#chemtrails real and coming for us 2024?

[gatorize]

tbis is the most ominous looking cloud i have ever seen

[nekoannie-chan]

The book of the dead

The book of the dead

Work Name/Title: The book of the dead.

Author/Artist/Creator: Annie/Nekoannie-chan/SharlotteMayfair

Fandom: Marvel, Fantastic Four.

Ship: Johnny Storm X Reader.

Tags: Halloween Horror Bingo 2024

HHB2024

Any personal tags: Book of the dead, probably end of the world.

A/N: This is my entry to @halloweenhorrorbingo.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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

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The day had started like any other, with Johnny Storm, mocking you as usual.

“Come on, you know all that stuff is nonsense,” he said as he fiddled with a fireball in his hand.

“Johnny, do you really believe that after facing beings from other dimensions and realities, there is nothing beyond what you can see? “You replied, folding your arms.

“It's not that I don't believe in weird stuff, you know I've seen it all,” he said, extinguishing the small flame with a wave of his hand. I'm just saying that cursed books and stuff like that sound like the plot of a bad horror movie.

However, everything changed when Reed Richards led a mission. He had detected a disturbance at an archaeological dig in Egypt. Reed asked you to accompany Johnny to investigate, and although Johnny initially protested, he finally agreed.

As we flew over the dunes, Johnny kept making jokes about finding a cursed mummy or being haunted by some ancient spirit.

“Just make sure you don't light up near the relics, Johnny,” I said with a sarcastic grin. We don't want you reducing something millennia old to ashes.

“Relax, I always have everything under control,” he replied, leaning back in his seat.

Although Johnny took everything lightly, you knew that these kinds of artifacts were not to be underestimated.

The Egyptian sun beat down hard, and Johnny complained about the heat, which was ironic considering he himself could turn into a ball of fire whenever he wanted.

The head of the dig greeted them enthusiastically, showing us the latest finds: a series of subway tunnels that ran deep into the earth. The archaeologists had found hieroglyphs that mentioned an ancient sacred text, and Reed believed it might be connected to the Book of the Dead.

“This place is incredible,” you said as we walked through the tunnels. The texts tell of a pharaoh who tried to conquer death. The book we're looking for could be related to those rituals.

Johnny rolled his eyes.

“Sure, because nothing says 'fun' like a pharaoh obsessed with immortality.

As we moved deeper into the ruins, the walls were covered with symbols you didn't recognize, but which radiated a dark energy. Johnny, who up to that point had been making sarcastic comments, began to get more serious.

“Hey, don't you feel like the air is getting... weird in here? “he asked.

You nodded, feeling how the temperature seemed to drop strangely, despite the heat outside.

Finally, they came to a hidden chamber. In the center of the room, on a stone pedestal, was a book, the covers of which were made of what appeared to be ancient leather, and on them were drawn intricate symbols that seemed to move in the dim light of our lanterns.

“That must be the Book of the Dead,” you whispered.

Johnny approached slowly, inspecting the book with a raised eyebrow.

“It doesn't look so scary,” he said, reaching out to touch it.

“Wait! “We don't know what could be triggered if you touch it carelessly.

“Okay, I'll let you handle it. But if anything goes wrong, I'll light up and we'll get the hell out of here.

You nodded and pulled out a pair of special gloves Reed had designed for handling mystical artefacts. Carefully, you lifted the book from the pedestal. As soon as you did, the air in the chamber seemed to thicken, and a faint whisper filled the space.

“I think we woke him up,” Johnny murmured.

Before he could respond, the walls of the chamber began to shake. The symbols glowed with an intense light, and an icy wind, impossible in that place, rose up around you. Then, you saw it. A spectre, a figure shrouded in shadows, materialized in front of you. Its voice echoed in your head.

[dailydemonspotlight]

Chemtrail - Day 28

Race: Fiend

Alignment: Neutral

April 29th, 2024

Most demons throughout the SMT series are mythological beings, cryptids, historical figures, or just plain demons, but sometimes, they like to experiment. Sometimes, they make demons like the subject of today's Demon Spotlight, Chemtrail- a demon not based upon a historical account nor a religious belief, but rather, based on a conspiracy theory.

The idea of chemtrails originates in 1996, particularly from a report published by the US army regarding the idea of weather modification being used in warfare- as the conspiracy goes, the trails of condensation left behind by jets, known as contrails, are actually lines of chemical agents sprayed all over the public for nefarious purposes by the world elites. Many of these conspiracies blame these so-called chemtrails for things like diseases, mental illnesses, or many deaths around the globe, or even mind control by the elites to keep a populace subservient to their overlords.

Later in the 2000’s, the report was revealed to be a hoax, though many were left unconvinced by that turn, and chemtrails are still a widely held belief in conspiracy-laden circles of the United States. Many debunks have come out to explain what the trails in the sky truly are, that being trails of condensation left behind as water vapor in the jet's engine combines with the dry ambient temperature of the sky, though many remain unconvinced. The belief in chemtrails is surprisingly common, even to this day, though I suppose that is to be expected. You give someone in the bible belt a reason to hate the way the world is without blaming capitalism, and they'll snatch it up like a fish does bait.

Commentary aside, the conspiracy of chemtrails still retains relevance in pop culture, commonly cited as a ridiculous example of the conspiratorial beliefs of many people. However, while I personally doubt the existence of chemtrails, as do many others, the idea does have some credence to it- crimes like Agent Orange have given real weight and truth to the idea of world governments spraying chemicals down onto countries. However, given that this is a literal war crime, I'd hope that the US doesn't do that to their own citizens? But I wouldn't put it above them. Sorry to get a bit political, but it's somewhat unavoidable with this topic.

Segwaying back to SMT, though, I'm more surprised by the fact of the matter that this demon exists. It really just goes to show that, throughout the series, anything can be a demon- whether it be folklore, history, mythology, or anything in between, Chemtrail really feels like an example of both the experimentation that took place during IV, as well as being a testament to how widespread the moniker of demon truly is throughout the series. Anything can be a demon, as long as people believe in it, and that's oddly touching.

I don't know why it's a fiend, though. The idea of chemtrails being a skeleton brings up more questions than answers.

[magnoliamyrrh]

if anyones heard abt it i find project blue beam to be one of my favourite insane conspiracies out there to dig into

bc these ppl dont think the aliens are real, they think theyre a conspiracy for the government to get more money and cover up their tech and a distraction from the important stuff. But Not Only!!!! you see, the reason why the government has been letting this alien shit get out, and why its in so much of the media and movies nowadays, is because theyre conditioning us to believe that aliens are coming

so that. apparently. the international government kabbal can stage a fake alien invasion, using giant projections all over the world (and reflections from chemtrails) which will be super realistic with their high tech holograms, to make the whole world Think that an alien invasion has come! But its gonne be fake! And then all the people will freak the fuck out and the government will pretent to save them. And Then!!!! the world governments will use the holograms to make a fake end times religious rupture happen, in which all the prophets will be projected into the sky to speak to people and manipulate them, and all the worlds people will unite under the One New Religion. Why??? well you see, so that the apparently Evil Marxist baby-eating One World Government New World Order will be able to unite once and for all across the globe, and take everyone as brainwashed slaves w 0 power

.......batshit insane. looove it love it. i love all the different variations of it too because everyone mixed it up with their own conspiracies while yelling that other shit is a conspiracy. anyway according to these people tho, the fake alien invasion and religious rupture will be staged in 2024, next year, so idk. if you see giant motherships all over the world and jesus maybe remember this 🤷‍♀️ otherwise im not exactly placing my money on it lmao

[nekoannie-chan]

Cost

Title: Cost.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America, The Gifted.

Ship: Steve Rogers & Clarice Fong (Friends).

Word count: 556 words.

Square: B1 “Short term gains at a long term cost.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve asked Clarice for help.

Major Tags: Mention of betrayal.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @marvelrarepairbingo, @marvelrarepairs Marvel Rare Pair Round 3 2024. MRP-066.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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

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2016

Clarice looked strangely at the message that had just arrived on her mobile phone; it could only mean one thing, and perhaps all the peace of mind they had had so far could be interrupted.

Clarice arrived at the place at the appointed time. She had not stopped having that strange feeling; she simply wanted to know what was going on. A few minutes later, out of the shadows, Steve came out.

“What's going on, Cap? “she asked, and she could immediately see the concern on his face.

“Clarice, I need your help, rather than that of the mutants in the underground," Steve said in a serious tone, sighing before continuing to speak. “The Sokovia Accords are affecting all superheroes, but especially the mutants; several are being locked up, and you know exactly what will follow."

Clarice frowned. This time the situation looked bleaker; they didn't want to be on the run again, being chased by the Sentinels again.

“I'm with you, Cap, but I'll need more detailed explanations. How can we help?"

“I need to get Bucky to safety, and then we can plan a good strategy to make it clear to Congress that Ross is completely wrong," Steve replied.

“Marcos and John can handle that; maybe they'll need Lorna's help. We could use Esme to convince them.

“No, no powers; it has to be with arguments," Steve asked, still hoping that he could convince them that Bucky wasn't the culprit.

“Cap, sometimes humans can be complicated. No offense."

“What I need is for Bucky to be safe; he's not."

“I know, Esme told us, but you should be careful with Stark; he won't hesitate for a second to betray them," Clarice warned.

“Could you also help me get the evidence?"

“We could try; I can't say for sure."

Clarice made some calls; they had to come up with a plan fast. For all they knew, everything was moving too fast in too short a time, and they were sure that in less than a week, they wouldn't be safe anymore.

“Cap, no matter what happens, just remember that the cost they will have to pay if they make the mistake of approving them will be very large in the future because they will never be able to call or assemble a team in time," Clarice said.

2018

Steve looked around, trying to understand what had just happened. He didn't understand how it was possible that they hadn't been able to stop Thanos; they just hadn't had enough time to put together an effective plan, but it really wasn't their fault.

He turned to look at the group of mutants. He could almost hear them repeating to him what Clarice had told him a few years earlier. He had no reason to feel guilty now.

“How is it possible that they didn't stop him? How are we supposed to deal with this whole mess?“ Ross snapped.

“That's none of our business. A few years ago, someone told me that the cost you would have to pay in the future for approving the Accords would be very high, and so it is. Hold yourself and all those who approved them responsible; since you failed to detect a threat in time, find a solution," Steve said, then stood up and left the room.

[nekoannie-chan]

Run

Title: Run.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Brock Rumlow X Sinthea Schmidt.

Word count: 555 words.

Square: N1 “A locked trunk.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Brock and Sin escaped from Steve.

Major Tags: Locked trunk, mission, mention of Dark Dimension.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @marvelrarepairbingo, @marvelrarepairs Marvel Rare Pair Round 3 2024. MRP-066.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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

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

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Brock and Sinthea were on a secret operation on the outskirts of New York. They had stolen a valuable mystical artefact, which was necessary to achieve the link they wanted with the Dark Dimension. Everything was going according to plan until they got the news they least wanted to hear: Rogers was on to them.

“We have to move now," Sinthea said, her voice full of anger. Brock nodded; his jaw clenched. He knew that taking on Steve Rogers was not something to be taken lightly and would ruin all their plans.

As they quickly packed their belongings, the sound of a motorbike engine rumbled in the distance. There was no time to waste. They ran out to the car parked outside the warehouse. Brock threw the briefcase with the artefact into the back seat and jumped behind the wheel, with Sinthea at his side.

The car started up just as Steve's silhouette appeared in the rearview mirror. The chase was on. Brock stepped on the accelerator, winding through narrow streets and away from the city center. However, no matter how fast they went or what they tried, it seemed, no, rather, Steve Rogers was chasing them.

The road grew narrower and seemed endless. As they came to an old rusty metal bridge, Brock made a drastic decision.

“Hold on tight," he shouted, turning the steering wheel sharply. The car skidded, hurtling down a bumpy, weedy back road.

The sudden movement almost caused the car to overturn, but they managed to keep it under control. However, the situation took a turn for the worse in a matter of seconds and in an unexpected way; the car hit a large rock and lurched, coming to a halt with a high-pitched screech. With no time to assess the damage or try to figure out if the car would start, Brock and Sinthea jumped out of the car and ran towards an old barn they saw in the distance, without leaving the contraption behind.

They entered the barn and found a trap door on the floor. There was no other option so they opened the door and dropped into the dark underground space. They crawled towards a large wooden box, big enough for both of them to hide in.

With the sounds of Steve's boots approaching, Brock and Sinthea slipped into the box and carefully closed the lid. They knew Steve could find them at any moment, but Sinthea managed to spot a small exit, so they had to go out that way quietly while Steve searched the barn. Steve's footsteps approached, and for a moment, they both held their breath. 

They immediately left the place, they cursed, they were in the open, so they were an easy target, they both exchanged glances, there was no other option, otherwise Steve would find them, they ran to the car and hid in the boot. They stayed in the trunk for a couple of hours until they were sure that Steve was no longer around.

It was then that Brock was able to check the car, which indeed wouldn't start, so they had no choice but to walk for a while until they could find another vehicle.

“You know you can't run forever," Brock muttered, Sinthea nodded.

“I know. But today, we survive. Tomorrow, we plan our revenge," she replied.

[nekoannie-chan]

Space travel

Space travel

Title: Space travel.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader.

Word count: 228 words.

Square: 4 “Spacing out.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: A unique travel with Steve.

Major Tags: Fluff.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @eclipsingbingo The Rising Moon Flash Event 2024.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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

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After the snap, you and Steve didn't know what to do. You couldn't stop thinking about everything that had happened. A soft knock on the door brought you out of your thoughts. Opening it, you found Steve standing there, soaking wet but with an attempt at a smile.

“May I come in? “he asked.

You nodded, inviting him in and offering him a towel to dry off.

“Thank you," he said as he dried his hair. "I've been thinking about something. I know it's been hard for all of us. But I've found a way to... distract us."

“What did you have in mind?"

He explained, and you stared at him in disbelief.

“I know it sounds a little crazy," he continued, "but I think it might be just what we need."

The idea of exploring space was strange to you.

Finally, the day of takeoff arrived. The ship was impressive.

Although you doubted that Tony had actually borrowed it, that didn't matter; you wanted anything to distract you.

The sights of distant planets, bright nebulae, and infinite stars filled your senses; you had never thought of seeing them so close.

One night, while watching a meteor shower from the ship's window, Steve turned to you.

“Look at this," he said. "Thank you for coming with me.

“Thank you, Steve; I couldn't have done it without you."

[nekoannie-chan]

The end of the world part I

The end of the world part I

Work Name/Title: The end of the world part I.

Author/Artist/Creator: Annie/Nekoannie-chan/SharlotteMayfair

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Brock Rumlow, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes & Reader.

Tags: Halloween Horror Bingo 2024

HHB2024

Any personal tags: Mention of injuries, zombies, surviving.

A/N: This is my entry to @halloweenhorrorbingo.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish, so I wanna improve my writing skills in English. If you notice any mistakes, please let me know, and I will correct them.

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

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

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Day 1: The beginning of the end

The world did not end in one fell swoop. Chaos spread slowly, like a disease that no one saw coming until it was too late.

It all started with rumors of a new viral strain. No one gave it much thought at first.

You were on a mission at a communications station with Steve, Brock, and Bucky. That night, the radio started flashing with emergency transmissions. The messages were short, garbled, and laden with desperation. Single phrases like “they don't die,” “they're running too fast,” and “there aren't enough of us” began to fill the airwaves.

Steve stood up quickly, while Brock and Bucky were arguing quietly, but when they saw the look on Steve's face, they both fell silent.

“This is not a drill,” Steve muttered. Something serious is going on.

You looked at the three men around you. You knew something terrible was about to happen. 

“What do we do?“ You asked, knowing that you would make the important decisions.

“First, we must secure the area,” said Steve. We don't know how much time we have before chaos overtakes us.

Day 3: The world falls apart

In a matter of days, everything fell apart. Reports of infections were no longer limited to distant cities; they began to come from everywhere. The authorities quickly lost control. 

It was no longer just a viral outbreak. Infected people were not only dying; they were coming back. And the worst thing was that they were not coming back like before. The infected were fast, strong, and, most frighteningly, tireless.

“They don't stop,” Brock said incredulously as you watched a small crowd of zombies crawling through the streets from the window. “They're not afraid; they don't feel pain.”

“They're not human,” Bucky replied.

You were no longer on a secret mission. It was a matter of survival.

“We have to move,” Steve said. We can't stay here. If we stand still, we'll die.

You had decided to leave the makeshift shelter you had been in, looking for a safer place. Supplies were running low, and the zombie hordes were increasing. Every time you looked outside the building; we saw more of them moving in groups.

“What scares me the most is not how long they last,” you observed, looking out the window. “It's that they seem to... learn. They're not like the zombies in the movies. They move faster. They coordinate.”

Brock let out a derisive laugh.

“Welcome to the new world. There are no rules here.

Day 7: The first confrontation

Getting out of the shelter was not as easy as you had planned. You were surrounded by infected, and although you tried to be stealthy, it wasn't long before you were detected. You ran through the deserted, ruined streets.

The sound of gunfire echoed in your ears as Bucky and Brock shot their way through the zombie hordes. Steve was covering the rear, taking out anything that got too close. You ran alongside them, fear consuming you, but you knew that stopping meant death.

You reached a small, ramshackle, cluttered tent, where you barricaded themselves in. Brock, his face covered in sweat and blood, slammed the door shut, blocking it with anything he could find.

“Is everyone all right?“ Steve asked, his gaze sweeping over them quickly to assess if anyone had been bitten.

You nodded breathlessly; you were alive for now.

“This isn't going to hold them off for long,” Bucky said, watching the door shake under the weight of the infected trying to get in.

“So, what do you propose?“ You replied in panic.

“Keep fighting until the last breath,” Brock interjected, reloading his gun.

Day 10: An impossible choice

You had managed to escape, narrowly, but not without losses. Some of the infected had managed to get into the tent, and although we had fought with everything we had, not all of us were unharmed. Bucky had been bitten on the arm, and unfortunately, it wasn't in the metal. You knew what it meant. You all knew.

“No,” you muttered in a broken voice as I looked at the dark bite on his skin.

“You know what you have to do,” Bucky said calmly, though fear flashed in his eyes. “I'm not going to become one of them.”

Steve looked away. He couldn't just let him die, but he couldn't let him become a monster either.

“There's another option,” you said suddenly, my eyes meeting Steve's.

“Which one? “he asked, not taking his eyes off Bucky.

“We can amputate the arm before the infection spreads,” you suggested. “If we do it quickly, we might be able to save him.”

“It's a long shot,” he said. “If we fail, not only will he die, but we'll have a zombie on our hands. But if you think it's worth a try?”

Steve nodded slowly.

“I'm not going to give it up.”

Brock drew his knife without another word, and the room filled with tense silence as you prepared to perform the most desperate surgery of your lives.

[nekoannie-chan]

Don’t go to the basement

Don’t go to the basement

Work Name/Title: Don’t go to the basement.

Author/Artist/Creator: Annie/Nekoannie-chan/SharlotteMayfair

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Brock Rumlow X Reader.

Tags: Halloween Horror Bingo 2024

HHB2024

Any personal tags: Possession.

A/N: This is my entry to @halloweenhorrorbingo.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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There was something strange about Brock, something that had always generated in you a mixture of fascination and fear.

Your relationship began out of mere convenience. But what began as a professional collaboration soon turned into something more personal. Still, there was always an air of mystery surrounding Brock. Something he never wanted you to discover.

One day, after weeks of silence, you received a message from him, asking you to visit him at his cabin on the outskirts of town.

As you drove down the dirt road, the trees seemed to grow taller and the shadows thicker. When you arrived, Brock was waiting for you on the porch.

“Thank you for coming,” he said as soon as you got out of the car.

“I thought we agreed not to make this personal,” you replied.

Brock didn't respond right away. Instead, he gestured for you to come in.

“I need you to promise me something,” Brock said suddenly, breaking the silence as he sat down in a chair across from you.

“What is it? “you asked.

“Don't go down to the basement. Whatever happens. No matter what you hear. Don't do it.

“Why?

“Just don't do it. I can't explain it... but it's for your good.

What could be in that basement that made it so dangerous?

A couple of hours passed in silence, as Brock offered you a glass of wine and you talked about trivial matters. But you couldn't concentrate. Your mind kept going back to the basement. What was it that he didn't want you to see?

The night progressed, and the storm that had started as a gentle drizzle became a deluge. Lightning flashed across the sky and thunder rumbled, rattling the cabin windows. Brock seemed increasingly restless. From time to time, he would cast furtive glances toward a door in the corner of the room, a door that could only lead to the basement.

Finally, after some stilted conversation, you excused yourself to the powder room. As you walked down the hallway, you found yourself facing the basement door. You knew you shouldn't have, but your trembling hand brushed against the knob.

Then you heard it. A thud, like something crawling across the stone floor.

What on earth was that?

Remembering Brock's warning, you backed away from the door. But when I returned to the living room, he was gone. The fireplace was still burning, the rain was pounding furiously on the windows, but there was no sign of Brock.

Suddenly, a piercing scream broke the silence, coming from the basement. It was a scream that resembled nothing human; your body froze.

What was down there? Why had Brock been so blunt in his warning?

Before you knew it, you were back in front of the basement door, your hand on the knob. Another scream echoed, and something inside you needed to know.

You turned the knob and the door opened with a creak. You cautiously descended the first few steps.

You moved forward, forcing your feet to move. And then you saw it.

In the center of the basement, there was a sort of circle of runes drawn on the floor, glowing faintly. In the center of that circle was Brock, but it wasn't the Brock you knew. His eyes were empty, his arms outstretched toward the ceiling as if he were trapped in some kind of trance. Around him, grotesque shadows writhed, dark shapes that seemed to feed on his energy.

You took a step back and tried to call out his name, but my voice caught in my throat.

“I told you not to come down,” Brock's voice echoed, but it didn't come from his mouth. It was as if the darkness itself was speaking to me.

When you awoke, you were alone in the living room of the cabin, the fireplace off and the storm abated. The cellar door was closed as if you had never opened it.

[nekoannie-chan]

Image

Title: Image.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America, Avengers.

Ship: Steve Rogers & Clint Barton

Word count: 501 words.

Square: I2 “Picture of Steve.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve’s plan gone wrong.

Major Tags: Clint saved the day.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @marvelrarepairbingo, @marvelrarepairs Marvel Rare Pair Round 3 2024. MRP-066.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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

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Steve had faced many difficult missions since he had awoken, but none like the one he was about to face. The tension in the Quinjet was palpable as they headed towards the location of a HYDRA lab. He feared they would again encounter a situation like the twins, who had now gone with Magneto some years ago.

The mission was simple in theory: the same routine as every mission, the same steps; nothing was to go wrong; they were simply to infiltrate the lab, retrieve important information, and destroy any dangerous technology they found. However, sometimes Steve forgot that things didn't always go according to plan.

As they neared their destination, Steve couldn't help but feel uneasy. Ignoring his feelings, he went ahead with the plan.

Once inside the lab, things quickly turned ugly. They found that the enemies were already waiting for them and heavily armed, and Steve was overwhelmed by the sheer number of enemies they faced. In a desperate attempt to buy time for his team, he rushed forward, leaving caution and carefully planned strategy behind.

Clint watched from a distance as Steve fought his way through the enemy ranks. He knew this was not going to end well, let alone that they were close to the civilians, some of whom were even beginning to peek out and approach with curiosity.

Clint was not going to allow another tragedy to happen like the one a few years ago, so he took up a position at a strategic point and began to cover Steve, taking out some of the enemies and trying to prevent any innocents from being harmed.

Steve changed his focus when he noticed what Clint was doing. So he started to look for the information they had come to retrieve and anything that was useful and/or dangerous. At the same time, Clint was informing him through the intercom about the situation, so Steve knew they didn't have much time. One of the big difficulties was always when there were civilians nearby; they had had enough problems in the past because of situations like this. Although he didn't understand how they had gotten there, they were supposed to have checked, and they shouldn't even be close.

But even with the targets already in their hands, the team was still in danger. The enemy reinforcements arrived quickly; they were definitely outnumbered, but between Steve and Clint, they managed to finish them off. By the time the civilians arrived on the scene, everything was calm and safe for them.

People started congratulating them and taking pictures with them; many were even praising Steve.

Finally, after a few hours, the team left the site. On the way back to the Quinjet, Steve approached Clint.

"Thank you, Clint," Steve said sincerely. "If it wasn't for you, this whole thing would have ended badly; we don't need any more scandals like we had a few years ago."

Clint smiled and patted Steve's shoulder. Maybe another time he would call in a favor.

[nekoannie-chan]

Problematic training

Problematic training

Title: Problematic training.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers & Brock Rumlow.

Word count: 517 words.

Square: O5 “Train job.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Steve and Brock had a problem during training.

Major Tags: Arguing, thoughts of revenge.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @marvelrarepairbingo, @marvelrarepairs Marvel Rare Pair Round 3 2024. MRP-066.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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

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In the Triskelion gym, the sounds of pounding and dumbbells echoed in the air. Steve and Brock were there training.

Steve was going through his morning routine in a disciplined and structured manner.

Brock, on the other hand, preferred a more chaotic and brutal workout.

While Steve was continuing his workout, Brock was lifting dumbbells with a deafening noise, dropping the dumbbells to the floor after each repetition.

"You can't drop the dumbbells like that, Brock," Steve scolded him. "You could damage the equipment or, worse, hurt someone."

Brock let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Are you serious, Rogers? This is a gym, not a library. We come here to train hard, not worry about furniture."

Steve frowned, suspending his training.

"It's not just about the equipment. It's also about respect and discipline."

"Discipline, discipline," Brock repeated with disdain. "Always with your golden boy lecture. Some of us need to release our aggression to be fit for battle."

"Training isn't just about brute strength," Steve replied, stepping closer to Brock.

Brock dropped another weight hard, causing the floor to vibrate, challenging Steve.

"Maybe your way of training works for you, Rogers. But I train my way. And I'm not going to change it because you don't like it."

Overhearing the discussion, some of the agents in the gym stopped to watch them curiously. Natasha was also training on the spot; she quickly rushed over.

"Stop it, you two!" Natasha spat out authoritatively. "We are not here to fight each other. If you continue, I'll have to report you to Fury."

Steve took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Natasha is right. We need to work as a team and avoid fighting each other."

Brock crossed his arms, looking at them defiantly. He hated having to follow Roger's orders; in fact, he felt displaced since Roger had arrived.

"I'm not going to compromise my training."

Natasha took a step forward. "No one is asking you to. But you could try to be a little more considerate. There's a time and place for everything."

After a moment of silence, Brock nodded slowly as Natasha had again threatened to report them, and that meant they would be spending a few weeks doing desk work instead of going on missions. Other than Steve, the other thing he hated was not being able to go on missions.

"Okay. I'll try not to drop the dumbbells." Brock said while rolling his eyes.

He would probably go train when that pair were gone. He shot a hateful look at the other agents, who looked like they were going to laugh and scoff at the situation. When the pair was gone, he would take it upon himself to punish those who belonged to his team to show who was in charge.

Steve approached to shake hands. Brock forced a smile and did so while also thinking of some way to get revenge. As he wasn't going to allow someone to make a fool of him, he simply had to wait until the time was right, and he would make Steve regret what he had done.

[nekoannie-chan]

Kites

Kites

Title: Kites.

Fandom: Marvel, Fantastic Four.

Ship: Sue Storm & Johnny Storm.

Word count: 241 words.

Square: 4 “Kite flying.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Sue wanna fly some kites with his brother like when they were children.

Major Tags: Fluff.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @marvelrarepairbingo, @marvelrarepairs Marvel Rare Mini Event Spring Fling 2024. SFW Spring Fling Bingo Card #3.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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

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Sue was looking for some things in the boxes they had in the attic, she smiled when she found the old kites that she and Johnny used to fly when they were kids or just wanted to get out of trouble.

She couldn't remember the last time they had flown them, plus the situation that all the superheroes were going through right now was too stressful, so maybe it was time for them to make some space for themselves and get back to the activity they enjoyed so much.

He didn't tell Johnny where they were going, he simply asked him to come along. The confusion was evident on his brother's face when they came to a large open field.

“What are we doing here? “Johnny questioned.

“We're going to have a beautiful brotherly moment, just like when we were little. "

“Don't even think I'll let you turn me into your makeup test model again, you've never been good at that," Johnny warned.

All that makeup always looked bad and Johnny looked awful, sometimes it was even too much work to remove all that makeup.

“No, we'll just do something quieter," she replied, pulling out the kites.

“We're too old for that, aren't we? “Johnny's eyebrow rose.

“And so, you're the life of the party? Go fly your kite," Sue ordered.

A few minutes later they were both laughing as they flew the kites, just like in the old days.

[nekoannie-chan]

The end of the world epilogue

The end of the world

Work Name/Title: The end of the world.

Author/Artist/Creator: Annie/Nekoannie-chan/SharlotteMayfair

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Brock Rumlow, Steve Rogers & Reader.

Tags: Halloween Horror Bingo 2024

HHB2024

Any personal tags: Mention of death, zombies, surviving.

A/N: This is my entry to @halloweenhorrorbingo.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

My native language is Spanish, so I wanna improve my writing skills in English. If you notice any mistakes, please let me know, and I will correct them.

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The march through the forest had been endless. With each step, the silence became more oppressive, while the tiredness and desperation grew in you. Steve was in front, and Brock kept to the rear, making sure no one followed you. You walked in the middle of the guys.

You had left the cave and Bucky's death behind you, but not the nightmares. There was no time for mourning. At every rustle of a branch or the whisper of the wind through the trees, your mind replayed the sound of the infected approaching, their decaying bodies, and their endless hunger.

You had been walking since dawn, hoping to find a safe place. The sun was beginning to set, and with it, our chances of survival were diminishing. You knew that the infected were more active at night. You had to find shelter before darkness set in.

“We can't go on like this,” you said, feeling your legs shaking with exhaustion.

Steve stopped and looked at you, his face covered in sweat and dirt. Brock, though also exhausted, held his rifle steady, ever alert.

“I know,” Steve replied. We need to find a place to spend the night.

Brock nodded silently but didn't look convinced. You knew that at any moment you could be surrounded. In the distance, through the trees, you began to hear the low, guttural moaning of zombies.

“There's no time,” Brock said, raising his gun. “They're coming toward us.”

The sound became clearer, closer. Shadows moved through the trees, and soon you began to see them. A small group of rotting bodies staggered toward you.

“Run! “ Steve shouted, taking the lead. There was no other choice.

You ran deeper into the forest, trying to dodge branches and roots. The moans of the zombies could be heard closer; you knew they would not stop chasing you.

Finally, you came to a clearing. In the center stood an old wooden house, abandoned and crumbling over time. Its windows were broken, and the door hung on a hinge, but it was our only option.

“Inside! “ Steve ordered.

You rushed inside, and Brock was the last to cross the threshold, making sure to close the door behind him. Inside, the air smelled of dust and rotting wood. The floor creaked under their feet. é, trying to calm my breathing.

Steve checked the house quickly, while Brock swept the outside from a broken window.

“For now,” Steve replied, ”but not for long. We need to reinforce the windows and the door.

Wasting no time, you began moving the few pieces of furniture left in the house to rip out the door and secure the windows; at least you would have a few minutes if the zombies came.

You heard that horrible sound as Steve and Brock were reinforcing the last window. The moaning. The infected had found us.

“They're here,” you muttered.

Brock walked over to the window and looked out.

“There are many more of them than we thought,” he said quietly.

Steve walked over to the opposite window. Outside, shadows of zombies moved in the woods, slowly approaching, as if they knew you had nowhere to go. There were dozens of them, maybe more.

“We're surrounded,” said Steve, his tone grim.

“What are we going to do?“ You asked, trying to stay calm, but your voice trembled.

“We do what we always do,” Brock said. We fight.

The first knocks on the door resounded. The zombies were there, pounding hard, trying to break through. The old wood creaked under the pressure, and the windows rattled with each blow.

[nekoannie-chan]

Picnic

Title: Picnic.

Fandom: Marvel, Runaways.

Ship: Tina Minoru X Robert Minoru (Love).

Word count: 237 words.

Square: 1 “Picnic.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Robert and Tina always talk about important decisions on a picnic.

Major Tags: Mention of Jonah.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @marvelrarepairbingo, @marvelrarepairs Marvel Rare Mini Event Spring Fling 2024. SFW Spring Fling Bingo Card #3.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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

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Robert and Tina Minoru decided to have a little date in the park—a picnic. They needed to talk about a very important issue; they had only been married for a few months, and things were not going well. However, a few days before, they had received a strange proposal.

They were eating sandwiches while looking at the trees in the park. Since they were dating, when they wanted to talk about something important or resolve a situation, they always went on a picnic.

“So... what do you think about what Jonah said?” Tina asked, breaking the silence.

“It sounds too ambitious; do you really think there's anyone who can have that much influence?” Robert sounded completely skeptical.

“He sounds like someone very powerful; just look at what he's doing with the Gibborim; I think it's an opportunity we can't afford to waste.”

“Do you think we can finally have the company we've always dreamed of?”

“Sure, he said it was easy; we just have to do what he asks us to do.”

The leaves on the trees began to fall, and Robert began to think that maybe his wife was right; they should accept; it didn't seem like they could lose anything; they didn't even have to lose; they could finally see their dreams come true.

Meanwhile, Tina wondered if it worked out what Jonah had proposed: don't forget to have picnics once in a while.

[nekoannie-chan]

Advantages

Title: Advantages.

Fandom: Marvel, The Gifted.

Ship: Lorna Dane & Clarice Fong (Friends).

Word count: 100 words.

Square: B2 “Last minute addition to the group.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Lorna wasn’t happy with the new addition until she saw the advantages.

Major Tags: New member.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @marvelrarepairbingo, @marvelrarepairs Marvel Rare Pair Round 3 2024. MRP-066.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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

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

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Lorna looked skeptically at Clarice across from her, having already been told that there was a new mutant in the group.

“Lorna," she said, introducing herself, though her discomfort was evident.

“Clarice. "

Lorna was running; if she didn't hurry and take shelter in a good place, the Sentinels would catch her; she couldn't locate Mark or John; the intercom didn't work either; hers was damaged.

“Lorna! “ Clarice whispered as she beckoned her to come closer.

Lorna sighed, but she was surprised when Clarice opened a portal.

It wasn't so bad to have a last-minute addition after all.

[nekoannie-chan]

The open door

The open door

Work Name/Title: The open door.

Author/Artist/Creator: Annie/Nekoannie-chan/SharlotteMayfair

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Brock Rumlow X Reader.

Tags: Halloween Horror Bingo 2024

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Any personal tags: Trap, maybe an illusion.

A/N: This is my entry to @halloweenhorrorbingo.

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Brock had invited you to his house that night, which was unusual in itself. But something about his message had been unsettling. There were no jokes. It just said, “Come, I need to talk to you. It's important.”

Brock's apartment was in an old building; the weathered facade and dark inner courtyard already gave a creepy feeling. You climbed the stairs, the sound of my footsteps echoing through the empty structure. When you reached the door to her apartment, you noticed something odd.

The door was ajar.

“Brock? “you called out, getting no answer.

You knew Brock was not careless. If he had left the door open, there had to be a reason, and none seemed good. You walked in slowly, pushing the door with your hand and looking around. The apartment was dark except for a couple of low lights in the living room.

“Brock, are you here?“ You asked again, this time louder.

There was no answer again. You walked further in, your footsteps echoing on the hardwood floor as you advanced down the hallway. When you reached the living room, you stopped. Something was wrong, but you couldn't identify exactly what it was. Then you noticed

The window was open.

The wind was rushing in, making the curtains flap violently, and filling the room with icy air. You went over to close it, and as you did so, you felt a kind of chill on your back, but not the kind of chill that comes from the wind, but something more... profound.

You slammed the window shut and turned quickly, expecting to see Brock behind me or some other logical explanation. But there was no one there.

“This is ridiculous,” you muttered to yourself, trying to calm your nerves.

You reached into your pocket for your phone to call him, but just then, the sound of something falling to the floor from the kitchen broke the silence.

“Brock... What the hell is going on here?“ You muttered as you approached the kitchen.

The hallway to the kitchen seemed longer than usual; the lights flickered slightly, just enough to make your mind play tricks. You took a deep breath before entering the kitchen.

What you saw left you paralyzed.

On the floor, there was a knife, still vibrating from the impact of the fall. But what really terrified you was the figure in the doorway of the kitchen door. It was Brock, or at least something that looked like him. He was standing motionless, facing me, but his eyes... His eyes were not those of a human being.

“Brock...” you whispered, but there was no response.

You took a step back, your legs trembling, but you couldn't take your eyes off him. You knew it wasn't Brock. Or at least, it wasn't your Brock.

Suddenly, in an unnatural move, Brock tilted his head to the side, like a predator studying its prey. You were frozen, trapped under his inhuman gaze.

“I told you...” His voice finally broke the silence, but it sounded distorted.

“What? “you asked.

“I told you not to come in,” he repeated, taking a step forward, but his body did not move normally but seemed to crawl as if suspended by invisible threads.

You stepped back, stumbling over the kitchen table, but when you looked back to the front door, you found it completely closed, as if it had never been open.

“Brock, stop it! “you shouted in desperation.

But there was no answer, only Brock's figure slowly advancing towards you.