#If you say there's no way Peter Sam would do that; you're wrong. He will. He has good intention on introducing aquatic life to her though

[naurasweetarudesu]

Skarloey Railway's Instructions on how to deal with babies

except the baby is my ttte OC, Dewi Sri since I made AU where she desperately want to be accepted in SR so she can feel the warmth of family once more.

Kinda make a little skit of Skarloey "adopting" Sri yesterday

[literaryavenger]

I love you and I hate it

Summary: Bucky's your best friend, but you're in love with him. Now that he has a girlfriend, will you be able to get a handle on your feelings?

Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Warnings: Bucky being a bit of an ass. Reader being dramatic. Angst. Language maybe. Minimal use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.7K

A/N: this is a two part because otherwise it was too long. Hope you like it! also, it's 4:30am and I can't help myself lol.

Masterlist

Loving your best friend is not something anyone ever plans.

Getting those kinds of feelings for the person closest to you changes the way you look at them, the way you interact and essentially your relationship with them, making everything unnecessarily complicated.

At least that’s how you see it.

You definitely didn't think something like that could ever happen to you. But to be fair, you also never thought Bucky Barnes would ever become your best friend at the compound.

When you first arrived as the newest avengers recruit the brooding supersoldier was not your biggest fan. Things didn’t start on the best note for you two.

- 2 years ago -

Steve was showing you around the compound and introducing you to people and team members as you met them. You arrived at the common room where Bucky and Sam were watching Tv.

"Hey guys. This is Y/N, the new recruit I told you about," Steve introduced you "this is Sam." he said to you as Sam got up from the couch putting out his hand.

"Nice to meet you." he said.

"You too," you said, shaking his hand "it’s so exciting to be here and meet all of you. You are all such remarkable people."

"Oh, complimenting me? I like you already." Sam said chuckling.

"Of course you do." Steve said, rolling his eyes with a smile, then turned to you "and this is Bucky" he said, pointing at the brunette still sitting on the couch.

"Hi Bucky, it’s nice to meet you too." you said, getting closer to him and holding out your hand for him to shake. Bucky, however, just looked at you for a moment before standing up, turning away from you and walking out of the room without saying a word.

"Uh... did I do something wrong?" you asked, very much confused, still looking at the door Bucky just ran out of.

"No, it’s always him." said Sam.

"Sam, don’t." Steve told him, then turned to you again "don’t mind Bucky, he’s not good with new people. It’s nothing personal, he’ll get used to it, don’t worry."

"Right. He’ll get used to me." you said as he gave you an apologetic look "yeah… anyway, let’s finish the tour."

"Sure, bye Sam. See you around, I guess." you told Sam with a smile.

"Yeah, see you guys at dinner." and with that you left to finish the tour of the compound that ultimately ended with your assigned room.

"So this is your room, Natasha has the room on the right and Sam has the one on the left." he pointed at them as he talked and then pointed at the room across from yours "that's Bucky, to his right is Peter and mine is to his left."

"A lot of neighbors, got it."  you said chuckling with Steve.

"Yeah. So I’ll let you get settled and I’ll see you at dinner with the team." he said.

"Yeah, see you later." 

If you were honest with yourself, you were a little disappointed at how meeting Bucky went, you were really looking forward to meeting the super soldier.

While all the other girls were busy crushin on Captain America, you always felt more attracted to Sergeant Barnes.

Something about him just made you curious, and, after all the Winter Soldier stuff came to light, you were one of the few people that saw right away that Bucky was a victim.

You never did understand how people could read all the details of what happened to him and still call him a monster, like it was his fault that he was captured, tortured and made to do things no decent human being would ever do.

In fact, you got in trouble more than one time for fighting when things escalated while you were defending the super soldier from agents that didn’t see it like you.

It’s really a shame that a lot of agents of Shield itself thought so ill of the Sergeant. Maybe that’s why he didn’t like you, maybe he thought you were one of them.

You had to make sure he knew you weren’t.

Having made up your mind, you decided there was no better time like the present. You crossed the hall and knocked on his door, and after a few moments he opened.

"I know, Steve, don-" he interrupted himself the second he laid eyes on you.

"Sorry, not Steve. Clearly. I’m sorry to bother you, Sergeant Barnes, I just wanted to let you know that I don’t have anything against you. I know some agents feel like you should be held accountable for the things you were forced to do, and they’re not really afraid to get vocal about it, but I’m not one of them. I don’t think any of it was your fault. It may not matter much to you, after all you don’t seem to like me very much, but it’s important to me that you know this. You’re kind of my  hero." you finished, a little embarrassed at admitting this to his face. He looked at you for a few moments and, just as you thought he was about to slam the door in your face, he grinned.

"I’m your hero, doll?" he asked, leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed in a way that made his biceps look huge and a smirk on his face.

After that you and Bucky became quick friends, spending more and more time together. Missions, training, down time, you were practically attached at the hip.

You were always careful not to let any feelings grow other than friendship and, mostly, it was easy.

There were some times where you somehow ended up flirting, but they were fleeting moments that passed as quickly as they came, and you decided, for your own peace of mind, to not overthink them and let it go every time.

Now, back to the present, the reason why you’re lost in your thoughts and feelings for Bucky.

You’re watching from a distance as Bucky smiles and laughs, happier than you’ve ever seen him surrounded by his friends, more relaxed than he’s ever been during a party.

You smile at his happiness, glad that he’s finally comfortable around pretty much everybody, but your face falls pretty fast as you see him wrap his right arm around her.

You’ve known Sharon for a while now, she was one of the agents in the list for the spot in the Avengers before you got it. You always felt like she resented you for it, like she should’ve been the one to get it because she was already close with some of the members of the team.

She was never openly hostile with you, but you did notice her hanging around Bucky more and more in the last few months. You didn’t think anything of it, but you were proved wrong just half an hour ago when Bucky started to introduce her to the avengers she didn’t already know as his girlfriend.

As soon as that word came out of his mouth, so casually you’d think he'd been saying it his whole life,  you felt like you were gonna throw up.

It took all your skills to keep your face as neutral as possible, you felt like Sharon’s eyes were on you the whole time, trying to see every micro expression she could find to know what you were thinking.

But you were probably just imagining that, right?

You excused yourself as soon as you could and went straight to the bar to get the strongest drink Nat could make, which she handed to you with a knowing look while glancing behind you.

You barely had time to think before you felt his hand on your shoulder, feeling his body next to you but you didn't turn to look at him, taking a sip of your drink instead.

"Hey, doll, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Sharon before, it’s still pretty new."

You tried to keep your voice as cheery as you normally would around him. "Why would you? It’s your relationship, why are you apologizing?"

He gave you a weird look you'd never seen before, before saying "Because we’re best friends? We usually tell each other everything… right?" he sounded a bit uncertain.

"Yeah, right, duh." you said, trying to give a genuine laugh "Well, it’s alright anyway, now I know! Stop worrying, just go be with her."

He looked around your face for a few more moments, like he was looking for something, before he said "ok, then." and left.

You managed to keep the smile on your face until you were sure he was gone, but dropped it as soon as you looked back ahead of you.

Taking another sip of your drink and making a face at how much alcohol was actually in it, you looked at Nat and, nodding, you left before she could comment on the scene you’re sure she just watched in its entirety. 

So here you are now, in a corner watching people enjoy themselves, just like you used to do at parties with Bucky by your side, except you’re alone.

You try to look on the bright side, you really are, but you can find none.

You can't talk about it with anyone either since nobody knows about your feelings for the super soldier, except for Natasha who always seems to know everything, but  you aren't too close with her and neither of you ever actually spoke about it out loud.

Not that you would've, you aren't the most outgoing person, usually keeping your feelings and most of your thoughts to yourself, with the exception of Bucky.

With him talking seems like the easiest thing in the world, it doesn't matter about what. He knows almost everything that he could possibly know about you, the only thing that you could never bring yourself to talk about is your feelings for him.

You feel a hand in the low of your back and, just as you're bringing your fist up, you realize it's just Steve. "Easy there, tiger." he chuckled, lowering your arm for you. "You seem a little on edge. Everything okay?"

"Everything’s just fine, Captain. You can salute your way to someone else now." His laugh makes you smile against your will.

"Okay, rookie, you don’t wanna talk about it." you roll your eyes at the old nickname, but he keep going, "you know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at a party without your moping buddy."

You glance at Bucky, who's busy laughing it up with Clint and Laura, his arm still around Sharon. Your eyes find Steve’s again, and you simply shrug. "We’re allowed to do our own thing, aren’t we?"

"Of course you are... I was just wondering why you weren’t with him, that’s all."

You avoid his eyes while you quietly say, "he already has someone at his side tonight, doesn’t need me there."

"What’s that supposed to mean?" comes a voice from behind you.

Damn. The one moment you weren’t looking at him and he sneaks up on you.

You turn around and see him standing there, arms crossed in front of his chest, Sharon at his side with a smug look on her face that you convince yourself you’re just imagining.

"What’s what supposed to mean?"  You try playing dumb, but you know Bucky can see right through that.

He raises an eyebrow at you expectantly but when you just shrug and give him your best confused look, he sighs and looks at Sharon. "Hey babe, can you get me a scotch from the bar? I’ll meet you there."

You don't know if you're more hurt at him calling her that or relieved at the fact that he didn’t use the nickname that was usually reserved for you.

She just nods and, without taking her eyes off of you, gives him a kiss on the lips. Okay, you definitely didn’t imagine that. As soon as she’s far enough, Bucky turns back to you.

"What’s wrong with you tonight?" He asks sharply.

"Excuse me? Who said there was something wrong with me?" You say defensively.

"Oh come on doll, you’ve been weird ever since Sharon got here. What’s the matter, do you not like her or something?"

You don't know what to say. You certainly aren't about to tell your best friend that the reason you don’t like his new girlfriend is because you have feelings for him. That’s not gonna end well for anybody. So you decide to just keep on denying.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bucky, so why don’t you just go after you little girlfriend and enjoy your night with her."

"That, right there." he points at your face in a very accusatory manner. "What the fuck was that?"

"What was what?" you’re starting to raise your voice a little and swatting at his hand, getting annoyed at him for not letting this go.

"You’re being a jerk about Sharon, what is your problem with her?"

"I don’t have a problem with her!"

"Yes, you do!"

"Why are you trying to make this into a problem?!"

"Because I know you!" At this point you're both yelling.

"Well, clearly, you don’t know me as well as you think you do!" Lie.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn?! Just tell me what the hell is your problem!"

"Why do you care so much? Even if I had a problem, it’s my business, it’s not like I’m your girlfriend!" Bucky just looks at you with a face you’d never seen on him before and you can't decipher.

The whole room seems to go quiet as you two just look at each other for a few moments, then Bucky finally speaks.

"You’re right." he says, in a much quieter voice than a second before "you’re not my girlfriend. I just thought you were my friend. Guess I was wrong. I’ll go after my little girlfriend now."

You can't find it in you to say anything and, when you just look at him, he scoffs and turns around to make his way to the bar.

Slowly it feels like everyone else starts to go back to what they were doing before your yelling match stopped the party in its tracks, but you feel like you can't breath, let alone move, as you watch the spot where Bucky was standing just moments ago, tears starting to form in your eyes.

You can’t believe that just happened. Did Bucky really just say you aren’t his friend?

A hand on your shoulder brings you back to reality and you hear Steve saying "are you okay?" from next to you.

In all honesty, you forgot he was even there.

All that comes out of you is a broken sob before you turn around and make a run for the elevator, as fast as you can run in heels and a floor-length cocktail dress.

Steve runs after you, but there are too many people around that slow him down, and by the time he gets to the elevator the doors had just closed.

He waits to see where you would stop, assuming your shared floor but you never know. His eyebrows furrow in confusion and he pushes the button of the elevator, glad that he waited a second more.

When he gets to the roof it's so dark outside that it takes a second before he find you, and once he does he slowly gets close to you.

What he was not expecting was to find you sitting on the ground, hugging your knees and crying.

Steve sits down next to you and puts his arm around your shoulders wordlessly while you cry.

After you calmed down a bit he says "He’s really worried about you, Y/N. If there’s something going on, you should just tell him. He’ll understand…"

You think about it for a few minutes while you find a way to tell Steve what's going on.

"How do you tell someone that the reason you’re sad is because you love them?" you say with tears starting to form again in your eyes.

Steve can only stare at you, at a loss for words. 

You hear something behind you and when you turn you see Bucky’s back, walking towards the elevator.

It doesn’t matter how long he was there for, he obviously heard you.

You look back at Steve that has an apologetic look on his face, confirming your fear. Damn super soldier hearing.

Well, it looks like your friendship with Bucky is officially dead.

Part 2

[inkdemonapologist]

[BatIM Cthulhu AU] A couple of doodles from session two, which UNSETTLED SAMMY A LOT ACTUALLY...

There have been small changes, throughout New York -- doors opening on the wrong side of the street, houses ending up just a block away from where you remembered them -- but the only people who can even tell seem to be those who remember Carcosa. Joey, Sammy, Henry, Jack, Peter, and Norman all experienced the strange shifting realm when a Mardi Gras party attempted to bring dread Carcosa to New Orleans, but Susie wasn't there. She can't see the changes we see, and the entire rest of the city agrees with her. That door was always there? The car was always that colour. That's where I remember the address being before, and there's no record it was ever different.

She trusts what the boys are reporting must be true, that maybe there are changes she can't see or remember, and both she and Sammy are terrified. These are only little things, but as more and more of the city slips into the world of the King in Yellow, what else might be rewritten...?

Anyway EVERYONE'S HAVING A GREAT TIME. If you're here for Out Of Context Quotes from our session, I have some of those too, here, under the cut!!

[Sammy is played by me, Joey is played by Boo (inkyvendingmachine), Henry is played by Maf (inkcryptid), Jack is played by Mochi (whatyouwantedmetosee) and Thren (haunted-hijinxer) is our GM!]

[Jack] I love how detective Pete is for a guy who is NOT a detective. [Sammy] He just got assigned that by Joey Drew and now it's true. [Joey] Exactly! That's how it works.

[Sammy] The idea of JDS having its own employed detective is really funny to me. "Why do you need that? You're an animation studio." "Well, you know, things come up,"

[GM] Everybody went home I believe, except Joey went to the Studio, which is like home,

[Sammy] Do we have any plan, other than just go in to work, [Jack] I though you were gonna say "other than go insane"...

[Joey] If Prophet's not the one going for the ink, then why is Sammy going for it?! Do they have a SECOND prophet situation??? [Jack] PROPHET...... TWO!!! [Henry] Prophet 2: Electric Boogaloo [Sammy] *tiredly* We don't need any more Prophets..... We don't need any more Sammys..... we have enough.....

[Jack] You just need to sip some ink and tell them it's the wrong number. Like, you've got the wrong guy. [Henry] New stone, who dis?

[Sammy] It was the false king who called through the ink, not our Lord! [Joey] Interesting... [Joey] Joey's going to ask Bendy if he can... feel this? Is he getting calls? *dad voice* Is someone calling you? Don't put your number on the internet!

[GM] Bendy says he wasn't made to be a receiver the same way Sammy was. [Jack] So technically, it's "New Sam, who dis"!

[Joey] Okay, Joey's going to note this all down in his... Notebook Of Nonsense That Plagues Them,

[GM] I'm choosing to believe that whenever Norman called in, he gave some sort of outlandish excuse, and whoever answered the phone didn't... write it down... [Sammy] Like the heckin', grian excuses-- [Joey] "I'm cutting my grass, with scissors" [Jack] Yeah!! He's cutting his grass! With scissors! In winter!!! [Sammy] And then Sammy's like "Do we know why he called out?" and the receptionist is just like "No We Have NO Idea" [Jack] With the most tired sigh. Second only to Grant.

[GM] Fun fact, Norman would answer the phone. [Sammy] Norman actually was just like, "ohhhhhhh i know THIS is some supernatural bullshit happening, I'm gonna stay home"

[Joey] Joey's going to ask Estelle if he looked like-- and give a vague description of Avedon. [GM] .............................. [GM] She is SO impressed that you knew this. [Joey] *delighted cackling*

[Jack] I love how cute Joey is about this kid. Just like... the cool Bendy Uncle! He's not related at all, but, [Joey] I feel like this is kind of how Joey just gets around kids? Maybe Joey does really want kids, just, y'know, doesn't know how to do it when gay? [Sammy] Obviously that won't happen, so-- [Joey] Yeah, [Sammy] --so then you START AN ANIMATION STUDIO, that's the only other option! [GM] Yeah, then all kids are your kids!

[GM] Alright, you've made many phone calls. [Joey] Yeah, [GM] And you only rudely hung up on one of them!

[Sammy] Sammy can surely track that down; he's used to digging up musicians. [Jack] Jack's there to assist with the Talking to People in a way that makes them want to cooperate with you, and not run in fear!

[GM, speaking for Peter] *lists all of the information Peter's dug up* And that's about what he managed to get, today! [Joey] And nothing weird has been happening... to him? [GM] WELL, OKAY. ABOUT THAT,

[Peter] Could you describe again, the strange person who was at the party? What was that guy like? [Joey] *thinking very hard* Which... strange person...? I mean... Denis was there?

[Norman] Try not to fall in a swamp this time. [Joey] I'll let you know if I find one! [Sammy] There's fewer of those in New York, so, I think we're good. [Jack] I mean, you never know,, [Sammy] ...yeah, that's true..... [Joey] HEY, Joey will let him know if he finds one!!! [Sammy] If LAKE PONCHARTRAIN opens up in the MIDDLE OF NEW YORK CITY, that will certainly be something to let all of our friends know!

[GM] Make a social-type checks to have a word with them beforehand! [Sammy] I don't know, if I should do that,,, [GM] SAMMY can make an Appearance check! [Sammy] *laughing* LETS SEE IF IM HANDSOME ENOUGH to get let in!

[GM] Everybody's like "You guys!" You're greeted with nostalgia, and eagerness! and people are trying to small talk you, I'm guessing Sammy's not going for that. [Sammy] I mean, you can try to small talk.... AT him... [Sammy] He doesn't... y'know... it's like playing a game of catch where you throw the ball to somebody, and they just hold the ball. [Sammy] Like.... okay! [GM] I did the thing! [Sammy] Cool, catch successful. [Jack] No give, only throw!

[Sammy] Look, I was trying to drink ink this morning, so I feel like this is a step up.

[Sammy] Sammy will enjoy it! We should do this more often! [Sammy] "We should do this more often" says man who will always be too busy to do this more often,

[GM] They're impressed that, at a job where there was a gunshot right in front of the stage, the thing you want to ask about is where they sourced their music. [Sammy] I LOVE that Sammy's reputation is such that this makes perfect sense to them.

[GM] His name is Alan Leroy. [Sammy] Okay, Leroy works, because then I'll remember it, because of Leroy Jenkins. [GM] This is what's been going through my head the entire time, too...

[GM] They say he's a crazy-talented musician who blew into town a year or two ago? He's really nice and easy to get along with, and when he really gets going he can make sounds come out of his instrument like you've never heard! [Sammy] These... are all.. compliments that would be really impressive except that they can all be interpreted in really concerning ways.......

[GM] If Jack wants to look harder, he can.......... [Jack] I'm doing it, Jack can make little a bad decision! He hasn't made any yet this season!! [Jack] *rolls* That's an extreme success. How much sanity do I lose!!

[Henry] We're ghost hunters. The, the pale guy is a ghost, we're goin' after him. Ghost hunters. [Henry] ...This is why you don't let Henry lead the conversation!!

[Jack] It's occurring to me that we don't know if this guy is alive??? [Joey] YUP! This is a good time to find out! [Henry] Fun! [GM] When have you EVER gone up to somebody's house and found them dead inside? [Jack] Jack hasn't yet... [Henry] The very first scenario! [Sammy] Yeah it was a pretty bad situation as I recall, we were briefly accused of being involved! [Jack] Maybe you guys. Jack's different, though.

[Joey] We wanted to make sure he was doing alright. .....does that need a Fast Talk roll? [GM] Yeah, I was about to say-- [Joey] *rolls* *STARTS CACKLING* [GM] What did you do, do you roll a three again? [Joey] I DID ROLL A THREE! :D THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I ROLLED! [GM] I thought it was the Three Laugh!

[Henry] Henry is tired. Henry rolled a 93. [GM] Well he's out late, you know, he's a family man! He has normal hours, he hasn't been staying up late, living at the studio for the last few years! [Henry] He's regretting not accepting Joey's offer to just go home. [Joey] *muttering* See, Joey knows best!

[GM] Okay, so you guys notice, right off, that the car isn't there. [Sammy] UM. HM. [Jack] Which car did we take again? [Joey] The Mercedes... [Jack] *relieved* Okay good. [Jack] .... I MEAN, NOT GOOD, BUT...

[Joey] No, no I think it's OUR car... it's just... more yellow now... [Jack] I don't like that that means it's getting yellower... [Joey] ...........................So when do we take the sanity hit? [GM] Yeah, that would be now!

[GM] The woman says she's looking forward to when he has his own ship, and they can sail away together! [Henry] [Henry] ...I'm married,...

[Joey] Joey has his face pressed to the window-- no, he probably has the window down, it doesn't matter how cold it is -- and... CAN the window go down? Hold on. [Joey] *sounds of typing* "Car... door... window... down... history... when."

[Henry] Okay, these dice are BANNED. I rolled a 90! [Jack] What if you subtly replace the dice...? [Sammy] With slighty yellower dice!

[Joey] OKAY! There ARE rolling windows, so Joey does have the window rolled down, and he's intensely watching the colour of the car. [Joey] AND ALSO, he's STILL sitting in the middle seat, he's just going to lean over someone to do this. [Sammy] Ah. It's probably me.

[Jack] No, no, Pete and Jack can get kidnapped later and take some massive sanity damage together. ✨Cute date ideas!✨

[Joey] Joey's going to inform Norman that they're going to come over, they need additional eyes on something, [GM] Well, he's good at keeping eyes on things! [Joey] So they'll be over soon. [Sammy] I like how Norman gets a heads up, but with Peter we just show up at his apartment. [Joey] Exactly! [Jack] That's because Joey's kissed Pete. When Joey and Norman kiss then that's -- not good for Sammy, probably. [GM] At least Pete and Sammy are neutral. Non-reactive. [Sammy] Norman and Sammy are "it's complicated" on Facebook.

[Sammy] Okay, we gotta go get Linda, so Susie's not alone, [Jack] We're just playing "how many NPCs can we force Thren to play at once!" How many can we shove in the back of this car.

[Jack] Jack's gonna get home and find out his cats are different colours, [Sammy] Oh NO, [Jack] Comes back and Beans is a tortie now. [Sammy] Or Beans is just an orange cat, [Jack] Oh no! Her braincells! [GM] She needs those! She has all of them!!

[Joey] Depending on who's the affected party, Susie or them, it is actually useful to have a second, like, [Sammy] Someone to compare with? Yeah. [Henry] We don't know WHO the control group is, but ONE of us is the control group!

[Joey] As trusted as Norman is, he isn't one of Joey's... white-knuckle-clutched-keepsakes of a person,

[Sammy] *sarcastic* Okay, everyone ready to go to sleep? That's not a scary prospect right now, right? That's something that we're all really confident about doing? Cool, that's great. [Henry] Yeah, yeah, that's definitely not gonna, it's gonna go great...! [GM] Nobody's even cut their hand on a slick stone! It's fine! [Henry] NO ONE BETTER CUT THEIR HAND ON A SLICK STONE! We got enough problems!! [Joey] (Looking at you, Prophet!)

[Henry] Is Joey,,, sharing this plan with anyone? [Joey] ouo Has anyone asked him?

[Joey] Let's send Henry then! [Henry] Alright. Send Henry to Carcosa! [Sammy] *exasperated* yeah that's fine.... [Joey] It's not FULLY sending him there! It's just making a connection. [Joey] A little bridge! [Sammy] Uggghhhh... Sammy doesn't think we need any bridges to Carcosa. [Sammy] We've got enough Carcosa. [Sammy] Put some back.

[Sammy] This is what happens When You Give a Joey a Dream Spell.

[Sammy] We can't actually guarantee that New York isn't going to sink. That's not out of the question. [Jack] Is the Joey Drew specialty NOT "promising things that aren't necessarily things you can promise??"

[Henry] Actually, before Henry leaves he's going to give Joey a hug. [Joey] He doesn't get to leave. [Henry] Oh. [Joey] But Joey will take the hug!

[Henry] You know this man gives good hugs. You're getting a good Henry hug. [Jack] Gonna crunch all of Joey's terrible, very bad bones. [Henry] He's gonnna try not to crunch all of Joey's terrible bones! [Henry] But, I dunno. [Henry] Roll for damage.

[GM] The lurker knows this is serious, but he's also excited, because he has heard what a slumber party is from Henry's kids.

[GM] Now it is Friday, the 28th of December. [Sammy] Okay. Cool. Let's all make an effort to not ring in the New Year in Carcosa. That's MY New Year's Resolution: Don't Be In Carcosa.

[hittmeandtellmeyouremine]

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pairing: college!harry osborn x college!fem!reader

summary: you had known peter parker for a few months now and he had mentioned having a roommate a few times but you never really pay attention to it. well you're left with no choice but to acknowledge it when you're met with him instead of peter while returning notes peter had so graciously let you borrow. maybe he should have so graciously told you he wasn't going to be home but you'd yell at him about that later.

warnings: swearing, brief mention of family issues.

word count: 3.3k

a/n: this is the introduction to my heaven is a bedroom series which uses characters and events from sam raimi's spider-man universe. since this is the introduction you can read it by itself or with the rest of the series! it is mentioned that the reader is a woc but you can ignore that if it doesn't apply.

if there was one thing college had brought you it was the sweet boy you could call a friend, peter parker. you had met peter during your freshman year at columbia university. you had both been placed into biology, seeming as you were a bio major and he was a bio-physics major. peter just so happened to come in late the first day and the only seat left was next to you, i guess no one wanted to be sitting all the way on the left side of the room.

you became friends pretty quickly and even became lab partners. peter was probably the only college boy you actually enjoyed being around. he was sweet and honest, wasn't very reliable though. at least from what he had told you when you finally got him to talk about the girl he liked. you watched peter's eyes light up every time he mentioned her name, smiling to yourself at how head over heels he was for her.

you were entering your third month of college, aka it was finally october. the previous week you had gotten too caught up at the shelter and missed class. thankfully peter had showed up on time that day and was helpful enough to lend you the notes, saying something about how it was the least he could do considering how many times you've lent him yours. as promised, you were on your way to return them to him now.

you had never been to peter's apartment, there was never a need until now. usually it was him returning the notes to your apartment. he had mentioned that he had a roommate. you couldn't remember what he said his name was but it was his childhood best friend. it didn't really seem too shocking because you had the same situation. what college student didn't have a roommate? what person living in new york didn't have a roommate? well, unless you were rich.

the building seemed nice enough as you rode up in the elevator, peter's notebook in hand. the lecture that you had missed had been on arachnids and peter's notes were expert-level. he had even taken the time to drop out some of the species. as the elevator gets to the top you realized you probably should've called to tell him you were coming over. in your defense, he just told you to drop them off on sunday and that was today. he never gave you an exact time so he would probably be home all day.

right?

the elevator finally came to a stop at the ninth floor. you opened up the gate and stepped off, stopping in front of the door and knocking on it. you heard some shuffling and smiled to yourself a bit. knowing peter he had probably forgot you were coming over. you heard footsteps coming towards the door before it unlocked and opened.

wait, this isn't peter.

"hi?" the guy said.

he was cute. he was really cute.

he was tall, a little lanky looking. he had brown hair and honey brown eyes to match. he was wearing a blue button up, the collar of a white tee shirt poked out where the first two buttons failed to meet their match. there was a black watch on his left wrist. he had on these small, little reading glasses. you must've interrupted something.

"hi. i must have the wrong apartment. i'm looking for peter parker?"

"oh pete does live here. he's just not home right now" he answered, flashing you an apologetic smile.

so this was the roommate peter had mentioned.

"he should be back soon though. come in" he said before he stepped to the side and let you into their apartment.

"thanks" you smiled as you stepped inside and glanced around.

it was a nice apartment. you first walk into the kitchen. they had a dinning room table in front of one of the two big balcony doors. there was a small living room area beside the dining room table, in front of the other balcony door. stairs to the left of that, assumedly leading to their bedrooms. their office space was to the right of the stairs.

your eyes fell back onto the dining room table where there were notebooks and textbooks scattered.

so you did interrupt something.

"i'm sorry if i interrupted anything. i was just dropping off the notes he'd let me borrow. he told me to come on sunday" you explained.

"oh don't worry. you didn't interrupt anything, i was just doing some homework. pete stepped out early this morning but i'm sure he'll be back soon if you want to wait. i'm harry, harry osborn" he said, sticking his hand out.

his eyes seemed to linger on you a bit.

wait. osborn as in oscorp? the multi-billion dollar tech company?

"i'm y/n. peter and i are lab partners"

you shake his hand. his palm is kind of sweaty. he nods slowly, like he's putting the pieces together.

"did peter not mention that?"

"well he did, he just never mentioned that you were a girl"

you cocked your head at him a bit.

what was that supposed to mean?

he must've noticed the change in your facial expression because he was quick to explain.

"n-not that there's anything wrong with that. i just didn't realize pete had it in him"

you looked at him oddly again.

"no, i mean not like that. it's just that peter doesn't do too well talking to women. he sort of um... freezes up"

you had heard all about peter's inability to speak to women. he was constantly telling you about his failed attempts at making a move on mary jane watson. the poor guy was like a lost puppy in that department.

but harry wasn't doing any better right now.

"sort of like you're doing now?" a small smirk creeping onto your face.

"yeah, sort of" he chuckled, looking away. "do you want something?"

"no. thank you, but i actually should get going. i have a shift i need to get to. could you just let peter know i dropped it off?" you asked, handing him the notebook.

his gaze fell to the notebook and then back up to you as he grabbed hold of it. those puppy eyes seemed almost pleading. like there was something else he wanted to say.

but he didn't.

"yeah of course. i'll let him know you stopped by"

"thank you", you smiled, "it was nice meeting you harry"

he opened the front door for you and you looked back at him briefly as you walked out.

"no problem, nice meeting you"

-

"harry, no"

"oh come on pete! please?" he pleaded.

"no. i'm not getting involved" peter said, throwing up his hands.

"you have to pete. you're my only in"

ever since peter got home harry had been down his throat. actually, more like on his knees. begging peter to give him information about y/n.

"harry she's going to eat you alive. you ever heard that song "maneater"? yeah that's her"

"well if she's so bad then why are you friends with her?"

"oh she's a great friend but i've seen her crush pretty much every guy who tries to make a move with her's ego. and harry, your ego can get pretty big"

for every time peter rambled to you about mary jane, you told him a story about your massacre of a love life. that wasn't an insult either, that was the way you liked it.

"gee thanks pete" he deadpanned, "my ego will live. i still don't understand how you never told me about her!"

peter distinctively remembers a time that he was walking out of class with you. you two were in the middle of a conversation about the lecture when a guy from class stopped you. it was an obvious attempt to as you out but all the guy got from you was a dirty look and a short, uninterested response. then you continued on as if that interaction had never happen, resuming your conversation with peter.

now every time that guy sees you in class he avoids you like the plague. and you act like he doesn't exist because, to you, he doesn't.

"i didn't know it was so important to you" peter said sarcastically as he started up the stairs, chuckling.

"peter i haven't even been able to finish my homework, that's how important it is to me"

peter stopped mid step, noticeably fed up with harry's investigating.

"she mentioned going to a shift later. at least tell me where she works?"

peter internally smiled. harry had practically taken the short time you were here and engraved it in his memory. surely he had the resources to find out more about you on his own but peter figured he'd make his life a little easier. knowing harry wouldn't let him get through his homework if he didn't.

"she doesn't. she volunteers at the animal shelter." peter admitted before going to his room.

a smile took place on harry's face.

-

a few days later you were at the front desk of the shelter, filling out the paperwork for a new dog that had come in. you heard the front door open, thanks to the bell on it, and footsteps that stopped before you. you started greeting whoever it was without looking up.

"hi. what kind of animal are you looking for today?"

"well i was hoping you would help with that"

wait a minute. you had heard that voice before.

"harry?" you questioned as you looked up.

"hi y/n" he smiled

what was he doing here?

"i didn't know you and peter were looking for a pet"

he shrugged.

"figured there's no harm in looking"

"no, i guess there isn't" you smiled

"so will you help me?"

-

you had given harry a tour of the shelter. starting with the cats, moving onto the dogs. he didn't really strike you as an animal person but he seemed to like whatever you liked. he also seemed more interested in you than he was in the animals. the shelter didn't take smaller animals so after the dogs there wasn't much else to show. coincidentally, as your tour was coming to an end so was your shift.

"i have to go clock out" you told him as you guys had returned to the lobby.

"well i can wait here. if you want to go grab a drink or something?" he asked.

"a drink?" you questioned with a raised eyebrow.

usually, this would be an immediate no. you didn't have time for this. you were busy enough with classes and volunteering. you didn't need any distractions.

usually, you would write this off as a waste of time. you had no interest in dating or hooking up so what was the point? it's not like you needed a friend either. i mean you had plenty of friends.

right?

you had plenty of friends. you had clover, your other two long distance best friends, your sister, and... peter. they were more than enough. you didn't really have time for anyone else. really.

"well like a coffee or something, whatever you want" he saved.

his nervousness made you smile.

damn it.

"sure harry, give me a minute" you agreed before turning and going into the break room.

you'd be a liar if you said you hadn't thought about harry. the minute you got home you and your roommate had did some stalking to find out what you could about him. you felt bad about it but him showing up here made you feel less bad about it. he had obviously been doing his own research.

harry was the only son of norman osborn. clover had given you wide eyes when you guys found that out. not that it mattered much to you but it confirmed that osborn was indeed for oscorp. apparently, his father was a billionaire.

a rich, pretty boy was almost never a good combo. but for right now you seemed to have the upper hand. you just needed to keep that advantage.

you came back out with your jacket in hand as you made your way over to harry. new york was in fall now which called for a few more layers. you had been wearing a red spider-man baby tee, a black pleated skirt with thermal black tights and tall, black uggs.

"so you like spider-man?" he asked with a smile.

he has a pretty smile.

"you don't?" you asked as you slipped on the jacket and zipped it halfway.

"he's a cool guy"

he held the door open for you as you walked out before leading the way towards a coffee shop he said he had heard was good.

"what are you going to school for?" he asked you.

he has his hands in the pockets of his jacket. the cold wind was making the tip of his nose and ears turn red.

like a little rudolph.

"i'm a biology major" you answered.

your hands were also shoved in the pockets of your jacket. your tan skin made the redness in your face less obvious on you than it was on him but he could still see it. he made sure to.

"that tracks"

you gave him a bit of a side eye. if you hadn't known he had done his research on you before, he just gave it away.

"i just mean because it seems like you like animals. your eyes kind of lit up every time you introduced me to one"

so he's observant.

"you're not wrong. that's what i'm going to school for" you admitted.

and interested. maybe.

"to work with animals?"

"yeah, to be a vet."

"no wonder you're friends with peter. you must be like wicked smart" he chuckled.

you continued to talk until you got to the coffee shop. turns out he's an only child, you're not. he never mentioned a mother, so it must just be his father. he talks so highly of his father, but there's a bit of a falter there. you knew that falter.

stop psychoanalyzing him.

you watched his face drop when he went to order for you two and you told him you don't actually drink coffee. he apologized profusely for not asking before but you told him you'd live. he got you a hot chocolate instead.

when you guys left the coffee shop harry said he would walk you home so you led the way this time. you both sipped on your drinks and continued conversation. apparently, harry also goes to columbia but he was a business major with a minor in engineering. your paths would hardly ever cross on campus.

you had sort of wrote him off to be this fuckboy, you still kind of do. the business major thing doesn't really help his case. but this little walk with him had made you realize he wasn't so terrible.

that didn't mean you were gonna let him off so easily though.

you stopped in front of the building, harry looked confused when he realized what building you two were in front of.

"i told you i would walk you home" he said, frowning a bit.

"i walked you home instead, my place is further" you said, nodding in the direction opposite of the one you guys came from.

that was a lie. but it was too early for him to know where you lived. you had to keep that upper hand.

"i wouldn't mind walking a little bit y/n, really. "

okay so maybe he was actually interested.

"i know but its alright. i gotta get home." you said as you started to walk away from him. "thank you for the hot chocolate!"

harry watched you walk away from him with furrowed brows as he watched you go the same direction you had just came from.

"i thought you said your apartment was further away?!" he called after you.

"i lied!" you yelled back, smirking to yourself.

-

"y/n! i think you should give him a chance!"

you and peter were similar in the way that you both were roommates with your childhood best friends. right about now you wished you weren't.

"a chance to what? fuck me?"

you two were more different than you were similar. clover liked to see the best in people. that wasn't her fault though. she had never exactly been given a reason to do otherwise.

clover came from two loving parents. she was an only child but her parents treated you like a second daughter. sometimes you thought they treated you better than your own parents did. you tried to push that thought away though. it made you feel guilty.

they were the reason you and clover were living together right now. her parents were both tennis players and they must've been good at it because they were are loaded. they started investing in property at some point. and when their daughter told them she wanted to move to new york for college with her best friend, they made it happen.

they bought the whole apartment building actually, making sure to leave the best apartment available for their daughter and you. its insanity but you couldn't be more grateful for them. they did for more you than your own parents did.

"maybe. maybe more, maybe less" she protested

you laughed and shook your head at her. you had predicted this would happen. you were gonna avoid telling her in the first place but she saw the empty hot chocolate and started questioning.

"you've lost your mind. absolutely not clo"

she groaned like you had just told her she was grounded. which, for the record, clover's parents never grounded her. you grabbed bug and headed towards your room.

being a regular volunteer at the shelter gave you the privilege (and curse) of being able to foster some of the animals. you had to limit yourself to one and you picked bug. bug was a big black cat who enjoyed messing with clover during his free time. she wasn't huge on cats and he made it his business to harass her when you weren't home. you didn't mind, it evened the score for when she harassed you like she is right now.

"y/n please! this could actually mean something for you!" she protested.

for clover, this was the equivalent to you shutting off her favorite rom com right before things started to get good. her words not yours.

"it was just hot chocolate! plus, i don't want it to mean anything. i will live just fine without harry. didn't you say yourself that he had a reputation?"

during our light stalking session she said she had heard about him, a few girls had mentioned his name. then she admitted that was a lie and a lot of girls had mentioned his name, on various occasions. apparently he had spent the first few months of college getting some experience under his belt.

probably wasn't too hard for him once girls figured out who his father was.

you remember peter complaining about it once. saying how harry was falling behind and he had to threaten him to not help him anymore if he didn't get his act together.

or was it harry's father?

you couldn't exactly remember.

maybe that's why he was studying when you went over.

"we don't exactly know what that reputation is though! it could just be gossip or he could've changed!" clover called.

you scoffed as you entered your room, "yeah, fat chance clo!"

"a talking stage won't hurt!" she called after you before you shut your door and set bug down. you watched as he made his way onto you bed and laid himself out.

"might hurt" you mumbled.

-

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The Pull Of You - Part 6

Marvel

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes

Soulmates - Feeling the pull between each other indicates a bond. A kiss confirms it.

Summary: You meet Steve and Bucky on a Tuesday. Steve ignores the soulmate pull, Bucky can't. There's something about you that neither can shake, even when you're wearing one of Clint's t-shirts and your unicorn slippers. After weeks of slipping into your bed Bucky decides he can't hold back anymore. He's telling you after the mission, whether Steve is all in or not. When you don't come back from the mission, they are both ready to burn the world down and the team have the matches to help. But is everything as it seems and have they been betrayed by someone on the inside.

Chapter Summary: Reader discovers something is wrong.

Bucky pushed open the door and slipped in, gun in his hand, as you mirrored him close on his heel.

“Careful Buck, something’s off.”

“I’m aware Agent.” He snarked back. You frowned at his abruptness and stared at the back of his head. It only took a matter of seconds for him to shake it and an apology fall from his lips. This was your doing. You deserved the abrupt reply and his grumpy side. For the past few days you’d been sending a whole bunch of mixed signals.

From the moment you’d met Bucky you felt something, Steve too. It felt different with each of them but the same all at the same time. Bucky had become your shadow and initially Steve had stayed a step behind, his old fashion ways getting the best of him. Then Frank Castle had entered the compound looking for Peter, pissed off expression on his face and the want to break Spidey’s legs. Steve wasn’t sure how they’d get Parker out of his latest mess, until he found Frank laughing at the kitchen counter. He’d been sent to smooth things over whilst Tony hid Peter, only to find you had it all in hand. When you walked him out and hugged him goodbye Steve felt his blood boil, a realisation of what jealousy felt like and the want to split Castle’s head open in his mind. He’d been in your bed that night and you’d fought the urge to pour your heart out. Both of the super soldiers now in your bed, arms around you, a feeling of safety and comfort around the three of you. The argument with Natasha played in your mind. Her reassurance that they felt the same, that you all deserved to be happy and that you could make it work. If she could make it work with Bruce and Clint then so could you with the super soldiers. The next morning you readied yourself to say something but the words wouldn’t form and you couldn’t think of how to bringing it up.

“Hey Buck, morning Steve, I think we might be soulmates, want to make out and see?”

No, that wouldn’t work. Would they laugh at you? Would they think you were an idiot? I mean it made no sense right? You were born decades and generations apart. Just do it. Just ask them. Bucky practically lived in your room and according to Tony up your ass.

But you didn’t say anything. Distracted by the mentioning of a colleagues name you remembered a conversation you’d had with them. One that had replayed in your mind over and over. One that had filled you full of doubt and had caused you to get into a physical altercation with your best friend when she’d pushed you to make a move.

So you’d tried to lean away but Bucky just leaned with you and Steve kept looking at you like you hung the moon. You’d leaned some more and after your mission in France had decided maybe just keeping quiet was best. Best for you, best for them, best for the team.

You deserved Bucky’s shortness but it didn’t make your heart hurt any less that you’d upset him. Maybe you could drop soulmates into conversation when you got home and go from there? That’ll work right?

Steve’s voice in your ear snapped you back to the mission.

“Sam, how’s outside looking?”

“Too quiet.”

“Copy that.”

“Team one?”

“Quiet.” Natasha replied.

“Team two?”

“Quiet. You?” Came Bucky’s response.

“Same. Confirm positions.”

“Lookout spot one.” Sam confirmed.

“Third of the way.” Natasha replied.

“Third of the way.” Bucky added.

You looked around, you were definitely not a third of the way.

“Hang on.”

Bucky side eyed you and frowned, as you looked around.

“Buck? Y/N? Is there a problem?” Steve asked.

“We’re not where we’re meant to be.” You replied.

“We’re a third in.” Bucky corrected you.

“No we’re not.”

You went to step around Bucky and he pushed you back behind him. You rolled your eyes at him and stepped forward again.

“I’m telling you Barnes. We aren’t a third in. The print room marks our third. Do you see a print room? Or a room at all?”

He looked around.

“Shit.” He huffed. “She’s right.”

“Don’t sound so surprised. I broke into the Louvre once because I was bored. I can read a map and get in and out in a blink or did you forget breaking and entering is my specialty. So either we’ve gone wrong Mr Team Leader or….”

“Or?” Steve replied.

“I thought talking at people was her specialty” “Clint not now.”

“Or Y/N?” Steve asked again.

“This corridor isn’t meant to be here.” You said pointing to an opening to your right.

“What?” Steve asked abruptly.

“She’s right Steve. The layout is off.”

You pulled out a tool from your utility belt. A mix between a laser and a torch, you’d created it yourself. Tony had of course made you a better version when you’d moved into the compound. You headed into the mystery corridor shining the light along the walls. The trick of your tool was that the mix of light and beam would show abnormalities. Hidden walls and doors, not so hidden anymore.

“There you are.” And you followed the line your light had found from the floor, up the wall, across the ceiling and down, until it met where you started. You stepped over the line and heard Bucky go to follow you. “Stay there.”

“Yes ma’am.”

He’d heard enough stories from Clint about some of your pyramid missions together and how you’d stopped him getting decapitated at least three times.

"If she tells you to stay put stay put, otherwise get a free haircut."

A metre in front of the first line you found another. You holstered your gun and moved to the wall, running your finger against the line. The feeling of being watched suddenly washed over you and out the corner of your eye you could see a camera with a small light flashing. A light flashing in a base where you’d just knocked the power out. The only light at all had been the natural light coming in through the windows and skylights. There were no signs of any other power running. You needed to tell the team without letting whoever was watching you know you were on to them.

“Nat, remember that mission in Egypt. The one where Clint fell into that pit.”

Of course, she remembered. Clint’s life had flashed before her eyes but he didn’t fall, it was a trap.  Shit. Nat looked around to make sure no eyes were on her and tapped her ear piece to spell out what you were really saying in Morse code.

T R A P

A round of beeps in your ear confirmed the team understood.

“Doll?” Bucky called stepping towards you.

Before you could answer a loud whirring sound could be heard, along with metal being slid and moved, like doors being moved underground. It was followed by a rumbling under your feet. You looked around again and realised Bucky was over the line, passed where you’d instructed him to stay. You felt the floor move and realisation washed over you.

You’d walked into a trap box.

You reacted quickly, your thoughts going to Bucky. Where Hydra trying to reclaim their asset?

“Buck, run.”

His eyes went wide as they met yours. Nat had told you before you’d even arrived at the compound about the plan if Hydra or anyone made a plan to snatch Barnes.

“He doesn’t want anyone dying trying to save him. So the plan is he runs.”

“Why are you telling me this Natasha?” You’d asked.

“Because I know you. You don’t try and save him or get caught in a gunfight, you tell him to run.”

“Yes Natasha, whatever you say Natasha.” You’d replied dryly.

Now though Bucky wasn’t running, he looked at you panic in his eyes and went to grab your arm. He knew he had to run but a hugely selfish part of him wanted to take you with him. But the thought of risking your life made him hesitate.

“Run!” You yelled.

You felt the floor move again and acted quickly. You lifted your foot and kicked Bucky square in the chest sending him over the first line as the floor parted and a metal wall came shooting upwards through the gap. It caught Bucky’s foot as he moved backwards from your kick. He landed hard but righted himself quickly as the wall locked into place. You heard him yell.

“No!!!!”

You turned to run the other way as another wall came out the second line and locked into place, the ceiling and side walls moving to show the metal box you were now in. You were trapped. You could hear Bucky yelling and throwing himself at the box. You looked around to find a weak point but failed to find any. You could hear the team yelling over comms asking what was happening.

“Steve, I need you to listen to me.”

A mix of voices came through and you yelled.

“Steve!! I need you to listen to me!!”

The team fell quiet.

“Get him out of here. Get him home. Please all of you get out of here.”

“We’re on our way to your location.”

“You’re not listening Steve. Listen, please get him out of here.”

You felt the box move suddenly like it was dropping and a gasp fell from your lips.

“Kid. Keep talking, tell us what’s happening.” Tony’s voice crackled through the comms. Tony could probably burn a hole in this thing and get you out. Bucky throwing himself at it certainly wasn’t doing anything.

“Tony! Are you here?”

“I’m ten minutes out. What do you need?”

“I’m in a box. It’s a trap box. It’s moving. Bucky that’s not helping!”

“I’m getting you out!” He yelled.

“Tony I need you to blast this thing.”

“I’m on my way kid. I’ll get you out but I got to say I’m flattered that you think you need me. You’re telling me you need my help? Come on Y/N, you can get in and out of everywhere and anywhere. There’s got to be a weak point. You’ve got the kit. We need you out that box Houdini. I can’t handle these assholes on my own.”

You knew what Tony was doing. He was trying to keep you calm. Provoke you into action.

“Really? You seem to be managing just fine.”

“Two words. Accords. Ultron.”

“Really? You know Stark. Both of those things were caused by you.” Nat’s voice ringed through your coms.

“Nope. Not buying it The Accords was a group effort.”

You kept looking for a weak point but couldn’t find one.

“Doll. The knife. Use the knife.”

“I don’t have it. I gave it you back.”

“Check your right leg holster.”

Sure enough Bucky’s knife was in your holster.

“Barnes, you and I are going to have a serious conversation when we get home.”

“Damn right we are.”

You decided the best course of action was to try and get the vibrainum knife into where the door had sealed to the ceiling and hope for the best. You moved back and decided to parkour of the side wall but before you had chance the box jumped again and you could here chains moving.

“Fuck.”

“Y/N, what’s happening?” Steve asked.

“I think I’m moving.”

“Pietro go.”

He’d held off until now, knowing he shouldn’t leave Steve’s side. Especially after he’d nearly been benched after the last mission. He was quickly beside Bucky, who was alternating between throwing himself at the door and clawing it. Pietro’s hearing wasn’t as great as the super soldiers but it was still well above average and he could hear moving and shifting of the box.

“Stark, move your ass.” He told him, as he joined Bucky at banging at the box.

Deciding it was now or never you started to run at the wall. Gas blew into the box and you coughed and spluttered.

“Doll!!!”

“Gas. Buck, P, go! Please go. Stun gas.”

You fell to the floor.

“Nat, don’t let them do anything stupid.” You gasped.

“Promise.”

“Steve, get him out, please. P, get him out. All of you. Whole place could be…..” you gasped and spluttered.

“Bucky, I need to tell you. Tell you and Stevie.”

Before Bucky had chance to reply there was aloud bang and what sounded like metal being cut. Pietro and Bucky saw the box move minutely and then it dropped. Disappearing before their eyes as you let out a scream.

A scream that would haunt them all.

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[sirduck48]

*is wearing a trench coat, fedora, sunglasses, and mustache* psst! hey kid? you want some Sir Handel headcanons?

-In my human AU, every time Duncan goes to practice his electric guitar, or listen to his Led Zeppelin or AC/DC albums, Sir Handel suddenly needs to do a project that requires the power to be shut off.

-He gets very offended if Gordon refers to him as "mini me", but it's fine if Peter Sam calls him a "mini Gordon"

-there was this whole incident where Paxton couldn't work at the quarry, so he had Diesel take his place, Diesel then decided to try and take over the Skarloey railway but it backfired horribly, first he had to put up with Sir Handel's tantrums,

(diesel: will you stop whining!?

Sir handel: you want whining? I'll give you whining! it's too hot! I'm too tired! you're shunting the trucks wrong! you're too mean! the trucks are too heavy!)

-Diesel then decided to try the same tactics he used with Duck by spreading rumors that Sir Handel was speaking bad about the other engines. when he told this to the rest of the narrow gauge engines, they went "yep, that sounds like sir Handel alright, he tends to do that, except his insults are way more creative than that." and not even care.

-Diesel then changed his story so it was Duncan being the one to talk badly about the narrow gauge engines, and they were just like, "yeah no, if Duncan were to speak badly about us, he would've said it to our faces."

-then diesel tried to pit the others against Rusty, but that backfire horribly and the whole thing ended with Diesel being terrorized by Duncan, and being backed into a corner by said Duncan, and somehow dragged halfway up the incline.

-my OC No. 2456 despises Sir Handel for no reason other than his name starts with a "sir", ergo Sir Handel is an aristocrat, No. 2456 hates aristocrats because in their mind, they started ww1. and they're a trench loco so...

needless to say Sir Handel is rather offended by this.

*points to my open palm* "I'll take all of the Sir Handel headcanons you have if you please" (this goes for everyone who has Sir Handel headcanons by the way).

•Plot twist, this is Peter Sam. Sir Handel sneaks in and listens to Duncan's albums. The two rock out together, but Sir Handel hurries off the minute anyone comes along.

•To me, Sir Handel cares deeply about being distinctive and having his own identity, so calling him a mini version of someone else would cause him to complain and boast about how smart and distinctive he is.

•You know that scene in My Little Pony where Rarity starts whining at the Diamond Dogs? That scene (and episode as a whole) is Sir Handel. Sir Handel is definitely Rarity.

•I completely agree. Sir Handel's insults are definitely creative, and even earn a laugh out of most.

•Again, I completely agree. I love the rest of the engine's reactions, they are highly amusing and fitting.

•Once again, I completely agree. Duncan does not really show positive emotions in the way that everyone else does. So, while he does not say to Rusty that he cares about them, he comes charging if anyone messes with them.

•Sir Handel would probably think that they're jealous because of how grand and fancy he is. He is a posh chap, and he takes great pride in it.

[bulkyphrase]

Is it too late to do the ask game...whoops <3

4. NOTP (Least favorite ship)

13. Character you think deserves a spinoff

18. Things you'd do if you're one of the MCU writers

35. Favorite MCU phase

36. A scene that makes you cringe whenever you watch them

38. Favorite and least favorite villain

It's never too late! Honestly, anyone can do any ask meme I've ever posted at any time.

4. NOTP (Least favorite ship) Hmm. There are plenty of ships that you could not pay me to read, but there’s not really one that stands out above the rest. Mostly because I’m not exposed to them very often--either they’re very rare pairs that I hardly ever stumble across (Sam/Tony, Natasha/Tony) or they’re popular in the parts of fandom I never visit (Tony/Peter, Bucky/Zemo). That being said, one ship that I just can’t get into, even though there’s nothing at all wrong with it, is Steve Rogers/Phil Coulson. It might be a power dynamic thing? Like, I can definitely get behind a ship where an older and more experienced/secure character is paired with a younger and more vulnerable character. And I can see the possibilities of a ship with a longtime fan who gets together with the object of their hero worship. But Steve/Phil is both of those at the same time, and they combine in a not great way for me.

13. Character you think deserves a spinoff Okoye-centric Dora Milaje series please and thank you. They have hinted about doing one and they really need to make it happen.

18. Things you'd do if you're one of the MCU writers I would definitely be including Sam Wilson more in current projects, that’s for sure. There is a new Captain America, and no one in the MCU seems to think that’s worth mentioning? Even in passing? And there’s no indication that he’ll show up in What if…? season 2 either.

35. Favorite MCU phase My gut instinct was to say Phase 2 (because of CATWS), but on closer inspection it turns out that phase has one movie I love, two I like fine, and three of (IMO) the worst films the MCU has ever made. So maybe not that one. So like any perfectly normal person, I made a spreadsheet of all the MCU films, ranked them from favorite to least favorite, and calculated the average ranking per phase. According to science, my favorite is Phase 1, with 3 and 4 coming very close behind.

36. A scene that makes you cringe whenever you watch them The scene in Captain America: The First Avenger where Steve is doing his USO show for the 107th survivors. Cringe isn’t even a strong enough word--I practically have to close my eyes and cover my ears for that part. It is too painful.

38. Favorite and least favorite villain He’s evolved out of his villain stage, but Loki was fantastic in Thor and Avengers 1. Complex and sympathetic but still genuinely a villain. For different reasons, Alexander Pierce and Justin Hammer are strong contenders as well. Most of the MCU’s worst villains are just deeply forgettable. Aldrich Killian is probably the worst, though, as he combines forgettability with sidelining Maya Hanson, who was originally intended to be the main villain of Iron Man 3.

[casspurrjoybell-17]

Heart’s Choice - Chapter 29 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

John checks in on me in the morning via text.

I spend the day at the library, taking advantage of the free Wi-Fi and looking for a new place to live.

I can't imagine my garage will be usable again any time soon and who knows what will happen to the property, now that Lucille is dead.

In the meantime, I try not to think about John and his confession or the questions that went along with it.

Did I love him, too?

Did I even know what love felt like?

I knew it when I saw it, like I saw it between Ian and Sam but I wasn't sure I'd ever experienced it myself, at least, until now.

But where was the line between like and lust and true love?

How did I know what I felt for John wasn't just shallow attraction?

Or some vampire mate-bond shit?

We were compatible in bed, at least, that was something and he was easy to live with.

I think back on the week I spent at his house.

I liked him and I liked his dogs, I liked his sense of humor 'on the occasions he relaxed enough to let it out' and I liked the way he made me feel, like I was someone worth the effort and worth caring about.

And yeah, I want him to kiss me again, I want him to do a lot more, too.

The attraction between us is undeniable.

But if I could never touch him again, would I still want his company?

I decide that I would and maybe that's the difference.

I don't just love John's body or the things he does to mine...

'I love John.'

Maybe what 'love' means can change over time, too.

A couple who've been together for fifty years probably aren't 'in love' the same way they were when they first met but they may love each other none the less.

Whether we would get the chance to find out if our 'love' could stand the test of time remained to be seen and largely depended on John's ability to restrain himself and not literally love me to death.

In the meantime, his confession deserved a reply.

After steeling my nerves and rehearsing in my head, I call him.

"John Turner's phone. Becky Wu speaking."

I choke on whatever I was going to say.

"Hello?"

"Uh... Hi, Becky. This is... that guy you saw at John's house. Carlos. Is John there?"

"Oh, hi, Carlos," Becky giggles.

"Sorry, he's in the shower. Can I take a message?"

My head swirls with reasons why John would be in the shower and Becky would be at his house, most of which don't make sense.

"No. Just tell him I called and to call me back."

"Sure thing. He's been telling about this case you're on. Sounds like a real head-banger."

"Head-banger?"

"Yeah, you know. Makes you wanna bang your head on your desk."

"Oh. Yeah, I guess it does."

I thought she meant a mind-fuck but it's sort of the same thing, anyway.

"For real. First, one or both of the Peters kill Kyle's parents. Then they adopt Kyle. Next, Mr. Peters dies, my theory is he found out and Lucille killed him, John thinks he was the killer and had a guilty conscience, drank himself stupid and fell down the stairs."

Her excitement translates clearly through her tone and I can almost see her counting off the list on her fingers.

"Fast forward to the present and Kyle is killed. Lucille is a suspect but she pays your hospital bills when you're injured. A deflection tactic? But when Kyle's parents' remains are found, Lucille butchers herself in the most bizarre way possible. Oh and to top if off, she left her house to the gardener. What kind of murderer does that?"

"What gardener? Her yard is a disaster."

"Right? And then your only other suspect has an alibi for Daryl Spark's death, if a thin one."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the first part of the night he was working at a bar, that's solid. But the second half he was with some girl and she's the only one who can vouch for that. Believe me, the DA would tear that to shreds like a cat with a ball of catnip spiked tissue paper."

"A girl? Wait, are we talking about Alejo?"

He looked like the sort who'd call you maricón (Sissy) and beat the shit out of you if you looked at him wrong but he couldn't get it up with a girl if he tried.

Or so he'd told me.

"That's according to John," Becky says.

"You'll have to ask him when he calls. I'd wait and talk to you in the meantime but he's taking one of his 'stress' showers. He'll be awhile."

I frown at the idea that Becky knows more about John's habits than I do, even though it's obvious she would.

They may not have been in love but they were married and lived together for much longer than I've known John existed.

Unable to stop myself, I ask the burning question.

"Um... what are you doing there, anyway?"

"Just picking up the dogs. John asked me to take them back for a few weeks while he moves."

"Moves? Moves where?"

"He hasn't told you? I guess this town just doesn't have the right 'vibe' for him or something. He's thinking of taking another position in San Fran. He's got family there, you know."

I try and fail to think of something appropriate to say.

"Hello?"

"Sorry."

I hold the phone away as I cough to clear my throat and remind myself to breathe.

"Uh, no. He hasn't mentioned that."

"Oh. Well... I'll tell him you called."

Becky's tone contains a wince, as if she's wondering if she's inadvertently said too much.

"Thanks. Um... and give Rick and Morty some belly rubs from me. I'm gonna miss those two."

"Sure thing, Carlos. Bye."

She ends the call.

I stare at my phone.

Then I pull up Alejo's number and call him.

He knows the shit on just about everyone, in certain circles, anyway and he might know something about this 'gardener.'

Moreover, I want to know about this 'girl' because if Alejo was lying about his alibi, then we've still got a solid suspect on the line.

He answers on the first ring, barely giving me a chance to second-guess myself.

"Pendejo? (Fool) Que va! (No way) I thought you were dead or something."

"Oh? Is that why you never bothered to call me after I fell down a flight of stairs and broke my arm?"

"What?" Alejo laughs.

"That Cabrón (Bastard) didn't tell you? I rode to the hospital with you. I was there the whole way. Then he showed up and told me to fuck off. You didn't tell me you were serious with nobody."

"I'm... I'm not," I say, swallowing.

"That guy... doesn't know what he's talking about. We're not together."

"Oh. So, you free tonight?"

Wow. Right to it, then.

"Yeah. That's why I called."

He chuckles, a low, soft sound that sends an unpleasant shiver up my spine.

"Come to the bar. I'm on shift until ten. Then we can have some fun."

"I'll be there."

"Can't wait."

He makes a kissing sound that makes me cringe and hangs up.

I grab my wallet and keys and head for the door.

I've lost my home and my business. My aunt 'and only living family member' is missing and the only man I've ever loved has decided I'm not worth the effort, after all.

What else have I got to lose?

[astromechs]

For the character meme, I want to ask Jessica Jones because I have no idea what you think about her 👀

I'm not sure you like her though so I'll also say Rich Rider

ooo, i love jessica jones! here she is:

1: sexuality headcanon: bisexual (and didn't that actually go canon in gail simone's variants series recently? i haven't read it yet, but that's what i heard) 2: otp: i have a real soft spot for her and matt together, i really do, their dynamic is just fun (and it's fun to write). the show kind of made it wonky, but in the comics, her and luke cage are otp for life. 3: brotp: show jessica is trish for sure. anyone she can be shitty to while she secretly likes, ALWAYS fun. 4: notp: kilgrave lol like wtf are people thinking actually shipping that 5: first headcanon that pops into my head: her musical taste trends closer to pop than you'd expect. DON'T ever say anything to her about this, though. (but, since i think matt's definitely trend toward pop-y? they find they like a lot of the same stuff eventually. ghfjdks) 6: favorite line from this character: "knowing it's real means you've gotta make a decision. one, keep denying it, or two, do something about it." 7: one way in which I relate to this character: i too put up a front of hardness and sarcasm to other people but really i'm a softie on the inside — so same as jess really 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: baby please do your laundry, i know you like your jeans but you gotta wash them sometime 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?: she'd kill me for saying it but she's a cinnamon roll

aaand for richie:

1: sexuality headcanon: bisexual 2: otp: namorita, peter quill, gamora — and there are at least, like, four ships i invented for him that i'm super obsessed with if you want to hear about them LMFAO 3: brotp: sam, the guardians, the new warriors 4: notp: things that are like, minor or villain ships. or shipping him with his brother. otherwise i'm chill 5: first headcanon that pops into my head: i always thought that if DC heroes existed as fictional in the marvel universe, his favorite superhero would be wonder woman 6: favorite line from this character: "we don't get to quit." 7: one way in which I relate to this character: a lot of his mental health and self-worth issues really hit home with me. i too struggle with believing i deserve love. it's a problem. i do also go through life with that "it's all up to me" mentality, and where does it get me. same place as rich LMFAO 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: bro. bro. i love you, but handling your return from the dead by not telling people you're alive and then expecting other people to pass that message along is not the way to handle it. no wonder you got punched; you deserved it 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?: he's a cinnamon roll, he's never done anything wrong in his life. you know, conceptually.

send me a character, and i'll answer these!

[twwpress]

Weekly Press Briefing #75: November 25th - December 2nd

Welcome back to the Weekly Press Briefing, where we bring you highlights from The West Wing fandom each week, including new fics, ongoing challenges, and more! This briefing covers all things posted from November 25 - December 2. Did we miss something? Let us know; you can find our contact info at the bottom of this briefing! 

Challenges/Prompts:

There are no open challenges/prompts that we know of this week. Do you have a challenge or event you’d like us to promote or know of one we’re missing? Be sure to get in touch with us! Contact info is at the bottom of this briefing.

This Week in Canon:

Welcome back to This Week in Canon, where we revisit moments in The West Wing that occurred on these dates during the show’s run.

Season 6, Episode 7: A Change is Gonna Come aired on December 1, 2004.

Photos/Videos:

Here’s what was posted from November 26 - December 2:

Allison Janney posted a photo of herself backstage with Ricky Martin. 

Allison Janney posted a video for her niece Petra’s non-profit, Amelia Air Rescue, for Giving Tuesday. 

Dule Hill posted a video of his daughter Kennedy playing college volleyball along with a sweet message. 

Josh Malina posted a video about Jewish actors in American theatre related to a New York Times article. 

Marlee Matlin posted a photo from the Media Access Awards, encouraging everyone to tune into the 2023 Media Access Awards, airing Sunday December 3 at 9 pm on KCET in Los Angeles and December 15 at 8 pm PR on PBS SoCal with streaming on both websites and on the free PBS app.

Marlee Matlin posted a photo of herself and Henry Winkler eating out at 7 Adams restaurant. 

Peter James Smith posted photos from his theatre trip to NYC.

Peter James Smith posted some baby photos of himself. 

Peter James Smith posted a photo of himself in an ornament on The West Wing Teen’s tree. 

Rob Lowe posted a photo of a rainbow on the Unstable set. 

Donna Moss Daily: November 26 | November 27 | November 28 | November 29 | November 30 | December 1 | December 2

Daily Josh Lyman: November 26 | November 27 | November 28 | November 29 | November 30 | December 1 | December 2

No Context BWhit: November 26 | November 27 | November 28 | November 29 | November 30 | December 1 | December 2

@twwarchive: November 28 | December 1 

Edits/Artwork:

#donnamoss: princess face, killer body, samurai mind by @nacejisbon [VIDEO EDIT] #joshdonna: you're losing me by @nacejisbon [VIDEO EDIT] #joshdonna: new year's day by @hvnleia [VIDEO EDIT] #ABBEYBARTLET: but it’s me who’s been making the bed. by @livsbenson [VIDEO EDIT]

Editors’ Choice: 

Chanukah begins this coming Thursday evening, so we rounded up some fics to celebrate. We did our best to prioritize works by Jewish authors; if we missed any of your favorite stories, please feel free to reblog with links! Happy Chanukah! 

what else can I give him, poor as I am? by park_all_covered_with_cheese | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | It's been a long time since Josh Lyman celebrated Chanukah properly, in his own home. But Sam needs cheering up, and Josh needs an excuse to find out what's wrong. Sufganiyot and Other Declarations Of Love by eowyn_of_rohan | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn | Complete | The way to Josh’s heart is through his stomach, so Sam has planned accordingly this holiday season. (Obligatory Hanukkah fic! Chag urim sameach!) Bless Us As Well by altschmerzes | Rated T | Josh Lyman & Toby Ziegler (Gen Fic) | Complete I It's the first Hanukkah after Rosslyn, and Toby has a gift for Josh. “It’s a tallit,” Toby tells him stiffly, and Josh nods. “I know what it is,” he says, voice soft and lacking any recrimination. He may not be an observant Jew, but he’s seen a prayer shawl before. “Why did you… What?” “It’s the tallit that I wore when you were shot. I wore it while I prayed that you would live. That you’d be okay. And I want you to have it.”

This week's fics will be reblogged onto this post in a moment!

[whxre-bxby]

🐍🔪LOKI × reader #1

Just an imagine, next part will contain smut. I'm very busy at the moment, so this is all I can give you.

please excuse all and any typos i suck at everything :)

Loki and I were walking down the hallways in Asgard. The place he and Thor grew up in. This was their palace.

We were here for the infinty stone, to bring back everyone... like Peter, Bucky, Wanda, T'challa, Mantis, Groot and many more..

Loki was unwanted here and so was I, because I was not part of the family and had no right to enter.

Rocket came with us, but we split up so we could cover the place quicker.

We speed walked down the halls and I kept looking behind us to make sure we aren't being followed. The guards can't see us otherwise the whole plan would fail.

"Just admit it, my plan was genius." Loki says, keeping it down but loud enough to bother me.

"Never will I ever do that in any of my lives." I snap back, wanting him to just shut up so we can finish what we have to.

"Why not?" He asks.

"Because this here, this wasn't your plan. We all came up with this. We need our friends back and that's why we are here. The team came up with this, you won't get full credit."

I reply, annoyed he won't just drop the subject.

"Actually, Scott came up with it. Thanks to him we actually managed to travel back in time." I add, wanting Scott Lang to have the credit because it was really mainly his idea.

"You're cute when you're angry." Loki says, grinning at me. I shake my head.

"I'm not angry, I'm nervous and annoyed."

"Nervous because you are alone with me?" He continues to grin.

"Nervous, because if we fuck this up everyone loses what they already have. We have a chance, right here to bring them back okay. I'm not letting this go wrong."

I say, my breath uneven.

"Why do you care so much about them? Who did you loose that meant so much to you?" He asks, his grin slightly fading.

"No one in particular...actually, Peter and Bucky, I miss them a lot. They didn't deserve to just go. Tony needs Peter, Steve needs Bucky, Rocket needs Groot, Quill, Drax and Mantis, we need Wanda, T'challa, Sam and Dr.Strange- "

"Okay okay darling, calm down. No need to get emotional. Everything will turn out just fine." Loki says, patting my back, unsure how I will react to the touch.

I nod and we keep walking. To cheer me up, Loki suddenly shapeshifts into Captain America. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"This suit is so tight and it looks ridiculous."

He chuckles. I let out a soft chuckle too at his childish behaviour.

Suddenly, a row of palace guards appear around the corner. Loki opened his mouth, about to say something so I covered it with my hand and pushed him into a dark corner, me almost falling behind him. He doesn't move and seems shocked at my fast actions.

"Wow, getting straight to busine-" he whispers but I step on his foot which makes him suck in air shut up. I send him a glare and press myself against the cold stone wall, listening. The guards walk past, their armor clattering. I slide to the side and peak around the corner. That's when I spot Rocket on the ceiling. He is on the other side of the room. He sees me too and I send him questioning look. Rocket just gives me a thumbs up and continues taking the lamps apart. I lean back against the wall and let out a sigh of relief.

"Loki we almost got caught. You can't just-" I quietly tell him. My head faces him and I see the most adorable cute facial expression he has ever had. It changes back to his mischevous one in seconds.

"Caught doing what?" He asks, a smirk flooding his face.

"Trespassing!" I snap.

"Oh come on, you're enjoying this." He says, taking a step foward and now blocking my way out. I cross my arms over my chest and look away. Loki chuckles again softly and his hand glides to my chin. He guides me to look back at him. My body freezes at his touch and I feel my cheeks go red. I open my mouth, wanting to say something but he presses his finger against my lips to shut me up this time. Loki moves closer, his mouth by my ear.

"You know I can notice the way I send shivers down your body or the way your cheeks get red whenever I get close.." Loki says, continuing to tease me about my emotions.

"Loki- wha-"

"Tell me how you feel.." he whispers, seductively.

"Trapped. I literally can't mo-"

"Good, get used to it." He whispers, grinning.

"What are you talk-" I try to finish my sentence but he cuts me off again.

"I want you to tell me how you feel about me." He says, his voice more demanding.

"No way in hell am I ever doing that. Let me go now, we have a mission to complete."

I reply, being sassy. I look into his eyes, challenging.

"I wasn't asking dear.." he says.

I had feelings, strong feelings for Loki. I remeber when he came to the compound no one ever talked to him because of what he once did to New York. I treated him like I treated everyone else and that's how we became 'close'. I felt butterflies in my stomache because our lips and bodies were so close to eachother, but I wans't going to let anything distract me from my mission. He chose a bad time, and to be honest, I wanted to tease him too.

"And I don't care.." I say, smirking at him. I duck under his arm.

He needs to stop flirting, this is important. With that I walk out of the corner but Loki's hand grabs my wrist. He looks into my eyes and raises a brow. "You sure you want to leave. This area seems hidden, soundproof and eh the wall is stable." He says, pretending to be professionel but he was just flirting again.

"I'm leaving now and so are you. Then the two of us need to get that racoon-"

"Rabbit."

"Stop it. That racoon has what we came here for, we need to get him off the ceiling and leave. We don't have much time." I say and turn around storming out of the hidden corner. I hear Loki's footsteps behind me.

The sound of my heels echos through the huge hall and Rocket picks up on it. I gesture to him with my hands that we are heading to the exit and he nods, climbing down. Suddenly, a hammer flies past our faces and Loki and I stop in shock. The hammer obviously missed Rocket because he was small and he gave me an evil grin. We turn around and see Thor.

"What happened? You were meant to be here long ago! What took you so long?" I whisper shout at him.

"I uh, I met someone. Took a bit of motivation. And the rabbit hit me."

"He was crying, it wasn't my fault." Rocket says in his defence. Loki raises his eyebrows at Thor.

"Ah Loki, come to stab me again have you?"

"What happened to you?" He asks, looking at Thor's beer belly and mutted up hair.

"Ah yes, new me. How do you like it?"

"You look like melted ice cream." Rocket says. I chuckle and pull Thor to us.

"We need to return now. Rocket did you get it?" He nods. "Thor?" Thor nods aswell. "Good, lets go. "

(To be continued... )

[write-away-miss]

Children's Theatre 7

(Fictional Scenario)

Samuel Arias has been doing Step production for years. He's right alongside Mae and Andy for the most shows done.

Sam was always a flamboyant kid. He was never interested in sports, and he didn't have any desire for wearing his hair short. He even was known for wearing princess dresses in preschool. Sam's mom was a bit of a hippie, so it was never a negative thing. She knew. In a little small way, she knew, and if it were to be true, she would be okay with it.

Sam really wanted to be an actor. He would watch old Hollywood with his mom, and all he wanted to be was Audrey Hepburn in Funny Face. He could recreate all the photos Audrey takes along her trip through Paris. He would frequently try to pose with the pigeons at the library fountain.

Sam's mom put him in shows because she'd heard about it through the elementary school's Facebook. So Sam joined the Every Little Step family!

Director Jim knew. Just like how Sam's mom could see it, Jim saw it. He saw Sam, and I thought about how he was as a child. All Director Jim ever wished was that he'd figured it out sooner. If he'd been an accepted child, he could have maybe been a happier teen. Maybe that would have made him a happier adult, too.

Director Jim wanted to teach Sam that it was okay to be the way he is. But he didn't want to say gay to this kid, that felt wrong. So he just started casting him as queer roles. Roles that, even if they weren't a little flamboyant before, they were going to be flamboyant now.

Director Jim first made Sam the Tin Man in The Wizard of Oz. That was the cutest little queer Tin Man you'd ever seen. Then Sam played one of the little brothers in Peter Pan, the one with the teddy bear.

In middle school, Sam did the performance of a lifetime as Edna in Hairspray Jr. Director Jim knew Sam was gay enough to be Edna. He wanted to put that kid in drag so bad. And so he did! And Sam was marvelous.

At the Hairspray cast party, Sam realized he was gay.

The whole cast is sitting in a circle in Andy's parent's basement. No one is drunk or anything, they're all in the 8th grade, but everyone is high off the adrenaline of finishing the show. One of the girls suggest they should do spin the bottle. It was probably Cami, she really liked Andy at the time. Everyone did.

So the entire cast of Hairspray Jr. is all around 13 or 14, and they're all kissing in a circle. Everyone kissed everyone. No one was safe. But when it got to be Sam's turn, the bottle landed on Ivan. Everyone started giggling and ooo-ing. Sam turned a bright shade of red, but Ivan just gave him this assured half smile.

"How about it? Wilbur and Edna get to kiss at last?" Ivan is blushing a little now too.

It was just a peck. The simplest little peck. But it changed Sam's life.

Once the game broke up, Sam found himself in the kitchen getting himself a coke, when Ivan comes in. They were alone together in Andy's big ass kitchen.

"You know," Ivan said. "I really liked that kiss. You're a good kisser"

"Oh god, I doubt that," Sam tucked his long hair behind his ear.

"Well, we can try again. You'll see how good you are at it."

Both of them are blushing, but Sam nods. "Let's do it."

And they kiss again. It was more than a peck this time. Not much farther, but the two of them lingered. They finally broke apart and smiled.

Sam knew in that moment. He'd figured it out. And now he really liked Ivan.

But unfortunately, everyone at that cast party got mono. It was a plague that ravished every kid in that kissing circle. Every parent was either mortified or wildly amused. Every kid was embarrassed, but exhilarated at how grown up they finally felt.

While Sam was down for the count for a couple days. He got to thinking. He thought, and thought, and thought. For a long time. About who he liked. Ivan specifically, but who he found himself getting excited by.

Sam came out to his mom while she brought him his antibiotics. She just smiled, and gave him a big hug. She said she would love him no matter what.

Sam and Ivan didn't really talk about it for a while. Once everybody recovered after the mono, Sam and Ivan had gotten too embarrassed to say anything to each other.

They did start dating during Into the Woods. They would only break up when Ivan went to college a year before everyone else.

Sam was a little heartbroken. But he had hope, they would be together forever. So he waited for Ivan. And for the spring break of his senior year, Sam visited all the colleges he'd gotten into, and one of them happened to be Ivan's college.

They weren't the same. They weren't going to work out.

Sam went to a different college for musical theatre. He tried really hard not to think about it. But it just stayed on his mind.

Now the summer's rolled around again, and Sam's a volunteer camp counsellor, and Ivan's running the light board, like always.

[marvelatthetwilight]

Can I get a Bucky x reader please !!

Mafiabucky! Please

He’s not afraid of anyone unless it’s his 5’2 girlfriend coming into the office interrupting a meeting to tell him he’s an hour late for their date !

I think it will be cute watching a little thing walk in and seeing his face drop and Steve holding in laughs because he knows Bucky in deep shit

A/N: Oh Bucky's in troooooouble. A quick one. Also, only 15 followers away from 1,000, I need to think of a celebration quick!

A quick knock on the door prompts a growl from Bucky at being interrupted. “What?!” He calls out.

“Er…boss?” Peter, one of his newest recruits nervously stands in the doorway.

“I said I wasn’t to be interrupted.” Bucky rests his head in his hands, lifting his head only to pinch at the top of his nose whilst he waits for Peter’s nervous reply.

“I know boss, but she said…”

“She?”

“Miss Y/N.”

A scoff from the side of the room suddenly pulls Bucky from his frustration, a shot of panic rippling through his body.

“Y/N’s here? What did you do Buck?” Steve asks, trying to hold down his laughter.

“It’s more like what didn’t he do Stevie. Thanks Peter, I got it from here.” You pat the young lad on the shoulder before strutting into Bucky’s office, your heels clicking on the expensive wooden floors, your bag hanging at your side, your favourite dress adorning your body, clinging to your curves in just the right places. Just as Bucky liked it.

“Hey…er…hi kitten…” Bucky replies nervously, Steve spluttering from the corner trying not to make eye contact with Sam as they both try to hold in their laughter.

“That’s all you have to say Buck?”

“You look beautiful.” He gestures to your dress, his gaze smouldering as he follows your dress to where it meets your bare legs.

“Of course, I do. But why am I dressed nicely James?”

“Uh oh. She called him James.” Sam whispers across the room to Steve.

Bucky tries to ignore his friends whispering behind him as he attempts to focus on you. He racks his brain to the events of this morning before he left for work.

“You’re always beautiful kitten, always dressed beautifully.” Bucky offers, glancing back at Steve nervously, his friend simply shrugging with a smirk on his face.

“Take a guess James. Why. Am. I. Dressed. Like. This.” You punctuate each word with a step towards him until you’re standing in front of his desk, leaning forward till you are inches from his face. He swallows nervously, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he watches your features for any clues.

Steve gets up from his seat at the side of the desk, squeezing your arm as he passes you.

“We’re just gonna leave you to it. We’ll sort out the other stuff.” Steve calls out to Bucky on his way out, clapping Sam on the shoulder as he motions for them to leave. He sends you a quick wink before disappearing through the door. “Give him hell Y/N!” He shouts through the door as it closes.

You smirk as you look down at Bucky, watching him carefully, his mind working overtime to work out where he has gone wrong. Suddenly his face brightens in recognition, feeling proud of himself before it’s quickly replaced by a look of disappointment.

“Oh doll, I’m so sorry.” He reaches for you, and you flinch away from him, shaking your head.

“We’ve been planning this for weeks. I waited at the restaurant for you, like we planned.” Your earlier angry resolve breaks slightly as your voice cracks.

“Kitten I promise I will make it up to you.”

You lean back down towards him again, faces so close that Bucky could touch your lips in a kiss, but he doesn’t dare. Not after what he’s done. Your eyes glint mischievously, Bucky wrapped tightly around your finger, oh how you would milk this opportunity dry.

“Oh, I know you will Buck.”

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[randominagines]

can I request for the avengers and how they comfort you after someone breaks your heart (while they secretly are in love with you)

This is a great idea! Thanks for asking, hope you enjoy this!

Pairing: Avengers X neutral reader

Warning: angst, fluff

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Part 2 here (Vision, Sam, Pietro, Peter, Bucky and Loki)

AVENGERS COMFORTING YOU AFTER SOMEONE BREAKS YOUR HEART (WHILE SECRETLY IN LOVE WITH YOU):

TONY

Tony is pissed off: he hates seeing you heartbroken. He can't even imagine why someone would treat you bad. You're his secretary and he has been having feelings for you since years and he wants to see you happy. "Y/n, have you read those papers I left for you?" He casually asks and you gasp. "Mr. Stark, I'm mortified, I..." You try to explain but he interrupts you. "Is something going on, you look like you're on another planet lately." He asks you, his genuine concern showing in his expression. You take a breath and explain that you recently broke up with your boyfriend. "For as much as he denied, I'm kinda sure he's been cheating on me for months." You explain while looking at him, your eyes watery and your arms crossed over your chest. He clenches his jaw and shakes his head. "He's an asshole," he says, his voice filled with rage. You shrug without saying a word, so he caress your arm. "Hey, he doesn't deserve you, he will understand what he has lost and he will regret it." He says and you nod, your lips curving into a tiny smile. "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark, I shouldn't been bothering you with my personal life." You apologize but he shakes his head. "Don't be sorry, you can talk to me, y/n. And please, call me Tony. How many times, I feel so old. If you don't want to call me Tony, call me Ironman at least, or my hero." He jokes and you smile, a tiny but precious smile that makes Tony happy. You realize that he's the only person always able to make you feel instantly better.

STEVE

Steve is so sorry. He's one of your closest friends and he knows you so well. He understood that something was off as soon as you picked up his call. He rushes to your home and knocks at your door. "I came as soon as I could. What happened?" He asks you. You explain that the boy you were dating in the last three months just told you that he found someone else. Steve is shocked: he is in love with you and can't believe that someone who actually had the chance to have you just regretted you. He wraps his arms around you. "I'm sorry, little one, he just made the biggest mistake ever." He whispers while placing a kiss on your forehead. You feel safe in his arms allowed to be fragile, so you just enjoy his comforting company while staring to feel a bit better. You spend the evening talking to him, listening to 1945 music he tells you about his day and you start to realize that you needed to be with him in such a delicate moment.

THOR

Thor is mad, he wants to kill the bastard. Thor knows you since you were kids, you're one of his close fighters and he immediately realises that something is bothering you. "Y/n, you keep losing your focus, what's wrong?" He asks you while you try to train with him. You shake your head. "He broke up with me." You spit it out and Thor widens his eyes. "What? When..." He whispers and you shrug while rotating your sword. "Yesterday, he said that he got bored of me." You say, not a single emotion in your voice. Thor knows you and he knows that your way to cope with your pain is pretending that it isn't there. He walks to you and caress your cheek. "Are you okay?" He asks and you shrug, his touch comforting you. "I will be." You say and he tilts his head. "Do you want me to fry him with a lightning?" He asks and you shake your head and chuckle, he smiles while staring at you, your laugh melting his heart. "I love seeing you smile." He says and you slightly blush, forgetting that you're in pain for a moment while you suddenly can't stop smiling.

NATASHA

Natasha doesn't know what's wrong with people. I mean, you're literally perfection to her and she would never let you go. She notices every single detail about you, so she immediately realizes they you're not still wearing the ring your girlfriend gave to you. "Y/n are you okay lately? You seem a bit..." She tries to say and you chuckle. "Is it that evident?" You ask while looking at yourself in the mirror. She shakes her head. "It's just, I know you and I worry about you, that's all." She says and you nod while smiling at her. "I recently broke up with my girlfriend." You confess and Natasha tilts her head. "I'm sorry... I didn't know." She says and you shake your head. "Don't be sorry, it was about time. She kept bringing me down and making me feel useless. I couldn't bear that anymore, I don't think I deserved to be treated like that." You explain, your eyes getting watery. Natasha shakes her head and walk to you. "You deserve nothing but good things, you're an exceptional person, and I mean it, y/n." She reassures you, mixed feelings exploding inside of her: a part of her is super mad, she doesn't like the idea of someone hurting you. On the other hand, she's proud of you and happy because she feels like she can finally have a chance with you. You smile and look at her. "Thank you, Nat." You say and she smiles back, her eyes filled with affection.

WANDA

Wanda is so in love with you. She never managed to tell you and you ended up with someone else. She spent years regretting her shyness but decided to keep being your best friend to be next to you. One day, you rush into her house, a bag full of your clothes in your hand. "I can't believe it!" You say and throw the bag on the floor while she gasps and her eyes travel from the bag to you. "Hey, what happened?" She immediately realizes that something is wrong. "She cheated on me! I found her sleeping with another person!" You explain while walking around the room, your rage palpable. Wanda widens her eyes and looks at you, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of you so broken. "Y/n, I'm so sorry..." She says while hugging you, her arms wrapping around you. You let her comfort you while calming a little bit. "She didn't even try to keep me there... I didn't know where to go, I'm sorry..." You whisper and she shakes her head. "Hey, you can stay here as long as you want. She just lost the best person ever." She says while looking at you in your eyes, her voice soft. You nod, a tiny smile on your lips while you realize how lucky you are to have Wanda in your life.

[lina-lovebug]

CALL MY NAME

Danny Rand x Y/N x Dick Grayson

Part 4

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"Thank God you're alive."

Dick Grayson felt like his world collapsed when he was told that (Y/N) was shot. Not the arm, or leg, but center chest during a mission that he left because he thought she could handle it.

Especially with her old team.

"I'm fine. It didn't even leave a mark," She lifted up her shirt to show that there was no scar, not even a scratch, where the bullet entered.

"Still, I thought. . .I thought the worst, baby," Dick whimpered, his entire demeanor almost crumbling at the thought of the woman he's loved more than anything else just dying.

And he blamed himself.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let my guard down."

"No, no, this is not your fault. You saved ninety kids from absolute hell on earth, (Y/N)."

"No, I didn't," You dismissed, walking around him and towards the kitchen.

"The team did. Nova extracted the kids while Luke kept watch, and White Tiger and Spiderman apprehended the traffickers who weren't murdered. I just laid there, and Danny had to fucking carry me back like a baby," You groaned, remembering how useless you felt on your own mission.

"You called him Danny."

You looked up at him, and without the domino mask and in the comfort of your own home, you could tell now more than ever that Dick Grayson was frustrated yet nervous.

"Yeah. . .? So?"

His brows furrowed, "He's Iron Fist. You called everyone else by their hero alias but him."

"Are you fucking serious right now? What's wrong with you?" You immediately got defensive, trying to turn the narrative but you've always called him Danny. Only on the battlefield did you call him Iron Fist.

"You've gotten closer to him and I don't like it."

"He was my teammate, and he just saved my life! So sorry if I called him by his birth name," You were confused.

Did he not trust you?

After all this time?

"I could say the same shit about Zatanna," You crossed your arms.

"Zatanna is not the topic of this discussion."

"But when she is, Zatanna is some amazing sorceress! She's undefeatable, she's changed so much! God, first she's a nuisance in our lives and now she's a saviour for respecting our relationship?!" You yelled at him. Zatanna always made it clear that she wasn't going anywhere when you and Dick got together, but he always shoved her away.

"Zatanna is not the one always looking you up and down like you're some meal!"

You stepped back, "What are you talking about?"

"You're a Widow, (Y/N). Figure it out for yourself."

You did notice it. The way that Danny always gravitated towards you at meetings, the way he would subtly and 'accidentally' brush his hand against your thigh, and the way he stared. Maybe no one else noticed but you recognized it well. It the same stare he gave you after a mission where your suit was ripped and you had to get it fixed, and as mature and zen as Danny is - he was feral.

Only moments after you dropped it off to have it fixed and made your way to your room, you found Danny waiting outside with a clenched jaw and a lustful gaze.

That night was your first time together.

And the thought of that look made you shiver.

"I'll talk to him. Danny is the most respectful man I know, and he would never make a move on me," You expressed. He always asked, no matter the situation. Being raised by Monks can teach a guy a thing or two.

"After this, after SHIELD has all their shit fixed, I don't feel comfortable with you being around him anymore. I know its a lot to ask, but-"

"It is," You cut him off, "even if I were to just hang with Luke, Sam, Peter and Ava - Danny has always been their friend. They're a group, so I can't just tell Danny to fuck off when I want to see them. And it's been years since I've seen any of them. I want to repair the friendship we had."

Dick sighed, not knowing what to do. He loves (Y/N), he knows he always will, but the mere thought of Daniel Rand being the constant in her life made him jealous. She even said Danny was her first love, and as much trust that they've built up, he wanted to be selfish.

He wanted Iron Fist to go away.

"Then I want to talk to him."

Her head snapped up.

"To Danny?"

He nodded, "I need to know, man to man, that he no longer has feelings for you. That I can trust him."

(Y/N) felt off. Yes, this is a good thing, they should talk this out and clear the air. But Danny compared to Dick? Danny doesn't lie, and if he still has feelings for her, Dick might very well lose it.

But she still said, "Okay."

[syiano]

Avengers x Male!Reader

Marvel Preferences: Gamer Boyfriend

Steve is confused and has to idea what you're playing or what you're talking about even if you would explain. He still watches you play sometimes, but most of the time he's more of, well, watching you, because he likes your reactions and how much you're enjoying this.

Bucky is a little shy at first and he perfers to just watch you play for a while until either you offer him to play or he finds one particular game interesting.

PFFT, Tony completely goes all out for you; he buys you a gamer chair, headset, the best microphones, and pretty much anything a gamer would want, really. He either watches you play or says you need to 'get good' when you keep failing the same level over and over again.

He's most likely going to be as skilled as you in certain videogames, such as strategy games. (Or he will hack the game and cheat)

Sam is the kind of guy  who would taunt you and become all playful and cocky when you would challenge him (it's the wii sports he's talking about). When you're winning, he tickles you just to cheat, honestly.

This goes two ways - either Scott constantly tells you where to go and what to do (while being incorrect and trying to 'correct' you even if you already know the game), or he's overly dramatic playing videogames, especially when he wins (eventually).

Peter is all about it. He's always recommending the best games you can play, and pretty much has every skin and weapon. He's nearly as skilled as you are when it comes to videogames, actually. Since you two lose track of time, Peter will probably fall asleep on you from staying up late.

Bruce isn't really interested in videogames, but he listens to you if you want to take about your favorite game or character. He's most likely watching you play or letting you just play by yourself while he works.

This will take some explaining to do because Thor is either confused or he takes the whole videogame thing the wrong way because he sometimes thinks everything that's going on in the game is real. He makes insensitive (but hilarious) comments towards the characters (especially the ones you hate) without realizing it and it can be awkward sometimes, depending on how you look at it.

Loki finds it interesting and perfers to watch you play until you keep asking him to join you. He catches on pretty quickly when you teach him how to play (wow a perfect k.o on the first try), and thinks your reactions to all of it is just hilarious.

(Bad idea lmao) First off, Pietro is a sore loser so playing any fighting games with you will result in an annoyed speedster who claims you're cheating or that he was going easy on you. Other than that, he always wants to play videgames with you and will complain about it being single player (and then volunteer to take over instead).