prompt: small discussion of tattoos leads to smutty goodness.
a small yawn left your lips as your head rested on your boyfriends chest, the curtains were drawn closed leaving you in a dimly lit room, the only noise surrounding you was your breathing and the sound of his steady heartbeat by your ear. you and chris had been dating for two months but having time together or even alone was a rarity considering his line of work, not that you minded, you loved spending time with sebastian and anthony as well as visiting his parents. his mothers cooking was to die for and you couldn’t stop yourself from melting whenever you saw how they interacted, it was no secret that he was an absolute mammy’s boy.
- In which Harry is a bit.. inexperienced in the bedroom.
Harry thought he could hide it. He thought he could get away with it. But, when everything came to him so all of a sudden, he realized that he was trapped, and the only way to get out, was by telling the truth.
And so he did.
“What?” you ask breathlessly, your hands at the mid of Harry’s patterned shirt, fingers frozen on the buttons, pulling the colorful fabric away from his tall and lanky form.
During character creation me and a friend of mine (although we didn’t know eachother that well at the time) had trouble coming up with character names. I’ll call the friend L. This is old enough that it’s somewhat paraphrased.
DM: Do you want me to use a character name generator?
DM: Ok Isaac you get Zebulon Bean.
Me: *Laughs* What kinda name is Zebulon Bean?
DM: IDK. Ok and L you get… omg you got Rose Bean.
Me: OMG we’re siblings!
L: No! Twins!
She rolls low for IQ and agility but high for beauty. I roll the opposite.
L: I got the looks!
Me: But I got the brains!
DM: What is your occupation? *Reads a list of options*
DM: Ok, what kind of farmers?
L: WEED FARMERS
DM: Sorry but I can’t allow drug references.
Me: “WHEAT” FARMERS
DM: Ok. You both start with a pound of “wheat.”
Later we agreed that the twins would be able to telepathically communicate and so we set up a skype chat so we could send messages without metagaming the rest of the party. However it ended up being this:
for like 10 pages.
DM: You walk toward the hut. You see a door.
Me: I kick the door down.
DM: You… what?
Me: I kick the door down.
DM: You aren’t even going to try opening it regularly?
Me: Nope. I kick the door down.
DM: Fine. You kick the door down, startling the poor innocent wizard inside. You know it was unlocked right?
So now neither Zebulon or Rose can enter a room without kicking the door down.
Later, we encounter a cave. The rest of the party is dealing with stuff outside
DM: You enter the cave. There’s a small path and a large opening. Both are dark. There is also some kind of orb in the center.
Me: I sneak down the small path.
DM: Ok. At the end you see it open into a larger area, it’s too dark to see anything, but gold is spilling out of it.
L: I touch the orb.
DM: The cavern lights up, revealing a big dragon facing you. Zebulon, the path you took has placed you behind the dragon.
Me: I use my grappling hook to hook onto the ceiling above the dragon but behind its head.
L: Oh hi Mr. Dragon.
Dragon: Who are you. What are you doing here? Are you alone.
L: *Manages to befriend the dragon and gain its trust by claiming she’s alone and I’m just stuck to the ceiling behind its head the whole time. We learn it’s trapped in its part of the room.*
Me: *Sneaks back out the pathway.*
Me: *Walks up* Oh hi Rose. Oh wow that’s a big dragon.
Dragon: Who are you? Did you hear anything?
Me: Ummmm…. Nooooooooooooo…….. Also I’m Zebulon. hi.
happened two nights ago, so I’m still replaying it over and over in my
head. I thought this would be a good place to share. I’m a pretty
predictable person, with a predictable schedule, so I’m not sure if this
was a random occurrence or if someone knew my nightly routine.
Summary: Early morning runs aren’t too bad when they involve an accidental meeting with Steve Rogers.
Warnings: literally just fluff, it’s also hella corny and cheesy (like me)
Word Count: 1066 words
“Oh my God,” you groaned hitting the snooze button on your phone trying to catch another few minutes of sleep.
You nearly fell back asleep when you were startled out of it yet again by the same sound.
“Fine, I’m up,” you said defeatedly to no one but your phone.
You quickly went into the bathroom to get ready for your bright and early eight a.m run that you dreaded every night. But, being the stubborn and determined person you were, you decided to actually try and stick to this routine.
You pulled on a pair of black workout pants, a simple white tee shirt and runnings shoes before quickly grabbing your phone, a pair of headphones and your armband before heading out the door.
You were lucky enough to inherit an apartment right beside Central Park from your grandmother because it always put you in a better mood to see the different kinds of people.
The mothers with their children, people hurriedly making their way to work, teenagers on-route to school, the other joggers, the list goes on and on.
Slipping your phone into the pocket of your armband and hitting play on your playlist you put your headphones in and began to run.
You weren’t feeling particularly adventurous so you decided to stick to your usual route you were familiar with and headed down the path.
You were doing great and feeling great halfway through your run until your music unexpectedly stopped and your phone began buzzing against your arm.
Letting out a silent groan you kept on running while you tried to decline the call from your mother not wanting to lose the pace or rhythm you had created.
You were sure that this last tap would decline the phone call but before you knew it you had collided with something and fell to the ground with an ‘omf.’
“I’m so sorry, are you alright?” A male voice questioned as you lay on the ground trying to shield your eyes from the early morning sun.
“Yeah I’m fine I jus-holy shit you’re Captain America,” you gasped, still lying on the ground with the one and only Steve Rogers hovering over you.
“I prefer Steve,” he chuckled as he extended a hand to help you up which you graciously took.
“I can’t believe I just literally ran into Captain America,” you mumbled more so to yourself.
“It’s really my fault, I wasn’y paying attention to where I was going,” Steve chuckled almost nervously as his eyes met yours.
“Ah, me neither. I was trying to decline a call from my mother,” you laughed hoping to lighten the mood, “hope I didn’t hurt you,” you added jokingly as he chuckled, “it’ll take a lot more than that to hurt me, doll,” the use of the nickname made your heart flutter as you tried to look anywhere but his eyes.
“That makes me feel a little better,” you said with a smile, “well it was nice meeting you, uh,” he said before realising he didn’t catch your name, “[Y/N],” you filled in as he nodded.
“It was nice to meet you, [Y/N],” he said with a sweet smile, “you too,” you said quietly realising the amount of people that had turned their attention to your interaction with the Super Soldier.
“I-I should get going, sorry again,” you said quickly before fleeing away from a confused looking Steve.
It had been a whole week since your encounter with Steve and boy did you hate yourself for ending the conversation how you did.
Nonetheless you got up every morning at eight silently hoping that you would just catch a glimpse of Steve running the same path as you.
On the other hand you knew that he probably had already forgotten your name and probably the encounter.
You sighed, pushing all those thoughts out of your head as you made your way into Central Park. Stopping to choose a song in your playlist you also decided to take a different, lesser known route for today’s run.
When you stepped foot on the small path ahead of you, noticing there wasn’t a single person on it you decided it would be safe to run backwards for a short while deciding to strengthen some other muscles.
With your music blaring and your lack of attention you didn’t think to look back to double check the path and instead tripped on a rather large crevice in the path.
You closed your eyes expecting for your body to hit the floor any second but instead you were surprised with a pair of strong hands catching you by your arms.
Cautiously, your turned your head to the side to see who had just saved you, “we’ve got to stop meeting like this,” a cheeky Steve Rogers said as he still held you a few inches from the ground.
“Oh my God,” you grumbled to yourself as you stood to your feet, “well, I’ve made a fool out of myself twice in front of Captain America,” you laughed as you met his eyes, butterflies erupting in your stomach.
“Maybe its fate,” Steve chuckled with a shrug of his shoulders as you joined in with him, your smile ever leaving your face.
“So, I really thought I was the only one that knew about this trail,” he said crossing his muscular arms over his chest, “looks like you’re not the only one who knows the hidden gems in the city,” you said with a smirk as you met his gaze once again.
“I mean I really only discovered it by accident,” you said as you admired his physique somewhat subtly.
“Well, I, uh, know this great pizza place not to far from here if you ever, you know, uh, wanna grab some really good pizza,” Steve said stuttering over a few words making you chuckle at the man who’s confidence deflated within a matter of seconds.
“Steve Rogers are you asking me, a civilian, on a date?” You teased as a smile grew on his face, “I might be,” he smirked moving slightly closer to you, “it’s the least you could to for the man that just saved your life,” he winked as you stifled a laugh.
“How does dinner at seven sound to the man who just saved my life?” You asked before both you and Steve fell into laughter together.
Summary: After being forced to shovel snow all morning a hot shower, massage and cuddles with Bucky sounds like possibly one of the best things on the planet.
A/N: Been having trouble getting writing out recently but @harleyqueen7 posted asking someone to write something like this and I was really feeling it so here you go! I hope you enjoy and feel better, love <3
Word Count: 1624 Warnings: none
You wanted to kill Tony Stark. Usually you adored the man, but his constant and unnecessary tinkering with his machines practically drove you insane. Especially during moments like these.
A few days ago, he’d taken it upon himself to reconfigure the landing pad heating and de-icing systems. Of course, you hadn’t realized that it was broken until today. Over three feet of snow had piled up on the surface and with only an hour before the team arrived back from their mission, you were left to clear it up all on your own.
You sighed, cursing under your breath as you dragged the large heavy shovel out into the cold.
With how little time you had, you focused on clearing the landing pad and a small path leading to and from the tower. That alone took an entire hour and as you leaned against the shovel in defeat you could see the quinjet beginning to appear through the thick clouds.
You took a step back, watching in exhaustion as it settled on the landing pad and the engines came to a halt. The snow was Tony’s problem now.
The doors slid open and you greeted the team as they piled out. Despite the dried blood and dust coating their bodies, they were all smiles.
Summary: The reader hooks up with a guy she meets at a bar one night after she gets to the town where her childhood friend Jess is getting married in a few days time, leading to some unintended consequences…
Elain Archeron walked the worn path through the tall grass to the back of the property. The day was unseasonably warm, and the wind was blowing in off the ocean making her hair sticky with sea salt. She didn’t mind, just wended through a small copse of trees and found the shed on the other side. She looked through the cracks in the driftwood door.
Azriel sat inside hunched over a potter’s wheel, working. His foot tap, tap, tapping the pedal to keep the plate spinning.
She’d been staying with him for the past three weeks, and hadn’t once worked up the nerve to walk back to the secluded shed he disappeared to each day.
Scenario: a fluffy and smutty g dragon where it’s the morning after their wedding A/N: I’m not sure how well this turned out, I’m so up in the air about it, but I sincerely hope that you enjoy this. Genre: G-Dragon x Reader Words: 3201 Disclaimer: The gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners.
summary; whether it was some sort of curse or just a natural reaction to being around taeyong, you had yet to decide. All you knew was something made you literally fall head over heels any time he was around.
Summary: After Tony drives you home in hopes to build up a friendship, you get to show your skills as Bucky becomes in need of some help.
Words: 3 193+
A/N: Ahh so here’s another part!! Thank you everyone that’s been saying so much nice things about this series and wanted more. It means a lot!
She walked out of her classroom, holding her geography book tightly in her hand as she was continuously bumped into in the busy hallway. She managed to get to her locker and exchange the geography book for her biochemistry one.
“Hey!” Peter startled her by appearing out of nowhere. She gasped, letting out a sigh as she could have sworn her heart had stopped beating for a second.
She looked to her left and at him. “What are you doing here? I thought you said your English was canceled?” She looked up at the large clock above the entrance, counting it to be almost two and a half hours that Peter would have stayed in school without a reason.
“It was, but I had to do some, eh… Homework - Yes - Homework, which I did in the library.” He was a terrible liar.
“You’re lying.” She stated. “You lick your lips every time after you lie I’ve learned from the dozens of times you’ve told Professor Carmichael that you have a sore throat whenever he asks you to read poems before the class.”
“I don’t do that.” He claimed, his tongue darting out, causing her to chuckle as she began to close her locker and head for the doors out.
“Whatever you say, Peter. Whatever you say-” She silenced herself as she came out and saw a bright orange sports car parked at the bottom of the stairs leading up to their school. Tony was leaning against it, casually ignoring the large crowd of students that had gathered around him to gawk and take pictures.
Both Peter and Y/N looked at each other in panic just when Tony looked up from his phone and noticed the duo.
“There you are!” He called out, the entire crowd turning to look up the stairs to where Y/N and Peter stood like two deer’s caught in the headlights of a car, which wasn’t far from the truth.
Y/N made the first move and slowly began to head down the stairs. Peter followed her carefully, trying to ignore everyone staring. The crowd cleared a small path as Y/N approached, wondering what she had to do with the richest man in New York who just so happened to be Iron Man as well.
“Parker. Aunt May called, she wants you home, pronto.” Tony pointed to Peter before pointing down the street. Peter wasted no time but hurried out of the circle of students to head home. He would have wanted to stay behind, considering how he had waited two and a half hours just so he and Y/N could go home together, but he didn’t want to defy Tony.
“Chop chop, Banner.” Tony clapped his hands together, walking around the car to the driver seat. “In the car we go.”
She felt her cheeks burn red as the car door automatically opened for her and Tony repeated for her to get in. Students still took pictures, some she even recognized from her own classes, which didn’t exactly make her feel any better.
She climbed inside the passenger seat, watching the door descend and close after her. Tony roared with the engine and the crowd moved aside, making way as Tony began to drive.
“How was your day? How are you?” Tony had a quirk to his tone like he knew exactly what he had just done, which she didn’t doubt was true.
“Ehm…” She stared blankly at the road ahead, recalling swinging down New York with Peter, not to mention the situation she was in at that moment. “Interesting.”
“I’ve noticed… You and Parker went on a little adventure this morning. At least that’s what the news channels are claiming.” Tony said nonchalantly and her eyes snapped to him.
“Every single one.” He assured, taking a left and leaving the school block. She wanted to ask if he was mad about what had happened, but she was too afraid the answer would be yes.
She cleared her throat. “You said Aunt May wanted Peter home?” She questioned and Tony instantly knew what she was after.
“His parents died a long time ago and he moved in with his aunt and uncle after that. His uncle, Ben, he passed away a few years ago however. Now it’s just Aunt May and him.” Tony explained and Y/N could feel her heart drop. Peter always seemed so happy. She had no idea he had gone through such a rough childhood. She wished she would have known, but what would have changed? Most likely nothing. “She doesn’t know about his whole Spiderling business though, so don’t show up at his place asking for another ride to school, or whatever.”
She wouldn’t. Preferably, she would wait quite a while before she would follow Peter for another “ride”.
“How are you?” Tony asked, his voice a little more tense. It was awkward for him to talk to her, but only because he wasn’t sure how to act or what to say. He hadn’t even known she existed for twenty four hours. He liked her already. She was smart, brilliant actually, and that she was Bruce’s daughter raised in a family that did not support her talents made him feel oddly protective. He couldn’t explain it. His mind had drifted and thought about how it could be because he had no kids of his own, and Y/N and Peter were the only kids around, but he hated to think about it. He felt too vulnerable when he did.
“You already asked me?” She raised a brow, looking over at him as his subtle smirk was gone, looking almost troubled instead.
“You know, I’m just making sure you’re cool. Moving in with earth’s mightiest heroes can be a drastic change.” He slowed down at a red light before stopping.
“Making sure I’m cool.” She quoted him, letting out a short breath as she smiled. “Yeah, I’m cool.”
“What? Am I not in on the teen lango?” He questioned and she laughed louder.
“No, no, you’re definitely up to date.” She said sarcastically, looking out he window to her side as they were slowly progressing from Queens to Brooklyn.
Tony became silent, feeling like he should give her some room to breathe. She had a lot to think about, even he could understand that. She was good at adjusting, for her own sake if anything. She was already starting to feel at place with the Avengers and to have Peter as a friend, to sleep almost a hundred floors above the ground and have her own workshop with state of the arc tech.
“Wait…” She suddenly began to think. “Why are you picking me up from school?”
Tony realized he hadn’t explained why he had showed up unannounced after her class was over. “Well, I tried to text you and say I was on my way, but you never replied. I thought you should get a more safe ride home compared to this morning…”
She furrowed her brows and scrambled for her phone in her pocket. As she pressed the home button, she had had a text from an unknown number, which she definitely knew was Tony’s upon reading it.
“I’m sorry. The speakers are broken so I can’t hear when I get any notifications-” Tony suddenly held a phone out in front of her, flawless and something that definitely didn’t exist on the market for anyone to buy. “What?”
“It’s your new phone.” He said and sighed as she didn’t take the phone, dropping it in her lap instead. She quickly snatched it in fear that it would fall. “You have the teams numbers already, access to Friday, a gps system of my own design, screen projection, unlimited data, double lensed camera, a dashing 250 gigabyte of storage and access to the online storage unit that everyone in the Tower has… Need I say more?”
“No you definitely don’t cause I can’t take this.” She refused, holding the phone carefully, afraid she was going to as much as scratch it.
Tony let out an even louder sigh. “When are you going to cut this out? This constant denial of my gifts? In the time we’ve argued about you getting this phone, I’ve earned enough money to make at least ten more.”
She opened her mouth to speak but shut it as she couldn’t think of what to say. It was such an unusual thing for her to received gifts. She had a hard time simply accepting them.
“I don’t know what to say.” She admitted, looking down at her new phone in her left hand and her old one in her right. The difference, both in technology and condition, was almost embarrassing.
“A simple thank you usually does the trick.”
“Thank you.” She blurted out. “Heaven knows I could use 250 gigabytes of storage… But, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s Friday? Except a day of the week?”
“Friday?” Tony called out like she was speaking to someone. “Could you explain to Ms. Banner here what you are?”
“Of course, sir.” A female voice came through over the radio, Y/N eyes widening as she stared down at the speakers. “Hello Y/N Banner. My name is Friday. I am an Artificial Intelligence program designed and created by Mr. Stark. I can aid you with a large variety of things, such as delivering messages to members of the Avengers, search for information on the internet and in any unique files that reach your level of classification. Do not hesitate to ask for my help. If your request is beyond my capability, I will do my best to solve your issue with other means.”
Y/N’s lips were parted, eyes still glued to the speakers even after Friday had stoped talking.
“She’s my second AI. The first one was called Jarvis, but he turned into the Vision, so now I have Friday around.”
“What?!” Y/N exclaimed, turning in her seat towards Tony as every single thing he said, did or showed made absolutely zero sense or was far beyond what her mind was able to process. “I feel dizzy.”
“You’ve never seen an AI before?” He questioned after her intense reaction.
“Not in person, but I’ve never heard them turning into… Into…” She couldn’t find the right word.
“Humanoid cape dude with a stone in his forehead?” Tony suggested.
She sunk down in her seat, defeated. “Yeah… Exactly.”
“Well, you’ll get used to it, Banner. In the world of superheroes, things are never what you think they are… You though Peter was a normal guy in your school. Turns out he’s Spider Man.”
She had realized by that point, and that was one thing she had yet to adjust to. Her life was going to be a lot more strange with the Avengers than it had been in her little house in Murray Hills with her mom. Strange wasn’t at all a bad thing though. She would take strange over dull and repetitive any day. She had always felt like she was a lively soul trapped in a apathetic life. If she had the option to break out her true self and live an exciting life, she would. If that meant casually discussing how an Artificial Intelligence program managed to turn into what practically is a living thing, so be it.
“Home sweet home.” Tony said after another fifteen minutes in the car, the Stark Tower appearing before them. “I think your dad said he wanted to see you when we got home.”
She had planned on seeing him anyway. “Do you know where he is?”
Tony looked up at her before glancing down to the radio, nudging his head towards it. “Why don’t you ask Friday?” He wanted her to get familiar with how Friday worked, and the best way to learn is to do.
Y/N cleared her throat, looking down at the radio. “Friday? Where is my dad? I mean- Dr. Banner?”
“You father is currently in his laboratory, Ms. Banner. Should I tell him that you’re arriving shortly?” Friday proposed, which wasn’t a half bad idea.
“Yeah, do that… Thanks.”
“My pleasure, Miss.”
“See?” Tony raised his brows. “She doesn’t bite.”
“Ha ha.” Y/N laughed sarcastically, watching the garage gate open up as they approached. They drove inside, driving to the second floor of the indoors parking lot where she hadn’t been yet. As they reached it, her lips parted again as she took in the sight of a dozens sports cars, all bearing a license plate with Tony’s last name and a number. She wondered if he numbers stood for its place in Tony’s collection, but she didn’t want to ask as she saw some of the high numbers.
“What are your plans for the weekend?” Tony asked as they got out of the car together, heading for the elevator further away. “Because you do know it’s the weekend, right? You haven’t studied away your sense of time?”
“Just because I confessed to liking school doesn’t mean I live and breathe it.” She rolled her eyes, stepping inside the sleek lift. “I’m planning on getting my workshop in order, maybe do a quick drive to Murray Hills and get some of the stuff I didn’t manage to get with me.”
“If you need a ride, please call me and not Parker? Allow your old man to rest easy knowing you’re not dangling a hundred feet up in the air by a thread, literally, a thread.”
She let out a small laugh. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”
They came to the floor of her dad’s laboratory as well as her workshop and one of Tony’s, if you ignored the fact that they were all practically his. She began to make her way to her dad but Tony stayed in the elevator.
“I’ll catch you at dinner. I have some work to do.” He promised, the doors barely staying open long enough for him to speak. She didn’t linger in the hall however but continued until she came to her dad’s lab.
“Knock knock.” She said whilst tapping twice on the door. Bruce stood by a screen, looking over at what seemed to blue prints of some kind.
“Hey!” His tired expression turned into a wide smile, quickly stepping away from the screen and taking a few steps closer to her. “How was school?”
“Good! How was your day?” She looked around his lab. “Any new, innovative projects going on?”
“Unfortunately, no. I’ve been working with the Quinjet engine today actually. It’s in need of some upgrading and I took on the task of doing it.” He pointed back to the screen. “I may be a nuclear physicist but I know my way around a jet engine or two.”
“What is the Quinjet really?” She wondered, looking at the blueprints he pointed at which showed the aircraft’s engine alone. Bruce then turned the screen around to face them and moved the current blueprint away to show a new one which showed a whole depiction of the Quinjet.
“Woah…” She gasped when the doors suddenly opened behind her, which it seemed to do an awful a lot. She couldn’t help but silently wonder if people didn’t know how to knock.
Bucky came in, a bit startled by the fact that Bruce wasn’t alone. “I- I’m sorry if I’m interrupting, but Tony is busy and my arm is bugging from the damn improvement he did… Improvement, my ass.” He murmured.
Y/N couldn’t help but stare at the bionic arm, which happened to be hanging limply at the moment, but was incredible nonetheless.
“I’m not sure how the mechanism is built up, James. I’m sorry.” Bruce admitted, dragging his right hand up and down his neck. “I barely even know where to start.”
Y/N looked between her dad and Bucky. She thought back to the ride home with Tony, when she had been told not to decline Tony’s gifts all the time. It had also made her realize that she shouldn’t be afraid to be a bit bolder. She wasn’t going to start cliff jumping or go on a spontaneous trip around the world, but she was tired of being so restrained by her own insecurity. She wasn’t living with her mom anymore and she need to realize that. She was allowed to be herself.
“Would you mind if I took a quick peak?” She asked hesitantly. Bucky looked from Bruce to her, raising a brow. Even Bruce was a bit surprised. If she offered her help, it was because she was confident with in the field she was needed. He just didn’t think she was so skilled that she thought she could handle Bucky’s metal arm.
“You’re into technology and science… Stuff?” He questioned. He hadn’t been able to get an impression of her in the short time that she had been around nor had he gotten to know her. That she was gifted with knowledge and skill like her father shouldn’t have been a surprise to him, yet it was.
“Quite.” She put it vaguely.
Bucky thought for a minute before shrugging his shoulders, which only ended up being one shoulder due to the bug that had shut his limb off. “Why not.” He gave in and pulled a chair up to a metal workbench in the middle of the room.
Y/N watched as Bucky used his flesh hand to lift his entire bionic arm onto the table, the limb landing with a loud clink. She gathered some tools, Bruce helping her, and took another chair and put it on the opposite side of the workbench.
She grabbed a screwdriver and flipped his arm around so that the palm was up, struggling slightly with the weight. She undid the screws and removed the panel which they had been keeping in place. She was so efficient that Bucky was a bit taken back. If he had been in her shoes, he would barely understand where to open his arm up. She had been able to get that within a few seconds.
“Can I get a screen?” She looked over at her dad and motioned for one of the holographic screens further off. He brought it to her and she used a wireless reading clip to clamp down on the circuit card exposed in Bucky’s forearm.
“Friday, bring up the programming.” She dared to ask, still not used to the feeling of talking to essentially no one. Without answer, the screen changed from blueprints to computer coding. She looked over it, scrolling down a bit before she abruptly snapped her fingers. “Ah, here we go. Easy.”
She tempered with the long and confusing code, adding a small fraction of it that had been missing. As soon as the new numbers had been put in, the metal plates across Bucky’s arm buzzed and moved as they regained their power. Bucky tried to move his fingers which worked perfectly.
“That was fast.” He said and looked down at Y/N who had already begun to put the loose panel back in place. He was surprised, even though she was Bruce’s daughter, she was incredibly talented. She was smarter than he originally had thought and was deeply impressed.
“I went to a programming seminar two years ago by accident and ended up liking it a lot more than I thought.” She confessed with a smile.
Bucky huffed, barely believing that he was looking at a high school student. “I can tell.”
how do you experience the dirty-kneed forest-born shade of girlhood to the fullest
walk along deer paths and small forgotten trails. take pictures of the purple and red scratches on your legs afterward
read about native wild plants and herbs and mushrooms. learn their uses and tastes. dry flowers and herbs in front of windows. throw edible flowers in a salad. study poisons and remedies, and always be wary of toxins. note: mushrooms are fascinating, but i recommend you stick to taking pictures unless you go gathering with someone who studies mycology. one bite of the wrong mushroom can lead to a very very painful death.
climb trees and rocks and mountains. don’t worry if you are not the girl who climbs to the highest branch. the lowest branches are usually the best places to read.
curiosity lives in the heart of every forest girl. feed it by exploring.
a/n: omg this picture so does not fit with this post whyyyyyyyyy i love finlay tho :)
storyline: the reader has telekinesis and her parents send her to cairnholm, wales with hope that she’ll be safe somewhere. the reader is very confused, in tears when they send her into the time loop and she doesn’t know where to go. emma and bronwyn find her and bring her to mis peregrine. she’s all confused. she notices this enoch guy who’s closed off and sharp towards everyone, but somehow he later softens towards the reader.
characters: peculiar children minus jacob portman
warnings: none! :) [based on the movie’s environment, only the characters’ (except enoch’s, he’s as old as he is in the movie)ages are accurate, aka, as they are in the books]
“we have to go now, honey, you’ll be okay here.” y/n’s mom said, leading her daughter into a cave, tears brimming her eyes. she stopped her daughter and turned to face her.
“but i don’t want to… mom, are you leaving me here?” y/n cried.
“yes, it’s the best for you and for me and your father.” her mom said. “i have to go now, you’ll be fine. you will be with people like you.” the woman sobbed and kissed y/n on the cheek before vanishing back where she came from. y/n took a step back into the cave for a second and felt her hearing lower, but only for a moment.
she came out of the cave to see where her mother had gone, but there was no sign of her in the huge meadow or on the small paths down the small mountain. but the grass looked different to y/n, it looked brighter, fuller of life than before.
y/n took her two bags from the cave and turned around to walk back to the city, but she gasped and stopped in her tracks instead. there were two girls standing before y/n, both smiling. one of them, who looked about the same age as y/n, was blonde, in a blue dress and with gloves on her hands.
the other looked like a few years younger than the blonde and y/n and she had brown hair and an adorable dress on. y/n blinked a few times to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, but the girls still stood there.
“wh-who are you?” y/n asked, tears spilling down her face.
“i’m bronwyn,” said the brunette, “and she’s emma. we’re here to bring you to mis peregrine and her home.”
“our home.” emma corrected. “let’s go, y/n.”
“how do you know my name?” y/n was in nothing other than utter shock.
“we’ll explain things later.” emma said as bronwyn took y/n’s hand and dragged her out of the cave. although, to y/n seemed like the girl was doing it without any effort, it seemed easy for her to drag someone after her. how was she that strong?
while emma and bronwyn, along with y/n, made their way through the forest to reach mis peregrine’s place, y/n kept crying and pestering the two girls with questions. she was so confused about all of this, the tears kept coming even if she wanted to stop them.
“girls! finally you’re here.” mis peregrine smiled at the girls in front of her. “y/n, we’ve been waiting for you. come in, come in.” she ushered and y/n followed emma and bronwyn inside the gothic-looking house.
y/n had no time to look around the place as she was too tired and confused. why were the people around her dressed in clothes from the last century? how did the girls appear in the cave so quickly? how did they know her name? how did the lady know her name? why did she say ‘we’ve been waiting for you’? what was happening?
“oh, joy, there’s someone new.” a dark haired boy said. he was standing at the top of the stairs in the house. “after 68 years of waiting, someone appears.” he said. but he doesn’t look a year or two older than me. what’s going on here?
“enoch!” the lady scolded. “don’t be such a pessimist about everything.”
“i’m not.” the boy replied, but then groaned. “every time i say something positive, everyone thinks it’s pessimistic. might as well not be here!” enoch shouted and stomped up the stairs, vanishing out of y/n’s sight.
“don’t mind him.” the lady said. “he’s always like that.” she smiled. “anyway, this all must be very overwhelming for you. shall we drink some tea while i explain everything to you?”
y/n nodded, wiping her tears and followed the lady, referred to as mis peregrine, further into the house.
after drinking tea and mis peregrine talking, y/n finally understood what was happening. because the girl had peculiarities, her parents sent her here, to cairnholm. apparently she was at mis peregrine’s children home, but the children weren’t ordinary, no. they were like y/n - with special powers. they were called 'peculiar’.
for example, mis peregrine herself was peculiar, she was an ymbryne - her peculiarity was that she could manipulate time and turn into a bird, a peregrine falcon. bronwyn, who y/n had met, was stronger than all the children and mis peregrine together. emma had gloves because she could make fire with her hands. and enoch, the moody teen, had the power to make the dead living again.
and, mis peregrine of course, told y/n why it looks like this here. they were stuck in a time loop forever. she also explained to the girl what were loops and why they were for.
it was a lot for y/n to take in, so mis peregrine left her alone in the garden. she gathered the children so they could take their daily walk. of course, mis peregrine wasn’t irresponsible and had someone to stay at the house - enoch.
enoch rarely went with the others on the daily walk, so it was easy for him to stay at the house.
y/n sat down on one of the pond’s rocks and hugged her knees to her chest, resting her head sideways on her knee tops. she sighed.
she was away from her parents and she didn’t know for how long. were they leaving her here forever? will she never see them again? did they not love her? did they want to leave her here? was she that bad of a daughter?
y/n felt a few tears slid down her face and she sighed again. she was about to cry her heart out when she got the feeling of someone watching her. she looked right and noticed a figure standing in the corner of her eye. y/n turned completely around, wiping her tears and saw the enoch boy standing there, his eyes wondering around, meeting anything but y/n’s eyes.
“what-what are you doing here?” she asked in a weak voice.
“mis peregrine left me to look after you.” enoch said. “so here i am.”
“how long have you been there?”
“n-not long.” he was lying and embarrassed.
“i really was!”
“okay, sure.” y/n said. “don’t just stand there, come sit by me.”
“no, i’m fine here.”
“so you’re gonna stand there all while the others are gone?”
“well, maybe we could go inside.”
“i’m fine here.” she said, indirecting that he sat with her.
enoch groaned, but gave in. he hesitantly walked over to y/n and sat down next to her, stretching his legs out before him. y/n sniffled and enoch turned his head.
“were i interrupting something?” he asked, ready to leave.
“not really. i was just letting all my stress and overwhelming out.”
enoch didn’t respond for a few moments, talking with himself mentally. “why? have you got lots?”
“oh yeah.” y/n raised her eyebrows. “this day has been one big…. something.”
“happens to everyone on their first day here, nothing special.”
“just because it doesn’t seem like anything special, doesn’t mean it’s not.” y/n argued. “it’s a lot to take in.”
“what was your first day here like, then?”
“it was too long ago to remember, but it doesn’t stick out much.”
“what does stick out?”
“used to be the germans’ bomb dropping on us, but not anymore.”
“i’ve been here… it feels like longer than anyone has lived.”
“i heard you say '68 years’ back in the house.”
“exactly that long.”
“people live longer than 68 years.”
“well, not in this time loop.”
“oh.” y/n said. “i’m still thinking of a way to prove to myself that i’m not dreaming, tho.”
enoch was silent. “you’re not dreaming, trust me, i would know.”
“i’ve been here for 68 years, do you think you could make this up in your dreams?”
“probably not. i still don’t understand - how can you bear living in the same day for that many years?”
“i can’t. well, not really.”
“have you tried… escaping?”
“i wanted to, some time ago. but millard told me i’d crumple to pieces if i was out of the loop for a few minutes longer than needed.”
“you’ll see him. oh, wait, sorry. he’s invisible, you won’t actually see him.”
“okay.” y/n chuckled. “but why would you crumple to pieces?”
“you ask a lot of questions, greenie. but all the others did, too.” enoch sighed. “the years would catch up to me, to any of us who have lived in a loop for a long time. escaping would’ve been possible a few years after mis peregrine created this loop, but not now.”
“because we’re not from that world, your world. we’re from the past, the previous century. we were born in the 20th century, we don’t belong to the…”
“the 21st century.” y/n finished. “so you’re like… ghosts from the past?”
“could call it that.” enoch stated. “but your current year is real time, ours is like an imaginative one, we’re not really real.”
“okay.” y/n said. “i think this could be enough for today’s overwhelming things.”
enoch didn’t reply, but y/n didn’t mind.
“does everyone cry the first time this happens to them?” y/n asked and enoch furrowed his eyebrows at her. “you know, when their parents leave them here, probably forever?”
“i think so.” enoch said. “so you were crying when i was watching you?”
“you watched me?”
“w-well, not really, i just..” enoch hated being embarrassed. y/n chuckled again. “anyway, were you crying?”
y/n contemplated telling truth because she didn’t want to seem like a weak little girl in front of a boy she’d just met. but then she just mentally threw her hand at it. “i was, yeah.”
“how is it, to cry? does it feel good?”
“sometimes it does.” y/n shrugged. “why are you asking, though? have you never cried?”
“i don’t recall i have.” enoch said dreamily. “but there’s nothing for you to cry about.”
“oh really? how so?”
“you can always go back to your time, return to your life, family, friends.”
“of course, the loop is still open.”
y/n paused. she could go back? for real? find her parents? maybe bring them here?
she could go home again. live her normal life.
but did her parents want her? why did they leave her here, then? did she, herself, want to go back?
she didn’t know.
“you’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” enoch asked. “you’re free, you can still do anything you want.”
“there’s always a catch.”
“depends on how the person feels.”
“well, depends on what the person counts as a catch.” enoch said. “some would count leaving this wonderful, peaceful place a catch, some would count leaving loved ones as a catch. and some would… nevermind.”
“nevermind what? is there a specific catch?”
“there is.” enoch said distantly. “but i don’t think mis peregrine would want me to tell you.”
“i don’t see her here. tell me.”
enoch sighed, obviously making a huge decision. “the main catch for any peculiar who wants to return to their real time is their safety.”
“i think i’ve told you enough.” enoch said. “now i want to know something from you.”
“and what would that be?”
“what’s your peculiarity?”
y/n coughed. “hmm.” she said in response.
“hey, that’s not fair. i told you-”
enoch was stopped mid-sentence when he saw his own shoes flying around in front of him. “i-is that your doing?” he asked, mentally fighting annoyance with admiration.
“uh-huh.” y/n replied, never taking her eyes off enoch’s shoes. they floated above the water, dancing as a pair in calm movements before stopping them just inches from enoch’s nose. then y/n diverted her eyes from the two objects, making them fall in the dark haired boy’s lap.
“that’s something. we’ve never had a telekinetic someone here.” enoch said as he was putting his pair of shoes back on.
“glad to be the first one.” y/n had a soft smile of satisfaction on her face. “can i see what you can do?” she asked and enoch’s head snapped up in excitement at hearing those words.
“sure. we’ll just have to go indoors.” he said with a grin on his face. y/n agreed and they soon left the beautiful garden.
a/n: i honestly find it so adorable when enoch gets excited because someone mentioned his peculiarity or it being used/useful, mY BABY BEAN
“Could I request a spouse!Aragorn where he takes care of you when you
get injured because you refused to go see Elrond, but then you get really bad,
so he carries you to see him?”
“Tis just a sprain.” You said, limping to a chair.
“You don’t know that. It could be broken.” Aragorn knelt in
front of the chair and gently tugged off your boot. You bit back a wince,
attempting to remain emotionless. Aragorn ran a calloused finger around the
edge of your ankle. Only the slightest hint of swelling revealed that anything
was wrong, though the pain you felt made it abundantly clear to yourself.
“Lord Elrond would be able to…” he began to say, looking up.
A/N: this is 100% for my darling @daughterofthebrowncoats i hope this makes you feel better, love! (also it ends in smut because literally nothing is better for cheering up than benny smut) (also sorry it got so long,,,i’m a wordy bitch)
Warnings: smut, language, unprotected sex, public sex
It’s quiet at the diner, and you
sigh and rest your elbow against the counter, your chin on your hand. The heat out was ungodly, so there weren’t
many people out and about, which meant no casual customers in the weird lull
between lunch and dinner. Which meant nothing
to do except stare out the window. Not
that you minded. You loved taking time
to just stare out at the small path leading away from the diner.
It was set back a little from the
road, surrounded by a few beautiful trees and a spattering of purple flowers
along the path. You thought they may be
weeds, since they’d been there so long and they just kept coming back every
spring. But you absolutely loved
them. Benny didn’t understand; they were
messy and scattered, and honestly a little ugly, but you loved the color they
brought to the otherwise dull path.