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Avengers Preference: How They Handle Your Death

a/n: the first request of the avenge-these-imagines NYE Request Extravaganza! (if you can think of a better name, I’m all ears, lol). enjoy!

warnings: grief, death of the reader

Thor- upon news of your death, Thor seemingly vanishes into thin air. he travels into some far-reaching corner of the universe to be alone with his grief, and the entirety of Asgard mourns their fallen princess. when he finally returns, he is much more solemn, far less brash, and only returns to Midgard when absolutely necessary. he can’t stand the realm that was once lit up by your beautiful smile, and the way it has moved on without you.

Bruce Banner/Hulk- when Bruce watches you get shot on what was supposed to be a simple, low danger recon mission, he almost completely loses his humanity. the thought of that last laugh lighting up your face right before the bullet entered you was too much for him to deal with in his human form, so the Hulk takes over. Natasha finds him in a cave in the mountains and sings him his lullaby, and she holds him as he deals with his grief for the first time.

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow- you were the only thing keeping Natasha from reverting into her former cold assassin self, and after your death she becomes hell-bent on revenge. calculatingly killing each and every person involved in her loss.

Clint Barton/Hawkeye- people are shocked at how well Clint takes the news of your death, as he seems to be his usual self (though unwilling to talk about you). one night while Tony is restlessly wandering the halls of the tower, he finds Clint in your room, holding your favorite jacket and sobbing. he never mentions it to Clint, but the next day there is a sad understanding in the eyes of the team, and they all drink to your memory and share stories about you.

Tony Stark/Iron Man- Tony throws himself into his work, mainlining caffeine as a replacement for sleep. on the fourth straight day, Bruce steadies him as he almost falls over in the lab. when he demands that Tony get some rest, Tony responds, “I can’t. there’s a cold, empty space where she used to sleep. the nightmares are unbearable. I can’t sleep until I can make something to protect those I love, so I never have to feel this way again.” after that, Bruce begins staying up with him.

Steve Rogers/Captain America- Steve deals with your passing in the somber, steady way he dealt with all of his other losses. he can’t get drunk, but that doesn’t stop him from drinking his way through Tony’s liquor cabinet. nobody ever mentions it, but suddenly there’s a section dedicated to you in Steve’s museum exhibit, with some of your favorite belongings. the donation sign merely reads “forever my girl -SR”

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier- after your death, everyone treats Bucky warily, worried that he’ll lose himself again, but Bucky stays strong. Steve doesn’t tell about the nights they spend sitting up, with Bucky too afraid to sleep because he’s worried he’ll awake with no memories of you.

Sam Wilson/Falcon- ever the rational one, Sam goes to a grief counselor after losing you. he knows that you would want him to deal with this in the healthiest way possible, and he gives back as much as he can in your memory.

Pietro and Wanda Maximoff/Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch- the twins are no strangers to loss, but the loss of you really wrecks them. they find solace in each other, becoming even more isolated and reliant on their sibling, because they are acutely aware that the things they love most can be ripped from them at a moment’s notice.


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Ash by Malinda Lo (Cinderella)

In the wake of her father’s death, Ash is left at the mercy of her cruel stepmother. Consumed with grief, her only joy comes by the light of the dying hearth fire, rereading the fairy tales her mother once told her. In her dreams, someday the fairies will steal her away, as they are said to do. When she meets the dark and dangerous fairy Sidhean, she believes that her wish may be granted.

The day that Ash meets Kaisa, the King’s Huntress, her heart begins to change. Instead of chasing fairies, Ash learns to hunt with Kaisa. Though their friendship is as delicate as a new bloom, it reawakens Ash’s capacity for love-and her desire to live. But Sidhean has already claimed Ash for his own, and she must make a choice between fairy tale dreams and true love.

Cinder Ella by S.T. Lynn

Ella is transgender. She’s known since she was young; being a woman just fit better. She was happier in skirts than trousers, but that was before her stepmother moved in. Eleanor can’t stand her, and after Ella’s father passes she’s forced to revert to Cole, a lump of a son. She cooks, she cleans, and she tolerates being called the wrong name for the sake of a roof over her head. Where else can she go?

An opportunity to attend the royal ball transforms Ella’s life. For the first time, strangers see a woman when she walks down the stairs. While Princess Lizabetta invited Cole to the ball, she doesn’t blink an eye when Cinderella is the one who shows. The princess is elegant, bold, and everything Ella never knew she wanted. For a moment she glimpses a world that can accept her, and she holds on tight.

She should have known it wouldn’t last. Dumped by her wicked stepmother on the farthest edge of the kingdom, Ella must find a way to let go of the princess and the beautiful life they shared for an hour. She’ll never find her way back. But it’s hard to forget the greatest night of her life when every rose she plants is a reminder.

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Beneath a Darkened Sky

Bruce Banner was glad he was an only child.

Throughout his life, Bruce was occasionally envious of the closeness some people had with their siblings. Sometimes he wondered what it would be life to have that kind of unbreakable bond with another person. But other times, like now, he was grateful for his lone child status because it meant Bruce would never know what it was like for your sibling to stab you.

Unlike Thor.

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Angel In Disguise (Steve x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys!! To the anon who sent this, I hope you feel better, sweetheart!! This is actually quite long but I had a lot of fun writing the last part. I hope you guys don’t mind though, I just got so carried away writing it and yeah…I didn’t really know if you wanted Steve to end up with the reader so I kinda left it out in the open so yeah. Anyways, enjoy!!😊

Request: Hello doll :) Would you mind doing a Steve Rogers imagine where he’s like your best friend (just like a big brother) and during one Mission you get shot but the Jet is destroyed and the avengers have to take care of you on their own. Steve is Holding your Hand while you’re unconscious and Bruce gets the bullet out. You then get a fever and it Looks back but they can bring you back and Steve keeps taking care of you all the time ? :) I just feel sad and thought I could send in a request like that

“Did you bring your guns?”

You sighed as you looked at Steve. “You can see the guns strapped to the side of my thighs, Cap. They are very visible.”

“I was just making sure,” Cap said.

“And besides I have pyrokineses, I only brought the guns because you insisted.” You gave him a look.

Steve sighed as he stood up. “I just want you to be careful.”

“I know, I know,” you said as Steve gave you a smile before walking to where Clint and Nat were flying the quinjet.

You took a deep breath in before leaning your head back, closing your eyes. The team was sent on a mission as apparently, one of the enhance that HYDRA was working on escaped and was wreaking havoc at some small town. The team had already shut that HYDRA operation before going to find the enhance.

The worst part of going on the mission so far was Steve just nagging at you, making sure that you didn’t forget anything and making sure that you were prepared, all that stuff. You knew he didn’t mean any harm by doing all that but he was like a brother that you never wanted, you still loved him though. The two of you were like two peas in a pot, he was so carefree around you that when you see him interact with other people, it’s weird as he gets so much more serious.

“We’re reaching,” Clint called out but the jet started to shake, the shaking getting worse and worse as time passes.

“What the hell is happening,” Tony asked as you stood up shakily, making your way to the front to look out of the window. You held on to Steve’s shoulder as you saw the grey clouds ahead, before lightning flashed directly in front of the jet.

“That’s not a good sign,” you muttered.

“Thor, can you find a way to stop the storm?” Cap asked as he glanced back at the god who nodded and opened the ramp before swinging his hammer and flying out.

You raised a hand to cover your eyes as the strong wind blew into the jet, Tony trudging forward in his Iron Man suit and shutting the ramp. You let out a breath as he closed the door.

Suddenly everything stopped, the jet stopped shaking and you thought that maybe Thor already solved it but you were wrong. Thunder boomed as lightning strike again, this time hitting one of the jet’s wings.

“Hold on!” Nat shouted as the whole jet tilted to one side. You almost fell and lost your balance but Steve caught you and held onto you as Clint tried to regain stability while Nat checked how damaged the wing was. “Um, you guys aren’t going to be happy about this.”

“What happened?” Bruce asked, looking at Nat.

Nat glanced at Bruce with a stressed look. “The wing isn’t just damaged, the wing was completely ripped off by the lightning.”

“You guys better hold on tight, it’s not going to be a smooth landing,” Clint warned as the whole jet started spinning, the archer trying his best to control it.

You held on tight to Steve as the jet hit the ground, jerking all of you forward. When the quinjet stopped skidding, all of you just stayed there, taking a deep breath it before preparing yourselves and walking out.

Well, now all of you have no way back to the tower. The communicators doesn’t seem to be working as well, it’s probably because of the stupid storm.

As all of you headed out of the jet, Thor landed in front of all of you, worry in his gaze. “The storm is not natural.”

You frowned as you looked at him. “The lightning completely ripped off the wing of the quinjet, so I would say, yes, it’s not natural.”

The god shook his head, Cap walking out beside you. “What’s going on, Thor?”

“The storm doesn’t seem to be created by nature, it seems as if it’s being controlled by something,” Thor said.

“Or someone,” Tony interjected, looking as if he found out something important. “I think I might know what the powers of the enhanced we’re dealing with have.”

“Weather manipulation,” Bruce said, coming to stand beside Tony as he nodded.

“Exactly,” Tony replied.

“Okay, so we have to go find that person, but where? We’re stuck in the middle of some forest,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I think we might have landed near the edge of the forest, from what I remembered from the map.” Clint looked around before pointing straight ahead.

“Let’s go,” Cap said, his voice commanding as everyone started heading to where Clint pointed to.

Soon enough, a town came into view. Buildings, shops, diners. However, some of the buildings looked destroyed.

“This person really seemed to be having fun,” Nat commented as she surveyed the area.

“Tony, Thor, both of you fly around to see if there’s anybody injured, the rest of you, we’ll look around here,” Cap ordered.

All of you were about to do what he said when lightning strike directly in front of all of you, causing all of you to jump back.

“I’m not going to let all of you ruin my fun.”

You looked to the side to see a man around your age looking at the team, an evil smirk on his face. His hair was pure white, contrasting with his dark colored eyes.

Stepping forward, you glanced back at the rest of the team. “Tony, Thor, go. The rest of you go as well. I think I can handle it.”

“You? Handle me?” The enhanced sneered, you turn back to face him, flicking both of your hands lightly, fire bursting out from your arms.

The enhanced looked surprised before he raised his hands, his eyes turning greyish white, thunder booming again.

“Shit,” you muttered. “Dodge!”

All of you managed to jump out of the way in time, the lightning hitting where you were. You straightened up as you aimed your arm at him, shooting out a fireball, knocking him back.

He flew back, groaning. When the enhanced slowly got up, he looked down to see that you had burned a hold in his shirt, burning a bit of his skin as well. He growled as he glared at you.

You took this chance to throw another fireball at him but the moment your fireball hit him, you felt a sharp pain in your side, making you gasp as you fell on your knees, everything going dark.

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A gift for a girl who no longer exists

It shouldn’t matter as much to her as it does, this small silver hairnet of blue and white stones that Jon’s just given her, stammering as she takes it from him.

Sansa remembers when gifts and jewels filled her daydreams. She’d while away the hours spinning stories about the favors she’d graciously bestow on golden knights, and the gowns and jewels suitors would shower her with as they tried to woo her.

Sansa’s gowns are simple now, made by her own hand as she sits in the Lord’s Chambers Jon prepared for her. She sews designs that are easy to take on and off. Lords and ladies alike compliment her on the elegant, sweeping lines. She smiles, and keeps the true reason to herself - she can’t bear the thought of anyone touching her, even if only to help her dress. 

She turns away offers of ladies’ maids, and wears her hair plainly, spilling over her shoulders. Some of her advisers think it’s a strategic move, a “banner for all the North to see,” a subtle reminder of her lady mother. Sansa’s not blind to the symbolism, and uses it to her advantage, But she also can’t bear to have someone stand behind her, to brush and braid her hair. The feeling is too intimate, and too vulnerable. So she pins pieces away from her face, and lets the rest fall free. 

Jon devotes too much time to her comfort, now that he’s King in the North. He asks after whether she’s eating, and makes sure her chambers are well-stocked with logs. When she confronts him about it, he rubs the back of his head and mumbles a few words about remembering how cold she was at the Wall.

She’s frustrated that he recalls that moment of weakness. She’s also touched.

Now, as she pours the hairnet through her fingers, she starts to smile. She thinks how she could make a gown match, with embroidery that would bring out the shine of the silver metal. But she’s afraid of opening up that part of herself again. She’s wary of giving voice to the girl inside her who still loves pretty things, and might, just might, believe in songs. 

Jon sees her face fall. He sways towards her, then stops. “Do you…is it the wrong size?”

Sansa can’t hold back a small laugh. Jon’s stance eases. “No, Jon, I can adjust the hairstyle, a hairnet can’t be too small.”

Jon looks as relieved as he does when a favorable report comes in about their growing support from the Northern houses. “Good, that’s good. I just thought it would…look nice, with your hair.”

At King’s Landing, men had recited poetry for Sansa. She’d even received a few fanciful, beautifully written love notes delivered by secret messengers. All were politically motivated, calculated to test her loyalty, to Joffrey, or to Tyrion. She’d learned to steel herself to sweet gestures. So she’s not sure why she’s fighting back tears at Jon’s simple words.  

“Sansa, are you all right?” Sansa glances at Jon. His brow is furrowed, and he’s nervous again. She wishes he’d leave, and let her vent her unruly emotions in peace. She wishes he’d open his arms, so she could walk into them, because she thinks his touch might be one she could welcome. 

Sansa nods, composing herself. “Yes. Thank you Jon. I’ll…” She has a response ready from her prior life - a promise to wear the gift soon. But she can’t give Jon that promise. As talented as she is, without a ladies’ maid, she can’t craft a style on her own that would allow her to place the net in her hair. So there will be no gown with silver thread, and no moment where she gazes into her mirror, admiring how the stones bring out the color of her eyes. “I’ll keep it safe. It’s beautiful.” 

Jon shifts his weight. He seems about to say something more, but instead awkwardly takes his leave. Sansa carefully stows the gift away in a drawer. She takes it out from time to time, allowing herself to hold the stones up to the light, before tucking it away again. The girl who loves this gift can have a few moments of Sansa’s time, but no more. There’s a war on, after all, and Winter is here. 


inspired by @dragonchristianlady97‘s headcanon about Jon giving Sansa gifts! Edit: There is a sequel here: I don’t know about kings, but I’ll help you, because I couldn’t leave Sansa so sad. 

Moving In Together (Avengers Preferences)

writing always makes me feel better 


Warnings; none

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Steve wouldn’t exactly ask you directly. His apartment did kind of get destroyed during the whole infiltration pickle. So, he’d probably be living between Sam’s place and the base, but his stuff would slowly be moving into your place. It’d start by just a few shirts, but then it would go to him having half the wardrobe and even helping you choose new furniture when you needed it. Then one day he just changed his official address on his SHIELD file from ‘undecided’ to your apartment, but you never actually had any official conversation. It just sort of happened.

Tony Stark/Iron Man

You guys probably would’ve started out as friends, so you would’ve spent loads of time at the tower anyways. He’d give you your own level for when you stayed over, and when you began dating you moved in properly, because it was technically only living in the same building. Then as your relationship grew, you eventually just moved all your stuff into the fancy ass penthouse on the top. But you can’t forget the houses he has in London, Paris, the Hampton’s, Miami and Toronto. You have access to them too.

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

He’d be quite a traditional guy - He’d ask you properly, but also casually. Like ‘hey, do you wanna get a place together?’ and because your place was probably only suited for a single, full-time working person, you’d choose a newer, bigger space. Bucky’d probably want something far away from the stress of SHIELD but still pretty near, so he’d go for a place near central park where he can go for runs.

Clint Barton/Hawkeye 

Before he met you, Clint would’ve had a dinky ass place in the back of the Bronx which he only used for showers, despite the fact it had no proper hot water, because he either spent his time in the tower, at the helicarrier or on a mission. SHIELD was his life before he met you. One night, maybe three of four dates into your relationship, he took you back to his because you lost your keys. You were mildly horrified by the state of the place, and you made him cancel the rent and stay at the tower, until you felt you were ready to live together, which happened about six months into dating. You’d move into a pretty big place, probably right in the middle of the city.

Bruce Banner/Hulk

After moving back from India after what happened in Manhattan, he would’ve been living in the tower since. You were dating for about a year before you moved in together. You’d do a trial sort of thing at the tower before getting a place together, and after six months of it going really well, you finally bought a house together in Brooklyn, far away from the busy city but still close to your work and friends, and it was perfect.

Thor Odinson

It would be hard for him, being royalty and all. But you’d come to an agreement, where he’d split his time between Asgard and Earth. You’d spent time there with him too, but when it came to your home on Earth, he’d start crashing at your place pretty early into the relationship. Your sofa at first, and then eventually your bed. As soon as you realised it was a long-term thing, you would get a much bigger place in Manhattan, right across from the Tower. Sadly, still too far away for Tony to read the rude messages you wrote in the window.

Loki Laufeyson

Loki would be less fond of staying on Asgard after everything, and things on Earth just seemed much simpler with you. You were adamant at first about getting a place together, especially in New York, but after finding an amazing rowhouse in Manhattan, you were convinced.

Sam Wilson/Falcon

Out of all the Avengers and their living situations, Sam would probably be the most normal. Just a nice apartment, in a building overlooking the Hudson. You’d spend a lot of time there from the beginning of your relationship until one day you just realised everything you owned was there and that you may as well pay half the rent.

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow 

Natasha would have a hard time settling down, but for some reason she would really like your apartment. She’d spent a lot of time there before deciding she wanted to live there, and rather than asking, she simply announced ‘I live here now, by the way.’

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

You guys would have an entire level to yourselves at the Tower. It’d be hard for you to have an actual apartment since Wanda needs a lot of space and bigger New York apartments cost you an arm and a leg, so your spacious apartment would be perfect with the large living areas and lack of rent to pay.

Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver

Pietro would want to have found himself the perfect place - affordable, near a gym and a park, with enough room to run around and also for a dog. The only issue? A place like that didn’t exist, at least not one that you could afford. Ever. At-least not on his own. But with your wages and some Christmas money from your parents and Tony, you managed to get the place together, and it couldn’t have 

Remus Lupin Request

Originally posted by nellaey

Request: Something involving young!Remus 

Of course your fifth year would start off like this. You stormed out of the cabin, furious. You knew you were being replaced by (your friend’s name’s) boyfriend, but never thought she would say it to your face. 

You stormed off to the only person you could think of: your neighbor, James. You swung the door open and walked inside the cabin. You opened your mouth but James stuck his fingers to his lips, motioning for you to be quiet. You looked across from him to see a sleeping boy taking up a whole seat. James and his two other friends were all sitting across from him, cramped as it may be. 

You turned back to James. “Can I stay in this cabin. (Your friend’s name) is being a,” you paused, pursing you lips, “name I don’t want to say.” 
“It’s a little packed in here,” James whispered back, glancing at the sleeping boy. 
“I don’t care. I’ll sit on the floor if I have to.” 

“That won’t be necessary,” the sleeping boy said, startling you. He sat up and rubbed his sunken eyes. 
“I will. It’s not an issue. I just need to be in here.” 
The boy sat up and patted the seat beside him for you to sit down. 

James had a moment of realization. “Oh!” he exclaimed. “This is (Y/N), she’s my neighbor. (Y/N), this is Sirius,” he motioned to a boy with long black hair, “Peter,” he motioned to a blonde boy who was a bit bigger than the others and seemed very friendly, “and Remus.” Remus was the sleeping boy. He had shaggy, dirty blonde hair and a scar running up his face. He was very good looking, you had to admit. 

“Since we haven’t met before, I’d assume you aren’t a sixth year?” Remus asked. 
“No, I’m a fifth year. I’m in (your house name). I’m assuming you’re all Gryffindors?” you asked. 
“And bloody proud of it,” said Sirius. 

Halfway through the train ride, Remus stood. “My turn to patrol, prefect duties.” The boy walked out and you could feel a slight pull at your heart. You ignored it. 

When the train arrived at the station, you slowly got out. You walked close to James. “I don’t know what I’m going to do this year. All my friends are enthralled with their significant others.” 
“Well, we can’t help you at meals or such, but you can hang out with us whenever you need to.” 
“Thanks, James, you’re a champ.” 

You, James, Sirius, and Peter all climb onto the carriage. As you climb on, someone comes running up to you. Remus. 
“Almost bloody missed it,” Remus complained, squeezing beside you. 
“Second year in a row, mate,” Sirius smirked. 

The five of you talked up until you made it to the Great Hall. You pursed your lips and headed to your table, away from the boys. Your house got a lot of first years, and you showed a slight smile at the bright faces of the little kids. 
“(Y/N), will you show the first years to our dorm?” Marcus, one of the seventh year Prefects asked kindly. 
“Yeah, of course.” You stood up. “Hey, first years. Follow me.” You smiled at them as they gathered around you. 

Once you were out of the Great Hall, you turned around to talk to them. “My name’s (Y/N), and I’m a prefect. That means I can answer your questions and show you where places are, like your dorm. That’s where we’re heading now,” you said, all while walking backwards. 

“Are we going to be staying all together, or are the rooms separated by year,” a little girl asked, presumably muggle born. 
“They rooms are separated by year and gender, so there’ll be about ten of you in a dorm, I’d say. My year is very small, so I only have about-”

You were cut off by a body colliding into yours. The first years all laughed as the person you ran into supported your fallen body. You were helped up and turned around to see Remus, who was being laughed at by his group of first years. 
“Do all of the prefects walk backwards?” one of Remus’s first years asked. 
“Only the good ones,” Remus replied. 

You smiled at Remus and quickly ducked away. “Here we are, our common room.” 

You explained to the first years the trick to get in, and answered any questions they had. “Alright, here we are. Girls, follow me, boys, follow him,” you said, pointing to your prefect counterpart across the room. 

You led the girls to the dorm. “Lights out at 9,” you warned. “Goodnight, girls.” You shut the door and made your way up to your own dorm. 

You made your bed and settled in with a book you brought from home. This year might not be so bad after all. 

It was Halloween when they told you about the map. They planned to pull a prank that you knew wouldn’t work. 
“And why won’t it work?” Sirius asked with a smirk. 
“Because you’ll get caught,” you said, exasperated. Peter laughed, watching his friends reactions as well as yours. 
“That’s where you’re wrong, (Y/N), show her Remus,” James said. 

James handed Remus a piece of parchment and went off. You followed him after shooting a glance back at the three boys. Peter was smiling profusely, James was smirking, and Sirius wiggled his eyebrows at you. You blushed and turned around, following Remus. 

He led you to a corridor that ended with a wall. “I don’t get it.” 
“You’ll see.” Remus opened the parchment. “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” Ink traced the paper, drawing out what appeared to be a map. He found the right wall and moved a banner, revealing an opened. You pulled it open and climbed inside. 

“Where does this lead to?” you asked, awestruck. 
“This one just leads outside,” Remus said. 
“So there are others?” you asked. 
Remus nodded, barely visible in the dim lighting. “Yes.” 

Suddenly, Remus leaning towards you, barely brushing his lips against yours. He pulled back and stepped away. 
“Wow, that was unnecessary, I think we should leave,” Remus said quickly, his words jumbling together. 
You held onto him and gently kissed his cheek. “Hey, it’s okay. I wasn’t just going to say it, but I like you, Remus.” 
He stopped, turning back abruptly. “I like you, too. It’s just, that was a little much, I’m sorry. I don’t want to go that fast. How about I get you a Butterbeer at Hogsmeade next trip?”

You smiled. “That would be lovely.”

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Don’t mind my name (Bucky x Reader)

Suprise! That’s right! It’s a Bucky Soulmate AU! I hope you all enjoy! Feedback is very appreciated!

(H/c) - Hair Color

(E/C) - Eye Color

(Y/M/I) - Your Middle Initial

(Y/L/I) - Your Last initial

James Buchanan Barnes had never been so on edge in his new life. Granted, he had every right to be. Last year he couldn’t remember his own name- either of them. Bucky Barnes. James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Soldier. The Asset. Needless to say, it was hard. He was living in the 21st century with his best friend, who happened to also be living in a tower full of the world’s mightiest heros. Who happened to be showing him around said tower, to get him to move into the same tower.

The way Steve talked about the other Avengers, they might as well be the new 107th, which is an odd thought, because Bucky can’t remember most of them. A few faces plague his dreams. Sometimes, when Steve gets him to calm down, and properly wake up, he’ll describe them, and Steve will put names to the faces for him. Other times he’ll sit in the darkness with Steve, not saying anything. He pushes the thought aside as Steve opens a door as he continues to talk about… something.

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8 Years of Hetalia Kitawiki!

Today is a very special moment for us! It was on this day in 2009 that we opened our doors for the first time. We’ve had a lot of ups and downs throughout the years but we are still going strong thanks to the support of the many contributors that have helped out, past and present, but most importantly, you and the fandom as a whole! Whether you are writing a fic, roleplaying, or just a new fan looking to get to know the series better, we hope can continue being a helpful resource to all of you!

Happy birthday Hetalia Archives! Cheers to many more birthdays in the future!

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request: The fire whisky secret passage party with Calum (the one where u both end up kissing) pleaseeeeee!!!!! Hogwarts 5sos is my fave

(original prompt)

*note: I love hogwarts 5sos, especially gryffindor cal (please enjoy!)

You paced down the hall three times, channeling your thoughts toward the Gryffindor win earlier that evening, and a large oak door materialized in the middle of the hallway.

The Room of Requirement had completely transformed itself into a splendid party, with gold and red streamers and moving banners of the players, and one of the sixth years had persuaded a house elf in the kitchen to make a celebratory cake that congratulated the entire team. The moving poster of you alternated between your official quidditch portrait and the shot that had been captured today when you were playing your chaser position - it was rather flattering, you admitted.

The entire room erupted in cheers when you, their beloved Quidditch captain, stepped into the room. No matter how many times you had led your team to victory, you still weren’t used to the affection and admiration bestowed upon you by your fellow Gryffindors. Gradually though, the mob around you dissipated and the congratulations died down, and you headed to the rich reddish-brown table to grab a slice of cake.

You heard the door creak open again, and this time, the screams of the crowd were deafening.



“I think I’m going to faint!” a random Hufflepuff fell to her knees, a small hand draped delicately over her chest, a cake with only one tiny bite taken out of it, fallen next to her.

You rolled your eyes. A tall, broad, red-cloaked, dreamy-eyed, dark curly haired seventh year stepped into the room. Calum Hood, the Gryffindor seeker and apparent guest of honor who had charmed his way through Hogwarts since his very first day, winning the hearts of all the students on campus. Including you.

“Hey, Captain.” Calum teased, sidling up to your side. No matter how much you tried to play it off, your heart still thumped a little, secretly pleased he had ignored his bevy of adoring fans and came to talk to you.

“Hood.” You acknowledged him, giving him a brief nod.

“What, no congrats? Not even a lil celebratory kiss?” Calum tapped his cheek, watching in amusement as your face bloomed pink. He was playing you, you knew, for the entertainment of the small crowd that had gathered around him. As expected, the girls in front of him swooned.

You huffed and stabbed at your cake. “If you want a kiss, you better go ask one of the other girls. But good play today. Although your broom work could use a little more help.”

He laughed good-naturedly, knowing full well his Quidditch skills were near perfection - in fact, everyone knew he had received an early recruitment to play professionally for the London team. However, he still respected you as the captain, and it was partially due to your training that Calum and the rest of the team had made it this far.

Calum slung an arm around your shoulder, part of his heavy cloak draping around you. The warmth and familiar smell of musky, minty forest flooded your senses. At first, you were shocked still; Calum had never been flirtatious with you. You subconsciously snuggled a little more under the cloak (a natural response, you told yourself, especially since his dumb cologne is impeding my rationality), until you were almost touching Calum’s side. “Well, in that case, I know what’d you be more impressed with, Y/L/N.”

He pulled out a bottle from underneath the folds of his cloak, the liquid inside swirling with passionate red coils.

Your eyes widened. “Firewhiskey? Hood, where in the world did you get that?” Calum smirked, his slim fingers still gripped loosely around the neck of the purely alcoholic and completely forbidden substance.

“I have connections. I thought we’d have some fun with it, make this a real celebration.” He turned to the small crowd. “What do you say, wanna have a little taste?”

The crowd eagerly hung onto his every word, completely idolizing the athletic Gryffindor, and cheered loudly.

He leaned in a little closer, and his words hit the side of your neck. You shivered. Good Gryffindor, when had he started affecting you so much? “If you must know, it’s from my friend, Michael, in Slytherin. Said he smuggled it in from the last Hogsmeade trip. Snape almost caught him.” He grinned, his eyes crinkling and his infamous cheek dimples appeared. His smile could light up even the darkest night.

You nodded your head, vaguely remembering the bleached blond who often crashed in the Gryffindor common room.

“Well then, let’s not let it go to waste.” You plucked the bottle from Calum’s fingers, poured it into a gold goblet and bravely took a large gulp. The burn rushed down your throat but soon became a smooth, almost bittersweet taste. You closed your eyes for a few moments to allow the liquor to settle before passing both the goblet and bottle back to Calum.

Calum downed the rest of the contents in the goblet. He set the bottle on the food table, and the older Gryffindors immediately passed it around, chattering excitedly about the possession of the rare substance.

After a few exchanges between eager hands, a small fifth year piped up.

“Y/N should kiss Hood!” He yelled.

Another Ravenclaw girl nodded in agreement. They had both clearly lost their minds. More and more people started to agree, chiming in with “hell yeahs” and “if she won’t I’ll slytherin”. They were all mental. You flushed again, knowing that Calum would never in a million years, out of a million girls throwing themselves at him - you turned to face Calum to finish the rest of your thought, but you were instead met with a pair of soft pink lips which landed on your nose.

“Oops,” Calum let out a cute, but slightly intoxicated giggle. “Missed.” In the heat of the moment, however, (later you would claim the influence of alcohol) you guided Calum’s lips until they were pressed against your own, lips touching first before tongues dancing and hands roaming and before long, you and Calum had kissed your way back into the common room.

“Babe. Babe. Babe.” Calum chanted.

“What?” You paused, breathless, removing your lips from Calum’s neck.

“If I didn’t know you were a chaser, I’d say you were a keeper.” He looked pretty proud of his dumb pun.

You rolled your eyes but added, “and you’re the one I’d been seeking.”

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#18 Why are you so jealous

“Happy Birthday babe.” Juice walking into your bedroom with a tray of food.

You smiled as he put the tray down on your lap. He had made you pancakes with Strawberries on top. It was your favorite.

“This smells great and thank you.” You said giving him a kiss before you started eating.

Juice only had on a pair of cloth shorts and nothing else. It was a nice start to your birthday.

“What are you smiling at?” Juice asked climbing into bed with you.

“How wonderful my birthday is starting out. Pancakes and an almost naked man in my bed. Who could ask for more.”

“How about a fully naked man.” Juice said smiling at you as he took his shorts off and moved your breakfast tray out of the way

“Well, I was wrong it can get a whole lot better.” You said as he pulled you down onto the bed and got on top of you.

“You haven’t seen anything yet Y/N.” He said kissing you

While you and Juice were having your birthday fun. Gemma was barking orders at her house trying to get your surprise party underway.

“Move that banner more to the left?” Gemma said to Jax

“This is the last time I’m moving this.” He said moving it more to the left

“Don’t get sassy with me.”

“When is the cake getting here?

“Chibs went to get it. Stop worrying about so much. It all looks great.” Jax said getting off the ladder.

The house was covered in balloons and streamers. Then the big banner that said Happy Birthday Y/N.

“Do you think she will like it?” Gemma asked messing with the silverware.

You hadn’t know who your father was till about three years ago when your mother died and left his name is her will. Without even thinking it thru you went that night to try and go find your father. Clay wasn’t sure about it at first but you had all the proof. You also let it be known you didn’t want any money from him you just wanted to meet him since you had no other family. Then you just left again when it felt like you didn’t belong. That was how you meet Juice. Clay wanted him to find you and bring you back.(This will have to be a whole different story. Starting to get off track) Once you were back and was trying to make things work. Gemma took a very strong liking to you. It actually was a surprise to everyone.

Juice and you had just finished round two. This time in the shower together. You heard your phone ring as soon as you got out. Wrapping the towel around you ran into the bedroom and grabbed your phone.

“Hello.” You said looking around at the mess that you and Juice made this morning. All the blankets were on the floor. You had strawberry juice on your bed since Juice decided you should be his breakfast.

“Happy birthday love.”

“Thanks, mom. How’s it going?”

“Good. what time are you coming over for lunch today?”

Shit, you had forgotten all about that. You figured you would have a day in with Juice and see how many more birthday surprises he had for you.

“How about one.” You said looking at the clock on your nightstand and seeing it was noon.

“Okay. Is Juice with you?”

Looking over at the bathroom as he walked out with just a towel around his waist.

“Yeah, he is here.”

“Good see you both soon. Love you.”

“Love you too mom.” You said hanging up

“Whats going on?” Juice asked walking up to you

“I forgot we are supposed to be having lunch with mom today at one.”

“So I take there is no time for anything else.” He said pulling the towel apart and letting it fall to the floor

“Not this time.” You said hugging him

“Let’s get dressed.” You said giving him a quick kiss

You didn’t notice the look he had on his face. He really didn’t want to share you today.

“Want to take my bike or your car?” Juice asked as you walked out of the bedroom

“Let’s take the car since I’m wearing a dress.” Wearing a dark gray cotton dress that hung loose and came to your knees. That you wore with a pair of knee high boots.

“You look sexy baby, but it’s just lunch with your mom you could have wore jeans.”

“I like this dress. Don’t you?”

“Of course I do.” Looking at you he saw that you were getting upset because you thought he didn’t like it.

“You look beautiful. Let’s get going. I can drive.” He said grabbing the keys

You grabbed your purse and followed him outside. You didn’t want to get into a fight on your birthday. The car ride was not a fun one. Either one of you said anything to each other. Pulling into the driveway. You never expected anything. Juice got out and walked over and grabbed your hand. Lately, he had been acting more clingy than ever. Okay, that wasn’t a great word to use. But this wasn’t like him. He never questioned what you wore before

“You okay?” You asked walking up to the door

“I’m fine.”

“I love you.”

“I love you to Y/N, but I’m fine.”

Looking at him one more time and deciding after the lunch was over you and him were going to talk.

“Mom, Dad, anyone here?” You said walking in

“Surprise!!!!” You heard everyone yell

You still had ahold of his hand and feel into his chest when they yelled.

“You guys scared the crap out of me.” You said laughing and letting go of his hand

Clay and Gemma walked up to you first.

“Happy Birthday,” Clay said hugging you

“Thanks, dad.”

“Who’s idea was this?” You said as Gemma hugged you

“It was mine.” She said kissing the top of your head.

“It looks so awesome in here.” You said looking around at everything.

“Happy birthday,” Jax said coming over and hugging you

Everyone was wishing you a happy birthday it was all going great till Happy showed up. He was running an errand for Clay and was late. Walking in he smiled when he saw you.

“Where is my birthday girl? He said walking up to you

Happy was always nice to you. At first, you had a small crush on him but it was nothing big and you had totally forgotten about it.

“Hey, Happy.” You said smiling as he walked up and hugged you.

It may have been a little too long but you didn’t think anything of it. That was till you heard the front door slam. Looking up you saw Juice walking toward the car.

“I’ll be right back.” You said removing yourself from his arms

Happy watched you leave. He was taking with you but knew you were with Juice even if he didn’t think Juice deserved a girl like you.

“Juice Stop!” You yelled as he kept walking

“Go back inside.”

“Not without you.” You said catching up to him

He stopped and leaned against the car.

“Go enjoy your birthday with everyone. Happy can bring you home?”

“Why are you acting jealous?”

“I am not.”

“It’s either you’re jealous or just being plain rude,” you said crossing your arms

“You’re mine right?”

“That’s a silly question, but yes I’m with you. Why?”

“Y/N I see the way the guys look at you. Especially Happy.”

Before he could say anything else you were pushing yourself against his chest kissing him. You knew everyone could see you two out there and you usually weren’t like this, but you hated him feeling like he wasn’t enough. So if showing everyone once again you were with Juice. Then so be it.

“Babe I’m with you and I watch every day those little crows at the club try to be all over you but I know you are with me. So let’s not be jealous. Let’s go eat some cake. Open my presents and then you can take me home and show me how much you love me.” This time Juice pulled you in for a kiss

Everyone was watching at the window.

“I’m thinking this little makeout show was to be thrown on you,” Jax said laughing at Happy

Happy just watched you two and didn’t say anything

“Go get your sister. I can’t watch this.” Clay said to Jax walking away

“Hey, sis. You’re grossing out dad. Plus we are going to eat the cake without you.”

“You touch that cake and you’re dead meat, Jackson.” You said laughing as you grabbed Juice’s hand to walk back inside

Drabble 4: Homecoming-- John Laurens

Request!: DRABBLE: JOHN LAUR 208. “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.” MORREEEE

Paring: John Laurens X Reader

TW: Cursing, yelling, sadness… i hope there isn’t any others…

WC: 986

A/n- We hope you like it Anon who requested 8 request! ONTO AARON BURR!!


“John!” John heard a voice call his name and he turned around tiredly.   

“Hey, Eliza.” John yawned while walking over to hug his friend. It was 7:35 AM and John was at school when he was usually asleep.

“Did you finish it?” Eliza asked excitedly when she saw the rolled up poster board in John’s hand held by a single rubber band he stole from his younger sister.

“Yeah, Martha and I stayed up all night.”

“Can I see it?” Eliza asked and John shook his head taking out his phone.

“Not right now, we have to get to the others to finish up the poster they’re getting antsy.“

Eliza sighed and nodded. John and Eliza then started walking towards the auditorium.


John was currently on a ladder, trying to fix the banner so that it was straight.                                                    

“To the left.” Angelica instructed, John moved the banner. “No, to your other left!”

“Guys, emergency!” Alexander ran up the stairs to the stage. John moved the string of the banner to the right.

“No, no, down.” Angelica corrected, John huffed and moved it down.

“Guys!” Alex whined.

“What is it, Alex?” John said while he tied the banner to the mount on the wall.


“WHAT?” Everyone collectively stopped setting up the decorations to look at Alex, hoping that he was kidding.

“I’M NOT KIDDING!” Alex exclaimed.

“Holy shit!” John looked around, everything wasn’t finished. “Angelica, Eliza, Peggy!”

“Yes?” All three girls looked up. Eliza was on a ladder too, while Peggy was passing her decorations, and Angelica was next to John.

“Go distract Y/n until we’re done!” He ordered and Eliza started climbing from the ladder.

“On it!” Peggy ran from the back of the stage, jumped off, and kept running until she was out of the door. Eliza and Angelica were following close behind.

“Okay!” John clapped his hands together, getting the attention of the rest of his friends. “Hercules, take Eliza’s place! Alex, help him, Lafayette help me with the rest of the decorations!”

“Yes, sir!” The boys then ran off to finish up, before you entered the auditorium.

Ten minutes later, the door opened and Peggy ran inside whisper-yelling that you were coming. The boys scrambled to their places, and Alexander turned off the lights.

“Y/n!” A voice infiltrated the sound your headphones were blasting in your ears.

“Peggy?” You looked up from texting on your phone and stopped walking. “Why are you running?”

“Because I missed you!” She smiled an innocent smile.

“You saw me yesterday-”

“Y/n!” Two more voices called out and you looked behind to see Eliza and Angelica. They ran up and engulfed you in a hug somehow turning you away from your path. Peggy joined the hug.

“You are all way too excited to see me!” You said with the equal enthusiasm that they were feeling.

“Come on! The other’s will be too!” Peggy took your hand and led you towards the cafeteria, which ic all the way across the school away from the auditorium.

Then you were off on a wild goose chase.


“Girls! I love you, but we’ve walked all the way around the school just to end up back where we were in the first place! I need to see John!”

“Okay, okay. Let’s go!” Peggy took your hand again, and you were skeptical. She sighed. “Okay, okay, I’ll just walk ahead, if you don’t trust me to lead ya anymore!”

You followed behind Peggy, and started talking with Eliza and Angelica not noticing Peggy slipping ahead to warn the boys.


“Why is it dark in here? Doesn’t Letto always keep the lights on? Wait, where are the others? I swear to god Pegg-”

A blinding light suddenly illuminated the room. You instinctively covered your eyes trying to adjust to the new light, but kept walking. Once your eyes adjusted, you looked toward the stage.

In front of you, you saw John holding a poster, so you moved closer to view it. It was colorful and decorated in a bubble letter font.Looking closer, you noticed a small turtle as the dot in the exclamation mark.

“Remember when you said ‘It must be hard with your sense of direction,

never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.’?

Then you asked me if i needed a map?

Well I got a map, but it didn’t help

When I got lost in your eyes!”

You chuckled, “You still don’t know how to find a decent pick up line Laurens.”

“I know, I know, but hear me out, I’ve been practicing all day.” John smiled helping you up onto the stage.

“While I was looking at your eyes, I realized they were like stars, which so happens to be the theme of… TA-DA!!!” John pointed toward the banner hanging above him. It was also decorated with the font from the poster.


“Okay, what i’m trying to say is, Y/n, will you be my homecoming date?” You could feel everyone’s eyes on you. You stared up at eh banner and the poster in astonishment. All of this was for you?

“I would love to go with you-”

“YAY!!! SHE SAID YES!!!” All of your friends cheered, but then you remembered your reason of needing to speak to John.

Your smile faltered, “J-john..”

The cheering continued.

“John.” You tried again to gain his attention.

“JOHN!” You spoke over the loud cheering.

“Yeah?” He answered you, slowly halting his dance moves when he saw your expression.

You sighed, “John, I would love to go with you, but…”


“John, I’m moving.” You spoke quietly but loud enough for the others to hear you.

“I’m moving in a week, to England… Manchester, to be exact..” You sighed, not having the heart to look John in the eye. “I’m not going to Homecoming.”