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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.
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.
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.
“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.
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?
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.
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!!!!
Word Count: 1615
“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.”
“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.”
“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.”
“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.”
“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.”
“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?”
“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.”
“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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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.
You grew up in Washington Heights and you fell in love. After your first musical in high school, you knew that the theater is where you would end up. Everything ranging from the people to the atmosphere felt like home to you. You had graduated from Juilliard and you were looking for your new adventure. You typically gained a part in productions as an ensemble member but today, you strived for something different, something challenging. You were told that there was a new musical in the making. It was going to be a rap musical about a Founding Father, Alexander Hamilton. This immediately caught your attention. It incorporates history and different genres than just the classical. On the way to the subway, you admired the hustle and bustle of the busy New York streets.
You waited in the audition line for quite some time. After a couple of hours, it was your turn. You stood in front of three men who introduced themselves as Thomas, Alex, and Lin. Something about Lin captured your attention but you couldn’t place your finger on it. “Hello, I’m Y/N and I’m auditioning for the role of Elizabeth Schuyler.” In this audition, you had to sing any song so automatically, you sung your favorite broadway song, (song title). They smiled and scribbled something down. “Okay thank you,” Lin said while scanning the page, “Y/N. We’ll update you soon!” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing! You actually had a shot at getting the role!
You were at a cafe with your best friend, Jasmine Cephas-Jones. She also auditioned for the musical but as Peggy Schuyler and Maria Reynolds. You had a feeling that she would get in. In fact, you were at her favorite cafe to celebrate! You took a bite of your sandwich and got a call. “Hello, is this Y/N L/N?” The voice sounded familiar. Was it Thomas?
“This is she.”
“Good, I just wanted to inform you that you have the role of Elizabeth Schuyler and that rehearsal starts next week.”
“Oh my goodness, thank you so much!” They ended the call and you set your phone down calmly. “So..what was that?” said Jasmine. You were pretty sure she already knew. “I got the part!” You both started squealing and disturbing everyone else but you didn’t care! You just got the call of a lifetime!
After a couple days of learning the songs, you started the blocking and choreography. You picked up things pretty quickly and developed friendships with the cast. It seemed like everyone was your best friend and to be honest, they were. You were in the middle of a conversation with Renee, Jasmine, and Chris when Lin approached you. “Hey, everyone!” His enthusiasm was infectious and everyone smiled back at him. “Hey, Lin! Oh! I meant to ask you what song we’re doing next.” said Renee. You were curious as well but you didn’t say anything. You felt a bit nervous but you weren’t sure why. “We’re doing Helpless next.” You smiled brightly. Helpless is one of your favorite songs to sing. The energy and overall beat made you smile. Chris joked, “Well you better pucker up, you two. You’re going to get married.” You looked at Lin confused and you created a half-assed excuse to go outside to get water. What you didn’t know is that when you were gone, the group was talking about you. “Ooooo Lin’s got a crush..”
“Sh-shut up. I don’t have a crush! I don’t even find anything attractive about her.” Everyone raised their eyebrows. “Except for the fact that she has the ability to brighten up the room, the way her eyes always shine brighter than the sun, the way she laughs, and the way h-Did I say that out loud?” Chris nodded and the girls walked away. “You have it bad,” he stood up to head to places “guess you can say you’re helpless.”
Rehearsal was going smoothly. People complimented your ability to sound so happy and genuinely in love but it wasn’t acting.
In New York you can be a new man
You held Lin’s hands and looked at him lovingly. You tried to mask all of your nervousness and you begged it to work. “Helpless….” you pressed your lips to his and you swear that you felt sparks. After the last note, you smiled at him and you saw an obvious blush invade his cheeks.
The show was doing very well and you were having the time of your life! You received so much love from everyone and you were so grateful! The only thing that you didn’t notice is the developing love Lin had for you. He would kiss you every night for the performance and as a goodbye. People assumed there was something more than acting but you always denied it. You wished there was but alas, it wasn’t meant to be. You were preparing for today’s show by doing your makeup. “Knock knock!”
“Hold on, I’m doing my makeup!” The door opened and the brush flew out of your hand. “Lin what the fuck!” He smiled and held your makeup bag. “You don’t need all of this, Y/N. You’re already beautiful.” You blushed. Lin always told you these types of things but you assumed that it was just the way he talks to friends. “Thank you, Lin but what else are you holding behind your back?” You stood up and tried to look at what he was hiding. He held out a bouquet of red roses. “These are for you.” You kissed his cheek and held the bouquet. “These are gorgeous! Thank you!” He sheepishly smiled and said his goodbyes before he prepared for his show.
You sat in Javi’s dressing room drinking cafecito. Everyone but Lin was there since he had matters to take care of. “So Y/N have you talked to Lin yet?” You scoffed “We do everyday, we’re best friends, duh.” Chris groaned. “That’s not what I meant.” Daveed interrupts Chris, “We want to know if y’all are together.”
“You think this because..?” You tried to keep your cool. Did this mean that Lin liked you?
“Y/N do you think he gives flowers to everyone here? Do you think he talks about a certain cast member 24/7?” He was right. You smiled, “Now that you mention it, ma-”
“Hey, guys!” A chorus of greetings erupted and you went back to your conversation.
Lin had a cup of cafecito in his hand as well. He had his eyes on you. He absolutely adored you. He tried his best to stay in the moment during the conversation but he couldn’t help it. He was convinced that you were the most captivating human he’s ever seen and he’s seen lots of people. He was surprised that you didn’t have a partner already. Everyone that he thought he’d like didn’t leave him speechless and awkward. You were different. Whenever he saw you, it was like his heart was about to explode. He fell in love with the way you interacted with fans, the way you spoke, and the way you looked. He was absolutely hooked.
You just finished a show and headed to your dressing room. You had already removed your makeup, but kept your costume from Burn. Lin burst through the door in his normal clothes with his phone in hand. “Y/N! Let’s do a stream!” You yelped at the sudden noise and you playfully slapped his arm. “Lin what the hell? Don’t scare me like that! To answer your question, start the stream after I get ready.” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Lin going live. “Too late. Hello hello hello! Welcome to Y/N’s dressing room!” His face lit up and you smiled. He read some comments out loud. “‘Why are you in Y/N’s dressing room?’ Because I snuck in here to get chocolate, shhhh!”
“Lin what the fuck, I’m right here and you don’t even know where I keep the chocolate.” He frowned and he pulled you close to get you in the frame. “Fine, you caught me. Here she is, the beautiful Elizabeth Schuyler!” You waved and smiled at the camera. “Hey, guys! How are you?” An influx of comments flooded the screen. “Woah, y’all type fast!” Lin had set the phone on a countertop in front you both. “‘Is the other a good kisser?’” said Lin. You giggled and started to relax. “Lin’s kissing is mediocre. On a scale of 1-10, it’s probably a three. Hate to break it to you guys.” Lin mocked hurt. “I was going to say something nice about you but I guess not.” 20 minutes have passed and it’s been a blast. However, you were feeling a bit sleepy. You rested your head on his shoulder and you saw heart emojis cover the screen. “‘I ship Y/N and Lin,’ he laughed, “That’s funny.” You frowned. Did he mean it? You felt embarrassed. You liked him and he just denied you like that. You needed a way to leave the stream, but he was in your room. You checked the time on his phone and started acting. “Oh crap, I have to meet Jasmine and Anthony in a few minutes. Sorry, y’all. Bye!” You kindly waved and ran to your car. You needed room to breathe, so you just walked home. You couldn’t help but wonder what Lin was doing.
Anthony stumbled across Lin just as he ended the stream. “Wait Ant. Aren’t you supposed to meet up with Y/N and Jasmine?” They both had a confused look etched on their faces. “I don’t believe so. I’m just gonna chill at home with Jas. Why’d you ask?”
“She told me she was meeting with you. Did she ditch me?” Lin started panicking.
“Calm down, brother. She’ll talk it out with you. I remember being scared shitless when Jas didn’t call me back after a few minutes. I used to overthink it. Give her time. We know she loves you.”
You were accompanied by Netflix and your dog, Arthur. You were jealous that Arthur could sleep so soundly. You tried to sleep, but the worry and anxiety caused by Lin didn’t want you to. Right as you were about to start an episode of West Wing, you heard a soft knock at the door. Reluctantly, you looked through the peephole and saw Lin. You unlocked the door and opened it up. “Hi, Lin.”
“Y/N. I don’t what I did but I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do anymore.” He stood there, hands in pockets, looking like a kicked puppy. You took the time to muster up courage. “It’s just that..it hurt okay?”
“What hurt?” “When you said you didn’t love me-”
“Wait what, that’s not what I mea-” “For fucks sake, I love you and you just turned me down like th-” His lips crashed onto yours. He pulled away and cleared his throat. “Y/N. I love you. I have loved you. That stream moment? It was a joke! Hell, everyone knows I love you except you! I hope you know now.”
You stood there, frozen. The man you had loved, loved you back. “I do now.”
“How about we tell everyone tomorrow? I hear the opening of West Wing and I can’t afford to miss that.” You giggled and he pulled you into a hug. “I love you.” “I love you too.”
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❤❤
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.
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.
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.
Context: Reader and Roman have a secret and it’s beginning to
rip a hole in their hearts. Will they ever act on it?
**A/N: ** This is the sequel to “Mercy”. Different song choice used for this one though: “This Woman’s Work” by Maxwell. It’s a cover of the original 1988 song from Kate Bush but I like this one a lot better.
**SB: **Trilogy? I don’t know. I’ll see how this part does first. As always, feedback is welcomed!
months later: It was half past eight, a time that was usually too early for me
to be awake, but I was. I sat down at a dining room table in my eight floor apartment.
The beige curtains were drawn open enough to let the small cracks of sunlight
over the Manhattan skyline. The notebook laid out in front of me had the design ideas and the
color scheme I had set for my wedding. But the man that I was marrying was never
around to help.
“Oh, you can do the decorations
yourself for now. I count on you, babe. If you need help, just call your
said, sounding hurried and surprised to hear my voice on our last call.
“I have another business trip in
Chicago on Thursday, then I’m flying out to France to meet with investors. I’ll
chat with you about the wedding plans tonight.”
Most of the time, we only communicated through video
chats or text messages; all of which occurred during the early hours of the
morning or in the late hours of the nights. I sighed. I was set to get married
the following summer.
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.
Dearest Duke, first, what brand headphones are you using if you don't mind sharing? Second, unless it spoils anything, in your wip about the band, do you go into depth about the songwriting process if it's relevant at all, and if you did, did you find it difficult? I enjoy hearing musician's talk about the process bc it seems to vary from musician to musician and I find it genuinely fascinating. Congrats on the book and thanks in advanced :)
I left my old headphones in New York (which is fine because they were literally falling apart) and decided to splurge on a set of Audio-Technica studio cans, which I did partly as a publication present to myself and partly because I really needed headphones that have a 1/4″ jack so I can plug directly into my stereo receiver (which is older than I am and doesn’t have a 3.5 mm port).
As for the current WIP, it’s still in early draft stages so this may change, but when the story takes place the group is already on the road and most of the significant songwriting has already happened. It does come up, of course, but usually in the past tense and not in intimate detail, because that was something I simply didn’t have room for in a manuscript that’s already 170,000 words.
Hey.. I got a weird question... do you perhaps know anything concerning young (like baby) twins, full moons, and witches that can turn into owls... I can't find anything that's makes sense about that. Thanks
About the which though, it’s usually called a Lechuza… but these sightings are usually in Mexico and at the time I lived in New York… and the same owl was specifically targeting the twins in the area (2 pairs including me and my sister oddly enough both pairs weren’t baptized )… at the time as well there were claw marks on the front door and windowsill.. but some the claw marks were made when a big black dog followed my brother and dad home and stayed there until daybreak howling…
Oh man, could this be the same thing as the flying humanoids seen in that area? According to the legend, Lechuza can turn into a large black bird (I’m assuming some kind of owl because of the name, but it vary depending on where you hear the legend) that’s the size of a human, and I remember watching this video once where I believe it was a Mexican police officer talking about how a witch flew at his car and attacked him. I also think it was during the same time as people were seeing large black figures flying over hilltops and things.
I know the Lechuza legend is Mexican itself, but it’s always possible that it’s based on something that isn’t regionally bound. Maybe it’s just more common in that area of the world but can be found elsewhere, or maybe it can target people based on ancestry or home country? I’m not sure if the twins you mentioned or you and your sister have Mexican heritage, but it might be a possibility. The legend also says that Lechuza target people they think have wronged them, and they steal children as revenge and also to use them in rituals and spells. I can’t say too much without knowing any family history, but it’s also possible that if there’s no ancestry, someone from the family may have offended one while visiting the area and it might have then followed them up to target the family.
As far as black dogs go, they’re their own massive part of folklore and I can’t find any crossover yet. Depending on the region black dogs have all kinds of purposes: hellhounds, guardians for cemeteries, protectors, omens, etc. I don’t think the dog may be strictly related to everything else, but it could have been drawn there if it’s an omen or a protector.
You were walking towards your - wait no, his chambers, trying to decipher why fate paired you with the man that your friends and family were fighting against, when all of a sudden you were knocked to the floor by an unknown force with a searing pain on your cheek and jaw. you looked around for the culprit but found no one in the vicinity nor any traces of a person.
“What the hell just happened? I swear I didn’t imagine it….” You thought to yourself. Instinctively you put your hand to cheek only to immediately withdraw it from the immense pain you were faced with. You had no idea what just happened, which scared you as you realized how little you actually knew about soulmates.
You brought yourself back to your feet and cautiously continued to walk towards your chambers, and tried not to think about how George was dealing with the situation. No doubt he found out who you were, a rebel rather than a loyalist.
Note taking is by far the most effective way to build observational skills. It forces you to really see what you’re observing, and decide whether that observation is important enough to write down on paper.
What to do: get a small-ish notebook- something you can take with you everywhere you go. Frequently throughout the day, write and draw what you see. Even if your drawing skills aren’t…magnificent, both of these components are essential. Write/draw about both large and small objects; anything from a shirt to a restaurant is acceptable. Fill up the pages with your notes, and you might find it helpful to record the number of times something occurs as well.At the end of each day, try to recall everything as well as you can without looking at your notes. Then go back through your notes. How well did you remember? What did you forget? As you review your notes, look for patterns between and within objects and locations. Can’t think of anything to observe? See the “Having Trouble?” section (link at bottom) for ideas.
Here is an example of a couple observational notes I took earlier today. It isn’t the best, but it is acceptable for the first week. As you continue, you will notice your notes to get much more detailed, and go beyond simplicities such as color (I, for instance, did not take note of any sounds I heard, or the texture of the objects, or the temperature of the room, or…well many things.)
Specific Exercises (do only one of these exercises a day, but make sure to get in the appropriate amount each week. All exercises are meant for a 6 day period so that you can take the 7th off).
Exercise One (do three times in Week One): 100 Details
What to do: Find a painting. If you don’t have one on hand, a photograph or image online will work nearly as well. It can be any painting/photograph/image, of nearly anything, so long as it is at least somewhat complex (good example: New York City street; bad example: a pillow). Take a blank sheet of paper and record 100 details about the painting/photograph/image. This is much harder than it seems, especially in the beginning, so don’t get frustrated. Take note of everything- color, objects, placement, (and if you have a painting) brush strokes, texture, and anything else you can think of. Feel free to zoom/magnify as needed, but remember your goal of 100.
Exercise Two (do three times in Week One): One Thing at a Time
an ordinary object such as a shoe, a piece of fruit, or a potted plant.
Set a timer for 30 seconds and look over the item thoroughly,
impressing it into your mind, until the time is up. Close your eyes and
picture in your mind everything you noticed about it - form, color,
size, marks of damage, etc. Open your eyes, and look for another 30
seconds for qualities you missed, turning the object this way and that,
even upside down. Take note of these forgotten particulars, and close
your eyes again to reform the picture in your mind more completely. Try
to rotate the object in your mind and view it accurately from all
angles. Repeat the alternate timed periods of observation and mental
visualization until you have a photographic copy of the item in your
mind that can be brought up at a moment’s notice.“ (taken directly from the blog the-brain-attic)
Last night I had a drink with a friend, and I told him about this woman I run in the same circles with who—in spite of my many attempts at parties to make conversation, find common ground, dish out compliments about her outfit, flash too-big smiles in her direction, and ask earnest questions about her life and work—just doesn’t seem to like me! I don’t get it! My method for networking in New York City can be encapsulated as such: Make it impossible for anyone to say anything bad about you. And yet. Anyway, he asked me, “What does she do?” and I said, “I think she’s writing a book, but she does stuff for the New Yorker sometimes.” My friend, also a writer, rolled his eyes and asked, “Right, but the New Yorker or the New Yorker online?” Hoooo baby. There is not enough aloe in the world to treat that ruthlessly snobby, savagely articulated burn.