living - well not yet but whatever - and he couldn’t come up with what to say or how to say it. “So,” Eliza turned to him, “Would you - Are we, do we - “

“Dinner and a movie?” She cut him off, using all of her confidence, and he nodded, causing her to smile. “Great, Five Guys then Moana. Sound good?”

“Y-Yeah, sounds great!” He smiled, cheeks a light shade of pink.

“You’re adorable…” She said softly, causing the pink to become a tad bit darker.

“You’re beautiful…” It was her turn to blush, and both of them turned back to the TV, watching Sam and Dean talk, both lost at what was actually happening in the show at this point.

“Ayyyy,” Peggy slurred, leaned up against Angelica and John, “Eliza’s gettin’ some!”

Angelica sighed, a brief look of longing taking over as she looked at the two. They were both so happy - they’d been pinning after each other since they met at the school ball two years ago.

Sure she was smitten with Alex - he was brilliant, sweet, his eyes captivated you, they did her - but so was Eliza. And she’d be damned if her sister wasn’t happy.

John caught where she was looking, saddness filling his eyes too as he sighed, causing Angelica to turn to him. “You too huh?”

Moving In

PAIRING- reader x avengers

WORD COUNT- 1.4K

WANINGS- use of a naughty word and  fluff :) 

Hello, so this is my first every reader insert story, and my first ever post on this new blog woo, now please bare with me, I’ve very new at this whole reader writing thing and I would love your feed back and constructive criticism, Now enough of me, go read I hope you like it and I did ok !!


GIFS NOT MINE 

Originally posted by buckydancing

The day had arrived, at the risk of sounding like a teenage romance movie you had played down the small fact that you were moving in with the Avengers, of all people! You had given yourself some credit of holding your dignity together after Fury gave you the news, you did however fulfill your long awaited Breakfast Club moment in the deserted hallway thrusting your fist in the air. You had been on a few small missions with various members of the team mainly Clint, Natasha, and Steve. On the odd occasion Tony as well, however you only thought you relationship with the superhero team was 100% professional and you were happy to leave it at that, there’s not many people who get to say that work with the Avengers. Even fewer get to say they live with them and you were a part of those lucky few. Bags in hand and all the confidence you could drum up in the small amount of time you had watching the numbers fly by as you ascended the elevator with Maria Hill you were silently thankful for the directors second in command, her cool clam demeanour rubbed off on you, causing your breathing to even out as the elevator doors opened.

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You Abandoned Me-Part Four (Steve Rogers x Reader)

(A/N: There will be more parts coming soon)

Summary: Now that the team is back together, things need to be resolved. (Y/N) is stubborn and won’t cooperate making her the problem that everyone has to deal with.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Tony Stark x Reader (platonic), Avengers x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Sad, arguing, shouting, angst


There we all were, gathered around a table in a conference room. No one had said anything yet though there was a thick file placed in the middle of the table. Where had I seen this scenario before?

“So we’re all agreed?” Natasha decided to speak.

The others nodded their heads or mumbled a ‘yes’. The file was the agreement papers about the Avengers. The government had made some compromises to ensure that the others wouldn’t be fugtives. I didn’t know the full story as I had nothing to do with it, left in the dark again, as per usual.

“Right, now to the actual important stuff.” she grabbed the file, dumping it behind her in the floor.

“We need to resolve all arguments between everyone. I know that it will be hard to do but if we’re going to protect the people on this earth, we need to get along.” Clint added.

“Anyone want to go first?”

“Well it’s pretty clear who has the biggest problem.” Sam pointed out, his gaze going to me and Steve.

Neither of us dared to look at each other. He was sat on the other side of the table, luckily not directly in front of me, with Bucky by his side who looked like he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole. Not a word was said until Natasha spoke again.

“I think that’s a more private matter.”

“But how will we know if they sort it out? I’m not doing this out of spite, we all want you two to make up.” Sam said.

I remained silent.

“It’s more of a private matter.” Steve mumbled.

“Then we’ll leave you to it.” Tony decided, standing from his seat as everyone followed him out of the room.

“You gonna be ok?” Steve asked Bucky who just nodded.

I watched him closely as he walked out. His eyes met mine for a second before he was out of the room. I looked back down at my hands, not wanting to say anything. I wasn’t even sure what I was supposed to say. A part of me just wanted all of this to be over, another part wanted to confront him.

“(Y/N), please look at me.” Steve softly asked.

Somehow, I had the courage to start talking.“Every night for the past month, I wished that this was all just a dream, that I would wake up and see you sleeping beside me. I wanted the team to be together, I wanted to walk into the kitchen knowing that they would all be sat around the table, bickering over breakfast. It was the simple things I wished for. Was I asking for too much?”

“No, you weren’t.”

My head was in my hands so I only heard him getting out of his seat. I thought he was leaving again until I felt a hand on my back and his hands taking mine. My vision was blurry from the tears but I could still see the sadness on his face.

“You have every right to be angry at me. I wasn’t thinking straight that night I left and I’m not going to make excuses. You have no idea how much I missed you, I was hoping that when I sent that phone over, you or Tony would call.”

“I can’t believe he didn’t tell me. Rhodey too.”

“Don’t blame them, they probably thought it was for the best.”

“They saw how broken I was. They comforted me and I looked after them. All of those times I helped Rhodey in physiotherapy and he knew about it all. Steve, I’ve lost sleep over this, I’ve lost weight, I’ve lost friends!”

“(Y/N), please, I’m sorry. If I could take it all back I would.”

I stared at him for a little longer.“How do I know you won’t leave me? If Bucky is staying here, won’t you want to spend all of your time with him?”

“Of course I want to spend time with him, he’s only just remembered me. He needs help adjusting just like I did. But I can promise you that you will not be left behind again.”

“You better keep that promise then.”

The next few days were a little awkward. Everyone was trying their hardest to get along, it just seemed strange to go back to the way it used to be, especially after such a big fight. Although Steve and I weren’t all over each other like we used to be, we were still claiming that we we’re back together. He had asked if we could stay at the tower just to make sure Bucky was going to be ok. Although I was against it I didn’t tell him that. We stayed in our room, sleeping side by side…well for most nights anyway.

Steve had requested that Bucky be put on the same floor as us. However, he had nightmares almost every night, I was surprised the whole tower wasn’t awoken by him screams. I felt bad for getting angry with him, he had been captured by HYDRA, had a metal arm and was brainwashed into killing people. Steve also had nightmares about the war and some more recent missions. I supposed it had something to do with my hatred towards him that I found him so intolerable.

I thought for one night I might be able to get some sleep. It was quite late and there had been no screams so far. But I was very wrong. They startled me awake, jolting in Steve’s arms. For once he wasn’t woken up. I watched him for a few seconds and he still wouldn’t open his eyes. Sighing as another wave of pained screams echoed through the halls, I slipped out of Steve’s embrace. There was once last cry before it was silent. I found myself knocking on Bucky’s door, wondering whether this was really a good idea.

“Bucky?” I called out before entering.

As I opened the door I saw him sat up in bed, his breathing fast as he held his head in his hands. I had spoken to him once since he arrived and that was only to ask him to grab me something from a cupboard. He lifted his head to look at me, confusion etched all over.

“(Y/N), w-what are you doing here? I woke you again, didn’t I?” he sighed now looking ashamed.

“Yeah but it’s ok. Steve wasn’t waking up so I decided to come and see if you were ok.” I sat beside him.

His metal arm reflected in the light from the bedside table.“I know you don’t want to be here. You can go.”

“Well I’m here now, no point leaving.”

He didn’t say anything back.

“You know, you don’t have to be scared anymore. Of course it’s going to be hard but people are here to support you.”

“Are you one of those people?”

“Sometimes.”

“Sometimes?”

“I’m not going to lie Bucky, you know that I don’t like you much.”

“Is this about Steve? When he told me he left you, I gave him a hard time about it. He had talked about you so much, it was clear to see he was happy.”

I was taken back by how much he had said to me.“I…did he really? He used to go on about you all the time too.”

He gave me a small smile before looking back down at his thighs.

“Do you think you’ll be alright now?”

He mumbled a 'yes’.

“Well you know where we are if you need us.”

I went to open the door until he called out to me.

“I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused, it’s just the way I am.”

Their Children

AKA: 5 Times Phil Coulson was Their Dad and 1 Time Melinda was Their Mom

Funny story: This entire fic actually stemmed off of a tweet Clark posted a few weeks ago. Someone had compared a photo of him to a photo of a $10 bill and he responded “What’s your name son?” in classic dad trying to be cool fashion. Thus this fic was born. I hope you guys enjoy cause I had a lot of fun writing this!

What’s Your Name, Son?

“Oh my God.” Phil can hear Daisy snickering from the common room, Elena is seated next to her. The speedster is leaning on her shoulder looking at something she had pulled up on her phone now giggling into her leader’s jacket. He takes a moment reminiscing in the sound of their bubbling laughter. It’s infectious really. Laughter was such a rare thing on base and to hear it so uninhibited made his heart swell a bit. Especially from Daisy, whose wide smiles were replaced with half sarcastic smirks. He spies May sipping a beer across from them. Elena seizes the laptop turning it towards May and he swears for half a second it looked like she was about to choke on her beer.

“Anybody wish to let me in on the joke?” He asks stepping into the room. As if almost automatic Melinda holds up the beer that had been settled by her side. She had grabbed it for him. He accepts the beer standing behind her.

“Hablando del diablo.” Elena laughs.

“You know I speak Spanish right?” Phil asks.

“Yes but it’s fun to watch Daisy try to figure out what I’m saying.” Elena jokes shoving Daisy with her elbow.

“I know what diablo means!” Daisy scoffs in protest.

“Only because you wanted your Twitter bio to be ‘Donald es el diablo naranja.’” This time it’s his turn to choke on his beer.

“Coulson thinks it’s funny!”

“I never said it wasn’t funny.” Elena teases.

“Well what were you two joking about?” He asks again.

“Oh!” Daisy turns her laptop showing it to him. On the laptop was a photo of him next to a photo of a ten dollar bill. “Maria sent me those two photos and I have to say the likeness is uncanny.” Daisy snickers.

Phil let’s out a small laugh. He has to say there is a certain resemblance. He can’t help himself, he has to make the joke. “What’ your name, son?” He says in a sing-song tone.

“What?” Daisy’s smile fades from her face as she stares at him.

“You know, the musical Hamilton. All about-”

“I know what Hamilton is Coulson.” Daisy interrupts. “The lyrics are ‘What’s your name, man’ not ‘What’s your name son’”

“No, I’m pretty sure I’m right.” He denies. His gratification in himself only lasts a few seconds before Elena has already pulled up the song playing the section of it. He let’s out a laugh shrugging slightly. “Oops.”

Melinda gets up suddenly leaving the room. He watches her go trying not to be sad at the change. Suddenly Daisy’s laptop makes a noise.

“Huh that’s weird.”

“Who is it from?” Elena asks.

“Says it’s anonymous.” Daisy’s back straightens ready to hack if necessary. Suddenly her face crumples as boisterous laughter escapes her throat. Elena looks over next joining in on the noise. He can’t help his curiosity walking to the back of the couch.

The photo was kind of blurry but it was obviously of his, his glasses perched on his nose. His pants were rolled up to his knees, wearing some graphic tee with bright red shoes. Sure enough it was a photo Melinda had snapped of him on a skateboard.

“May!” He shouts running after her.

The Bearer of Bad Jokes

‘Hey DC I was thinking-”

“I thought I smelled something burning.” Daisy freezes, a glare that scarily similar to May’s shadowing over her face. That’s when Phil had begun.

For months Phil began to terrorize the base with what Daisy referred to as “dad jokes”. He’d take the opportunity to snarkily reply whenever he got the chance. It had become his personal mission to get everyone on the base at least once.

“Fitz,” He calls over the scientist one day with a grim look on his face. They were surveying a cemetery for signs of an inhuman that frequented there visiting her family. “Do you know why I’m not allowed to be buried here?”

Alarm flashes over Fitz’s face. First concern, then mild curiosity, then slight fear. “No sir, why’s that?”

“Because I’m not dead yet.” Yet another one down. He’d fallen for it flawlessly.

Elena is next, cornered in a church after a mission. “Do you know how they make the holy water?” Phil asks suddenly.

“Sir it’s water.”

“They boil the hell out of it.” It was definitely worth getting shot with an ICER by Melinda for that one.

Mack was simply fixing up Melinda’s motorcycle one day when Phil advanced. “I had a dream that I was a muffler last night, you know.”

“Sir?” Mack looked startled and a little freaked out by the odd statement from the normally serious man.

“I woke up exhausted.”

The next came Jemma who sat back after eating a meal that he’d specially prepared for the team as a birthday celebration for Daisy. She sits back suddenly a hand on her stomach.

“I’m full.” She announces with a laugh. Everyone seems to freeze at once recognizing the sparkle of mischief in his eyes.

“No you’re Jemma. I’m full.” Everyone proceeded to groan and leave the room, the remaining two only being him and Melinda. His soft laughter is the only thing filling the silence. “Come on that was a good one.”

“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

His Girls

Yet another undercover mission, Phil sighs to himself as he settles onto the park bench. It was an easy one today, just a stake out. Observe a suspected Inhuman and make deductions of whether or not they could be a potential danger to themselves and others. Even if they figured they were a danger, extraction wasn’t their mission today. Today they were to relax and would it really hurt anybody if they caught a ride or two?

Melinda sits across from him with her sunglasses covering her eyes from him. He knows she’s staring at the family just over his shoulder. The mother turned out to be an Inhuman after being caught on security tape with a random burst of powers. She hadn’t hurt anyone or caused chaos. Just a mere startling. It’s not clear if she’s even aware that she’s exhibited signs of her powers.

He takes a moment to observe Melinda. She’s wearing a flowery dress that barely brushes past her knees. Her hair is tied up into a ponytail and her makeup is light. She’s absolutely breathtaking.

Suddenly she tenses, it’s all in her frame. That’s the look she gets when she’s ready to fight. Phil spares a glance over his shoulder, the woman is leaning over a baby carrier cooing at the small human inside. Not even a sign of the sparks echoing from her fingers. He turns back to Melinda who continues to stare straight past him. His eyes fall on Daisy and Jemma this time. The two girls stand in line waiting for ice cream. They were all posing as a family on vacation, both girls were wearing blue jean shorts and loose fitting tanks. He could tell by their composure both girls were incredibly uncomfortable.

Finally he finds the victims of May’s death glare. There are two guys, one has arm wrapped around Jemma. God bless her, she’s smiling politely and doing her best to maintain cover. He can see the twitch of Daisy’s fingers. If they don’t leave soon Daisy will make them. Phil reaches over placing a hand on Melinda’s as a sign of “I’ll be right back.”

“… You can ditch them. It wouldn’t hurt anything. It looks like you could use someone who can show you a good time.” The taller one is leaning into Daisy now. He’s invading her space. “I think I could show you a good time, what do you say sweetheart?”

Phil clears his throat catching the attention of the four. Jemma’s eyes reveal her entirely. She’s unsure of what to do or say. “Dad?” She chokes out.

“This is the old man?” The one with his arm around Jemma scoffs. “Get out of here pops.” Phil offers his best fake grin. He reared back punching the man in the nose. He immediately releases Jemma and she scrambles over to Melinda. Daisy stomps on the other’s foot twisting his arm as soon as Jemma is out of reach.

“You’re lucky it was me and not my wife.” Phil growls at the boy. He’s holding his nose as it bleeds profusely. “If you come near my girls again I will be sure to let her handle you next time.” He nods to Daisy and she pushes his friend to the ground.

“Thanks Dad.” Daisy smiles nudging him playfully on the arm. His heart swells a bit in his chest. He knows it’s for their cover but it’s something she’s said low enough that only he can hear. He leans in placing a soft kiss on the side of her head.

“Anything for my girls.” He’s pretty sure he could get used to the sound of that.

His girls.

Friendly Competition

Phil purses his lips watching the two of them talking rather animatedly from just outside. Mace had been bonding with the agents much more since the whole LMD thing blew over. It seemed his new favorite buddy was Fitz. He nearly jumps when his phone buzzes in his pocket.

Stop being so jealous. You’re practically transparent.

Phil looked around but he was the only one in sight anywhere. Very funny Mel. Where are you?

He waits a beat before the phone buzzes again. Madrid. Got a lead on where Vijay could have disappeared to. Since the LMD thing we set monitors in the zephyr. Your face is as red as the bricks.

He feels his face flush even darker now. Of course Melinda can see right through him even when she’s hours away.

Go in there. Against his instinct he steps into the common room. He can almost feel May’s told-you-so smirk from here. God he really is transparent.

“Agent Coulson, good to see you.” He’s not sure why but Mace’s smarmy grin still burns a fire in his stomach. “I was just discussing with Agent Fitz some improvements that can be made to his lab.”

“Jemma and I’s lab actually… sir.” Fitz corrects offering a kind smile.

“Yes of course.”

“On the bus Fitzsimmons had their own private lab. They work most efficiently when together.” Coulson suggested. Out of the corner of his eye he swears he can see Fitz light up at the idea. “Keeping the separate isn’t beneficial to the team.”

“I think you of all people will understand, Phil, that there are plenty of good agents that work well within SHIELD. It simply isn’t efficient to have a small team of expert agents. We need to spread our assets as much as possible and equalize our training.”

“Yes but Fitzsimmons are an exception. They work exceptionally well alone but their difference together is incredible. If one can’t solve a problem they will find a way to talk the other through it.”

“Yes well-”

“Hello Fitz.” Phil hears Jemma greet.

“They’re doing it again.” He hears the young scientist mutter under his breath.

“Oh dear, another dad battle?”

“Another dad battle.”

“I will look into your suggestion Coulson. We’ll have a test trial and see if your statement holds true. If so, I will work on making a private sector for agents Fitz and Simmons personally.” Mace stands with an amicable smile, “Now if you excuse me.”

Phil watches him go with a sort of pride in his chest. He feels his phone buzz yet again.

Round: Phil. Victory dinner when we get back?

He smiles to himself shooting back a quick text. You bring the whiskey, I’ll order Thai?

Sounds like a deal to me.

Something Borrowed

Phil entered the office only to find Jemma and Fitz waiting for him. The sight was a tad unnerving.

“Why do I feel like I’ve been called to the principal’s office?” He jokes.

“Sir, as you know Fitz proposed about a month ago…” Jemma drones off.

“Yes and congratulations.” He smiles.

“Well originally we had planned on eloping to Ireland so that we can get the family together. I mean of course we still are but it’s a little inconvenient for an entire team of spies to all travel to Ireland for a wedding, and that places our family in harm and-”

“What Fitz is trying to say is we’re going to hold two weddings. One for our family in Ireland. One for our family here.” Jemma squeezes her fiancee’s hand as a sign of support.

“Yes. That’s right.”

“And you called me here because?” Coulson asks. “I’m not really one for wedding planning. Though I do make a mean cake.”

“Well, I proposed this to Fitz the other day. I was wondering for our wedding here… Would you walk me down the aisle?” Jemma asks biting her lower lip.

For a few seconds he swears his heart stops again. He would know after all, he’s experienced it before. He’d always wanted kids but never got the opportunity to have them. There were moments when he regretted not being able to teach his boy how to play baseball, teach his little girl how to dance, walk his daughter down the aisle… Now that he’s here it sort of dawns on him that he’s had this all along. Sure he missed out on their childhood but he’s just as much their father as the legal one.

“Well?” Fitz asks hopefully.

“I’d be honored to walk you down the aisle.” Jemma cheers throwing her arms around his neck. In the small sentimental moment, he swears he can hear her small voice against his shoulder.

“I love you Dad.”

A Mother’s Love

Elena was about a fraction away from pacing footsteps into the cement, that much Melinda could tell. Her hands were wringing together at super speed while she stayed pacing just slow enough for Melinda to be able to clearly tell the young woman’s outline. Something was obviously bothering her but she had no idea why she was here. The woman had obviously been waiting for her. It was 5 in the morning, just in time for her Tai Chi and Daisy was out of the country fetching a new inhuman.

“Elena?” The girl stops suddenly almost startled. The bags under her eyes are significant and Melinda almost wonders how long she’d been pacing in here. “What’s wrong?”

She hesitates and for a second Melinda is positive she’s about to run away. She opens her mouth and let’s out a small whisper, “I’m pregnant.”

Melinda freezes for contemplating how to move forwards with this new information. She places her water a towel on the bench and moves back towards her. “How far along are you?”

“About six weeks.” Elena breathes.

“Does anyone else know?”

“Just you and Simmons. She wants to do an ultrasound tomorrow to check on the baby.” Elena frowns.

“And Mack?” The look on her face is enough to give away her true motives behind this visit. “So that’s why you’re here.”

“He told me about what happened to Hope.” Her eyes fall to the ground. “I know you and Coulson know.”

“Records.” Melinda nods, “We’re required to know.”

“I don’t know how to tell him. He already lost one child and now-” Elena sucks in a breath her hands falling on her stomach protectively.

“You’re worried he’ll not want this child.”

“No.” Elena almost looks offended. “Just… What if something horrible happens?”

Melinda purses her lips at the thought. “Something terrible always happens. I swear to you we will do everything in our power to protect both of you.”

“What if they’re…”

“Inhuman?” Melinda asks. “Then we teach them as you and Daisy learned. This is a gift. Not a curse. So many people used their powers for bad over fear of themselves.” She states calmly. “He or she will have nothing to be afraid of.”

“And Hope?”

“He has to let the girl go.” Melinda smiles sadly. “Have faith in him.”

Quicker than she can react, Elena has her wrapped in a crushing hug. Hesitantly Melinda hugs the girl back. “Thank you May.”

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“Hey.” Phil snakes his arms around her waist from behind, kissing the back of her neck. “Have I ever told you how good you look in my shirts?” He purrs nipping lightly at the juncture of her neck. She was clad in nothing more than his shirt when she’d heard a small knock on the door in the middle of the night. “Why did you leave bed?” He buries his nose in her neck possessively.

Melinda had asked the same question herself when she’d come out. Her gun lays dormant on the table beside the door, in replacement she clutches a photo in her hand. The photo is blurry but she can trace the outline of the small baby.

Faith. The name was written in familiar handwriting on the back. It had been a few months since she’d talked to Elena about her situation. Now not only did she have a photo, but a name as well.

“Apparently we’re grandparents.” Melinda smiles showing him the photo.

“Faith?” Phil laughs lightly. “Mack has always been a sentimental man.”

Four and a half months later, Melinda sheds a tear for the first time in years as Faith Mira Mackenzie grips the tip of her finger in her tiny little fist.

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Request:  Hi I have a odd request but could you do a fic where the reader and Oak break up and the reader has to learn to move on? I know it’s weird but I’m just going through a lot right now and this would be a huge help. Thank you so much.

Pairing: James Madison x Reader

Warning: angsttttt

Kink Tag: smut free

Period: Modern

Word Count:  2276

Song: “Breathe” - Taylor Swift

A/N: i got this request before i announced that i wouldn’t be writing cast fics so instead of Oak, here’s my first JMads fic! this time jumps a lot but they’re all from the point of view of the “today” part, meaning all time jumps are x amount of time from today.


2 Years Ago

“Don’t look now but that hot guy over there is checking you out.” Your best friend Maria said, looking over your shoulder. “Ooh, he has a hot friend too.”

You rolled your eyes fondly and sipped your latte. Maria was always on the lookout for cute guys.

“Will there ever come a day where you don’t comment on the attractiveness of guys we encounter?”

She tilted her head, thinking for a moment. “Probably not. I’m poly af for a reason.”

You laughed. “You did not just say af out loud.”

“Yes, I did. But more importantly, hot guy numero uno is coming over here right now.” She winked at you, grabbing her coffee and purse before sweeping away from your table quickly. Most likely to find Hot Guy’s friend.

Aforementioned Hot Guy finally made it to your table and cleared his throat to announce his presence. “Hi… uh, I’m James and I told my friend that I think you’re really pretty so he kinda made me come over here.” He chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck, a blush forming on his really cute face. “Would you mind if I sat?”

You shook your head and smiled at him as he sat down, holding your hand out for him to shake.

“Y/N. And for the record, I think you’re really cute too.” You grinned at him and James’ blush widened.

Maybe Maria’s boy crazy habits weren’t so bad after all.

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27 Dresses (Part 10)

Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader AU

Summary – You are the epitome of “always a bridesmaid, never a bride.”  You think you know what love is, but sometimes you can’t see what’s right in front of you.  

Warnings – None

Word Count – 2,717

Notes –   I had a different plan in mind when I started writing this part, but somehow that’s not what ended up on the page.  I like where it went though.  Now I’m going to have to change up a few things to make this work out the way I want, but it’ll be worth it!  As always, please feel free to leave me comments or asks to let me know what you thought!

*Special thank you to the lovely ladies at the Avengers Trash Tower for allowing me to use them as my “brides!” Anika @avengerofyourheart, I saved you for last!!  I hope you enjoy your wedding and your groom!

*Special tag: @stories-from-stark-tower

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Masterlist

Originally posted by vanillaa-ice


Previously:

“You don’t have to yell at me, (Y/N),” she shot back at you.  “Dad gave me the dress, I can do whatever I want to with it.”

“That’s what you do, isn’t it?” you retorted.  “You take whatever is given to you and use it however you see fit without any regard for someone else’s feelings.”

“You’re overreacting,” your sister chastised you. “It’s just an ugly dress, you’ll get over it.”

“It was one of the only things we had left of Mom’s and you destroyed it!” you snapped as you clutched the box of scraps and stormed out of the shop.

You fumed the entire way home in the cab.  You were so sick and tired of Nat ruining everything you’d ever loved.  Maybe it was time you ruined something for her.



 

It was two days before you heard from Nat again.  You could tell that Steve knew what was going on from the way he acted around you. That was the worst part of this whole deal.  You and Steve had a great working relationship before all of this, regardless of the way he felt about you, or rather the way he didn’t feel about you.  Nat had come in and totally disrupted everything, and now you and Steve could barely have a conversation, even about work related topics.

She had decided to show up again with baked goods.  You had to hand it to her, she knew all of your weaknesses, especially when it came to your sweet tooth.  This time, it wasn’t just one slice of cheesecake, but an entire cheesecake. She knew she had screwed up big, and that it was going to be hard to earn your forgiveness this time.

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To the Four of Us (Part Sixteen)

premise: modern AU chronicling the squad as they make their way through college and deal with general life things.

soundtrack song: Alone Together - Fall Out Boy

full soundtrack: [i’ll post it here once its complete and uploaded to spotify or something!] note: if anyone has recommendations for songs for previous chapters, message me and I’ll dedicate a chapter to you!

words: 2,570

warnings: a lil smuttiness oops and some swears and a little blood ment i guess?? 

a/n: just so you can picture it better, the way alexander would be talking with his mouth wired shut would be like if you try talking while biting down/clenching your teeth ((this was v helpful for me in understanding this injury so there u go)) // not a lot happens buT here u go sinners!! (its not that bad but im preceding the risqué part with an asterisk [*] bc i know some of u are younger and i dont wanna make anyone uncomfortable!)

all chapters: x


tags: @heythereitsloey @anitheunicorn @newyorkyoucanbeanew @lafbagxette @justafangirlwithanavy @iamgrayfox @ordinaryornate @schuylerjoon @angelica-peggy-eliza @trashyperson101 @crazydragon15 @geespilots @marvelous-hamilfan @5p00kygh05t @panda-powers @and-maria @schokoobananaa @allthegoodurlshavebeentaken @aphboi @hell-yes-puns-and-ships @aham-threw-his-shot-away @hesitantcat @lafeyettegunsandships

dedication: @l0vedoesntdiscriminate for the soundtrack rec!!

soundtrack song: Alone Together - Fall Out Boy

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Alexander. Was. Miserable. His jaw had been wired shut for three days like some kind of monstrous animal and he was already counting down the time left until he was free (only 38 days and 6 hours to go). His father was staying in a hotel near his dorm to make sure he was getting enough food and adjusting to everything alright, despite Alexander’s insistence that he could go back home whenever he wanted.

Alexander also hadn’t been back to school yet because the last thing he wanted was for Thomas to see him like this, so he avoided his lectures and got the notes from acquaintances in each class.

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Delicate Part 7/9

Originally posted by unlucky--bucky

Warnings: Swearing, yelling, here comes the ANGST

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Y/N - Your name

A/N: Reader is brilliantly smart but has spent her life being exploited by anyone who finds out about it. She is recruited by Fury to come to the Avengers facility, but it may not be for the reason she thinks.

Not going to lie, I listened to the song Delicate by Damien Rice about a million times while writing this. Also the trailer for Gifted not only left me an emotional mess it also seems to have seeped it’s way a little into this story.

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Hunger

Maria Reynolds x Reader
Words: 793
College!Au
Request: Can I have a modern college au w/ Maria (or Peggy) x reader where the reader is at a small corner coffee shop to study. One of them walks in & the reader’s breath is just kinda knocked out of them because she’s so pretty, but gets caught staring. 

Hi! I wasn’t actually planning on posting today because i feel like death but i have been sitting around being sick for the past two days and i wanted to feel like i achieved something.

By the way, to anyone who’s ever sent me a cute message or ask, I love you a lot. I love you all a lot. Well honestly I love all my followers and I literally don’t deserve you. You’re all such beautiful people.

I’m gonna try and go back to sleep now because I feel disgusting but thankyou for supporting me guys. Enjoy your day / night! xx 

Psst. Requests are open as usual 

Masterlist

Originally posted by cephasjones

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You had always been one to procrastinate, and after catching a cold the day before your science report was due, you knew you had screwed up. You laid in bed, coughing your lungs out all of the weekend. Eventually, night turned to day and you found yourself with limited time to finish the report.

After a few hours of madly typing away at your computer, you realised that you were yet to eat. You went to your kitchen, sighing when realising that there was no food in your dorm. “Eliza, you were supposed to buy food yesterday!” You exclaimed, looking over at your room mate who was sitting on the couch with her boyfriend.

“I ran out of time. Can’t you just go across the hallway and steal some ramen?” Eliza suggested, pushing Alexander away from her so that she could converse with you slightly easier.

“I’m not stealing ramen from your sisters again!” You replied, groaning. “Can you give me some money? I’ll go get it myself.”

“Fine, but you’re paying me back,” Eliza replied, grabbing Alexander’s wallet and throwing it to you.

“Hey!” Alexander whined, glaring at Eliza.

“Shh, I’ll make it worthwhile when they leave,” Eliza replied, kissing Alexander roughly. You shuddered slightly, grabbing the money from his wallet and leaving your shared dorm.

Eliza had been your best friend for a long time, but when college hit she had changed a little bit. After unnecessary drama between her, her sister and Alexander, she had decided to become a bit more dangerous around her boyfriend. You hated watching her change herself for him, but no matter how much you spoke to her, you couldn’t get her to realise that he was the one who wronged her.

You opened the door of the dorm building, groaning slightly when the summer heat hit you. The closest supermarket was four blocks away after you left the campus, and there was no way you were walking there and back in time to get your report done.

You decided to settle for a café that sat across the road for campus. It was small, and wasn’t going to have your groceries there, but Eliza could wait. You were hungry now, she was happy eating Alexander’s face.

You entered the café, going to the counter and freezing. The girl who stood behind it may have been the most beautiful woman you had ever seen in your life. You watched as she served the customer in front of you, beginning to panic.

You had never been good at conversations, even when you weren’t nervous. There was no way in the world you could walk up to that counter and speak to someone so incredibly good looking.

“Next please!”

You gulped nervously, walking forward to the counter.

“Hi, I’ll have a skinny mocha with a side of your number,” You said, blushing when you realised what had just come out of your mouth. “I mean… um…”

The girl in front of you laughed, writing your order down. “It’s okay. I’m not amazing at conversation either. I’m Maria,” She said, smiling at you. You felt the heat in your cheeks slowly disappear.

“I’m (Y/N),” You replied quietly, feeling around for the money that Eliza had given you. Your eyes widened. “Oh my god, I’m gonna have to cancel that. I’ve lost my wallet.”

“Hey, don’t sweat it. I can cover you on this one. Just pay me back the next time you come in,” Maria replied, smiling again.

“Uh… yeah.”

“As much as I’m loving talking to you, there are other customers behind you that I need to serve. You can wait over there for your coffee,” Maria said, pointing at the end of the counter. Your eyes widened.

“Oh! Um, yeah!” You replied, moving quickly to the end of the counter where several other people were waiting already. You kept your eyes on Maria the whole time, not realising your name had been read out.

“Um, excuse me? Are you (Y/N)?” The barista asked, tapping you on the shoulder. You jumped slightly.

“What? Oh, yeah. I am,” You replied, tapping your foot nervously.

“Well your coffees ready. You must’ve done something really well to get Maria’s digits,” He stated, going back to work. Your eyes widened. You grabbed the cup, smiling when seeing the writing on the side next to your name.

“Thankyou!” You said, walking out of the store happily. You took a sip of your coffee, raising your eyebrow when your stomach started rumbling again. It was then you realised that you had completely forgotten about the reason you had left your dorm in the first place. Food had completely left your mind, but it had been replaced by a much more beautiful sight. Maria Reynolds.

I'm Sorry, What?

* Jefferson × Reader
* 2-139: Hi, I’m Y/N, and I have no idea who you are, but I need you to kiss me.
* Modern

A/N: I know it’s been a few days but like I said, those pain killers make me insanely tired and it’s hard to focus. Plus I had some trouble getting this story started. Anyway, enjoy!

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“Angelica, you can’t be serious.” You groaned.

“Y/N, come on! You haven’t had a boyfriend in quite some time. Take a risk for once.” She shot back.

“By aimlessly flirting with random men in a bar?” You inquired. The Schuyler daughters and you went out for drinks. As they started talking about their latest relationships they asked you about yours. They learned that you still haven’t had another boyfriend for a while and told you to go and flirt with someone.

“Why not?” Peggy asked you.

“I just don’t see the point.” You shrugged. The girls all shared a glance.

“You’re worried about being shot down.” Eliza said, it wasn’t a question.

“What? No!” You argued, your pride made it impossible to let them know that was indeed the case.

“Then prove it.” Angelica challenged.

“Fine.” Damn your pride. You were going to prove to them that you were confident and that you wouldn’t be shot down. You scanned the bar looking for a man to take a risk with. Up at the bar there was the very man.

He had wild and fluffy curls surrounding his face. He was wearing gray slacks with a magenta suit coat and white shirt. His facial hair was neatly trimmed and added greatly to his physical appeal.

You confidentially stood. You did a quick once over of yourself, then you approached the bar. You stepped right up next to him so he’d acknowledge you. He looked you up and down with an intrigued smile. “Can I help you?” You asked. He took a sip of his drink.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, and I have no idea who you are, but I need you to kiss me.” You said, getting straight to the point.

He almost spit out the drink he took. “I’m sorry what?!” He asked appalled.

“I need you to kiss me.” You said. “Now preferably.” You added.

“Can I ask why?”

“To prove a point.” You told him.

“I do enjoy proving people wrong.” He said with a slight smirk. “Alright, but I have one condition.”

“What?” You asked suddenly wary.

“I get to take you out on a date.” He said. You almost laughed.

“Alright.” You said. With that he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. His arms found their way around your waist. You arms went around his neck and one of your hands buried itself in his hair. Your hand tightened around the curls and he groaned against your lips.

He pulled back, both of you breathless. He had a satisfied smirk of his face. “Did that prove your point or would you like to drive it home a bit more?” He asked.

You laughed lightly at his boldness. “I believe that did the trick.”

“Well, I can say I’m excited for our date.” He said. His hand slid down and slipped your phone from your pocket. He pressed a few buttons and handed it back to you. “Thomas, by the way.” You checked and saw he had sent himself a text from your phone.

“Well Y/N, you’ll be hearing from me.” He downed his drink and turned to leave. You stood dumbstruck for a few more seconds before shaking yourself and returning to the girls.

“What was that?!” Angelica asked.

“Told you I wouldn’t get shot down.” You said triumphantly.

“Clearly not!” Peggy said. They were all looking at you astonished.

“Guys honestly it’s no big deal.” You told them.

“Please at least tell us you’re going out with him!” Eliza said.

“Of course!” You assured them.

“Good.” Angelica said. You gave her a confused look. “There was a hell of a lot of sexual tension in that kiss.”

Thomas wanted to meet for dinner a few days later. Of course you had to ask the Schuylers for their opinion on what you should wear.

“Are you ever gonna tell us what the two of you said at the bar?” Peggy asked.

“Does it matter?” You asked as you ran a brush through your hair.

“Yes.” Angelica said. She was flipping through the outfits in your closet.

“I walked up and asked him to kiss me.” You said with a blank face.

“No, seriously.” Eliza said, taking your confession as a joke.

“It was just a bit of flirting.” You tried instead.

“That was quite an outcome for a bit of flirting.” Angelica observed. You only smiled in reaponse.

About an hour later you had the girls leave. You checked yourself over one last time in a mirror. You put a bit more effort into your appearance then you had when you went out for drinks. Angelica had helped you put together a great outfit that was both beautiful and enticing.

You got in your car and drove to the restaurant that Thomas wanted to take you to. You took a deep breath before exiting the car. This really was your first date in a while and it came from an impulse decision.

You walked in and scanned the place. It was nice enough for a first date, no hostess to seat you but a relatively pleasant air. You saw Thomas stand at a table across the room and offer a small wave. You smiled and walked over. He pulled your chair out for you, ever the gentleman apparently.

“Pleasure to see you again.” He said with he flirty smile. “You look lovely.” He complimented.

“Thank you.” You said with a blush. “I see you’re still pulling off the magenta suit coat.” You told him.

“I make it work.” He said with a smile, a wide genuine one. It pulled a smile from you too. The two of you fell easily into conversation. While talking you noticed someone behind him.

“No way!” You said with a slight laugh. Eliza had been raving about having a date with Alexander tonight, and here they were. “Hang on a minute.” You told Thomas and stood to go see them.

“Y/N!” Alexander exclaimed happily when he saw you. He pulled you into a hug.

“I’m glad Eliza pulled you away from your desk.” You joked. You and Alexander had grown closer when he started dating your friend. In the first few months they were inseparable so you got to know him fairly well.

“Well I’m just working to get a new idea incorporated in the company.” He explained.

“And apparently someone relentlessly fights against everything he suggests.” Eliza said.

“I’m serious. Jefferson doesn’t rest, his own goal is to see me destroyed.” He complained. They walked to get a table and went by your own. “Speak if the devil.” Alexander groaned.

“Hamilton.” Thomas said coldly.

“Jefferson.” Alexander spat back.

“Wait. This is the Jefferson you always complain about?” Eliza asked. “Oh boy…”

“Yeah. Why?” He asked, noticing the awkward air that descended.

“Because Y/N, is my date for the evening.” Thomas said coldly, standing and facing Alexander.

“Seriously?!” Alexander exclaimed. “Y/N, you can do better!” He told you.

“Watch it Hamilton.” Thomas growled.

“Why should I?” He argued. “Face it Thomas, you’re all talk and no action.”

“Oh and you would know all about action wouldn’t you Alexander?” He sneered.

“What do you mean by that?” He shot back.

“I mean the action you had taken with Maria Reynolds.” He spat out.

“Thomas!” You shouted at him appalled. Maria was a drunken mistake that Eliza had graciously forgiven him for. Still, it was a sore memory for both of them. “That was out of line!” You shouted.

“Come on, this bastard deserved that!” He retorted.

“Well the only bastard here is you!” You fought back. “You’ll excuse me if I leave this date early.” You snarled at him.

“Oh because that was the impression you gave a few minutes ago.” He said sarcastically.

“That was before I realized what an ass you were.” You shot back. “So goodnight and goodbye Thomas.” You grabbed tour purse and walked out.

“Y/N!” Eliza called after you as you crossed the parking lot.

“Hm?” You asked, turning to face her. Alexander was behind her as well.

“I’m so sorry.” She apologized.

“Sorry that Thomas was an ass?” You asked incredulously. “It’s not your fault.” You told her.

“But he was out of line and it completely ruined your night.” Alexander said apologetically.

“Guys, it’s fine really. At least now I know he’s not worth my time.” You shrugged and left. You laid in your bed that night thinking. Thomas was in fact horrible. But was attractive and interesting as well. Maybe you were thinking too much into everything. It was your first date in a some time and you were just struck by appearances.

But if that’s the case, why were you so upset by how the date ended?

The girls dragged you out for drinks once more. You would’ve preferred to stay in, seeing what happened last time. Peggy was talking about a man that had flirted with her at a coffee shop a few days ago. Angelica raved about an attractive man she was talking to. Eliza was quiet.

She knew if she mentioned Alexander then everything about your failed date would be dredged up. You laughed lightly at Angelica’s story and continued toying with your half empty glass. You took a drink and paused. Thomas was once again at the bar.

The night you met he was drinking a bar but now it was whiskey. You wondered if he was as upset as you were lately, as a result of your failed date. Or maybe you were just over analyzing everything. You sighed and took another long gulp from your glass. Eliza glanced over at you then followed your gaze to the bar.

“Y/N…” She tried.

“Stop Eliza. Really its fine.” You said holding up a hand. You know she must have informed her sister of the outcome of that night or they would’ve asked about it by now. Still, the other two glanced between you and the man at the bar with a curious look.

“Look, I’m just gonna head home.” You said. If you didn’t leave now, there was every possibility you’d get drunk. You weren’t crazy about that idea right now. You got up and left the bar.

“Guys do you think there’s anyway we can help her?” Eliza asked.

“You’re the one who knows the specifics of that night.” Angelica said.

“Thomas was rude to Alexander so Y/N was rude to him.” She explained. “She doesn’t act it, but I know she’s upset about how the date ended.”

“And Thomas?” Peggy asked. “How does he feel?”

“If his whiskey intake is anything to go on, then pretty bad.” Angelica said, watching him from where she sat at the table.

“We have to try anything.” Eliza said determinedly.

Thomas glanced up at a knock on his office door. “Angelica Schuyler. To what do I owe this pleasure?” He asked.

“I’m here about something rather personal Thomas.” She explained.

“Oh really?” He leaned forward, his flirtatious smirk on his lips.

“Nothing like that.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s about Y/N.”

“Leave.” He said, his eyes growing cold. “I don’t need told again how I acted was out of line. She did that well enough herself.”

“Actually, I was hoping I could help you two resolve your argument.” She said.

Thomas looked at her with renewed interest. “Go on.”

“Look. I want to help, but you need to agree to one thing first.”

“What…?”

You were in much better spirits tonight, it may or may not have been from a few drinks. You went out with the girls and Alexander came along too. It was rare he spent time with you, always working and unwilling to take a break.

Someone walked up to your table and cleared their throat. You looked up and glared at Thomas. “Look I came to apologize.” Everyone stared at him in astonishment. “May I sit?” He asked, gesturing to an empty chair. Every one turned to you for your answer. You curtly nodded.

He took a deep breath. “I was put of line that night.” He began. “So I need to apologize. Alexander, I’m truly sorry for what I said. Not only was it rude but it was also uncalled for.”

Alexander sat stunned. “Uh I accept your apology.” He finally said.

Thomas turned to you. “Y/N, I’m sorry for how horrible I was. I give you my word that I will never act out again if you are kind enough to give me a second chance.” He looked nervous, he kept his eyes down in his lap, daring only a few peeks at you through his bushy curls. “I also can promise to not be as rude to Alexander. I can’t promise to be his best friend but I can promise to be more civil.”

“Oh please Y/N, for the sake of peace, consider this.” Peggy jokingly pleaded.

You laughed lightly before looking back at Thomas. He was finally looking at you steadily, waiting for your response. “Alexander, do you really forgive him?” You asked.

“You know, I really do.” He said with a small smile. “Never thought I’d live to see the day Thomas Jefferson apologized though.”

“And you Eliza?” You asked. “You were hurt by his words too.”

“Y/N, you’ve been out of sorts since that night. I know this guy can fix that so of course I forgive him.” She told you.

You turned back to Thomas. “Then I forgive you too.” He smiled that bright smile that you’d thought of endlessly. The one that brought your own smile out. “However, apologizing was definitely not your idea.” You said and his smile fell. “OK fess up. Who at this table planned this?” You asked.

Angelica shamelessly raised her hand. “I knew you wanted him, so all he needed to do was apologize and I told him that.”

“You couldn’t possible know that I wanted him. At least not that badly.” You told her.

“Oh please. I told you, a lot of sexual tension in that one kiss.” She said dismissively, causing a bit of laughter. You and Thomas shared a bashful look. Which shifted into something more affectionate. “Oh just kiss her already.” Angelica groaned.

Thomas wasted no time in leaning forward and capturing your lips with his. While that first kiss was impulsive and infatuatous, this one was more passionate. It was as if he was securing his promises with this kiss. You gripped his curls again, grinning against his lips as it pulled a groan from him again. You forgot where you were until Alexander loudly cleared his thoat.

You pulled back and wouldn’t look at your friends. You knew your face was pure red. “Please Angelica,” Alexander began. “Never ask him to kiss her again.” The group laughed while Thomas just looked at you with his smile, not his smirk. You grinned up at him. While your friends teased you, you were really glad they helped fix this. You were even more happy that they were willing to look past Thomas’ actions in the past so that you were happy.

“You know Alexander.” Thomas said, getting the attention of the table. “I don’t need to be told.”

“Well then please tell me before you do so I can leave next time.” He joked. You were surprised to see them joking already.

“Oh you know I only live to make you suffer Alexander.” He said before kissing you soundly again. You felt Thomas’ lips quirk up in a smile when Alexander let out an exaggerated groan.

thededleadragoria  asked:

If you haven't already could you write something about Tony reading some of the letters Howard sent? Thnx.

Hi! Sorry my reply is late here. But, I don’t think I’ll be writing a specific story with the letters, but the letters will come up, and we’ll probably see excerpts. So, yes, eventually, my plan is there will be such a thing as you are requesting. Just, not quite yet, for reasons. ;)

It might be something like this:


The Garage was empty.

Well, the main floor of the garage was empty, anyway. Except for two cars, three motorcycles, a desk, three chairs, a pair of short, wooden filing cabinets, and a long row of metal shelves. There was a large tool kit for working on the cars, and one of the metal shelves had been repurposed to hold parts.

So, okay, it wasn’t exactly, perfectly empty. But, with the decades of crates moved out, the space felt a little cavernous.

Darcy sat at the desk, her feet up on the cracked leather blotter, kicking her toes together in an absent rhythm.

There was something heavier in the Garage, though, despite its apparent emptiness. And she didn’t mean the super-secret base beneath.

The below-ground base was sort of rectangular, stretching out back away from the street side, to under a grassy lot behind the building. Operations, the elevators and stairs of the main entrance, along with a handful of side offices were the front third. Labs and workshops occupied the middle third, and the far end were a few bunkrooms and the stairs to yet another, lower level. The main engineering works of the base were down there — water, sanitation, air, plus storage, and an emergency exit out to tunnel to a hidden, fake water pipe in an alley four blocks away.

It wasn’t a facility meant for a big crew. Maybe it could house 12 to 15 people all together for a few weeks. If they really, really liked each other.

She and Tony spent a number of daddy/daughter date nights upgrading, tearing out and replacing environmental systems, rewiring for a proper network, pulling fiber, and in general, making the secret base operational. For what, who knew.

While Darcy questioned the degree of her own paranoia at having a double secret hidey-hole, it was also really cool. Like a private treehouse. She and Rico always planned to have one, but neither of them had yards with trees big enough. It was a crushing realization to their 10-year old selves. Now … all this.

She’d have to actually remember to tell Rico, though.

Nobody knew the Garage existed except Tony, Bucky, Steve, and Peggy. And only Tony knew where it was. He liked that part.  

So, he didn’t need to know she invited Bucky by today. But, her invitation had a purpose and she wasn’t sure how he’d take it. Not that it was bad, necessarily. Maybe.

It might not have been a big, elaborate structure, like the Playground, but there was still plenty to explore. When going through some of the side rooms, Darcy came across one full of furniture. Just desks, chairs, and some bunks, really. But off to one side was a footlocker and a large canvas bag. Atop the footlocker sat a folded piece of paper with her name on it; Darcy recognized Howard’s handwriting immediately.

April 29, 1970

My darling D,

I had the strangest conversation with Peggy a few weeks ago.

Maria was out at some art luncheon, the nanny was off sick, and I got stuck with Tony. I hope he grows out of it, but if you didn’t know, your father is a screamer. Peg was trying to distract him with a truck, and out of the blue, she asked if I knew what happened to Bucky Barnes’s things. If we’d given them to his sister, or what.

Well, I recall trying to pass them on to Miss Barnes years ago. She took a few things, small keepsakes — one of his watches, his brass compass, his flag, a medal or two, I think — but his old uniforms and such, that hurt too much, she said and she didn’t have the space to treat them right. She asked me to keep it all with Steve’s things, thinking maybe some day we’d put it all together in a display.

I told Peggy that and she insisted I pull Sgt. Barnes’s locker and duffle and set them aside for you; that you’d appreciate it. She wouldn’t say why, but she was pretty damned pushy about it; you know how she gets. I suppose maybe you two talked about him all those years ago. I’m sorry you didn’t get a chance to know him; he was a good fellow and a hell of a shot. I was working on a rifle for him when we lost him. Damned shame.

I hope you appreciate these, and just so you know, I’m breaking up the collection here. But since the collection’s all going to you anyway, I guess you can get this where it belongs.

Make sure people remember, sweetheart. I’ve done my best to keep their memories alive, and now I’m trusting them to you. Don’t let them be forgotten.

All my love,
HS


As ever, when she found one of these messages from Howard, she had to take a few minutes to breathe through it. She really did miss him.

Then she growled a little, because, he loved to issue his orders. It was sweet at first, but then every subsequent letter had some sort of little command or directive in it, and now she kind of wanted to throw things at him. But, of course, he was dead, so she couldn’t, and he’d probably known that, and basically, even after death, he was kind of a jerk.

Do this, do that, family legacy, blah blah blah. “I love you Howard, but shut up.”

Once she got past that little emotional whirlwind, she lugged the trunk and the bag out of the room and up to the ground floor. Then she called Bucky and gave him directions to the garage. And now she was waiting and staring at the trunk.

She was very tempted to open it all up. What would she find? Dirty laundry? Hopefully not — 70 years of stank? Gross, pass. Girlie mags? That would be hilarious, and she would give him so much crap. Would there be books? The trunk was heavy enough. Old letters from a sweetheart or two? He was popular with the ladies, back in the day, everybody knew that. Did they send him little notes with lipstick kisses and a spritz of perfume?

What would Bucky Barnes carry off to war with him? And what would he keep once there?


Rucas FanFic: Forwarded to Farkle

A/N:  Thank you for your patience! I had a project at work that required my full focus and attention. For those that sent nasty messages? Feel free to stop reading. I’m not going to apologize for having real life responsibilities. As much as I would love to write Rucas fics all day- the bank requires that my mortgage payment be made with actual money…not fictional stories… so my butt has to go to work. For the rest of you? I hope you enjoy this update. I will admit that this one hurt.

A/N2: It was brought to my attention that the photos I used in previous chapters were not credited to any accounts. As I took them from Yahoo, I had no way of knowing who they “belonged” to… I will be replacing all of the graphics used in the previous chapters. My apologies to @allthingsrucas for using her GIF without proper credit. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. If anyone else knows of a graphic I used that should have been credited to them- please send me a PM and I will include your information in my next update.

A/N3: Maria @me-youhaveme will be creating the graphics for this story. I am in love with the header for this chapter!

Chapter 5: Deafening Silence

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Negan’s Match Part 111

I sat there and listened to him gloat to the other sanctuary residents. I just listened while he went on and on. “I have the most beautiful woman in the world and now, I have the most beautiful son in the world.” He held himself up, so proud.  His chest was puffed out more than usual and he had a unusual gleam in his eyes.  The women were all hovered around Jackson talking about how handsome he is and how much he looks like his father.  Every comment seemed to make Negan’s ego grow bigger and bigger.  It was hard to imagine that was even possible.  Dwight sat down next to me and I continued to eat my food.  Spooning every bite in my mouth like I had no cares in the world. Which was a big fat lie. 

Dwight nudged me “Hey, how are you feeling? I haven’t seen you around much.”

I swallowed my current bite of bland food and smiled. “I am fine.  I have been busy feeding and caring for Negan’s perfect son over there.  He’s pretty much been keeping me hostage. I think he is a little more over-protective now than he was before.  I have to talk fast just to get to come out here and eat a meal. He wants me in the room all the time.  It’s driving me a little crazy actually.”

Dwight smirked and shook his head. “A little more over-protective?  I am surprised he hasn’t locked you in a plastic bubble.  He was out of his mind insane while you were gone.  He may never let you leave this place again.”

I laughed but Dwight’s words made a pit in my stomach.  Was Negan ever going to let me out of here? The man was over-protective before but now, now we had a child.  The more and more I thought about it the more sick I became. I have never been the kind of person who liked to be locked up.  I have never wanted to spend my life in a cage.  The last month since we have been back, it seems like I have been.  I hadn’t noticed much since I was so busy.  Jackson needed a lot of attention.  He was always hungry, he always needed to be changed, or held. Like his father he needed my constant attention.  I shook my head and tried to change the subject with Dwight.

“What have you been up to?  You haven’t been crawling up my ass lately, does Negan have you on another mission? Are you no longer head of my personal security?”

“Nah, I have been around, just not in the room.  You know how he is.  I have been kind of bored lately.  No one running away or doing other shenanigans that you get yourself into.  It has been kind of nice but I am ready to get out some too. Everyone has been really busy rebuilding certain parts of this place that were destroyed when he came and attacked.  So I have been just hanging around outside your room, doing nothing really.”

“What’s going on with you and Sherry?”

He shrugged his shoulders and shoveled a bite of food in his mouth. “I don’t know, it’s fine I guess.  Things are just not the same and I don’t think they ever will be.  She wants to try to work it out and she swears she loves me but I feel different with her now.  I am trying but I don’t think it will ever go back to normal.” He scoffed “Well, as normal as things can be.”

“I know what you mean.” I rolled my eyes and looked over at Negan who was still going on and on.  He caught my eyes on him and smiled at me.  I shook my head some and looked back down at my food.  Dwight must have seen my reaction and I heard him sigh.

“Are things okay between you and Negan?” 

“Things are fine, I just, I miss being outside.  I miss being able to do what I want to do.  I just….I don’t know, something is off.  Something is different.”

He laughed, “I know what is wrong with you, you have the mommy blues. My mother had it when I was young. She had my little brother when I was fifteen and they hit her hard.  She was really sad.  It lasted a couple of months.  She cried a lot and told everyone she felt like a cow.  She would get mad at my dad because he wouldn’t pay enough attention to her.”

“I don’t have the mommy blues.” I snapped at him and finished my food.  The problem was, he was probably right.  I felt like Negan was not crazy about me like he was before.  Every little thing he did would somehow piss me off and I do feel like a cow.  Like my only purpose is to provide Negan’s perfect son with food.  Before I had him, Negan wouldn’t keep his hands off me.  Now, I felt like he barely touched me.  Every time I would see Negan talking to a woman, no matter who it was, I wondered if he was fucking her on the side.  An insane rage would rush through me but would be interrupted by Jackson crying or needing something.  Then I would sit there with my baby attached to my nipple and imagine how I was going to kill the woman he was talking to and how I would finish off the job with him.  I wondered why he wasn’t all over me anymore, he never tries to get me to have sex with him.  They always say, “If he isn’t sleeping with you, he’s sleeping with someone.” The thought enraged me.  I stood up and went to throw my food away.  I walked away and heard Negan calling out to me.  I ignored him and walked out the door. 

I didn’t get but about fifty feet from the door when as always, the door flung open and I heard him yell to me.  I kept walking and found a bench and sat down.  I tilted my head back and soaked up the warm feeling of the sun on my face.  I heard his footsteps getting closer and closer to me.  He stopped behind me and I heard him take a deep breath.  He laid his big rough hands on my shoulders and rubbed them gently.  I felt his breath on the back of my neck.

“What’s wrong my love?” His gravely voice sent a shiver down my spine.

“Nothing, I needed some air, where is the baby? I hope you didn’t leave him with all those crazy women.” 

He laughed. “I had Maria take him back to our room for a nap. I know something is wrong, you have been very distant lately.  Just tell me what’s wrong.”

“I am cooped up Negan, I feel like all I do is lay around and take care of Jackson.  I need to get out sometimes, I don’t like feeling caged Negan. You know this.”

“I know sweetheart, I know, but we have a child now. A child who needs your constant attention.  And you are still healing, your poor body went through a lot.  I still hear you whimpering at night from the pain.”

“I am not in any pain anymore.  I am healed. Besides, when has a little pain ever stopped me?”

“I know babe, I know.  You don’t feel like yourself anymore. I get it.  You went from being a bad ass bitch to being someone’s mother.  He needs you. I try to be around as much as possible but I still have a community to run.  Things are in shambles.  We were gone for a long time. Things need to be fixed and order needs to be restored.”

I whispered under my breath, “And you need to find pussy somewhere.”

He pulled his hands off my shoulders and moved around to the front of me. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

I crossed my arms and watched as his face turned fifty shades of red.  “Did you really just accuse me of cheating on you? Really?” His voice echoed and it made some people who were walking around turn to look at us. 

“Lower your fucking voice Negan or there is going to be fireworks from me.”

He shook his head and laughed in disbelief.  “You have got to be joking right now, how could you think I was cheating on you? You are the perfect woman, what kind of a fucking moron would I have to be to cheat on you.  You think I want some other woman? That’s like a man asking for hamburger meat when he has access to prime fucking rib. That’s fucking crazy.”

“Well, your not fucking me, so it has to be someone.  You hardly touch me anymore. Before Jackson, you could hardly keep your dick in your pants around me.”

“You just had a baby a month ago. The doctor told me to stay the fuck away from your sweet pussy for six fucking weeks.  Six long ass, mother fucking, kill me now, weeks.  I haven’t been all over you because I cannot control myself around you.  I am trying to keep my mind off of it as much as possible.  Do you have any idea how hard that has been for me? I am constantly replaying my favorite fuck sessions with you in my head.  I have cum on our shower wall so many times, I am surprised it’s not fucking pregnant.  Every time you walk by me, or I smell you on my clothes, or I hear someone speak your name I just about cum in my fucking jeans.”

I laughed at his words and imagined him jerking off on the shower wall.  “Well, I haven’t been able to tell and you haven’t said anything to me.  I feel like a fucking cow Negan.” Tears started to roll down my face. “I feel like I am in a cage.  I feel like you may not love me anymore or maybe you don’t think I am attractive anymore.  Maybe you are sick of me like you got sick of your previous wives.  Amber warned me about this.  She said you get tired of women easily. She told me I would last longer because of my looks but I am starting to feel it now.”

Negan knelt down in front of me and wiped my tears off my face.  I kept my face down and he titled it up to meet his gaze. “Babe, you are the love of my life.  No way am I any kind of sick of you.  You…. you make the sun rise and set for me.  You are the light on my life.  And just when I thought you could not be any more perfect, you gave birth to my perfect son.  You gave me life.  I am sorry I have been keeping you cooped up, I went through a lot of shit when you left.  I never want to feel that way again.  And sweetheart, I want you badly. But I am not going to lie, I am a little afraid.  As bad as I want to be in you, I really do not want to hurt you.  That doctor in Hilltop told me I could hurt you really badly.  I…I Can’t….I never want to hurt you.” He leaned in and kissed me softly but deeply.  He wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me on to his lap. He almost lost his balance but caught himself.  He lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist and stood up all while keeping his lips sealed to mine. It was quite impressive actually.  The strength the man had was incredible to me sometimes. He rubbed his hands all over my waist and lower back and finally broke the seal of our lips.

“Babe, you need to make sure you are eating, you have lost so much weight. You are skin and bones.  Have you been eating?  I know I have seen you eating but are you getting enough?”

I chuckled, “I am fine.  Jackson eats a lot.  I am eating but he drains a lot from me and that’s normal from what I have heard.” 

He grabbed a hold of my ass and pulled me closer to him. “Can you blame him? I’d keep those tits in my mouth all the fucking time if I could.”  He winked at me and looked down at them.

“I mean, if you think you are feeling better, we can try to have some sex.  God knows, my arm is about to fall the fuck off from jerking off so much.  Haven’t you wondered why I have been taking so many more showers?” 

I shook my head, “I haven’t noticed much around me lately, I have been taking care of a healthy, hungry baby boy.  He gives me no rest like his father use to.”

“Well,” Negan raised his eyebrows at me. “If you think you are healed up enough, now you have both of us that are going to drain the life out of you.”

Poor Bastard Bellamy Blake

For teennewt, one of the winners of my writing giveaway.

“Apparently Griffin’s daughter is staying on campus this year.  Something about being homeschooled.”
Bellamy snorted.  “The princess?  Staying on campus?  As if.”
Monty shrugged.  “Jasper thinks he has a shot with her.  I told him to stop deluding himself.  He said something about watching the master work that I’m working on forgetting.”

Bellamy dropped his suitcase on the floor of his dorm room and sighed, surveying the painfully white walls and standard-issue dorm furniture that had become as familiar to him as the back of his hand.

It was August which for Bellamy and the other students of Ark Academy for Young Gentlemen meant only one thing: moving back in to the boxy double rooms that would be their homes until June.

Behind him the door banged open to reveal his roommate, hauling two suitcases behind him.  “Hey, Bellamy,” he said, dropping the suitcases.

Bellamy threw him a small smile. “Nate.”

“How was your summer?”

Bellamy unzipped his suitcase and started tossing clothes onto his bed at random.  “Painfully average?”

Miller laughed.  “Same.  Work.  Work.  More work.”

Bellamy smiled.  “Chasing scary biker dudes away from Octavia.”

Miller chuckled.  “You’re going to have to let her grow up eventually.”

“Not yet I don’t.”

Miller shook his head good-naturedly and started unpacking his own bags.

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Revelations - Steve Rogers x reader

Author:                supernaturallymarvellous

Characters:         Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count:      3488

Warnings:          None

Summary:           After working with the Avengers for a while, a meeting with Nick Fury leads to secrets being shared.

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A gentle buzzing of the communication unit on your wrist woke you up. Glancing at the clock on your bedside table, you saw that it was 8am.  With a sigh of resignation, you hauled yourself out of bed – you were so not a morning person, especially when you hadn’t gone to bed until almost 2am.

“What’s the buzzing for, Friday?

“Mr Stark has asked me to alert all team members to the fact that we have visitors.”

“This early?  Who is it?”

“Director Fury and Agent Hill.”

“Ok.  Is there any urgency to this meeting or do I have time to get dressed and grab some food?”

“Director Fury would like to see everyone in the main room at 9am.  I took the liberty of waking you up now in order that you could get breakfast prior to the meeting.”

“Thank you Friday, I don’t know what I would do without you.  Oh, one last thing, is Steve awake yet?”

“I believe that he’s out with Mr Wilson and that they’re engaged in some form of competition.  When I patched into their comms, I could hear Mr Barnes shouting “on your left”.  I understand that they’re on their way back to the Tower now.”

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Shy? No Way

To the anon the requested the Bucky x reader on shot here it is! Sorry I’m not posting your request but I can’t find it so of this isn’t the way you want it just resend in the request!

Wait…Your Serious

When James Buchanan Barnes joined the avengers everyone was wary of him. And they had the right to be right? He was a monster because of all the horrible things he did in his lifetime. The only person he talks to occasionally is his long time best friend Steve Rodgers. Tony stark was hosting a party at avengers tower so all the avengers were required to attend. This includes James. When he arrived at the floor the party was being held at, he looked around for his friend Steve. He found him at the bar talking to a girl with black and blue rainbow underplaying hair color. He walked over to them and ordered a whiskey even though he knew the dammed thing would do anything to him.

“Bucky! There you are! This is Y/N. Y/N this is my friend Bucky Barnes. Bucky Y/N is an avenger. She’s the brown recluse.”

The girl waved at Bucky and smiled to which shockingly he returned. She looked back to the crowd scanning the place.

“Buck just so you don’t get offended or anything Y/N can’t talk. So if she doesn’t respond to you that’s why.”

Y/N turned her head back so quick Bucky thought it would snap. She looked at Steve and then punched his shoulder. He winced in pain and she smiled. She then pointed to where Natasha and Clint were and Steve nodded his head. She looked back at Barnes and waved a goodbye and went over to Natasha. Bucky took her place at the bar and watched her.

“So why doesn’t she talk?”
“She grew up in the red room and when she had the graduation ceremony she was sent off to hydra. There they tried to literally give her the abilities of a brown recluse. When she left, she joined S.H.I.E.L.D which in turn joined the avengers. Don’t let her fool you though, on the field she is a total badass. She could take you down hell she could probably do it now”
“Language Rodgers. So how does it work in the field? She can’t talk so communication is out of the picture.”
“We have a sort of clicking system. We keep it to the necessities like yes and no, hostage situation, avenger hostage situation and civilian avenger hostage situation. It’s worked so far.”
“Mhm.”

{here’s a little background on the brown recluse: she grew up in the red room and was the top of her class. When she had the graduation ceremony she was sent off to hydra. There they focused on her agility and strength. Then they held a series of tests that focused on giving her the ability of echolocation and to see in the dark. They succeed which earned her the name the brown recluse. She became the most feared assassin with over two dozen confirmed kills and a dozen assassinations. She left hydra to join S.H.I.E.L.D which in turn was the avengers. She stopped talking due to all the horrible things she saw and did. The avengers see her as their little sister and take it amongst them selves to protect her. They have a system where she points to where she wants to go so they know where she is. She stays with mainly Natasha or Steve and when she’s not with them she’s with one of the other avengers. Ok enough background info let’s get back to the story! 😆}

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After Steve introduced me to Bucky I left them to go over to Natasha and Clint. She gave me a hug and handed me a champagne glass and then pushed me to sit on the couch. Not that I minded though. I love my little messed up family of the avengers and I know they just care about me. I don’t know why stark is having a party since we haven had a mission in two weeks. But he has the money so he can do what he wants. I thought Barnes was the last guest to arrive but he wasn’t. I watched the doors and nick came in with Maria behind him. I tapped Natasha’s forearm and she turned to look at me. I pointed to where nick was and she nodded. I walked over to nick and Maria who came and gave me a hug. Nick smiled at me and nodded and I waved back.

“How are you doing Y/N? Have you met Barnes yet?”

I turned around and pointed at the bar where Steve and Barnes were. She took my hand and dragged me to the bar. Nick followed us shaking his head with a smile. When we got the the bar Maria orders us a shot and a tequila mixed with vodka. We drunk our shot and then Maria grabbed my hand as soon as our tequila and vodka came. She dragged me to the dance floor and nick stayed with Steve and Barnes. When we got to the dance floor I shook my head no when she finally let my hand go.

“Come on Y/N/N let loose have some fun. Besides I think a certain super soldier has the hots for you.”

She turned me around and pointed to where Barnes was. I turned back around and shrugged. She handed my her drink and told me to drink it since I had already finished mine. Begrudgingly I drunk her drink as well. I put the glasses on a waiters plate when they came by. I felt someone’s eyes on me which I didn’t appreciate. Being an assassin made me wary of others especially if they were watching me. Maria grabbed my hand again and made my dance. I shook my head but I was smiling. Everyone stopped dancing and the music was turned down when tony got up on a stage he had put in the room. Everyone turned towards him when the lights focused on him. Ever the ego maniac.

 “Hello ladies and gentlemen I would like to thank you all for coming here tonight. Now the main talk of the night has been why is tony stark holding a party for no reason. Well I’m here to tell you why. The avengers have been mission free for two weeks thanks to the hard work of the avengers and of a special someone. She took the liberties to take on extra missions and let the rest of us old folks take a break. She has proven time and time again that she deserves the title hero. Ladies and gentlemen the broom recluse Y/N Y/L/N!“

 The lights moved onto me and I looked at tony and made a your dead notation at my throat. 

 "Your kidding right sweetheart?” 

 I shook my head no and crossed my arms in front of my chest and tapped my foot.

 “Come on sweetheart don’t be shy.”

 I shook my head no and stood my ground. Someone hollered put hurry up already so I turned towards where the persons voice came from and flipped them off. Everyone started to laugh and I shook my head. I didn’t see Natasha come up in front of me nor did I see Maria push me. Maria pushed me and Natasha grabbed my arm. I gave Natasha my best bitch face as she dragged me up towards the stage. Tony held his hand out for me and Natasha snatched my hand and made me grabbed Tony’s. He helped me onto the stage and put his hand on the small of my back.

 “Y/N on behalf of the team and the world, thank you.” 

 I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. Thor walked up behind me and placed an actual princess crown on my head. I smiled and turned around to give thor a hug which he gladly accepted.

 “Alright people lets get back to the party!”

AN: Part 2 will be up tomorrow and part 3 of “Friends or Sister?” Will be up tomorrow as well!

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