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[kayvsworld]

I LOVE THAT LITTLE MECHANIC MAN

[bonkybuchananbarnes]

There She Goes (3)

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Bucky Barnes x AFAB!Reader

You're a bright superhero popstar, and he's a quiet, brooding ex-assassin who seeks redemption. The two of you are like sun and moon. When Bucky suddenly moves in with the Avengers, you stop at nothing, trying to become closer with him. What could possibly go wrong?

Au!Post Civil War where all the Avengers are alive. This story is a slow-burn romcom!

Title and story inspired by the song There She Goes by The La's

Series tags: sunshine x grumpy trope, strangers to friends to lovers, 2000s romcom vibes, crackfic, reader is a bold outgoing flirt and Bucky is a self reserved shy?man, fluff & crack fic, some angst, bucky is trying to heal and you try to help him, maybe future smut?

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chapter summary: Tony forces you and Bucky to team up for the first time, and of course, it goes horrendously wrong.

chapter warnings: slight nudity, mentions of marijuana, sexual innuendos, creepy men, catcalling.

A/N: here we go! all aboard the sunshine and bucky train!

Word count: 4.6k

‘Are you guys having a staring contest?’ you asked as you sat across from Bucky and Sam in the briefing room.

Your best friend and soon-to-be part-of-your-himbo-collection friend were busy getting lost in each other’s eyes while you settled in to wait for the team meeting.

You glanced down to their legs which were touching knee to knee as they were squinting at each other, refusing to lose against one another. 

‘Am I interrupting something here? Maybe get a room instead of eye fucking each other in Steven’s Holy Briefing Room?’ you spoke out, just a tad louder than usual.

No response from either man. Sam’s eyes started to water and Bucky began to smirk at this sight.

‘What a bunch of immature losers.’ you thought as you brought yourself to the other side of the desk and situated yourself in front of them. Spreading your arms with a wide stretch, you got your palms together with a thunderous clap, accompanied by a small but very bright flash of light that emitted from your hands.

‘Fuck!’ ‘Shit!’ Both Avengers both swore at the same time in surprise. The super soldier reeled back and slammed his metal arm on the desk in response, while your Birdy boy quickly covered his eyes with his palms.

‘Sunshine! What was that for!? Are you trying to blind me? I was about to win a bet! Thanks to you I lost 20 bucks!’ Sam screeched. Once he finally recovered, he raised his head and squinted at your face. A large mischievous grin from you gave him a small shiver down the spine. 

‘How- What? What was that?’ Bucky groaned. He was going to get a massive headache from this stunt that you just pulled on him. The poor man slowly glanced up at you with a look that would kill you ten times over.

‘Well, the two of you were busy getting lost in each other’s eyes, so I had to resort to flashing you guys.’ you scoffed.

‘You can always flash us a different way Sunshine.’ Sam teased.

‘And take the risk of the paparazzi getting pictures of my glorious body? No way! Unless they’re willing to pay me the big bucks!’ 

‘Is anyone going to answer my questions?’ Bucky cut in. ‘(Y/n), what kind of power is that?’

‘Oh I’m so sorry my dear!’ you said with playful sarcasm. Jumping on the table and twisting your body to face closer to him, you continued your bantering. ‘How could I leave you hanging?’ 

The brunette-brooding man stared at you, clearly tired of your squabbling bullshit.

You mirrored his action right back at him.

Sam did alternate takes on you and Bucky, with a dangerously high smirk creeping up on his features.

After the small starting contest, you finally decided to answer. ‘I have photokinesis! You know, bending lights and stuff. In other words, I’m a ball of light! Which is why everyone here calls me Sunshine.’ you explained, drawing the last sentence like it left a bad taste in your mouth. 

His eyebrow raised slightly with this revelation. ‘So you’re a lightbulb.’

A genuine look of confusion spread on your features. ‘Pardon?’

You could hear Sam stifling a laugh to your side. You shot him a quick side-eye.

‘You know, like a fluorescent light? How about a lamp? Like that jumping light in one of those animation movies’ Bucky continued. A small teasing smile appeared. It was the first time you saw him smile.

Your heart fluttered. But you wouldn’t let it be known. 

‘Did you just call me the Pixar lamp?’ you gawked.

The macho Birdman lost his cool as he started to howl with laughter. ‘Oh, Tinman got some jokes now huh? Looks like he’s matching your energy Sunshine and trust me, I thought I’d never see the day.’

A smile of genuine disbelief and humour appeared on your lips as Bucky was adamant about continuing his name-calling streak. You wouldn’t believe, the grumpy technically-old-man-but-handsome-guy was actually opening up to you. 

It was only a matter of time until he rightfully joined your Himbo squad.

As Bucky opened his mouth, the room’s door suddenly burst open, with Tony, Steve, Clint, Natasha, Bruce and Thor walking in. Your eyes zeroed in and lit up as you saw your favourite God of Thunder march in.

‘David Hasselhoff! I missed you!’ you called out as you quickly hopped off the table and ran towards the blond man. 

Sam didn’t miss the frown that suddenly appeared on Bucky’s lips.

‘Sunlight! I told you my name is Thor, remember? Do you always forget my name every time we meet?’ He greeted you back with a smile. Your arms spread open as you hugged him, and Thor couldn’t help but laugh. 

Tony, who was sick of you and questioned why he even let you on the team, grabbed your shirt collar and peeled you away from the god, much to your dismay.

‘Get your slimy hands off of me Stonk!’ you cried out.

Tony sighed. ‘Alright Sunshine, I know you want to spend more time with Baywatch over here but we got work to do. I already let you in on this meeting despite your busy world tour schedule, so don’t make me regret my decision kid.’ 

To the side, Bruce muttered to Natasha; ‘You would think she’s related to Tony.’

The redhead smiled in response. “To be honest they're more like twins.’

‘Oh god, that's even worse.’ the scientist chuckled airlessly. 

The Earth's Mightiest Heroes situated themselves in their respective seats. However, instead of taking your usual spot next to Tony and Thor, you decided to sit between Sam and Bucky. This didn't go unnoticed, but everyone decided to keep their thoughts to themselves that day. 

Steve started to ramble on about some bad guy having access to confidential government information and being willing to sell it out. 

God, you hated these briefings. It was so boring. Maybe if the Captain did a song and dance it would catch your attention. But for now, you could always rely on Natasha to tell you the bits and bobs you actually needed to know. 

‘Psst. Bucko. Did you listen to the best album of the century yet?’ you whispered, nudging your left leg to his right. 

‘Stop talking. I'm trying to pay attention.’ he grumbled. 

A mischievous glint sparkled in your eye as you propped your hand to hide your (one-sided) conversation. ‘Oh don't be such a stick into the mud. I heard Nat that you were humming Isn't She Lovely this morning. What do you think?’

You felt a large foot pressing on top of yours in response. A sharp inhale escaped your lungs as the foot pressed harder into yours. 

‘Stop. Talking.’ he growled. 

A squeak unwillingly escaped your lips as Bucky's foot firmly stepped on yours. Sam looked at you weirdly as you gave him a pained smile. 

‘Bunkos.’ you pleaded. ‘Stop-’ 

He dug in even more. You swore you saw a vein pop up in his temple as he clenched his jaw in annoyance. Of course, he stared into you, but instead of his brooding stare, there was a mixture of annoyance and slight amusement. 

‘What a masochist.’ your mind echoed. 

‘Okay!’ you whispered harshly. ‘I’ll shut up’

‘-thank you Barnes and (Y/n) for volunteering on this mission!’ Tony called out in the front. 

Like deer in headlights, the two of you froze as the entire team turned their heads to face you and Bucky.

It was never a good sign when Tony used your actual name.

—-----

The only thing soothing your nerves at the moment was the quiet hum of the Quintet as it speedily and soundlessly sped in the night sky. The reason for your nervousness?

It took everything under your power to not look at the bionic staring machine situated across from you. 

‘You’ll get used to it.’ Sam had said to you earlier.

You’re starting to think that he's lying to you. 

Like a powerful magnet, you couldn't help but draw your eyes onto his very blue ones. The way he was staring at you made you wonder if he had gears in his head, like a machine. 

‘For the record, I think this can be a great bonding time for the both of us!’ you said with fake enthusiasm. 

It's amazing how a man can only blink 3 times in the span of 3 minutes and still project a burning gaze into someone in front of them. 

Then Bucky finally spoke back, ‘You and your big mouth got us stuck here on a mission we both don't want to do Lamp.’

For once in your life someone was genuinely pushing your buttons. And that someone was Golden Boy’s best friend; Bucky Barnes. 

‘You know what? Sure it was my fault we ended up in this situation, but know this Binky.’ you started as you brought up your finger to point at him. ‘At the end of this mission, we WILL be friends.’

‘Wouldn’t dream of it, Fluorescent Lights.’

‘Dude. That's not even an insult.’

Bucky let out a low ‘hmph’ as he faced away from you, staring elsewhere that wasn't you. 

Whatever. You could deal with his pissy attitude later. 

‘Hey, Sam with the Plan! What's the rundown on this mission?’ you called out to the pilot in the front. 

‘You know, maybe if you actually listened to Steve you would know what's going on!’ he spat back. 

‘You know what? Consider your free pass to see Megan Thee Stallion cancelled!’ 

Sam whined. ‘Alright, fine! Tony wants you and Mr. Cyborg here to infiltrate a restaurant in Shanghai where there's a meetup between a former SHIELD official who's been selling confidential government information to an underground buyer!’ he shot back. 

‘Hey, you guys know I'm right here you know!’Bucky interfered. 

A sudden turbulence shook the Quinjet, causing the three of you to rock forward. 

‘Woah!’ you yelled as you were suddenly launched towards Bucky. Closing your eyes to the impact, you expected him to move to the side and to meet face forward with the wall of the jet. 

Instead, you heard a grunt and felt a tough chest cushioning the impact. Arms instantly wrapped around your torso as you landed. Your eyes shot open, whipping your head up to only see the super soldier’s blue iris bearing into yours. 

First thing you noticed:

They're really blue. 

His arms were strong.

You liked being held by strong arms.

This revelation caused your brain to haywire.

‘You’re heavy.’ he muttered. He truly hadn't meant it, he just didn't know what else to say when you were literally pressed on his body.

‘Sorry!’ you squeaked, scrambling to get off him. No snarky response from you, all you could think about was his strong arms wrapping around you.

You pushed yourself off of him and promptly made your way back to your side. 

You failed to see that his ears were bloodshot red. 

A pair of brown eyes watched from the front as the interesting scene unfolded. 

‘Woah there Sunshine! Jumping from man to man are you?’ Sam teased. 

Your lips pursed shut in response. Sam’s eyes widened. There was no way that you, the snarky and boisterous diva, and possibly one of the most famous people on the planet, was flustered over a man who barely tolerated you. 

‘Are you…? You're actually speechless?!’ he shrieked.

‘ShutbthefuckupSamorI’llshoveupastickupyourass!’ you hissed back. 

Bucky couldn’t wait until he got back to his room. A raging headache was approaching and all he wanted was to sleep.

‘That’s what you get for never strapping up when we’re in the air!’ Sam chuckled, drawing his focus back to the front. ‘By the way, ETA is 5 minutes. I’m dropping y’all off just outside the city. Take Nat’s motorbike near the exit, you’ll need it to get to the restaurant.’

That was a signal to gear up. Promptly getting from your respective seats, you and Bucky started to prepare. On the seat were your special glasses, which also doubled as your disguise and a black tactical jacket. Grabbing the glasses, you put them on, while also adjusting the earpiece in your left ear.

‘That’s all you’re wearing? What’s with the glasses?’ Bucky’s scruffy voice piped up.

Your eyes darted at him, who was in the middle of attaching a gun holster to his thigh.

‘A disguise.’

‘You can’t be serious, anyone can recognize you with those on.’

‘No, these are special. First, Tony made these for me. For some reason, no one knows it's me when I rock them. Think of it as the Superman effect.’

‘Who?’

‘Secondly, these prevent me from blinding myself with my light. Pretty neat huh?’

‘Hn.’ was the only response from Bucky as he continued to zip his tactical jacket. As he finished, he quickly made his way towards the motorbike as Sam began descending the jet.

‘Sunshine, Barnes, remember that you just need to steal those confidential documents. Don’t make a scene! Just grab them and come back! I’ll meet you guys back here!’ Sam instructed as he opened up the Quinjet.

Bucky triggered the motorcycle on. The engine roared as it came to life. The super soldier hopped on and beckoned you to sit behind him. You grinned in response. Oh, how you missed missions while you were on tour.

‘See you later Sammy! Don’t miss me too much!’ you saluted as the bike started to leave.

The Quinjet was a few feet off of the pavement, but it didn’t stop Bucky from revving the engine to full speed. Adrenaline started pumping into your veins, causing you to shriek in excitement as you and he flew off and raced into the bustling busy nightlife in Shanghai.

It took less than 10 minutes for the two of you to reach the location. The building’s bright neon lights highlighted the street, and even though you had no idea what it read, you knew exactly what kind of atmosphere it held.

‘Wow. Whoever this buyer and seller is, they are kinky.’ you whistled.

Bucky clicked the engine off as he parked the motorbike near the curb. A confused expression graced his face. ‘What’s so kinky about a restaurant?’

Smiling in disbelief, you pointed at the poster of a dancer wearing very little and posing provocatively. ‘Bucko, I’m afraid to let you know that this isn't a restaurant. This is a strip club .’

‘What’s a strip club-’ he started before the gears started turning in his big head.

The realization drained the colour of his face. 

‘Oh no. Oh no no no.’ he muttered as he scurried to get back on the motorbike. ‘(Y/n), I am not going in there.’

‘Hey! You can’t just ditch me! We both need to get in and get those documents! Who knows what world-ending secret this person is selling?’ you flailed. Grabbing the collar of his jacket, you yanked the larger man back to prevent him from leaving.

‘No! My dignity is on the line!’

‘What dignity? Bro, you’re an ex-assassin for a terrorist cult for 70 years but you draw the line at naked women?’

‘My Ma taught me decency and self-respect!’ he argued.

A sigh escaped your chest. ‘Alright, I get it. I don’t like this either but we’re on a mission here and we need to get this done. Good thing I brought some money because I just created a plan that will get us in and out faster than you could say ‘Stupid people say what.’

Bucky looked at you in disbelief as you walked to the nearby clothing store. With no choice but to follow, he followed you. 

He hummed in thought.

‘Stupid people say wh-HEY!’ 

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‘I never want to be on a mission with you ever again.’ The brooding soldier protested as the two of you pushed in yourselves between moving bodies. The music in the club was unbearably loud, the air reeked of weed, and the neon laser lights were unbearable.

Bucky was currently wearing a nice navy blue silk three-piece with a matching tie. On his feet were nice brown leather dress shoes that contrasted nicely with his outfit. Two matching leather gloves which were also blue covered his hands. His shoulder-long hair was slicked back with gel. He didn’t want to admit it, but he cleaned up nicely.

On the other hand, you were wearing a large faux fur coat that pooled to the floor. He doesn’t even know what you’re wearing inside the coat, but he knows you’re wearing ridiculously high heels because you are way taller than you usually are. Despite the getup, you were still wearing those same glasses.

‘This is a horrible idea.’ he muttered in your ear. The two of you made your way to the bar and sat down on the stools.

‘This idea is the best shot distracting the buyer and seller as you snag what we need!’ you hissed back.

‘Forget that, it looks like I’m pimping you out!’ your partner objected.

‘Wait, how do you know-? Oh right, you’ve been hanging out way too much with Sammy.’

The two of you watched closely as a hooded figure made its way toward a clean-shaven bald man who definitely looked like bad news on the far left table, which was situated in front of a circular stage.

‘Buck, on your 9 o’clock. Looks like the meet-up is happening now.’ you lowly murmured.

The former assassin discreetly looked to his left. The hooded figure’s arm pulled out a brown folder and slid it towards the suspicious man.

Bucky was about to approach when he heard you yelp. He whipped his head to see a Chinese woman with heavy makeup grabbing your arm. She was speaking to you in Mandarin, and the tone she was using sounded like she wanted you to do something.

‘Hey miss! Let go! What are you saying? I don’t understand you!’ you refuted. The grip on your arm grew stronger as you tried to shake the woman off. You observed her closely, realizing that she looked like the manager of the establishment.

Realizing that it was no use, you urged Bucky to stop the exchange as you saw him frozen, not knowing what to do. ‘Go! Take the documents and go!’

His eyes shadowed as he frantically looked at the exchange and back at you. Once he realized that there was no choice but to follow your order, he shot you an apologetic look as he ran off. 

Bucky's mechanical arm whirled as his metallic fingers clenched into a fist. Making his way towards the two suspicious individuals, he raised his right arm and clenched on the hooded figure’s shoulder, making them flinch. The man sitting across raised an eyebrow.

‘Can I help you sir?’ the man asked, his voice dripped with maliciousness. 

‘Uh.’ his brain stuttered, struggling on what to say as an excuse. ‘I need that seat.’

‘But I sat here first!’

The super soldier felt the hooded individual’s shoulders tense as they registered his voice. Bucky grew suspicious and yanked down their hood. To his surprise, flowing blond locks gracefully sat on their shoulders. The person turned around with wide eyes, and his blood ran cold once he realized who the person behind the scheme was.

‘Sharon?’ he said incredulously.

‘Bucky? She gaped with shock. ‘What are you doing here?’

The man watching the scene unfold in front of him scampered back from the seat. ‘Wait… you mean Barnes? The Winter Soldier?’

Hearing that old name being thrown casually left a bad taste in Bucky’s mouth. His jaw clenched in response.

‘What’s in that folder Sharon?’ he pressed, gripping her shoulder firmly.

Her eyes wavered. This was not the ideal situation for her, and she had to get out of there, fast.

Realizing that she was hesitant, Bucky prepared himself to snatch the folder that was now laid out on the table in front of them before a booming announcement stopped him in his tracks. He didn’t understand a single word but one; Sunshine.

So much for staying undercover. ‘Screw you and your stupid plan’ he thought.

His worst nightmare came true when gazed upon the circular stage and saw you standing there, with nothing on but a skimpy pink bra and thong with those insane pink high heels.

Everything he’s known and seen about you has been against his will. He wished he could head back to Wakanda and get them to erase any memory he has of you.

The tips of his ears began to flare up as you started to pole dance on the stage to a raunchy rap tune. Bucky wanted to take eyes off desperately, but couldn’t get himself to do it as he kept his gaze glued to your provocative performance. 

For some reason, he felt the need to shed his jacket.

The sound of Sharon’s gasp caused his eyes to finally break away from you. ‘Isn’t that…? What’s (Y/n) doing here? Why is she here dancing to Cardi B?’

The bad man whistled. ‘Damn, she’s hot! Let me get closer to try to get a glimpse of her ass-’

The man stopped and screamed in pain. A regular person would think that he suddenly collapsed for no reason, but Bucky saw what actually happened. While you were dancing, you shot a small energy light that was the size of a bullet into the bald man’s right calf.

Your partner looked up to you once more. He was met with your warning glare, as if you were saying ‘I gave you a leeway. Now get out of here with the document.’

No need to tell him twice. Bucky reached over the seats and dove into the table, snagging the brown envelope as he rolled off, body slamming into the stage.

The next few minutes were a blur. As he quickly got to his feet, Sharon attempted to slam her baton on his head, but he was quick enough to deflect it with his vibranium arm, pushing her away. Scanning the area quickly, he booked for the exit once he found it.

Meanwhile, you ripped off your heels and hopped off the stage. The sharp heel met with the face of the bald man as he tried to get up. Men in tactical gear started to flood into the bar, trying to stop you from escaping.

‘Oh come on!’ you huffed, grabbing your heels like a pair of batons. You realize that your outfit was probably not the best idea to fight in. Zeroing in on a fluffy white coat on a nearby bench, you ran barefooted and snatched it, wearing the sleeves as fast as you could. The soldiers inched closer and closer as you jumped over the tables and chairs. One of them tried to grab the collar of the coat, however you formed a small ball of light and smacked them with it.

Once you freed yourself from the onslaught of men, you booked for the exit and ran out of the strip club and into the cold streets of Shanghai.

—-----

It took you half an hour to find Bucky outside the city, near where Sam dropped you off. You found the man sitting on a fallen log off the road, with the motorbike parked beside him. As you walked closer you noticed his once slicked-back hair was slightly frizzled, with strands of his brown hair framing his ruggish face. The once blue silk suit was tattered, with the left side ripped in half, showcasing his bare calf. The gloves he once wore were long gone.

‘Hey Bucky.’ you softly called out.

He looked up to see your figure slightly limping towards him. The faux fur coat you had was ripped in half, so you made a makeshift skirt to cover your almost bare bottom. The pair of heels were being held with your left hand, while you hugged yourself with your right arm. It was a miracle that those glasses still remained on your face.

You sat beside him. ‘Did you get it?’

A long silence lingered before he answered. He raised the folder up. ‘Right here.’

A small smile adorned your lips. ‘Mission accomplished.’

He frowned. ‘That mission went wrong in so many ways.’

‘Did you have a better idea?’

‘No, but if I did, it wouldn’t involve endangering you!’ you admitted.

Your eyes went wide from the revelation. ‘Why would you care? I thought you hated me! I thought I was annoying you! Which I admit, I was purposely doing!’

‘You may be annoying but my God (Y/n), I don’t wish for you to be injured or hurt!’ he confessed.

You’ve never been more shocked in your life. Looking closely at Bucky’s face you realized that he wasn’t entirely mad at you. There was also concern etched into his face.

The super soldier ran real fingers through his hair as he looked down at his feet. ‘Listen I-’ he started. ‘You’re okay. You’re tolerable. You just need to tone it down though but truthfully, I don’t mind your company.’

A small ‘o’ graced your lips. A spark of possible friendship was there, and you were going to take it.

You let out an airy chuckle. ‘I appreciate your concern, Bucko. But I promise I’m okay. 

Besides,’ you gave him a shoulder nudge before you continued, ‘your confession made me feel much better.’

Bucky smiled softly. ‘I’m starting to regret it.’ he teased.

The two of you laughed softly before silence took over again.

The muted rustle of the leaves indicated that it was getting colder. Your body took notice, especially since you were half-naked with only a bra on. A shiver ran up your spine as the wind continued to blow.

You tried so hard to diveron your freezing body. Distracting yourself by looking at Bucky’s mechanical arm would hopefully help. Honing your sights on the silver and gold plating, you noticed that it glistened softly against the moonlight. How pretty.

Meanwhile, Bucky noticed your shivering figure. Concern graced his face once more, causing him to shed his jacket off. He hesitated before he gingerly placed it over your cold shoulders.

You were genuinely surprised once you felt the sudden warmth drape on you. As if on instinct, your fingers clutched the sides of the coat as you wrapped yourself with the jacket.

‘Thank you.’ you quietly spoke as you faced Bucky once more.

He didn’t smile, but his eyes spoke for him. He cared. Cared enough to give you his jacket.

‘So,’ you broke the silence. ‘Does that mean we’re friends?’

The man hummed. ‘Only if you stop those stupid nicknames you give me.’

‘As if! It’s a necessary requirement to have a nickname picked out by me if you want to be friends with me!’ 

Bucky stared at you with disbelief. You stuck out your tongue back at him.

Knowing that he can’t argue with you, he shook his head. ‘I’m going to call Sam. I need to go back and eat.’

‘Slow your roll Binky, we’re in Shanghai! Before we go back we have to try their special Shanghai Fried Noodles! I’m not in the mood for some boring American food.’ you persuaded. 

A tired sigh escaped his lips. ‘Sure. Why not? We’re here anyways.’

You squealed in excitement as the two of you hopped onto the motorbike. As he started the engine you pondered about something.

‘I can hear you thinking Lightshade. What do you want?’ he groaned.

‘Say, do you have your phone with you? Want to listen to some Stevie Wonder while we get there?’

Without a word, Bucky passes you his phone.

This night was your favourite night ever.

[shydaydreamer28]

Some find it corny / lame, but I think it's sweet how Thor's back is almost a shrine to his brother. Lol

But not all are forgotten. The scroll has Frigga, Odin, Heimdall, Loki, Tony, and Nat.

Also seeing Loki's name with a "?" next to it. Seems at the time of that tattoo, he wanted to have a hope for Loki to still be alive (like the last 2 times).

Also speaking just on family, after the death,of his parents, Thor still got closure talking to Odin (end of Rag) & Frigga (Endgame) one final time. Meanwhile he hasn't ever gotten to see Loki again after his IW death. It doesn't help matters that Thor's last words to Loki were "you really are the worst brother"

So unlike Odin & Frigga whom he still got to have sweet goodbyes to, his little brother is yanked from him instantly with no room for parting words, or even an apology for his harsh sentiment moments before.

Now Thor has his own adopted child. He's got a chance to be better than Odin was with Loki.

I am sure it would hit all kinds of feels if he could talk to Loki one last time, give him that owed hug, an apology for his last words to him, as well as happily telling him about Love, cenenting once & for all that his adopted status didn't make him mean less -because now, 2 of Thor's most cherished loved ones are adopted family, his daughter & brother.

But I want Thor to meet our Loki again somehow. A variant he hasn't gone through everything with means little imo. It's like the cringe scenes of Strange being thirsty for a Christine variant - a wonan he doesn't know & had no history with just because she looks like the woman he's obsessive & possessive toward. 🙄

Some say it's fine because they just wouldn't have experienced the events after Avengers 2012. But those film events are big moments for them, the things they went through together tested their relationship the most for them to come out closer for it until Thanos.

Thor meeting some other Loki who had all his growth with / because of the TVA is hollow to me. The TVA & Sylvie are closer to him than Thor has been in any recent years. Plus the fact that Loki is sad / narcissistic enough to fall in love with a fem variant of himself is more cringe than Strange x Christine....So I prefer to ignore him & that show based on that alone. Lmao. Let him stay in his tree, or wherever he's sitting.

Our Loki had Thor for most of his growth & Thor is the one to continue to love & believe in him after they lost Frigga & Odin. Thor was his guide back into the light - who he gave his life for & died being 100% loyal to. So I want some closure with Thor for our Loki too, not only Thor. A variant means little to me. And it kinda spits on Sacred Timeline Loki & his bond with Thor - that he dies for the latter just to get replaced by a variant like he's an expendable goldfish. All these variants make relationships seems hollow if you lose a loved one, then start trying to grab replacements - Christine, Gamora, Loki, etc.

[pascaloverx]

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"Please, tell me—what do you remember?" you ask, your voice measured. Steve sits across from you at the interrogation table, his posture tense, his expression unreadable. The two of you are inside a S.H.I.E.L.D. base, in one of the rooms designed specifically for this type of questioning.

"Miss, I’ll say this one last time—I don’t remember anything," he replies, his arms crossed in defiance. "All I know is that I saw you for the first time weeks ago and that I’ve been locked up in this place ever since." His voice is firm, but there’s a flicker of frustration in his eyes—the same lost, bewildered look he’s had since this all began.

"Do you remember your name?" you ask carefully. You shouldn’t be deviating from the script approved by Nick Fury and Tony Stark, but you can’t help yourself. Steve tilts his head slightly, as if amused by your persistence.

"No. I don’t know my name, my age, nothing," he says, his voice sharpening. "Is that what you wanted to hear?" He shifts in his chair, attempting to stand, but the restraints hold him in place. Your jaw tightens. Damn whoever decided to keep him restrained like this. Who are you kidding—it was probably Stark. His way of ensuring control, of getting payback for something.

"I suggest you calm down—for your own safety," you say evenly. Your gaze locks with Steve’s, and for the briefest of moments, it’s almost like he’s really there—your Steve. Or rather, the Steve you once knew.

You take a slow breath before continuing. "I want you to look at these photographs. If you recognize anyone, tell me everything you can about them."

You place the pictures on the table, watching him carefully. Despite his earlier defiance, he looks at them. He was always good at following orders, even when he didn’t want to. "Do I know you?" he asks suddenly, his eyes scanning the images as he moves them around.

Your heart stutters for a beat, but you force yourself to remain composed. "I'm not authorized to—" You stop mid-sentence as an uneasy feeling washes over you.

Steve exhales a quiet laugh. "I’ll take that as a yes." Letting him believe that would be dangerous. But denying it outright would be a lie. And if you want him to remember who he is, who he was, lying to him is not an option.

"Little bird—I recognize her. I don’t remember her name, but she has good aim. She once shot me in the shoulder. Didn’t hurt me, though. Am I human?" The photo on the table is of Peggy Carter. Bucky is going to lose his mind when he hears that Steve’s first real memory… is of her.

"What do you think? Do you believe you're not human?" you counter, turning Steve’s question back on him, hoping to guide him toward something—anything.

"I think a human would be wounded by a bullet," he murmurs, his gaze dropping. "But I guess I’m just a nobody, then." There’s a flicker of sadness in his voice, but you can’t react. Empathy isn’t part of the protocol—rules are rules.

"Do you remember anything else?" you ask, shifting the photos on the table so he can see them more clearly.

But his focus drifts elsewhere. His eyes settle on your hands, watching them with quiet intensity. Then, to your surprise, he reaches forward, his fingers brushing against yours with a touch so gentle it nearly steals your breath. He caresses your hands slowly, as though memorizing them.

"Have I touched you before?" he asks, lost in thought, his blue eyes studying every detail of your hands. You don’t answer. You can’t.

His brows draw together, his expression clouded with uncertainty. Then, so softly that you can barely hear him, he murmurs, "How could I have forgotten you?" Is he questioning himself? Remembering Peggy? Or is he speaking about you?

You force yourself to pull away. "I believe we’ve made enough progress for today. Rest, do your exercises, and we’ll continue soon," you say, gathering the photos and placing them back in the folder.

Steve leans back in his chair, his restrained hands still resting against the table. His gaze remains locked on you. "I know you. I may not know myself right now, but I know you, miss," he says with quiet certainty. You don’t look back as you leave the room. The moment the door closes behind you, the S.H.I.E.L.D. security team steps in to take over.

You head home, the weight of guilt settling over you like a heavy cloak. Tears slip from your eyes as you struggle to contain the ache in your chest.

After your session with Steve Rogers, you turn on your phone—countless missed calls from Bucky, one from Tony, and another from Sam. You don’t bother returning them. By the time you reach your house, Bucky is already there, waiting at the entrance.

"You shouldn’t keep me waiting this late," he says, striding toward you.His metal arm wraps around your waist, pulling you close, while his other hand gently cups your face.

"Steve’s treatment was more difficult today," you murmur, barely finishing the sentence before Bucky’s lips find your neck—not once, not twice, but lingering, as if he wants to lose himself there.

"Did he remember anything?" he asks, tightening his hold on your waist. You know better than anyone how much James wants Steve to return to who he once was.

"He vaguely remembered Peggy Carter today," you admit, your voice tinged with concern. "I think… I think he’s sad." Bucky presses a kiss to your cheek before whispering, "We should bring him here. Keep him with the people who love him—no Stark, no S.H.I.E.L.D. tests. Just us." And then, without waiting for a response, he kisses you.

"We're in Stark's hands until he figures out how to remove whatever HYDRA injected into Steve to suppress the serum that made him so powerful. Tony had to reset him like a toy just to keep him from turning into a…" You hesitate, realizing too late that your words might cut too deep.

"A Winter Soldier," Bucky finishes for you, his voice quiet but firm. You meet his gaze, guilt settling in your chest. You shouldn’t have brought it up, not like this.

"You know as well as I do that if we’re careless, we could lose him forever," you say, trying to steady yourself. "And that’s not even mentioning the shock he’ll have when he finds out what happened while he was…"

"Presumed dead," Bucky murmurs, completing your thought. The words hang heavy between you, the reality of it all feeling almost surreal.

You take a deep breath. "Imagine telling him that the man he loved is now living with the woman he used to date. That he doesn’t remember us, doesn’t remember the roles we played in his life. And then there’s Peggy—how do we even begin to explain that?" You shake your head. "Like it or not, it’s safer if we stick to Stark’s rules until we figure out how to bring Steve back."

Bucky exhales, his jaw tightening. He doesn’t argue, but the disappointment in his eyes is unmistakable. This has always been the fundamental difference between the two of you—he takes risks, while you try to play by the rules.

"Come inside," he says after a long moment, shifting the subject. "I took a risk and cooked today." You arch a brow, sensing the underlying tension that neither of you is quite ready to confront. Everything about this situation is too fragile, too uncertain.

"If it's terrible, pizza's on me," you reply, offering a small smile as you follow him inside. And as you step into your home together, you push the weight of Steve’s absence aside—just for tonight.

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ok heres a real quastion why do you find your current blorbos so compelling. can u tell me abt their themes. would u get along with them in real lifes

my bones crunching teeth. my gripping hand on your shoulder, drawing blood.

ned flanders .. where to fucking start .. in the shortest way possible, that is

well, quickly. me? getting along with ned flanders? In Real Life? hell no! simply by virtue of me being the person i am. perhaps the band Dr. Colossus put it one way when they said “Stupid Sexy Flanders / Republican at best / Politically to the right / Dexterity to the left” (haloes .. my Dr. Colossus mention) but who’s to say how accurate that is now. i too am lefthanded you know. and we all saw him kiss fat tony. and he missed him too

anyway, simple put. i think ned flanders is like. a deep character - thanks in part to his religiousness. now you can throw your hands up about like his, well, flanderisation - from the homer simpson perfect neighbour foil to unbearably devout christian - but it does effect multiple aspects of his life in really interesting ways

so you’re telling me this man hates his beatnik parents? (Hurricane Neddy) what, did he cling to religion as a way to other himself from them? carelessly raised by them without discipline? repressing his anger for years? and how does that reflect upon his own kids, brought up in a strict christian household. his own kids he’ll be overprotective of because he can’t afford to lose them like he lost their mother (Bart Has Two Mommies), but who are still harshly scorned and punished when their faith in christ waivers? (Todd, Todd, Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me?)

and what if when he doubts? when god takes both of his wives? (Alone Again, Natura-Diddly, O C’mon All Ye Faithful) his wives who he loved and will continue to grieve for? (I’m Goin’ to Praiseland, Diary Queen) and what of his second wife, huh? fourth grade teacher krabappel? how he learns to lower his religious guards for her? (Ned ‘n Edna’s Blend Agenda) how happy they were, however brief, with these compromises they made for each other? (The Man Who Grew Too Much) and krabappel’s relationship with rod and todd, did she have an effect on them? is it her influence whenever they speak out? (Bull-E) then again, we all know how impressionable those two are on a whim .. (Bart the Lover) and, goodness fucking gracious, so on and so forth. and they replaced his wives with a dog

sighs .. i can admit he can get Dead Wife Guy with it sometimes but i do think flanders is like .. a bit of a tragic man? i dunno, that “And I did something I hadn’t done in, I don’t know how long. God help me, I smiled.” in The Many Saints of Springfield lives sorrowfully in my brain. dude, after losing so much - his wives, his business he went bankrupt for (When Flanders Failed), his teaching job (Left Behind). like .. man. i dunno

i think it’s a little hard to watch a flanders-centric episode without wondering what it means for ned and his family on a deeper level, even for an episode as innocuous as Fland Canyon (what do you mean todd has night terrors that maude held him through? and that it’s todd’s nightmare of forgetting maude’s face that made him stop believing in christ?)

and, hey. if you’re really crazy enough, you could squint and make out some sort of aquatic sea creature motif with the Jellyfish Festival and song in A Star Is Born Again and his profound emotional processing in faith down in the hadal zone in O C’mon All Ye Faithful

regardless, all this to say. yeah .. i may be a bit of a nedhead :]

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& btw .. he pulls, like, constantly. did you know this? like, constantly

[sk1bidi-n1k0-e4ts-people]

i'm still here // dad!thor odinson x daughter!reader

!!!ENDGAME SPOILERS!!!

Summary: your brought back after 5 years...

Warnings: literally a single cuss word from rocket, fear of being alone, crying, character death mentioned, overall fluff,

Age: 16

A/N: hope yall like this one too 🥰

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You felt weightless, like you were floating. You gained physical consciousness soon after this. You were laying flat on your back on the forest floor, arms curled up as if you were trying to hold something.

You sat up and looked around to see more avengers also confused. You looked around and realized, your dad wasn't there like he was before you passed out.

"Dad?" You whimpered out, trying to find him. You whipped your head around as you heard sparkling behind you.

"Who the h3ll are you?" Rabbit asked (srry i love calling him that)

"Come on its been five years, we...the avengers need you" strange told you all. You blinked at him a few times in confusion, "its been how long!?" You shouted, eyes wide.

Strange helped you up and you all fell into the portal.

You had just started fighting the alien dogs. Not knowing what to do. You soon found yourself outnumbered by these dogs. You were trying to get them away but it did nothing.

You were pinned on the ground, they kept trying to get to you but tony flew by and blasted them for you. "Thanks!" You yelled at him, he nodded in response before flying off to the distance.

You stood up to brush yourself off, and your father was standing a few feet away from you, just staring in shock.

You gasped as you made eye contact with him, tears welled up in his eyes.

He pulled you Into a strong hug quickly. He squeezed you so hard you thought you might d!e.

He pulled away to look at your face, he let out a sad chuckle as he looked at you, innocently looking back up at him.

He held you to his chest as he sobbed. Yes, your father always acted like nothing and no one could make him cry, or even make him emotional. But when it came to you, he was a verryyy delicate flower.

"Im still here." He whispered to you.

He had lost everyone in his life, his mother, his father, his brother, his best friend, his lover, and the one person he couldn't let go of, You. But you, unlike anyone, came back to him. And healed his broken heart. He was the only person you had as well, after losing your uncle and watching it happen before your eyes hurt like no other.

Another space dog ran at you two and tony, once again, swept past and blasted it. "Second time! Not helping you anymore" he quickly spoke before flying away.

"We should help" you told thor. "Yes, we should" he smiled sadly, finally having something in life.

You both continued to fight together. You looked to your left after a while, to see tony, on his knees, with the stones.

Tony acted like your father when thor wasn't around, he was also your best-est friend, other then thor. Even once accidentally calling him dad. And though he would always deny it, he saw you as his daughter.

You gasped and covered your mouth as he said the words, "i.... am.. iron man" and snapped. You ran over to him immediately, Peter got to him before you. He sobbed out a small, pained "tony..." you held him as he cried.

You were the first one to Kneel before tony, a helpless tiny human, had saved the universe on his own. Everyone followed your actions.

You sobbed for days after this tragic event, your dad had to hold you up on his funeral because you were crying so much.

"Im still here" thor muttered to you as he held you close too him. It took a while to get over but eventually, it happened.

You found out through pepper that you and peter were the god parents for morgan 😭 thor was with every step of your healing, he thought leaving your side was a bad idea. Or he just missed you over the years lol.

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Yoo do u have fics that has the plot where peter gets send out in another universe because everyone is dead in his and in the universe he gets send out is everyone is alive but peter doesn't exist or they don't know peter at all I've seen one fic like this ( it's was Mysterio that killed everyone) and it made me want to read more🥹

hello, are these close to what you are looking for? They’re unfinished but still worth checking out ☺️

Home for Christmas by richieisgayforeddie

Peter Parker doesn't exist any more, well, no one remembers that he exists. After spending his first Christmas utterly alone and without any of his friends or May, Doctor Strange ask Peter for help to fight Wanda. Peter has nothing to lose, but getting accidentally thrown to a different Universe wasn’t on his holiday list The universe seems like his own at first but he soon comes to realise that the Universe just lost his Peter Parker in the final Battle, snapping in Tony's Place. Tony, that seems to be his biological Parent here. Will Peter find his Place in this Universe, or will the Parker Luck continue once again?

Broken Mirrors and Fragile Things by EvieNyx

(I am Peter Benjamin Parker, and I exist.) - - - Three months after his existence was erased, Peter Parker was not doing so well. His solace came from knowing that at the very least he had managed to save his city in the end. Apparently, though, Peter realized as Doctor Strange explained to him that he had to give up even more, losing everything-and-then-some just wasn't enough. OR The multiverse continues to collapse in on itself. Doctor Strange discovers the source of the problem as Peter Parker. The only viable solution is to remove Peter from his original universe so that no more entities will be drawn to his presence there.  Peter is sent to a world that lost its Peter Parker, and finds himself lost in a sea of people he'd grieved who had all grieved him in kind.

Welcome To Mysterio's Marvelous Multiverse by Grace_d

[Endgame compliant, Far from home AU (probably)] NO FFH SPOILERS  “Woah.” Spider-Man breathes. “Trip Advisor did not mention this.” In the middle of the room hangs a flat circle of energy, kinetic electricity twisting from the edges into the centre. Green smoke swirls around it. It's definitely creepy enough to be a portal to another universe. Peter Parker's trip to Europe was supposed to cap off his recovery from the traumatic events of the past (5?) years, kick off his summer vacation and celebrate his decision to return to friendly neighbourhood crime-fighting.  Instead, Nick Fury recruited him for some avenging. Not ideal, not relaxing, and definitely above this web-slingers pay grade. (Was he even getting paid?). So when Quentin Beck AKA Mysterio suggests an alternate universe field trip, it's a hard pass from Spider-Man. He's sticking to the mission. He's got responsibilities at home. Even if it means giving up the chance to see Tony Stark again. Too bad he didn't have a choice in the matter.

They’ll think of me kindly, when they come for my things by Ihearturdadtbh

“A year, nearly a year since he died and you’re trying to tell me he what? Didn’t? Who is doing this to me, who is trying to trick me, who? Who! I know fine well I was the reason for that kids death and so who is tormenting me with his fucking corpse!?” Peter opened his eyes blearily as the imagine of a man settled into view, one he recognised in an instant except for one thing. There was something terribly, terribly “off” about the man made to look like Tony Stark. (Peter accidentally travels to a universe where he died in his battle with the Vulture on the beach, leaving Tony guilt ridden)

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Copacabana - Tony Stark

Summary ➣ A letter to Tony Stark, 16 years after his death. Pairing ➣ Tony Stark x Widowed! Reader Word Count ➣ 681

October 17, 2039.

Dear Tony, 

It’s been 16 years since you left this world, October 17, 2023, 16 long years. 

It's surreal to think that it's been this long. At times, it feels as if we're still the teenagers who first fell head-over-heels for each other, dreaming of a future without any obstacles in our way. 

The memory of our first kiss still lingers, like a cool breeze on a warm autumn day, in the midst of an October rain, our clothes soaked and sticking to our skin. Young and reckless, having just graduated from MIT with bright futures ahead of us. But in that moment, all that mattered was the taste of your lips, the warmth of your body pressed against mine. The world faded away as we stood there in the rain, lost in each other's embrace.

I watched as you slowly rebuilt Stark Industries after the passing of your father. We had just eloped to California, swept away by our passionate love, keen for a fresh start. But money had changed you. I tried to understand the pressure of carrying millions on your shoulders, but it became harder to reconcile with who you were becoming. Yet, despite it all, my love for you never wavered. 

I remember when you were captured in Afghanistan. Those 3 bitter months, I didn’t know if you would return or not. Then you came back, and in your chest was embedded an arc reactor, a false, mechanical pump; keeping you alive, but deep down, I knew you still had a heart. You changed so much after that, like you lost a part of yourself in that cave.

Then the world crashed upon us—aliens, Avengers, and everything in between.

The moments in between felt like a hazy blur, my mind struggling to hold onto the images as they slipped through my fingers like sand. I remembered catching glimpses of you on the news, especially in your impenetrable armour, well. We thought it was, but that fateful day on Titan proved otherwise. 

And it hasn’t been the same since.

Morgan, our little girl. She’s just been accepted into MIT, just like you’ve always dreamed of. In a few years, she’ll be getting her PhD in electrical engineering, just like her father did; hopefully, she’ll inherit Stark Industries and continue on our legacy. As proud as I am, it's bittersweet, to see her follow in your footsteps. I know you would have been so proud of her. But at the same time, it brings up all the painful emotions of losing you and wondering how different things would be if you were still here. 

Morgan misses you a lot, she really does.

On rainy days, we’d sit outside the cabin. As rain splattered against the wooden porch, Morgan would curl next to me, tucking her small hand into mine. She would turn to me with big, curious eyes; "Tell me about Dad," she said, wanting to know more about the man she never got to meet, and I would weave fantastical tales of his bravery, how he fearlessly battled against evil to protect us, but deep down, I knew that he had been just as scared and uncertain as the rest of us, scared that he would lose us.

The humidity feels nice, we seek solace these days, finding comfort in the melancholy beauty that accompanies them. But my heart aches as I think about how much you loved these moments, we used to sit by the lake, talking about how we’d get older in each other's arms, yet you're no longer here to join us. 

Occasionally, we’d still leave a cheeseburger out for you, hoping that somehow you can still taste it in another world. It's a silly habit, but it's all we have left to cling to your memory. We know you're no longer here with us, but our hearts refuse to accept it. It's our way of holding onto you, even though we know you're gone.

We miss you, Tony, and I hope I’ll get to see you again. 

I love you 3000.

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Heyy, I have a request for tony stark 😊 a lots of fluff with his wife telling him that she's pregnant and he's all happy ❤️

My Incredible Wife

Tags @mcugeekposts @underoostarks @rosie-posie08 @makeshift-prime

Holding the pregnancy test in my hands I was almost jumping up and down around the bathroom like I was a child hyped up on tons of sugar. Tony and I had been trying for a few years to get pregnant after we got married but I wound keep having miscarriages that I hated and Tony did even more so. Since he was a genius he thought he could solve most problems except for why we couldn’t have a baby. Flinging open the bathroom door I rushed downstairs shoving the pregnancy test in my back pocket going into his lab knowing he wouldn’t rather be anywhere else. “Tony, are you busy?”

“Never for you, babe. What’s going on in that heads of yours ?” He asked, sitting down the screwdriver he had in his hands. He patted his lap gesturing for me to sit down which I did without further instruction wrapping my arms around his neck.

Running one hand through his hair I couldn’t hide the huge grin on my face picturing a mini Tony or a mini running around the lab. “I have the biggest news ever. There’s gonna be another Stark in the family….ah Tony!” I squealed when he moved his hand to start ticking my hip knowing I was ticklish there leaving his other hand to rest on my upper thigh.

“Are you being serious or are you just wanting to go upstairs because you’re on your monthly thing. Not that I am complaining or anything.” He questioned me where his deep brown eyes met mine, raising his eyebrows at me. “Do you feel like cheeseburgers, I feel like we should have burgers.”

Pushing his face away playfully I blushed not believing he would say that. “Tony, I am not joking around with you. I never have. Because I am not like you. I’m serious and if you need proof here’s your proof.” Reaching into my back pocket I hand him the small test.

“Son of a bitch. This is incredible. You’re incredible.” He blurted out sitting the test on his messy metal table. He then cups my face in his warm hands cradling my face leaning forward kissing me deeply.

I giggled when he buried his face into the crook of my neck, kissing me slowly down until he found my sweet spot, making me moan. “Tony….I don’t want to get your hopes up. Oh….Ton..” My fingers threaded themselves into his black hair tugging it where he pulled back crashing his lips onto mine.

“Hey, hey, look at me honey. I know not to get my hopes up. I know that this is amazing and also scary for you because you don’t think that you can do it. But even if we lose this next one we can always adopt.” He moved his hands down onto my shoulders squeezing them gentle feeling me slump them down in relief.

Shaking my head I didn’t want to feel insecure about it but it wasn’t exactly easy for me after I lost the last baby. There’s a part of me that thinks he might leave me one day. “Yeah you're right I shouldn’t still be insecure about us and the fact that I might not be able to have kids…”

“Sssh darling. How many times do we have to have this conversation huh.” He asked giving me those puppy dog eyes that I was a sucker for. “Do I have to keep continuously telling you how smoking hot and amazing you are.”

Covering my face with my hands I bent my head down against his chest ignoring the fact that my head was on the piece of bright blue chest reactor that kept him alive. “Tony I’m sorry okay it’s just the hormones or something else girly related.”

“Y/n stop it. Alright my feelings for you the day I married you haven’t changed. You are still the woman made for me always and forever.” He declares tucking hair behind my ear turning my chin in his thumb and index finger so I was forced to look him in the eye.

“And I feel the same way about you but I want to have a baby of our own. That will look like you and me. If I can’t do that then what am I supposed to do?” I blurted out feeling some tears that he wiped away with his thumb.

He rested his forehead against mine running his fingers through my long hair that was falling down my shoulders. “Then you get to live with the fact that even if we can’t have kids you still get to be loved and married to the genius, billionaire, playboy superhero known as Iron Man.”

“You’re ridiculous, Stark.” I joked pushing his chest where I almost fell off his lap.

He booped his nose with mine quickly rising to his feet. “Only for you, Y/n. Now I think we have some business to intend to. Ensuring we have a little us inside your belly.”

“Tony!” I squealed, wrapping my legs around his waist along with my arms thinking he might drop me. He carried me through the house and into the bedroom gently sitting me down on the bed shrugging my tea shirt over my head letting it pool to the floor.

He smiled, yanking his own shirt over his head leaning down capturing my lips with his own pushing me onto my back. "You have no reason to be insecure if we can't have another baby. You are my incredible…beautiful…loving…wife…who will make a great mother…to any child we have…adopted or not." He responded by kissing me down my neck holding himself up by his hands on either side of me.

"I can already picture a little you running around the lab if I being honest…oh gosh!" I moaned when he kissed me suddenly until I rolled him onto his back with my hair falling in front of my eyes grinning ear to ear.

Tony groaned looking at me in lust and want, he placed his hand on my hips stroking it gently with his thumb. "You're so beautiful."

"I can't be the only one of us who has imagined this." I hummed at him where he quickly flipped us over, beginning to remove my shorts in the process.

I began to eye him up and down in awe at my husband's body shape. He was like a beautiful strong god. "Like what you see, Mrs. Stark." Tony asked with a smirk looking at me, kissing my nose.

"Yes, I do " I smirked and began to run my hands down his chest, still feeling my cheeks burning red.

"I'm going to make love to you all night, baby" Tony smirked before lifting me up in his arms causing me to squeal out loudly. His hands tickling me before I put my hands on his shoulders bringing him down for a heated kiss. Imagining the thought of us finally having our own little baby.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[crazycurly-77]

Bob (9/24)

This is written in the style of the series 24.

Events occur in real time.

Hour 9 of 24: 06:00 am - 07:00 am

06:18:45 a.m.

Somewhere on the open sea:

Don carefully landed the helicopter on the yacht in the middle of the Atlantic. Luckily the sea was calm that morning so there were no problems.

As a typical billionaire's yacht it was conspicuous, but things like that cruised the waters in the area quite often and almost all of them had a helicopter on board.

Don had to admit, the camouflage was brilliant. No one would search it or even suspect anything.

The first officer came to inspect the machine and was visibly pleased.

Very good. Then hopefully they would get their money soon and be able to leave before anyone else had any strange ideas.

He couldn't explain it, but he had a strange feeling. Something wasn't right here, but he had no idea what it was.

06:21:23 a.m.

Quantico, conference room:

"Okay, so you don't have any witnesses for last night," Gibbs repeated your statement.

"Have you been in contact with your colleague, the second test pilot?" he wanted to know.

"No. As far as I know, he called in sick last night and I was in meetings all day in preparation for the upcoming tests," you replied, now a little annoyed.

Sure, the case had to be solved, but the constant questioning was getting on your nerves. The guy acted as if you had done something wrong just because you flew the thing.

"Didn't you get suspicious while working with Don? Maybe you're in cahoots with him?!” the Colonel suddenly snapped.

You'd had enough. You turned to him very slowly and looked at him with a piercing gaze.

“What do you actually want from me? YOU are the one who lost an expensive helicopter. I have to say...respect. You have to do it first, not everyone can,” you stated sarcastically.

Your reaction piqued Gibbs' interest. He loved sarcasm and you stood up to your superiors, something only a few dare to do. But of course, as a pilot you certainly need a good dose of self-confidence.

Tony, on the other hand, could hardly hold back his laughter. Such a statement could easily have come from his boss.

But his good mood vanished suddenly when Fuller jumped up and stomped threateningly towards you: “Don't you dare accuse me of anything. You worm. You're just a pilot, and a woman at that. You have nothing to say.”

“You're the biggest a...hole on earth, and narrow-minded at that! Your rank is probably just bought,” you yelled back.

Then you two squabblers flinched, because Gibbs hit the table with all his might and yelled:

“How can you lose a multimillion-dollar helicopter? It went 'poof' and suddenly it was gone, right? And where is the guard reinforcement? They still haven't turned up. In addition, the admiral's body has disappeared. He probably got up and just ran away, or how am I supposed to imagine that? Also: where the hell is the second test pilot? And what makes this machine so special?”

Everyone looked at him in amazement and there was absolute silence.

At a normal volume he finally continued: “So: what makes this helicopter so special?”

"It has a stealth mode that makes it invisible to radar, it has a whisper mode so it can approach without being noticed, and it has a new missile system," you explained.

“It’s virtually unbeatable, which is why it mustn’t fall into the wrong hands,” added Fuller. 

“We need someone who knows their way around the machine. “Y/L/N, you come with us to NCIS headquarters and help us,” said Gibbs.

06:56:43 a.m.

NCIS HQ, Washington D.C.:

Heads were running hot in the office.

Two things had gone missing and there were no traces or clues.

In addition, the second test pilot was still nowhere to be found. That was very suspicious, but the bottom line was that there were several suspects whose backgrounds and possible motives needed to be thoroughly investigated.

So Gibbs assigned the tasks accordingly: "DiNozzo, issue a nationwide manhunt for Don Holding."

“He's a few hours ahead and could be anywhere,” you pointed out.

Gibbs looked at you sharply, thought for a moment, looked back at Tony and then corrected himself: “Initiate an international manhunt for him.”

“Yes, boss,” he confirmed and picked up the phone.

Then Gibbs looked at you and instructed you to write down all the people who had anything to do with the helicopter.

You all had a lot of work ahead of you and Gibbs first got himself a coffee the way he liked it best: hot and strong.

06:59:21 a.m. ...the clock was ticking...

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[delulu-with-wandanat]

Two Worlds Apart

Another song that has been stuck in my head- (this is also sort of a continuation) anyway idk if this counts as angst but ay its sad shit ig

‘Corrupted’ Wanda x ‘Earth 77’ Natasha

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Summary: After losing Natasha, Wanda ventured across the multiverse to find her lover. She found Earth-77. She decided to kidnap Earth-77 Natasha and brought her back to her own Universe, but like they said. You fuck around with the Universe, it’ll find a way to bite you back in the ass.

"Wanda, I have to return to my own universe." The incursion of her presence cause too much havoc. The environment surrounding them were breaking in ways they could have never imagined.

"Natasha, I can't... don't make me do this."

"You have too, moya lyubov. Look around!" The sky looked liked it was tearing itself apart, buildings collapsing, people disintegrating out of existance. "I don't belong here, Wanda. You have to return me-"

"NO-" The Scarlet Witch side of Wanda seemed to have returned for a split second, Natasha had to be careful with her words.

For the last couple of weeks Natasha was able to reduce the corruption that the darkhold had against Wanda. Slowly, but surely, Wanda was returning to her old self. The sweet, kind, gentle and loving Wanda Maximoff that Natasha once knew. Sure this was a variant of her Wanda, but they share a lot of similarities.

"A portion of my breath flew away with you the night you died. These past few weeks with you… was the first time I could properly breathe again. Please, don’t take this away from me.”

Natasha understood her pain, she truly does. As in her Universe, she had lost her Wanda. “When you left me that night, I put the blame on myself.” Natasha clenched her jaw as tears starts to pool in her eyes. “Believe me when I say I want nothing more than to stay here with you and be in your arms again. To have the life we always talked about.”

“And we could have that, Natalia.” Wanda pushed once more.

“Wanda we can’t-“

“Why not?” She asked rather coldly. The Scarlet Witch seems to have wrapped around her once again.

“My love please, I know you would never go through this willingly-”

“Am I wrong, for not being the same person I was before?” Natasha went silent at the eerie contrast of Wanda’s variant, and the Wanda she once knew. The one who sacrificed herself for the soul stone in Vormir.

“For wanting what I rightfully deserve? Everyone gets a happy ending, Steve returned to his lover in the past. Clint was reunited with his family… And I returned to nobody.” Wanda swallowed the lump in her throat.

“Your body was rotting on Vormir. And no one even bothered to held a funeral for you just because they were preoccupied with Tony Stark who snapped his little fingers.”

In Natasha’s universe, Wanda hadn’t gone snapped. During those 5 years they had build a life together. The significant difference between their lost was Wanda had not only lost Natasha, but also the time with her.

“Wanda…”

“You’ll destroy me if you leave.” Wanda whispered. Her lips were quivering and her breath was uneven.

“You are my goddess, Wanda.”

“Then come back to me, bring back a fraction of the breath you take because I can’t live another day where you are not near.”

-The song-

I think this song talks about a lover that broke up and the other still wants them back. It's a little different to this fic but meh it works. (I may be trying to gtfo of this country, but goddamn do we make great sad ass songs😩🤌)

Separuh Nafas - Dewa 19

Original lyrics: Separuh nafasku Terbang bersama dirimu Saat kau tinggalkanku Salahkanku Salahkah aku Bila aku bukanlah Seperti aku yang dahulu Kau hancurkan diriku Bila kau tinggalkan aku Kau dewiku Kembalilah padaku Bawa separuh nafasku Kau dewiku

Translated lyrics: A portion of my breath Flew away with you When you left me Put the blame on me Am I wrong If I'm not the same person as I used to be You'll break me If you leave me You are my goddess Come back to me Bring back a fraction of my breath You are my goddess

[justkending]

Found Memories. Chapter 1.

Finding Memories Sequel: (I advise you to read the 1st series for context).

Series Summary: Following the aftermath of Finding Memories, Bucky tries to complete goals he feels she would have discovered for herself as a way to let her memory live on. However, he never expected to find someone very close to who he believed she would have been if given the chance of normalcy. A journey of mourning someone he lost, turned into a journey of discovering someone new, happens upon the soldier. Maybe this whole normal thing isn’t as bad as he had pictured it in his mind. Maybe he had a better shot at it than he ever tried to imagine.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader insert

Chapter Word Count: 4000+

A/N (PLEASE READ): So I may or may not have gone back on my deal to not post until I finished writing it all, but I'm 15 chapters in, and though I have a ton more to write, I wanted to drop the first chapter for my Finding Memories people to have some closure, and also to see where Bucky's story plans to lead.

This series is told through 1st person unlike a lot of my others, but I realize I like this style a lot more. So all this is from Bucky's perspective in this chapter. I also understand this may seem a little confusing with this being a reader insert for both these stories, so using Y/N will make it harder to tell the difference between the characters. I’ll be calling our previous Y/N from the Finding Memories series, Sloan, just to avoid confusion. But please don’t let that take away from any of the personal aspects of the story. This is just a continued story of Bucky finding happiness after the ending of Finding Memories. (Just think of it as him falling for you 2x ;) There is a note at the bottom after reading so please read that when you finish!

Last note! For each chapter, I am connecting a song from the playlist our last reader left and Bucky took on his own. The song will play off the vibes of each chapter. You don't have to listen if you don't want to, but it is here as a little piece of Bucky's theme (sometimes thought processes and feelings) in each chapter. Enjoy!

Playlist song: At Last by: Etta James

Chapter 1: 

4 years and 364 days had gone by since her passing.

Almost 5 years, 2 weeks, and 4 days since I had rescued her.

I think the reason it stuck with me was that this was one of those missions that carrying on like normal afterwards, wasn’t really an option.

When you lose someone on the field, whether you know them or not, a piece of you is saddened that someone lost their life. Normal. Human. Emotions. 

However, you feel depressed and emotionally stuck when it’s someone you had become familiar with and plan to continue to grow familiar with. 

It hurt even more when it was someone who deserved to go far in life and learn so many things about themselves in a healthy and safe environment. It was a stab to the heart to know she never saw that for herself and had made a decision no one should be put in the position to make. 

But it happened. In the very likely chance someone was to find her and use her for her powers again, she erased all possibilities of it getting into the wrong hands. And with it erased all chances to experience the good in the world as well.

After she died, Bruce and Tony tested her blood to find what the other mutation was even if I knew for the most part. 

We didn’t have much time to understand it, or for her to really explain all the pieces that came with her enhancements that she seemed to remember the day before her ultimate fate. But from what she had passed onto me in the last moments of her life, I feel like I had some kind of grasp of it. 

Her hand over my heart seconds before her powers consumed her was more than just a sentimental goodbye. She shared within that touch her fears, her intentions, her understandings, and the peace she found in her decision. 

It was something I could never explain in words to someone else, but it was a feeling that made me understand why it all had to come to the end that it did. 

She had told me the night before, that her powers were created from the cosmos, and it was a power that could bring an end to society and the world we try so hard to keep afloat in what feels like constant choppy waters. 

She didn’t have to go into too much depth about what all that meant, but it would soon be proven within hours of explaining to me that we would not get the end we hoped for. 

I can’t lie and say I never expected things to take the turns they did. I live the life I have constantly considering the worst-case scenarios, and her death was always one of those scenarios as soon as we saved her in that hidden terrorist facility.

Bruce and Tony confirmed that her gifts were something that could be world-ending and quickly incinerated her blood so that no one could get ahold of that kind of power down the line. 

The wishes she made on her deathbed were met and I was trying to meet all the other ones she had made and never got the chance to do herself. 

It took me a while to go into her room and start to clean out the few personal items she had slowly gathered in the short time she was there, but really there wasn’t much to clean. 

She had a few plants. I took one and Wanda took the other. Her clothes were either taken by Wanda or Nat and the rest were donated. 

She had some books that had been gifted to her about random things she had found interest in while trying to find herself. A cookbook, a book on herbs and plants she used to read to put a name to the plants on the compound during her walks, and some history books Parker was kind enough to loan her so she could catch up with the world around her. 

The only other thing of significance I found, and didn’t realize was something she kept, was a journal. It was in the nightstand drawer, but it had been hidden under all the other books she had collected. 

Inside, it was a list of notes she made about those she had become close with. 

1. Wanda is from Sokovia and she had a brother named Pietro whom she misses dearly.  2. Nat had a sister that’s on missions across seas and sees her every other month, but they keep in contact when able.  3. Bruce has 7 PhDs but has test anxiety.  4. Tony blast rock music that can be heard 3 levels above. (check songs to see if they spark anything…) 5. Bucky acts like Sam annoys him, but I secretly think they’re just as good of friends as he and Steve are. 6. Steve and Bucky grew up together and from what Nat said, “One looks for trouble the other follows cause he still sees Steve as a 90lb Brooklyn kid.” 7. Sam is from Louisanna and mentioned making a shrimp boil… (Still need to look that up...) 8. Bucky likes to prank Sam and Steve in small ways that they never figure out and it drives them slightly insane. 9. Spiderboy is incredibly smart but is also somehow very naive to the teasing he gets from everyone else.  10. Movie nights are something that everyone gets excited about and they all have very different tastes in movies to show me. So far, I've enjoyed the comedies the most. (Peter picked the movie Grown-ups and some of the things they do make no sense and are extremely goofy, but I think that's why I liked it...)

The list went on for about five pages of random things she discovered and felt were important to know about the team and sometimes even herself. 

But in the back, only found if you looked through each page of the small journal, was a list of things she wanted to try once she felt ready and was given the chance to. 

It didn’t feel right ripping the pages out for myself, or taking the journal and ruining it with my scribbles, so I copied the list in a notebook of my own and added some things I think she would have enjoyed if I was given the chance to show her. 

She only got about 24 things written that she wanted to experience in the real world. Most of which were simple things most take for granted having the choice to do any day. 

Right now I was looking at number seven;

7. Go to a coffee shop and try different drinks with cinnamon in them. Find a favorite, so I can eventually say, “I’ll have the usual,” like they do in the movies. 

It was hard to know what her favorite would have been, but I did the best I could. Eventually, I had a usual at the coffee shop I started the adventure on. 

“He’s back.” The barista whose head was in the pastry display shot up and smiled toward me. “It’s been a minute since we’ve seen you. Life or work in the way this time?” 

“What’s the difference?” I responded though it came across a little more melancholy than I meant. 

Luckily, Trudy, the shop owner, had become familiar with me enough to know it’s just how I talk. 

“Get him the usual, dear,” she said to the worker at the front as she wrapped a muffin and handed it to a customer waiting on the side. 

When the worker just looked at her wide-eyed and freaked out, Trudy laughed to herself and pointed her to another task. 

“Forgot she’s only been here for 2 days,” Trudy’s New York accent was strong as she typed in my regular order. “So. Any big bad guys in the world I should be worryin’ about or do you have it handled?” 

“Nothing for you to worry about, Trud,” I smiled as she grabbed a cup and wrote one of her new names for me on it. She was clever with what she could come up with depending on the day. “Sorry, I haven’t been in. I was sent overseas for a bit the last few weeks.”

“You haven’t come in a month,” she said with a raised motherly eyebrow. 

“Hate to break it to ya, but there are bad guys I have to take care of over here too. They keep me just as busy sometimes,” I chuckled, moving out of the way in case someone else needed to order. 

“Yeah, yeah,” she groaned, grabbing a pastry and wrapping it up for me. “I made a new recipe from my Italian side of the family. Give it a try,” she stuck a sticker on it to seal the bag and came around the counter to give it to me. “Tell me how you like it.” 

“How much?” I went on to grab cash knowing she likely wouldn’t let me pay anyway. 

“Cost ya a review on Yelp,” she pushed it on me more. “I had someone come in the other day and try and cheat the system to get free stuff, and when I wouldn’t budge she lowered my rating on the damn website.”

“I don’t think one bad rating will hurt ya, Trud,” I sighed, taking it and putting the cash in the tip jar instead.

“Eh, I like to counter it with a good one where I can. Plus, I’m running out of fake emails to do it myself. Help a gal out.” 

I laughed knowing she may have been a small hole-in-the-wall business, but she got enough foot traffic to keep her afloat even if she joked about going under if I didn’t give her reviews and tell my friends about it. 

Before I could give her peace of mind knowing I’d help in any way she asked me, the bell rang as another customer came in. 

I looked back absentmindedly and saw a woman with her head down while she talked on the phone, but was kind enough to go to the side and finish her conversation before walking to the register. 

“That drink ready?” Trudy shouted to the back and just in time a barista walked out with the cup of my “usual” drink and handed it off. “I’ll be seeing ya sometime soon, right?” She withheld the coffee until I confirmed. 

“Tomorrow,” I promised knowing I had one thing planned and I knew it wouldn’t be interrupted. 

“Good. Have a good one, Boomer,” she winked and I looked to see the name matched on the cup. 

“What does that mean?” I raised an eyebrow. 

“Something the kids are calling old people like you and me,” she shrugged. “Figured if I was going to be called it, you should too.” 

I rolled my eyes playfully before giving a final goodbye and heading toward the doors. The woman that had come in was hanging up the phone and happened to look up at the same time I passed. 

She had soft eyes and smiled up at me in a polite way before sidestepping and moving to the counter. 

I couldn’t help but stop with my hand on the door handle as I looked at her trying to grasp who she reminded me of. 

She had kind features and her light smile was what made me do a double take. I may have imagined it, but something about her beamed at me in a way that I couldn't shake.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when someone else tried to come in and I quickly opened the door for them and moved out of the way. But I looked in the shop one more time seeing Trudy smiling back at the woman and sharing a similar banter she had with me. 

I honed in my hearing some and caught the middle of the conversation. 

“I would ask if you want your normal order, but it’s been so long I’m not sure if it’s the same,” Trudy teased. 

“The move has been great. Thanks for asking Trudy,” the woman remarked with a laugh. 

It would become creepy pretty quickly with me just staring and eavesdropping in the doorway, so I moved on even if I was intrigued to hear the rest of this conversation. 

I took my time walking to my car since the woman’s face was sticking in my mind. Something seemed oddly familiar of her, but I couldn’t put a finger on what it was. 

________________________

“Hey, I was looking for you!” Sam’s voice sounded as soon as I walked into the kitchen. 

“I’d rather you weren’t,” I said back, going to the trash to throw my cardboard cup away and grab a snack from the fridge. 

“Hardy, har, har,” Sam responded. “But really. I need help with a file I can’t access.” 

“Maybe you can’t access it for a reason,” I gave a smug smile to him as I shut the fridge and took a bite out of the apple I stole from it. 

“You're really channeling that clown energy as Parker would say today, aren't you?” he gave me a straight face before pulling papers I hadn’t noticed beforehand and passed them to me. “It’s just some notes on a mission we did last week, but I need to tweak some things. For some reason, the file isn’t giving me access so I was going to ask if I can go through your account.”

“Have Tony look at your account. Maybe the clearance level got mixed up. He had a new protection server put in the other week and a few accounts were tweaked.” 

“Well, he's not in his lab.”

“Ok,” I dragged out. “Sounds like a personal problem.” 

“Barnes, just let me on your account for two seconds to fix it and then I’ll go and find him. It won’t take me longer than five minutes,” Sam groaned. 

I could continue to give him a hard time, but I needed to get some things ready for tomorrow and wasn’t in the mood to keep up my normal antics. 

“Fine. Where’s your computer?” I huffed, biting into the apple again and waiting for him to bring it to me. 

He smiled like he won, even though I could still say no if I wanted, and grabbed the laptop on the counter and handed it off to me. 

I logged in like normal and went to the file, but was stopped when I came to the same problem he had. 

“What the hell?” I glared at the screen and tried a few more tricks but this new protective program Tony had installed was foreign to me. 

“Damn it,” Sam crossed his arms and sighed. “You’re the third person now. Why won’t it let me see this damn file?” 

I looked at him waiting for him to explain. 

“I asked Nat and Wanda too. No luck,” he shrugged. 

That was strange. It was a file from the mission we had done last week. A thief that had been stealing intel from some division in the SHEILD operations over some classified information, but we had captured and incarcerated the hacker. 

“Friday,” I asked into the void and her voice followed. 

“How can I help, Sargent Barnes?” 

“Why aren’t we able to get into these files?” 

There was a pause as she tried to find the answer. 

“It seems to be in a classification you don’t have access to. Clearance levels are not high enough. Would you like me to call Mr. Stark?”

Sam and I shared a look that showed we were on the same page. There were very few things we didn't have access to, so the system was screwed or not modified after the update. At least that was to hoping it was something that simple.

“No. Where’s Tony at?” I asked instead. 

“He’s headed to the lobby. He has an appointment with Ms. Clark.” 

The name didn’t sound familiar, though there were a lot of people Stark talked to that I never cared to learn about. He was the face of the team anyway, so luckily he handled a majority of the social aspects of our job. 

“Thanks, Friday,” I nodded my head to the exit. 

Sam nodded in agreement and we made our way to the lobby to find him. 

It wasn’t a portion of the compound we were usually in, so seeing people in business suits coming and going always reminded me of the mass amount of workers who never did fieldwork that came and went. 

“Stark,” I shouted once I spotted him at one of the reception desks talking with the secretary that was handing him papers she had just printed. 

He turned at his name and looked at us both confused as to why we would be there. 

“Got a question for ya,” Sam started out. 

“Can it wait? I have a meeting with someone I actually like,” he said sarcastically. 

Before I had the chance to spit something back at him and give him a taste of his own medicine, Sam took over. 

“I need access to a file of the mission report we just came back from, but it’s not allowing me to get to it,” he summed up. 

“Strange,” Tony hummed, looking at the papers he was previously handed as if our issue was nothing for him to worry about. 

“It won’t let me through either,” I said and he eventually looked up rolling his eyes before putting the papers on the counter and giving us his attention finally. 

“Can this wait like 20 minutes?” he asked. 

“It might be because of your new and overly complicated-” I started and once again, Sam saved me from saying something that would probably have Tony ignoring us the rest of the week if I wasn't careful. 

“We’ll wait,” Sam nodded. “We’ll be over there.” 

He pointed to a few chairs off to the side and nodded his head for me to follow. Though I was against the motion, I obliged to not make matters more annoying. I’d give him 20 minutes, but I was just as intrigued by this issue as Sam was now. 

Tony went back to the secretary and grabbed the papers looking through them before grabbing a pen and sloppily marking random things out before handing it back. 

Just as he turned back, he seemed to have spotted who he was looking for to begin with and I followed his eyeline. 

Walking in and looking around marveling at the size of the place before seeing Tony and smiling at him, was the same woman who I had seen at the coffee shop. The same one who was talking to Trudy about a move. 

I must have been staring while she and Tony met in the middle and started casually conversing. She reached into the tote she was carrying and handed Tony what looked like a sweater and a folder, but he only took the piece of clothing leaving her with just the folder still in hand.

My stare must have been unmoving cause Sam nudged me with his shoulder and gave me a weird look when I broke out of my trance. 

“What are you gawking at?” he asked, looking where I was and raising his eyebrows. “Oh, I see.” 

I furrowed my eyebrows and gave him a disapproving look to show his mind wasn’t in the right place. 

“Shut up,” I grunted, slouching some in my spot, but only to show disinterest in an attempt to push him off my case. 

“No, I get it. She’s a pretty lady,” Sam chuckled, crossing his arms and leaning back in his own seat. “Just didn’t see you looking for something like that anytime soon-”

“Don’t get any ideas,” I cut him off. “I saw her at a coffee shop earlier today and she just looked familiar. That’s it.” 

He looked from me back at the girl and turned his head as he analyzed her. 

She was smiling at something Stark was saying and shaking her head about whatever it was he was grinning about. I wasn’t sure what the conversation could even be about, and with the loud echoing space, I couldn’t exactly pinpoint what was being shared. 

“I have an idea,” Sam spoke up after a second and stood up without any hesitance, and walked towards the two. 

“Sam, wait! Stop! What are you doing?” I whisper shouted sitting up and looking around as if someone else was in on this idea with him. 

When he didn’t turn back or let up in his steps, I was quickly on my feet trying to get ahead of him to stop him, but he was walking faster causing us to interrupt the two abruptly and throw them both off. 

“Hi,” Sam smiled kindly at her then back at Stark. 

“I told you I would help you after I talked with-,” Tony started, but Sam patted his shoulder and made him pause. 

“Sam Wilson,” he went on to introduce himself while putting his other hand out for her.  

The woman seemed surprised by the introduction, but she was kind nonetheless and extended her own hand before introducing herself. 

“Y/N Clark,” she smiled. “Nice to meet you.” 

Sam turned to me and she followed his look. I wasn’t prepared to talk to her, but I wasn’t going to be rude and just sit there silently and stare at her. 

I extended my hand as well and she smiled at the motion. 

“James Barnes,” I gave a tight smile, but it wasn’t because of her, it was because I was seconds from punching Sam right in the chest for putting me in this position. 

“Mr. Barnes. Nice to meet you,” she nodded, returning the handshake and it was surprisingly firm. 

I would have paid mind to the detail, but now being in close proximity to the woman, I was seeing features that I hadn’t taken in before. 

She had Y/H/C hair, Y/E/C eyes, and her smile was one I had seen before. She was wearing a bright red checkered winter coat that sat on top of a tan sweater tucked into a nice pair of brown slacks. It seemed fitting for her even if I hadn’t known anything about her. But something in her persona showed she was kind and had a welcoming nature. 

Tony rolled his eyes once again and decided to go ahead and introduce us. 

“Cyborge and Birdman, this is Ms. Clark. She’s Morgan’s teacher. Ms. Clark, these are two of my most impatient coworkers,” Tony motioned to us. “Who I asked to give me a second before I talked with them…” The glare he was giving us pulled me away from staring at her longer than what would have been socially acceptable. 

“Thank this one for the interruption,” I shouldered Sam harshly which he became slightly unbalanced from and gave me another glare. 

“Just seemed rude to not introduce your colleagues,” Sam gritted through his teeth, talking to me when the comment was directed to Tony. 

“It’s fine,” Ms. Clark spoke up, breaking the growing tension between us three, and I immediately turned my attention back to her. “I was here to just drop off these two things anyway.” 

“Yeah, well, I had a few things I wanted to discuss without,” Tony continued, only taking a second in between to send us yet another death stare, “this interruption.” 

“I appreciate what you’re offering, but I’ve already told you I have a job set with another district after this year,” she smiled professionally, and I couldn’t help but smile myself at seeing someone say no to Tony. 

“Yeah, but… Money.” His eat-shit grin worked on the weak-minded, but clearly, she was not that. 

“Money is great and all, but it's not what this is about, Mr. Stark,” she chuckled, readjusting her tote on her shoulder. "Maybe after winter break and I get some paperwork back from the new school I'll be at, we will better understand what I'll have on my plate."

“That sounds like a well-worded way to put this conversation off,” Tony smirked. 

She returned it which proved he was right, but she wasn’t falling for his schemes still. 

“It’s Christmas break, Mr. Stark. Have a great vacation with your family and happy holidays,” she nodded, turning to walk out, but not completely turned away. “You two as well. I hope the world is kind enough to give you all a break as you deserve during this time.” 

“If I know anything about teaching, I know you’ll be needing a break just as much,” Sam shouted in her direction with a smile. 

She laughed at that and it was a sound that made it hard not to smile as a reaction to it. 

“Happy Holidays,” she said one final time, waving kindly and moving to the exit. 

“Well, she seems nice,” Sam grinned in a teasing manner and turned to face us both by taking her place. 

“This is why I haven’t brought her around here,” Tony sighed heavily and ran a hand through his beard. “Now, what do you two want?” 

Sam followed quickly after Tony, who was already walking back to the lab, but I couldn’t seem to pull my eyes from the red checkered jacket that was out the doors now and walking down the steps. 

It was another feeling that I couldn’t quite put into words…

I unfortunately don't have a release date for the next chapter as I am going to stick to my promise of finishing the series before I post any further. This is just to give an idea of what's to come! As always, any likes or reblogs, and comments (even if just a heart or a gif) makes my blood, sweat, and tears for this series feel validated :') ANYWHO!! I'm excited to share with you all the stories to come with this series and these characters because in writing them, I've fallen in love with them myself.

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[fyrefrostanimus]

Hey, remember when I said I was writing a Slay The Princess game review for a school assignment?

Well, a couple of edits (changing my name for privacy and restoring the old version because I had to cut it down for my groupmates) and I feel actually pretty good about posting the spreads here.

A couple of notes on it:

The "interview" with the developers is not real. I wasn't about to drag them into my random school assignment, and the teacher full well expected there to be no real interview paragraphs. I checked some of the blog posts on Medium for information and tried my best (would have done ManlyBadassHero if that name were acceptable to write in this setting).

That third paragraph was another required section: basically, I had to link science in there somehow as part of the assignment and if I didn't continue with a 6-paragraph review of Slay The Princess I would have lost drive completely and gotten nothing done (my brain does that).

First time doing an article in any sort. I'm more showcasing the writing than I am the full spreads.

I might have forgotten the context for that Tower image. Don't know if that was after you agree to free her or if it was something else. Hope I got it right.

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To Slay Or Not To Slay? A Review of Slay The Princess by FyrefrostAnimus

The words shown to you when you first open the game Slay The Princess, a horror-adventure visual novel by the two-person studio Black Tabby Games, are “Whatever horrors you may find in these dark spaces, have heart and see them through. There are no premature endings. There are no wrong decisions. There are only fresh perspectives and new beginnings. This is a love story.”

First released on October 23 of 2023, the game quickly became a hit and received a major free content update, The Pristine Cut, October 24th last year. The plot is that you are the Hero, tasked with slaying the Princess by The Narrator lest the world ends. Armed with nothing but your conscience, named as the Voice of the Hero, and your pristine blade (given you decide to take it with you), you venture into the basement of the cabin in the woods to complete your task. At least, that’s how it should go. The Narrator did not take into account your free will, so you can choose what you do with this supposed damsel of destruction. However, no matter your choices, the first Chapter will always end with your downfall. But when Chapter II begins, you still have the memory of it all while The Narrator seems not to. Not only that, but depending on what choices you made in Chapter I, you gain another new Voice that matches those decisions. Once you get to the cabin a second time, it’s revealed that the interior has changed: and so has the Princess.

“Slay The Princess first began development as a way to fund our long-term project Scarlet Hollow,” says Tony Howard-Arias, one of the two developers of the game. “Visual novels are our medium when it comes to games, but they tend to be harder to market.” Usually, a horror game will have well-animated scenes that can be edited into a trailer to build excitement for the release. “Not only the fact visual novels tend not to be as considered for downloads, but our other project is also still in early access,” he continues, “which drives people away since many games who market themselves in this state have remained unfinished.” Losing money in this way has made those who would buy a game wait until the full release. “Coming back to Slay The Princess, all of the settings and visuals were a deliberate choice to fit with the development schedule of Scarlet Hollow. The setting being restricted to only one place reduces how much Abby has to draw, and the minimal coloring removes many steps from the process as well.” As Slay The Princess was a smaller-scale project, this opened up even more opportunities for features in the game. “There being only two main sets of characters means that adding voice acting was a much more achievable option.” All of this contributed to Slay The Princess being a major success when it did finally release.

Slay The Princess has two genres of horror that it mainly fits into: cosmic horror and psychological horror. While cosmic horror is the title given to media about the incomprehensible or existential dread, psychological horror broadly refers to using one’s mental or emotional state to unsettle those indulging in it. Most of the horror in Slay The Princess that isn’t body horror or gore is psychological, and is deeply connected to the core plot element of a time loop that sends you back to the beginning once you meet a terrible fate at a Chapter’s end. The specifics of how the changes that happen in the next Chapter happen is the choices you make: and there are many possible options. While being able to choose is a very good thing to have, being able to weigh your options compared to each other can also be its own Achilles’ heel. In a study held by Iyengar and Lepper at a California supermarket, they set up two different jam tasting booths at different areas of the store. One had 6 jam options to taste, while the others had 24. The study was meant to prove that having more options increases appeal in the eyes of consumers. The study did prove that statement true, but also proved something else alongside it. Sixty percent of the shoppers in the store stopped by the 24-option stand compared to the 6-option stand’s forty percent, but only 3% of the 60% ended up actually buying any jam. The 6-option stand had 30% of the people who tasted jam buy a jar. The conclusion was that while more choices are appealing, but it makes the consumer less motivated to choose and less likely to be satisfied with their choice (if you wish to know more about this study, visit https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC11111947/). Slay The Princess uses this choice paralysis perfectly, making you unsure of where your choice will lead, but still rewarding you for it nonetheless by showing you something that you would not have seen if you had not made that decision. Just as well, it is a game that can be replayed: you don’t have to miss out on that option forever.

As for my own playthroughs of the game, there are many notable elements. The artwork, as mentioned in the interview, was meant to be simple. Because of the minimized use of color, the parts of the game that do use color pop out much more than they would if Slay The Princess was in full color. The color used the most, other than white and a dark brown in lieu of black, is red for the blood of both the Hero and the Princess. This makes scenes involving combat much more interesting to look at, as the game goes from one singular color scheme to adding another brighter color in contrast. The next part of the game that is notable is the voice acting, with the characters associated with the Hero being voiced by Jonathan Sims and the Princess being voiced by Nichole Goodnight. Each Voice or version of the Princess has a distinct speaking tone, even if they share the same voice with many other characters at the same time. Voice of the Stubborn and the Adversary both have deeper, gruffer voices, fitting their bolder personalities. The Tower has a strong, commanding voice to match her divine theme, while Voice of the Broken sounds downtrodden from how he had been treated. Finally, the characters themselves are compelling in their own ways. Voice of the Hunted acts like a prey animal, a foil to the Beast’s feral hunger. Despite all that, he can fight back in a similar manner later in the route. The Witch is sassy, always firing backhanded compliments your way. Choosing a specific action, though, will cause her to become the Thorn in the next Chapter, who is extremely cautious of you: possibly even to a fault.

The main part of Slay The Princess that makes me recommend this game more than the unique twist on the visual novel formula is its humor. While being categorized as a horror-adventure, something it very much lives up to, this game is also black comedy: it takes situations that are normally no laughing matter and somehow manages to turn them into something that could bring you a smile. In one of the Chapter II routes, The Spectre, you can provoke the chapter title Princess into removing your heart from your chest, still beating in her hand. You would think that the response from your conscience would be to desperately apologize for your misgivings to receive your vital organ back, but Voice of the Hero simply exclaims “But that’s ours!” despite the fact that the Princess cannot hear him. Chapter III: The Cage, starts with even the path in the woods having changed to a bleak, chain-filled wasteland that almost resembles gallows. This sets the tone for a serious set of events, yet once arriving at the cabin exterior Voice of the Skeptic says in his usual tone “Time to check in with the missus,” which is a rather out-of-character line for him. Even The Narrator acknowledges that what he said was odd, replying “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just call her that.” There’s many more examples of this throughout the game, and most of them are my favorite moments in each playthrough.

In conclusion, I would highly recommend Slay The Princess to anyone with a darker sense of humor, an interest in horror, or both. It is an entertaining experience that can be replayed many times, whether to see what you did last time or take a new path with a character you’ve encountered before. While there are plenty of serious moments to speak of, there are also many that do not take themselves as seriously as you think a horror game would. The characters are dynamic, and have distinct personalities that compare and contrast well with each other. Despite all of this game being made in 7 months, it is of higher quality than many AAA games that release after years of hype and development: likely because it was a passion project that the two developers put a lot of effort into rather than a cheap attempt of marketing off of a studio or series name alone. I enjoyed this game, and I hope that you will too if you try it.

IMAGE CAPTIONS: The Princess in question, but how can something so innocent-looking be a threat to the safety of the world?

Above, The Den's gaze pleads with you after you trap her in the tunnel.

Below, The Tower approves your decision of submitting to her will.

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Iron Man 2: Part Three

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

After the press conference, you and Tony headed back to his house in Malibu. You need some space from Tony so you head down to his lab and sit in silence. Tony is dying and there is nothing you can do about it. You promised Howard you'd look after him but how can you when he won't accept it? Thinking about Howard brings you to Steve and how you wish he was here. Thinking about Steve brings you to Bucky and how much you'd give your life to have him here with you. It doesn't matter what you do, you can't ever escape his ghost.

How can you help Tony without knowing anything about science? You know nothing about Palladium or what could it be replaced with. Markus created the serum inside you. Even when he didn't have the Tesseract, he still made you a shapeshifter. You've met a lot of aliens in your day but you never asked to know about their genetic makeup—not even Carol. Bruce wanted your help with his creation of the Hulk but you really didn't know how to help except be there for moral support.

The thought of losing Tony brings back all those unpleasant memories of when you lose the people closest to you. Tony's impulsive and he's the only person who can make him see that what he's doing is dangerous and reckless.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Tony asks when he walks into the lab. In response, you hold up the blood toxicity device. There are no words to amount to how sad you are. "I wouldn't worry too much about it."

"Can't you be serious for one fucking second? Please?"

"Fine! I'm dying. People die, Y/N! You of all people should know that."

"Not you," you shake your head. "Not this young. The only reason you're dying is because of that thing in your chest."

"So, it's my fault we got captured in the first place? It's my fault for having deadly shrapnel in my heart?"

"No, Tony, it's not your fault. It's not your fault you're dying. What is your fault is having that thing in your chest and doing nothing about it. You're just accepting your end when you might have a chance to do something about it. I'm trying to think of a suitable replacement for Palladium, but you're not making it easy for me. It's not like I can go back in time to gather more information. It's like you're not even trying to become better. You're acting out because you think it's the end when it doesn't have to be."

"Look at what you are, Y/N. You're an alien with magical powers. If you don't have anything, what makes you think I do?"

"You remind me of me, Tony. I've been with you and your family for twenty years. I've seen you grow and learn from your mistakes faster than anyone. I may have defeated one person from making a huge mistake, but you've saved millions. If we put our heads together, we might have something. I need you to work with me on this."

"Give me one good reason I should."

"I'm the one that promised your dad that I'd protect you."

"Not good enough."

"In my entire life, I've lost seven people that were practically family. Hell, two of them were. I'm a thousand years old, Tony. Death is kind of in the job description. I bleed death and only seven have made an impact. Eight if you continue down this road. There will come a day when I lose you but it's not going to be now. Please don't make it now."

"What else am I supposed to do?" he sighs, throwing his hands up in frustration.

"For starters, you can keep drinking that disgusting shit Jarvis told you to drink. Then we go from there. Baby steps, but I need you to put in the effort."

"Jarvis, how many ounces a day of this shit am I supposed to drink?" Tony addresses his home system.

His entire computer network fires up and Jarvis is ready to help and to work. Since he's a computer, he came up with this concoction that counteracts the effects the palladium has on Tony.

"We are up to eighty ounces a day to counteract the symptoms, sir."

"Check palladium levels, please," you politely order.

"Blood toxicity is twenty-four percent. It appears that the continued use of the Iron Man suit is accelerating your condition. Another core has been depleted."

Tony plops down in his chair and you grab the small chest that's near his main computer. You open it to reveal five new cores just waiting to be replaced with the one in his chest. Tony lifts his shirt up and takes out the arc reactor. Out pops a rusted and slightly smoking core. It's not good to have this thing in his body, but it's going to take a lot more than you to change his mind. 

He's stubborn, just like his dad.

"God, they're running out quick."

"Yeah, because you keep using that fucking machine. You're not going to live forever, Tony. There will be a point where you'll run out of juice."

"It seems like you live forever."

"I'll die just like everyone else. It'll take a few thousand years before it happens, but it will."

"I have run simulations on every known element, and none can serve as a viable replacement for the palladium core," Jarvis informs.

You hand Tony a new core. It's silver and shiny but most importantly, it shows just how damaging it is to Tony when compared to the one that just came out. He replaces the old core with the new one and places the arc reactor in his chest.

"Jarvis, there has to be something. Even knowing where I'm from, you have to know something."

"Unfortunately not, Miss Y/N. He is running out of both time and options. Unfortunately, the device that's keeping him alive is also killing him."

All around the arc reactor are lines protruding from the device itself. It looks like a digital game of Tetris, but you know it's the poison from the element seeping into his bloodstream.

Pepper walks down the stairs to the lab without knowing what's going on inside of it.

"Miss Potts is approaching. I recommend that you inform her--"

"Mute," Tony cuts him off and the computer switches to the screensaver.

"Tony, you really have to tell her. What's going to happen when you're suddenly gone? She's going to start asking questions and I--"

"Is this a joke?" Pepper interrupts when she walks inside. "What are you thinking?"

"What is it?" you ask.

"What are you thinking?" she sniffles.

"Hey, I'm thinking I'm busy and you're angry about something. Do you have the sniffles? I don't want to get sick."

"Did you just donate our entire modern art collection to the..."

"...Boy Scouts of America?" Tony says it with her at the exact same time.

"You did what?" you ask in shock.

"Yes. It is a worthwhile organization. I didn't physically check the crates but basically, yes. Plus, it's not our collection, it's my collection. No offense," he shrugs.

"No, you know what? I think I'm actually entitled to say our collection considering the time that I put in, over ten years, curating that."

"It was a tax write-off. I needed that."

"Tony, stop," you whisper but he ignores you.

See, this is what you're talking about. He's dying and he feels like giving away all of his shit is better than actually dealing with his problems like a mature adult.

"You know, there's only about eight thousand and eleven things that I really need to talk to you about. The Expo is a gigantic waste of time," she coughs into her elbow.

"I need you to wear a surgical mask until you're feeling better. Is that okay?"

"That's rude," she sighs.

"Yeah, I agree with her," you cross your arms.

"There's nothing more important to me than the Expo. It's my primary point of concern. I don't know why you're--"

"The Expo is your ego gone crazy," you say for Pepper.

Tony's mind is clearly elsewhere because when he spots one of his Iron Man paintings, he picks it up and marvels at it.

"Wow. Look at that. That's modern art. That's going up," he grins and walks to the other side of the lab. You and Pepper make eye contact before following him like lost puppies. "I'm gonna put this up right now. This is vital."

"You've got to be kidding me," you groan.

"Stark Industries is in complete disarray. Do you understand that?" Pepper tries to put this in his thick head.

"No. Our stocks have never been higher."

"Yes, from a managerial standpoint--"

"Let's move to another subject," he shrugs.

He approaches one of his lab tables and climbs on top of it. On the wall next to him is a painting of a thick black line then been sold for millions. You can create something better than that in your sleep but you don't comment on it. He reaches for the painting and Pepper visibly freaks out.

"No, no, no, no. You are not taking down the Barnett Newman and hanging that up."

"I'm not taking it down. I'm just replacing it."

He takes it off the wall and replaces it with the Iron Man painting.

"Okay, fine. My point is, we have already awarded contracts to the wind farm people," Pepper changes the subject.

"Yeah. Don't say 'wind farm'. I'm already feeling gassy."

"Not to mention the plastic plantation tree, which was your idea by the way. Those people are on payroll..."

"Everything was my idea," he scoffs.

"...and you won't make a decision," she finishes even though he interrupted her mid-sentence.

"I don't care about the liberal agenda anymore. It's boring. Boring. I'm giving you a boring alert," he jumps off the desk and onto the floor. "You do it. Excellent idea. I just figured this out. You run the company."

"Yeah, I'm trying to run the company," she sighs.

"Well, stop trying to do it and do it."

"You won't give me the information..."

"I'm not asking you to try..."

"...in order to..."

"I'm asking you to physically do it. I need you to do it," Tony says louder than her to stop her from talking.

"I am trying to do it!"

"Pepper, you're not listening to me!"

"No, you aren't listening to me," she argues in frustration.

"I'm trying to make you CEO. Why won't you let me?" he asks calmly.

"Have you been drinking?" she asks after a moment of silence.

"No, that's just his personality," you scoff.

"I hereby irrevocably appoint you chairman and CEO of Stark Industries effective immediately. Yeah, done deal. Okay? I've actually given this a fair amount of thought, believe it or not."

One of the robots brings him a tray with a bottle of champagne and three glasses on it.

"I'm doing a bit of headhunting, so to speak, trying to figure out who a worthy successor would be. I realized it was you. It's always been you," he says sincerely.

Even though you're not romantically involved with Tony, you feel a ping in your heart at his words. It's always been you. It's always been you, Bucky. You have got to move on. The man is dead for God's sake, and it's been over seventy years. Pepper sits down in shock and confusion, and Tony pours the champagne into the three glasses.

"I thought there'd be a legal issue but I'm capable of appointing my successor. My successor being you." He hands both you and Pepper a drink but you can't seem to take a sip. "Congratulations? Take it, just take it."

"I don't know what to think," she finally says.

"Don't think, drink," he smiles and takes a sip of his own drink.

Will you ever find love like he has for her? Will you ever find love with someone who will last longer than eight years? Maybe if Carol never left, you'd still be with her. Would she still want you? Would you still want her? You haven't had true happiness since Bucky died. Will you ever find it again?

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[potterhead-72]

Avengers reactions to you kissing them (well only a few girls)

Includes: Natasha, Wanda, Yelena,

Warnings: fluff……? Drugs I guess

Natasha

You were unable to sleep and therefore found yourself in the vast kitchen of the avengers compound at precisely 02:37 am

you were making yourself a cup of tea when you heard a noise

you turned around to see Natasha in the doorway

”can’t sleep?” She asked and you nodded

“I’m making tea, do you want some?” You replied and gestured to your soon-to-be-filled avengers mug

she smiled and shook her head

you two stayed in silence for a while, watching your water get heated

once your mug was filled with warm tea you picked it up and started walking towards the doorway

Natasha stepped aside and followed you to the elevator

“That mission-“ she started, you winced at the memory of almost losing Sam

“yeah I- that was a little too close to death than I ever wanted” you sighed and pressed your level

you two turned to lighter hearted conversation while waiting for your level

just as you stepped out of the elevator you gave Natasha a soft kiss on her cheek and walked away

had you stayed a little longer you would have seen the shy smile on her face and her hand reach up the touch the place where your lips had connected with her skin

Wanda

You two were on a mission to stop the dangerous leader of a drug cartel

you had located the leader and quickly stepped into the elevator behind him with Wanda close to you

when he got off, so did you two

he quickly looked around the building before rushing outside and hailing a bus

once again, the both of you followed

“wait!” Wanda said sharply and grabbed your arm

you stopped and looked at her expectantly

“you should follow him and I’ll meet you where ever he gets off. You can tell me over the earpiece.” She suggested

“Good plan” you agreed and nodded your head

Wanda smiled at you and you felt your heart flutter

“oh! Your bus!” She snapped back to reality and pointed at the closing doors

you bravely gave her a quick peck on her lips and then hopped onto the bus

as the bus passed by her you could see her gazing shocked at you and smiling to herself

Yelena

“So this is the white widow?” You jokes and looked at yelena

“I prefer her to the old one.” You continued

Yelena looked at you with curiosity in her eyes

you smiled at the younger sister

“I’m Y/n” you introduced yourself and took a step towards her

“Hi im Yelena.” She said

you were taken aback by her Russian accent

“your accent is beautiful” your blurted out and there were several wolf whistles from tony and Natasha

“thanks” Yelena blushed and looked at her sister

*time skip* you saw Yelena walking around a corridor looking lost

”are you lost?” You asked her and she nodded

“I can’t find the training room” she sighed and looked around the corridor once again

“oh it’s on level -3 the second corridor on the right once you get out of the elevator.” You smiled down at the blonde

“thanks” she smiled and looked at you expectantly

you sighed jokingly and leant down to press your lips against her pink ones

she gripped your hair as you pushed her against a wall

she deepened the kiss

“YN! Yelena!” Natasha’s voice rang out through the corridor

you quickly pulled apart, smiling like idiots

[awaybacktothen]

Today is the last day of my 20s. I've wasted the first eight years on depression and anxiety, and long covid stole the last two and my life as a whole from me. My queue finally ran out a month or two ago after two years, since it's not like I was actually to be able on here, after being here all day every day for ten years. So I guess this is it.

I am utterly and completely exhausted every second of every day, in pain all over my body every second of every day. I don't remember what it's like to feel any sort of rest anymore. I can't move my head a millimeter without feeling dizzy and. My body feels heavy, so heavy, even though I'd actually lost 25kg and I'm not overweight for the first time since high school. I live in a dark room full time and I spend half the day with white noise on cause I can't tolerate the sounds my parents make just living their life in their own apartment, cooking, cleaning etc

I'm deteriorating with every month and there's no way for me to know when the day comes that I'm fully bedridden, fully unable to tolerate any light or sound, fully unable to stand on my feet.

I've watched one movie and two tv show seasons in the last two years as I'm no longer able to watch things, to handle the light and movement, to easily process what I'm seeing and hearing. The last thing I watched was about a year ago and by then I was already struggling to follow the plot, properly process what I was seeing and hearing.

I just can't believe everybody gets to live their life as if nothing ever happened and I'm left severely disabled and will never get to live anything remotely similar to a normal life. I left the house once this year. Everybody's just living, at the very least watching shows and playing games and I can't even do that. I will never go to on a vacation or to a concert or to theatre again and that breaks my heart into a million pieces

Pride month is on, such fun, I'll spend it in bed, alone, for the rest of my life. Hey anybody know of anyone who wants to date me while I can't leave the house and I can't move my limbs much? No? Long covid made me lose every close friend, any chance at having a job, dating, living without assistance. I will now forever be living with my parents, unable to even take care of my room or myself.

I always thought I would one day be on social media a lot less and watch fewer shows and movies because I finally got a life. It never even crossed my mind that I would stop doing all that stuff because any life I had would be taken away from me by an illness.

You just never know if something's gonna happen out of nowhere and ruin your life forever, with no way of things ever getting better, with no way of getting better. You're always hearing about people's lives being ruined by severe illness or accidents. You never expect it to happen to you. I had a 'cold' and now I have brain and heart damage among dozen other things and will never get to do anything besides sit in my room too exhausted and too braindead to do anything. My life is one cruel fucking joke. Do you know what it's like to live knowing this is what your life is always going to be like? Do you know what it's like to mourn your life while still being alive? It's torture.

I cherish every friendship I made on here and I'm incredibly sad I'm not able to continue them. I miss you all. I'll probably pop up here once or twice a year for eurovision or tonys or something (although I don't know a single thing about the nominations this year, not even their names) if I'm at all able to

❤️