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From the Wreckage

summary: You and Bucky have been dating for a couple of years now. Lately, he has become extremely distant. You worry that the end of your relationship is in sight. - requested by anon. (want to make a request?)

words: 2,912

contains: angst? but it turns fluffy!  


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Originally posted by rohgers

I was losing him, and I didn’t know why, or how to stop it.

 I met Bucky about six months after he was accused of the bombings in Vienna. He had been all over the news – people debating whether or not the Winter Soldier was a criminal. People demanded he and Captain America be charged with treason, terrorism, basically anything they could think of that had even the slimmest chance of sticking. It was a debate that took over news channels for months and months. People wanted so-called justice, but no one could find Captain Rogers or his team.

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Quit Beating Me Up!

Request: Hi! Can I request a Peter Parker imagine with the prompts “Stay Awake” and “Quit beating me up?” (I know those two imply that it will end sad, but can you make it not sad but instead just fluffy?) Thank you so much!!!!!!!! I love your writing!

Summary: Peter’s jet lag from flying home from Germany is keeping him up, and ultimately you too. 

Originally posted by smilexcaptainx

Nothing beats the comfort of your own bed, especially after a long, exhausting day on your feet which you just had. As soon as your head hit the pillow, you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer, even when you heard your window open and shut. 

Peter, having just returned home from Germany, and giddy with excitement and anticipation to tell you about his over seas mission, just couldn’t wait till morning to see you. So here he was standing over your sleeping figure, facing away from him, nearly jumping up and down, trying to figure out a way to wake you up that wouldn’t get him punched in the face.

You could hear what was happening in your bedroom, but only thought of it as a dream in your drowsy daze. You felt a cold hand clutch your shoulder gently, “Y/n, Y/n wake up,” you groaned in response, “Please. C’mon I have so much to tell youuu,” 

Hearing Peter’s voice pulled you out of your slumber. Agitated now that you know Peter’s in your room, you swatted the hand away, and pulled the covers over your head, curling into a ball.

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Baby Logan - Wolverine x Reader

Summary : You have to tell Logan you’re pregnant, and that of course, it’s his. You’re terrified he won’t take it well…

This is part of some sort of a serie, where the reader is afraid to announce their pregnancy. Here’s the one I made for Captain America : Baby Rogers, and the one for Batman : Baby Wayne. Also, slightly NSFW, and sorry if it’s a bit crap, I just have so much trouble writing good things lately ! : 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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It was Storm’s 40th birthday party, and you were probably the only person present, along with Logan, that wasn’t drunk. Logan because his healing factor prevented him from getting drunk too long, and you because….

-You’re not drinking (Y/N) ? 

Ororo. The queen of the party. She was drunk since 4 in the afternoon, and was the most hilarious one ever. She kept trying to make sure everyone was having a good time, and unintentionally buzzing them with a small and weak lightning coming out of her fingers. Right now, she was afraid you weren’t having fun…

-You always drink, why are you not now ? Hahaha are you pregnant ? 

You don’t answer and look away. She stares at you, and it hits her. 

-Wait you are ?! 

-Shut up I didn’t tell Logan yet..

-Oh…OOOOOOOOOOOH !!!!! 

-No really, shut up ‘Ro ! 

-OH MY GODS !! 

-ORORO ! 

She looks at you and, in her drunken state, suddenly understand what you just meant. From the corner of your eyes, you make sure Logan didn’t pay attention to what just happened, but he’s in a conversation with a very drunk Nightcrawler, and seem to have the time of his life listening to your blue friend’s Bible stories…Drunk Bible stories. He didn’t notice anything. Thanks God. Storm comes close to you and whisper : 

-Sorry. You didn’t tell him ? 

-I’ve only known for a day…or two…Ok I’ve known for two month. 

-TWO MONTHS ! 

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Home, Part One

Pairings: Peter Quill x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: mild language, fluff. about 3k.

A/N: This will be two parts with a possible epilogue. Wanted to thank @thebeasthasentered for reading my first draft and giving me some really helpful feedback. 

Summary: Your best friend in the whole  galaxy is coming to visit to help out with Thanos. When he arrives, Steve finds himself jealous of the close relationship Peter and you have. Will this stop the man from telling you how he feels? Will old feelings be brought up once Peter arrives? Does first love truly fade?  Part Two


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Week 2!  Here are the fics that I either got caught up on or was tagged in this week.  Again, they are in alphabetical ordrer.  Thank you again to all of the wonderful writers to who continue to gift us with their talents week after week! I hope you all enjoy! 😊💞💞💞💞💞

Fics that are NSFW have been removed!  Thank you for understanding!

@abovethesmokestacks - I’ll Do it All Again, Part 2 - I don’t even know what to say. It’s another drabble series. And I have screamed my way through writing it, because writing Stucky intimidates the fuck out of me. General inspiration and chapter titles from Fall Out Boy’s “The Kids Aren’t Alright”. This series will have six parts all in all, they’re all written out and I’ll post one part per day. Bucky x Steve (Stucky)

@after-avenging-hoursHeart Skip [8] - This is a spin off series to the Bucky Heartbeat series.  It’s based on the soulmate AU prompt where two soulmates share a heartbeat. Steve x Reader

@avengerofyourheart - Top of the World - You take the reins at planning your own special day, to which Tony protests at times. Adding a few surprises and spending it with the man you love, it’s exactly what you had hoped for.  Tony x Reader

@avengerofyourheartYou are My Heaven: Epilogue -  Falling for a good man, who happened to be her training partner, was unavoidable. How much time and distance does it take to heal a broken heart? (Mentions events from CACW, including a direct quote) Steve x Reader

@bovariaBy Way of Spontaneity (Part 1) , Part 2, Part 3 -  On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all? Bucky x Reader

@brighterlights - Bad Behavior - A/N: Still writing a drabble for every song on Lovely Little Lonely because I’m still not over how perfect it is…and I may or may not be avoiding my coursework. Anyhow, this drabble is based on the song ‘Bad Behavior’ by The Maine. Enjoy :) Bucky x Reader

@brighterlights - #DateMeBuckyBarnes Part 7 - When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU]. Bucky x Reader

@brighterlights - Little - Okay, this second part of the ‘Do You Remember’ miniseries and it’s based on the song ‘Little’ by The Maine. I have no idea if these are the “official” lyrics to the song, though. Bucky x Reader

@brighterlightsLonely - Continuing the Lovely Little Lonely drabble collection, this mini-story is based on the song ‘Lonely’ by The Maine. Bucky x Reader

@buckyywiththegoodhair - A Lesson in Love (Confessions) - (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance. Bucky x Reader

@buckyywiththegoodhairBetter Than Medicine (ALiL Deleted Scene) - (College!AU) In which you have to figure out what to do when Bucky falls asleep on you and you’re hungry. Bucky x Reader

@buckyywiththegoodhair - The Better Rogers - In which a football game with all of the Avengers helps you determine who’s the better Rogers. Steve x Reader

@canumoveyourseatup-no - Hardcore Parkour - It’s been an unusually mundane week at the Avengers Tower, so Bucky comes up with an idea.  Bucky x Reader

@cnoppswrites​“Excuse Me” - Summary: Soulmate!AU where first words are tattooed on wrist- Y/N hates the words on her wrist knowing that she may never meet her true soulmate. If fate didn’t want to give her a perfect, neat, assured happy ending, then she would be sure to raise a little hell on her way there.  Preserum!Steve x Reader

@dabblinginmarvel - Aura - Could I request a Clint Barton x reader piece where the reader is an Avenger but blind with superhuman senses (similar to Daredevil) but has the ability to “see” people through the emotion color spectrum and has a sort of rivalry with Clint for years since day one. Clint’s teasing has turned more into teasing flirting recently and he gets jealous seeing how close she’s getting with Bucky and when he tries to play his jealousy off she calls him out on it reminding him she can “see” it. Clint x Reader

@dabblinginmarvel - Haunted - For the song fic request! Evanescence - Haunted for Bucky, please? - Bucky Imagine

@girl-next-door-writes - Perfect - After a string of less than perfect dates maybe your Mr Right has been in front of you all the time. Clint x Reader

@girl-next-door-writesYou’re Happier Aren’t You? -  Steve Rogers is in love, actually when he really thinks about it he has been for some time but when you’re Captain America what is the best way to protect the person who means the most to you? Steve x Reader

@imaginingbucky - Something There - based on the song from Beauty and the Beast.  Bucky x Reader

@imaginingbucky - Untitled – You and Sam take a much needed getaway alone on a beautiful island.  Sam x Reader

@knittingknerdyPushing All my Buttons - You and Steve know all the right and wrong buttons to push.  Steve x Reader

@mrshopkirk - The Vows - the plain and simple vows from a lover because love doesn’t need to be complicated all the time.  Bucky x Steve (Stucky)

@softcorehipposChamber of Secrets - Part 22 -  After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state. Bucky x Reader 

@tatortot2701 - The Nanny Part 5 - So look at me, putting out another filler. But I wanted to give you guys a new chapter and I think this was needed. Don’t worry, this fic will pick up its pace. Love you guys and thank you for being so patient. Bucky x Reader

@themcuhasruinedmeMore Than That (Pt. 1), Pt. 2 -  Who knew your boyfriend knew Tony Stark in college. At a college alumni party, you meet the Avengers and they immediately take a liking to you, treating you like a “sister-like” figure. Except for one super soldier who likes you “more than that”. When your relationship starts to fall apart, you confide in Steve about it who’s willing to do anything to be more than friends with you. Steve x Reader

@whyisbuckyso - Smoke - Request: Hey! Absolutely love you and was wondering if I could get a request based of these prompts? “She’s got tangled hair and cigarettes” “I like the look of your face when you’re yapping on about him” “I don’t wanna be your friend I wanna kiss your neck” “When I see your pyjamas I can’t stop smiling at you” Bucky X reader if you don’t mind xx Bucky x Reader

@you-and-bucky - My Father  - Hey, a mostly fluffy fic, isn’t that exciting? I know that it is a little odd to share a New Year fic in April, but I was going to share it before, and then life just got in the way. But, I didn’t want to wait until the end of the year for this, as it kind of sets up for some of the really emotional stuff I have planned. Bucky x Reader, Tony x Reader

@you-and-bucky - Since I Met You - And now you find out exactly why I wanted to post My Father before posting this one. I think the juxtaposition is wonderful. Mwahahaha. Anyway, Tony is going to come across a bit differently in this one, and there is going to be a lot of pain for the Reader. But remember that they are all just doing what they think is the right thing to do.
As always, once the Reader calms down, she will see clearer. But for now, please enjoy, and if you have any feedback, please let me know : )
Oh yes, and I do not have much experience with legal documents, so please keep that in mind as you read! Fitting in extra characters here was a tad tricky, so hopefully that makes sense too… Bucky x Reader, Tony x Reader

I’m Home

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3, 261

Warning/s: Mentions of death, Shouting, Violence, Angst and a little Fluff

Summary: Reader got sick so Steve decided to put her out of a mission, but reader doesn’t like it and ended up having a fight with his best friend, Steve. Steve asked Bucky to take care of her (bringing all the fluff into the story).Eventually, feelings were revealed. (Whose feelings? You’ll know once you read it ;) )

A/N: This was previously uploaded in a different tumblr account, but she deactivated (and I miss her soooooo! :( ) so reuploaded it here. I submitted this for a Christmas drabble challenge wherein we right a fic based on a Christmas song. Mine’s Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer. (Y/N = Your Name, Y/F/N = Your Full Name)

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Anchor (Jake x MC)

Summary: Jake knows he is in love with her. But he also knows nothing will ever come out of it, that nothing should ever come out of it. He can never give her the future she deserves, and so he fights the present, even though it kills him inside, even though it hurts like hell.

Author’s note: This was inspired by the song I’ve been listening to on loop the past two days - Novo Amor’s “Anchor”. It’s one of the most moving, heartbreaking songs I’ve ever listened to. This song makes me want to knock back a couple of beers the way Jake probably would. (Rating: T, mild language)

ANCHOR (Jake x MC)

The most painful part about all this is not that it won’t last forever, but that this is all we’ll ever be.

In limbo in La Huerta, we know we’re stuck in a time capsule, stuck in an endless summer. Nothing about any of this is real. Nothing at all.

This is why even if my heart skips at the sight of you, even if I come running when you call my name, even if you are the best part of the dawn and my last thoughts before drifting off, I stop myself. Nothing will ever come of this.

I can’t say it doesn’t hurt. Because by god it fucking hurts. I store up on images of you — laughing with the group, jumping into the waves, glowing in the morning sun. I find myself imprinting on you. Everything you do, I memorize. Everything you are, I crave. Whatever you need me to be, I want to be.

Except I won’t. No matter how much I want to be that man for you, I can’t.  

You’ll have more of a future than I ever will, than I can ever give you. I will never steal that from you.

Let me make it clear. I’m in love with you. I’ve fallen for you. HARD. You consume my thoughts day and night. You consume me. My chest hurts from my heart beating so fast at the thought of you, the sight of you, and most painfully, the fantasy of you. We’ve been on a thousand dates in my mind. I’ve taken you to the movies. To pizza. A tour of the city. A walk in the woods. I’ve taken you back to Shreveport. I’ve proposed to you at the top of the Eiffel Tower. I’ve made love to you countless times. I’ve gotten lost in your mouth, your scent, your touch — all in my mind, all in my mind.

I see the quarterback flirt with you, and your eyes sparkle at the attention. A searing pain goes through me. Jealousy is what it is. But I have no right to meddle. You’ll have more of a future with Captain America than you can ever have with me. He’ll give you what you need, my love. He’ll build you a home with his own hands, give you sons and daughters, a steady future till you’re old and grey. You will have someone to grow old with.

Will I fight for you? I want to. I want to fight for you so much tears are in my eyes. I want to call you mine so much it eats me up everyday. And you wonder why I go solo  — hunting alone, hanging out at the hammock alone, jet skiing off into the ocean by myself. I can’t take seeing you and knowing that I can’t give you the today and the future that you deserve.

I want you to be mine. Mine. Mine. MINE. But I ache because I can never be yours.

So is this all we’ll ever be? A pilot and a student, toasting beers by the bonfire, trading glances when the other is not looking? My heart fucking aching when Sean places his hand on your arm, and you not resisting? My fists clenching when you give me a questioning look, confused by my unsaid intentions and Sean’s clear, honest ones? Me yelling into the night sky, with all of you thinking I’m just fucking mad at the island, when the truth is I’m fucking mad at the stirrings deep within me?

I want to love you. Heck, I fucking love you. But you can never know.

This is what I want to tell you: Anchor up to me, love. Anchor up to me, my love.

La Huerta. In limbo. An endless summer.

The most painful part about all this is not that it won’t last forever, but that this is all we’ll ever be.      

Imagine a long weekend with Chris. (Part B)

A/N: Part 5B 😍 I am killing myself with my expectations. 😂 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; 'She Said Yes: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A’)

You and Chris took a cab to TD Garden the day of the concert because you both agreed that parking would have been a bitch even if you did get there early. You were both right because though the gates only opened at 5:30PM, there were already hundreds and thousands of people waiting and wandering the area. You’d wanted to show up a little later, when it was closer to the opening so you didn’t have to wait with the rest of the fans considering who your fiancé was and how many times your face had been on a magazine. But Chris said it would’ve been in your best interest if the two of you got there earlier, something about beating the even bigger crowd. So here the two of you were, outside TD Garden with all the other eager fans, hiding your faces with sunglasses and baseball caps.

“Come here,” Chris pulled you along with him as he walked outside the barrier, trying to cut to the front of the line. You yanked on Chris’ hand when you heard people yelling at the two of you, demanding you to “cue like the rest of us!” You fought, but as always- Chris proved to be much stronger than you, so you kept you head down and followed him. “Chris Evans,” he whispered his name to the man at the door, passing him a notecard that had something scribbled across the top.

“I’ve got Chris Evans at the door, Chris Evans has arrived.” The man spoke into his communication device, then nodded at the response. “We’ve got someone coming out to meet you,” he told Chris and your heart jumped with excitement. Chris looked over at you, chuckling, when you squealed as quietly as you could. “They’ll give you a pair of VIP passes, please keep them around your neck at all times. After you,” he opened the door for the both of you and Chris walked in, pulling an overexcited you in with him.

“Oh my God, Chris!” You whispered-shouted, making Chris chuckle. “This is so cool, I’ve never been a proper VIP with extra privileges before. When I went to see Taylor Swift with my mom, we did not get this treatment. We cued like the rest of them,” you told him and he released your hand to wrap an arm around you.

“Well, no more,” he whispered into your hair when he kissed your head. “You are only going to get VIP treatment from now on, I promise.” You smiled as you looped you arm around his waist, leaning into him.

“Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N,” a very familiar British accent greeted the both of you and you tripped over nothing, stumbling slightly. You looked up and saw Ed Sheeran walking towards the both of you with two passes in his hand, swinging in the air. Your jaw dropped and you darted your gaze at Chris then back at Ed, then again at Chris. No words would fathom your thoughts and emotions at that very moment; you were absolutely starstruck. “Welcome to my Divide tour.” He passed the passes to Chris who took it with a grateful smile.

“You’re Ed Sheeran,” was all you could get out, much like the first time you laid eyes on Chris. Both Chris and Ed chuckled, like they’d talked about how your first reaction would be upon meeting him. “Oh my God,” your voice quivered as you breathed out those three words. “This is amazing,” you whispered to yourself.

“She’s a big, big fan,” Chris chuckled, holding out his hand to shake Ed’s. “Thank you so much for this, I don’t know how I would’ve gotten tickets if it weren’t for you.” Ed smiled and nodded, then looked over at you. You smiled, but still couldn’t find the words to speak. “Yeah, she’s going to need a few minutes I think.”

“That’s alright,” Ed chuckled and beckoned his head for the two of you to follow him. “We’ve got all night.” Chris stopped you for a brief moment, moving in front of you to loop the pass over your head. He pinched your chin, winking when you whispered-screamed nothing at him. He looped the pass over his own head then took your hand and continued following Ed down the hall. “How’s filming going?” Ed quizzed, glancing back at you and Chris.

“It’s going,” Chris chuckled. “I’m ready to call it a day and head home to my girl here.” He squeezed your hand and you smiled at him. “What about you? Still a long way to go before you head home?” Ed nodded, chuckling. “Well, at least we’re doing what we love.”

“That’s true,” Ed agreed, then his gaze fell on you and he smiled. “How are you doing there, Y/N?”

“I think I can speak now,” you chuckled nervously and both guys smiled. Ed slowed to walk beside you, rather than in front. “Thank you so much for helping Chris get tickets, Ed- or Mr. Sheeran? Oh God,” you mumbled to yourself, “I don’t know what to call Ed Sheeran.”

“Ed’s fine,” Ed told you with a soft chuckle and you nodded in acknowledgment. “And it’s really no problem at all, Captain America asks for my help to save his world?” You looked up at Chris and he smiled, beckoning his head to your charm bracelet where he’d a charm made calling you his world. “I can’t really say no to that, now can I? I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic myself, so I like a good love story and yours- it’s brilliant.”

“Thank you,” you and Chris replied simultaneously; Chris’ voice more stable and firm than yours. “We actually really love your song, 'Perfect’,” you told Ed and he smiled. “It is a very good summary of our relationship, or where we want our relationship to end up.”

“Chris mentioned that on the phone,” Ed informed you and you turned to Chris, smiling. “Which is why later when I dedicate that song to a very special couple in the crowd, you’ll know it’s for the both of you. I don’t think I should mention any names for safety reasons.” He chuckled when you and Chris nodded with pursed lips. “Anyway, this is my dressing room.” He opened the door and beckoned the both of you in. “You’re more than welcome to hang out, I have a feeling there are some things we need to discuss. Isn’t that right, Chris?” He quizzed with a knowing smile.

“Right,” Chris nodded with the same knowing smile.

“What’s going on?” You asked, glancing between the two.

“I may have made some premature wedding decisions without you,” Chris told you and your eyes narrowed in confusion. “I know we said we’d discuss everything, but- there was a very good offer that I couldn’t refuse.” You scoffed with a frown, facials asking “what did you do?” Chris bit back his smile as he said, “I may have booked our wedding band already.”

“You did what?” You frowned. “Why would you do that?” You asked, somehow not connecting the dots that there was a reason Chris was taking you to an Ed Sheeran concert as well as getting you a meeting with Ed Sheeran. God, you were one thick bag of soup. “We haven’t even picked a date and you’re arranging a wedding band?”

“Well, it’s not so much of a band than a solo artist,” Ed spoke up and you turned to him. You saw the smile on his face and suddenly, it made sense. You turned back to Chris who was doing his very best to stifle his laughter. “I hope you don’t mind me crashing, Y/N.”

“You’re going to sing at our wedding?” You asked breathlessly as you found yourself caught in a daze. Both Chris and Ed nodded, smiling. “That is- that’s like on my bucket list. Ed Sheeran singing at my wedding is on my bucket list,” you repeated to Chris, wrapping your hand around his wrist tightly. “Is this real? Am I dreaming right now?”

“No,” Chris chuckled with a shake of his head. “Ed’s singing at our wedding and you’re marrying me. This is all happening,” he assured you and you managed a shaky laugh. “Are you okay, baby? Do you need to sit down, or maybe a bottle of water?”

“I need you to love me less so there aren’t anymore big romantic gestures that will give me a heart attack and kill me before I’m twenty-one,” you told him; both guys bellowed with laughter. “You’ve done it again, Chris Evans,” you turned to him and cupped his face in your hands. “You’ve knocked it out of the damn park.”

“I knocked it out of the park with my fiancée,” he smiled. “So I might as well knock everything else out of the park too.” You chuckled softly, shaking your head in disbelief; you were definitely dreaming, this was way too perfect. “I love you, Y/N.” He whispered when he dipped his head, his lips inches from yours.

“I love you too.”

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Part 5C

Who Is In Control (Part 15)

Summary: The Avengers find out about your past. You talk to Steve about your childhood.
Pairing: Tony x Daughter!Reader; Bucky x Mutant!Reader; Steve x Best Friend!Reader
Word Counting: 1.3k words
Chapter: 14/?
Chapter Name: I Don’t Understand
Warnings: Angst. Reader’s family was really problematic

Soundtrack

(Who is In Control Masterlist)

Originally posted by captainamerica1-6


Oh, I wonder

The small meeting room was filled with incoherent and overlapping voices as Y/N cowered silently in her chair. Tony stood behind her, trying to think. Steve stroked the young woman’s shoulder, probably not knowing what to say or how to comfort her.

They’ve been in there for half an hour before the Stark woman finally stood up, losing her patience for a moment.

“Would everyone shut the hell up for one moment!” She yelled.

They were finally silent as they looked at her, surprised by the outburst.

“Can you all, please, sit in your damn chairs?” She asked exasperatedly.

They looked at one another and complied. Y/N could be very dangerous, and the look in her eyes wasn’t stable at all.  

“I know you’re all surprised and don’t understand what is going on, and we lied about some things, but something huge is happening right now.”

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If I Never Knew You (Jake x MC)

Originally posted by shippingdelights

Prompt: Round 14 of Choices Creates-Disney Songs! The song I chose is “If I Never Knew You” from Pocahontas (my fave Disney song ever).

Summary: Jake reflects on the time he’s spent with MC, and gives a final goodbye.

Warning: It’s sad, and I kind of hate myself for it.

*Author’s Note* I just want to say thank you so much to everyone who has participated in this week’s ChoicesCreates so far! Your creative works and enthusiasm are incredible, and I’m so proud to be a part of this amazing, talented fandom! I also want to say a special thank you to the amazing and wondeful @hollyashton for creating this carnival and for giving me the opportunity to host this week! It’s been an absolute blast!!!!

This isn’t my best work, but I haven’t written anything in several weeks and wanted to do something for this week’s prompt. Feedback is definitely welcome and greatly appreciated! Thank you guys! I really hope you enjoy! :)

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Princess/Boy Scout,

By the time you read this, I’ll be long gone. I know you don’t understand right now, and you gotta know this isn’t how I wanted this to end, but it’s for the best. I need you to know that I don’t regret any moment I’ve spent with you, but we both knew it was inevitable that our time together would come to an end and we’d go our separate ways.

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Cell Block Tango (1/?)

Summary- Where Tony needs more people on his side, so he brings a convicted murderer, and ex-assassin/acrobat onto his side, and Peter takes more of an interest in Velma Kelly than he’d like to admit.

Warnings- Descriptions of violence, blood and murder, and strong language.

AN- Enjoy! can’t wait to fully write this story! Also, I see Velma Kelly as Ariana Grande or someone like that, and then another character later on (Mona Faye) would be Rihanna

Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times

VELMA KELLY had her claim to fame when she was charged and found guilty of the murder of her sister, Veronica and boyfriend Charlie. Not that played innocent for a second, she never denied she did the crime just stated she blacked out, and had no memory of the event.

It took fifteen minutes for jury to agree that Velma Kelly was indeed a murderer, at the age of seventeen.

She wasn’t ashamed of her crime, it wasn’t something she backed down from. Instead she reasoned with the judge, telling him he would’ve done the same if he walked in on his wife doing a spread eagle with the neighbour.

She was sentenced with life in prison and a tariff of twenty-five years. Not to breathe proper air or feel the sun on her skin until she was  forty-two.

Just before she walked out of the courtroom, and to the car that would take her to her home for god knows how long, the judge asked her for any final words.

She spoke, loudly and clearly, making sure the journalists at the back would be able to hear her.

“How come I am sentenced to life, when the people you call ‘Earths mightiest heroes’ are no better-”

Taking one look around she noticed the man dressed exceptionally better than those surrounding him, tinted glasses covering his eyes, as if they would dramatically change his appearance.

But Velma was far too smart, also his iconic facial hair was recognisable even from the stands.

“Take your golden boy and best science experiment. Captain America, the man who would save us all, yes?”

She heard multiple murmurs, but all she cared about was the man in the Tom Ford suit, who leaned forward.

“Then how come he’s protecting one of the most wanted men in the whole world. Shouldn’t you be after the Winter Soldier rather then me? Or do you really put that much trust into your 'heroes’?”

Tony watched her leave, no sign of regret or fright, instead a smirk. Because she knew she made everyone in the room question who they thought was protecting their country and world.

Including Tony.

So it didn’t surprise Velma much when she was escorted down the hallways of the prison, that had been her home for six months, towards a very impatient Tony Stark and  a cautious Thunderbolt Ross.

“Well, are we going to stand around all day. Or are you going to explain to me why the golden boy is now a fugitive?”


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Forever | 18: Time

Summary: You and Sebastian Stan became best friends years ago, on the set of the first Captain America movie, and you couldn’t be happier that you had found someone just as witty and caring as you - but will feelings wiggle their way in and get in between your friendship and happiness?

Word Count: 1408

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: (Throughout) Language, Gun Violence, mentions of death, Angst

Characters (in order of appearance): Reader, Chadwick Boseman, Tom Holland, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie

A/N: Another update b/c I’ve finally figured out where I want this story to go!! italics are inner/personal thoughts of the character, and this was written in reader’s/Y’N’s POV!! ****I might chill with the constant updating, but I’m excited for y’all to know how the story goes, so be prepared in case I start updating like 2-3 times a day (aka the story will be done by next week if I do that)

***if you would like to be tagged in future parts, also let me know via ask/message!***

please, as always, let me know what you think!! I love hearing from y’all :)

Forever | 17 // Forever | 19

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Waiting (Soulmate AU)

Summary: Steve Rogers Soulmate fic where the name of your soulmate is written on your forearm.

Word Count: 2,116

Warnings: None.

A/N: Hope you all enjoy! @justanotherdeangirl25!



Steve Rogers.

Steve Rogers.

Steve Rogers.

Otherwise known as Captain America. Also known as Peggy Carter’s first love. Peggy Carter. Grandma. Her soulmate is not Steve Rogers. Her soulmate is grandpa. Their names are written on each other’s skin. The name doesn’t become visible until the soulmates meet. Before then, only the individual knows the name on their arm. And it’s a secret. It’s supposed to be a secret, not tell anyone because then fate can’t play a part in how the soulmates come together. And that’s the order of things.

But… But Steve Rogers, according to grandma Peggy, has been dead for decades already. There’s always a fondness in her eyes when she speaks of him. He is handsome, from the pictures that are on her photo albums. His best friend’s name was Bucky Barnes. They were inseparable. Some even speculated they were soulmates, but their names never appeared on each other’s skin.

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Take Me Out To The Ball Game

Pairing: Bucky x reader
Summary: you meet someone unexpected at a baseball game
Warnings: none

A/N Hey guys! So this is my first story, I’m not sure exactly what to call it, but I hope you enjoy it!!

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You hated baseball. Everything about it, you hated. The atmosphere, the people, the shouts, the risk of being hit by a ball, it all just added up to a bad time. So when your boyfriend asked you to go, you hesitated. But you couldn’t say no, you knew you had to stop avoiding him and at least go out once. So in the end you agreed and now as you sat there, you regretted your decision.

It was warm out, a gentle breeze picking up occasionally. Yet for the most part, it was beautiful out and you couldn’t believe you were sitting there wasting your time at a stupid game.
Slowly, the seats around you began to fill up and you kept to yourself, trying to avoid the arm your boyfriend was putting around your shoulders. As you sat uncomfortably, watching the game, you could see someone sit down besides you out of your peripheral vision. You glanced over, looking to see who took the seat besides you and you were taken back. He was gorgeous. Shades covering his eyes but his hair long and dark. And he wasn’t the only with him. His friend was just as gorgeous. He wore ball cap and sunglasses, protecting himself from the sun. You could tell both were muscular and both strikingly familiar but you couldn’t tell how you knew them.

As the game continued on, you were in the fifth inning when the man besides you leaned over and murmured, “You seem quite bored with the game. What brings you here?”

“My boyfriend,” you muttered. Of course, he was too engrossed into the game to even notice you were talking. “He wanted to go and I of course, got stuck going.”

“Ah, understandable. I’m in a similar situation.”

“Your boyfriend dragged you along as well?”

He chuckled, the sound more beautiful than you could believe. “No, my best friend. Steve loves these games.”

You smiled faintly. “Maybe we should introduce the two and then we can sneak off to get a hot dog or something.”

“Sounds like the perfect plan,” he responded and stood up.

You stood alongside him and finally, your boyfriend stood up and so did Steve, the man you still didn’t know the name of, friend. “Bradley, this is Steve. Steve, Bradley. We’re going to get food for everyone, you two keep each other company,” you said before following after the other. You thought you heard a protest, but you didn’t stop. You walked up the stairs next to the man and bit your lip. Was this actually a smart idea?

“Hey,” you called. “I just realized I don’t know your name.”

“Bucky,” he said, smiling over at you.

You couldn’t help but smile back. “I’m Y/N.”

The two of you stood in line, waiting to get food but as you watched the game, you sighed. “I think I’m just going to get a taxi home. Really can’t stand this game.”

“Well hey, Y/N, why don’t I drive you home? Steve can grab a taxi back.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”

“Not at all. Come on, I’m having a terrible time as it is. We could go grab a slice of pizza.”

“Yeah… okay, yeah,” you replied with a smile. I’d love too.“

Taking your hand, Bucky led you out of the stadium, completely forgetting the people you were leaving behind.

Go Fish

Summary: Bucky and Steve try to play a nice game of go fish and somehow they end up talking about you. But what Steve has to say, is something Bucky doesn’t want to hear.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2080

A/N: So this week has SUCKED! Which made me really not in the mood to try and write something other than angst. But with where I’m at in my other series I am not about to write angst and ruin everything. So I’m hoping that this little blurb got it out of my system. (Y/D/D- Your Dream Destination)

Warnings: ANGST, talk of death

Tags: @fangirl1802

Originally posted by coporolight

BUCKY’S POV

“Do you have any fours?” I looked up at Steve, watching the expression on his face, looking to see if he was lying or not. “What do you think she’s doing right now?” I asked wanting a good response from him.

“Go fish.” Was all he said, as he rearrange some of his cards.

“Steve.”

“Do you have any Jacks?”

“Steve.” He finally looked up at me.

“What do you want me to say Bucky?”

“Don’t be like that.”

“Don’t be like what? Myself?”

“Is it so wrong for me to think about her?”

“You talk about her all the time. I don’t get to see you that often, I was just hoping that we could talk about something other than Y/N.”

“You know, that that’s not my fault.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry that I’m busy saving the world. You could help—

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anonymous asked:

but why do you ship stony? to me it doesn't make any sense at all

sit down son because you’re about to get an essay

First of all I just want to say that I do see the appeal of other ships. I see why people ship Steve/Other People, Tony/Other People and I respect your shipping choice. But for me, Steve and Tony have the most interesting relationship in all of Marvel. I’m not a reader who loves romance stories, not with original characters and not even between my ships sometimes, so it is essential to me that the dynamic to any relationship I read is complex, layered and interesting.

What makes their relationship so interesting for me is their conflicting viewpoints. You’ve got the futurist with the man out of time. The realist with the idealist. They’re almost complete opposites. Tony is brash, loud and an engineer while Steve is introverted, caring and an artist. What they both have in common is that they’re both broken. Steve has been displaced in time and everyone who he cares about is dead except for his best friend who is brainwashed by an evil organisation. Tony didn’t have the happiest of childhoods and has had to hide behind a facade his entire life to protect himself, he was kidnapped by terrorists, betrayed by someone he trusted, poisoned by the thing that was keeping him alive and all that before the first Avengers movie.  

But as some people argue, “They’re too different! They could never work!”

I beg to disagree.

Look at other widely shipped couples. Sherlock and John from Sherlock, the introverted anti-social, sociopathic genius with the sociable, sensitive ex-army doctor. Merlin and Arthur from BBC’s Merlin, the loveable, secretive, poor magician with the spoilt, extroverted, magic-hating prince. Even canon couples, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, the reckless, funny and fun-loving wizard with the uber-intelligent, organised, control-freakish witch.

Why do all these couples work? Because they are opposites with different viewpoints. 

What’s the good in having someone who sees the world in the same way as you do? You’ll just tip further and further towards one side until you are unable to see any other viewpoint apart from your own.

I’m not a shipper who denounces other ships. I see the appeal in all the other popular ships involving these two characters. Hell, I even low-key ship them myself. But I always get drawn back to these two. Why? Well there are many reasons. One is the emotional angst. I freaking adore emotional angst and this ship definitely comes out top out of any ship I can think if. Two is the fact that they would make such a power couple. Seriously, they blew up half the world when they had a fight. Which also makes them a dangerous combination, another thing that appeals to me in ships. Third, I have never found such high quality of fanfic as I have found within this ship. The characterisation of both Steve and Tony within the fics are absolutely spot on the grand majority of the time and for two complex characters like that, it’s extremely hard to get it right. Also the relationship progression within each fic is absolutely beautiful. It isn’t instalove, or strange sexual attraction (unless that’s the point of the fic), Most of the time they start off hating each other and their relationship progresses naturally, usually through the help of the other avengers until they end up friends and then it naturally progresses from there. Also I love how much respect the fic writers have for other ships within the Marvel fandom. Pepper is always treated with such respect, as is Bucky. They acknowledge that Steve and Bucky probably loved each other as more than friends and that Steve and Bucky’s bond runs very, very deep. They also acknowledge hat Tony and Pepper, even though they didn’t quite fit together, also love each other and Pepper is never the “villain” in the relationship. (Also the average fic length is about 20,000 words which just makes it better.) 

Fourth and final reason, although it seems a bit arbitrary and strange, are two quotes I found when I was just getting into Marvel and still differing between different ships. 

“Your first love is only so good until you meet the love of your life.” 

and 

“Your soulmate is not someone that comes into your life peacefully. It is who comes to make you question things, who changes your reality, somebody that marks a before and after in your life. It is not the human being everyone has idealized, but an ordinary person, who manages to revolutionize your world in a second…”

It’s just a coincidence I found those two quotes but they just hit me so hard where Steve and Tony was concerned that I didn’t really look back.

To round up, the Steve/Tony relationship is a tragic story about two opposites who at first found the other jarring and too different from them but found out that what they needed was in the other person, only to have that all torn away by a fight. The cruelest catch is that they can’t ever truly forget each other and they can’t ever forget that maybe they were always better with the other. 

also marvel confirmed that if they admitted their feelings to each other and got married, civil war wouldn’t have happened

and the actors ship it

I’M WEAK FOR ANGSTY SHIPS SO SHOOT ME

finally seeing is believing, or rather, reading is believing so I’m going to leave you with a few examples of some fics that just define this ship for me below the cut.

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2015 in a nutshell
  • If you’re reading this it’s too late. It was a long tiiime ago in a galaxy far, far away, and these are their stories.
  • Me: hello... it's me. i'm auditioning for the role of right shark and i'll be singing hotline bling. you’ve heard of rickrolls, now get ready for george glass… with a gun. Young man, I know he ate a cheese / I said, young man, Dan Nicky your JOHN CENA
  • Rihanna: *winks*
  • Glunkus: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
  • Steve Harvey: you’re too hot, hot damn (Taylor Swift™ No copyright infringement intended. Property of TAS LLC management 2012©). you know who else is beautiful? zoobe.
  • Coppy: we are Straight Outta boc (bread of color) so have a sinnamon snoll (snail roll)!
  • Poot: I’m the untoasted bread discourse and i still get sausage
  • Psychic: *reading Putin's mind* wake up chad. listen. those feudal handmaidens are lesbians *closes buzzfeed* #thisgeneration
  • Iggy: *freestyles spongebob gothic*
  • Me: Charlie, Charlie, are you there? [uses hands as microphone] My interests are very singular. *takes a deep breath* I lo-
  • You: yes, you love the signs as concepts, we know, you love them so much, especially *takes a closer look at smudged writing on snout* pal gals, psychic ford rail jaundice, and nyan generous evaluation, the first meme of 2015, they’re the light of your life, we KNOW you’re a kid you’re a squid and Dick Cheney can't melt steel beams. WE GET IT
  • Me: There you are. (raising voice slightly to be heard) oi mate u fancy a cheeky Nando’s?
  • You: (at full volume) I’M ALWAYS A SLUT FOR OLD FACE MAGENTA 1994 JUST FUCK ME UP
  • *20 minutes into stealing human bones and chill*
  • Me: What are thoooose?
  • You: white and gold minion shoes *trips* *thousands of photos of Tubbs in a Down with Cis shirt eating coleslaw spill out of your pockets* what haha these aren’t- *desperately trying to gather them as more fall out* I’m holding these for someone else I swear!
  • Me: *shoving breadsticks into purse* I gotta go
  • You: okay… that sounds fake but okay
  • Shakira’s hips: As a lesbian… supporter who respects creative integrity and intellectual property, I am disgusted.
  • Me: Son of a
  • You: You are mean to me you insult me and you dont appreciate anything that i
  • Me: i’m a jaded teenage girl. i’ve been through shit that you wouldn’t even dream of.
  • You: Why you always lyin mmmmmm
  • Me: You said you found a wallet on the ground with like $1,000 dollars in it. I said bitch where? You said under all those rare Pepes. I said bitch where?
  • You: I McFreakin’ lost it!
  • Me: And quit telling everyone I’m dead!
  • You: Buy my silence. Permanently. For $8,000 a month, I will stop.
  • Me: why?
  • You: you gotta. JUST DO IT
  • Me: YOU SAW GOODY PROCTOR STEAL FIZZY LIFTING DRINKS AND DID NOTHING, TRAITOR!
  • You: I didn’t get no sleep ‘cause of y’all
  • Me: how many times must you kink shame me under my own roof? hoe don't do it
  • You: Y'ALL NOT GONNA GET NO SLEEP CAUSE OF ME!
  • Me: oh my god. “not all men” you're right. Paul Blart: Mall Cop would never do this.
  • You: Tony, what’s good?
  • Me: *spits at you* effective.
  • Power
  • لُلُصّبُلُلصّبُررً ॣ ॣh ॣ ॣ
  • *title card* Captain America: Civil War
That Piece Of Me (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Originally posted by enochianess

Summary: AU Soulmates. James loved that story about the soulmates when he was a child and he grew up very disappointed that he hasn’t one. The thing is that living so many years there was no chance of not having one. Good things happen when you least expect them.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language oops, i said the word with d

Words: 1730

A/N: This one has the approval of the lovely @buckyyyy-barnes , thank you very much, girl!! You’re the best!!

That Piece Of Me

James used to like that story when he was a child. The one about the soulmates.

He loved that it was true. Of course not everyone has one, but that doesn’t mean that they couldn’t found love. But the people who have a soulmate writes something in a part of their bodies and the one who’s destined to them would feel a tingling and then they could see the message.

When his first-grade teacher teach him how to write, the first thing he and his friend Steve did was write a greeting in their arms. They draw a happy face next to the word and wait.

Steve’s arm was almost instantly covered with flowers draws, but Bucky’s arms stayed blank.

When James was 16, he wrote in his arm once every two months.

He had already dated a couple of girls and kissed a plenty more, but he’d never lost hope in finding his soulmate.

He used to write little love letters in the night and wash them in the morning. He used to write about his day, about his family, about the way he found out that his sister was Steve’s soulmate. About his friends. About his dreams.

A few years later, he wrote about the war. About the recruitment, about how Steve kept trying to get into the army with him. He wrote about the dances and about the city fairs.

Until one day he couldn’t write anymore.

He was captured by the Nazis and he thought that maybe he doesn’t have a chance to met his soulmate. Maybe he doesn’t have a soulmate at all. Or maybe his soulmate doesn’t  want to meet him. Maybe she was with someone else. At least he doesn’t wait in vain. He lived, he kissed, he danced, he has had sex, he had enjoyed his family and his friends.

If he died now, he wouldn’t die without living.

Fortunately, he didn’t die. Captain America rescued him and his fellows. 

In that moment, he swore to himself that he wouldn’t write anymore. He would live plenty, without wondering if he has a missing piece or not. It didn’t matter because he was completed by himself.

Several years later, when he didn’t he had lost every piece of control over his world, something changed.

He was in a middle of a mission when he felt it. A tingle in his thigh.

What was that?

The guy that he was sent to kill found him? Was he playing a trick on him? How was he doing that?

When he finished his job, he found a place to watch his leg. Was that a heart? Why does he have a heart drawn in his thigh? 

By an impulse, he drew other exactly like that and wait. A messy handwriting was shown in his leg. ‘Hi, I’m (Y/N) and I’m 6 years old’

What?

How could a child write in his leg? He was very confused. He tried to find the reason in his mind, he tried with all his strengths until he did it. The soulmates.

He smiled for the first time in his life. In his new life. He started to remember little pieces of his old life. Not all of  them. But a couple of insignificant things.

He wrote with print and capital letters just like hers but a little more readable ‘My name’s Bucky’

He was cryo-frozen again a few times, his memory erased each of the times. But they never could erase his memories about her. Of course, he didn’t mention her to anyone and although he wasn’t constant, he could write to her a few times throw the years.

She didn’t understand his absences but she never questioned them with anger.

‘You’re gonna laugh’ she wrote him one day. She was 24 now.

He had decided two months ago when he started to get his memories back again that he wasn’t going back with Hydra. He realized that he was compelled to do horrible things. That his missions shouldn’t have been his targets, his targets should have been the people who used him as a weapon. Tortured. He was used and manipulated to kill innocent people; people who only wanted to make the world a better place.

He went to Steve for help. He needed to change. He needed to get his memories back. He needed to become a better man before he goes to find her. He has to be worthy or her. Of such a beautiful soul. And he needed to be it now.

‘Not gonna laugh at you, doll’

Her calligraphy has become a lot better than it was when she was a kid.

‘I’m joining the Avengers tomorrow.’

What? She was doing what?

His hand was quivering when he placed the pen in his skin to write a reply and he did his best to tried to control it.

‘This is not a joke, (Y/N). This is dangerous’

‘I know it’s dangerous, I’ve trained since I was ten to do this, so I’m doing it. Deal with it. Plus you never told me where do you work at or anything, don’t even know your age.’

‘27, doll. Well, if you’re so sure, I guess we’ll meet tomorrow then. Don’t be mad, I’m just worried’

‘Are we going to meet tomorrow? What?!’ She drew a super happy face and he smiled. He traced the letters on his knee hoping to God that he was enough for her.

Even if he wasn’t, he was definitely enough to protect her so he was determined to be her partner in the field. There was no way in hell he was going to let her get hurt.

The next day went in a blur. His anxiety building with every passing minute. And his nightmares didn’t help either.

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t know, Steve. What if she doesn’t like me? What if she’s afraid of me?”

“She will love you, I believe that she already does. You know that nothing of all that happened was your fault.”

“But I have to live with it. And she still has the right to be afraid”

The metallic sound of the arm moving pieces filling the room as he tensed and relaxed his arm unwittingly.

“Your presence is required in the conference room” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice sounded through the speakers.

Their meeting proved that Bucky had nothing to be nervous about. You were excited that you finally had the job that you wanted and you could be the happiest person in the city now that you met him. Your soulmate.

He was so intriguing and so readable at the same time that it was the most absurd contradiction. But you loved each other, that’s for sure. Everyone could see it. And they were happy for both of you.


“(Y/N)” Natasha whispered in your ear in one of Tony’s parties. Luckily it was an intimate one.

You watched the glimmering eyes of Wanda looking at both of you and the beginning of a smile appearing on her face. Nat completed her sentence after stealing a glance at Bucky, who was across the room chatting with the boys.

“Please let us draw your face”

You giggled a little.

“No dicks, please.”

They smirked as they get closer to you, marker in hand.

“I’m gonna take so many pictures tonight”

They hurried to draw a small triangle in your nose and a few lines faking whiskers in each cheek. Wanda wrote “I’m a cutie” by a little heart on the side of your chin.

Nat started shooting pictures at you and she ran to do the same with Buck until we heard a loud series of laughs.

“You’re the cutest assassin kitty in the world!”

“(Y/N)! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

“Me?” You looked at him innocently through your eyelashes. “I didn’t do anything, Buck. I was just having a few drinks with the girls"

“I can see” he responded rolling his eyes as you stood up and started walking to him. You saw that he was struggling to not start laughing and keep his rough façade. You hugged him, placing your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he returned the hug involving you with his arms on your waist. He kissed the top of your head.

“I’m gonna clean your face.”

You smiled and hugged him tighter hiding your face on his chest. 

“I’m fine, thanks very much”

“It doesn’t matter, doll,” he said placing his hands on your thighs and lifting you up, taking you to his room.

“Girls, I want the photos!!” you screamed before being out of their sight.

Bucky opened the door with one hand as he took your weight with his other arm. He placed you carefully in his bed and went to his bathroom.

He returned with a wet little towel as you were scrolling the images on your cell phone.

“Don’t make a move! I have pictures!” You said as you showed them to him.

He bit his lower lip to not laugh and rolled his eyes as he started cleaning your face up, despite your failed tries to move from the cloth.

“They’ll never be going to let me forget this”

“Me neither” you stated with a goofy smile as he moved the fabric over your cheeks. The marker in his face disappearing as he did that.

“I love you, Bucky. You looked very cute.”

He smiled finishing removing the ink from your face.

“You’re the cutest here, love. And I love you too” he stated as he placed a kiss to your lips.

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Winter Break: Part One

Summary: Your older brother, Sebastian Stan, is taking you for a little vacation and internship scouting with him on the set of Captain America: Civil War. On the trip, interesting friendships are made and Spider-Man doesn’t stay your least favorite superhero.

Characters: Sebastian Stan, Tom Holland, Chris Evans (more to be added)

Warnings: None.

A/N: Hi, this is one of my first short stories posted on Tumblr and I hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think. (:


Originally posted by slayalec

“Hey (y/n)!”


You turn around, your last class’s textbook in your hands as you dodge underclassmen hustling along in the hallway.


“Oh, hey Max,” you reply as your best friend catches up to you after sending a freshman boy a glare that could make even the star QB look away.


“Is it just me, or is Mr. Thompson getting hotter and hotter every day?” Max asks right off of the bat, and your eyes widen, looking around frantically for the teacher in fear he could have possibly overheard your friend. It honestly wouldn’t of been the first time.


“Max,” you hiss, slapping her arm with your free hand. “You’re seventeen!”


“It’s unfortunate,” Max sighs dramatically, “but my birthday is in two weeks.”


“He’s married,” you state flatly.


Max shrugs you reach your locker. You reach upwards, twisting the combination in and setting the forensics book on the top shelf next to your trig work book and AP art sketch book.


“I’m borrowing your jacket,” Max announces, reaching below you into the larger section of the locker and taking out a gray letterman jacket.


“That’s not mine,” you chuckle as she puts it on. “It’s Damon’s.”  


Max makes a sound of discontent, but doesn’t take the jacket off. “I’ll need to bathe in bleach after this.”


“Don’t swallow any,” you tease her.


“With mid-terms coming up, I might be doing myself a favor,” she jokes as you close your locker.


“Let’s go,” you say, tugging her along. “If we’re late to lunch, Forest isn’t going to save us seats.”


“He’d better,” Max scoffs as you both start off towards the cafeteria. “He’s only in 11th and I’m not afraid to kick his ass out of my spot.”


You laugh out loud as you reach the end of the building, and pull the long sleeves of your shirt farther down your wrists before opening the door. A gust of cold wind instantly greets you, nipping at your face and gliding down any open spaces between your body and your shirt.


“I hate the cold,” Max grumbles as you walk together.


“You hate everything,” you reply matter-of-factly.


“I hate everything that is annoying,” Max responds, as if this is any better.


“So…” you pretend to trail off, then snap your fingers. “Everything.”


Max fakes a glare at you as you laugh, leaning on her as you walk through the open hallways towards the outside pavilion of the cafeteria. Even though it was forty-something weather, the seniors and juniors had refused to surrender the outside tables to the freshmen and sophomores, and you had to admit, cuddling like penguins to stand your ground outside was more fun than sitting inside.


“There they are!” Forest shouts over the present student body, and you hide your face in a curtain of hair, blushing until you sat down at the cement table beside Forrest.


“Shut up, Deforest,” Max rolls her eyes. “You know (y/n) hates when you yell to her across the patio.”


“It’s cool,” you assure her, and then look around the table. Max had sat down next to Jamie, and next to the girl was Damon and his football buddy, Chris. Forest was next to Chris, each of them greeting you with smiles you’d known well for the last four years.


“Don’t call me that,” Forest whines. “I don’t like that name.”


“You were born with it,” Max sasses him. “If you don’t like it, you can turn eighteen and change it one day.”


“A year left,” Forest says thankfully.


“Less than that bro,” Damon speaks up. “Like, eleven months and twenty-one days.”


“Whatever you say, Einstein,” Forest waves him off.


“Shut up, Deforest,” Damon scoffs.


Forest throws his hands up, and you laugh as he says to you, “Why do you let them be so mean to me?”


“Stop being a smartass and then we’ll talk,” Damon replies, and Forest flicks a random crumb at him.


“Why am I friends with all of you?” You smile at them as you say it, and Damon reaches across the table to ruffle your hair.


“Because we’re the only jackasses who put up with your shit, sweetheart,” he sweetly as he winks at you, and Max gags.


“Quit trying to replace me, Dmitri,” Max scolds him. “It ain’t gonna happen.”


Damon huffs at his real name, and curses Max in fluent French. Both you and Chris snort, and Damon smirks as Max flicks him off.


“So, (y/n), do you have any plans for the break before midterms?” Jamie asks politely.

She was a quiet girl, with a smaller build than most of the senior class, but she was sweet and interesting to talk to.


“Uh, yeah, actually,” you nod. “My brother is supposed to be picking me up later after school and we’re going out to his job so I can see about getting an internship before college.”


“But it’s only December,” Chris comments, just barely finishing speaking before Max cuts him out.


“Sebastian Stan,” she croons. “God damnit, (y/n)! You’re so lucky he’s your older brother. Hell, I’m lucky he’s your older brother.”


“Why?” your brow creases at her.


“’cause then I can get close to him and make him fall in love with me,” Max says, and you wrinkle your nose at her.


“You’re disgusting,” Forest says. “Banging (y/n)’s brother has got to be against the girl code somewhere.”


“I actually don’t think so,” you reply, pursing your lips in a defeated expression.


“I still can’t believe you’re a Stan,” Chris states, looking at you like you’ve smacked him with a love spell.


“Oh Chris, not you too,” you complain, and Damon, Forest, and Jamie all laugh collectively.


“I’m allowed to admire him,” Chris says heatedly.


“Yeah, but you’re gay,” Max mutters, and Chris throws a piece of rind from the orange he’s been peeling at her. You chuckle at Chris’s flamed cheeks, and he pouts as Damon pats his shoulder.


“Don’t worry man,” Damon tells him, shrugging his shoulders suggestively. “Maybe Sebastian is gay too.”


You face palm, and the table breaks up into laughter.


“You all suck,” you tell them, shaking your head.


“Like Chr-”


Chris punches Damon in the arm, giving him a glare that rivaled Max’s.


“Okay, okay, man,” Damon chuckles, rubbing his bicep.


“Guys,” Jamie suddenly speaks up, looking out from under the covered pavilion towards the main building across the campus. It hadn’t begun to snow yet, but the forecast promised the starts of a flurry by the time school let out for winter break, so you had been hoping Jamie was pointing out snow, but instead she was staring at a bundled up figure jogging towards the cafeteria, two people close behind the guy.


“Is that Ms. Winert running?” Forest asks, and you squint, trying to make out the face of the running person.


Distant shouting of “Stop, stop!” was beginning to grab the rest of the pavilion’s attention, and you began to stand as the intruder drew closer.


The adult staff around you begins to move forward, and a couple of kids laugh, whispering words of gun threats and jokes of a criminal. The person is getting closer, and it’s a surprise that the APs on watch haven’t yet begun to get the rest of the students away from the imminent threat.


“(Y/N)!” the running man shouts out, and you nearly trip over your own backpack when you realize who he is.

we want to live by each other’s happiness

Summary: 

“Why do you want to fight?”

Jake could say a million things.

“I’m Jewish.”

okay so. before i go any further, this fic was originally started because @mayabazaar and I wanted to a) spite nick spencer for being so blatantly antisemetic and b) wanted to do something to speak out against the awful HyrdaCap thing that I don’t even want to … consider. maya’s idea, and my baby, the only thing running through our heads after spencer’s captain america #1 revelation was “oh my God, we have to make cap jewish”. of course, this was easier said than done – i totally and completely missed “make your marvel faves jewish day” (June 1st, I believe), and have been crying about this all summer. i chose b99 because i love b99 Too Much and because jake peralta is, like, pretty much the Perfect steve rogers, but – listen. my family background is jewish, and this story is one of the most important things I’ve ever written. it’s not just to spite nick spencer, though that is, admittedly, a large part of my motivation. it’s because of the phrase, “raise your words, not your voice”. it’s because there is something more important than cap’s identity at stake. and it’s because people like nick spencer don’t seem to understand why what they’re doing is wrong. I’m posting this on ao3 tomorrow, so the EXTENSIVE research notes are going to be There, but for now I’ll say: the references to chaplin’s The Great Dictator are very deliberate and have a LOT of background, I have done so much research but if i have any historical inaccuracies please take into account Superheros and the suspension of disbelief, and, finally and most importantly: please enjoy! love yall <3 

Perhaps it would be prudent to say that there are certain situations that inherently demand such short answers that do not, really, convey the true complexity of an issue. Indeed, human nature itself demands simplicity: black and white, good and evil, yes and no. However complicated the world might actually be, to delve into the the intricacy of anything – from why Mrs. Lewenski next door has a peculiar obsession with plums, to the moral questions of right versus wrong or, even, why Jake Peralta’s mother thinks to herself in the relative safety of her lumpy mattress that one day, her son might possibly get himself hurt trying to realize his constant and persistent need to protect people starting with her – well, to dive into anything would not be conducive to the eloquence or comedy or dramatic impact for which stories are written.

Jake sits on the plastic-covered cot of the medical room. If his mother were there to ask him exactly how he was feeling at that particular moment, he would tell her that he feels as though he can take on the world in a fist fight and win. If Rosa were to ask the same thing, he’d say that his heart is trapped in his throat.

A terrible sentiment, really, but then – oh. Dr. Erskine is asking him a question. His eyes are kind, Jake notices, but a voice that sounds suspiciously like Rosa’s tells him that now isn’t really the time to notice such things.

Erskine tilts his head.

“Why do you want to fight?”

Jake could say a million things.

“I’m Jewish.”

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