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BROADWAY MEGA MASTERPOST

Hey guys this is a master post of tons of different Broadway, off Broadway, etc. musicals/plays. I hope you find what you are looking for. If anything is wrong I will try to fix asap just message me. And follow me for more Broadway. 

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9 to 5:  

13 on Broadway: 

13 Full Show 

A

A Little Night Music - New York City Opera 1990: 

A Very Potter Senior Year: 

Aida with Idina Menzel, Maya Days, and Matt Bogart: 

Aladdin-pre Broadway: 

Aladdin Disney’s California Adventures 1 2 3    

Annie 1982: 

Annie Get Your Gun with Jane Lynch  1 2  

Annie Get Your Gun- 1950 

Anyone Can Whistle Sutton Foster Raul Esparza 

Anything Goes Full Show with Sutton Foster and Joel Grey 

Arcadia Broadway Revival Raul Esparza 

Assassins 2004  

Avenue Q 

B

Bare 

Bare The Musical 1 2      

Bare: A Pop Opera 2013 Los Angeles Revival 1 2 3  

Bat Boy 

Beautiful: The Carole King Musical- Pre Broadway 

Beautiful: The Carole King Musical 

Beauty & The Beast Benet Academy 2008 1 2    

Beauty and the BeastUS Tour 2010 

A Bed and a Chair Bernadette Peters and Jeremy Jordan 

Billy Elliot Trent Kowalik 

Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson 

Bonnie & Clyde on Broadway 

Bonnie & Clyde Laura Osnes and Jeremy Jordan 

Book of Mormon Original Broadway Cast 

Book of Mormon US Tour with Gavin Creel 

Book of Mormon London 

Book of Mormon Nic Rouleau and Ben Platt Chicago 1 2      

Boy From Oz 

Breakfast at Tiffany’s 

Brigadoon-1954 

Bridges of Madison County 

Bridges of Madison County 1 2

Bring It On 1 2 3 4 5     

Broadway The American Musical 1 2    

Broadways Lost Treasures 2003 

Broadway’s Lost Treasure 2004 

Broadway’s Lost Treasures 2005 

Bye Bye Birdie 1963 

C

Cabaret on Stage with Alan Cummings 

Cabaret Broadway 2001 Raul Esparza 

Camelot-1981 

Camelot 1982 

Candide 2005 

Caroline or Change 

Carousel Live From Lincoln Center Kelli O Hara Jessie Mueller 1 2 3   

Carrie OBC 

Carrie 2012 Off Broadway Revival 1 2 3 4 5 6   

Carrie Seatlle Dress rehearsal 

Catch Me If You Can 

Catch Me If You Can Broadway 2011 

Cat on a Hot Tin Roof 1984 Tommy Lee Jones 

Cats 1988 

Cats Stephanie J Block 1 2 3 4 5

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory 

Chaplin 

Chaplin 

Chess 

Chess In Concert Actors Fund BC/EFA New York Josh Groban Julia Murney Adam Pascal Raul Esparza 

Chicago US Tour 2005 

Chicago Broadway 2007 

Children of Eden 

Children of Eden amateur production  

Chitty Chitty Ban Bang Broadway 1 2 3 4    

Chorus Line OBC 

Chorus Line 2006 Broadway Revival Opening Night 

Cinderella-1997 

Cinderella 2013 

Cinderella 

Company 2006 

Company 2011 Neil Patrick Harris 

Cry Baby 1990 

Cry Baby stage 

Cry Baby 

Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time 1 2 3 4

Curtains 2007 

D

Dirty Rotten Scoundrels 2005 1 2       

Dogfight 

Dogfight 2012 

Dogfight alt. 

Dreamgirls Original Broadway Cast 

Drowsy Chaperone 

E

Elf 1 2 3 4   

Equus 1 2  

Evita 2012  1 2 3 4   

F

Fantasticks Fairfield Community Arts Center 1 2  

Fame 1980 

Fame 2009 

Fiddler on the Roof 1971 

First Date 

Flower Drum Song 1961 

Follies 

Footloose 2011 

Frankenstein Benedict Cumberbatch 

G

A Gentlemen’s Guide to Love and Murder November 2013 1 2 3 Sorry 3rd part doesn't work I will try to find a replacement asap 

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes 1953 

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes New York City Center Encores 2012 

Ghost OBC 

Ghost UK Tour 

Ghost the musical London Mark Evans Siobhan Dillon 

Godspell Broadway revival 2011 

Grease 1978 

Grease on Broadway 

Grey Gardens

Grey Garden 

Guys and Dolls 1955 1 2     

Guys and Dolls 2009 1 2     

Gypsy 1962 

Gypsy 2008 Revival 

H

Hair 1979  

Hair 1 2 3 4    

Hairspray 2006 Aaron Tveit 

Hallelujah Broadway 

Heather The Musical 1 2  

Hedwig and The Angry Inch Original off Broadway cast 

Hedwig and the Angry Inch 2001 

Hedwig and the Angry Inch Anthony Rapp 2003 

Hello Dolly 1969 

High Fidelity 

High Society 1956 

History Boys 1 2 3 4 5 6     

Holler If Ya Hear Me Broadway 2014 

Homecoming Broadway revival Raul Esparza 

How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying 1967 

How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying- Darren Criss 

Hunchback of Notre Dame Berlin 1999 

I

If/Then Pre Broadway 

If/Then Broadway preview performance 

In the Heights 1 2 3

Into the Woods 

Into the Woods OBC 

Into the Woods 2002 

Into the Woods Central Park 2012 Amy Adams 1 2 3 4

J

Jekyll & Hyde 1 2  

Jersey Boys Broadway 2006 

Jesus Christ Superstar 1973 

Jesus Christ Superstar 2012 

Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat 2000 

K

Kinky Boots Chicago 

Kinky Boots Broadway 1 2 3    

King Lear 2008 

Kismet 1955 

Kiss me Kate 1953 

Kiss me Kate 1999 

L

La Cage aux Folles Broadway revival 2010 Kelsey Grammer Douglas Hodge 1 2 3 4   

Lady Day at Emerson’s Bar and Grill 2014 Audra McDonald 

The Last Five Years Original Cast 

The Last Five Years Off Broadway Revival 1 2 3 4 5   

The Last Five Years 2014 Katie Rose Clarke, Adam Halpin 1 2

Leap of Faith 2010 

Leap of Faith Broadway 2012 

Legally Blonde Sing a Long 

Legally Blonde The Musical 

Les Mis 10th Anniversary Dream cast 

Les Mis 25th Anniversary 1 2   

Les Mis 2000 Sutton Foster 

Lestat 

Lion King 2010 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8       

Lion King 2000 

Little Miss Sunshine 2011 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8    

Little Night Music 1990

Little Shop Of Horrors pre Broadway 

Little Shop of Horrors 1986 

Little Women 

Little Women Full Musical not Broadway 

Love Never Dies 

Love Never Dies Melbourne Production 1 2 3 4   

M

Mamma Mia London 

The Man Who Came to Dinner Broadway 2000 

Mary Poppins Broadway 2006 1 2 3 4 5

Master Class Sierra Boggess, Tyne Daly, Alexandra Silber 1 2 3      

Matilda Broadway Oona Lawrence 

Matilda Broadway Sophia Gennusa 2013 

Matilda Broadway Bailey Ryon 

Matilda London Elise Blake 1 2   

Man of La Mancha1972 

Merrily We Roll Along 2002 

Miss Saigon Broadway 

Miss Saigon National Tour 

Miss Saigon 2008 

Monty Python’s Spamalot 1 2    

Much Ado About Nothing West End David Tennant, Catherine Tate 1 2    

Murder Ballad Caissie Levy 1 2 3 4 5    

My fair Lady 1964 

My Favorite Broadway The Leading Ladies 1999 

Mystery of Edwin Drood 

N

Never Forget

Newsies Live 2012 

Newsies Pre-Broadway 2011 

Newsies 2013 Corey Cott 

Next to Normal 

Next to Normal Broadway Original Cast

Next to Normal Alice Ripley Jennifer Damiano’s last  performance 

Next to Normal with Jessica Phillips and Kyle Dean Massey 

Nice Work If You Can Get It 

Nine 2003 Broadway Revival Antonio Banderas 

Nine 2009 

No No Nanette 1940 

Normal Heart 2004 Off Broadway Revival Raul Esparza 

O

Oklahoma 1999 Hugh Jackman 

Oliver 1968 

Oliver 2010 Kerry Ellis 

On A Clear Day You Can See Forever 1970 

On A Clear Day You Can See Forever 2011 Broadway 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9     

Once 

Once Arthur Darvill 

Once 2006 

Once  Broadway 

Once Us Tour 2013  

Once More With Feeling Complete Stage Production 

Once Upon a Mattress 2005 Movie Version  

Othello 

P

Pacific Overtures 1976 OBC 

Paint Your Wagon 1969

Pal Joey 1957 

Passion Original Broadway Cast 

Parade OBC preview performance 

Parade 2009 

Peter and the Star Catcher 

Peter Pan 1960 

Peter Pan Tour 2012 1 2

Phantom of the Opera US Tour 2014 1 2  

Phantom of the Opera Broadway Norm Lewis and Sierra Boggess 

Pippin 1 2 3     

Pippin Live in Toronto 1972 

Pippin Broadway Ben Vereen 1982 

Porgy and Bess 2012  

Potted Potter 

R

Rabbit Hole Broadway Cynthia Nixo and John Gallagher 

Ragtime poor quality 

Rent 2005 1 2     

Rent Broadway 2008 

Rocky Broadway 2014 

S

Saturday Nigh Fever 1977 

Saved 

Shrek the Musical 2013 

Shrek the Musical Sutton Foster, Brian D’Arcy James 

Side Show 2013 

Sister Act Patina Miller Broadway 

Six By Sounheim HBO 2014 

South Pacific Laura Osnes 

South Pacific 1 2 3 4 5     

Song & Dance 1984 

Spamalot 

Spiderman Turn Off the Dark 

Spring Awakening with Lea Michele 

Spring Awakening  Full on Broadway Lea Michele Jonathan Groff John Gallagher Jr. 

STOMP Out Loud Full 

Sunday In the Park With George 

Sunday in The Park with George with Santino Fontana 

Sunday in the Park with George 1986 Stephen Sondheim 

Sunset Boulevard 1 2      

Sweeney Todd Broadway 1982 

Sweeney Todd Live in Concert 

Sweeney Todd The Demon Barver of Fleet Street 2007 

T

Taboo Broadway Raul Esparza 

The Addams Family 

The Addams Family obc 

The Apple Tree 1 2      

The Book of Mormon

The Bridges of Madison County 2014  

The Drowsy Chaperone 

The Full Monty 1997 

The Glass Menagerie 

The Kind and I 1956 

The Light in the Piazza 

The Little Mermaid Sierra Boggess 

The Mystery of Edwin Drood 

The Phantom of the Opera 1989 

The Phantom of the Opera 1990 

The Phantom of the Opera 2004 

The Pirate Queen 1 2 3 4   

The Producers 1968 

The Rocky Horror Picture Show 1975 

The Sound of Music 1965 

The Tempest 2010 

The Unauthorized Autobiography of Samantha Brown 

The Wedding Singer 

The Wiz 1978 

Thoroughly Modern Millie Orginal Broadway Cast 1 2     

Three Musketeers with Aaron Tveit 

Tick, Tick….. Boom Off Broadway Raul Esparza 

Titanic the Musical Peace Players Production 1 2 3 4 5    

Tommy Closing Night 1 2    

Twelfth Night 

Twisted 

U

Urinetown Orginal Broadway Cast 

Urinetown Full Performance Arlington Martin High School 

V

Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike 

Victor/Victorie 1982 

Victor Victoria Broadway 1995 

Violet New York Concert 2003 

W

Waiting for Godot 

War Horse 

Welcome to Night Vale The Musical Genericon 2014 

West Side Story- 1961 

West Side Story Revival 

We Will Rock You UK Tour 2013 

Wicked Kristin Chenoweth’s Last Performance 

Wicked with Annaleigh Asford and Stephanie J Block 1 2      

Wizard of Oz Andrew Lloyd Webber US Tour 

Woman On the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown 

Wonderland 1 2   

X

Xanadu 1980 

Xanadu OBC 

Y

You’re a Good Mann, Charlie Brown 

Young Frankenstein 

Z

Zanna Don’t 

*I do not own nor did I record any of the above. 

How Do Ya Like Them Apples?

Sure, Derek heard the familiar sounds of Stiles’ Jeep pull up outside his building and the steady, but slightly-too-fast beating of Stiles’ heart getting louder and louder the closer the elevator got to arriving at his floor, so it wasn’t really a surprise when Stiles came bursting into his apartment moments later. But what was a surprise, was the words that came spilling out of Stiles’ mouth as soon as he entered and laid eyes on Derek, where he was perched at his kitchen counter with a book in front of him.

“I got in! I got into NYU, Derek!” Stiles exclaimed excitedly, and then, with a look of determination set into his features, he added “and you’re coming with me!”

Derek’s whole body kind of… spasmed a little. The book he had open on the counter top fell shut when his fingers involuntarily twitched out of the way. He recovered fairly quickly, but not fast enough that Stiles didn’t notice.

“It wasn’t a question dude,” Stiles continued as though Derek had protested. “I know you only had 2 years to go when you followed Laura back here and I know they kept a spot open for you for next year. And you’re going to go back and finish your degree and you can show me around campus and we can get an apartment together and it’ll be awesome.”

Stiles grinned at him, tried to look eager but relaxed about what he was saying, but Derek could practically see the anxiety buzzing through him and sense his trepidation. Derek meant to say a firm ‘no’, if for no other reason than because Stiles was telling him what to do and Derek resented that, but instead what came out was “How do you know I was at NYU?”

Stiles gave him an unimpressed look. “I’m more than a little offended that you don’t instantly recognize my superior detective skills at this point.”

“I didn’t ask them to hold my place. I can’t just go back to classes like I never left, Stiles,” Derek continued quickly.

“Yes you did. Well, as far as they’re concerned you did. You formally requested an extended leave of absence months ago and they accepted your request to resume classes with the new admissions next year,” Stiles’ face was twisted in smug satisfaction, even with the undercurrent of anxiety still running through him, as though he simply couldn’t help himself.

Derek sighed because he’d done no such thing.

“I don’t even know why I’m surprised,” he murmured.

“Me either. You should know me well enough by now, dude. I made sure you were re-enrolled as soon as I sent my application in. Also, your signature wasn’t even a slight challenge, dude. After forging Dad’s monstrosity of an autograph on all my detention slips and grade reports through the years, yours was a piece of cake. You should probably work on that.”

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Write Me Lovely part 2

You guys seemed to really enjoy my prison Au so I wrote a part 2! I hope you guys enjoy, let me know what you think in the comments! I love reading your reviews!
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“Really Betty, I don’t see why you even work that job. It’s not like you don’t make enough at the bakery, I’ve read your tax returns you almost make as much as Daddy and that’s saying something.” Veronica Lodge stared blatantly at her best friend as Betty shuffled a pile of schoolwork and the bakery key in her hands.

“It’s not about the money Veronica, if I didn’t teach the art program at Riverdale elementary then no one would. I love those kids and they deserve an outlet to express their feelings” Betty finally opened the front door, squeezing through and inhaling the sugary scent of pastries.

“Of course Ms. save the world.” Veronica smiled fondly at her best friend, grabbing the pile of art work and placing it on the table freeing up Betty’s hands to turn on the lights, sure she teased Betty but deep down she admired her friends kind heart and unwavering determination to make things better.

With a grateful smile the green eyed blonde, opened the curtains and stood for a moment allowing the sun to warm her bones.

“Sure is a beautiful day isn’t it?” She turned around, long, soft curls flying around her shoulders. Veronica nodded

“Definitely, Archie promised to take me to the city this weekend, I need to do some shopping.” The raven haired princess wiggled her perfectly manicured eyebrows.

“You always need to do some shopping. Speaking of New York, did I tell you about this new prison pen pal program the school has me and the kids doing? My penpal is in New York.”

Veronica looked up from the croissant she had snuck off the display Betty was stacking

“Prisoner? You’re writing to a prisoner? He could be a murdere B!”

Betty rolled her eyes
“Well it’s not like I plan on meeting him, I doubt he’ll even write back, but it’s kind of interesting. I’m sure he has a very interesting past.”

Veronica rolled her pastry in a napkin
“Listen Betty you’re my best friend and I love you but you’ve been mixed up with some pretty bad guys before and I don’t want a redo of what happened last year. These people are criminals.”

Betty winced at the reminder of her last boyfriend, it wasn’t something she was too fond of remembering
“Well you don’t know this man. You shouldn’t judge someone by their status, you should know that better than anyone.” Betty narrowed her eyes and Veronica threw her hands up thoroughly scolded.
“You’re right, you’re right. Just be careful that’s all I ask. Now I’ve gotta run, houses don’t design themselves.”

Veronica was a fairly popular interior decorator, she worked on homes all around the world.

“Alright Ronnie, see you tonight? Dinner at my new place? Kevin’s coming.”

With a dismissive wave of her hand Veronica stood by the front door
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Tah tah now love.”
She blew a kiss and swung out the door, leaving Betty completely alone in the bakery.

She loved moments like this, early dawn, the sun shining through the glass windows, cupcakes in the oven and strawberries ready to be sliced for shortcake. She was happy, content. But something was still missing, something had always been missing. Running her fingers through the sticky dough she realized she had forgotten to go through her mail from yesterday. Wiping her hands on a towel, she hopped the counter and landed firmly on a stool by the window, flipping through her letters she couldn’t help the huge smile that graced her face at a certain white envelope titled by “Jughead Jones”

His handwriting was more or less a scrawl, readable but all mushed together. Still it was pretty satisfying to receive a letter back, I guess the whole penpal situation was kind of cool.

Greedily ripping into the envelope Betty began to read.


“Dear Betty Cooper,
Or should I call you Ms.Cooper? You are a teacher after all. I guess I should say Thankyou for the letter, I don’t get much mail here so it was a surprise. As you know my name is Jughead Jones and yes Betty, I do find it weird that the school you teach at is having young children write letters to hardened criminals, but to each their own I suppose. As for me, I’m not nearly as ruthless as you would imagine, I’m sure you’re wondering if I’m a murderer? It’s okay, everyone always wants to know. The answer is no. I won’t go into further detail but you should know I’ve never killed anything, well maybe a squirrel, but I assure you that wa sour elf accidental. You teach first grade? That’s quite the year. If you don’t mind me asking, what is it that you teach? And to answer your question yes. I love sweets, I love all food but I have a pretty strong ass sweet tooth. You don’t have to send me anything but I wouldn’t hate it if you did. Don’t you want prisoners review for your bakeries website? I have a dog back home, his name is hot dog. I’m sure he’s with another one of my..friends. I may not know you but you can have Hotdog, he’s a great dog and my ..friends don’t quite care about him as much as I do. Anyway I don’t have much to say about myself I was born and ra in New York, it gets pretty exhausting. I think when I get out I’m gonna get out of this state, find somewhere small, get work and get out of the business I’m in now. Well that’s all for me. I normally don’t talk this much but I figured hey? I’ve gotta get it out somehow. Maybe you can write back? Maybe not. It’s fine. Anyway, Live a smart life Betty Cooper and stay good
-Jughead Jones”

Betty gripped the piece of paper tight in her fingers, he had written back and he was attentive, funny and witty. Betty felt her stomach tighten as she reached around for a pen and paper, she wanted to write him back now, ask more questions, get more answers. Suddenly the beeping of her oven went off and the smell of burnt chocolate filled her nostrils.

“Oh sugar!”

Old Friends (7/7)

this is it guys !  I hope you guys like it ! xoxo

Summary: y/n and Sam Wilson have been neighbors since she moved to NewYork . When Sam started being an avenger they drifted, just random texts or calls . That was until the events between Steve, Bucky and Tony.  Things are all cleared now, everyone is back at the tower and/or avengers facility, including Bucky. But what happens when the reader shows up at the facility looking for Sam?

Pairings: Sam Wilson x reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x reader

Warnings: smut, violence, angst, swearing


  You slowly open your eyes and are met with brown eyes staring right back at you. You let out a groan and try to move, but you realize you’re strapped down to a medical table.The last thing you remember is being wheeled into what looked like a science lab. It was pristine white and looked like your old dentist’s office. There was a side tray filled with different medical tools, a tank with a mask attached, and a bright hanging light over it. You were wheeled under the light and the mask was placed over your face, then everything went black.

 "What the hell did you do to me?“ Your voice was raspy; you assume you’ve been out a while.

 "Well Kitten, we took care of some of your injuries from the crash. You’re welcome.” His voice was calm but arrogant at the same time.

 "Don’t fucking call me that. Wait until I get out of here, Rumlow. I swear to God I will kill you.“ You push against the restraints but they don’t budge. Your eyes still feel heavy and your body is ridden with exhaustion. You know you need to fight back and buy yourself some time.

 "Awh, I thought you like being called Kitten, it seems like it when Barnes says it.” A smirk plays on his lips, and you send him a glare.

How the fuck would he know that!?

  “Don’t you want to know how I know that? Or how I knew the jet was leaving the tower, with you in it?”

  You roll your eyes, “Well I feel like you’re going to tell me any way, but go ahead, enlighten me.“

  He moves himself so he’s leaning his elbow against the table above your head. He twirls a piece of your hair as he starts speaking, "I had some friends that made an appearance at Stark’s party you attended not too long ago. They left behind some very advanced presents in the tower.” Son of a bitch. How did Tony not know he got bugged? “So you see, I’ve witnessed a lot. I saw you and Barnes on the balcony, I’ve seen the team watch movies. I’ve seen everything.” His tone is hard now, but he’s still twirling your hair while he just looks at you .

 "So you’re Ross’s bitch now? You needed an upgrade since Pierce is six feet under, huh?  How are you even alive? Didn’t Wanda blow your sorry ass to pieces? And what’s with  the arm? I hate to break it to you, but it looks way better on Buck.“ You let out a tight laugh. He moves and leans back in his chair.

"So many questions darling. I guess I can tell you before the fun starts. He pauses to wink at you. Fucking Hell. What a sick bastard.

  "I am no one’s bitch, you were a threat to exposing Hydra’s new order, so you have to be dealt with. Never underestimate Hydra; the man Wanda killed was an agent that was manipulated to mimic my appearance. A few minutes with a blowtorch, and he looked like the one that was smashed under a building. Thanks to Hydra, my face was 90% healed, only thing I lost under that damn building was my arm.” He wiggles his metal fingers at you, you feel a wave of nausea hit you like a truck.

 "Oh honey, it’ll be okay. I’ll take care of you better than the soldier ever could. After all, I am his replacement.“ Of course they made a new soldier, how the fuck did no one find out about this?

 "Oh please, you will never hold a candle to Barnes, in his soldier days or now. He will always be better than you. Where are we now? You think the team won’t find me wherever you’ve hidden me?”

  He releases an evil laugh and he runs his fingers on the side of your face, caressing it. “They won’t find you Kitten. We are at an unmarked base in Australia,. No one’s going to look for you here. You’re stuck with me now, Y/n.” Of fucking course, I’ve always wanted to go to Australia, and now that I’m here I’m stuck with Hydra. You’ve got to be kidding me. This just proves that everything in Australia is deadly.

 The door to the lab swings open and a man in a lab coat walks in holding a laptop. He sets it on the table in front of you and Rumlow and pulls open the computer, starting the webcam up. You can see yourself; you had been changed into scrubs, and have a nasty cut across your cheek and your body is littered in bruises and cuts. You don’t see anything majorly wrong with you, so you look over to Brock.

  “What’s with the webcam? Thinking of starting your own video series? How to become  a douchey Scumbag, by Brock Rumlow.” You snort at yourself, but Rumlow doesn’t look amused. He leans toward you, taking your jaw in his metal hand and squeezing it tightly.

“Watch yourself Princess, I don’t want to have to start the show without my audience.”   What the fresh Hell is he talking about, an audience? He’s got more screws loose than Ultron. He releases your jaw, and returns to his seat next to your medical table. He pushes a tray out from behind him that you didn’t see before. You catch a glimpse of what it contains, and take in a sharp breath. It was filled with a variety of different, sharp blades. I’m screwed.

  “You really are just a ball of attitude. I don’t know how they deal with you. We’re going to make a little call to your friends in New York. Let them suffer a little.” This is perfect, if I can give them any sort of hint of where I am they’ll find me.

  You think about anything that could hint at Australia without letting Brock know what you’re doing. You come up blank; there’s nothing you can do to save yourself. I’m going to die here, awesome. I didn’t even get to fuck Barnes yet, what a cruel way to go.

 Rumlow makes his way to the computer, speaking with one of the men that came in. Another man walks in, wheeling a different cart. You can’t really tell what it is, but just assume it’s bad.

 "Did you find a way to get into the Starks receiver?“

  One of them nods, and hits the call button. Before you know it, Tony’s face appears on the screen.

 "TONY!” You start to yell, but Brock turns to you and, without warning, swings his metal hand onto your cut cheek. You can feel blood start to come out of the corner of your mouth, you spit the blood on the floor and laugh.

 "You hit like a bitch.“

 "This is going to be fun.” Brock laughs before he turns to face the camera. While Brock was dealing with you, Tony must have called the team over to him. You start to squirm on the table when you realize they can all see you.

 "Surprise surprise, Avengers. Couldn’t get rid of me that easy. Y/n, aren’t you going to say hi to your friends?“ You look straight in the camera and smile as you open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off.


 "Be careful what you say, Kitten.” You see Bucky storm closer to the camera.

“Rumlow, I swear, I will find you. And when I do, you can’t imagine what I’ll do to you.” Well, now I know he’s even hot when he’s pissed. Can he just have one moment where he’s ugly? Jesus.His voice is music to your ears. Rumlow moves to the laptop, canceling out the audio on your end. You can’t hear what they are saying, but can see their mouths going.

 "They can still hear you sweetheart, say hello.“

  You look to the camera and you force the tears down, but don’t speak. Brock faces you again and drives a hard punch at your eye. You let out a sob, still keeping your silence.

  "Seems like someone’s a little camera shy. Maybe I should break her in, don’t you think?” Rumlow is sporting a sick grin as he moves to the newer cart that was wheeled in. He takes four little round pads off the top that are attached to a bunch of wires. It takes you a minute to figure out what it is, but as soon as he’s attached them to your temples and your chest, you know what they are. If I make it out of this, I swear I’m going to kill him 20 different fucking ways.

 He moves in front of the camera and smiles, waving the remote in his hand. Before you know it, you feel mind numbing pain shooting through every inch of you. You can’t contain the scream that ripples through you.

 "Keep talking to them. Now,“ he instructs, and you comply.  

 You let out a small sob. "Guys, I can’t hear you, but it’ll be okay.” Another lighter shock makes its way through you. "Do me a favor, whatever happens to me, know it’s not your fault. It’s this dickbag’s fault.” Instead of a shock, you feel one of the blades being shoved under your collarbone.

  Another shriek falls out of your mouth. You try to focus on the computer instead of on the pain. You look and only see Bucky staring at you with what you can only describe as pure rage. You take in his surroundings, noticing seats in the background. Not just any seats though, seats with safety belts.

 Are they on the jet? THEY KNOW WHERE I AM.  A smile spreads across your face and you start laughing like a jackal. Rumlow sends another volt of electricity through you, stronger than the others. It makes your muscles lock up around your entire body, along with the feeling of pins and needles at your extremities. After a minute, you start to laugh again, making Brock come at you delivering blow after blow to your torso. You’re holding on to your consciousness, barely though. You keep laughing and it’s driving him insane.

 "You’re one crazy bitch, you know that?“

"And you’re one ugly, stupid son of a bitch, you know that?”

  He shoves his finger into the opening in your arm from the blade. You cry out, letting the tears pour down your cheeks. A smug grin makes its way to his face. You move your focus to the computer, only to notice none of the team is on the screen. Please for the love of God, be here.

  You hear Brock click the button on the remote, sending what feels like the highest volt of power through you yet.You can feel blood start dripping out of your nose from that one. After that, time starts to blur together. He stops with the shocks and starts with the blades again. He rips open the scrub top you are wearing and begins dragging the blade lightly over your abdomen and chest. Not deep enough for you to bleed to death, but painful all the same. He decides that the pain must not be high enough, because he pours some type of alcohol onto the wounds. You start screaming and pushing against your restraints until they start cutting into your body from the resistance.

Maybe they aren’t coming for me. This is how I’m going to die. Alone and in pain, at the hands of Hydra.

  Brock puts down the tools down and runs his fingers down the lines of you jaw. “What a shame, such a pretty face wasted on Barnes.”

“Go to Hell, Rumlow,” you mutter. “When they find you, you’re going to wish you died under that damn building.”

“Now that’s a little rude. You’d be dead if it wasn’t for me.” You let out a dry laugh. He twirls your hair in his fingers like before and adds, “Ross ordered a hit to kill you, not bring you in. I took it into my own hands to keep you alive and play a little bit. You’re going to made a great addition to Hydra, Kitten.”

 "Stop fucking calling me that, you psychotic asshat. I’m not your Kitten, and I’m not a Hydra agent, and I’ll never be one. Only bastards like you think what Hydra does is good. Don’t you think Ross is going to be a little peeved that you disregarded a direct order, bitch boy?“  You hear him growl and see him reach for the biggest blade on the stand. Way to go Y/n, you’re not suppose to poke the damn bear. Oh well.

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Before he could reach you, the room lights up red and an alarm blares.

  "Well that’s fucking annoying. Looks like you have company, bitch boy.” Please be them.

  He leaves the room. You don’t know how long he’s gone, but the alarm’s still screeching and the red light is starting to hurt your eyes. You hear the door open, assuming its Rumlow you laugh.

  “Good to see you still have sense of humor, Doll.” The voice doesn’t belong to Rumlow. Tears start running down your face at the sound. Bucky? Oh my god.

“Buck?” Your voice is quiet. You turn your head to see him. Please don’t be a dream.

  “It’s me, Y/n. Let’s get you out of here.” He makes his way towards you, grabbing a blade off the stand, and starts cutting your restraints. You try not to wince when the blade gets close to you, but he notices anyway. He puts a hand on your cheek lightly, “Doll, I promise that I’ll protect you and get you home.” He speaks into his comms, alerting the team he has you.

When you look up, you see Rumlow sneaking in behind him.

Your eyes widen as you shout, “Buck behind you!”

  Rumlow grabs him in a headlock, pulling him to the ground. You start trying to rip through the last of the restraints at your feet. You can hear fighting outside in the halls, and the echo of what you assume to be a shield bouncing off something. I can’t believe they found me.

  You look up to see Bucky and Rumlow in hand-to-hand combat . It looks like Bucky’s winning right now. You see him throw a set of punches at Brock, knocking him back a couple of feet. Rumlow pulls out his pistol, but Bucky knocks it out of his grip before he can shoot, sending it to the floor a couple feet away from you. Before you think of what you’re doing, you grab a blade and use what energy you have left to dive to the floor for the gun. Neither of the men notice your actions, as locked in battle as they are. Rumlow has the upper hand when you look back up. He has Barnes against the wall, his metal hand wrapped around his throat. You can see Bucky struggling, so you lunge forward. You jam the blade into Rumlow’s side. You immediately lift the gun, aiming it straight for Rumlow’s head.

  You see his shoulder start to shake, and realize he’s laughing. He drops Bucky to the ground, and Bucky starts coughing as he attempts to breathe again.

  Rumlow starts to speak as he turn around, “You dumb bitch! You think stabbing me will stop me?”

 As he turns fully towards you, you smile. “No, but this will.”

  You send four shots his way before he can even take a step towards you. Two make it into the left side of his chest, one on his right, and the last lucky shot in between his eyes. Thank God for the nerf gun wars with Sammy. His body falls to the floor with a thud. Bucky’s head snaps up to look at you. Even after you see the blood leaking out of Rumlow’s body, you get closer and release the rest of the clip into his body. You don’t realize you’re still pulling the trigger after it’s empty, until Bucky slowly takes the gun away from you. Your eyes are wide, and you’re shaking uncontrollably. Your knees give out, but Bucky catches you before you can hit the ground. You didn’t notice when Steve came in the room, nor do you know how much he saw. He looks beaten up, but you’ve see him worse. He sends you a relieved smile before Bucky asks him to take care of Rumlow while he carries you back to the jet.

 You sit on the jet with an IV attached to your uninjured arm, with the arm that was stabbed sitting in a sling. You feel like shit. The team has stayed silent since the quinjet took off. Bucky’s next to you, with his arm wrapped around your shoulders. It feels like it’s been hours, yet no one has said anything since he carried you on to the jet. 

 "How did you find me?“ Your voice sounds normal, and you distantly wonder if you’re in shock. Everyone turns to you, but it’s Tony who answers.

  "You remember those diamond earrings I bought you when you first moved in?” You nod. You haven’t taken those off since he gave them to you. But you’re not understanding why he’s asking.

 "Well…those may or may not have been tracking devices so I could see where you went when you leave the tower. Better safe than sorry, right?“ Your eyes fill with tears. You let the blanket fall off your shoulder as you push yourself up and stumble towards Tony. You throw your good arm around him, ignoring the pain, and sob into his shoulder.

  "I have never loved you more for being a creep than I do right now, Anthony Stark.” The team erupts in a fit of awkward laughter, and you join in. You make your way to every member of the team, awkwardly hugging them and thanking them. When you get to Sam, you pull him into as tight of a hug as you can. You let the tears you’ve been holding in pour out.

 "I thought I’d never see you again, Sammy.“ You sniffle and pull away from him a little.

      A couple tears make their way down his face. "You really thought Barnes or I were going to let that happen? Listen, you’re tough, but we’re the superheroes. But I guess it was impressive, for a civilian.” You roll your eyes and let out a snort of amusement. You grab Sam’s ear and tug on it hard. He lets out groan, and you hear everyone try to stifle their laughs.

  “Call me a civilian in that tone again, and I will shove your wings down your beak, Bird Boy. Did you forget who used to win all our nerf gun wars at the apartment? I’m surprised you don’t have a permanent dart indent on your forehead from those days.” He grumbles and shoos you away. Before you walk away from him, you lean up and plant a gentle kiss on his cheek.

  You go back to your seat by Bucky and take his hand in yours. You feel his eyes on you, but you don’t look his way.

  “You know Doll, you just kissed Sam before you kissed me.” You feel a blush blossom across your cheeks. Damn it, Bucky.  You turn to him, touching his cheek gently as he leans closer, pushing his lips against yours. It was a tender kiss, but you know if you don’t pull away, you’ll want it to be more. You know this isn’t the time or place for that, and honestly you’re body is already fighting not to give into the pain and exhaustion, so you pull yourself away.

  “Thank you for saving me, James,” you whisper. You don’t think anyone else heard you, but of course Tony did and just has to make a comment on it.

“Well technically I saved you too… I’ll take my kiss now.” He puckers his lips, so you decide he deserves at least a kiss on the cheek. Before you get to him, Clint cuts in.

“Technically she saved herself. She’s the one who killed Rumlow.” Oh yeah, I did that. Go me !

  You stop in your tracks, letting out a small laugh. Tony looks a little defeated while Bucky just has a proud grin on his face.

“What can I say? My girl’s a fighter.” Everyone laughs and agrees.

“Who said I’m your girl, Barnes?” You stick your one hand on your hip and glance at him. You hear a series of “ooohss” and “Damns ” from the team. He blushes and sends you a wink.

 "Who would say no to this?“ He points to his smile and body, making you roll your eyes even further into the back on your head.

  What a cheeky bastard. You walk in front of him, and sit yourself in his lap, his arms gently snaking around your waist. You smile down at him and wrap your arm around him, ignoring the pain in your torso, and place a kiss on his nose before you rest your head against his. You end up falling asleep for the rest of the ride home, cradled in his arms on his lap.


It was a couple hours before you made it back to the tower. As soon as you do, you get set in a wheelchair (this time you don’t bothering arguing against it) and pushed by Bucky down to the MedBay. When you get in, Helen is already prepared for you. 

   Helen walks over to you. "We have to stop meeting like this, Y/n.” You laugh and hug her tightly, albeit awkwardly. You can tell it catches her off guard, but she hugs you back tightly. “Come on, we have to do brain and heart scans to see if the electric shocks caused any serious damage. The we can take a look at the other wounds” You gesture for her to lead the way and Bucky pushes you in the right direction.

  After all the tests are done and everything is patched up, Helen fills you in on the results.

   “There doesn’t seem to be too much trauma. Your body had time to relax and slightly repair itself between the time the of the shocks, which helped to avoid too much serious nerve damage. And although it must of caused immense pain at the time, it doesn’t appear that Rumlow used that high of shocks on you. It’s a torture method common in Hydra for when they want to keep someone alive but still inflict pain. Your body was so exhausted that it intensified the pain of the shocks it endured.”  You’re surprised, you could have sworn the shocks were worse, but what Helen says makes sense.  Before you reply to her,  Bucky comes back into the room.

“Is she ready to go, Doc?” He asks. You manage to get up and head towards him, lacing your fingers with his when you get to him. Helen nods, and Bucky helps you to the elevator. You keep trying to rush there, but Bucky forces you to slow down. When the elevator doors shut, he chuckles.

   "A little impatient, Doll?”  Oh Barnes, you’ve got no idea what’s coming.

   You pull the emergency stop on the elevator, and turn to him. You ignore the pain in your body, and use your one hand to shove him against the back wall of the elevator. His eyes go wider than you’ve ever seen, and you just send him a sweet smile before pouncing on him. You close the space between your bodies, leaning up you run your hand up from his chest and into his hair. You can see his lips start to part, and you make your move. You push yourself up and crash your lips to his. It becomes a hungry, heated kiss. And you couldn’t be fucking happier.

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  Bucky gains the upper hand and slides his hands to the back of your thighs, signaling you to jump. You understand, and jump straight up. Your bodies are pressed together, as are your lips. You start move yourself against him,  the friction making the heat in your body intensify. You separate your lips so you both can breath. Bucky places you on your feet, and you pout at him. He lets out a chuckle and gives you a quick peck on the lips. His mouth makes its way to your neck, biting hard enough to leave a mark and then soothing the pain with a sweet kiss. He goes to slide his hands under your shirt, until he’s interrupted by Stark’s voice.

  “Listen, I know it’s been a while for you two, but some of us need the elevator for things other than sex, like ya know, transportation.” You groan and shove Bucky away. He rolls his eyes, and Tony’s voice blares through the speakers again.

  “We’re having a meeting in five minutes. Y/n, we need to know what Rumlow said while he had you. See you in the conference room, kids.”

  You restart the elevator and lean against the back wall next to Bucky. “How do we always get interrupted?” You ask. Exhaustion is starting to kick in both physically and mentally. You feel every ache in your body. Ugh, everything hurts now. The pain must be evident on your face because Bucky turns and lifts you bridal style again as the doors open.

You send him a questioning glare, he chuckles as a reply. “I’m assuming the reality of your injuries is setting in. Plus, you haven’t had a decent amount of sleep, so put that all together and you’re pretty much death walking. You were literally just slumped against the wall, Y/n.” You roll your eyes, but lean in and kiss his cheek. He blushes instantly, making you giggle.

“Don’t worry Sarg, when I’m healed I’ve got a hell of a night planned for us.” You wink, making him turn even redder. I can’t fucking wait.

  You both arrive at the conference room, and the meeting starts. You tell the team everything Rumlow said to you: about how he survived, Ross’s order, everything. When the meeting ends, Clint takes you back to Helen, suggesting she puts you in some cradle thing she created. You have no idea what it is, but you agree. You fell asleep before they even had the lid on it, but it really did help. Most of the cuts on your torso were gone, and you just had a little muscle soreness in your shoulder from the stab wound. What a life saver.  After that, you head straight to your bed and you fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.


The next day, you spend time with the entire team. No one brings up Rumlow or Ross,  it’s just a simple day of relaxing. You start to wonder what’s going to happen to Ross, but when you asked Steve about earlier he told you not to worry, that it’s being taken care of. Whatever that means. By the end of the day, you’re exhausted again. You drag Bucky to bed with you. He lays down on your bed, but instead of laying next to him, you crawl over and straddle him.

   He raises an eyebrow. “What do you think you’re doing sweetheart?” He asks with a playful tone.

 You answer by smirking and giving him a wink. You trace the lines of his chest, then slide your hands under his shirt. You can feel his muscles tense under your hands as you feel your way around his body. You lean over, hovering your lips over his for a moment, before connecting them in a passionate kiss. The kiss starts of passionate from the start, your tongues moving with each other, but it doesn’t seem to be enough for either of you right now. You move from his lips down to his neck, kissing all the way until you reach his shirt. He leans up, removing his shirt, and you follow suit. Within seconds, you’re naked and on top of him, grinding your hips down onto his, still teasing him. He rolls you both over so he’s on top now.

"Teasing isn’t very nice, Y/n.” You look up at him and bite your lip. That sends him into overdrive .He dips his head and takes one of your nipples into his mouth while he gently massages the other breast with his hand. He switches off between the two, making you squirm and moan. You weave your hands in his hair, tugging on it

.He lets go of your nipple with a loud pop, and looks up at you.

  “Bucky please.” It comes out as a needy whisper. Your hair is splayed over your pillows and your lips are swollen and parted.

  “I think this is my new favorite view,” he mumbles as he moves his hand down between your legs, sliding his fingers into your folds. “Is all this for me doll?” You whimper and nod. He slides his fingers through again, then slowly enters one finger into you.

  You squirm, wanting more. “Bucky please! I can’t take it! Do something!”

  He chuckles and starts moving his finger faster, adding another finger, while his thumb circles your clit. By now, you’re arching your back into him, trying to move your hips faster. He slows his fingers down, then pulls them out. He opens his mouth to ask you something, but before he could say anything you beat him there.


 "I have a birth control implant, so stop teasing me already!“ It comes out more desperate than you want, but at this point you don’t care. 

  Bucky leans down, putting his lips to yours in a slow and passionate kiss. He begins gliding the tip of his cock back and forth through your folds. You’re about to start begging him again, but he guides his hard cock to your entrance.

  "Oh fuck,” you moan. “James…” He pushes his cock in slowly. You could feel it stretching you, and he waited a moment to adjust before starting to slowly thrust into you. It isn’t long before you’re begging him for more. He starts snapping his hips into you hard but slow, and you try to control the moans that slips out. You start moving your hips in sync with his. You can tell he’s trying to be careful, holding back so he doesn’t hurt you. But your wound so tightly, you need him to fucking you, not making love to you. That could happen later.

“I’m not going to break. Don’t hold back, Sergeant.” That must have set something off in him, because the gentleness is gone in seconds. He rolls over and you straddle him. You fully sink down onto his hard cock. Once you start bouncing and fucking yourself on his dick, every thought leaves your mind. You smirk down at him, placing your hands on his chest to keep yourself up. His hands are on your hips, holding you tight enough that you’re sure there will be bruises, as he guides you on his length.

  “Fuck Kitten, you look so good like this. You feel so good wrapped around me,” Bucky growls. He starts thrusting up into you as you ride him, hitting your g spot over and over. A loud moan rips its way out of you, and you start moving faster.

  He leans up, and starts swirling his tongue around your nipple a couple times before laying back down. He starts pounding into you, faster and harder than anything you’ve ever experienced. All that’s coming out of your mouth are whimpers. The pressure keeps building within you. All it takes is him snaking his hand down to rub your clit  to bring you right to the edge.

  You let out a loud moan. “Buck, I’m about to…”

  “Come for me, Doll.” He thrusts into you harder. Your vision clouds over as you reach your climax. You feel heat rush through your body and your heart hammers in your chest. You scream Bucky’s name and distantly hear him moan in response.

  “Oh God, Y/n, I’m going to cum.” You feel his muscles tense and he lets out a string of curses as he comes undone inside you.

 You both take a moment to breathe before you slowly pull yourself off him, and flop yourself face first back onto your bed.

  You can hear him chuckle, and you turn your body to face him.

  “I’m pretty surprised no one cockblocked us this time,” He says. You let out a laugh but,  before you can respond, Sam’s voice makes its way to you.

"Are you done now, Sergeant.” Oh my God, Sam.

  You start laughing hysterically, poor Bucky is as red as a tomato. Sam and Steve walk into the room, and Steve is almost as red as Buck. You hurry to cover yourself with a blanket, before bursting out laughing. Sam just wiggles his eyebrows at you before speaking.

  “Next time, put a fucking sock in the hallway or something. Warn a man, you animals. And get Stark to give you your own damn floor. I don’t need to see this.”

  You roll your eyes, ” Is there something you two needed? Or were you just coming for the show?“ You wink at Steve, he looks down at his feet. Bucky and Sam let out obnoxious laughs. Poor Steve, he’s too innocent to be friends with these two.

  "We just wanted to see if you guys are down for a movie night, but if you’re busy-”

You interrupt Steve before he can finish, “I love movie nights! We’re in.”

  They leave so you and Bucky can get yourselves ready. After you’re both dressed and on the elevator, Bucky slides his hand into yours.

“Hey Y/n?” His voice has a shy tone to it that surprises you. You’ve never really seen him be shy.

“Yeah Buck?”

“I love you.”

  You  feel your eyes go wide at what he said. You squeeze his hand, and let a shaky breath go while you try not to cry.

 "I love you too, James.“ You smile at one another before getting off the elevator to join your friends. You look out at the common room and see the group that’s become your family recently, and you can’t imagine life without them anymore. This is all I’ll ever need.

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I Never Planned on You - Pietro Maximoff x Stark!(f)Reader

Words: 2569 (What the fuck this never happens)
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Stark!(f)Reader
Featuring: Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, a few random characters
Warnings: swearing, yelling, cheesey
Requested by anon
Can you please do one with Pietro to I Never Planned on You from Newsies? Thank you!
Authors Note: You guys have no idea how excited I was to do this and I’ve been working on it for so long i hope it makes up for the lack of imagines from the past week. very much so based off the newsies show. even parts that weren’t in the song. i was excited.

Also, little summary: you are Y/N Stark but use a different last name while working. You own your own magazine company and you and your assistant, Jeremy, are headed to New York for a few different reasons. A speedy silver-haired boy sees you, and who knows what happens from there?

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Pietro Maserlist. Masterlist.


You liked to keep it a secret that you are a Stark. Tony, as the older sibling, would carry on the Stark name to make something of himself and honor your parents. But as the second born and younger sibling, you had more freedom. You did not want to be bound to the Stark name and seen as “Tony Stark’s sister” or “another Stark” because that isn’t who you are. You knew you were one-hundred-percent capable of making it on your own, hence why you used a different last name when working.

It wasn’t important that you were a Stark. It was nice not to get compared to Tony as being merely the younger sibling, and you had more recognition than you would have had if you kept the Stark name. But that didn’t change the love you had for your brother, as you and him at least text every day.

It was funny when they did compare you, though. Your company did not have the size the Stark did, but it was getting there.

“Jeremy,” You called out to your assistant, and he walked quickly inside your office.

“Yes?” He asked as he stood at your door.

“When do we leave for my jet?” You asked. Your name may not be as big as the Stark name, but the Stark name is a really big thing; so you were a decent size. And to many surprises, you are able to have your own plane.

“About two hours, Miss (Y/N),” Jeremy smiled after looking at his schedule.

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All Tangled Up

Original request from my darling rose @formyfandoms:  Good Evening, Miss Erin! I was here, wondering if I could get a request? I’m thinking maybe a Steve thing, where your super close to Tony, Bruce and Vision, until one night, you’re having a super tough time, and the three are busy with one thing or another, and Stevie, who let’s say has been ‘crushing’ invites himself into your room to watch Netflix, and have cuddles, and then falls asleep with you, and wakes up cuddling you, and lil kisses? If you can do this, thank thank you so much! Love you!

A/N: Okay, it might not be 100000% true to the prompt, but it’s damn near close and I’m pretty proud of it. I really hope you like it!!!!

Pairing: StevexReader

Word Count: 1615

Warnings: None


“Bruce, where are you guys?”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N), but Tony and I were asked to bring Vision to the New York sanctum. You know that Strange has been trying to study all of the infinity stones he has access to.”

“Bruce…”

“We don’t know what his magic can do, and we don’t want to piss him off. You know what happened last time we underestimated someone with manipulative powers.”’

“Yeah, I know.”

“I know it’s tough, but I promise we’ll be home as soon as we possibly can.”

I nod, regardless of whether or not he can see. “Okay. Alright, I can work with that.”

“What?” Bruce’s voice sounds distant, like he’s holding the phone away from his face. “It’s (Y/N). What? Tony, you have to look at me when you’re talking to me. Tony-Tony, please, I’m trying to talk to- what?” I hear him sigh in exasperation. “He wants to know if he can talk to you.”

“Of course he can.”

The other end is silent as Bruce hands off the phone to Tony. “Hey, kid, how’s it going?”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not a kid, Tony.”

“Whatever,” He laughs. “What’s up? You doing okay?”

“I’m having a rough day. I miss you guys.”

“We should be home soon, don’t worry. We could be done faster if Mr. Mysterious would let go of Vision’s head and let him show the good doctor what he can do!”  From the volume of his voice I can only assume he’s leaning away from the phone and yelling at the sorcerer, trying to get him to do what he wants.

“It’s okay, Tony. I can figure out how to deal until you get back.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, just don’t get yourself killed while you’re there.” My brow furrows. “Sounds like you’re already picking a fight.”

“Don’t worry, (Y/N). The guy has some pretty fantastic facial hair. We’ll bond. Soon we’ll be awesome facial hair bros. It’s going to happen. Just you wait and see.”

I laugh. “Don’t forget to trademark that one.”

“Don’t worry, I’m already contacting a paralegal to make sure it happens. I-what?” Tony’s voice fades away as he pulls the phone away from his mouth. “Sorry, looks like I have to let you go.”

“Okay,”

“We’ll see you as soon as we get back.”

“Alright, see you soon.”

The line goes dead and I flop down on my bed and stare at the ceiling.

“Hey, (Y/N), you alright?”

I turn my head towards the source of the voice and find Steve in the doorway of my room. I shrug and turn back to the ceiling. “I’m gonna be honest with you, Steve. I’m not really having the best day.”

“Oh?”

“Yup. I’m having a less than great day and my support system is probably somewhere in Manhattan, yucking it up with the sorcerer supreme.”

“What?”

“Tony, Bruce and Viz are at the New York sanctum so Doctor Strange can study the infinity stone stuck in Vision’s head and I miss them. A Lot.”

“Oh,” Steve’s tone indicates that he may have finally understood. “Is there anything I could do to help?”

I shrug again. “I don’t know. Unless you want to lay in bed with me all day and binge watch Glee, then the answer is probably gonna be ‘no’.”

He shrugs and saunters over to my bed, plopping down beside me and propping his socked feet up on the mattress. “What season are you on right now?” He asks, scooting up towards the headboard.

“Five,” I answer, heaving myself up into a sitting position and grabbing my laptop from beside my bed. He groans and lets his head fall back against the headboard with a quiet thud. I look at him with my eyebrows raised questioningly. “What?”

“Are you just starting the season?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I’m gonna cry.”

“Why?” I open up my laptop and select the first episode of the season. “Is Captain America a big fat softie?”

“I’ll have you know I am very in touch with my emotions.”

“Yeah, sure,” I snort and roll my eyes.

“Shh, watch the show.”

“What the fuck!?” I yell, slamming the laptop shut and rubbing tears away with the butt of my hand. “What the hell!”

“I told you!” Steve says, wiping away his own tears.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I have to listen to you.” I grouse. “Fucking Glee, messing with my emotions. Shit.”

“Do you need a hug?”

“Fuck you,” The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them. We sit silently for a moment before I turn to Steve and wrap my arms around his middle. “Yes.”

Steve laughs shakily and wraps his arms around my shoulders, shuffling us down the bed and pulling a blanket up and over us before opening my laptop again and starting the next episode. “It’ll get better.”

“Lies,” I growl into his chest. “Lies and slander.”

“Well, you’re just going to have to keep watching, now aren’t you?”

“Fine,” I grumble. “But I’m kicking your ass if it ends badly.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” He murmurs. I feel him smile against my hair as the next episode starts.

Somewhere around the middle of the Christmas special, I feel my eyelids growing heavy and I can’t stay awake any longer.

I drift in and out of consciousness, occasionally hearing the dialogue from the show in the background.

“Hey, doll, you still with me?” Steve asks quietly.

I shake my head no and press my face more firmly into his side, chasing after the warmth his body radiates.

I feel a laugh rumble through his chest and his body shifts a little before he pulls the covers up to my shoulders. He rolls onto his side and rests his arm over my waist, his warmth seeping through the blankets.

I hum contentedly and cuddle into him before drifting off completely.

If (Y/N) could see the stupid smile plastered on Steve’s face, she would probably laugh. He fondly remembers her teasing over him crying over Glee and shakes his head.

She looks so incredibly peaceful and the way she’s pressed against his body makes his heart pound so hard that he’s certain (Y/N) can hear it.

He runs the pad of his thumb over her cheekbone before gently combing through her hair. She makes a quiet needy sound at the back of her throat and takes a fistful of his shirt to pull herself closer to him.

Steve swears his heart stops and he can’t help wrapping his arms around her. He doubts she would let him do this if she were anywhere close to lucid, but he’s glad that he gets to hold her while he can.

(Y/N) buries her face in his chest and Steve’s eyes shutter closed.

He falls asleep to the sound of (Y/N)’s gentle, even breathing.

“Steve?” His name is out of my mouth before I’m even fully awake.

“Hmm?” He hums sleepily, one of his hands gently combing through my hair.

“Did I fall asleep on you?”

I feel more than hear the chuckle that jolts through his chest. “Yeah, kind of.”

“Sorry,” I mumble, hiding my face against his chest. “Wait, are we cuddling?”

I feel Steve tense up and slowly move his arms away from my body. “Sorry…”

“I’m not saying that was an invitation to stop.” I say hastily, pulling his arms back around me. “Why would you be sorry?”

“Well, I mean… you were asleep and I just…” He looks away from me, a dark blush creeping across his cheeks. I carefully reach up and push his hair away from his forehead.

“Steve, just tell me.”

“You have to promise not to laugh.”

“You know I can’t promise that.” I lift my eyebrows at him, prompting him to continue.

He sighs loudly and rolls his eyes before taking another deep breath and answering my question.

“I’ve had a crush on you for so long and you just looked so content, I couldn’t help it.” He finally meets my eyes and I can’t help the smile that finds its way onto my face. “Why are you smiling?”

“Because your an adorable, bashful, dumb dork.” I shake my head. “I’ve probably had a crush on you since I joined the team.”

“You what?!”

“I can’t believe you didn’t notice!”

“How could I have?!”

“How could you not, Cap?” Tony’s voice sounds from the doorway. “What with her constant mooning over you always saying things like, “Oh, Steve is so handsome! He’s so strong and capable!” He says in a mocking falsetto, his hands clasped together and fluttering his eyelashes. “I wish he’d let me show him what I’m capable of.”

“Okay, that’s quite enough from you!” I declare, grabbing one of my throw pillows and chucking it at Tony’s head.

“Hey!” Tony protests, batting the pillow out of the air.

“Get outta here!” I say, holding up another pillow.

“Okay, okay! I’ll leave you two to your gross shenanigans.” Tony says, running away from the second throw pillow as it sails through the air towards him.

I settle back into Steve and he chuckles softly.

“So you like me, huh?” Steve murmurs.

“Oh shut up,” I mutter, pulling his face down to mine and pressing my lips against his. He smiles against my mouth and wraps his arms around my middle, pulling me against his body before deepening the kiss.

He breaks away and peppers kisses across my cheeks and around my lips before pressing a chaste kiss against my lips. “As long as you keep kissing me like that, I’ll do anything you say, doll.”


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Crash into Me

(Juice x OC Janna)

Special thank you to my girls @chaosmieu & @juiceboxxortiz !! Y'all are the best!! And I love you😘😘

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz



(Gif not mine)

“Fuck! Hot hot hot Aahh shit shit shit!” One tiny bump on the road and her hot tea was all over her.

“OH MY GOD!!” Janna had taken her hand off the wheel trying to brush off the burning when the truck drifted into the oncoming lane and she looked up to see a black Harley coming at her. Grabbing the wheel she cut it back just in time to not hit the biker, but not fast enough that he too didn’t have to swerve out of the way. Looking back Janna saw the back tire come out from under him, and the bike and it’s rider go sliding off the road. Slamming on the breaks Janna jumped from the truck and ran across the road.

“Please don’t be dead, Please don’t be dead, Please don’t be dead, Please don’t be dead…” She repeated over and over as she dropped to her knees next to the man and crawled over him.

She didn’t even hear the bikes over her own panicked murmuring but suddenly there were three more men surrounding her and the unconscious man that she pulled into her lap.

“Juicy Boy!” A thick Scottish accent called out. Ripping off his gloves he held a hand to the mans throat. “He’s alive.”

“Oh thank God.” Janna exclaimed and wrapped herself around the unconscious man’s head. “You’re ok you’re alive oh thank God you’re alive. ”

“Am I?” She heard a muffled voice come from her chest. Looking down she realized she had smashed his face into her boobs hugging him in relief that he was alright.

“Ya know usually I’ve gotta buy a girl a few drinks first?” He smirked up at her.

“Well I guess you can have a pass since I nearly killed you and all.” She smiled down at him. “I’m Janna.”

“Juice.” He replied

Suddenly she was confused “I have tea in the truck? Is that ok?” She asked

“No” He laughed “my name, it’s Juice.”

“Oh!” Blushing as she began to help him sit up. He hissed in pain when she touched his shoulder. “Oh my God. I am so sorry. Is it broken?”

Chibs had come up behind him inspecting the joint. “Nah jus dislocated.” He announced. “Jacky Boy hold him.” Jax knelt down infront of Juice and helped brace him. “Ready?” Chibs asked. Nodding that he was Chibs took hold of his arm. “On three lad. One..” POP.

“Aahh fuck Chibby what happend to two and three?”

“Sorry?” He said sarcastically with a smirk.

“Sack and Dog just took the tow truck out for repos.” Opie said walking up to them. “I don’t know how we’re gonna get the bike back it may have to just sit here.”

“Load it in my truck. I’ll take it where ever you need me to.” Janna said.

“You don’t..” Juice started.

“No! I do I am the reason for all of this I really insist. The keys are still in it bring it around straps are in the tool box.” She told Opie.

Opie looked to Jax for the ok who shrugged and looked to Juice. It was his bike after all. “You’re sure?” Juice asked her.

“Yes! I’ll even take you to the hos..”

“NO!” all four men jumped in.

At her startled look Jax jumped in. “Sorry darlin we just…. don’t do hospitals.”

“But hes..” She began to protest.

“My shoulders fine and the rest is road rash and pain. That’s nothing alcohol can’t fix.” He smiled reassuringly.

“Ok.” She replied still a bit startled by all four yelling at once.

Opie jogged across the highway and pulled the truck around. Dropping the tailgate he noticed a collapsing ramp and a large toolbox across the bed of the truck. Looking back to the petite woman then again at the truck where he also began to notice in the corners held car parts then back to her a question formed in his mind.

Seeing the look she was all to familiar with she answered before he could ask. “I’m a mechanic.” The men all turned to her with varying looks on their faces. “What? Girls can’t be mechanics now?”

All their looks turned to impressed and Opie pulled the ramp out as Jax helped Chibs pull Juice to his feet. “Aahh shit.” He grumbled trying to put weight on his foot. “I think I sprained my ankle too.”

“Aye, let’s get ya to the club house.” Chibs suggested.

“I’ll call Tara on the way.” Jax promised “You got him?” He asked Chibs.

“Aye.” He mumbled and started helping Juice to the passenger side while Jax helped Opie load and strap down the bike.

Once Juice was settled and the bike secure, Janna hopped into the driver’s seat and waited for instructions on where to go. Jax walked up to the driver’s window after calling Tara to meet them at the club house.

Looking past Janna in the truck he saw Juice holding his eyes closed and breathing deeply. “You alright man?” Juice nodded.

“I think he’s got a concussion.” She said to Jax. Noticing his face had gone pale with nausea Jax nodded in agreement.

“Follow us. If you have to stop or get separated the place is Teller-Morrow. Just keep him talking and awake he can get you there.” Nodding she started the old diesel half ton.

Pulling out behind the bikes she saw Juice getting a bit more pale. “Here.” She reached over to the cup holder and handed him her yeti full of ice water.

Looking at the cup he was hesitant to take it. I don’t have cooties and I haven’t drank any yet today. Taking the stainless steel cup he sipped at the ice cold water and began to feel a bit more normal as his head cleared and his stomach settled. “Thanks. What is this?”

“Water?” She was confused then scared that she had caused him brain damage.

“No this.” He indicated the cup. It was big heavy and said Yeti on the lid and bottom of it.

“Oh a yeti cup. It’s amazing keeps my ice all day. I drink water with everything I always have two drinks my coke or tea and a water on the side.” She smiled.

Finally noticing her accent wasn’t anything he’d really heard outside of westerns he asked. “Where are you from?”

“Well I’m originally from Louisiana my mom moved us back to her hometown in Nebraska when I was 16. I went to trade school to be a mechanic in Wyoming and now I’m here.” She smiled “How bout you?”

“New York.” He smiled. “Moved here about…oohh… 6 years ago.”

“Why here?” She asked. She didn’t mean to sound like she was prying but Jax had told her to keep him talking and awake.

“It’s as far away from New York as I could get with what I had. I met Chibs and Jax and got sucked into the family. I’d never had anything like it so I stayed.”

She smiled at the look of nostalgia on his face. “How bout you? Why here?”

“Well I’m not really here yet. I’m still sort of passing through.” She sighed. “Although I am gonna have to find some work soon so here may be it for a while if I can. I’m starting to run low on money” She laughed at herself.

Finally really looking at her Juice wasn’t sure if she was really what he was seeing or if he had hit his head harder than he thought. As she drove down main street with the windows rolled down her hair blew around her face. He noticed her curved button nose had a smattering of freckles that extended over her cheeks and across the top of her forehead. Her hair was a natural mixture of light brown to various shades of blonde that got lighter as it reached the ends at just above her waist. When she looked over at him he was positive that he’d suffered brain damage because there was no way her eyes were real. One eye was a normal solid crystal blue while the other was actually a sea green color. “Whoa” He said when they locked eyes.

“Heterochromia.” She smirked.

“Uh bless you?”

“No heterochromia. It’s a mutation of the eye. I have it. That’s why they’re two different colors.” She laughed.

“Oh they’re really like that?” She laughed even harder nodding yes. “Good I was starting to think I’d hit my head harder than I thought.”

He smiled at her as their conversation ran out and she began to sing along with the radio. “Get ready to turn.” He spoke up just as she noticed the bikes ahead of her slowing down.

Pulling into the lot Janna parked her truck and jumped out to go around and help Juice climb down from the cab.

“Here Lass.” Chibs had parked and come behind her to help. They got him inside and on the couch.

Just then a brunette in blue scrubs with a med kit walked in. “Hey babe. Thanks for coming.” Jax told her with a smile.

“Hey Juice.” Tara looked at him with a smile. “Jax told me what happened.” She started while pulling out some pills and what she would need to clean him up. “Here take these and then tell me your version of the incident.”

After swallowing the pills he starts to tell Tara his side of the story. “Well I was riding my bike down 18, minding my own business. When this chick sees me, and she was like daaammmmnnnn and wanted my attention. I mean she could’ve just waved but she swerved her truck infront of me instead. And I was like oh shit slow down baby then the next thing I know all her wildest dreams are coming true because I woke up to her sliding me into third base.”

Juice looked up at Janna and winked at her.

“Well the pills are working.” Tara siged, looking over to Janna she smiled. “I’m Tara. I’m sort of the club doctor.”

“Janna.” She introduced herself. “I’m sort of the horrible human being who nearly killed an innocent man because I’m a total clutz and a general failure at being an adult.”

“It’s ok babe. I’m not that innocent.” Juice kind of slurred then blinked at her.

“Was that supposed to be a wink?”

“You know it.” He blinked again.

“Well he’s gonna be alright. His arm will be sore and the ankle isn’t broken or really sprained he just rolled it and bruised the top of his foot. The road rash on his arm and leg though that’s going to need regular cleaning. And he does indeed have a nasty bit of a concussion. He’s going to need help for a while until the skin heals and swelling goes down but he is definitely going to need some one for the next 24 hrs.” Tara explained to the group but mostly Janna as she seemed to be the only one paying attention.

Chibs and Jax began pointing and laughing as they watched Juice openly check out Jenna’s ass and reach for her only to miss when she’d shift her stance. Hearing Tara say he would be needing help for a while Jax got an idea to help his busted up brother out. “Where are you staying darlin?”

“What? Who me?” Janna was confused at suddenly being spoken to. “Umm my truck at the moment. I was actually passing through town looking for work.”

“I’ll tell you what you can take Juice’s place in the shop since we’ll be down a mechanic without him, as long as you also take care of him. Deal?” Jax offered trying to keep a straight face, but with Chibs and Opie giggling behind him it was hard.

“Uummm” Janna didn’t have a respond because she hardly knew what he had said.

“Great!” Jax smiled and clapped his hands together. “Chibs, Ope help me get him back in the truck.”

“Wait.” Janna ran after them finally processing what was going on once they were out the door and almost to her truck. “Are you sure he’ll be ok with that?”

“Yep.” The three said as they none too gently shoved a mostly passed out Juice into the cab of the pick up.

“But..” She started only to be cut off by Tara.

“Here are his pain meds and anti biotics..” Janna tried to keep up as she rattled of dosages and instructions for helping Juice. “Here I wrote down my number if you need anything.”

Tara rushed off and Janna was immediately caught by Chibs draping an arm around her shoulder. “Follow us love.” He instructed as he guided her to the driver’s door and opened it holding out his hand for her to climb in the seat with.

Sitting there she placed her hands on the wheel and looked over at Juice who she could see was squinting behind his sunglasses. “Is this ok with you Juice? That I’m staying at your house?”

“Of course baby.” He reached over and grabbed her hand planting a sloppy kiss to her knuckles and then falling back against the head rest.

Shocked by his handsy action Janna went to pull her hand from his grasp but he was really strong even in sleep. “Juice… Juice?” She poked his cheek with her other hand. Nope he was out. She tried to pull away again but to no avail. Sighing in defeat she reached awkwardly around the steering wheel and cranked the truck up.

anonymous asked:

Hey can you please explain the whole, "I don't want to hold your hand anymore," situation, and put a link to the website or interview where it came from? I can't seem to find anything about it.

“Luck and Circumstance: A Coming of Age in Hollywood, New York, and Points Beyond” by Michael Lindsay-Hogg, page 134.

Helpless [Lin-Manuel Miranda X Reader]

Request/Inspiration: @kaijasimagines “Okay so I’ve got an idea for a request 🌈💫 So the reader is playing Elizabeth, and while with everyday he just falls in love with her more and more and more 💕. Because I think we all need more Lin Manuel fluff ✨”

Summary: Your Broadway and love life journey.

A/N: I APOLOGIZE. THIS IS THE FIRST REQUEST I’VE EVER GOTTEN AND I KEEP BAILING ON IT. I’VE BEEN TRYING TO WRITE ON THIS FOR ALMOST EVERYDAY AND I’VE GOTTEN NO WHERE. I AM SO SORRY. This may seem a little similar to one of my other fics, I apologize.

Shoutout: @sunshinemiranda for helping me get on the right track. LOVE YOU!

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but honey, what are you scared of because you're graduating?

what am I going to do with my life? who will I loose when I leave school? all my friends? who is going to love me? will I love me? will I have enough money to travel? to try and find some peace of my own? will I realise that I won’t do anything with my life? will I learn to like my body? will I spend time in Berlin and Prague and maybe new York? can I stop wasting time? will I stop romanticising an idea of myself? will I want to grow up? live? 

Layover - cc ficlet

Title: Layover
Pairing: Chris/Darren
Length/Rating:  ~1,450 / PG
Summary: As requested, a small follow up to Departure.  Now where are my promised mimosas?

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Chris’ stomach twists in cold knots when the landing announcement sounds through the cabin otherwise quiet cabin. They’re arriving in Los Angeles and Chris doesn’t know what comes next.

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Shared Feelings (Tony X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Tony X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: None

FLUFF

Request: Can you do one where the reader is younger than Tony (liked early 20s not teen or anything) and he’s head over heals for her and always trys to buy her love, but she doesn’t need that because she already loves him❤❤


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Being in your twenties, no significant other, living in a small apartment in New York and demanding parents, you kind of dread seeing your parents and talking to your friends, as they always seemed interested in poking into your personal life.

They practically begged you to find anyone, literally anyone, to be your boyfriend. So when you dropped you liked Tony Stark, one of the Avengers whom you worked with on a daily basis, they retracted their statement.

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Marshall: Why Chadwick Boseman decided to play another historical figure

After playing Jackie Robinson (42) and James Brown (Get On Up), Chadwick Boseman wasn’t looking for another biopic. Yet he couldn’t resist the role of Thurgood Marshall in Marshall, in part because the script focuses on a racially charged case early in the future Supreme Court Justice’s career: Joseph Spell (Sterling K. Brown), a black chauffeur, is accused of sexually assaulting and trying to murder his boss Eleanor Strubing (Kate Hudson). Marshall, then an NAACP lawyer, is forced to depend on white attorney Sam Friedman (Josh Gad) after the judge forbids him to speak.

Below, Boseman previews his turn as the civil rights hero in Marshall.

ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY: You’ve played James Brown, Jackie Robinson, and Black Panther. What draws you to playing these culturally significant black figures?

CHADWICK BOSEMAN: All of them were different situations. I think with Marshall, the difference in it is that I had already said I was not looking to play a real person and especially not an important real person, a famous real person. He could’ve been somebody [whose] story we didn’t know, or some character we dug up from history that we weren’t aware of. But, to play Thurgood Marshall was just not in my scope, not in my focus. I was convinced of it because of the script, and I was convinced of it because [director Reginald Hudlin] essentially kept talking to me about it and [producer] Paula Wagner kept talking to me about it.


The other thing that kept me from doing it is that I didn’t feel like I looked like the character, but they convinced me that this story was not about his whole life; it was more about this particular case. How he looked, which may be a factor in other iterations of his story, if it was a longer version, it didn’t matter as much in this one. So, I think it was all those factors that drew me specifically to this one. The other two [roles had] small things. It’s not like I’m necessarily looking for important black figures. Like James Brown, it just kept calling me at a certain point when I saying no; it was like James Brown was calling me himself. And Jackie Robinson, there was no way in the world I wasn’t going to do that. So, it was sought after not just by me but by a lot of people. They all were a little bit different in how they came to me.

What about the script attracted you to this film? Was it the fact that it was focusing on this one particular case?
Yeah, it was a more obscure case, and I felt like the banter between Marshall and Sam Friedman was really interesting and fun. It turned into a buddy movie as opposed to just a courtroom drama. It turned into a whodunit at certain moments, as well. I think it had a lot of flexibility in it to keep the audience interested, and I felt like it was a character I had not played before. I’m always looking for a challenge. Each one of these roles has been its own challenge. The thing I think I loved the most was the fact that he has to work this case without talking. He’s gagged. It’s like being a boxer, having one hand tied around your back. To quarterback this thing with another lawyer who is inexperienced was really interesting to me.

This movie does feel like a buddy comedy in places. Can you describe Marshall and Sam’s relationship?
Marshall is much more experienced than he is. So, he is in some ways a mentor to Sam, and he’s antagonistic toward [him] at times as well. I think it gets to the point where there’s a mutual respect because they’re on the same road, they’re fighting the same battles; they have a common enemy. But, I think for a greater part of the movie, Sam is gaining, and he has a need to gain it as well, Marshall’s respect for actually doing this, for actually battling it out in a courtroom. For a large part of the movie, it’s like if Thurgood could do this without him, he would. He definitely would do it without him. So, he’s a nuisance to him for at least half the movie. That makes for a lot of fun at the end of the day. You know, a lot of times you see movies now where the black guy is the sidekick. In this case, it’s switched where it’s not that Sam is a sidekick but he’s definitely not Batman in this situation. I think all of that allows us to look at ourselves and look at race and laugh at it in a certain way. Again, that part was the most fun, working with him, and also working with Sterling, even though our scenes weren’t as fun, but he’s a great actor as well.


Did you guys do anything to work on that chemistry together or was it there from day 1?
I think it was sort of there from the beginning. He’s a great actor, like I said, and I like bouncing off of actors who have the skill to do it, who have the skill to improv, who have the skill to play around. We listen to each other. I think it definitely grew as we went along as we continued to play together. [We] went out to eat with each other a few times. You get to know people that you work with. I don’t think it was like we tried to do anything extraordinary. It was just in the course of filming and being in Buffalo, New York, it’s not a whole lot to do, but finding those things to do in certain moments, it helps you.

What do you hope people take away from this movie after seeing it?
It’s an uplifting movie in a lot of ways. What I enjoy most is the two of them working together. That’s the important thing for us to see is that people who have different views can come to a point where they find what’s important and they work for that. I think that is the most of important thing to take away off the top of my head. And just the sense of who Thurgood Marshall was. He was once known as the Joe Lewis of the courtroom. I think of if you can get a sense of his courage and his willingness to fight yet believing in the system, actually, then you got what we were going for. Source: http://ew.com/movies/2017/08/15/marshall-chadwick-boseman-interview/

Concrete Jungle

So there’s the mutation that you’re trying to hide, which is hard enough by itself, but now there’s this new school and cheerleading and cello and midterms and your tutor, Peter, who you’re starting to like, and Spider-Man, who you already do, and you just wish everything would slow down and give you a break for once.


author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)

pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

word count: 1257

author’s note: This is a fluff fic, so please do not ask for smut in this series. If you want me to continue this, let me know. If not thhhhen we can pretend like this never happened.

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Who is in Control - Part 13

Word counting: 1.2k
Chapter Summary: You go after Scott Lang. our past decides to show p.
Notes: Keep in mind: Age of Ultron Never happened here. Gifs are from google or tumblr.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader; Tony Stark x Mutant!Reader (Fraternal)
Present characters: Female Mutant Reader, Steve Rogers, Scott Lang, Unnamed Female Character (Reader’s Mother)
Chapter: 12/??
Chapter name: Haunted 
Warnings: Angst. Steve is the best friend you could ask for. Mentions of light injury to the reader.

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Y/N sighed as she left the bathroom, closing the clasps of her bra and quickly pulling up her panties and turning around when she heard footsteps behind her.

She didn’t bother to cover herself when she saw it was Barnes who was staring at her body, and he have her a smugly look.

Silently, he walked towards her slowly until her back was against the dresser and pulled out a folder from behind his back, leaving it on the dresser.

“You don’t have to thank me.” He whispered, exiting the room, but before he could leave his eyes landed on the purple bruises on her waist, his brows smashing together and a deep frown forming on his lips.

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He’s Got You High

For @a-simple-rainbow. ♥♥♥

She wanted something based on this post: Kurt sends an email to his TA while high on pain meds after a wisdom teeth extraction.

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Blaine is in the middle of his theatre history class when his phone signals a new email in his inbox. Discreetly hiding the phone from his instructor’s view by keeping his hands behind a stack of textbooks on his desk, he goes to his email folder and checks the sender.

It reads, Kurt Hummel.

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