#also i went over 500 words BUT WHO'S COUNTING EXCEPT AO3 AND WORD??

[lucassinclaer-archive]

BREAK FROM THE PACK

Jonathan tries to escape from a party. He's not used to people noticing.

NOTE: a stonathan sunday ficlet inspired by the prompt "why do you care?"

you can also read this on ao3 here

“Hey, Byers!” Jonathan turns around reluctantly. He’s just managed to disentangle himself from the masses, so close to a successful escape. But no. That would’ve been too much to ask. 

This never used to be a problem. First, he never used to show up at any party full stop and tonight’s reminded him of all the reasons why. Second, when he does show, no one’s ever noticed him slipping away before. 

“Wait up,” Steve Harrington says now, squeezing through the crowd to catch up with Jonathan, completely unaware that he’s breaking all the rules. He never seems to notice. That it’s not supposed to be like this. 

Jonathan tries not to let it show, just watches as Steve closes the distance between them and throws an arm around his shoulder. He smells very Steve-like with an added pinch of sweat and liquor. His cheeks are flushed pink. Definitely on the drunker side of things. “Where are you going?” 

“Home.” 

“Why?”  

Jonathan wonders if alcohol can have the magical effect of Bambi-fying a person’s features. When his father gets drunk, his face only grows more sunken. Not Steve. He’s beaming at Jonathan in that weird way that makes his stomach twist and he could swear his eyes are bigger somehow. And soft. 

“Why do you care?” It comes out crabbier than Jonathan intentioned. He really wants to get out of here and the weight of Steve is distracting and threatening to change his mind.  

Steve leans in closer, bringing their heads together as if they’re sharing a secret. Jonathan hasn’t drunk anything, but in his chest there’s a low fluttering. “Because,” he says, slowly, like he’s contemplating the question very seriously, “I just do.” 

The breath escapes Jonathan. The hum in his chest doesn’t go away, but the tension in his shoulders does, built up in the weighty little pause Steve built into his sentence. 

“Okay,” he says. 

“No seriously,” Steve insists and puts a little more of himself onto Jonathan’s side. He’s not heavy, just warm and close, getting rid of the last spaces between them. “Did something happen? I saw you with Tommy and Carol. They just talk a lot of shit, you know? They’re idiots.” 

Then why are you friends with them? Jonathan thinks and realizes then that he isn’t really. Not anymore. It’s just this kind of party. Everybody comes and it doesn’t mean anything. He hates it. 

“They are,” he agrees. “Just isn’t my crowd, I guess.” 

Steve moves to the side and Jonathan isn’t expecting it. They sway together as one and stumble over their own feet, halfway into the hedge that borders the little stone path leading to the gate. 

“Mh. Okay.” He turns and looks directly at Jonathan who idiotically forgot to avert his gaze in time. Another pause. Jonathan can smell his breath. It’s not great, but he doesn’t mind so much when it’s paired with brown eyes flicking up and down, catching him in place. “Do you wanna go somewhere else, then?” 

It takes a second or two for Jonathan’s brain to process. “With you?” 

Steve grins. “Yeah.” He frowns briefly. Sways again. “But I don’t think I should drive.” 

“No.” Jonathan looks back to the house and then into the darkness where Steve wants to take him. Only him. “Come on, I’ll drive.” 

[nekoannie-chan]

500 years

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Witch!Reader.

Word count: 466 words.

Summary: After long, long time, Steve and you reunite again.

Warnings: Magic AU, Soulmate Au, I have no idea what I wrote.

A/N: This my entry to @the-slumberparty

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You opened your eyes when you felt the soft sea breeze on your face, and the smell of salt invaded your senses.

How long had you been asleep?

The sacrifice you had made in the last magical war had been... was 500 years ago, you were surprised to see how long it had taken you to wake up this time.

But you couldn't deny that you were delighted when the rest of the coven and other magical beings found out that you finally woke up, you had won the admiration of everyone.

As you ate your breakfast, you kept thinking about everything you had to learn new, the world had changed too much.

However, as you looked over the documents you had been given to learn about the most important magical figures that existed after what had happened to you.

You stopped to look at Steve's, something about it caught your attention, and you felt something itchy in your arm as you were reading.

Several days had passed and you couldn't stop thinking about Steve, the papers said that he had also sacrificed himself just like you. When you asked, they told you they didn't have a single piece of information on his final location, they tried everything, to no avail, but you knew of a way to find him. The only thing you were missing was an updated map, the ones you had were too old and useless.

Fortunately, your box, where you kept everything important, was still intact, you took one of the crystals, recited the spell and quickly the crystal showed you where it was.

You were simply following your intuition, which told you to find it.

You waited until nightfall, you didn't want anyone to know what you were going to do, and you didn't plan to answer their questions anyway.

Stealthily, you approached him, he was lying there asleep, and that's when you started the ritual to wake him up, if it was really what you thought, you were the only one who could make him open his eyes.

You smiled when you realized it was working, after a while his beautiful blue eyes saw you, at first he looked confused.

“Do I know you? “Steve asked you.

“You tell me, it's been a long time," you answered.

“I've been looking for you all this time.

“I know, some things went wrong.

“I don't know what happened last time, but it doesn't matter, you found me," he said.

“We're finally together again.

“What are we going to do?

“First I want to show you the new things in this world, it's so changed, then we'll make up for all the time we weren't together.

Finally, the mark had stopped itching and had regained its color, you noticed Steve's too.

[data-monkey]

AO3 stats project: data provenance

A few years ago, I was curious about some of the characteristics of works posted on the Archive of Our Own, so I scraped some (lots) of data and went about analyzing it. This series of posts describes that analysis. It’s broken down into 7 posts; this is the first one, describing the data set and how it was collected.

The Data | Basic Questions | Fandoms | Tags | Correlations | Kudos | Fun Stuff

Thanks to @eloiserummaging for beta reading these posts; any remaining errors are my own.  A Python notebook showing the code I used to make these plots can be found here.

In case you’ve wandered in here without knowing about the Archive of Our Own (aka AO3), here’s a brief primer. It’s a fan-run, nonprofit archive for all kinds of “fan works”--that means fanfiction, but also other media such as fanart, podfic (fanfiction audiobooks), fanvids (audiovisual media), meta (fanwork criticism), etc. The AO3 has a ratings system and a warnings system, but they’re both optional in the sense that you can choose an “abstain” option (“No Rating” or “Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings”, respectively). When you do a search or look at an index page, you can generally see the title, fandom, creator, summary, warnings, rating, category (since many fanworks are romantic/sexual in nature, this is basically either “gen” for no romance, or the gender configuration of the main relationship(s)), language, word count, comment count, kudos count (you leave “kudos” for the author instead of hitting a “like” button), and whether the work is part of a series. On many works, but not all, you can also see the hit count--this is turned on by default, but authors can turn it off. And finally, there are also generally a number of freeform tags. The AO3 has one of the best tagging systems out there, and I’ll make use of that in some later posts.

Before we get into this, I wanted to shout out @destinationtoast, who has been on the fan stats beat for years. Some of what I’m going to show in the next few posts will duplicate work she or others have done. I’m still showing it because our data collection methods are different, and so the answer they get and the answer I get may be different. Redoing some of the analysis means that all the graphs I am showing are self-consistent. But you should really go check out @toastystats and her great masterpost of stuff if you’re interested in this topic.

For my analysis, I collected data by scraping AO3 works pages in most fandoms over a period of several years, skipping large subfandoms so I didn’t duplicate information--e.g., I did not download “Stargate: SG-1” data because all of those works are also included in “Stargate - All Media Types”. I attempted to be kind to the server load by leaving lag times between successive pages and taking frequent breaks, and I also have regularly donated to the OTW, more than enough to offset the cost of my downloads for this project. The total amount of data is well under a single day’s load on the servers, and collected over several years, although I would guess that on my peak downloading days I was probably the #1 user by data volume.

Here’s what the actual collection dates look like:

I grabbed a bunch of stuff in 2015, updated again in 2016, let things lie for 18 months, and then picked back up. So the data set I have contains everything posted in 2017 or earlier that was still available when I collected the data, and most (but not all) of the data posted in 2018 or later. 

To avoid re-downloading, if I went back to update a previously-downloaded fandom, I only went back far enough to get to the newest works I’d seen the previous time I downloaded. That means that anything posted before 2016 or so is “frozen” in this data set--it hasn’t had its hits, kudos, or comments updated, and if other changes were made (orphaning, deletion) that is also not captured. If a work moved up in the sort date (for example, if it had a new chapter added), the new data was used instead of the earlier collected data.

I was not logged in, so no private works appear anywhere in this data set. (So you should probably think of this as “stats of public AO3 works” not “stats of AO3 works”--they will probably be different because some fandoms are more likely to privatize their fic than others.) Because I’m not able to get individual permission from authors to show their data, I’ll only be showing aggregate data--the rough cutoff in my head is that I only show data points that represent >1000 works.

I also wanted to download tag information, because the Archive tagging system allows users to choose any tags they like, and then bundles those tags into synonyms in the backend--allowing somebody to misspell a tag “John Waston” instead of “John Watson”, for example, but preserving that they meant “John Watson” for purposes of searching. I downloaded the tag description page for any tag which appears in the data >=500 times and used that data to unify all synonyms of the most-used tags. Tag pages are not redownloaded once downloaded, so tag updates since May 2015 are mostly not represented here, except for a few tags which crossed my lower-cutoff threshold sometime between May 2015 and 2018.

Overall, I downloaded meta-information for 4,337,545 works. I won’t be sharing this dataset because it includes now-deleted works, but if you have a question that a dataset like this could answer, I can try to answer that question, time allowing.

[deaky-disco-queen]

Who You’re Gonna Call? - Breaky Week Day 7

A/N: My final piece for Breaky Week! It’s for the prompt Someone Dies (None of the Boys dies, don’t worry, it’s really fluffy) and I Kind of barely skimmed the prompt but I really wanted to write this so here it is. Also there is a Tiny reference to some gore and murder and a suicide Happening so if that’s triggering for you please be careful or just don’t read it. It’s really minor but just to make sure. 

Can also be read on AO3. 

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“Guess what I bought!”

John sat on Brian’s desk, kicking his legs against his chair, grinning in the way that made his eyes crinkle up and showed off his tooth gap. Brian tried very hard not to be endeared by it but failed.

   “What did you buy?” He asked.

   “A spirit box!”

He showed him some weird device that looked like some kind of radio or walkie-talkie of some kind. Brian blinked several times, trying to make sense out of what John had said and what he was seeing.

   “A what?” He then asked.

   “A spirit box! It’s really cool! You can talk to ghosts by scanning through radio stations and they can use the radio waves to string sentences together. In a way.”

Brian groaned in annoyance and buried his face in his hands. John laughed and boxed him in the shoulder playfully, obviously enjoying his pain. He almost regretted saying yes when John had asked him to join his weird ghost hunting show as a co-host but he knew it was John’s passion project and he was his friend first and foremost and he didn’t want him to fail at his job just because Brian didn’t want to risk being awkward around his crush. Also, he didn’t want to imagine how this would have turned out if head asked Roger to be his co-host.

It didn’t stop him from wondering why he even liked John, though.

Nobody frustrated him quite like John. It wasn’t just the fact that he kept arguing with Brian that ghosts were real- they weren’t- or that they seemed to disagree on many other things that were so trivial it shouldn’t matter. Except when it came to John, they did and most of the time, they could be found squabbling about one thing or another. John was also very fond of playing tricks and little pranks on him. It was never anything mean so Brian never got mad at him. It just didn’t made any sense why Brian fell for him of all people.

   “Deaky…” He said, already feeling a headache coming. “You’re not really believing that, are you?”

John shot him a look that told him he did, in fact, believe it and Brian groaned.

   “Alright, sure, I’ll humor you. How does it work?”

   “I’ll show you at the location today. Finish up whatever you have to do and meet me at your car.”

John grinned and jumped off the desk and patted his shoulder when he passed him and Brian sighed and rubbed his temples before he went back to work.

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   “Oh, that looks like a haunted castle right there!”

John laughed and spread his arms out as he grinned widely at Brian. Brian was frowning up at the castle. If he had to pick a location for making a horror movie it would probably this one. It was old, with ivy growing over the walls and the towers, the windows were dark and it loomed over them on top of a hill.

   “I hate it already.” Brian said.

He shot the camera John was holding a quick look before adjusting his gear and double-checking the battery stand on his own gear. It would be a long night and he wasn’t exactly looking forward to it.

   “Do you have your sleeping bag?” He asked John.

John gently kicked a bag on the ground in front of him and Brian nodded happily, crossing that from his mental To-Do-List.

   “I can’t wait to meet some ghosts!”

Brian rolled his eyes on him but followed John towards the castle. It was even more creepy inside than outside. It was dirty- unsurprisingly, nobody lived here and the owners probably wanted to play up the whole ‘haunted’ look- and dark with weird portraits, old armors and typical medieval style decor around. And lots of spider webs.

   “This is-” They both started at the same time.

   “-gross as fuck.” Brian finished, wrinkling his nose.

   “-fantastic!” John said, grinning wildly.

They exchanged a quick glance, before breaking into giggles. They made sure to get some good footage of the unsettling hallways until they came to a big ballroom of some kind.

   “Hello, ghosts!” John yelled, cheering when it echoed through the room.

Brian shook his head at him but filmed it anyway, keeping the camera on his face to capture the childish delight on his face.

   “So tell me why we are here, then.”

John’s face lit up visibly and Brian smiled despite thinking this whole thing was kind of stupid. He was cute when he got excited. And if it meant he had to listen to a ghost story and John’s rambling for a while, then so be it. Brian sat down on the windowsill and waited until John had set up their tripod. Their legs brushed together when he sat down next to him.

   “Alright! Welcome to another episode of Unsolved! Today we are here in the Thrawcliff Castle where some extremely fucked up shit happened and we will try and get some ghosts to tell us more about it!”

He smiled at Brian before he went off about the history of the castle. Apparently, some 500-ish years ago the son of a rich family that owned the castle started hearing voices and developed violent tendencies that ended with him murdering his three siblings and his parents, only to commit suicide afterwards. It was a unsettling and sad story but once John got to the part where he talked about people feeling presences and apparitions, weird happenstances and whatnot, Brian felt the need to roll his eyes.

He let John talk, not feeling like he had anything but skepticism to add and while that was the whole reason he was here in the first place, he didn’t want to dampen John’s fun just yet. Not that he would, John seemed to not give a shit whether Brian was a fan of a location or not, still excited and determined to find a ghost. Or proof of a ghost.

   “This is going to be fun!”

   “Well, at least you can see the stars very well tonight.” Brian added, a smile tugging on his lips.

   “Stars and ghosts, we’re in for an amazing night!”

   “No ghosts, just stars, Deaky.”

John grinned at him, knocking their shoulders together, not even bothered by his lacking enthusiasm. He was probably used to it already, they have been doing this for a while now, after all.

   “Why not both? They are not mutually exclusive.”

   “Ghosts don’t exists, stars do.”

   “How do you know?”

Brian groaned loudly.

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They decided to test John’s spirit box thing on top of the tallest tower.

It was a horrible loud, piercing noise and Brian physically flinched back when he heard it for the first time and it didn’t get better with time. Brian hated it. He didn’t think he could hate it any more than being in a unsettling place in the dark and sleeping there but he was proven wrong. John loved to do that and he managed it again.

   “It switches through radio channels so ghosts can string words together to talk to us.” John explained to him.

Brian only barely resisted the urge to cover his ears.

   “Let’s go and ask the ghosts some questions, why don’t we?”

It was stupid. John was just talking to static with no answers- the unintelligible stuff- didn’t count because it wasn’t words- but he was ecstatic about the whole thing and kept asking questions. Brian had no idea how he did not get frustrated by getting nothing concrete in return over and over again.

   “Isn’t that amazing?” John asked.

   “Amazingly annoying.”

John rolled his eyes at him.

   “Come on, let’s do solo investigations!”

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The thing was, Brian didn’t believe in ghosts. He was a man of science and ghosts just didn’t seem like a plausible thing to him. Aliens, sure, space was just too big for them to be the only intelligent life form out there but ghosts? He couldn’t believe in it no matter how many different theories John proposed to him. None of the evidence convinced him enough to believe in it.

But Brian was still very afraid. Not because of ghosts, because that was stupid, but because there were so many other things to be afraid of. Ghosts may not scare him but potential injuries while being far away from medical help, getting an infection from the filthy surroundings and meeting some random serial killer sure did. The last one wasn’t really as likely as the others but he was still afraid of somebody lurking in the shadows of wherever they were, just waiting to get a chance to rob him or whatever. People were way scarier than ghosts.

So he hated the solo investigations because it was scary to be alone in a dark hallway in a creepy castle.

   “God, fuck, okay. This is still stupid but here we go: Hello, ghosts.”

He walked down the hallway, his flashlight shaking slightly.

Their fans found it hilarious that the skeptic of all people tended to get the most scared. Brian liked to think it was because he had common sense. John would happily invite a demon to possess him if it let him prove their existence. And Brian could respect that dedication. He just wished it wasn’t ghosts and demons and all of these kinds of things John was so obsessed with. It would save him so much trouble.

   “Damn you, John.”

He slowly made his way down the stairs into the dungeon- because of course all the gory things happened in the dungeon and many gory and downright disgusting things had happened here if John had been telling the truth- and he started to question his life choices again.

   “If there is anyone in here with me, please speak up.”

Of course there was only silence and Brian sighed.

   “Please don’t make me use the stupid box. Just talk to me so we can call it a day.”

There was still no answer and Brian sighed again, louder this time, and set down the spirit box and turned it on, flinching at the ugly sound it made. He tried to get some ghosts to talk to him but- unsurprisingly- got no response and left the dungeon as soon as John called him to tell him his ten minutes were up.

   “How was it? You scared? Met a ghost? Or a serial killer? Maybe a weirdo in a trenchcoat?”

   “Stop making fun of it and get us a ghost, I want to leave.”

John laughed and made his way downstairs while Brian set up their sleeping bags in the ballroom. He could hear John yelling at the ghosts- air-, demanding them to show themselves and talk to him. He was mercilessly taunting him and Brian could never understand how John could believe in them and yet be so incredible fearless. He read all these stories about them doing terrible things and causing violence and stuff and yet he didn’t seem to be scared at all. Or his way of dealing with being scared was cursing ghosts out.

After a while, it grew quiet and Brian knew John had finished his private investigation and waited for him to come back.

   “Find anything?” Brian asked.

   “Oh, I got some really interesting answers! I’ll show you later. Are you ready to go to sleep?”

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Brian could never sleep at locations and today wasn’t an exception. It was cold and uncomfortable and he was still afraid someone with bad intentions was going to show up. He just lay in the dark, turned away from John to see the door to the room which probably didn’t help his paranoia much.

   “Can’t sleep?” John asked quietly.

   “You know I can’t.”

He could hear John shift behind him and then he was kicked in the back until he turned around to face him. John’s face was barely visible in the darkness but he could make out his silhouette faintly.

   “Nothing is going to happen to us. No bad people will come for us. No one but us and the ghosts here. And since you don’t believe in those, you’re good.”

   “I know that.” Brian whispered. “It’s called an irrational fear for a reason.”

John chuckled softly and Brian hit him blindly in the chest, grinning satisfied when he let out a low groan.

   “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you from any ghosts and serial killers. I promise.”

It didn’t really calm Brian in any way but it was a nice sentiment. He didn’t have to tell John that- he knew that- and so he didn’t and just let the silence between them drag on.

   “Oh for fucks sake, c’mere.”

   “What?”

Before getting an answer, John unzipped his sleeping bag and reached for him, pulling Brian close. John was way stronger than he looked.

   “Let’s zip us together.”

Brian tried to argue but it was a weak attempt and he held the flashlight so John could make their two sleeping bags in on big one. Then, he forced him to lie down facing away from the door, his head resting on John’s arm and their legs tangled together. His nose was almost touching his shoulder and Brian felt himself blush.

This wasn’t what normal friends did, was it? Though, normal friends wouldn’t go ghost hunting together either so was he really in any position to judge? John might not be the most touchy-feely guy but they had been friends for years now and he didn’t mind Roger or Freddie being all over him.

   “Are you comfortable?”

Brian nodded despite it being a bit of a lie. He didn’t know where he was supposed to put his hands so they were just awkwardly laying between them. John didn’t seem to have this kind of problem, easily wrapping his arm around Brian’s waist.

   “Good, then sleep. I’ll fight any evil people trying to get to us.”

   “You’re ridiculous.” Brian said.

   “No, just in love with you.”

Brian’s breath got caught in his chest. John’s bravery floored him over and over again. Of course he had no issues just confessing his love like this, as if it was nothing, as if he had nothing to fear, nothing to lose. Sometimes he wished he had even half of this bravery. But even now, he could not say anything even though he really wanted to.

   “It’s okay, Bri, you can confess your crush tomorrow. Maybe over brunch?”

   “Brunch sounds nice.” Brian choked out.

John hummed satisfied and pressed a short kiss into Brian’s hair.

   “Great, looking forward to it.”

[whelvenwings]

✭ Girl Like You ✭

Pairing: Michelle Jones/Shuri Word Count: 13.8k Thank you so much to @lesbiansassemble for letting me take part in her 10k femslash challenge, with the prompt “We’re Trapped”!!

MJ doesn't do opening up to people. She doesn't do dancing at lame parties. She doesn't do singing in public. She doesn't do losing control in any way that she could possibly help, ever. She also definitely does not do being trapped in an elevator - not after what happened at the Washington Monument.

And then she meets Shuri.

((I wrote this for a challenge with a 500-word minimum, and ended up writing so much more. I totally fell in love with these characters and how I imagined their relationship might grow. I hope you enjoy it if you check it out!!))

Read the first chapter below or check it out here on AO3!!

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“- and she’s coming to our school? Our school?”

“Ned. I’m not kidding.”

“Tell me this isn’t like the time in eighth grade when -”

“No, I swear to God, it’s not like the time you ate your own eraser.”

“You said that you’d switched out one of my things for candy and it just looked so -”

MJ folded her arms, sank down in her seat on the bus, and tried to tune out the conversation Peter and Ned were having in front of her.

“I said that because I thought you’d guess , not just pick something up and chew on it…”

She closed her eyes, and pictured her desk back at home: and there they were - her headphones, sitting on top of her laptop. Exactly where she’d left them, trudging past in an early-morning haze on her way out of the door; their wire curled up in an enticing beckon, promising bass thick enough to drown out whatever was going on in front of her.

“No, no, seriously,” Peter was saying. “I swear, she’s actually coming to our school.”

MJ’s head was aching. Last night had held an accidental Wikipedia binge, hopping from article to article, reading all the new tech pages that were springing up like weeds on the sidewalk; Kimoyo Beads. Ring Blades. Vibranium Strike Gauntlets. The details were sparse and there wasn’t a lot to go on - but over the course of the six hours MJ had spent lost down the rabbit hole, at least two of the articles had already grown extra subsections. New information was flooding in.

It had made MJ’s heart thud as she sat bathed in the blueish light of her laptop at three in the morning, on the night before the first day of junior year.

And it was only now, as she sat on the bus and tried desperately to convince her body that closing her eyes constituted more sleep, that she felt even the slightest twinge of regret. Watching this stuff happen was once-in-a-lifetime.

“Hey, MJ.” Ned’s voice, loud enough to be heard clearly over the roar of the bus, made MJ frown. “MJ.”

“Mmm.” She did her best impression of a person who was extremely asleep.

“EM JAY.”

She slit her eyes open, making sure that her stare encompassed the exact right ratio of tiredness, irritation, lack of investment, and sheer dead-eyed scariness as possible. Ned hitched on a grin in the face of it, clearly not appreciating the artistry that went into the expression’s careful emotional makeup.

“Did you know about this?” he said, gesturing with one hand towards Peter. The bus rattled onto the school grounds, stop-starting to avoid the students running across the path. MJ glanced from Ned to Peter’s profile and back again, making sure to look completely disinterested.

“Know about what,” she said flatly.

“Who’s joining the school this year?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Really?” Peter spun completely in his seat to look at her. MJ’s eyes flicked over to him - his brown hair a slight mess, as usual, though she could see that there had been some attempts to school it into a definite style. He, too, looked tired, though MJ could concede in the privacy of her own head that he wore it with better humour than she did herself. “How’d you know?”

“Because we’re best friends already,” MJ said.

“You what?”

“Oh, yeah. Me and my dear friend Please Shut Up go way back.” She glared at the pair of them, and then shut her eyes.

“What’s up with you?” she heard Ned say. “Late night?”

“You really wanna know?”

“Uh… yeah, I gue-”

“I was hanging out with Please Shut Up. Having a ton of good times.”

“You’re mean.”

MJ snorted. The bus came to a complete stop, and the doors sighed open; MJ kept her eyes tightly closed for a few seconds longer, trying to enjoy the feeling as much as she possibly could while everyone around her scrambled for their bags and began to pile out into the parking lot.

“Ding ding,” she heard Ned say. “This is our stop.”

“Ugh.”

Rolling her eyes behind closed lids, she grabbed for her backpack on the empty seat beside her, and slouched off the bus behind Ned and Peter. She winced against the sunlight, sleeplessness watering everything around her down to a kind of liquid surreality. She yawned - but even as she did so, even as most of her mind was dedicated to wishing that she was back in her bed with her head on a soft pillow and her comforter pulled all the way up to her chin, even as she blinked slowly and sleepily - she realised that there was some kind of commotion happening across on the other side of the parking lot.

“Oh my god,” Ned said, punching Peter - surprisingly hard, MJ thought, but Peter didn’t seem to really feel it. “Oh, my god, it’s happening. It is happening.”

The words what’s happening were on the tip of MJ’s tongue; an image of Ned’s smug face rose up in front of her, how happy he’d be at knowing something she didn’t after she’d been rude on the bus, and she bit back her questions. Instead, she started to head quickly towards the school - directly away from the crowd. There were a few odd looks thrown her way by all the people heading in the opposite direction, but she paid them no attention whatsoever.

The growing melee surged behind her as she walked through the school gates, not meeting anyone’s eye. Instead of going inside, though, she took a quick right, heading for a conveniently placed wall that started low and slowly sloped upwards; climbing up, she walked her way to higher ground, peering over the heads of the crowd in the parking lot.

She was too far away to see what was really happening, except that there were four sleek black cars all parked side by side, and some women in red standing absolutely still and eyeing the general ruckus of students. They seemed to be keeping some kind of peace just by looking vaguely ready to kill anyone who looked at them.

MJ stared, wishing she could so effortlessly channel that kind of energy.

The clothes they were wearing… she narrowed her eyes. She knew that armour, she knew those patterns. They all had shaved heads, too - no hair for anyone to grab onto in a fight.

She blinked. Surely, it wasn’t possible. She’d just spent all night reading about these exact women and their country and their weapons and their technology, and now she was sleep deprived, and seeing things. These could not be the Dora Milaje.

MJ wasn’t even completely clear on how that was pronounced, let alone being prepared to see them in her school’s parking lot.

And then, out of one of the cars, stepped a girl.

MJ felt her breathe leave her, before she’d even fully registered who she was looking at. Dressed in lowkey, casual clothes - just jeans, a t-shirt, and a black and white jacket, with her hair tied up at the back of her head - was a person MJ knew by sight, instantly. Someone she’d read about; someone she followed on Twitter; someone she’d seen on the news, announcing the arrival of new outreach buildings across the country. Someone she’d actually considered getting Snapchat for, just to see her stories and selfies.

Shuri, Princess of Wakanda.

The crowd around Shuri were going wild, yelling and waving. The Dora Milaje were looking, somehow, even more stern as they kept the tide of teenage enthusiasm at bay. Shuri offered them all a grin, and MJ felt her heart flip in her chest.

With a little nod of her head, Shuri began to walk towards the school. Like a flock of seagulls, the students all around her shuffled and squawked at each other, following along; Shuri seemed unfazed, not ignoring them, but just smiling around and occasionally laughing.

She must be used to this by now, MJ thought.

“I told my brother,” she heard the Princess say as she headed through the gates. “I told him, I wanted to take the bus! The big cars will only make it worse! Tomorrow I’m taking the bus here and there’s nothing he can do about it…”

MJ shifted, almost falling off the wall. Shuri was going to be here - not just for one day, but for two?

The suddenness of her movement must have caught Shuri’s eye. Down below, the Princess jerked her head up - frowning, her eyes drifted upwards too - and quite suddenly, MJ found herself meeting the gaze of the Princess of Wakanda.

MJ froze.

Shuri’s eyebrows raised slightly, and her mouth crooked into a smile - a small one, genuine, not for show - as she took in MJ standing atop the wall. MJ swallowed. Before there was time to smile politely, or wave, or do anything at all, the moment was over. Shuri had walked into the school, her eyes sliding away.

When the swirling wave of students chasing after her had washed inside with her, MJ hopped down off the wall. She leaned back against it; she could still feel her heart pounding.

Shuri had smiled.

And MJ hadn’t even tried to tame her hair this morning, beyond shoving it into a bun at the back of her head. Not that she expected someone as smart as Shuri to be making judgements about someone based on how many flyaways they had going on, hair-wise, or how beat-up their shoes looked, or how probably vacant and awestruck their expression was…

MJ breathed out. But Shuri had smiled.

She found herself half-smiling down at the ground, just thinking about it.

“So, how did you enjoy meeting Princess Please Shut Up ?”she heard a voice say. She looked up, blinking away her mind’s looped replaying of the moment that had just happened.

Ned was smiling at her smugly, while Peter stared up the steps after Shuri.

MJ considered using words to reply, and then decided a simple gesture would do the trick.

“Aw, come on. That’s not nice.”

They headed inside as a reluctant, ragged trio.

“So… she’s here because…” MJ said, unable to resist fishing for information any longer.

“To go to school,” Ned finished for her. “Something about community outreach or whatever.” MJ tried to keep walking normally, tried to keep breathing. Shuri. The Princess of Wakanda - a title so grandiose that it sounded ridiculous even to think it - that Shuri. Was going to be here every day? Was going to take classes? Was going to join band or the cheer squad, was going to go to parties, was going to - to go to high school?

“But she’s, like… a genius,” MJ said, sounding stupid to herself. “Like… she doesn’t need high school.”

Ned shrugged, while Peter looked thoughtful.

“Peter, does she even know about -” Ned began.

“Don’t know,” Peter said shortly, with a pointed look, before seeming to sink back into his thoughts. MJ narrowed her eyes at the pair of them, before shrugging it off.

Whatever. Those guys were losers.

And Shuri had smiled.

***

Read the rest here on AO3!!

[hermioneclone]

I don’t know what it is about July, but it makes my writing juices flow.

It about a decade ago, when I found a summer writing challenge which I thought was associated with NaNoWriMo, but, I found out when they stopped doing it, it wasn’t. The first year, I had just finished high school and a senior year that I missed big chunks of because of a mystery illness that was attributed to stress (which I wonder about now, knowing what I know about women’s symptoms being dismissed, but I seem to have things somewhat under control...). I was recovering and going off to college in the fall, and I needed to prove to myself that I could take on a task and see it through. I’d been writing fic for several years at that point, and I’d been working on the fic I wrote that year for at least 2 years by then. I thought I’d finish the story then. 

I hit the word count goal of 50,000. I won’t say it was easy (it never is), but I’ve always managed to do it, except for the time when I tried doing it during grad school, which was a BIG mistake. But the story wasn’t done.

I went off to college, didn’t have time to work on it. I then drifted away from harry Potter, I found Glee and Klaine and it took over my world for the next 3-4 years. Sometimes I worked on it, and I think I did work on it at least one July during that time, though I know I did a lot of one shots compiled together to hit the word count. 

Still, no matter what, I kept coming back to this fic. Especially after Glee ended, and I failed to get quite so attached to a new fandom, I drifted back to my Harry Potter roots and returned to the fic. I didn’t get a lot done during this time because of grad school, but I occasionally did some work here and there, tried starting an outline to get a grasp on the plot so when I did work on it I could have a road map. I never finished this either.

At one point I tried doing some edits. I’d cleaned up a few things, did a bunch of work, maybe added a bit of new stuff. And then accidentally overwrote it with a 3 page one shot (and did the same for my backup!). Luckily I managed to find a version that wasn’t too old, I mostly only lost my edits, but I was crushed. But I plugged on, not really ever expecting this fic to end.

Last summer, for the first time in a few years, I could spend a July writing. I was only working one job by then, having saved up enough to cut back on my hours so I could focus on looking for work. I typed fanfic in between my resumes and cover letters. I was in the library working on my fic when I took a break and saw that my now boss looked up my LinkedIn. A year later, I have a job in a place I could have only ever dreamed of getting into in an office with lovely people who actually treat my like an adult. 

It’s warm but in the nice, summer way, not the oppressive humidity of a few days ago. The heat must bring out the words. I sat down today, meaning just to figure out where I needed to start, and suddenly I was off and had almost my word goal for the day. Later I did the same thing and added almost a thousand words. Usually when I sit and write it’s a struggle getting 500 words out in a sitting. I don’t know what magic is in July that changes things for me, but I love it.

I haven’t been posting much fic the past few years since I’ve been trying to finish this story. I just was on my Ao3 answering reviews from the past three years. I feel bad for waiting so long (thanks anxiety!) but it was so nice to read them and I got really excited about writing and fanfiction in general. I’m also coming to a better understanding of my strengths, which I hope will serve me well when I return to the original story I’ve started.

This year, I just might finish the fic I started over a decade ago. It will be a mammoth, and will take ages to edit. I don’t know what I’ll do when it’s finished, though I have some one shot ideas in the ‘verse that I can’t do until this is finished. I’ve lived in this world for about a third of my life, I don’t know what comes next.

At the same time, I cannot wait to share this story with the world. It’s been mine for so long, and I want to make it ours. It will be a while still, but I am looking forward to that day.

Fanfiction has been such a big part of my life. It helped me learn how to type and made 25 page papers manageable. I’ve learned that I love playing in other people’s sandboxes and there’s nothing wrong with that. I love the people I’ve met through my stories and theirs. I’m so glad that I got over the idea (supporting in a one time apparent waning interest) that I was growing out of the genre. I’m loving it more as I get older, I love taking this fic I started as a child and giving it an adult’s perspective and polish. I love seeing my life in the lives of the characters I write.

But that’s enough about me. I have a story to finish. 

[mad-madam-m]

So I'm just curious, how do you get yourself to write? And do you use prompts and if you do where do you get them? I meant to use NaNo to get me to write but it took 4 days into November for me to realize November started so I failed lol. I've been meaning to start this original thing and it's just not...working.

First of all, anon, you could start writing RIGHT NOW (yes, with 10 days left in the month) and you would not fail NaNo. You might not hit 50k (although I know people who have hit 50k in that amount of time, or less), but you won’t fail. NaNoWriMo isn’t about hitting 50,000 words so much as it is about putting a stake in the ground and saying, “Here. Today. I will start writing the project I’ve always wanted to.” And doing it. Doesn’t matter what that project is—original novel, short stories, fic, poetry, revising something, a series of blog posts—NaNo is about just. Fucking. Doing it. And you still have time to Do It.

To answer your questions:

Do you use prompts and if you do, where do you get them?

For original stories, particularly novels, I usually don’t. For fic, particularly short fic I’m writing for events, I do. Tumblr has a wealth of writing prompts that range from “here’s a situation” to “here’s a line of dialogue GO,” and I tend to reblog them under the tags “fic prompts” or “writing prompts.” Honestly, most of them would work for either original fic or fanfic, so if you are a writer who likes to work from prompts, go forth and enjoy!

How do you get yourself to write?

That’s kind of a big question, and uh, the answer to it got long. Very long. (I said once that if you give me half a chance, I’ll talk about writing all the live-long day, and this answer is no exception.)

Different things motivate me for different projects, and as with all writing-related advice, YMMV, but here’s a few things that really help for getting myself to write:

1) Develop your story.

The current original story I’m working on, for example, I have not really had to struggle to get myself to write at all because 1) I’m stupid excited about it and 2) I have developed the hell out of it.

I’ve talked before about outlining my stuff here, so I won’t go too much into it again; suffice it to say that I have done about the same amount of development on my current original story that I had on ADA by the time I started writing. I started around the very end of September developing my characters and spent a good chunk of October working on setting, worldbuilding, plot, and finally my notecards.

Shockingly, having some idea of what’s happening and where I’m going is making this story easier to write.

Right? Like WHO’D HAVE THOUGHT.

Because of that, I’ve been excited about writing my story, so getting myself to write on it has been (comparatively) a cakewalk.

That’s not to say any of the writing is good (oh God no) or that there aren’t parts that need fixing, or that I haven’t been stuck. But it’s been stuck like “how do I describe seeing a tree-covered mountain in the middle of fall from the POV of someone who has never seen something like this” rather than “I have no fucking clue what happens next uh…”

The stories I struggle the most with writing are the ones that I’ve worked the least on developing. The stories that have been the easiest to write have been the ones I’ve spent at least a month doing prep work on before I ever start drafting.

2) Love your story.

Being in love with a story makes it a lot easier to write, at least for me. Because here’s the thing, ideas are easy.

If you’re a creative person, you’re going to end up with a file of story ideas—maybe prompts you liked, dialogue that stuck with you, one of those “humans are space orcs” tumblr posts that’s just really clicking in your brain—that will be longer than you could conceivably write if you had a hundred lifetimes. That’s okay! That’s great. But it means a lot of them are never going to get past the idea stage.

For me, the stories that get finished—the ones that not only get started but actually make it through the first draft and then three rounds of editing and revisions—are the ideas that I’ve been percolating on for months, if not longer. They’ve been cooking in the back of my brain while I’ve been doing other things, sorting themselves out, and most importantly: they will not let me go.

Coming up with ideas is easy. Finding an idea that will last and sustain a story and my interest for at least a year, if not longer? That’s harder.

Y’all know how much I’ve been talking about Tiger & Bunny over the past year? We’re talking that level of obsession with a story that I want to write, whether it’s fic or original. Sometimes it takes months or years for all the puzzle pieces to come together. Sometimes the whole thing will congeal within a few weeks, or there will be one crucial piece of story that will just make EVERYTHING come together, I will literally shout “OH MY FUCKING GOD” and that’s it, I’m off to the races. (In this particular case, it wasn’t anything I’d done in the first two weeks of poking at steampunk-y ideas; it was the realization that I could put a circus on an airship. The whole story just went WHOOSH after that.)

BUT. But. Sometimes you don’t have that. These stories are great and I love them and they remind me why I love writing so much (and if you’re writing something that’s gonna be 90k+, like I have a tendency to do, you need to be in love with it, IMO), but sometimes you’re in situations where you just have to get it done. In those cases:

3) Resort to bribery.

I’ve been poking at the third part of Alpha & Emissary, oh, basically since I posted the second part. My problem is that my fandom focus has been, shall we say, split for the past year. *coughs delicately, shoves Tiger & Bunny fics under the bed*

But here’s the thing: I hate having a published WIP on AO3 (it’s why I don’t publish long!fics until they’re completely drafted and mostly edited). I hate—HATE—having an unfinished series on AO3.

So that’s the rub: I have an unfinished series that I want to finish because I hate that it’s not finished. I also have a new fandom that is wresting my attention and inspiration away from said series. What’s a girl to do?

A girl tells herself she can’t write any more Tiger & Bunny fic until she finishes this one WIP, that’s what she does.

And it’s motivated me to sit my ass down and work on that WIP, because goddammit, I have a “but there was only one bed” TaiBani fic that I would really like to have up by New Year’s.

Your bribery will be different. Maybe you get to watch 1 episode of your favorite show per every 1k you write, or you get to try a new knitting project when you finish this short story. Maybe you binge-watch an entire season of your favorite anime if you exceed your NaNo goal. Or you write 50 words and get a cookie. The point is, find what works for you to get it done.

4) Figure out a minimum daily goal and stick with it.

For me, this was 500 words a day. 500 words. That’s it. That’s one 30-minute word sprint for me. That’s something I can do without stressing myself out.

Because of this point and point 3, I wrote more than 7000 words on a story I’d been stuck on for the better part of a year before I had to stop to work on NaNo stuff. Another 7k, and I’ll probably have it finished.

Your minimum word count will almost certainly be different. Maybe it’s 300 words a day, maybe it’s 1000. Hell, maybe it’s 100 words. Again, find what works for you, what you can write regularly without stressing yourself out.

Another important thing: If I didn’t hit 500 words, I didn’t beat myself up about it. Maybe I wrote 350. Or 220. Or just 93. The point is, did I write? Yes? Then I did good. I got myself a sentence or a paragraph closer to finishing. And it all adds up.

(And hey, you don’t have to write every day. I do, or I try to, because that’s what works for me. If it stresses you out to do so, then find another way to make it work.)

5) Deadlines, deadlines, deadlines.

This one’s hard because I can rarely keep a deadline that’s not set by an external source. If you tell me on December 20 that you need a story by December 22? Then on December 22, you’ll have a story, edited and ready to post. But when it comes to something I set for myself, the chances of a deadline working are 50/50.

That being said, it is something that helps me keep on track and even if I don’t finish something by a self-imposed deadline, it does get me writing.

6) Sprint with friends!

NaNo is really great for this because all your writer friends are coming out of the woodwork going I need to hit 5k by the end of today, will you sprint with me? Sometimes it just helps to have that kind of accountability. You all get together (I’ve used Discord, Google Hangouts, IRC, and Twitter DMs for this), set a timer, and write for 15 minutes or 20 minutes or 30 minutes. Then, when the time’s up, you post your word count, everybody congratulates everybody else, and then you take a break before doing the next one.

Sprints are the reason I’ve been able to make some pretty significant headway on my word counts, and few things get me writing like knowing I’m going to have to tell everybody in my group what my word count is in 30 minutes or less. >.>

Like I said earlier, YMMV on all of these. What works for me may work for you, or it might not. But if you aren’t sure, it’s worth giving it a shot.

Happy writing!

[wowheadquarters]

I have a little idea for the 1k followers. As I followed this blog recently, I was wondering about his history. If you feel like it, could do a summary? Like, why did you start it? Your first joy/disappointment. Any thing that we haven't see that you might want to share. Absolutely anything about the blog and you. (If you're comfortable with it of course)

This is a very good idea, lovable anon, I’ll try.

History:

It was 17th November 2015, somewhen in Tuesday afternoon. I don’t remember what exactly sparked the idea of starting this blog, but I can say for certain that it was heavily inspired by the @bleachlists (which is, if you ask me, better humor than canon Bleach). And thus the first list was born.

(I never expected this blog to get famous. Or followers besides bots for that matter. I hoped, maybe, for a little circle of, like, 5 actual readers. I certainly didn’t think I would keep this blog for longer than 4 months. That’s how it is with me usually, I have bursts of inspiration but lack long-term dedication. The fact that this blog is still going is a miracle.)

At first the lists were written in the “chat” style. I had to make up my own prompts, because the two followers or so only hearted the posts but didn’t interact with me at all otherwise. That’s why the activity was very irregular at the time, I was writing when I was inspired and thus a month could pass without a word from me and then boom, three posts in a week. Additionally, I wasn’t writing only lists, but also short stuff, kind of like “Slice of life from Azeroth.” Of these the most famous is Chromie and Dragons and in my opinion the best one and not enough appreciated one is Kel’thuzad’s Heard Of Sylvanas’ Plans.

The first breakthrough came in January 2016 when an anon, who made me happy so much that I called them “lovable” in the list and kept on doing so for all following anons, requested the very first requested list, the Care of Babies list. For a long time this has been the list with the most notes. Now there are too many lists to keep count and Tumblr doesn’t do “the best of your posts,” but still it is one of the most popular posts I have and along with the Chromie and Dragons it still pops up in my notifications. Around April 2016 I had stable enough queue of requested lists to stop making up my own prompts, thus I could completely rely on prompts from followers, most of them from anons.

Another important milestone was August of the same year: First of all, I came up with a posting schedule (Fridays and Mondays, but two months later I understood that was too fast - It ate the prompts faster than they were prompted, and I wasn’t managing it). Then Taedal was added to the lists, at first he was meant as a joke, as I keep reminding him and everyone else, and somehow it happened he stayed here. Additionally, Varian and Vol’jin’s deaths were acknowledged, putting Anduin on the list. Soon after, Garrosh joined in from beyond the veil to annoy Vol’jin in his afterlife.

About this time the blog began to create it’s own lore (and not only the L.O.R.E.), and I even had the (short-spanned) will to mystify people that Taedal is going to get his own expansion. I even had a sideblog dedicated to Taedal (in fact, it was Taedal’s own blog, intentioned as a RP blog but somehow it never…got much traffic) and even a wiki. The wiki still exists! I like to think of this as the Golden Age of HeadQuarters verse, when I even got fanfics on AO3 and a dozen of drawings for this blog even. This blog lives in an alternate universe where there is a new isle west of Pandaria and Garrosh adopted 37 dead children in the afterlife and learned to be a better person (not necessarily the same as good person, but let’s not lose hope).

I don’t remember exactly on what occasion in the 2017 the Interviews were added, but they were the first not-list which were requestable (that is, they weren’t the short filler stuff I used to make before). I think it was to celebrate the first 100 followers but I might be wrong. The first Interview was held with Taedal, by my decision, and ever since then the Interviews went by request every twenty days, moved to every other Wednesday, later as of not-so-recently, every other Tuesday. In the history of the Interviews, there happened to be only one which wasn’t published, because nobody asked any questions. (It was Interview with Kel’thuzad, pt. 3, and I jokingly said that “ when we met, the Archlich thought I used the Interview as an excuse to go out for a date with him and things went awkward” which resulted in this Top N list).

From there things went rather fast. To here actually. As a celebration for 600 followers (or was it 500? Memory fails me) I began writing Top N, sort of as of a filler in between the Interviews, so actually now this blog has moved back to the biweekly posting scheme very close to the one from 2016. Earlier this year (2018), there was a list about attack on not-Theramore, where I made up a character especially for my timeline speculations - because timeline shenanigans, it is a bronze dragon, and because it is representing me, the character is called Authormi. That is a very poor play on the word “author” (because I am the author of this blog) and the “-ormu/ormi” suffix characteristic for the Bronze dragonflight. Coincidentally, it was also the first time I have referred to myself with any sort of name here on this blog (besides the FAQ where is a link to my main blog) and I am using it since.

An important part of the blog is post maintenance when I try to at least twice a month (but if I’m very responsible, then every Friday evening) go thorough the blog, update the Interview, Top N, and L.O.R.E. pages, delete old request asks and so on. However, over the years a good number of not-request asks had piled up in here. They were…not filtered here and the blog seemed messy with them. Which is why Authormi vs. Inbox tag was created and from time to time when too many not-request asks pile here, I dump them into these post as a sort of archive. I admit that it is not, uh… ideal in case you are looking for something specific, but it keeps the blog clean. Well, cleaner.

The most recent new development of the blog was the addition of the Allied Races leaders - Alleria Windrunner for the Void Elves/Ral’dorei, High Exarch Turalyon for the Lightforged, Jaina Proudmoore for Kul Tiras, First Arcanist Thalyssra for the Nightborne Elves/Shal’dorei, Mayla Highmountain for the Highmountain Tauren Tribes, Overlord Geya’rah for the Mag’har Orcs, and Princess Talanji for the Zandalari. The choice of the leaders is taken from the information on the Allied Races from Wowpedia.

Speaking of Wowpedia, it is my primal source, besides personal experience, when it comes to writing the lists. I used to rely on WoWWiki, but, uh… that one turned a bit messy a couple of years ago and I never get around to check on it now. When I don’t know something, I look it up on Wowpedia. If it’s not on Wowpedia, I consider it a Free Real Estate lore wildcard, which means I can bullshit it out as long as it is lore/character consistent. I pride myself on giving the characters (leaders) some actual character, because, now correct me if I am wrong, Blizzard writers confuse character personality for that wind flapping pole. I am not saying that I am writing “good” or “pure” characters. They have faults, they are prejudiced, foolhardy, depressed (in not romantic ways), mean, holding grudges. Some, like Garrosh, Genn or Gallywix, are more straightforward in their flaws than others, but I am pouring a cup of sour traits to everyone here. (What I am saying here is: Be critical when you read your favorite leader’s opinion. They might not be right and/or honest.)

Overview, as of today, Monday 19th November 2018:

Published 174 lists, 24 more in the queue + bunch of requests hanging in the asks among the posts. (Somebody needs to do their maintenance)

Published 25 Interviews, 9 more in the queue + some in the asks too, I think I saw one request or two.

Published 21 Top N lists (most favoured number for N is 10), 0 in the queue.

1009 followers, woooo! I love you all. Except the 1009th one who is a porn bot, you can go fuck yourself. ‘Xcuse me. 1008 followers now!

The blog is 3 years and 2 days old. Happy birthday!

Authormi’s pick of lists to read (besides the one linked):

What they say far too often: Vintage one, so you see what the old style was like.

What do the think of the heroes: Meta one!

Their pick for a movie night: There were no guesses on what movie is a Ayeroth-verse of what Earth-verse. I am proud of some of those titles.

No Orc Invasion: The first timeline speculation, which I really lvoed. If somebody was to write that AU, I’d read it actually.

If they could erase one person from existence: Another timeline speculation. I like making those!

Draw the squad: Maybe you could draw the squad?

Watching Les Misérables: This one was an especially important journey for me, because this list is why I saw the musical in the first place. Later I read the book too (I love the book), got into some Les Mis RP, made some very good friends out of that… Yeah, I owe this one lovable anon who requested it a lot. (More or less, now I am also a professional Valjean RPer, except I don’t get paid for it. Whenever somebody who knows me joins a new RP server and they haven’t got Valjean, they usually ask me. Like… what? How? Why? Why do you all think I am a good Valjean? Why- Never mind, this is a Warcraft blog. Moving on.)

Spell of the Violent Tongue: The first time it has been brought to my attention that I think about the characters in a way a lot fo other people doesn’t, because this list surprised a lot of readers, and by surprised I mean hit into feels so hard they complained to me. I talked about it with my mum later (family support is an important thing for me and mum is fan of Warcraft), and I’ve been told that “I treat the characters maybe a bit too realistically.” PSA for everybody: Warcraft is a story about broken people and violent racism.

Their God Tier: For the people who are fan of Homestuck too. (Homestuck itself is good. The fandom is weird)

Garrosh’s 37 ghost children: By which they became more or less canon on this blog, a regular stuff which is to be counted with.

How do they insult people: The most recent popular post.

Interview with Azshara: My personally favorite thing I have ever written for this blog, as in, I don’t think I am going to peak it.

Interview with Luxien: Because I want to press Taedal’s story and “expansion” to everybody, read the interview with his older evil sister.

Top 10 favorite characters: I suppose you are a bit curious who my faves are, so here you go.

Top 10 changes to the story I would do: By heart I am a storywriter. I give such things a lot of thoughts. But as I’ve mentioned earlier, lack of dedication is… making things hard.

Other cool stuff to check out (maybe?):

Taedal’s expansion wiki, of course. I have a lot of thoughts about that world and story and… I would love to went about it a bit, too.

This very cool fanfic on AO3.

The official portrait of Taedal.

The official portrait of Authormi.

The description of this blog, as taken from my personal blog:

wowheadquarters (WoW HeadQuarters, World of Warcraft Headquarters, WoWHQ) is by far my most popular blog, despite being younger than SNTS. I add new content twice a week, on Tuesday and Friday. I never thought I’d make more than 10 posts in total, but there we go. I admit that the original idea comes from bleachlists, but it has sort of evolved since then. I am trying to keep the blog not contradicting the canon, but some things in the HeadQuartersverse might not always agree with the official lore

Final words from Authormi:

Oh my fucking god, this is really unbelieveable that this thing is still going on. I never expected this blog to live beyond a month. I never thought I’d get more than 20 followers. I have 1000 now? That’s… is that Tumblr-famous? I’ve never had this many followers. Do you all read this? All the stuff? Am I shaping your view on the Warcraft universe? This is too much power for one person to have.

You want to know what’s actually my happiest memory connected to this blog? It was actually some time back (because my memory is a mess, I can’t tell you how far back), I had a really, really stuffed couple of weeks. A lot of to do, but also mentally exhausted, I was in a bad place for a bit there. Usually I am able to kick myself in the ass, sit down and make up the list on the go, even if it is bound to be miserable wreck of text, I write it. Sometimes when I am super done and tired, I write it on Saturday evening and pretend it’s Friday and so far everyone’s been so kind and there’s been no comment to that. But in those two or three weeks I just… couldn’t. Even clinging to this self-made structure was too exhausting. I wasn’t on Tumblr for basically the whole time (my main blog was fuelled by the queue). Sometimes when I am in a good place, I write lists in advance and schedule them, but at that time no such a thing took place, so this blog went silent without announcement and I couldn’t care less. When I finally found it in me to come online, my inbox greeted me with various people who were asking me if I was okay and whether or not I am still alive written in a very worried manner. And you know… reading that helped me a lot at the moment. It was a reminder that somebody here cares for me and cares for what I do and… Yeah, it was a damn motivation to get myself together a bit and write stuff and do some stuff. Since then I’m trying to announce in advance if I think I am not going to make it, and even then I am still trying to write the list as soon as possible when I am fit to.

A story for your amusement on this “write it when possible” note. This summer I was with my 4 younger siblings (my oldest sister, still younger than I, turned 18 last Thursday, the youngest sibling who also happens to be a sister is 4, but I don’t live with all the siblings, blah blah divorced parents blah blah, not related) and dad and grandfather in the beautiful village (or town?) of Au in Austria. I took my old laptop with me (I’ve got a new one recently) which had battery that could live on it’s own for, like 10 minutes. The house we were living in had no wi-fi, but there was a village-wide public wi-fi… which din’t reach the house. The nearest was at the bus stop, but that one was shaky, and the good reliable hotspot was at the park, 10 minutes of walk away from the house. Now, it was nearly Friday and I needed to post the list. So I wrote it int he laptop’s notepad, then turned off its life support, took it and dashed across all of Au to the wi-fi hotspot, formatted the document into a list, and hit post. About 2 minutes later, the laptop died.

I am thinking about making another blog directly meant for the asks, request or not, and those would stay there. What do you all think? Maybe I would lose things there, I am quite capable of it.

I’d love to talk about Taedal and his demons and his entire story a bit more. But I haven’t got, like, a reason to do so. I am sort of insecure in this matter, I sort of have the feeling that nobody really cares for Taedal here. “What are you thinking, a ‘good demon’ OC?” (Ask me about Taedal and his faction and the Broken and Distant Worlds expansion. I have an expansion and half planned in my head.)

There is some kind of an expectation or anticipation in me to have someone from Blizz discovering this blog and some big consequences happening. I am not sure whether I want it to happen or not. I mean, I am a bit… too-critical of their work in attempt to please the crowd here. (It’s easy to search for flaws when you take the good stuff as the norm. You are actually doing a good job, Blizzard, in the terms of game developing and marketing. But there is that one post going around which says that Warcraft lore/story is written by 9 people who cannot talk to each other. In this spirit, I am sure that there are 4 people writing charcter psychological profiles who don’t know of each other’s existence. Your animation is a snack, though.)

Wow. I suck at summaries. This is as brief as it gets.

[worldsentwined]

Writing Meme

@vefanyar​ tagged me in this thing, so here goes! I’m going to put it under a cut because some of the answers got long. XD

1) How many works in progress do you currently have? Uh....looking at my fanfic folder I *think* about 19? So if you add in my poor neglected novel and the sequel to my poor neglected novel and my poor neglected short story, that’d be...22.

Of course, I’m only actively working on two of them now, but the others are there, watching me reproachfully every time I start something new instead of finishing one of them.

2) Do you/would you write fanfiction? *points to above ask and also 93 fanfics posted to AO3 in the past 2 years* Yeah, I’d say so. ^_^;

3) Do you prefer paper books or ebooks? I like them both for different reasons! Ebooks are nice for travel (and even for going back-and-forth to work - my kindle is much lighter than a hardcover). Paper books are nice for re-reading or checking for a quote (because trying to find specific parts of a book on my non-touchscreen, keyboard-less kindle is a pain in the ass). Plus my library system usually has a longer waiting list for the ebook version. And I do like to get physical versions of books I like enough to get signed.

4) When did you start writing? I’ve been spinning stories in my head for as long as I can remember, but my early attempts to write them down tended to fizzle out rather quickly. I heard about NaNoWriMo in college, but it always seemed like too much work to add on when I already had so much to do. So it wasn’t until I was a year out of college and facing unemployment that I really started to think seriously about writing a novel, and because I was only working part time when November rolled around, I finally tried my hand at NaNo. (I won, and ended up with a terrible and complicated unfinished novel, but everyone has to start somewhere). 

5) Do you have someone you trust that you share your work with? I was part of a writer’s group for a few years, with some ladies who I mostly didn’t know when I started out but who became friends after a while. Due to various people moving and the remaining members being bad at planning, we don’t meet anymore, but I would still feel comfortable asking them to beta-read for me if I had some original fiction to share.

For fanfic, my usual go-to beta readers are @vefanyar​ and @minutia-r​, though I have sometimes poked other people too. (And then of course once the fics are finished, they get shared with everyone who cares to look at them.)

6) Where is your favourite place to write? Weirdly enough, my most productive place to write tends to be the circ desk computer at work - for some reason ideas flow really well when I’m standing there? But since I get interrupted there pretty often, I also tend to write at the dining room table or in bed. (I’ve been avoiding the dining room recently because the television is distracting, but I also have an unfortunate tendency to fall asleep over my computer if I write in bed. Probably I should make an effort to clear my desk off).

7) Favorite childhood book? There are so many - I went through all kinds of phases where I just loved one particular book, and I read voraciously. Standouts include the Narnia series, the Redwall books, and The Ghost of Opalina by Peggy Bacon. I honestly have a harder time remembering childhood books - it’s much easier to bring to mind books I read as a young teen, in terms of long-term impact. Many of my lifelong favorite authors (Diana Wynne Jones, Robin McKinley, Terry Pratchett, Patricia C. Wrede) didn’t find their way to me until middle school.

8) Writing for fun or publication? For the last few years I’ve pretty much been writing for fun - unless you count posting fanfics as “publication”, heh. I do still dream of being published though, I just have to get back on that horse. (Or sailing ship, as the case may be).

9) Pen and paper or computer? Usually computer, though sometimes if I get stuck it helps to scribble things down on paper first. I also have occasional bouts of late-night angsty poetry, and those go on paper too.

10) Have you ever taken any writing classes? In high school I was chosen for a special summer course in writing - I think it was because we’d had to write “journals” for the first few minutes of English class every day, and rather than writing about things in my life I wrote a serial story about two of my OCs. (Ciorra the Red-haired Magic Wolf Shapeshifter and Celander the Super Powerful And Handsome Mage. Hoooo boy.) It was a cool experience to have a writing-focused class with people from other schools, but it was focused on poetry which was not as exciting for me then.

I had one creative writing class in college too, also mostly focused on poetry, which I enjoyed except for the occasional snobbery of the English/Lit majors. 

11) What inspires you to write? In fanfiction, what usually happens is I get an idea like “wouldn’t it be funny if...?” or “Well if this happened, then...” and suddenly I’ve written 500 words. Often this is the result of conversations with other people (I’m looking at you, SynS chat) or having drawn something. Fun fact, my whole SSSS Hipster Band AU happened because I doodled Reynir and Tuuri in skinny jeans.

For original fiction, it seems like characters show up in my head and won’t leave me alone until I’ve developed a whole storyline and a world for them. 

Tagging (if you feel like it): *squints* Okay, I feel like Elleth tagged most of my usual suspects, so how about... @gaemmel and @zolotayafeya (whose new username I almost forgot, oops!)

[nekoannie-chan]

Fix it

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 1254 words. 

Summary:  Steve doesn’t wanna lose you, he would do anything to save you.

Warnings: Death of a character, sad. 

A/N: This is my entry to the @candy-and-writing​’s 1000 Followers Writing Challenge with the prompt #17:

“Why the fuck did you do that?”

Also my entry to @justagirlinafandomworld​’s Time Travel Challenge with the prompt #20:

“So…I died. I’m dead”.

And my entry to @cap-n-stuff​’s Vic’s 500 Followers Writing Celebration with the dialogue prompt #14:

“It wasn’t supposed to end this way”.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don’t steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other’s people. The only exception is the ones I gifted ‘cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and is not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Marvel’s characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

My other media where I publish: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

If you like it please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog. 

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 You knew the opportunity was unique, any mistake and Doom would win, you ran as fast as you could, it was the only option, and there was no one closer. You thought you heard screaming behind you, you ignored it, you weren't even sure if they followed you, there was no time to waste, you felt you were short of air, but at last you had reached your goal, you took out the tools and started disabling the equipment... a few minutes later you knew what to do. 

You turned to see Steve, it would be the last time, your sacrifice would save the world, and for a few seconds you closed your eyes to avoid the tears from coming out, you gave one last look at your boyfriend. 

"I love you... goodbye Steve, "you whispered as you took off the bracelet you used to contain your powers.

A blinding light illuminated the place, Steve was stunned, he could not believe it, he knew perfectly well what that light meant; the plan did not contemplate any sacrifice, he could not conceive that there was any way in which it failed. 

Immediately Steve ran to where the light had originated, began to remove the debris desperately looking for you. It took the rest of them several minutes to understand what had happened. 

As soon as Steve found your body, he hugged it, he was trying to make you react in some way, but it wasn't possible anymore. The rest began to approach, Lorna stopped when she was already very close. 

"No, no... Y/N... Doll... please open your eyes," he asked between sobs. 

“Is Y/N...?” 

"Lorna, don't you dare say it, that's not possible," Wanda interrupted her by sizing to the side of her. 

Gert turned to see Nico, she shook her head, she knew it wasn't something the Staff of One could do, she tried when Gert died in the fight against Morgan and it didn't work.

"Do something! Steve cried desperately at Nico without letting go of your body. 

"I-I'm sorry... I can't revive someone," Nico apologised. 

Steve lost track time that happened since you die, a very fixed idea had appeared in his head, and he had heard what the Runaways had done several years earlier, even remembering the déjà vu feeling. 

Bucky walked into the room that you and Steve used to share, during all those days he was trying to cheer up and support her friend, but nothing seemed to work. 

"S-Steve, it's about time," Bucky announced, taking his friend off his shoulder. 

Steve didn't answer, he let Bucky direct him to the place where your funeral ceremony would be. After that he locked himself back in the room, he waited for him to go out again, walked to Chase's lab, would come out of doubt once and for all. He rang the bell outside the place. Chase immediately opened. 

"Cap, do you need something?” 

"I wanna talk," Steve replied.

"Sure, come in, I was making some repairs to the Fistigons, I like that they're always ready... you know, in case I need them,” Chase walked over the door to let it go. “What do you want to talk about?” 

"I know you travelled back in time to save Gert, I need you to help me, and I have to prevent Y/N... sacrifices. 

Chase swallowed, he had no idea how Steve had found it out, and as far as he knew they wouldn't tell anyone how they brought Gert back. 

"I don't know what you're talking about.” 

"You know, now that I think about it, maybe I dreamed it," Steve left the lab, realizing where Chase had his time machines stored. 

He spent the next few hours planning how to get one, he was going to do whatever it took to avoid your fateful end, but he wouldn't go to that moment, but a few days earlier, what he wanted was to prevent you from going on that mission.

"Has anyone seen Steve?” Sam asked. No one knew where he was, Chase immediately realized what was going on, when he went to his lab, and he noticed the machine that was missing. 

"Oh no...” 

 Steve went into the Compound’s kitchen, you were looking for the piece of cake you kept in the fridge to eat later. 

"Steve, did you eat my cake?" You asked him when you saw him come in, seeing that he wasn't responding, you knew he did it. “Why the fuck did you do that?”

"I-I'm sorry, I was hungry.” 

You closed the refrigerator door, saw the clock on the wall, you hadn't even heard the Quinjet arrive, you came up to Steve and looked at him carefully; he did not remember that a few days earlier they had a mission. 

"You're not Steve. Loki, I don't have time for jokes," you said. 

"Y/N, it's me, Steve, seriously...”Steve realized that for the first time he didn't have a plan and didn't know what to do. You were going to call the others who were at the Compound when he stopped you. ”Please listen to me, I can't lose you again.”

 "I beg you pardon?” 

 "I have something very important to tell you.” 

You went to your office where he explained everything, you listened to dumbfounded everything Steve told you. 

"Why should I believe you?" You asked. 

"Because I've done all this to avoid losing you, they lost Gert and figured to get her back, I just can't imagine a world without you.

“So…I died. I’m dead”

Before Steve could answer anything, Nico came into your office. 

“Y/N... Am I interrupting something? Have you returned from the mission yet?”

 "No, is...what happened?” 

"I detected some alterations in the Dark Dimension... if that continues Tandy and Ty will come to investigate, last time they argued with Stark," Nico explained. 

You and Steve looked at each other, there was no choice but to explain what happened. 

"Then the Captain stole one of the machines we used when Gert... how did you know?” 

"I heard one of your conversations one day, you guys should understand me, I lost the person I love, and I just want it back.” 

The most difficult part was to convince everyone that you would not go on the mission, Chase had finally explained what would happen to Steve, however, he should avoid having contact with his past self, when they arrived at the same time Steve had travelled, and those versions would be replaced, resulting in a new timeline. 

"Steve," you called him. He looked up. “Thanks for saving me.” 

"I love you.” 

"I love you too.” 

Four months had passed since that mission, a call alerted them, Thanos went for the Infinity stones you had, but it wasn't the only thing, his appearance wreaked great havoc on the Dark Dimension, while Tina, Nico, Tandy, and Tyrone tried to contain everything he wanted to get out of the Loa, the rest was fighting Thanos' army. 

Thanos had got all the stones, after snapping his fingers, disappeared. You felt something weird inside you, it was different than when the force inside you wanted to get out of control, the fear took hold of you, were you dying?  

"Steve?" You called him, you wanted me to tell you that everything was going to be okay, but when he turned around, there were only ashes. 

Steve approached, he was supposed to save you, not to lose you again, he dropped to his knees.

 “It wasn’t supposed to end this way” 

[nekoannie-chan]

No option

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Mutant enhanced!Reader & Brock Rumlow X Sinthea Schmidt

Word count: 1117 words.

Summary: For two years you and your best friend were planning you revenge, now the plan was for Steve to be on your side.

Warnings: Reader is HYDRA.

A/N: This is my entry to the @fangirlovestuff‘s Birthday Challenge with prompt #19:

“Partners in crime.”

Also my entry to the @hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall‘s 500 Follower Challenge with song lyric:

“I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints, the sinners are much more fun.”

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don’t steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other’s people. The only exception is the ones I gifted ‘cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and is not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Marvel’s characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

My other media where I publish: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

If you like it please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog.

Tags: @sinceimetyou @navybrat817 @angrythingstarlight @shield-agent78 @saiyanprincessswanie​ @charmed-asylum​ @pandaxnienke @real-fbi @smokeandnailz @adriannajackson​

You last checked the list, you already carried everything you needed, you walked the streets trying to keep your profile low, you had stayed hidden from a few months before, however as you went through a newspaper stand you stopped, and a headline had caught your eye, smiled. 

"We were trying hard when everything was easier," you thought as you bought the paper. You rushed to where you lived, you needed to tell your best friend the news, in the end, the last plan had been successful, now they would probably never look for them again. 

"Brock, I have great news!" You exclaimed when you walked into the house. 

"Unless you've found a mutant who can heal wounds or the Avengers are dead, it's not great news," Brock growled. 

"Almost," you responded by putting the paper in front of him. 

Brock opened his eyes surprised as he read the header, a crooked smile appeared on his face.

"I always thought you were the best, even before Strucker subjected you to experimentation.” 

"That only enhanced my powers, I suppose we should tell your girlfriend...” 

"Sin's too busy, rather we should think we'll do now that they're separated.” 

"Maybe it's time for my come back, Steve's probably very desperate and he'd do anything, in the end now he's one of the most wanted fugitives," you said. 

"That means they're not going to look for us anymore.” 

"No, that means you're legally dead and I'm still missing.” 

"The only thing I would worry about would be Maximoff...” 

"Maximoff is no match for me, I've been in her mind, its chaos, she thinks his twin is dead, well everyone believes that not counting that our plan worked perfectly," you interrupted him. “It would also be nice if we got the Soldier back...”

“First Rogers and then the Soldier will be easy.” 

"Then we have work to do.”

One week took you to find out Steve's new location, you already knew all the details of what happened in the Civil War, then you would figure how to get Barnes out of Wakanda without anyone else noticing or if things went well you would do it with Steve's help. 

"Y/N, are you sure about this?” Brock questioned. 

"Of course, they think they've already defeated HYDRA, but they've all done what we wanted.”

You were walking down the street, you knew that was the day Steve went to the market to buy some food and find out what was going on. Steve was watching the paper holding a person at the front table, they were still looking for him, they probably would do it all his life, he wasn't sure when he could stand running, contacting the others was complicated, if they weren't careful, they could leave some trace and find them. He wasn't sure if they'd go back to the Raft, although they'd most certainly take them to another prison more safely to prevent them from escaping again.

He turned and felt his heart beating fast, blinked several times, couldn't believe what he had just seen, you were missing for just over two years, he immediately got up, left the money to pay the food and hastened his step, all that time he thought you were dead, he didn't know if it was a hallucination or if you were there. 

“Y/N!” He called you.  

You stopped when you heard your name, you turned slowly until you face him. 

"Steve, it's been a long time.” 

"Where have you been? I thought that day...” 

"I had to run away, you may not understand, but my best friend and I have been hiding all this time," you replied. 

"That is not possible, Rumlow is dead and because of him, they created the Sokovia Accords.”

"Dead? No, I can assure you he is not.” 

Steve didn't understand what was going on, yet he agreed to go with you, when he got to the house and saw Brock practically pounced him, you managed to separate them.

"What's wrong with you, Steve?” 

"It's all his fault...” 

“What? But we've been here the last few months.” 

"How do you explain Lagos?” Steve exasperated. 

"What happened in Lagos?”

"Rumlow, don't ask stupid things...” 

"Steve, we don't know what you're talking about, Brock doesn't get out of here, and don’t you see his condition?” 

Steve showed you the videos of that incident, both you and Brock pretended to be surprised, of course, they knew what had happened, and that was the first part of his revenge plan. 

"Steve, that's not Brock, I'm pretty sure that was a trap, there are mutants who can change their shape, they can even look like people we know," you explained. 

"What you mean?” 

"Probably, maybe Ross just needed a pretext for the Accords," you replied. 

"We did belong to HYDRA, but we had a good reason," Brock said.

"I can't find any reason for that," Steve refuted. 

"Brock and I were neighbours since we were kids, we've known each other all our lives, my parents died, they'd send me to an orphanage, and I decided to escape, while Brock's father beat him, that's when we ran away.” 

"Two children alone in the world is not the safest thing, a HYDRA agent found us and that's when we found a new home," Brock continued. 

"But you were able to choose...”

"And that's what we did, after the battle at the Triskelion I escaped, but I found out Brock was in the hospital, the doctors said it was a miracle that he survived, then we hid, we knew everyone would look for us.” 

"I thought you were dead, I was looking for you too, you could have asked me for help," Steve complained.

“I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints, the sinners are much more fun.” 

"Rogers you're wrong, they weren't even going to listen to us, they'd immediately lock us up in the Raft.” 

"I can’t leave my best friend behind. Steve, you're wanted too, you're a runaway like us, you're nothing to them but a criminal," you said. 

"Accept it, we are now partners in crime," Brock said.

“Partners in crime”, it didn't sound so bad to Steve, you were right, now it didn't matter what he did in the past for his country, all they cared about now was that he hadn't signed the Accords. You put your hand on Steve's forehead and entered his mind, very easily you started manipulating everything that was there, and Captain America no longer existed and would never come back. 

“What is the next step?” Brock questioned. 

"Make the Roxxon Company explode, I hear you have... a very interesting experiment," you responded as you smiled.

[nekoannie-chan]

The best mission

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word count: 1096 words.

Summary: You were trapped in a security house…wait…what plot? Doesn’t matter.

Warnings: Smut…plot? What plot? This fic is +18

A/N: This is my entry to the @saiyanprincessswanie ‘s 500 Follower Writing Challenge with the quote #11:

“What are you doing? We could get caught!”

“Isn’t that part of the excitement?”

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don’t steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other’s people. The only exception is the ones I gifted ‘cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and is not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Marvel’s characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

My other media where I publish: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

If you like it please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog. 

The mission had been a success, however, the problems began when you were in a safe house because of the snow and it was night, any form of communication to the base failed, it was not feasible for them to leave in the vehicle either, the amount of snow was too much, walking was not an option either, the best thing was to wait until it was the day to see how you solved the problem.

"It's not that cold," said Steve.

You and Natasha looked down at him with an annoyed look.

"Sure, you're a super-soldier," Nat and you said in unison.

Steve sighed as he kept trying to light the wood in the fireplace, it was better to keep quiet, he didn't want you to take him out into the snow either. No one was wearing a jacket because it wasn't supposed to snow and the mission wouldn't take that long.

Natasha, Bruce, and Clint went to sleep in different rooms of the house.

"Doll, sleep, it was been a difficult day," Steve told you, kissing your forehead.

Steve was supposed to have stood guard in case the conditions get worse, you lay down on the bed, however, you couldn't fall asleep, Bruce's snoring was heard, you got up and carefully stepped out into the hallway, Nat was asleep as well as Clint, Bruce too, so you went down to where Steve was.

"Is something wrong?" He asked when he saw you.

"No, nothing, I just couldn't sleep," you replied, trying to sound innocent.

You hugged him from behind, while you were lying down you had an idea, you ran your tongue over his neck and his hands over his chest.

“What are you doing? We could get caught!”

“Isn’t that part of the excitement?”

"Stop, if we continue we will wake them up," Steve said a little upset.

"You just have to be quiet," you whispered with a smile.

You sat on his lap and lick on his lobe while you continued stroking his chest, he was going to say something again, but you interrupted him.

"If someone sees us and asks, I can say that I am looking for a transmitter hidden in your body," you said.

He laughed softly, he just couldn't refuse, he took your face with one of his big hands and kissed you, now you changed position on his thighs, he loved that you were up.

With a quick movement, you took off the top of the suit, captured your lips with his, and bit the bottom so he could introduce his tongue.

He easily unbuttoned your bra and took it off, still kissing you, then he took her head in his hands, slid them up to your breasts, first with cupped hands he stroked them and then pinched your nipples, kissed them over and over again; he closed his mouth around your nipple and sucked on it fiercely.

You arched your back and began to move even without removing the rest of the clothes. You managed to put your hand in his pants and began to caress his member.

He kept kissing you to suppress the moan, he began to despair, he needed more, and his clothes began to squeeze too much. Desperately he removed the bottom, you had wet sex, he began to caress your clitoris and then he inserted his fingers into your vagina.

He could no longer contain himself so he took out his cock, settled you back on top, and penetrated you. You felt like he did, it felt so good that you couldn't suppress the moan that caused his actions.

"Shh, don't make so much noise or you will discover us," he said

In response, you kissed him and he kept ramming you, again and again, holding your butt with his strong arms and sometimes your thighs, you wrapped his torso with your legs so that it was deeper and you moved your hips, each time it seemed more difficult not to emit any sound not even being too effusive so that the chair won't move or it will make some noise and wake up others, but you also didn't want others to listen to them because you knew you would bother them for a long time and worst of all, you would tell Tony and that it would mean you would be the taunt for the rest of the year.

A few minutes later the orgasm came, you dropped down on top of him trying to catch your breath.

"I have to admit it was the best sex of my life," you whispered still on top of him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"We have more sofas at the compound... just a suggestion," Steve muttered.

"We'll have to prove it when we get back ... I just hope Stark doesn't have cameras everywhere."

"First we checked and then we decided."

You laughed, then you saw the time on the clock on the wall.

"Maybe I should go try to sleep, before ...”

"Before someone wakes up and discovers us," Steve finished the sentence.

He helped you get dressed and you went to sleep, you breathed easy when no one came out of any of the rooms to ask questions, you probably hadn't even realized what had happened a few minutes earlier in the room.

Steve remained on guard, he saw through the window that the snow had stopped falling, perhaps the next day you would have no problem leaving.

The next morning after you woke up you noticed the bruises Steve had left on your thighs, you smiled, and they had been worth it.

"Good morning," you greeted when you saw the others in the kitchen.

Clint had prepared breakfast with some of the things that were in the house, you knew that you were not expired because periodically the Organization was in charge of supplying and ordering everything necessary for when one of its agents needed it on missions.

"You know, last night I thought I heard some... weird sounds," Natasha said suddenly.

You and Steve avoided seeing each other so as not to appear guilty in any way.

"Surely it was the snow, it looks like it was a big snowfall," Bruce replied.

"No, I'm not sure it was Banner's snoring," Clint said.

“Hey!”

You all laughed.

“Speaking of snow… we won't have any trouble leaving, will we?” You questioned trying to change the subject.

"No, none, I took it all out of the way before you woke up," Steve replied.

The two gave each other a knowing look. 

[nekoannie-chan]

Charm-ed

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Mutant! Reader

Word count: 3596 words. 

Summary: You managed to prevent Thanos from snapping, but not other events that led to victory.

Warnings: Angst, sad, actually very sad, death of a character, mentions of smut but nothing explicit, mentions of blood.

A/N: So I was watching Skins season 6 when this idea came to me, this fic is a little bit based on that season.

Flashbacks are in italics.

The note is in italics and underline.

Phone calls are in italics and bold.

The prompts are in black, italics, and underline.

In this fic the Snap never happened, this means that Thanos was defeated and Pietro is alive.

The UFO catcher is the claw machine where you can catch stuffed animals or other prizes.

This is my entry to the @joannie95 ‘s 500 Follower Writing Challenge with prompt #19:

“Please don’t forget me and all the things we did” 

Also is one of my entries to @im-a-writer-right ‘s Writing Challenge ~2K Follower Celebration~ with the angst prompt #37:

“I haven’t been the same since you left me”.

And my entry to @jtargaryen18 ‘s 30 days of Chris.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don’t steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other’s people. The only exception is the ones I gifted ‘cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and is not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Marvel’s characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

My other media where I publish: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

If you like it please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog. 

Steven Grant Rogers

 Steve heavily turned off the alarm clock, it had been late, he flipped to your bedside, and he sighed disappointed when he noticed that it was empty.

He dialed your cell phone in the hope that you'd answer him, but you didn't, the mailbox came in instead of hearing your voice, his stomach protested.  

He went down to breakfast like every morning, even though they had prevented Thanos from making the snap, and you had beaten him, nothing was the same again.

After finishing breakfast, Steve decided to go for a run in the park, it was the fifth lap he gave when his cell phone rang.

“Y/N!”  He answered immediately excitedly. 

"Steve, you keep calling me a lot," you answered.  

"I know, it's just that all I want is for you to come back," he confessed embarrassed.

"Maybe you should have come to visit me more often after those days," you complained.  

"You know I tried, but I wasn't allowed in.”  

"You didn't try hard enough, but now no one will stop you from visiting me.” 

“Y/N…”

 The call was cut off, Steve blinked, after the battle, the calls were strange, sometimes he didn't understand what you wanted to say.  

"Steve?" Sam called him while he approaching carefully. 

"Hey, Sam.” 

“Are you okay?" Sam questioned. 

"Yes, only... I was thinking about Y/N...”  

"Steve we've talked about this... she's gone," Sam said.  

"I know... I know," Steve replied sadly. 

Sam looked up at a tree on the other side of where they were, blinked several times, you were half-hidden behind the tree, waving you a hand.

 Wanda Marya y Pietro Django Maximoff

 Wanda and Pietro were training, Wanda moved obstacles with her powers while her twin dodged them.  

"You're doing great," you congratulated them. 

"Y/N...”  

They approached skeptically, they weren't sure what they were seeing, and they didn't even care if it was a hallucination.  

"But...”  

"Aren't you happy to see me?" you asked.  

You stirred their hair, they were dumbfounded, and they didn't know what to say or do.

"You should stop feeling like you did something wrong when you joined HYDRA. 

"How do you know?" Pietro questioned.  

"Pietro... I know everything.”  

The twins saw each other, they had never told him anything about what they thought about what they had done.  

"They told you a lie, but when you found out what was going on you decided to do the right thing, didn't you?" you went on. 

The twins nodded.  

“Y/N...”

Wanda couldn't take it anymore and fell up to you to hug you, Pietro imitated her.  

"I've missed you so much," Wanda confessed.

"Me too, but you know I can't stay.”  

You separated from them.  

"Please, stay with us,” Wanda begged. 

 "We need you," Pietro supported.  

You were already gone.

 Steven Grant Rogers

 Steve was taking a shower when he heard the bathroom door open, he didn't pay attention, and he still felt angry with himself.  

You went into the bathroom, took off your clothes, you walked in with him, you hugged him in the back, he turned around. 

"Y/N..."  

You put a finger on his lips. 

"Shh, I don't want to talk, you know what I want."  

Steve kissed you fiercely as he touched you while the water was falling.

 Natasha Alianovna Romanoff

 Natasha peeked out the window, blinking several times, you shouldn't be there, and she immediately ran out to where you were.  

You kept swinging without being undeterred by the presence of your friend.

“Hi, Nat” you greeting.

“How is…?”

“You should talk with Banner,” you said.  

"I beg your pardon?"  

"You still love him."  

"Y/N, but you..."

"Nat, I just want you to be happy, I can assure you that you've paid for everything you've done in the past, it's time to start over," you said.  

"Y/N... But... is just..."  

"Nothing Nat, I promise you everything will be fine."  

"Steve..."  

"I know.” 

Nat heard footsteps close and turned to see who was approaching.

“Are you okay?” Clint asked her.

Nat turned to where you were... but there was no one on the swing anymore, it just moved slightly as if someone had just come down.

“Yeah…is just…”

 Steven Grant Rogers

 You handed the documents over to Cameron, you joked a little bit and then he left, Steve saw everything, got discouraged, but he had to get the doubt out of his head.  

"Agent Y/L/N,” he called you.  

"Captain.” 

"Your boyfriend?" Steve asked referring to Klein.  

"Hmm? Oh... Cameron... no, no, no, we're just friends," you answered.

"Friends?" repeated Steve unconcern convinced.  

"If we've known each other since the Academy and we're friends.”  

Steve exhaled more calmly, maybe he should be encouraged to ask you out.  

"Do you have anything to do on Saturday?" he questioned.  

"No, I don't think so.” 

He impulsively kissed you.  

"You already have plans then... with me, " he sentenced before he left.  

You just stood there smiling like a fool.  

Natasha had told him he had to be bolder if he wanted you to go out with him, so that's what he did.

 Samuel “Sam” Thomas Wilson

 You knocked on the back door of Sam's house kitchen, he was preparing his breakfast, he went to see who he was, suddenly he felt the air was missing, it was not possible what he saw.  

"Y/N, but you..."  

"I'm here Sam."  

"Y/N, I need explanations because..."  

"There's no time for that, Wilson, I need you to do me a favor, I need your help," you interrupted him.  

"What is it about? If you're in danger...”  

"Take care of Steve for me, I know he doesn't want to accept what happened, but I don't want him to do anything stupid," you asked.  

"What do you mean Y/N?" he asked across his arms.  

"Just promise me, Steve needs the support of all of you."  

"Sure, just explain to me what happened..." 

He looked up, there was no one in front of him.

“Y/N?”

 Steven Grant Rogers

 "You took a long time to get back" complained when you saw him walk into the room you shared.  

Steve was startled, he was supposed to be alone, but there you were in front of him, lying and naked in the bed you used to share.  

"Are you going to stand there watching me all night?" you asked.  

He came slowly, put a hand on your face, wondered if you were real, and kissed you.

 Anthony “Tony” Edward Stark  

Tony was designing armor for Pepper, they had decided to postpone the wedding one year after what happened, it was so unforeseen, and no one was over it yet.  

"I'd ask FRIDAY to announce me, but I'm sure you'd think it's a joke," you said. 

Tony turned around, what was going on was implausible.  

“I forgive you for being a moron with all of us,” you said.  

"Thank you?"  

"I know you have thousands of questions, but I won't answer them even if you do them, so abstained yourself," you continued.  

"Everything's been gone wrong since you left..."  

"No Tony, everything went wrong since the Accords, forgive Bucky," you ordered.  

"But he..."

"He killed your parents under HYDRA’s orders, not because he wanted to do it, all that he did was because he was under their control, all that things still cause him nightmares and a lot of regrets, anyway, shouldn't you be mad at your father and Peggy? They were the ones who hired Zola in S.H.I.E.L.D.; Zola was the one who created the Winter Soldier," you explained.  

Tony saw you quietly for a few minutes processing your words. 

"If you want to have a quiet life you could do it, but first, you must forgive and apologize, Tony."  

"I should have done something else, we should all have..." 

"It was my decision."  

"Could you come back? You are the heart of the team..."  

You smiled and left the lab without saying a word.

 Steven Grant Rogers

 You saw your little dog approaching you while he wagged his tail.  

"What are you wearing on your dog collar?" you asked when you saw something weird.  

Your dog sat in front of you and when you checked it, you saw the engagement ring.  

Behind Steve, he was watching everything, realizing that you already had the ring in your hand, he peeked out.  

"And what is your answer?" questioned nervously.  

"Of course I accept to marry my little boy," you replied jokingly as you took the dog in your arms.  

Steve's face was a mixture of emotions, it couldn't be said if he was bewildered, wanting to laugh or something else. 

"Would you marry me, doll?" he asked.  

You approached him and you were going to kiss him when the dog got between the two of us, laughed. 

"Of course I want to marry you, Steve," you answered.

 James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes

 Bucky dared not leave the room, he feared he would meet Tony and that He would start a fight; however, his cell phone rang.  

 "Hello, Buck."  

"Y/N..." 

"Can I see you?"  

 You gave him the directions, a few minutes later he arrived at the agreed place.  

"It's not a trap, is it?" he questioned.  

"No Bucky, HYDRA is gone, I promise you.”

"Sorry, I..."  

"Stop blaming yourself for what you were forced to do, you've done the right thing to redeem yourself," you said.  

"I'm not sure..."  

"Believe me, I just need you to take care of Steve for me, okay, like before the war, I know it's hard..."  

"We can't without you..."  

"You must continue without me, there is no other way,” you sentenced.  

"Y/N" he called you.  

"Yes?"  

"Thank you for taking care of Steve, while... You know... I wasn't there," Bucky thanked.  

You smiled.

 Steven Grant Rogers

 Steve was training, it was the fifth punching bag he broke.  

"You should stop this habit of breaking punching bags, Stevie," you said.  

"Doll..."  

"I've always liked to see you train, it's so... Hmm, I have no words to describe it.”

He didn't say anything, he just took your hand. 

"Don't go, please,” he pleaded.  

"I love you, Stevie."

 Thor Odinson

 Thor had in his hands the little teddy bear you had taken from one of the UFO catcher machines, he looked up when he felt a presence in the place.  

"Lady Y/N.” 

“Hi, Beach-boy" you welcome.   

“What...?” 

“I think on this planet, somewhere you could create New Asgard with the survivors, do you like the idea?" you proposed. 

Before Thor could answer, you were already gone

 Steven Grant Rogers

 The nerves invaded Steve and increased every minute, what if a last-minute mission came up and ruined everything if everything was ruined, would you still want to marry him? 

His doubts vanished when he saw you walking down the aisle, fortunately, there was no inconvenience. 

"You're the most beautiful bride in the world,” he whispered to you as you danced the waltz

 Scott Edward Harris Lang y Hope van Dyne

 "Giant-man" 

"Y/N," Scott said surprised.  

"Who are you?" Hope asked. 

"Do you remember Cap?" Scott asked.  

Hope nodded.  

"Well, she's his girlfriend."  

"I’m his wife actually, you must be Hope, Scott told us about you," you corrected.

"Well, this doesn't make sense..."  

They knew what had happened.  

"Nothing has it, maybe you should talk to Steve, and I think there's room in The Avengers."  

Both of them were confused, when Scott was going to ask you what you meant, there was no one else was with them.

 Steven Grant Rogers

 Steve woke up when he heard a noise in the kitchen, he had fallen asleep in the lounge sofa, and he went to see what was going on.  

"Y/N?"  

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry, I can't find my chocolates," you apologized.  

Steve turned to see the clock on the kitchen wall. 

"It's two in the morning..."  

"It's never too late for one," you joked. 

He smiled, always his little jokes were funny, and he loved to see you smile and heard your laughter; he approached the cupboard and pulled the box out of the highest shelf.  

"Do you want to see a movie?" he proposed.

 Clinton “Clint” Francis Barton

 "I keep insisting that it's not safe to have arrows in a house with children," you said.

Clint dropped the bow to the floor, it supposed he was alone, Laura was taking care of their children.  

"Maybe you should go visit the guys, Steve will probably need paternity advice; Nat and the twins miss you so much," you continue.  

"Y/N...”  

"Several times I envied that you had such a beautiful family, sometimes things don't go as you expect," you said.  

Clint looked down at the bow without understanding, when he looked up to ask you something, there was no one.

 Steven Grant Rogers

 He was nervous, it was still supposed to be two weeks before your baby was born, but you'd woke up with contractions.   

"Steve, calm down now, you're not helping me at all," you asked with a grimace of pain. 

"But it was two weeks away...”  

"WELL, THE BABY WANTS TO GET OUT, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO!” 

"Don't yell doll, we're in a hospital... Auch...” 

You squeezed his hand very tightly when you felt another contraction.  

You had no idea how many hours or minutes had passed, but eventually, the little girl was born. 

"It's so small," Steve said as he carried her.  

"Steve give it to me, I have to feed her," you asked

 Robert Bruce Banner

 "You've never been afraid that one of your experiments will go wrong?" you asked.

“Y/N…”

Bruce watched you for a few seconds.  

"There must be some logical explanation," he said.  

"That doesn't matter, get out of this damn lab and talk to Nat, one of you has to take the first step," you ordered him.  

"She hates me," he said.  

"She doesn't hate you, I had to put up with her talking about you, I don't know how many years, most of the time she described how she wanted to kill you."

"But the other..."  

"She doesn't care, she loves you the way you are, then do it or I'll hit you so hard that it's going to scare the other guy," you threatened. 

"Okay, I just have to turn this off," he said.  

Bruce turned to the team he was working with and then flipped to where you were.

“Y/N?”

 Steven Grant Rogers

 Steve heard Sarah crying, in last weeks he had not felt able to be close to her daughter, Natasha had cared for her at the time, but right now she did not know where the spy was. 

He approached the girl's crib and loaded her to try to reassure her.  

"Shh, calm down little girl, I know you miss Mom, so do I."  

Suddenly the girl calmed down unexpectedly and stretched out her little hand. 

"Mommy" she babbled.  

Steve turned strange, there you were, you approached them and you took your daughter.  

"You put her plushies wrong, she likes to have her stuffed animal on the left, but you put Cap's stuffed one in that place that goes to the right" you explained.

 Maria Hill, Nicholas “Nick” Joseph Fury, and Phillip “Phil” J. Coulson

 "Haven't they decide what they're going to do yet?" Fury asked Maria.  

Maria left the phone on the table before answering. 

"No, no one has dared to talk about the situation," Hill confirmed.  

"Maybe if we tell them there's an option..." 

Whatever they want to try isn't going to work," you said.  

"Y/N?!" the three exclaimed surprised in unison. 

"Guide them, they feel completely lost, they don't want to continue with the proposal," you asked.

 Steven Grant Rogers

 Steve took all the pictures of you and the drawings of you he did, there were too many, he’d give anything for you to come back. 

"I wish you'd never left..."  

Someone knocked on the door, he was hoping it would be you, he needed you, he opened the door and his face showed complete disappointment.  

"Stark wants to talk to everyone, he needs us in the boardroom," Nat told him. 

"Okay," he said, trying to hide things.  

"Are you okay, Steve?"  

"Yes, in a moment I go, I only put in order a few things,” he answered.  

"You're a bad liar."   

"In a moment I will go,” he said again.

 Peter Benjamin Parker

 "Queens Spider-Boy" he greeted.  

"Miss Rogers.”  

"Y/N, just call me Y/N.”  

Peter carved his eyes, maybe he was hallucinating, and there was no way that was possible.  

"I would never think that Tony did it right when he involved you in something that was only to adults, but you should go visit him, he feels a little or maybe very lost," you said.  

"With who are you talking to Peter?" May asked. 

"With...”  

He turned to ask you with his eyes if I should reveal your presence, but you were gone.  

"... Nobody.”

 Steven Grant Rogers

 Thanos had finally arrived in Wakanda, Wanda was trying to destroy Vision's gem, just as Thanos came up to her feeling it.  

You assumed what he was going to do, with your powers you immobilized him. 

"Don't you dare,” you warned.  

He was too strong, but you weren't going to give up so easily, you managed to take away two of the stones -the time and reality stones- as soon as you had them in your possession, you opened a portal to go somewhere else and destroy them.

You concentrated as much as you could, it was difficult, but if Wanda had been able, you could too, all you needed was that Thanos didn't find you, you hadn't left Wakanda, but if in the next few minutes you couldn't destroy them, you'd open another portal to go somewhere else to buy more time.   

"Y/N, status,” Steve required.  

"I've got two, I'll try to destroy them," you reported.  

"Where are you?" he questioned.  

"Just deal with him," you asked.  

You had finally succeeded, those two stones had been destroyed, without all three, you were sure That Thanos could not fulfill his goal, you rose with difficulty, you were exhausted, to destroy them you had needed more powers and energy than you thought.

As soon as you turned around you felt a bump, Thanos had found you.  

"They no longer exist... I destroyed them," you mocked.  

"How you dare?"   

Suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your entrails, the metallic taste in your mouth appeared.  

"No!" Steve yelled.  

He pounded on the enemy to get you off your back, at that moment Thor appeared where you were.  

"Go with her," he told Steve.  

Steve came up to you, the blood kept flowing, he didn't know how to stop the blood, but he had to do something.  

"S-Steve..."  

"Shh, its okay, doll, don't try hard," he asked. 

"I think... take care of Sarah, okay, I love you..."  

Your eyes were heavy, slowly closed. 

 "No... Y/N... no, wake up doll, please..."

 James Rupert “Rhodey” Rhodes

 “Rhodes” you called him.

He stood still, did not know what to do, perhaps he had heard wrong, but no, your voice had been very clear, slowly turned. 

"I made a mistake in signing the Accords..."  

"It’s okay, you thought you were doing the right thing..."  

"I thought the government would know what to do, like acting the right way. But when Thanos..."  

"Okay, now just try to reunite everyone," you asked.

 Steven Grant Rogers

 His mobile phone rang, desperately Steve caught up with him to answer him as quickly as possible.

 “Doll, we need you.”

“Stevie, you know I can’t go back.”

“I haven’t been the same since you left me.”

“Sarah need you.”

"She needs you, she wants her mom back..."  

"You're a good father Stevie, you'll do well, I didn't mean for that to go wrong either, but you know I did it for her."  

"Please come back."

“Stevie.”

“Doll.”

“Please don’t forget me and all the things we did”

"Stevie, you know, this is a very beautiful place" you commented. 

"I want to be with you."  

"No, you must be with our daughter, you know, I met your mom, she's a lovely woman."  

"What?"

 He wasn't sure what he'd heard, those words only saw one of his greatest fears, now he had no choice but to accept what had happened in the battle.

 “I have to go.”

"No, don't go, please, " he pleaded.  

"Tell Sarah about me."  

"I love you too much, never forget it."

 You hung up, you knew time was up, you smiled, at least you'd been given a chance to say goodbye.  

Steve dropped to his knees crying, give anything for you to come back, though he would tell Sarah about you.

 Everyone

 On the board all the tension went away, they had already decided what to do, all the roughness had been filed, and from now on they would be a team.  

They decided to go visit Y/N's tomb, they put the flowers on it. 

 "She wanted us to continue," Nat said.  

"I found this," Steve commented, showing a note. 

"Me too," Wanda replied.  

They all got the same note, none had no idea who had written it or exactly what it meant.

 Thank you for what you did, I hope you liked the gift.

W.

 "Are you sure it was the best?" asked Ulana.  

"They deserved a gift for saving the universe and she had not been able to say goodbye to everyone she loves," Uatu replied.  

"You're right."  

Now they could get on with their lives.

[nekoannie-chan]

Emergency landing

Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Reader

Word count: 1265 words.

Summary: You and Brock have a slightly bumpy mission

Warnings: Angst

A/N: This is my entry to the @buckys-other-punk ‘s The Other Punk’s 500 Follower Writing Challenge!! with the prompt #3:

“You hurt?”

“No, I normally spurt blood from my rib cage. Thanks for asking”.

Also my entry to the @marvelcapsicle​ ‘s Writing Challenge with the prompt #25:

“Okay…this looks bad”.

And my entry to the @darkficsyouneveraskedfor​ ‘s What’s in the tittle? Writing game:

“Emergency landing”.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

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You finished breakfast even though you were nervous, it was the first time you and Brock went on a mission without any other members.  Several times you had dates, but you were not yet officially walked; although it was the mission that made you nervous, only you and he, no one else was going to be able to help them. The pressure was too much, a false move and everything could go wrong.

You got yourself a ponytail and went out to head to the Triskelion, you didn't want to be late and ruin the mission before it started.  

As soon as you arrived immediately you headed to the dressing rooms to take everything you were going to need on the mission as well as the clothes you would wear to go unnoticed, a few minutes later you set off for the track where the plane they would leave, Brock appeared soon by your side.

"Are you ready?” He asked.  

"Always," you answered.

“Already have everything you need?”  

"Sure, you know I always pay attention to every detail," you said.  

You boarded the plane, the road seemed calm, but you prefer not to trust or let your guard down, at any time someone could attack you or have some kind of untough situation.

"Y/N, you know, I've been thinking," Brock started saying after being silent for a while.  

"About what?” You asked by looking at him.  

"About us... I like you…”

"I like you Rumlow too, do you want us to be in a relationship?” You interrupted him.  

"I had a romantic speech prepared for this occasion, but yes, I like the idea," he replied.  

"I’m sorry?” You said confused.

"It's all right, just... the hell... what's going on?”  

Unexpectedly the plane began to fail, so you had to make an emergency landing, Brock tried to fix it without success, tried to ask for help, but told him that you had to engineer them to continue the mission, both sighed frustrated, there were not many options apparently, you had not been ordered to return or postpone the mission, so you had to continue.

"I guess we're going to have to walk or steal a vehicle," you said.  

"Walking sounds good, vehicles hardly pass.”  

After a few hours, you finally arrived at the place, although so that the road wasn't boring you were joking and planning future trips, you set in motion the rest of the plan, while you entertained the guards, Brock was in charge of getting the object, as soon as he got it, he informed you by the communicator.  

You both met outside the place, even though you had the feeling that it had been too easy that something else hadn't happened.

"Have you got it, right?“ You asked to make sure.

"Yes, although it's too simple, this is all too weird, I'm pretty sure they forgot to tell us a detail," Brock replied.  

"I think the same thing, no previous mission had been so easy," you supported.  

"Stop them!” Someone yelled behind you.  

Brock and you saw each other, maybe you should have rushed instead of talking, and you started running, in theory, that shouldn't have happened... if the plane hadn't broken down.  

They were going after you, in a short time they would surely catch up with you, they turned in a corner when you saw a house that on the outside seemed abandoned, and you beckoned them in to come in, maybe they could throw off their pursuers.

You came in, closed the door and dropped near the entrance, it looked as if that house had been abandoning for years, waited a few seconds hoping they wouldn't have followed them, before peeking out the window.  

“Please tell me you're bringing with you the shit they asked of us, otherwise we're in serious trouble,” you said, trying to catch your breath.  

"Of course I have it with me, I just need a few minutes to be able to get on with this damn mission," Brock replied.  

After about five minutes, you peeked out trying not to draw attention to the windows; was when you saw that the street that was once empty, now seemed busier.  

"This isn't good," you said.

"I think we'll need to be extracted, but if we're still here, they'll find us," Brock said.  

"We can go upstairs and hide there, if we go out we'll be in trouble because they're probably all over this area," you proposed.

If you waited until nightfall, there was a high chance that they were no longer looking for you in that area believing you had gone further.  

"Let’s go," Brock agreed.

You went up the stairs carefully, you were attentive as you did not know exactly that you could be in that place, you looked up and saw an irregularity in the ceiling, your eyes lit up, there you could be safe.  

"Brock," you called him in a whisper.  

"What?” He asked, turning to you.

"I think there's an attic here, we can hide there," you replied by pointing out what you've seen.

"That's why I love going on missions with you, you're very smart.”  

You started looking for something that would help you open the entrance to the attic, you went up, after a while you took some cereal bars out of your bag, you were already hungry, you offered one to Brock and he accepted it, you were going to wait there until nightfall without peeking out or doing something that would give away your presence there.

When the sun went down, you carefully peeked out the small attic window, there was no one on the street.  

"I think we can go down now," you reported.

Brock began to come down when the ladder broke, he fell on top of one of the furniture in that hallway.  

"Brock!” You exclaimed when you heard the noise.  

You looked up and saw him lying down, he seemed sore.

“You hurt?”

“No, I normally spurt blood from my rib cage. Thanks for asking”.

You bit your lip, you hadn't contemplated that possibility, you carefully swayed and jumped down, you approached it when you saw that it was still lying, for a moment you thought I was joking.  

"Let me check you," you asked.

He took his arm off the side, he didn't lie, there were pieces of glass there, and they were probably from the vase that was on top of the furniture.

“Okay…this looks bad”.

"Thank you for reporting it, I hadn't even realized for the pain I feel right now," he replied ironically.

You ignored his comment, carefully removed the pieces you could, you broke your shirt a little to try to stop the bleeding.  

"I'm going to ask for us to be extracted, it's dangerous for us to go out like this.”  

"We can go, I'm fine.”  

"Brock, you're bleeding bad, if we leave you'll pass out or you won't even be able to walk through the pain.”

He sighed frustrated, he could not tell if the mission had been successful or not, the worst, he felt like a fool in front of you because of the senseless accident he had just had.

In the hospital he was healed by wounds, after a while they let you in to see him.  

"I think it'll be marked," he complained.

"Vain, but you'll look tougher," you said, laughing.  

"So Saturday's date still stands?”

"It depends on the directions the doctor gives you.

"No exercise of any kind for a month...”

"To the cinema and dinner will be our date," you said.  

[nekoannie-chan]

Broken-hearted

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader

Word count: 1099 words.

Summary: Because of the Snap you lost what you wanted most, how did you cope with that loss?

Warnings: Angst, sad.

A/N: This fic is a Reader’s POV, so is in first person.

This is my entry to the @sweater-daddiesdumbdork ‘s Amber’s Any-FUCKING- Fandom Fic Challenge with the dialogue prompt #1:

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it”

Also my entry to the @mariessecretfantasies ‘s 500 Follower Writing Challenge with the prompt #29:

“You’re were broken-hearted and the world was, too. And I was beginning to lose my grip. And I have always hold it loosely, but this time I admit, I felt it really start to slip” Juno-Florence + the Machine.

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Five years have passed, we pretend to be happy... well a part of us is so we've been building, but we still haven't been able to get quite a replenishment.  

While when we had to run away after the Civil War, we had a stable and happy life, although I could see how Steve missed being Captain America, he cared more than anyone found because he wanted me and our baby to be taken hostage, luckily no one suspected him as he was just two months old.

Steve and I had married a few weeks before the mission in Lagos, although perhaps misfortunes had begun since the HYDRA uprising, I'm not sure.  

I can't forget the day... The day our lives were ruined again, obviously, it wasn't Bruce's fault that he called us, we agreed that I'd stay in the house looking after our little daughter, so I had no idea what was going on.

When I heard the commotion outside I peeked out, while my daughter was sleeping when I turned to her, I no longer saw her in her crib, a girl of almost two years couldn't go very far, right?  

I started looking for her everywhere, when I moved the shelter of the crib I saw a cluster of ashes, what was going on?  

I called Steve, something wasn't right, I didn't understand anything, and did we have to run away again?

"I'll be home soon, first I have something to fix, everything will be fine, I promise.”

That's all Steve told me before I could ask anything else.  

The next few hours were eternal, I couldn't find my daughter anywhere, I turned on the TV, there was no sense the news they were given, how was it possible that people were disappearing?

If what the news was saying was true... So... my daughter was disappeared too?  

Thousands of questions appeared in my head, Steve promised me he would fix what was going on, I tried to call him several times, but he didn't answer, he didn't have the slightest idea of what to do.  

Steve came in the night, I started asking him a lot of things.

"What about Sarah?” He asked me.  

"I don't know... she disappeared... As... I do not know... Steve tell me what's going on..., “I asked sobbing.  

Steve was silent, I couldn't understand why he wouldn't tell me what had happened.

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Thanos... did what he... he wanted to eliminate half the universe...” 

“Eliminate half the universe?” I questioned.  

It seemed crazy what Steve was saying to me, nothing made sense, all I wanted was my baby back.  

"Yes, he got the stones of infinity and with a simple click he achieved it, he did not... I don't know how to fix it, forgive me, I couldn't...

I hugged him and we were crying for hours, the next month we tried with all our might to get everything back to normal, but we didn't succeed, nothing worked.  

Adapting was difficult, it took us a while, and however, three years later we had another baby.  

I was terrified, I didn't know how to tell her about the pregnancy, I didn't even know if she was ready.   

"Doll, you've been aloof last week, what's going on?” He asked me.

“You’re were broken-hearted and the world was, too. And I was beginning to lose my grip. And I have always hold it loosely, but this time I admit, I felt it start to slip.”

"I don't get it...” 

"We're going to have another baby," I confessed. 

Contrary to the reaction I expected, Steve smiled. 

"Okay, only this baby isn't going to impersonate our Sarah, we're going to have to buy new stuff.”  

Since Natasha found out she comes to visit us at least once a week, it's the only one we have contact with after they returned from that trip in space... everyone broke up, I thought it wouldn't be that different, it just looked like we'd never been a team or anything.

I guess it's because it was already having years since we were, maybe we never were and we didn't realize it, maybe we were just co-workers or just people who met each other.  

What we didn't count on Scott's arrival, how it would change our lives completely, though.  

"Are you sure you want to stay? Steve asked me. 

"Yes, someone has to take care of Becca, just... I hope...” 

"We'll fix everything, I promise.”

Those hours that passed seemed eternal, Becca was asleep while I was still immersed in my thoughts.  

As soon as Steve came back, I felt calmer. 

"What happened? “ I asked.  

"We have all the stones, now Tony will work on a gauntlet so we can get everything back to normal.”  

"Sounds good, but um...”  

“But?”  

"Becca... is it going to disappear?” My voice was trembling.  

In short, I didn't want to lose one daughter to get another one back.

"No, what we have experienced is not going to be erased, it will simply return to all the living beings that disappeared through the Snap....” 

“And those who died as a result of the Snap?” I questioned.  

Steve kept thinking for a few minutes, I wasn't sure if they had contemplated those cases.  

"Only those who went for the Snap, the others did not.  

I don't know what we should expect now, but if I knew something had happened to Steve.

"Stevie... do you have anything to tell me?”   

I was afraid of the answer, but it was better to know. He took air before he spoke.  

"On the time heist, something didn't go as planned on our 2012 visit, we had to go to 1970 and...”   

"And I saw Peggy," he confessed.  

I felt like I couldn't breathe, now I was afraid more than before to ask, Steve was going to abandon us?  

I didn't know what to ask, I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

“She found her right partner and I found mine.” 

"I don't understand...” 

"You are my right partner, the family we have formed, I love you so much Y/N.”  

"I love you too.” 

"We should start fixing another room, we'll soon have Sarah with us.”  

"Sure...”  

I was still trying to process what he told me.

"Doll, seriously you have nothing to worry about, it's you and me against the world, remember?”  

I nodded, it was what we said whenever there was a problem and some people thought we couldn't get over it. 

"We will be very happy, I promise.”

"Is something wrong?” Steve asked me as he gave me my drink.  

"Nothing, I just like to see our daughters playing together," I replied.  

Steve sat next to me and watched the scene. He was right, now we're very happy.