#Marvel OCs

[worms-for-brains]

Angelique and Godric

Desire and Fear

[aglitchysylveon]

Here comes another art dump RAHAHAHAHAHA-

Just a bunch of random art I've done today and yesterday, and a few OCs.

The first 3 are OCs of mine, Elliotte Ravenwood redesign and her old design, then Ethyaniel Soulborne.

The 4th drawing is a fakemon I made up called Zephrose. Then we have Bucky Barnes, A Six TMC pony along with a PFA (Pure Form Alternate) pony, a Billy Loomis LPS concept.

And finally, Me and a friends spidersona characters, mine is named Calamity, she's a symbiote and his is named Marcus Mortis (that's his human identity).

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gail, violet spark (belongs to @tinymintywolf ), and jessica jones walk into a bar. they all stand in the back corner 3 feet apart from each other in complete silence, and then leave.

[cry4nne]

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Normalize including your OCs in your posts with little to no explanation.

Link their Sona-sheet every chance you get. Let them join in on the fun and have connections and opinions and stuff

Do it like it's canon.

I always figure if they're really curious they can check them out and if not they can just passively nod and gloss over them y'know

Like we do everyday with canon characters.

Cause like.. the people I follow are genuinely buckwild over canon characters from fandoms and shows I've never in my life heard of and every time I'm like

'Well ain't that something thank you for allowing me to observe your joy for whimsy and excitement is a gift to mankind'

The same is true for OCs.

If I so much as BREATHE or think the words 'Good' and 'Omens' near each other my For You page gets FLOODED. INESCAPABLE.

And I'm fine with that.

The same way random unknown canon characters aren't a bother-

Your OCs aren't a bother either, they're just unknown to the particular person.

So just add them in, they'll get the jist.

If I can gather up Eddie Munson's whole personality, style, way of speech, and character arc through gifs and random ass posts then the same goes for OCs.

You don't even need a origin fic or anything to do it. Or even a whole back story or arc. They can just be there.

Chilling. Like people be doing. Let them chill.

Have them spawn into the story like random characters from a DLC you don't know how to turn off so those characters are just There Now.

It's fine. The same way there's canon characters that just give no hints at all of their backstory (Jessica Drew for example)

DO IT. ADD THEM IN.

POST THE POST YOU'VE BEEN WAITING TO POST.

Do it in headcanons, do it in art, do it in your mind. Ship them and then passively mention their marriage while talking about a completely different topic -

It's not illegal I swear plus it's really fun.

Everytime you do - you're making your writing a little bit more for yourself, and a little less about validation.

Everytime you add in your OC simply out of love for the character you've created, instead of leaving them out so its more attractive to other people or gets more notes, you're giving yourself a chance to put a bit of yourself in your writing.

DO IT. TRY IT OUT. SEE HOW IT FEELS. TALK ABOUT YOUR OCS LIKE THEY'RE FULL CHARACTERS BECAUSE THEY ARE.

[ladypepperofdavenshire-archives]

Artfight attack of the Legrand siblings for @lokiwaffles

[lokiwaffles]

Why does she, Gray? 🤨

[deadbandsong]

OC time! I’m putting it out there, so now I have to keep writing. That’s how it works, right?

Fandom: Marvel Comics

Series link: N/A (yet!)

Name: Josephine Montgomery

Nickname: Jo

Birthdate: October 24. Transfer from Earth-295 puts her at roughly 28-29 years old, Earth-616 time.

Face Claim: Mary Elizabeth Winstead

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Brown

Height: 5’8”

Species: Human mutant with precognitive abilities including heightened reflexes and occasional prophetic dreams.

Occupation: Former member of Magneto’s Age of Apocalypse X-Men. Currently a member of Serval Industries’ corporate X-Factor team.

Partner: Pietro Maximoff (eventually)

Family: Mother, father, and two older sisters (deceased)

Kids: None

Bio: Jo grew up on Earth-295, a reality where Charles Xavier did not live to begin working towards his dream and Apocalypse conquered and ruled North America.

Lawrence and Priscilla Montgomery raised their three daughters outside of Nashville, TN. Well, raised might be a stretch, as Lawrence was too wrapped up in his successful real estate business and Priscilla too focused on appearances around town to spend much time with their own children. That being said, expectations were set very high very early for the three Montgomery girls. They attended the best (read: most expensive) private schools. The eldest daughter studied law and the middle business, with Jo anticipated to be directed towards STEM based on her early aptitude for math. At least until Jo’s mutant abilities manifested and the entire family dynamic changed. Overnight, young Jo went from being the precocious and opinionated baby of the Montgomery clan to the family’s darkest secret. Having a mutant in the family simply didn’t fit the ideal lifestyle that the Montgomery’s were obsessed with crafting. Priscilla Montgomery even attempted to seek out alternate explanations for their daughter’s troubling new behaviors, finding one private physician willing to diagnose the girl with a form of anxiety and obsessive compulsive disorder; but having someone in the family with a mental illness was just as unacceptable as having a mutant.

When Apocalypse fully took hold of North America, the Montgomery’s became even more wary of Jo. Mutants had taken over and they had one under their roof. If Jo had been deemed as something undesirable before, now she was simply a ghost in the halls of the family home. One night she is plagued with a vision in her sleep - Apocalypse’s Infinites marching into town to gather humans and any mutants that stand in their way for the cullings. There was enough time to warn her family, to get them all out, but Jo was angry in a way that can only fester within a teenager. An emotion set deep in the bones that knows no logic. So the night the Infinites arrive, Jo hides. She watches from the treeline as her parents and sisters are rounded up along with their other human neighbors, presumably never to be seen again. Jo turns away and never looks back.

Fortunately, this was a time when mutants not in Apocalypse’s good graces (read: not actively kissing his ass) frequently took care of each other, and Jo finds herself a modicum of safety amongst a group of street teens. They’d watch each other’s backs, steal what they needed from the mutant elite, and occasionally sabotage Apocalypse’s forces. When their settlement is attacked by Infinites, Jo nearly loses her own life trying to help some of the younger teens escape. It was just her luck that she was saved by one Remy LeBeau, known as Gambit to his X-Men teammates, who happened to be passing after performing a supply raid nearby. Her own group now scattered, Gambit invites her along with him and tells her of Magneto’s X-Men.

Magneto is wary of new faces - Apocalypse has spies everywhere - but his son Quicksilver is keen to join Gambit in vouching for Jo, pointing out that it would behoove them to have a precog on their side. Jo develops a bit of a crush on Quicksilver (he even suggests her mutant nom de guerre, Preview), but it’s Gambit who really takes her under his wing. He helps her improve her fighting ability, allowing her to grow from a scrappy street kid to someone that might not be a heavy hitter but can certainly handle herself in a pinch.

During a mission that pitted Magneto’s X-Men against Apocalypse and his Prelates and Infinities, Jo is keeping watch along the outside of the battle zone. She is approached by the unlikely form of Harrison Snow, a self-proclaimed multiversal refugee with plans to assemble a powerful team of mutants intent on saving doomed timelines just like this one. Immensely torn and feeling as if she’s abandoning the only people that she ever truly fit in with, Jo agrees to join Snow’s team. Anything for even the smallest chance at putting things right. For the mutants she cares so much about to have normal lives. To make up for her past mistakes.

Upon arriving on Earth-616, Jo discovers that her time with X-Factor is destined to be more complicated than she could ever imagine. Snow is frustrated with the unpredictable nature of her precognitive visions. And Jo? She never could have imagined she would be staring into such familiar faces in this reality. Guess that’s just how the multiverse goes.

@themaradwrites @claudette13 @cecexwrites @marvel-oc-hub @thewritergremlin-rae @irishhappiness @neonshrike @stellar-solar-flare

[deformedpossum]

Best friend behavior

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All the b&w chapter illustrations from the first 'arc' of my Marvel Earth-610 AU. My goal with these has been to sharpen my visual storytelling skills while also practicing being faster and less precious with details. There are lots of mistakes if you know where to look, but overall I'm pretty happy with how they've been coming out.

and if you want to read the fic, it's here.

[gabbysdawsons]

OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE 2024 ➣  fairytale au

abra griffin & clint barton as robin hood & maid marian

taglist: @nikosasaki, @foxesandmagic, @lizziesxltzmxn, @phoebestarks, @lovehermioneforever, @jewelswrites-ish, @kiara-carrera, @heavenlysurf, @decennia, @stanshollaand. @ocfairygodmother, @raith-way, @stelstellakidd, @daughter-of-melpomene,

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

You can do whatever the hell you want - honest nobody can stop you.

Let OC's passionately date other characters. Let canon characters fall irreversibly in love with your OC. Let them have kids. Write fics about them living in an apartment then post it without asking

There really is No Limit.

My Spidersona is with Hobie. Hobie is in love with her.

And also so is another Hobie. They're both in love with her. A different one from a different universe. But he understands so now he's her protective best friend. But yeah he was in love with her.

They're always with her. They spoil her. I'll keep going. I will never stop.

Wanna know who her Prowler is in her universe - ANOTHER HOBIE. 6'5 BIG HAIR AND IN PURPLE.

IS HE IN LOVE WITH HER? UH HUH. YEAH, HE IS. SHO NUFF.

Whatchu gonna do? Arrest me? Put me in cuffs??? What you gonna clown me cause I'm CREATIVE??!!

Nah Hobie Brown a pokemon now sis bout to catch em all watch - Call the cringe police I ain't scared of those mfers!!!

[saiilorstars]

For Better Days | Ch.1: I Hate Camping

Fandom: MCU ○ Bucky Barnes x OFC

Story Summary: Chloe's forced to go camping with her brothers so Bucky decides to give her a few tips to survive...

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His head was always clouded. In fact, Bucky couldn't really remember a moment where his head wasn't fuzzy and at a loss for coherent thoughts. Even after escaping HYDRA and freeing himself of their brainwash, he only ever felt real clarity a handful of times. And there was always one common denominator across all the individual moments.

"If you stare any harder, she'll burst into flames." Sam was smirking from ear to ear when Bucky met his eye. "You know, with that cyborg stare of yours…it could happen."

"Shut up, Sam," Bucky muttered. And then to lessen Sam's point, he turned away from Chloe and Sam's sister Sarah. Unfortunately, Sam had followed him to the porch steps and sat down with him.

"It's really not that hard, you know. I would think that after everything you've been through, asking some girl out would be easy-peasy, you know." Sam's smirk had not diminished in any way.

"I don't need your tips, Sam," Bucky said quietly. As much as he fought, he wasn't able to resist the urge to gaze ahead of them again.

Chloe was talking to Sarah and seemed pretty chippy about whatever their conversation was about. Bucky wouldn't say it but he could stare at Chloe for hours.

In the next minute or so, Chloe and Sarah started heading towards the house.

"Anything you need from us, just let me know, alright?" Sarah had gone up the porch steps, narrowly missing Sam's attempt to poke her leg.

Chloe had stopped in front of the steps, slipping her hands in her back pockets. "I will. Thanks, Sarah."

"What are you two up to?" Sam asked suspiciously when his sister had gone inside the house.

"She was giving me camping tips," Chloe said, leaving both Sam and Bucky confused. She rolled her eyes, knowing exactly what they were thinking. "My stupid brothers want to go camping."

"And you stupidly said yes?" Bucky said with a much too innocent smile. She pointed a finger at him, warning him to watch his words. Bucky laughed lightly. "Sorry, I just don't exactly see you as the camping type."

"I'm not," Chloe agreed, flatly. "But since I've blown them off so many times now, there's no way out of it." She pulled her hands from her back pickets and crossed her arms. "Unfortunately, I think I'll be dead by the end of this camping trip. I know squat about camping, which they'll take full advantage of."

"That they will," Sam nodded. "We'll miss you."

"Be quiet, Sam," Chloe muttered.

"Yeah, be quiet Sam," Bucky said as he stood up from his spot. "Chlo, let me help you out. I can teach you a few things before you head out."

"Really?" Chloe raised an eyebrow at him. "Aren't you leaving too?"

"My flight was pushed back to tomorrow so I have all of today."

"Yeah, and he wants to take full advantage of it," Sam said with a wide smirk. Bucky looked over his shoulder in a rather murderous way.

Shut up.

Chloe was none the wiser of the brewing murder plot so she accepted Bucky's help. "Guess it wouldn't hurt but if you make fun of me, I'll shoot you."

Bucky smiled at her fondly. There was no way she could make the shot but he'd still let her take it.

With a few things from the Wilsons' shed, the camping 101 crash course started. Chloe reiterated how the whole damn thing was beyond stupid. Who needed camping anyways?

Bucky found it amusing the way she didn't run out of things to hate on in regards to camping. "Dollface, you were an Avenger — a fugitive at some point — and camping is what seems like a challenge?"

"Don't laugh, Bucky Barnes!" Chloe pointed a finger at him the moment his lips twitched. Said finger started glowing blue, giving Bucky a good idea of what was to come if she decided that he was laughing at her.

"Alright, alright, come here," he motioned her to follow him. "If you're going to do traditional camping, then you're gonna have to learn how to set up a tent."

"I hate tents," went Chloe flatly.

Bucky's back was still to her so hiding his smile, almost laugh, was easy that time. "Yes, but you're gonna want a tent if you plan to sleep. Unless you're doing sleep bags outside."

"There's no fucking way I'm doing that!" Chloe said, appalled. "I'll actually murder my brothers then."

"Then let's practice setting up a tent." Bucky had done them the favor of taking out the tent pieces from the shed and left them on the ground. "It's a good thing the Wilsons love their camping too."

"Mhm…" Chloe eyed the pieces with disdain. "So where do I start or whatever?"

"Well, first you would want to make sure the area you pick to put your tent in is flat, alright?" Bucky looked back at Chloe, dead serious now. She nodded with him.

"Flat ground, got it. What's next?"

"A tarp on the ground before you set anything up." Bucky pointed at the folded tarp next to her.

"Why?" She reached over to pick it up.

"Keeps moisture out."

Chloe's nose crinkled with disgust. "Moisture? Eugh, what did I get talked into doing!" She groaned and slapped the tarp against her face.

Bucky chuckled then, and to his surprise Chloe didn't try to shoot him. He gently took the tarp off her face and assured her that it wasn't that bad.

After putting the tarp down on the ground, Bucky showed Chloe the tent poles they had to put up. Chloe felt her head spin when he started showing her the corresponding flaps in the tent. She had to slid the poles into the right ones or the whole thing would be messed up.

Bucky showed her how to do the first one then let her do the second one. She nearly ripped the fabric from frustration.

"Eugh, I hate this!" She was shoving the tent pole through the flap but it kept getting stuck so she had to pull it out and try all over again.

Bucky came around beside her and stopped her altogether with a hand over her wrists. "Let me show you again," he said, absolutely calm and patient.

Chloe let go of everything and watched him redo what she'd been trying and got it done so easily. "You're good at this stuff," she said with a faint smile on her face. "And you're a good teacher."

Bucky pretended to be solely focused on what his hands were working with because the alternative was looking at Chloe and therefore revealing the stark red blush on his face. "It just comes with experience," he said after clearing his throat. "The days of a soldier — the good one."

Chloe didn't miss the way he was quick to clarify what side of himself he spoke about — the urgency, really, like she would automatically assume that every part of his past was the Winter Soldier. She often hoped that one day he wouldn't feel compelled to always have to clarify his "good" and "bad" parts of life.

Eventually, the tent was built and although Chloe knew that she could've helped more, Bucky assured her that she had done it in the end. A pure lie since he was the one who set it up but there was no winning against that guy.

"Now taking it apart—"

"Will be my brothers' jobs," Chloe said decisively. Feeling Bucky's side-glance, she met it with a smirk. "I'm the little sister. They gotta do something for me, right?"

With that face, anyone would do everything for you. Bucky's face warmed at his thoughts. He quickly moved onto a different skill. Campfire set-up.

For that, they ventured a little further from the Wilsons' residence. On their walk, Bucky explained to Chloe what she needed to look out for.

"You're gonna want to find dead, dry wood. Nothing bendy and definitely nothing moist which means fresh wood us out too, got it?"

"Got it," Chloe affirmed and helped him find the right pieces of wood.

They started making a small pile of woods with the intention of lighting it when they were done. Bucky went into deep details about how to set the wood properly and how to light it.

"I hear you, I do," Chloe started, bringing her hands up from her sides, "But I could also just do this." She shot a ray of a psionic blast at the logs and started the fire.

Bucky deadpanned her grinning face (which was kind of cute). "That's not proper camping," he pointed at her.

"But I got the fire going," Chloe retorted. "Isn't that what we wanted?"

"You're cheating!"

"But is it actually cheating or is it me working smarter not harder?"

"Chlo, c'mon…" But Bucky was chuckling, which made Chloe start to do the same…which just meant the seriousness of the situation was gone and that she was ultimately right.

After properly learning how to put out the fire — without the use of powers — the two started heading back to Sam's place. Bucky still had some tips to hand out, like what she should bring, the things she shouldn't bring, what she should wear…

"I'm only going for a few days," she reminded him. "Any more than that and I'd personally hang my brothers."

Bucky chuckled at her. "So how'd you even get roped into this? You don't strike me as the camping type." She wasn't at all.

"It was my brothers' idea. Bonding or whatever," Chloe shook her head. "As if we couldn't do that at a restaurant or something. Even like a proper cabin and stuff. Ever been to Big Bear in California?"

Bucky gave a shake of his head. "Not really."

"That's my kind of camping, not sleeping-inside-a-tent shit." Chloe continued to complain all the way back to the Wilsons'.

She plopped down on the porch steps and motioned Bucky to do the same with her. He of course had no protests against the idea.

"I would much rather help you and Sam out on your missions. Aren't you guys headed to, like, Quebec?"

"I think so, yeah," Bucky said then laughed at Chloe's put-out reaction. "No need to get all grumpy, doll. It's not like we're going out there to have fun. You're the one who gets to go and relax, so have fun."

"You and I have very different ideas of what having fun is," Chloe said dead seriously, leading Bucky to laugh again.

"If your definition of having fun is going on a mission in the middle of nowhere, then I fear we do…"

Chloe shot him a look but in a few seconds it dissolved and she was smiling at him…which then made him do the same. Her smiles were always infectious.

"I would still rather be with you — and Sam!" Chloe's face flushed immediately as she heard her own mistake. "With you and Sam on your mission, I meant…" She cleared her throat and looked straight ahead. What she would give for the ground to open up and swallow her whole right now…

Luckily, Bucky didn't seem to notice her 'grave mistake'. He reiterated that a nice camping trip was still the better choice. Chloe agreed to disagree and before she could make a fool of herself again, her phone rang in her pocket.

"I'll leave you to that," Bucky said and stood up from the steps. "Hungry?"

Chloe nodded at him. "A bit."

"I'll see what they have going on in the kitchen. Don't be long — it's getting cold out here."

Chloe chuckled. Bucky didn't feel cold the same way she and the others did, what with the serum and all. Still, he was always attentive to the weather for their sake — for her sake. She was no stranger to his sweaters and jackets when they happened to be outside in a chilly moment. She loved his attentiveness, making her feel quite the special girl…not that she would ever say it out loud.

"Hello?" Chloe answered the phone before her thoughts got away from her too much.

"Hey! I was just about to hang up. You took forever to answer!" Seren Soul was on the other line and much like always, she was very cheery.

"Sorry, I was, uh, getting some camping 101…" Chloe looked back at the house and saw the front door was shut. Bucky was long gone.

"Ah, so you couldn't get out of it then? You'll be camping with your brothers?"

"Horrific, I know," Chloe said with a sigh. "And me, the worst camper in history. I'm sure they'll be ganging up on me. It's what brothers do, especially older ones."

"Times like these, I'm glad to be an only child!"

Chloe smiled dryly. "You want one? I have two so I can definitely spare one."

Seren laughed. "No, no, I'm good. I like my life just the way it is."

"Mm, I bet you do," Chloe smiled. She could hear the faint hollering of kids in the background. "Sounds like you have a show going on over there…"

Seren hummed. "Oh, you know. With a five year old and a toddler in the house, Steve and I barely get a moment of peace. What you're hearing right now is a rendition of Frozen. For the third time today."

It was Chloe's turn to laugh. "Record and send please. You know I love my God-children."

"Will do! So I was just calling to see if you still need me to pick you up at the airport?"

"Yes, if you still can of course. I need to get packing asap. Sort of left it for the last minute."

"Of course you did. What about Bucky? Steve said he had a mission in Quebec or something? Is he not coming back to New York first?'

"He's flying out tomorrow instead. Apparently, his flight got delayed. But the mission's still on. Wish I could join them instead of this camping stuff."

"Right, and it totally has nothing to do with the fact you'd be spending the whole week with Bucky instead of your brothers, right?"

Chloe could hear the smirk on Seren's face. "You don't know what I'd rather do than camping. Don't underestimate my hatred for camping, Seren."

"Oh, I don't, but I also know you'd rather be with Bucky 24/7."

"I'm gonna hang up now."

"Oh c'mon! All I have at home right now is Let It Go and a stupid snowman going 'I've been impaled' on repeat. Give me something, Chloe!"

Chloe rolled her eyes. "There's nothing to give, Seren. We've been over this many times."

"Yes, so I don't understand what keeps getting lost in the conversations. It's quite simple, really. You like Bucky. Bucky likes you. See? Simple."

Chloe snorted. "I know you of all people are not telling me about having feelings for someone when you literally spent how long denying your feelings for your current husband?"

"Well take it as someone with experience, then," said Seren. "You should tell him. I mean, you guys are at this secluded place, right?"

"You mean Sam's family home? Where Sam and his sister and his nephews live? You see the problem, right?"

"Yes, okay, but truthfully there's not gonna be a right moment and I feel like you're just prolonging this. Bucky too. It's so obvious that it's painful to watch."

"Goodbye, Seren." Chloe was prepared to end the call right there when Seren shouted at her to wait.

"I bug you with the best intentions," she said as a weak apology. "I'm your best friend. I'm just trying to help you out. Sorry."

"I know you are," sighed Chloe. Seren would never do anything malicious. Chloe wasn't even sure Seren could do something of the sort. "But it's a lost cause."

"Mm, I wouldn't be so sure, Chloe. But I'm gonna have to put a pause on the conversation. One of my kids is making eyes at my bookshelf…"

Chloe chuckled. "Good luck with that."

"Ditto! Gotta go!" Seren hung up shortly after, leaving Chloe to dwell on the conversation and her thoughts.

Eventually, Chloe gathered herself up and went back inside to have her last dinner with the Wilsons and Bucky. She struggled to take her mind off Seren's words whenever she glanced at Bucky. He was damn cute when he interacted with Sam's nephews. He was clueless around them but that was the charming part. She liked watching him trying to be him — carefree and simply trying to live. He deserved the opportunity and much more. Which was why she often re-decided to keep her feelings to herself. She didn't want to add any kind of stress to his life and his new journey to build himself up again. What she wanted most was to see him happy and if she had to do it as his friend, then so be it. It was a small price to pay for his happiness.

~ 0 ~

The following week, Bucky counted each day that passed by like his life depended on it. Never had time gone by so slowly. Despite the fact he spent half the week in Quebec on a mission, time still managed to pass by so damn slow. He knew why, he just didn't admit to it out loud…not that it stopped Sam from teasing him about it. The fact that Chloe was camping and completely away from technology wasn't supposed to hit him that badly. It was like a dry spell.

Time was when he lived in Wakanda, he had to go days — weeks even — without contact from Chloe (and the rest of their friends). Now he was so used to having Chloe at a simple call away that it seemed outrageous to have gone almost a week without hearing from her.

On the day that she was supposed to be back in the city, he got a message from Steve in the evening. He was supposed to go to some bar down in Manhattan. Bucky didn't think twice. For once, it looked like Steve was playing the wingman.

When Bucky stepped inside the bar, his eyes immediately scoured the area for his — Chloe. He scoured the area for Chloe. It didn't take long for him to spot the gorgeous blonde sitting at the bar counter with their friends Seren and Steve. She looked so happy, not to mention crazy beautiful. She was wearing a dark dress hugging her body so nicely…

His feet walked before he even thought about it. It was Steve's voice that broke him out of his trance — he was greeting.

"You and Sam didn't kill each other!" He clapped Bucky on the shoulder.

"Don't sound so sad about it," Bucky mumbled. His eyes barely left Chloe when he greeted Steve and Seren. "How was the camping?" He asked Chloe, who immediately snorted.

"Peachy," she said, raising her glass up at him. "I should have gone to Quebec with you."

Bucky half smiled at her. "That bad, eh?"

"Get a drink, it'll be a long night by the time I've finished telling you everything my dumbass brothers did to me."

Bucky's smile spread. He would've laughed had Chloe not been so serious. That, however, didn't stop Seren and Steve from laughing.

"Shut it you two," Bucky warned the couple.

"I think we're no longer needed here, honey," Seren whispered to Steve. He agreed with a hum and took out a few bills to cover their bill.

"We'll be seeing you two," Steve said, slipping out of his stool. He took his wife's hand and walked away.

Neither Chloe nor Bucky seemed to mind — they barely noticed them leave.

"So," Bucky sat next to Chloe, "how bad was it, really?"

Chloe had a tight smile on her face when she answered. She hated camping before, but now she detested it. Camping was useless to her. Pointless.

Bucky let her go on until she literally ran out of things to say. He thought the whole thing was funny. Chloe was a bit of a drama queen — he loved that about her and he would never change that — so he knew the camping couldn't have been that bad. Sure, her brothers may have messed with her but not to the extent that she swore up and down by.

After a few more drinks, Bucky decided it was time to cut her off. She didn't seem drunk but it was better to quit while they were ahead. She didn't mind, especially when he asked if he could walk her home.

Screw the drinks, Chloe immediately thought and was getting up from her stool before Bucky even offered to pay for their drinks.

They were soon on the street heading for Chloe's apartment. Bucky shrugged off his jacket and draped it over Chloe's shoulders, earning a soft smile from her in return.

"Thank you," she said and held the jacket closer around her.

"So how bad was the camping trip really?" he asked her.

"Bad," Chloe groaned, making him laugh. "I'm being serious. I got a ton of bug bites! I'm pretty sure I touched something I was allergic to because I got a wicked rash on my foot!"

Bucky laughed again. "What, were you walking barefoot or something?"

"Ha, ha," Chloe mimicked his laugh before shooting him a sharp glance. "I'll have you know that I saw a spider and I bolted."

"So you were walking barefoot?"

"Running, if we're being technical."

"You're lucky all you got was a rash, then. You never walk barefoot in the woods!"

"Don't you think I know that!? I got scared!"

"Of a spider?" Bucky teased her. "You have been through hell with missions and you are still afraid of spiders?"

Chloe couldn't take his laughter. She pulled his jacket off her shoulders and used it to smack him with it in the middle of the street. Bucky's laughter actually got louder instead.

"Alright, alright, I surrender!" He said with his hands covering his head. Chloe was smug at her victory and stopped hitting him. "So much for all the Winter Soldier training…" He mumbled under his breath and gazed at Chloe fondly. She was still semi-glaring at him but a little smile was trying to overshadow it. He reached over and took his jacket from her and placed it over her shoulders again. "Okay, I'm done now. I promise."

Chloe still did her best to keep glaring at him. "I could shoot you right now…"

"And I could take it…right now," he copied her with a smug smile. She rolled her eyes. He chuckled. "I'm done." He tugged his jacket closer around her, and in the process her body to his. "You know I'd let you win any day."

"This doesn't sound like you're 'done' to me…"

"I had one more, sorry."

"You're still taking me home?"

"You know it." Bucky let her go and instead took her hand in his. He didn't often touch her and when he did, he always tried to do it with his flesh hand. Especially these days and nights when it was colder, he didn't want to add on to the coolness. Chloe never said a thing, though. She loved any of his touches, no matter how minimal they were (and they usually were).

They walked the rest of the way without bickering and hitting. Chloe finished telling Bucky about the rest of her camping experience and declared that she would never, ever, go back to such a horrid thing.

"Think I've never heard someone hate camping so much," Bucky said with a chuckle.

Chloe reached her apartment door first and searched for her keys in her purse. "There are just so many other great things to do, Bucky. Why would I ever want to go back to the dirt and sleep on the ground?"

Bucky rolled his eyes and watched her unlock the door. "I guess I'll leave you to it, then…"

"What?" Chloe looked at him quickly. "I thought…I mean — do you want to come in? You haven't told me about your mission in Quebec."

"I haven't…" Bucky agreed. He would take any excuse to spend more time with her. He let Chloe tug him inside the apartment like he didn't have super strength. He'd let her lead him any time and anywhere.

Chloe took his jacket off and handed it back to him. "Oh, you know what? I have something of yours here too. Give me a sec!" She hurried off into the hallway, disappearing for all of two minutes before coming back with another familiar jacket in her arms — a few of them. "Think I've been making you a spot in my closet or something."

Bucky hadn't even realized she'd been accumulating his things but he remembered each and every one of his jackets draped over her shoulders. Every time they were out somewhere and he thought it was chilly, he would give her whatever he was wearing to cover herself up.

"Anyways, thanks for letting me borrow them," Chloe put the jackets on the table for the moment. "Don't worry. They've all been washed."

"Doll, you did not have to do that," Bucky said, making her chuckle. He wouldn't mind having some of his things smelling like her.

"I know, but what kind of friend would I be if I returned everything all dirty?"

He watched her set his pile of clothes on the table for him. His heart was yearning for her. "Well, why don't I thank you for the gesture? Maybe some dinner tomorrow somewhere nice?"

Chloe heard the question and for a second wondered if she was jumping to conclusions because it very well sounded like a…

"Like a…a date?" She had tried saying it boldly but her voice had shaken in the end. She tucked some hair behind her ear and looked at him nervously.

Bucky gave a firm nod of his head. "A date." Why not? He already made a fool of himself plenty of times before, so what was one more time if it meant he could go out on a date with the prettiest girl in the world?

"Okay," Chloe nodded, smiling with an even darker blush on her face. "Yeah, I'd love that. Um, yeah!" She bounced excitedly and threw her arms around Bucky, laughing with him.

He loved hearing her so happy and he wanted to keep being the reason for it. He passed his flesh hand on her cheek, taking the moment to gaze at her. "You're real pretty, doll."

Chloe smiled from ear to ear. Even though her nerves were making her heart race intensely, she couldn't be any happier. "And you're very handsome…" She retorted, reaching for his other arm — the metal one — and brought it around her waist. Her sharp look was that of a challenge in the face of Bucky's hesitance. "I like you all," she said bravely and after a few more seconds of boldness, she added: "And I love you all."

Bucky blinked a few times at her. His lips parted several times but each time he was unable to say a word. How could she be more brave than him?

His metal hand gripped her waist and sighed. "I love you but you are way more than I deserve."

"No," Chloe said, still smiling, "We are exactly what we deserve." She leaned forward, touching noses. "Now I know you're all about being proper but what's it going to take to get a little kiss from you before the date?"

Bucky chuckled lightly. "Not much if I'm being honest."

"Ooh, I like that answer…"

"Yeah?"

Chloe chuckled with him. "Yeah!"

"Already off to a good start then…" Bucky mumbled and pressed his lips against hers. He could hear Chloe's giggle against his own lips and by God, it felt even better reverberating against his skin.

[jackiequick]

All Along There Was Some Invisible String | [MARVEL AU]

Pairings: Liz x JJ, Liane x Ethan

Summary: Every year come stumbling behind us and catch every single of us by surprise. Sometimes those surprises can be well...rather nice.

Other characters: Liane, Beth, Ethan and Bella

Note: This is taking place on Earth 57, so it's a swap of our characters in a slightly different timeline yet interesting one. So feel free to explore this one. Also first fanfic of the year!!

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New Years. 

The most darling night of the year. Fireworks in the air. Lights shining down above and dazzling approach to the upcoming era waiting to behold us all…

New York City. 

The city that appears to shine this time of year in the brick coldness of December, and yet, there is something magical if you just look hard enough. Within the halls of an adoring tall building, there were balloons, strimpers, and soft warm light that caressed every inch of the rooms within. Voices within laughter, yelling and music could be heard as the blonde woman entered the hall from the elevator. 

Jennifer Underwood.

Or in this life, as she was named, Alexa Bowmen. 

Her dress was a stunning dark cherry wine, her hair clipped back with loosen pin curls and her coat rested comfortably in the crock of her arm. She smiled softly, as she entered the room filled to the brim with folks of all ages and backgrounds. The room was dimly lit but in the center stood, well more like sat, a friend of hers playing the piano as the key flowed along as the soft yet delightful music filled the air. Once the song came to a finished, she slowly clapped as the room followed along with a joyful roar of claps filling the room. 

~

The older woman was sitting at her table, her keys playing against the table with a smile snacking on a bowl of nuts before putting it back down. Jennifer smiled, sliding into the scene, her hand rested on the woman’s shoulder to greet her, allowing the woman to feel her presents.

“Happy New Year.” Jennifer said softly with a light quiet smile.

“Oh hey Alexa.” Said the older woman, Beth, smiling. “That was you clapping, isn’t it?”

“How did you know?”

“You have good manners.”

“We are the last two.”

Beth laughed, recapping Jennifer on what she missed, as Jennifer guided the other woman’s hand to her champagne glass, thoughtful. Jennifer nodded, listening and commenting every now and then to Beth’s statements. Even asked what was her resolution, as Beth remarked the same as every year, health and true love. Jennifer chuckled, saying to live this year healthy and with ease. Beth amended to that line, knowing with their ages, anything is possible.

The two kept chatting, even with folks who walked by. Jennifer had to lightly describe how some of the lovely ladies and gentlemen looked like for Beth. But that didn’t stop the light fun between everyone one bit. 

Suddenly near the entrance of the ballroom, a gentleman in a classic suit and tie, contrasted the warm lights and people around him. His eyes were soft, filled with a striking level of kindness and curiosity, his dark curls were slightly longer and some facial hair to match the whole essence. He carried a glass of champagne as he gazed around the room.

Jennifer was in midlaugher when their eyes met.

It was like the music disappeared, the voices became muffled and the scenario naturally became a bit loopy. Everything slowed down in the vast moments. They just zoned on one another ever so softly, as if time had stopped. Just staring at one another in the midst of it all. And just like that, the momented ended, as the music pulled them back. A brunette came up with a smile to greet the man, greeting him with a cheek kiss as the man turned to face her. Jennifer’s eyes shifted back down towards her drink, however little did she know, the man’s gaze switched back to her. 

~~

An hour passed. Jennifer noticed it was getting late and quietly excused herself, telling  Beth that she’ll call in the morning. She walked down the hall, gently tugging her coat on once he received a phone call and smiled, telling the voice over the phone ‘Happy New Year’. She chuckled at the voice telling her how she’ll sing if she dared and Jennifer teased as she told her to save her breath for tonight. 

The two of them kept the conversation going, as the blonde stared out the window at the fireworks displayed and folks rushing to celebrate with their respective loved ones. The voice over the phone asked if they’re still on for tomorrow as Jennifer remarked as always that she wouldn’t miss it for the world. With that, the phone call ended saying their darling goodnights to each other.

As the door of the elevator started to close, in came a hand stumbling to stop it before stepping inside to swiftly join the blonde. Her eyes shifted to see the same dark haired brunette man from earlier standing side by side to her, nursing his said hand with a light rub.

“That will teach me to not put my hand where it doesn’t belong.” Said the brunette with a smile, lightly joking.

Jennifer nods softly as she replied, “Something tells me it won’t. You alright?”

“Oh, yeah, I'm fine.”

“I’m glad, you wouldn’t want a hurt hand on New Year, now would we?”

Ellison chuckled before responding, “You know? That was a risky move back there.”

“Pardon?” Jennifer asked with a smile

“Not introducing yourself before you leave.”

“I’m a regular old daredevil then.”

The two chuckled softly sharing a glance.

“I’m Elisson.” He said smirking, after a brief moment introducing himself. “Or as my friends call me, Liz. Pleasure to meet you.”

“Liz? I like that.” She replied with a soft smile before responding. “I’m Alexa…”

“Like the poem?”

“There’s a poem?”

“Yeah, it’s by Brian Bliston.”

“I suppose your name is after a poem too?” She teased with a smile.

He laughed, “No, no. A god actually, according to what my mother told me.”

“Interesting. Which god?”

“I’m not internally sure. And I don't want to come across like a know-it-a-all.”

“Too bad, I like know-it-a-alls.”

Jennifer smiled, stepping out of the elevator after that soft yet quiet statement. That caused Elisson to blink and swiftly follow her into the street, as she stood on the curb waiting for a taxi. 

“Wait. Where are you headed off to?” He asked grinning gently.

“A place with better food, darling.” She remarked, returning the gentle grin.

“Oh? Too bad, I would've liked for you to stay.”

“It’s getting late. Besides, my apartment has way too better food, I suppose.”

“Can’t argue with you there.”

“And you? Where are you headed?”

“Back to the party.” He said with a shrug chuckling before the next lines escaped his lips. “Just wanted to spend 27 floors with you.”

“Uh, the best 27 floors down well spent.” She replied slightly flustered, chuckling. “And your date?”

“Who?”

“The woman in blue from earlier.”

“Ohh. Yeah, no, not my date. Just a friend who invited me, her uncle's  the chef. I’ll tell him your thoughts on his cooking.”

Jennifer looked down awkwardly and nodded, “Then I apologize sincerely.”

“No worries.” Ellison remarked, smiling knowingly.  

The taxi pulled up as the doorman opened the door for her. Jennifer entered the taxi carefully and closed the door behind her. Ellison bit his bottom lip and chewed on it for a second, watching as her eyes met his once more.

“Agh, screw it.” He mumbled before stepping in front of her door, peeking through the window. He grinned before smirking. “How do we get in touch?”

“You’ll find me.” Jennifer replied, returning the soft smirk. “I didn’t get your last name…”

“Stark.”

“Well, happy new year, Mr. Stark.”

~~

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The next morning, the crisp daring air filled the windows of New York City. Thankfully, the cold didn’t sweep into the fresh doors of the cafe. Jennifer was sitting down at a booth near a window, scrolling across her phone and sighting the lovely folks walk by. 

She was there waiting for a certain someone. However they were running a tad late, it got to a point where Jennifer was ready to text them, when the door to the cafe swung open. Stepping into the cafe appeared a young blonde woman wearing a deep purple jacket, with a pair of jeans and daring heels to match. Her hair was loose in a bun and her light makeup was soft afterthought. 

She threw her hands up in the air rapidly apologizing for rushing into late and what exactly happened. Jennifer rolled her eyes with a smile standing up to greet her, exchanging a light hug. 

“It’s alright, Liane.” She said softly, rubbing the small of her back.

“You sure? Cause I was trying to–okay. Yeah, you're right.” Liane smiled before whispering, “Happy new year, mama.”

“Aw, happy new year, sweetheart. Come, sit, sit.”

The two sat down and ordered. Liane got a warm gingerbread inspired latte, meanwhile Jennifer got herself a darling hot chocolate. They chatted casually about their mornings and how it’s been going for each other. Yes, they saw one another on Christmas and text almost every day, but seeing someone in person or hearing their voice means so much more sometimes.

“So, how was your New Years?” Jennifer asked her daughter as she took a bite of her old fashion donut. “Anything exciting or just a casual night in?”

“Well…” Liane started with a smirk and lightly blushed. “It went pretty well, a bit hungover, but nothing too bad.”

“And? Knowing you, there has to be something else to the story.”

“Uh, well, after me and Ethan were hanging out with our friends and whatnot...let’s just say the second the ball dropped, so did i.”

Liane had a suggestive tone in her words and blushed lightly, chuckling. She wasn’t going to say out loud what happened and never dared to, but by her tone alone you can tell she enjoyed herself last night. Hell, she sent her mother a photo of a navy blue number before heading out last night. Jennifer chuckled, rolling her eyes once more, not needing any more details about what happened. A hint of embarrassment in her eyes as she shook her head endearingly at her.

She catched her drift and moved on to the next topic. 

“Forget, I asked.” Jennifer teased jokingly. “That husband of yours is something else, I swear…”

“Oh hush! You love him.” Liane replied, chuckling and smirked, “He’s my everything and I'm the one who drives him nuts, sometimes..”

“Yes, yes, I do adore that man of yours. He treats you nicely, that’s what matters.”

“That’s true.” 

~~

Liane went on a mini rant about how her night went, along with how her morning went with her daughter, Bella, then realized something and mentally kicked herself for being rude. She knew she had a habit of rambling and randomly speaking up, without asking how the other person was doing. Sometimes she will burst into chatter and forget to question other’s behavior, becoming over-the-top and annoying. 

She had to work on that. 

After a brief moment she asked, “Sorry, ho—how was your New Years, mom?”

Jennifer paused sipping her drink to answer shortly, “It was fine.”

“Just fine?”

“Yeah, it was fine. Nothing like your grand night.”

Liane raised an eyebrow and leaned closer to the table, eyeing her for a moment. She knew her mother had gone out last night to a party she was invited to, especially since Jennifer wasn’t one for giant festive things unless asked, and possibly enjoyed it with a friend or two.

 Liane was always the one who enjoyed parties, meanwhile her mom wasn’t the biggest fan despite her wardrobe being fit for a grand classic event itself. She wasn’t blind to see that her night wasn’t ‘just fine’, she must’ve enjoyed herself a bit.

She smirked, “Sure it wasn’t. But you must’ve danced and drank right? Or are you getting too old for that sort of thing?”

“Funny.” Jennifer remarked with a deadpan look about the comment about being old, before smiling. “On the contrary, I had a nice time.”

“I knew it! Did you dance?”

“Yes, yes, I danced a bit and ate some food. Didn’t drink too much.” 

Liane chuckled then teased her, “Oooh! Any handsome guys who tickled your fancy?”

“Be nice.” She replied, chuckling, hesitating to say the next sentence, but after a brief pause she did. “I did meet someone…” 

That caused her daughter’s eyes to widen completely and become intrigued. Her eyes filled with delight. She couldn’t help but squeal at hearing those words and letting them sink in.

“You did?! You should’ve led with that one before.” She exclaimed, trying to keep her voice down hoping she didn’t catch unwanted attention. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Cause I knew that would be your reaction.” Jennifer replied with a smirk, chuckling. “It wasn’t anything grand, it was a brief thing.”

“Oh please! It couldn’t have been anything brief, did you at least get his name? How tall is he? What does he look like?”

Jennifer raised an eyebrow and cocked her head slightly, “Why are you suddenly intrigued by my love life?”

“Cause I live for rom-coms, duh.” Liane replied in a quick yet playful tone, as if it was obvious.

“You are too much sometimes, I swear.”

“Come on! Tell me his name, at least..please!”

“Alright, alright, fine. It’s Ellison.” 

“Ellison? Wow, uh, never heard a name like that before…”

It took Liane a moment to reply that name in her head, trying to see if she actually heard that name before or not. Eillson? She asked her mother his last name and that’s when it clicked. She almost choked on her drink.

“Stark?! Ellison Stark?” Liane squealed in shock with a grin before humorly adding. “What kinda party were you at last night?”

Jennifer just laughed and shook her head, “It was a nice party at a tall building, he was there and we locked eyes. Soon enough we just talked, before I headed out.”

“You just left?!”

“...yes?”

“Why would you-?! That’s the chance of a lifetime, I swear he’s one of the richest guys in New York.”

“I know that.” Jennifer added casually.

“Please, tell me you at least gave him your number right?” Liane asked seriously, in hopes that she did.

“No, I didn't. I just told him, he’ll find me.”

“I–well, damn, okay. I swear, you people have a weird way of calling something romantic.”

“It doesn’t sound romantic?” Jennifer remarked, a hint of challenge to her tone.

Liane opened her mouth to protest about it then thought it over, imagining how the exchange between them must’ve gone, guessing her mother left out some details. She leaned back in her chair within the booth, letting the idea pass though her and smiled.

It did sound romantic. 

~~~

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Ahh yess! 🔏 First fic of the year and it's Liz x JJ. Like I said, this is Earth 57, not our usual Earth 616 where our tales often take please, so anything is possible.

I wanna explore this concept more of Earths and different AUs for our OCs this year Pls let me know what you think of this! 📌

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Need to draw my spidersona more so what was initially A Doodle is now. This ✨️✨️✨️

Happy New Years Eve :]

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