#dog bucky freak version

[bcolfanfic]

not to be a freak but you're one of the couple people i've seen vaguely mention clegan and watersports...going to be really brave and ask if you have more thoughts you'd be willing to share. on the topic.

oh godidduid. the reason ive never elaborated on this is bc im so paranoid a hater from my main blog is gonna lurk me on here and see it and try to start "this girl is a FREAK!!!" discourse over it lmfaogjjgfk. i've been hoping someone else would post headcanons or something and i could just hang out in the replies. but. i will take the fall. putting it below a read more line so people aren't smacked in the face with piss stuff on their dash if they don't want to be.

godddd. the thoughts that have been rolling around in my head for like...months on this topic.

i saw someone the other day post abt gale being the one that wakes up in a cold sweat thinking abt it and yeah i fuck with that.

darling baby gale that's never touched a man before bucky thinking about watching him piss himself and not being able to sleep until he gets off into his hand to the mental image <3

is too pussy to bring it up but. in a moment of divine intervention they're getting hot and heavy one night and before bucky has his pants off he kinda stops gale says he has to pee and he'll be right back.

and gale is SO brave seizes the moment and grabs his arm all flushed and frantic like no no its okay (: its okay (:

bucky was. not expecting that but he's sooo turned on. gets that signature wild bucky grin on his face all okay doll (: whatever you want (:

doesn't take his pants off and they keep making out and grinding on each other half stripped and the longer it goes on obv the more john. really has to go.

starts getting kinda breathless telling gale he doesn't know how much longer he can hold it and gale is on another. astral plane lmao has never been so sex drunk crazed in his life.

grabs his hips grabs his ass to keep him grinding on him whining and begging. tellin him its okay pleasepleaseplease, good boy bucky its okay, c'mon c'mon

and then bucky pisses himself all flushed and whiny still grinding on him while he's going and getting gale wet too when it soaks through and gale busts his pants <3

and eggs john on to finish too calling him a good boy watching him grind in his own piss face scrunched up groaning into gale's neck when he finishes and makes an even bigger mess of himself.

[hauntingmesostunningly]

marvel headcanons pt. 2

hyperspecific headcanons for (more of) my favorite marvel characters!

!! TW: trauma , bipolar disorder , anxiety , ptsd , neurodivergence , alcohol

Valkyrie :

lesbian

they / she

addicted to monster energy drinks

hates animals and thinks pets are for the weak, but then they were gifted a black kitten named soot and soot has her wrapped around his paw.

spoils her adventure cat, soot, to the extreme

has a massive collection of vintage knives

wears black doc martens everywhere she goes

has had a girlfriend for a weirdly long amount of time and is in a very healthy, stable, and committed relationship and she doesn’t get why this seems to surprise everyone

very short but will kill you if you bring it up

top and is VERY protective over her sub

when she was on earth she tried axe throwing and got a bullseye on the first try and doesn’t get why people think its so hard.

deadlifter

can bench more than captain america, they’re gym bros and always compete to see who can lift more.

occasionally drags her girlfriend to the gym to torture her with labored breathing, sweaty biceps and tight bike shorts.

when she first went to earth and discovered target was when she found the true love of her life

Pavitr Prabhakar :

genderqueer , pansexual , polyamory

they / them

has a big crush on hobie

has adhd

is a huge extrovert but is closeted to most of their friends

wants to open a cafe as their job

has a secret passion for baking

uses humor to cover up their trauma

experiences extreme adhd burnout and will neglect spider duties for days on end when they have burnout days but is really hard on themselves for letting things get out of hand

their extended family is toxic and has a lot of issues with eachother so Pavi turned into a bit of a control freak because of their childhood trauma

is closeted to their whole family except their mom, who loves and supports them and uses their correct pronouns

has divorced parents

bipolar

chai fanatic and constantly is reworking their own unique recipe

is a massive fanboy over iron man

America Chaves :

bisexual

is best friends with Kamala Khan and has a crush on her

because of her childhood trauma from losing her moms so early, she struggles with commitment and getting close to people

chatterbox

tries pizza in every universe and is a firm believer that pineapple does belong on pizza

hops around the multiverse but usually crashes at Kamala’s house or at tonys compound

gets severe panic attacks

allergic to dogs

hardcore swiftie

hyperfixates super easily and likes to spew niche details about whatever she’s currently obsessed with to whoever she’s with

she had doctor strange claim himself as her legal guardian and file her as ‘independent study’ so she doesn’t have to go to high school.

only hangs out with other enhanced teens because she’s scared of regular teenagers

Miles Morales :

trans ftm

he/him

has a speech impediment and a lisp

close friends with peter parker (tom holland version)

often forgets that he shouldn’t bind and swing

he’s not formally out to his parents but they suspect it

has dyslexia and struggles in spanish class

obsessed with jurassic park

sometimes gets panic attacks while swinging in a binder because he can’t breathe

gwen is like a sister to him and she’s seen him cry more times than he wants to admit

he’s technically in an after school tutor group for kids with learning disabilities ever since he was diagnosed but he always skips it to go swinging

secretly works at a corner store to save up money for his top surgery and to help pay for testosterone

he hopes to be accepted into tony stark’s grant that supports trans kids and provides funding for their transitions called “the parker project”

Bucky Barnes :

demiboy + gay

has severe ptsd from his time as the winter soldier but eventually agreed under the advisement of his (many) therapists to get a ptsd service dog and is much happier with Radar at his side

is married to steve rodgers

eventually begrudgingly agreed to have 1 kid with steve (using a surrogate) and they ended up having twin girls, Sophie and Claire. and bucky admittedly loves fatherhood and would do absolutely anything for his girls.

lives in a small town in arizona with his family, away from the smelly city.

every month or so, him and his family flies out to visit the avengers at the compound

battled severe alcoholism for years prior but after the blip steve and the avengers held an intervention and sent him to rehab and he as stayed sober since

has taken up a part time position at a brewery despite being sober

Loki Laufeyson :

genderfluid + aromantic asexual

they / she / he

hates all kids except for steve and bucky’s twin daughters, sophie and claire, which she spoils rotten with presents whenever she’s in town

travels full time

shape shifts their appearance depending on the day and what their gender is feeling like that day

will kill anyone who misgenders them

will brutally critique every cafés cold brew black coffee in every town she visits

thinks anyone who doesn’t drink straight cold brew black coffee is weak

is cautious about monetary expenses but eventually caved and got a cat and now refuses to go anywhere without their cat, goldie

doesn’t let any strangers pet goldie when they’re out and about together, instead choosing to pick his precious baby up and say “if you want to pet a cat go and get your own. she’s mine” and then glare until the onlooker goes away

they love going onto wikipedia and editing thor’s page to include all the tea about his poor brothers sex and dating life and to upload horrendous photos of thor onto the page

occasionally stops by and visits Valkyrie so they can go knifing together (competing to see who can throw knives with the most accuracy)

is a january capricorn

has expensive taste and only wears name brands

[themculibrary]

Shuri Masterlist

Bird-Naming (ao3) - aeli_kindara steve/bucky T, 3k

Summary: It doesn’t really matter that he wants it. Being deprogrammed is just as terrifying as being reprogrammed, for most of the same reasons, and a couple new ones besides.

Care and Handling (ao3) - riddering G, 1k

Summary: Shuri observes Bucky amidst the Avengers and she acts.

Forged in Sparks (ao3) - SailorChibi T, 8k

Summary: Being kidnapped by Hydra wouldn't be anyone's idea of fun, and that included Shuri. She had no idea what Hydra wanted with her - or with the scruffy, skinny man in the cell right next to her.

Go Slow Go Slow - Wakanda Princess Remix (feat. Shuri) (ao3) - AllWhoWander (phobean) G, 20k

Summary: Two years after the Battle of Earth, Shuri gets ejected from her lab and crashes Sam and Bucky’s cross-continent road trip.

How Infinity War Should Have Ended (ao3) - Anonymous T, 176k

Summary: I'm bad with summaries but basically Thor killed Thanos with his axe and saved the universe, this is what happens after.

if you find one, tell me which piece i’ve lost (ao3) - BeaArthurPendragon steve/bucky M, 37k

Summary: Her face is warm but neutral—she is a kind person, he thinks, but also a professional. She would not think twice about killing him if he tried to strike. “My name is Ayo,” she says.

He hesitates when he realizes she is waiting for him to respond. He doesn’t deserve the name Bucky anymore. He still answers to Soldat—the way a beaten dog answers to a jerked chain, but it sure as hell can get his attention in a hurry. But that’s no name for a person, and he is determined to become one.

(In Wakanda, two wounded soldiers begin to heal.)

Featuring Bucky & Ayo friendship and a million and one Stucky feels. Fic complete.

Musings of the White Wolf (ao3) - SeleneJessabelle12626 G, 65k

Summary: Wakanda was fascinating place for any outsider, but its people were what interested Bucky the most.

A series of semi-interconnected one shots about Bucky's life in Wakanda.

One Tuesday Morning in Wakanda (ao3) - hantumomo G, 4k

Summary: To help Bucky, Shuri sets herself a dangerous task.

Angst, a not-so-secret admirer, a gender non-conforming AI, and minor goaty shenanigans add to the fun.

out of the strong comes sweetness (ao3) - lunarriviera steve/bucky, bucky/m’baku M, 6k

Summary: When Bucky wakes up again, the first face he sees is Shuri’s.

Peter Parker and Shuri Prank The Avengers Team (ao3) - myheartisburiedinvenice T, 37k

Summary: Peter and Shuri are just adorable and like freaking their friends out with pranks.

Shattered hearts and shattered glass (ao3) - happy_lettuce_leaf N/R, 7k

Summary: Where Tony landed in Wakanda after the snap and meets Shuri, who is overwhelmed. He helps :)

Basically just my version of how they would meet and when and where and why.

take me back (ao3) - jaybaybay T, 47k

Summary: Peter and Shuri are kidnapped by a gang of bandits who demand ransom money for the princess of Wakanda. They’ll soon find out that they have more than one prize in their grasp.

Tangled Up in You (ao3) - SailorChibi tony/t’challa T, 29k

Summary: Sometimes when you meet your soulmate, it's just not the right time.

In the aftermath of everything, T'Challa sets about proving that he really does want Tony.

Technicolor (ao3) - debwalsh, HiMiTSu steve/bucky T, 20k

Summary: Bucky lost everything when aliens attacked New York. His home, his job, his goddamn arm. It seems he’ll have to live out his days alone and depressed, barely getting by in a tiny, crappy apartment.

And then, one day, news about the wealth and prosperity of Wakanda shocks the world. Bucky doesn’t pay it much attention until a job offer finds him. It seems like a joke. Who would want him - a crippled, penniless engineer - to work for them? But the thing is, Bucky has absolutely nothing else to do. So he takes a chance.

And that’s how Bucky comes to meet his teenaged boss (who also happens to be a princess), gets a dream job making gadgets for the Avengers, builds a new life in Wakanda, and last but certainly not the least - meets Captain America, or, as he has a pleasure to call him, Steve.

The Adventures of Peter Parker and Shuri (ao3) - aceschwarz222 gamora/peter, pepper/tony G, 92k

Summary: T'Challa must spend two weeks at the Avengers Compound working on an agreement with Tony Stark in light of Wakanda opening its borders and resources. He brings along his sister, Shuri, who meets the equally nerdy Peter Parker.

Basically a bunch of short, fluffy drabbles about a fantastic friendship between two adorable dorks.

Wolves and Women (ao3) - onethingconstant T, 3k

Summary: In which Shuri has a secret mission, Bucky has a secret hobby, and another little surrogate family is formed.

Or, how Bucky and Shuri saved the future of Wakanda and became the most terrifying sibling act in the MCU.

[unmaskedagain]

Marinette: Iron Man’s Minion: Rising

Over 30 people sent me ask requesting a sequel. I usually don’t do sequels. Its messy and rarely as good as the first. Hoepfully, you like this.

           Tony just sighed at sight four kids and his robot picketing his workshop. Rhodey just looked overly pleased. The sun was had rose. He had just finished up for the day. Only to be met with… whatever the hell this was.

           Honestly, he hadn’t thought they were serious. At least he didn’t think Peter was serious. Peter was the sweet one; 90 percent of time, he followed Tony’s rules to the letter, never giving too much problems.

           …Harley, on the hand, liked to start shit.

“What we want?” Harley called again.

“No curfews!” The other three, Peter, Riri, and Marinette yelled.

           Riri liked to instigate.

           As for Marinette, Tony was certain at this point, she just wanted to see the world burn.

“When do we want it?!”

“Now!”

           Dummy beamed loudly. A little sign in his claw.

           Tony pinched his nose, “I swear to god, Harley.”

           Harley smirked, “He says our sugar intake should be limited. I say we want candy. I say Sugar High and Die.”

“Sugar high and Die!”

           Dummy beamed again.

           Tony glared at his firstborn, “You can’t even eat.”

“Unlimited lab access!”

“Yes!”

“Breakroom for Interns,” Harley sniped. “We are not Avengers. We shouldn’t have to share with Avengers.”

“Not my Pop tarts!” Riri shouted, a big grin on her face, framed by her wild dark curly locks.

           Marinette was having the time of her life, “Death to Baby monitor protocols!” Ever since it was revealed she was Ladybug, Tony put her on the same restrictions at the other teen Heroes. Karen watching her from her new, Stark approved, mask.

           The others went nuts. “Death to Baby monitor protocols!”

           Rhodey looked smug, “Karma.” He said easily. “For everything you ever put me through at MIT; you have to deal with four versions of yourself.”

           Tony narrowed his eyes, “Okay time for the big guns,” He spun around. “PEPPER!” He yelled. “Jarvis get Pepper.”

           The kids looked at each other and braced themselves.

“We will not go quietly into the night,” They all said together. “We will not vanish without a fight!”

“Oh my god,” Rhodey said, looking like a five-year-old on Christmas morning. “They’re doing the speech from Independence day!”

“We're going to live on!” The kids said, dummy beeping with them. “We're going to survive! Today we celebrate our Independence Day

“PEPPER!” Tony screamed again.

           First thing, Tony said when the redhead arrived, “Pepper, the minions are revolting. Do something!”

“Well maybe if you didn’t call them minions,” Pepper suggested just looking so done with the world. She could just barely believe Jarvis when he told her the interns, and teen heroes, were protesting. “And why is Rhodey holding a sign?”

           Tony huffed, “The twerps called him Uncle Rhodey with those big puppy dogs’ eyes. And he went full traitor!” He explained. “Those things should be weaponized. Fix this!”

           Pepper sighed and walked to Harley, the one with the megaphone was usually the leader. She smiled, “Lets negotiate.” This would be easy and over quickly. They were just kids, messing with Tony.

           Marinette stepped forward, “Sure,” She smiled pleasantly. “After our lawyer gets here.”

“You’re what now?!!” Tony shouted.

           Pepper eyed the bluenette approvingly. “Bring it on!”

           Matt Murdock had no idea that when Spiderman called to ask him to his lawyer and defend his rights, that he was talking about Peter Parker’s rights as an intern. He was on the avengers’ roster and most knew he identity. Foggy was confused but elated to test his wits against the force that was Pepper Potts.

           The two lawyers sat across from Tony and Pepper. The kids and Rhodey, who Stark called traitor every time he spoke, sat beside them. They were in a conference room at a large table.

           Matt began, “Our clients have made their requests very clear. Most of which are easy to employ and some would say are their rights.

“Their minions,” Tony stated. “They don’t have rights.”

           Pepper placed a hand on his shoulder, “Never say that again,” She said slowly.

“All employee should have a breakroom,” Foggy stated. “Even interns. It’s non-negotiable.”

           Pepper nodded, “Agreed. They will be given their own breakroom; that Jarvis will ensure only fellow interns will have access to.”

“That means Tony can’t go in,” Peter laughed.

“You little shit!”

“Baby monitor protocols are too extreme,” Matt said.

Pepper pinched her nose. “As a hero yourself, Mr. Murdock, you must understand that we in good conscience cannot allow minors, even superpowered minors, to perform their heroics without proper supervision.”

Riri slammed her hands on the table, “I was a little late for curfew and you sent freaking Thor to track me down,” She said accusing to Tony, who looked completely unrepentant. “Thor. A god.”

“Alien,” Rhodey and Tony chimed.

“I snuck out one time,” Peter glared. “And the Avengers crash a house party.”

           Pepper winced. That had been a PR mess. “Tony will limit his use of GPS tracking provided all parties adhere to the rules and regulations they originally agreed to when they began their mentorship under Tony.”

“You mean when we sold our souls to the man,” Marinette snipped.

“The-The man?” Tony looked flabbergasted. “No! What?”

           The meeting went on for another thirty minutes. It was nearly adjourned when Pepper inquired if there was anything else.

           Marinette looked Tony dead in the eyes, “Karen no longer reports to you.”

           The other kids blinked in surprise before grinning.

           Tony leaned back in his seat, and nodded solemnly, “So its war you want.”

“Oh my god,” Pepper and Matt groaned.

           Foggy and Rhodey looked far too entertained for their own goods.

           Eventually it was agreed that Karen would report that if they were in any danger and agree to disclose if the young heroes were fine or not. Plus any messages they wanted to relay. Pepper didn’t budge on the candy issue; citing parents had enforced a healthy diet rule on the summer internships. Instead, the kids got a pool table to the breakroom and unlimited healthy snacks for the fridge provided at Stark Industries expense. But they would not dictate what the kids bought on their own.

           Marinette had been living at the tower for a month. One morning she decided to make herself her favorite dessert; chocolate and mint AND chocolate and raspberry macrons. She made little over a dozen and had left them in the fridge, a clear ‘Do not Touch’ sign on them.

           When she finished with Tony and the other interns for the day, Marinette washed up and rushed to the kitchen to get snacks so she could start binging watching Batman the animated series. However, when she got to the kitchen, opened the fridge, she saw her beloved snacks gone.

           Marinette eyes narrowed and she hissed. She marched into the living room and saw the plate she had used lying on the coffee table. The avengers sat watching TV. Marinette picked up the plate, “I made macarons for me. I left them in the fridge with a sign that said do not touch. Someone obviously can’t read. Who did it?”

           The heroes shared looks. No one answered.

“I’m not mad,” Marinette promised. It was lie. By the looks on their faces, they knew a trap when they heard it. “I just want to know the truth. I know it can’t have been Tony or Bruce, because they were with me in the workshop. Natasha is out with Pepper. So…”

           Nothing.

           Thor shifted uneasily. Bucky blinked innocently at her. Steve gave her a boy-ish grin. Clint looked vaguely terrified. Sam kept eyeing the window like it was an exit. Scott looked seconds away from calling for back up.

“Oh,” Marinette nodded. “It’s like that. Fine then.” With that she marched out of the room in a huff.

           When she was gone, Bucky sighed, “She’s going to make us pay for this.”

“One of is just going to go missing,” Sam nodded.

           Clint shrugged, “Sorry, Scott.” And went back to watching TV.

“Yea-What?” Scott yelled. “What do you mean Sorry Scott? Why is it me?”

           The next morning, the heroes woke up to find… things missing. Steve couldn’t find his shield. Bucky’s arm was gone. Thor’s hammer was missing and would return to matter how much he called for it. Clint’s was missing his custom arrows were. Sam’s AI redwing had vanished. And as far Scott, well…

No matter how much they searched, they couldn’t find their missing stuff.

           They all arrived back at the living room, wondering what the hell was going on. They figured one of Tony’s cleaning bots had gone haywire… Again. But that didn’t explain how no one realized it happening. Maybe it was Loki. Still they decided to talk to Tony first. Natasha was with him, and thoroughly amused at the sight of the ruffled men.

           The genius had looked confused, “No. My bots are all up to date. They didn’t even clean last night.”

           Thor nodded, “Then it was my brother. I shall have to speak with him at once.”

“Wait,” Steve said looking around, “Where’s Scott.”

           …And as for Scott? Well, he was missing.

           Bucky’s eyes narrowed, “She has him.”

“Well shit,” Clint said. “I was just joking yesterday.”

“I’ll miss the little dude,” Sam whined.

           Tony looked around, “What are you? No!” He laughed. “Marinette? Frenchy took your stuff? You’re the world’s greatest heroes! She is a fourteen-year-old girl, you know that, right?” He chuckled. Lil Dominator strikes again.

“Natasha,” Steve sent pleading eyes to the Spider.

“I’ll talk to her,” The Black Widow sighed, “But she’ll never respect you if you don’t fight your corner.” With that, she left to speak with Marinette.

           Natasha came back ten minutes later looking rather disgruntled, “She said no.” She told them. “Something about macrons and vengeance. And feeling her wrath. I think you created a supervillain.”

“No,” Tony chimed in. “No supervillany anything. Until she’s twenty-one. It’s in the minion’s contracts” He had made sure to add if after they threated to riot of the good grade addendum; anything lower than a B, and patrol is cut. “She’ll stick to her word.”

“Your interns have contracts?” Clint asked.

           Tony just shrugged, “They do now.”

“Let’s all go talk to her,” Steve suggested. “We’ll apologize and everything will good again.”

           This caused Tony to cackle. “Yeah, okay!”

           The heroes found Marinette on the roof with the other interns. The avengers and the minions eyed each other.

           Marinette spoke first, “I want three dozen macrons from the French bakery on 8th street, near Franky’s deli; all chocolate. Then you get your things returned.”

“You can’t just,” Bucky began. “That’s blackmail.”

“Its extortion,” Riri corrected.

“Marinette, how about…” Sam started but Marinette cut him off.

           She crossed her arms, “This isn’t negotiable.”

“Where’s Scott?” Clint asked. “How do we know he’s alright? We want proof he’s alive.”

           Peter leaned toward Harley, and whispered. “Hey, it sounds like they think we kidnapped him.”

           Harley leaned back, “That’s because technically we did. I think we’re a crime syndicate now.” (Peter yelped, “What?!). “Shhh. Just go with it.”

           Marinette pulled out a walky talky, and headed it to Clint.

“Hey Scott, you there, over,” Clint asked into the radio.

“Help!” Scott’s voice screamed from the radio. “Giant hamster. Giant mean hamster. Oh god why?”

“He’s name Sir Grumpy paw,” Riri said brightly. “I have to keep him here now. He tried to take out my mom’s cat.”

           Bucky just looked at Steve, “Can we just get her the damn macrons.”

“No!” Steve said. “We can find Scott and our things.” He promised. “You’ve gone too far,” he told Marinette.

           The bluenette grinned, “Oh captain, I’ve only just begun.”

           Steve stalked off with the other guys trailing behind him.

           An hour later, Thor was missing...

“She took out a god,” Clint yelled. “Anyone could be next.”

Sam used the radio to try and communicate teammates.

“Good spirits, friends,” Thor said. “I shall conquer the vile beast Sir Grump Paws. And return victorious.”

           Bucky was gone by the next hour. “What the fuck is wrong with this hamster?” The greatest assassin in history yelled once they contacted him via radio. “Who taught its fatass how to glare.” It went quiet. “Stevie, I… think it understand English. Shit.”

“Marinette took out the Winter Soldier,” Natasha said with raised eyebrows. “Impressive.”

           Sam went after that.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” Sam just kept repeated. “We’re in a maze. Plastic tubes. We’re running. It’s after us, Steve. The hamster is after us.” It went quiet. “… I think it ate Scott.”

           Steve sighed, “Can you just talk to her?” He pleaded with Tony, “Clint’s freaked out.”

“Can’t,” Tony said. “Contract. Tony Stark cannot interfere or choose sides in an event of a Minions vs Avengers war.”

“Damn it,” Clint shouted. “This isn’t a war. This is an execution. They’re taking us out one by one, man.”

“Shouldn’t have at her macrons,” Tony smirked, proud of his minions. “She knows it was you by the way.” He told Clint. “She knows you were the one to take them.”

           Clint gulped.

           He went missing ten minutes later.

“Cap,” Clint’s voice came from the radio. “We’re going to do it. We’re going after Sir Grump Paws. It’s time. We can’t live like this, not under his reign. That monster has to be stopped. If we don’t make it, just, just… Tell our story. Tell Nat, I’ll miss her. My sister and her kids, they get all my stuff”

           Steve just looked up at the ceiling, and just looked so done with the world. He got up and went to find the interns, “What are you demands?”

           An hour later, he came back with four dozen macrons, a dozen cupcakes, sticky cheese, peppers, and a pound of gummy worms. He sat the goods on the counter. Natasha, Tony, Rhodey, and Happy looked stunned.

“You… surrendered?” Tony asked perplexed.

“Captain America doesn’t surrender,” Rhodey stated.

           Happy shook his head, “You can’t give in, Cap. I know these rugrats. You gotta set boundaries.”

           Steve just shrugged, “Eighty percent of our team is missing. They just want junk food.”

“It’s a good trade,” Marinette said as she led the other interns, including Pepper’s intern MJ and tech Intern named Ned, into the kitchen. She held the Captain’s America shield proudly.  Peter carried Bucky’s arm. Thor’s hammer floated behind Riri, carried by Plagg and Trixx. Harley had redwing and Clint’s arrow. The kids placed the weapons down on the table.

           However before they could grab the goodies, Steve crossed his arm, “Nope. My friends first!”

“Right behind us,” Riri said.

           Suddenly a squeaky voice was heard, “I have vanquished the dreaded foe, Son of Rogers.”

           Everyone looked down.

           In five different hamster balls, were the missing avengers, looking like they just fought a war?

“Why are they tiny?” Tony pinched his nose.

           Mj shrugged, “How else were they supposed to have gladiatorial death matches with a hamster?”

“Oh, of course,” Tony said sarcastically. “Silly me.”

           It took the tiny avengers half an hour to get back to normal. Hamsters were added to the tower’s banned list.

           Fury showed up later that day. He glared at the interns, Stark’s minions; Ladybug, Spiderman, Iron Heart, and WarIron, “I’m here to talk to you about the Avengers Initiative.”

“No, you’re not!” Tony yelled from wherever he was.

           Marinette woke up a few days later; thirsty. She saw it was close to midnight so she decided to rush to the kitchen to get a glass of milk. As she headed to the kitchen, she saw something out the corner of her eyes that had her quickly backtracking.

           In the dining room was Loki, Bucky, Tony, Natasha, Rhodey, Clint, Plagg, Wayzz, and Trixx siting around the table, playing what looked to be poker.

“The girl who tormented by brother and the avengers,” Loki said approvingly. “With a rodent.”

           Marinette nodded, “Deal me in.”

           She’d sleep when she’s dead.

           The next day, Steve and Pepper would both find themselves knocking on Marinette’s bedroom door. One to get an arm back. The other the keys to Tony’s Lamborghini. Only to find Thor already there requesting his brother’s helmet back.

             Gambling with Marinette was added to the Tower’s banned list. 

[fairyhaven13]

Just had to walk away from a conversation with my dad before it turned into an argument; he thinks that Marvel’s Infinity War and Endgame were great movies, and I think they’re crap. They tick me off, and because I can’t go on a rant about it to my dad without making him sad, I’m going to rant on here instead.

Spoilers. Under the cut if you’re interested.

First of all, after the first Avengers movie, we were given a distinct impression. This was a group of people who had their differences, who may never become good friends, but who would stick it together anyways to be a team. The classic “quirky characters bond out of fighting for the greater good.” This is what is known as a Found Family trope. It doesn’t mean that the characters would have seen eye to eye, or even necessarily liked each other, but they would have cared, because they’re family. Them eating shawarma together at the end was a good example of a stereotypical Found Family scene. 

I tried to explain this to my dad and brother, but they don’t understand. They think I mean we should get lots of Slice of Life scenes with them doing chores and playing hopscotch and “boring things.” They don’t understand that a good superhero team movie necessitates a sense of Found Family by the end of it, and doesn’t need “boring” Slice of Life in it at all. It just requires the team to want to stay a team, to want to defend each other and in general have that baseline of care towards each other. A funny quip in a fight scene, a moment of “No one picks on him but me!” 

Age of Ultron implied this even more strongly, with Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch hitting the team where it hurt: in the way they cared for each other, and made them afraid to lose one another. When the kids reformed, they were told that this heroic action was what it meant to be a team, to understand each other and fight for what’s right. This was emphasized with the team once again quipping and joking with each other during the fights, and showing how each one provides a specific strength to save the day.

After that, it was like the directors stopped caring. Team? What team? What Found Family? They all hate each other! What communication, what compromise? Steve goes hunting for his friend without telling his new family what he’s doing, and then leaves the team entirely when push comes to shove, also without talking it out with his new family. Tony is understandably hurt because, A) Steve knew Bucky killed his parents and never even bothered to talk this out with Tony, to give the guy time to mourn and decide what would be the right thing to do, and B) Tony wanted the Avengers initiative to work, he wanted to make it work, and seeing Steve leave tells him that Steve doesn’t care, that Steve wants to give up. And, Steve doesn’t bother to explain why this isn’t true, he just takes half the team and breaks Tony’s heart.

This is never fixed, never given any closure. The most we get is Steve and Tony going back in time to work together and get the Dragon Ball stone, and they don’t at all talk about what happened between them. Steve, the self-righteous hypocrite that he is, will never say sorry.

Steve goes on being selfish in Endgame, when he decides that, instead of stepping up to the plate when the team needed it--when Tony is literally dead--he’s going to abandon these people he’s worked with for years and be with the woman he knew for less than half that time. Dad thought this was sweet. I thought it was ridiculous. Steve was supposed to learn how to move on, how to be a part of this new world, and just like he did with the team before, he quit. He gave up and said it wasn’t worth it.

Second, we have the stupid plot of Endgame entirely. Time travel via Ant Man’s shrink machine. This. Is. Not. How. Quantum. Physics. Works.

You can’t just staple the word “quantum” onto something and go, “oh, it’s related to space displacement, but because it says quantum, it’s also tiiiime displacement!” That doesn’t work! Just because the darn machine can shrink and grow you, doesn’t mean it can magically shunt you through time! After Infinity War, this was the biggest theory everyone had, was that Scott was going to bring time travel into the mix in this exact way. I said, no, there’s no way they would be that stupid. Turns out, yeah. They were that stupid. They said “oooo quantum this, quantum that, poof, time travel!”

It would be one thing if this was a precedent for the series. If they used that sort of crappy, unbelievable reasoning all the time. But, they didn’t. They used much more understandable pseudoscience for everything else, and then they just... didn’t here. They pounded the idea of time travel into our heads because they couldn’t handle the idea that literally any other explanation might be better.

They don’t even bother to try making it make sense. Not at all. “Oh, we have to put the stones back so we don’t change the past!” What about Loki escaping? What about past Thanos and past Nebula being actually dead? And, you know, all of past Thanos’s other kids? His whole army? There’s a GIGANTIC paradox there and the directors do. not. care.

Third, we had so many characters that were cared for, developed carefully, just slaughtered. The worst offense was Loki. He had a whole movie dedicated to his reforming--yes, reforming, dad, stop trying to say he didn’t reform! He freaking reformed! He went from “BOW TO ME” with his fancy helmet and scepter, to “Asgard will rise again, brother!” and using that dumb, fancy helmet as a weapon because he didn’t care about how he looked anymore! That whole movie--Ragnarok--was specifically dedicated to finding Hulk, and reforming Loki to the point where he’d healed from so much of his madness in the previous movies. And, then what do they do?

They kill him like a dog. In about five seconds, with no attempt to defend himself with any of his large array of magical powers. All he does is poof up a knife. A knife. And, then he’s dead. No, I don’t care about the Loki show they’re making, that Loki show is using old Loki, the hurt one who didn’t get that chance to heal. They used an entire movie to heal the new Loki, and then they killed him.

The same goes for Vision and Gomorrah. Vision gets a whole movie where he’s born, and another movie where a chunk establishes his relationship with the Scarlet Witch, and then they kill him. Gomorrah gets two movies showing her growth and learning to love Peter, and then they kill her. What’s worse, is they bring her past version back and act like that’s okay! The past version, who doesn’t know Peter, who doesn’t even like Peter, who didn’t have a whole movie to teach Nebula how to love and be a sister again. The past version, who, according to their reasoning, should have stayed in the past to prevent a paradox! But, who cares about any of that??

Captain Marvel I can kind of get, the actor was only able to be there in the last few weeks of Engame’s production, and this was before her debut movie was made. But, it’s still very annoying how a character with so much buildup ended up with a measly couple punches on past Thanos, and it barely touches him. Why is past Thanos so much stronger than his older, wiser, supposedly more well prepared counterpart, huh?

The only thing this movie did well was Black Widow’s death. That scene was in direct contrast to Gomorrah’s death, and it was to show how, in reality, Thanos didn’t love Gomorrah at all. Clint fights Natasha viciously to stop her, tries to die in her stead, exactly the opposite of what Thanos does to his “daughter.” It was a scene made to show how horribly abusive Thanos was.

That’s it, that’s the only thing I appreciate about this movie. Well, that and squealing when Steve finally said, “Avengers, Assemble” again, when the portals all opened. That was nice.

All the rest of it sucks. I hate it, and I hate that this is where the MCU ended up after I had so much hope for it and its characters. It used to be so good. 

This is why I’m writing a gigantic freaking Fix-It Fic where Found Family happens and nobody dies and everyone is happy. This is why fanfiction even exists.

[stuckonjbbarnes]

Beyond the Yellow Brick Road {One Shot}

Prequel to Season of the Witch

Warnings: Cursing

Pairing: Sam x Wanda’s Identical Twin!OC (Monroe)

Prompt: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road- Elton John

A/N: This is for @sebbbystaaan​‘s writing challenge! I’m so proud of her forever and always! ALSO I Fucking LOVE the linked version of Goodbye Yellow Brick Road ...As always, enjoy.

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When are you gonna come down? When are you going to land? I should have stayed on the farm. I should have listened to my old man.Maybe you'll get a replacement. There's plenty like me to be found. Mongrels who ain't got a penny, sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground...

Monroe can't help her magic sometimes. It just crackles and fizzles and whatever is nearby ends up floating or charging up with static energy. It all seems to have gotten worse though, when Stark brought the Maximoffs to stay with the Avengers. She can't even do magic without someone saying something to her about it.

"Monroe! Would you relax before you electrocute everyone in this damn tower?!" Steve yells, bursting her concentration bubble and causing her magic to send out a shock wave.

"Sorry! Sorry...it just happens." She looks at him sheepishly and then she hears it. Why can't she be like Wanda and stay out of trouble? She watches Steve's back as he turns and walks away and feels tension wrap around all of her muscles.

"MONROE!" She winces, turning to see Stark walk in. "Why is my coffee machine fried?"

"...well Clint wanted to see how fast it would make coffee  if I gave it an energy boost... But then it sort of exploded. But Clint saved the coffee pot and told me you'd be able t–

Tony holds a hand up, pressing his lips together and letting out a sigh through his nose. He carefully sets the melted machine on the table and backs away. Why can't she be more like her brother and sister? she hears him think and her eyes burn.

“MONROE! Get my cat off the ceiling. WHY WOULD YOU MAKE HER FLOAT?!” Bucky is yelling, pulling along a long leash with Alpine floating, sort of like a balloon.

Monroe does her best not to laugh because, in pure ragdoll fashion, the cat is just laying there floppy like nothing is happening. Bucky fixes her with a glare and she coughs away a giggle.

“I..I’m sorry.” She wills the magic away and luckily Bucky is there because the cat drops like a dead weight into his metal arm. You see him wince and know that Alpine shocked him...in fact both of their hair and fur is on end from the static.

“Monroe...leave me and my daughter alone.” Bucky seethes, What a freak...why is she still here?

"Monroe!" She can't catch a break today and she figures it's about time for her to just lock herself in her room.

"Hey! Monroe!" It's Sam, she knows it's Sam but she can't hear anymore about her screwups today, she just can't.

So goodbye yellow brick road...Where the dogs of society howl. You can't plant me in your penthouse. I'm going back to my plough. Back to the howling old owl in the woods, hunting the horny back toads. Oh I've finally decided my future lies Beyond the yellow brick road.

Ignoring Sam's calls, she trudges back to her rooms and spells the door shut before rummaging around the desk. Acquiring a pen and some paper, she decides to make a change. Wanda and Pietro haven't done anything wrong, since they all got taken in... she’s the black sheep. She feels tears pricking her eyes and she leaves the note for the one person she thought might've been her friend. Up until today that is...

SAM, I'm leaving. Let everyone know that I'm sorry that I'm such a disaster of a person. I can't find my center and I can't control anything that happens. This is easier. Tell my sister and brother I love them and that they're gonna be amazing. But I'm replaceable...just a Wanda stand-in. Thanks for being cool and treating me like a friend. ~ MONROE

Throwing some clothes into a duffel, she stuffs in a few books and candles as well..only the necessities. It was time to go, time to be her own person. Time to find her center and find people that actually wanted her around.

With one last look around, Monroe shrugs on a cardigan and slips out of the tower, into the city. She makes it all of 3 blocks before stopping off in a bar for the night. She’s just ordered and about to down a vodka tonic, when a man approaches and sits right next to her, taking her duffel from her and placing it in his own lap.

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So what do you think you'll do then? I bet that'll shoot down your plane. It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics, to set you on your feet again. You know they can't hold you forever, I didn't sign up with you. I'm not a present for your friends to open. This* girl's too young to be singing the blues.

“You gonna tell me what’s going on, baby girl?” Monroe downs her drink before looking at the man speaking.

“I can’t do this Sam.” She finally speaks, signaling the bartender for another as Sam orders a drink.

“Do what? Sit and talk to me?” He mocks offense and she does her best not to smile.

“This. This hero thing. No one wants a freak that can’t control her powers.”

“None of that, baby girl, you’re not a freak.” Sam murmurs, bringing his glass to his lips.

“I zap everyone.” Monroe frowns, taking another draw from the glass.

“Sometimes we all need a little tingle to remind us we’re alive.” He winks, “Plus you haven’t zapped me yet.”

“I ruin people’s stuff...” She tells him about Tony, being passive aggressive towards her for breaking a coffee machine.

“Tony is a billionaire...he can buy fifty more coffee machines. The real question is, how long did it take to make the coffee?”

“3o seconds.” She half smiles when he lets out a whistle.

“You’re like our very own energizer bunny.” Sam chuckles, gesturing at the bartender for another round. “I’m not hearing any reasons that you shouldn’t be an avenger.”

“I make things float...on accident.”

“Alpine! That was you?!” He’s laughing now, eyes crinkling. “A woman after my own heart. Bucky deserved that one.”

“It’s just...better. If I go.” Monroe shrugs, sobering despite the 3rd glass of alcohol.

“Listen here and listen good, baby girl.” Sam turns to her intently, his knee bumping her own. “They care about you...in their own dumbass ways. Do you know how worried your siblings are? Wanda nearly fried everyone’s brains when I told her you left. Tony and Steve both feel like shit and Bucky...he doesn’t really show emotion for anyone other than Steve. But I think he felt bad.”

“I don’t need them to care...I don’t want them to care.” She frowns, playing with her glass.

“Do you want me to care?” He asks, taking her hand from the glass and offering a small smile. “You still haven’t shocked me.”

That’s when she realizes it. Monroe can’t hear Sam’s thoughts but boy does she feel what he’s thinking, understand exactly what he’s implying. She can feel the thrum of the electric current, under her skin...but she hasn’t shocked him. Nothing is floating. Everything is normal...so unlike Monroe. She does want Sam to care. She’s only ever wanted him to care, since she met him. But it seems her magic has decided she doesn’t just want him to care...her sanity...her survival depends on him caring. Sam is her center, he’s what keeps her grounded.

“Yes.”

So goodbye yellow brick road, where the dogs of society howl. You can't plant me in your penthouse, I'm going back to my plough. Back to the howling old owl in the woods, hunting the horny back toads. Oh I've finally decided my future lies...Beyond the yellow brick road.

When the pair stumble into the common area, everyone jumps up at once. Wanda and Pietro have Monroe pancaked into a sibling group hug. While Tony and Steve are patting Sam’s back. But when the revelry dies down, Sam settles onto the couch and Monroe silently climbs into his lap, leaning against his chest.

“I TOLD YOU SHE WOULDN’T GO FOR STEVE!” She hears Clint yell from beside Nat. “You owe me twenty.”

“FINE! But Tony owes me fifty for even suggesting she’d get with Bucky.” Monroe rolls her eyes and closes them, listening to Sam’s heartbeat. He softly strokes her hair, watching his friends carefully.

"But Sam...SAM and not Steve. That's strange." Pietro mutters.

"I never would've guessed." Wanda adds, finally joining the conversation.

"All of you are idiots. She hates Steve." Bucky laughs and everyone goes silent.

Monroe guesses this new family could be okay. As long as Sam was around to keep her grounded. Not that she wouldn’t keep up the chaos. Somebody had to...but now, she knows she has a place where she truly belongs.

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[wkemeup]

I just finished 'i'm with you' and i'm in love 🥺 I freaking love this side of bucky bear mygosh the idea of falling in love with some random-cartwheelin'-metal-armed-puppy-dog at an airport makes my heart swoon and i especially love how its kind of different bc you didnt make much a big deal out of his metal arm and it was kind of normalized here in some way and its really just pure soft charming puppy bucky 🥰 (fuck u jack)

hahah well thank you!! If I’m remembering correctly though, I believe Bucky doesn’t have the metal arm in Im With You, but instead his whole left arm is just covered in burn marks (so its like a modernAU version of the metal arm). But honestly it doesnt even matter because if you want to picture him with the metal arm than by all means go for it!! 😅But I do 100% agree that Bucky is the softest puppy angel in that one 💞

[the--sad--hatter]

Phantom Pain (15)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - Bucky X Reader 

WARNINGS - Bad Habits and Rough Sex, Angsty and Dark AF. 

DESCRIPTION -  Everybody in the world knew of you, but not who you really were. Some called you a vigilante, some called you a criminal and some called you a hero but all of them called you The Phantom. Only two people knew your real identity and they swore to never tell anyone but when The Avengers need to infiltrate a high-security facility, Bruce Banner deduces that you’re the only one who can pull it off. That decision puts you and Bucky Barnes on a path you can’t turn back from, even if neither of like where it’s leading.

Series Masterlist

Chapter Fifteen - The Betting War 

“I bet you can’t piss Bruce off WITHOUT triggering The Hulk.”Tony challenged when he won the coin toss.

“Bruce, Tony dared me to phase through the Shield and I broke my arm!” You screamed loudly.

“WHAT?”

“Oh no, I see a hint of green. Run!”

You and Tony scampered as quickly as you could.

“I bet you can’t get Cap to swear.” You said while you hid in an abandoned meeting room.

“Oh please.” Tony said, strolling out of the room.

You invisibly followed him as he walked up to Cap.

“Cap, I bet princess she couldn’t get you to swear so watch your language.” Tony lied, twisting the truth on it’s head.

“Fuck off Tony.” Steve said without hesitating.

“I knew you’d take her side you gullible old man.”

“Damnit Steve!” You said, reappearing and making the Captain jump.  

Tony clapped his hands loudly in excitement.

“I bet you won’t take the Falcons Wings out for a spin.” He shouted.

“No, bad idea.” Steve said.

“If I don’t, I lose.” You retorted.

“I’ll steal them for you.” Steve said immediately.

Ten minutes later when you crashed through a window you were too proud of yourself to care. Much.

“I bet you won’t help me stop the bleeding.” You groaned, holding up your bleeding elbow.

Tony grimaced as he picked you up and carried you back to the lab.

Halfway through being stitched up, Sam stormed into the lab.

“What the hell? You can’t just steal a mans wings, not cool! I hope that hurts. Actually that does look like it hurts, are you ok?” He said, his anger giving way to genuine concern.

“Tony made me do it.” You pouted, giving Sam your best puppy dog eyes.

“Don’t blame me for the fact you don’t have a backbone. Though you do have an elbow bone, I can see it.” Tony said, retching a bit.

“Puppy dog eyes don’t work on me. I’m immune after being exposed to Cap’s.” Sam informed you.

You added a deep frown to your expression and looked down in shame.

“I’m sorry Sam, I won’t do it again.”

“It’s ok, it was Tony’s idea. If you want to try flying I’ll take you next time.” Sam said, patting you on the shoulder.

Tony snorted and shook his head.

“Ok Princess, you’re all stitched up. I bet you won’t sneak up on Romanoff.” He said and Sam looked afraid for you.

“Damn you Snark. Damn you to hell.” You snapped, getting up and storming away.

“I’ll keep the first aid kit ready.” Tony shouted after you gleefully.

He said you had to sneak up on Natasha, he didn’t say you had to be successful. You went invisible and stomped your way down the hall loudly.

“Will you stop doing that.” Bucky snapped from inside a room as you passed.

“Doing what?” You asked innocently.

“Using your powers for mundane things. It’s hurting you so why are you doing it?” He said, sounding annoyed and walking towards you, reaching out with the Vibranium arm to grab at your invisible arm.

“Ow!” You hissed and dropped the invisibility.

“What happened to your arm?” He asked with narrowed eyes.

“I flew through a window?”

“You’re a fucking idiot.” He snapped and you recoiled in shock.

“Beg your pardon.” You asked.

“I haven’t even known you for a week and I’ve spent most of it worried about you, can you make it a little easier on me and stop putting yourself in unnecessary danger?” He asked, pulling back the bandage to check the stitches.

“I didn’t ask you to worry about me and your feeling aren’t my responsibility. I don’t have to change who I am just because you walked into my life and asked me to.” You told him, yanking your arm out of his grip.

His expression softened and he looked guilty.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I don’t want to change you, I happen to like you the way you are. I’m just sick of seeing you in pain.” He said softly.

“Then stop watching.” You snapped, going invisible again and leaving before he could stop you.

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“Why are you not hurt? Did you fail?” Tony asked when you walked back into the lab and threw yourself onto a chair.

“Friday my love?” You said.

“She succeeded.” Friday informed him.

“Again, how are you not hurt?”Tony asked in disbelief.

“I may have made a deal with the devil.” You hinted.

“Why do I feel like that deal is going to bite me on the ass?” Tony asked.

“Because you are a genius?” You said, grinning evilly at him.

“Alright princess, your turn.”

“Time to end this Snark. I bet you... won’t open up emotionally to one of your team members other than Bruce.” You said dramatically and Tony gaped at you.  

“Oh that’s cold.” He said.

“You’ve got an hour.” You told him, confident you were about to win.

“Hey princess, you’ve been on missions. That makes you a defacto member of the team.”

“Really? Me? You’re going to open up to me?” You laughed.

“You’re basically a younger, less intelligent, less attractive version of me.” He said.

“Great start.” You scoffed.

“And you’re braver and better than I ever was. You were a superhero long before you stepped into that radiation chamber kid and you and Parker are two of the best people I know. I lie awake at night hoping I don’t let either of you down. I made a mistake with the Accords, I thought we needed accountability but I was projecting my own fears onto the team. When we fix my mistake, I want you to join the Avengers.” He said.

You didn’t know how to respond or what to say and just stared at him. He waved a hand in front of your face.

“Ok, want me to pour you a drink and we can forget this moment ever happened?” He asked.

“Oh God yes.” You said in a rush.

He chuckled and wandered off to pull a bottle of scotch and two glasses from a desk drawer and poured it, handing a glass to you.

“Tony, if you ever repeat this to anyone I’ll phase your intestines out of your body and strangle you with them. I know people joke that I’m a young, millennial Tony Stark but the truth is I kinda wanna be you when I grow up.” You admitted, throwing back the scotch with a grimace.

“Well, just to tank you for that glowing endorsement, I’m going to do you a huge favour. I bet you won’t make out with someone in this building, in front of Barnes.” he said, smirking at you.

“What the hell Snark?!”

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You had raged, you had freaked out, you had paced and now you only had six minutes left to kiss somebody in front of Bucky. Bucky, who was currently watching a movie with Sam, Steve, Loki, Thor, Wanda and Vision while Frank reclined on his lap.  

You took a deep breath and walked into the room, waving at everyone who looked over at you. Wanda smiled brightly and patted the seat next to her and you shook your head minutely. You could feel Bucky’s eyes on you but you couldn’t meet them.

You had chosen Loki, figuring he was your best option. He was the God of Mischief after all. You wandered over and sat on the arm of the chair he was sitting in. He didn’t seem to mind and shifted his body to give you more room.

“I need something from you.” You whispered and he looked down at you with interest.

“Go on...” He said lowly, his voice dripping with intrigue.

Your breathing was shallow and rapid, your palms were sweating and your heart was hammering in your chest.

“I need you to...” You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried to get the words out.

“To what?” He asked, smirking at you.

You fidgeted in your seat and wiped your clammy hands on your knees. You made the mistake of looking at Bucky, of meeting his concerned gaze and something snapped into place in your mind.

“Loki knows, he will play along.” Wanda said inside your mind.

You took a deep breath and relaxed your shoulders, turning to Loki with a confident smile.

“I need you to stop teasing me with all your flirting and just kiss me already.”You announced.

“With pleasure.”

The pale god leaned down and captured your lips with his, and even though you were kissing a literal god and a devastatingly handsome one at that, all you could feel was guilt as you heard Frank’s howl of displeasure as Bucky stood up and stormed away. Loki pulled away from you with a smirk.

“I believe you have won the bet, now run along little princess, before you lose something more important.” He said.

You didn’t hesitate to take his advice and ran after Bucky.

“Bucky wait.” You called as you followed him down the corridor.

“How many of The Avengers are you planning on making your way through?” Bucky snarled at you, turning around so quickly he nearly knocked you over.

“I’m not. That’s not what that was. I had to kiss him, it was part of the bet.” You insisted.

“The bet? Your bet with Stark meant so much to you that you were willing to...”

“To what? It was only a kiss, you were one who said a kiss wasn’t that big a deal.” You snapped.

“That doesn’t mean you’re allowed to kiss anyone else.” Bucky snapped.

“Allowed? This might surprise you Barnes, but you don’t own me.”

Bucky’s metal arm closed around your throat and you found yourself pressed against the wall, squeaking in surprise.

“But I do want to own you Domniţă, I have since we met. You crawled under my skin and I can’t get you out and even if your mind rebels against it, you know you feel the same way. You are mine and I am yours.” He growled.

You body was limp in his hold even though he wasn’t actually putting any pressure on your throat.

“Tell me to let go and I will, I’ll release you and walk away. But if you don’t, it means you accept that you’re mine now.” He said.

Two choices, push him away or pull him closer. Your whole body was thrumming with anticipation and your blood was thundering through your veins as you realised this felt right. As terrifying as it was to be held in place by him, no matter how angry he was you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. All you had to do was make one little choice and he would take care of the rest.

You must have taken to long to answer because his eyes suddenly filled with regret and shame and he abruptly released you.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, backing away and holding his arms out at his side.

He was about to leave and that snapped you out of your daze and you made the choice.

“Kiss me.”

His eyes widened for a brief second and then your back hit the wall again and his body was pressed so tightly against you that were pinned in place as his fingers tangled in your hair. His lips crashed into yours and he wasn’t just kissing you, he was devouring you. He was claiming you and without a shred of doubt, you submitted.

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I’m just going to leave this here and run away.... 

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[birdyverdie]

Positive vibes only bitches

seeing a lot of character hate in my dash and?? ew disgusting. so how about a post about why i love all the Marvel characters ey?

Tony: Pure bean nerd, so tired and so curious about the world around? remember that starry eyed look he had in im2 with the new element?? damn. Also do you not see him caring for inanimate objects like Dummy and U? like wow me too. he is so sentimental and cares so much but is emotionally constipated and can’t show it :/ Also just wants the world to be safe and sure, he makes mistakes but Tony Stark never makes the same mistake twice.

Steve: lawless righteous man. Loyal?? to like a fault but that doesnt remove how freaking powerful he is. he tries to do whats best for the team and it shows and he is really careful about everything. also that little weasle tried to illegally enlist his 90+ lbs asthma self to the army? wow. Steve Rogers is literally teaching us to follow ur dreams and one day you will achieve it. also? art goals.

Natasha: black widow queen baby! .like she’s so wary bcuz of red room and it probably still haunts her and she really wants to be a better person. Red ledger? she’s trying to grab a sponge and a hell of a lot of bleach to clean it out. Knows she made mistakes and is actively trying to fix it and is so strong by doing so <3 plus she will steal ur clothes if she likes you and will beat anyone up and it really shows

 Bruce: what a shy lil scientist boy. surprisingly witty and funny? like wow have you seen AoU and Ragnarok? a powerful man regardless of his green. insecurity that reeks across the room but can become so confident so quickly. 7 phds??? damn can you help me with my physics homework pleasE? also is teaching us?? that all things will get better soon and you can do it. Go past all your fears and insecurity because theres a strength inside of you that can be released so easily <3

Clint: what a hecking trickster, probably the super milder version of Loki because he has those™ vibes. honestly just tired and wants to go hope to his family and his dog named lucky. he’s?? so underrated?? and is funny and i really like this character and i hope we get to see more of him/ronin in Endgame <3

Thor: So sweet, like terrifying when he wants to be but such a bright and innocent soul. Definitely the light of the party. Im not gonna lie im really happy they took out his Shakespearean schtick and made him much more relatable and smart. like? “All words are made up” finally!! we can see him for who he really is!! 1500+ year old wise god with powerful skills but empathy. character arc!! used to be a screaming baby with goals of genocide but finally learned the true ways!! and damn if Marvel isn’t all about change. He sees a mess? and he goes and fixes it to the best of his ability

Bucky: haha 1942 science nerd. Legit went to a science expo because he likes it!! he’s also so loyal and confused and is really just tired of war and is filled with regret. He wants to be better and not be a tool. because no more! no more! he got brainwashed first so now he’s going to take control of his life and become the best person he can be!!

Sam: wow?? look at how strong this guy is. his partner died and instead of wallowing and turning to rage he just? decided to help people with PTSD? like thats some major strength right there. he literally is the type of “something bad happens to you? dont let it get you down and help others out” like wow so hecking powerful. quippy sarcastic but well-natured and i strive to be like him!! really underrated!!

T’Challa: Wakan’t do this forever but he tries. he?? took the mantle of King right after his father’s death because he knows he can’t fail everyone else. They need a ruler. And he provides that . freaking best older brother you can ask for, like?? he knows jack shit about Shuri’s references but tries to go with the flow.

Stephen: snark™ king 2.0. do no harm but take no shit. thats literally his character and i love it. really wants to try to find the most peaceful resolution to everything even though he is a major badass and can kill so many enemies so easily. character growth!! like damn he really taught us that it’s not about us. its about the others and it really shows. like wow wheres the love for this guys?

Vision: oh man everyone loves Jarvis and he?? is part of Vision and you can see the Jarvis reeking out. He’s so witty and powerful and damn. Absolute walking computer, you can ask him to play whatever song and he’ll somehow be able to do it. strikes me as a pinocchio kinda guy. i mean a sentient robot in a human world? must be kinda hard to fit in. 

Wanda: powerful goddess like damn have you even seen her?? she’s so angry with the world and with loss but is quick to change her views. she changes and thats all that matters. because people don’t stay the same way. She teaches us that it’s possible to change even though it goes against all of your beliefs. Everything that you stand for. she aims to fix her mistakes and learns from them.

Peter: PUREST BEAN. like so stressed with school, but so responsible. Well....unless you disregard all his missing backpacks. he honestly has one goal and that is to help the people. he’s literally the representation of everything we want for a leader. So capable and he knows it and just tries to reach his potential the fastest and quickest he can. plus vine refrences?? says “more expresso less depresso” despite probably disliking coffee. like damn no wonder why everyone just wants to adopt this kid. 

Rhodey: Will take none of your bullshit, he sees you with negative thoughts or whatever? will tell you that ur so hecking wrong and you better think better of yourself. so positive but so realistic. tries to do what is best and doesn’t let any silly thing like a disability bring him down. He out there ready to kick some ass and he will do it with style, man. nothing can bring him down.

Scott: World’s greatest grandma. have you seen how nice and parental he is with his daughter? like get me a dad like Scott please i beg. His whole characters surrounds around trying to be the best dad he can be to Cassie. He’s also  funny and witty and a goof but a planner. sees something that can help? will absolutely take it regardless if he knows what the hell is going on or not. he knows that people are smarter than him and won’t take offense because heck yeah you go support!! moral support!!

No hate please!! i will block anyone with any hate comments!! i dont wanna hear it!!! i love all the characters so take your hate somewhere else!!!

[literarytrashcollection]

The New Recruit (3/?)

AN: Some major plot reveals in this one. Also, a touch of Brand New Winter Soldier. Let me know what y’all think of it!

I felt sick sitting in front of the same people in the same conference room. Natasha looked almost smug as I wrung my hands anxiously.

“So, why are we here again?” Tony asked, tossing a stress ball in the air and catching it again. The sound of the soft rubber slapping against his palm started getting annoying after the twenty-seventh catch.

“Y/N has something that she would like to share with the group.” Bucky announced, his face split in half with the Cheshire cat’s smile. I wanted to punch him then and there more than I ever had before. How dare he act like a child, getting another in trouble?

“Does this have anything to do with the information you gave us when we first interviewed you?” Steve asked, bouncing a pen on a notepad in front of him. Everyone’s little tics were going to drive me insane. I wanted to make them all hold still. I wished I could suck all of the sound out of the room.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice caught around the lump in my throat. I cleared my throat, once, twice, three times before I finally felt brave enough to speak again. “I never technically lied to any of you.” I started out. “It was more an omission of truth.”

Tony sat forward a little, his face sinking from the bored look into a more serious one. Everyone seemed to be staring at me with some level of distrust or anger, like predators surrounding prey. The kindest set of eyes were Thor’s. He sat in his chair, sprawled back with hands folded over his chest, lips turned up in a slight smile.

“I was born in the late 1870’s.” I blurted after a long time. “December 7th, 1876.”

If Natasha was any more smug, she would have shoved out of her chair and yelled “A-ha!” She didn’t though, thankfully. No one around the table said anything for a long time, each analyzing me with varying levels of distrust, interest and ridicule.

Finally, after centuries of waiting, “So, you’re older than the Cap and Tin-Man put together?” Sam asked, fingers drumming on the table as he did the math. “Maybe not the number of years they’ve been on this Earth, but their physical age? Actually, no, you are older than all of their years put together.”

I laughed a little, a hysterical burst of crazed laughing that ended as abruptly as it started. “Something like that, yeah.” I nodded. I could feel sweat dripping through my scalp and pooling in my pits. My hands were slick with it. I wanted nothing more than a long shower. It had been decades since I had admitted my true age. I was comfortable without acknowledging my age. This was foreign, a sickly feeling that left me feeling hollow and threadbare.

“You’re 143 years old?” Wanda asked, voice tinged with almost awe that I quickly dismissed as her accent.

I nodded again, cringing a little at the number. “I’ve stayed in the shadows. Maintained the opposite of a notable human life. Unless you count the time I spent fighting during World War Two.”

“You told us that HYDRA killed your family,” Steve interjected, voice clipped with barely contained anger. He’d been asking these questions for how long now?

“They did. My last remaining relatives, grand-nieces and grand-nephews who knew me as this eccentric aunt who traveled around a lot.” I met his eyes without flinching. I remembered Cap as the leader of the Howlies. The Avengers were just the upgrade. The modernized version. Same war, different year.

He chewed the inside of his lip and gave me a curt nod. “You destroyed… massive weapons depots. Sometimes we’d be riding up just as you dispatched the last soldier.”

“And I always gave you all of the credit.”

“Why?”

“I never wanted to be another Captain America. If I gave you the credit, then at least the destruction was believable and I could remain safely out of anyone’s cross hairs.”

“SHIELD knew about you, back then at least.” He countered. “What’s to say they haven’t still been monitoring you?”

I flicked a glance over at Natasha. “She’d have blown the whistle the second I walked in.”

Natasha’s face fell slightly. “I’ve read files on you, from Cap’s era. They made it seem like you died sometime in the late sixties.”

“Y/N Y/L/N died in the sixties. I could no longer use the name and have the face I had. My age just wouldn’t match up anymore. I couldn’t play it off anymore.

“So, new identity, for the second time. The first time was in the thirties, just before I got active in the war. All of them homemade, of course. I watched the technological evolution so learning it wasn’t hard, figuring out how to do that for myself wasn’t hard. I couldn’t have any paper trail that anyone could follow. That identity died in the early 2000’s. I changed back to same name from the sixties. Who’s gonna match the names up, the face, the prints, any of it? If I just keep my head down, stick to a menial job, who cares about little ol’ me?”

“Then why join the Avengers if you’re trying to stay out of the limelight?” Tony asked, giving me a nauseating feeling of déjà vu.

“There’s finally a time where my differences will be appreciated, my powers make me useful and looked up to, rather made into a science project or looked at like a freak.” I shrugged, folding my hands together in front of me.

“Why not back during the war? You would have been worshiped the way Steve was.” Bucky’s devilish smile was gone, replaced by a deep set frown and genuine interest.

I looked over at him and felt my skin start to heat up. “Because HYDRA came after me. Or they would. And what do you know? You did. I can count eight different times you were wiped and sent after me after Steve went into the ice. Not to kill, but you almost did two different times.”

Eyes around the room seemed to flick over to Bucky, my comment a reminder of the sheer lack of stability he had from all the fucking around in his head HYDRA did. Tony’s eyes lingered on him the longest, the pain in his eyes clear and deep.

“That wasn’t me,” Bucky said gently.

“I know it wasn’t. It was the Winter Soldier. He just had your face. You always looked so surprised when I told you that we had met before. As soon as I found that you were on my tail, I had to disappear. I already lived a bare life, your constant stalking just made me that much more of a ghost.”

“Did you ever get the chance to have a family of your own?” Wanda asked, voice definitely sad this time.

“No,” I met her wide eyes and saw the empathy in them. “I run cold. It’s like my body is literally frozen in time. Too cold to house human life. Too frozen to even conceive. So I keep my distance from everyone. The Winter Solider was my first partner, in the early fifties.” I said it without hesitation. Bucky’s face turned bright red and I saw Sam physically restraining himself from clapping his buddy on the shoulder.

“Y/N, listen,” Tony took a deep breath and sighed heavily. He looked tired. The fighting had aged him, made his body wary. “We knew you were lying. We wanted to see the honesty, and now we have it. We’re obviously not going to kick you out or anything. Your powers are… incredible. And terrifying. No more secrets, yeah?”

I nodded enthusiastically, my eyes continuing to roll in their sockets for a moment after I stopped. “No more secrets.”

“Good, dismissed.” He waved us all out, everyone getting up and filing out slowly. I stayed in my seat, staring out the window as I urged my heartbeat to slow.

“Lady Y/N, I believe that I might have the answer to some questions I feel you’ve been asking for many years,” Thor said gently from across the room, still lounged in his chair.

“Oh?”

“My brother, Loki, he spoke of time on Midgard during the time frame you say you were born. He told me of a woman of extraordinary power, more power than any mere mortal, and the time he spent with her. It is possible that you are the production of his time on this Earth.”

My eyes widened slightly. “You mean, I’m Loki’s daughter?”

“No,” he chuckled, face split in a smile like a loyal dog. “You’re no demi-god. But, it’s possible that he tested the mixture of some percentage of his DNA injected into yours. It’s possible he transfused some of his blood into your body and that’s what’s causing these extraordinary powers. Your lack of aging could be similar to our extended aging.”

I stared at him for a long time. “Uncle Thor?”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “If that’s the title you wish to use, you may. But Loki is not your biological father.”

I shrugged. “It’s been 130 years since I’ve seen my real father. At this point, I don’t have one.”

West Berlin, 1952

I sat outside a small café, sipping the honeyed tea I’d been given as I watched passersby. I relished in my time in the cosmopolitan surrounded by war and passive-aggressive Cold War penis measuring.

I kept my sunglasses high, the scarf wrapped around my hair hid the majority of my features well. I’d long stopped fighting HYDRA, leaving the work to SHIELD and their agents. I’d moved into a tiny apartment near the trains. I only used my powers within the confines of my home.

“Y/N,” called a familiar voice, in a distinctly American accent. A rock seemed to settle in my stomach and I felt heat begin to crawl across my fingers. I ignored the call, taking another measured sip of tea. “Y/N!” The voice was closer now, memories of dark cement holding cells dredged up with the baritone sound.

I continued to ignore it, letting my eyes wander across the faces in the immediate crowd, trying to pick out a familiar one. I hadn’t made any friends since my move. I’d rarely spoken to my neighbors, the landlord, the waitress tending me. I kept my face down, my voice low. I shouldn’t have known anyone.

The man that slid into the seat next to me made my fingers literally tremble. The barely contained fire burning under my skin seemed to sky rocket from mildly uncomfortable to horribly painful. “No. No. You’re dead,” I shook my head, peering into the ice blue eyes that had once seemed so innocent, another boyish lad sent to a war that he had no business fighting.

“Do we know each other?” Bucky asked. His hair was longer now, tied neatly at the base of his skull. He wore a polished suit of black with a cream shirt beneath it. He was different, in more ways than one. The blankness in his eyes was gut-wrenching, but the glittering metal hand that folded with his flesh one on the table made me nauseous.

“I mourned you with the rest of America when you died.” I hissed.

“I think you’re mistaking me,” he murmured. “I can’t say we’ve met before. I was asked by my superiors to talk to you about a job position we think you’d be perfect for.”

I blinked at him, not that he could tell behind the sunglasses.

“We know about your powers,” he whispered, leaning across the table. “We need a woman of your strength.”

“Do you know that Steve is gone?” I asked. “Are you taking over for him as Captain America? What about the Howling Commandos?”

He barked a laugh that didn’t touch his eyes. “What are you going on about, darlin’?”

That’s when I realized what was wrong with him. Nothing touched his eyes. He’d filled out, much more than he’d been when we’d last met. Not naturally either. I’d seen how much Steve changed after the super solider serum. Bucky’s changed seemed the same. But SHIELD wouldn’t be doing testing like that anymore.

“Who do you work for?”

“A very special deep science-slash-military faction for the government.” He answered, cool as you please. “Your blood would help us create more like you, make your abilities normalized so you could flourish, instead of hide. We could also use your strength in the field.”

“Which government?” I demanded. My skin was prickling. My gut said run.

“We’re the good guys, I can assure you,” he smiled so brightly that I almost believed it. “Let me take you for a drink, we can talk about it more.”

I shook my head. “I’m not interested.” I started to stand but the glittering hand snatched my wrist. He jerked me back and I landed in his lap. A few customers around looked at us, scandalized by our display, but quickly looked away when he pressed a scorching kiss to my lips.

When he broke away, his fingers all but crushing my jaw as he held me close. “It wasn’t an option.” He snarled, voice rough like gravel beneath bare feet, the sound scraping against my nerves.

I gripped his wrist, letting my hand heat up until he released me, growling in pain. “Guess you’ll have to get me first.” I snapped and started running, all care for the people staring after me gone as the Winter Solider chased after me.

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[lurafita]

Petvengers Chapter 2

I just realized that I forgot to post the other chapters here as well.

Read Chapter 1 here: Chappy 1

Again, this is also on Ao3, but I want to have duplicates, just in case.

here is the link if you want to read it on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19139326/chapters/45486811

The Ao3 version has pictures of the pets!

  Bucky & Sam

When Peter had invited her over to Stark tower, so that she could meet Cap's new dog Colonel, and help him brainstorm for the next step of his mission (Ned had also been invited, but had had to decline due to a surprise weekend family trip), Michelle certainly hadn't expected that they would end up sitting cross-legged and drinking hot chocolate on Natasha Romanoff's bed. Said redhead, also known as Black Widow, was sat across from them in her desk chair, sipping on her own cup of the chocolaty beverage.

Her and Michelle had chosen a simple version of the drink; dark chocolate, some milk, a pinch of cinnamon. Nothing fancy and not too sweet. Whereas Peter had doctored his cup with extra sugar, mini marshmallows, whipped cream, vanilla extract, and sprinkles. Michelle was pretty sure that that monstrosity of a drink would cause diabetes in anyone else but Peter. Looking at it alone made her teeth ache.

Hope, Peter's most loyal companion, was for once not curled up, around, or all over his owner, and had instead laid his head on Natasha's thigh, while the former Russian spy was absently scratching his scalp.

"The key to manipulating others is to know what makes them tick."

The Black Widow had found the two teens in the common floor's living room (because even though everyone living in the Stark tower had their own floor, they all somehow gravitated to this one), discussing various ideas on how to get Bucky and Sam into the animal shelter. She had lightly scolded them for talking about a mission in such an open and unsecured place, ordered them into the adjoining kitchen for hot chocolate acquisition, and then corralled them (plus pitbull) down to her own floor and into her bedroom. Satisfied with their new location, Natasha then started to give the teen's a lesson in 'Spy Work 101'.

Peter was devotedly writing everything down, though Michelle had no idea where he had procured the notebook and pen from.

"Every person has a different emotional and psychological makeup and is, therefore, susceptible to different tactics."

She took a sip from her drink. Peter specifically made a note of that.

"So, before you start with your scheme, take your time to study your target. Learn to read them and see the best approach for getting them to bend to your needs."

Peter stopped scribbling for a moment, and looked at the redhead with a frown on his face.

"Couldn't I just do what I did with Steve?"

Natasha raised a single eyebrow.

"Have you heard about the boy who cried wolf?"

Peter nodded insightful.

"Good point."

And then he wrote that down, too.

Since the chance to learn from probably the best spy/secret operative/assassin didn't come by often, Michelle decided to make the most of it.

"Do you have any tips on how to best observe our targets?"

Natasha smirked.

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The first time that MJ and Peter observed the two men, Sam and Bucky were running through an elaborate obstacle course in the Danger Room*.

To be on a more even playing field, Bucky had taken off his vibranium arm and Sam his wings.

"You know, no one will judge you if you just give up. I mean, I will judge you... As will everyone else. But the option is there."

"Please. I'm just trying not to embarrass you too much. I could have already finished if I wanted to."

"You wanna put your money where your fucking mouth is?"

"You fucking asked for it!"

Peter and MJ made extensive notes while the other two sped up.

-

The next time that found the duo alone, they had somehow been ganged up on by the other Avengers into cooking for every one.

"Don't add pepper to that, it's gonna be too hot."

"Oh, sorry, I forgot that people your age have trouble handling spicy food. Want me to get out some prune juice for you? Should I puree your steak?"

"Maybe I should make some extra spinach for you, chances are you will finally put on some muscle, then. How about a glass of milk to strengthen your bones?"

"How about you shut up and give me a hand with peeling the potatoes?"

Since a picture said more than a thousand words, MJ took great care to draw the exact look on Sam Wilson's face when a detached metal arm landed right beside him.

-

The third time saw Bucky and Sam playing Mario Kart.

"I'm not at all surprised you chose the dinosaur. Feeling a special kinship with the fossil?"

"No more than you do with Princess Peach. What with you both being on your period."

It seemed that neither man was even out to win the race, but far more invested in hitting the other's character with an item, or pushing them off the track. When they finally crossed the finish line (after many, many swearwords; it was a good thing that Laura and Clint had taken their kids to visit Laura's parents), the two men sat back on the couch and took a long sip from their beer bottles.

Then they simultaneously turned their heads to the love seat beside the couch. The love seat that was currently occupied by one Spiderkid and one Spiderkid's friend who 'was a girl but not his girlfriend'. Who both had notebooks in their laps and pens in their hands and were staring at the men. Rather creepily.

The two pairs held eye contact for an uncomfortable amount of time.

"Did you two want to play?"

The teens shook their heads.

"You need help with... homework or something?"

Peter smiled.

"Nope, we are good."

The girl waved her hand at the pair.

"Carry on."

-

It was 1:45 am at night when Michelle was roused from her sleep by her buzzing phone. She opened up the screen to see that she had gotten a text message from Peter.

DefinitelynotSpiderman:  Calling in mission report. I'm not getting any new information. Awaiting orders.

MyfriendscallmeMJ: ... Peter, are you currently sticking to Sergeant Barnes ceiling and watching him in his sleep?

DefinitelynotSpiderman: Of course not! Ever since Bucky and Steve started dating, they moved in together on Cap's floor. Not trying to get an eye full of that! What kind of creepy stalker do you take me for?! DefinitelynotSpiderman: I'm observing Sam. DefinitelynotSpiderman: While sticking on his ceiling. DefinietlynotSpiderman: In the dark. DefinietlynotSpiderman: While he is sleeping. DefinitelynotSpiderman: It's super boring.

MyfriendscallmeMJ: Peter, go to bed.

DefinitelynotSpiderman:  Roger that.

-

After another week of close observation (to which the men had by that time caught on and were slightly freaked out by), Peter and MJ presented their findings to Natasha.

"They are like the worlds best frenemies."

Peter had once again made himself a cup full of 'Death by sugar', while Michelle and Natasha were enjoying some very nice tea, that Peter had 'borrowed' from Dr. Strange. (It was part of the training program Natasha had thought up for him to work on his stealth abilities. He had also 'borrowed' 15 single socks from Tony, Clint's fuzzy bathrobe, two pairs of Sam's sunglasses, and just an hour ago, Steve's running shoes. He had so far not been able to slip under the guard of the Winter Solider, and flat out refused to 'borrow' anything from Bruce. Dr. Banner was the god of science and shall not be used for training exercises.)

Natasha, who was at the moment wrapped up in Clint's fuzzy bathrobe, motioned for Michelle to elaborate on Peter's statement.

"They don't miss an opportunity to poke fun at, or insult the other, but even though it may seem as such at first glance, they are never actually hurtful to each other. Mr. Wilson holds regular counseling sessions with Sergeant Barnes, which we respectfully did not intrude on, but are likely about his fighting in a war and other trauma. And Sergeant Barnes helps out with Mr. Wilson's training and helps him to figure out new strategies and maneuvers for aerial combat."

Hope hadn't joined the teens in Natasha's room this time around, as he and Colonel were currently playing with Cooper, Lila and Nathaniel on the Barton's floor, under the watchful eyes of their parents (though Clint was most likely just as excited about having the dogs for some playtime as his kids were. He was fooling no one.)

"Sam has a bit of an inferiority complex, what with both his best friends being enhanced super soldiers, and is constantly trying it one-up Bucky."

Peter continued.

"And Bucky still sometimes struggles with understanding how the present, or in his view, the future and it's course of conduct works. He wants to learn to adapt on his own terms, and doesn't like having these things explained to him like he wouldn't get it otherwise."

MJ finished their report.

"They are both headstrong and independent. They like to help others, but don't like to be in a position where they themselves need help. They are very alike in that. Which leads to everything pretty much turning into a competition between them."

Natasha smiled proudly at them.

"Very good."

They smiled back.

"Thank you, Sensei."

Cue the raised eyebrow.

"Sensei?"

Peter shyly rubbed the back of his head.

"Well, you are teaching us some of the tools of your trade. Which makes you the Obi Wan to our Skywalker. But MJ voted against calling you Master, since that title caters to a patriarchal system. But the female form 'Mistress' sounded a bit too much 'Dominatrix'. So we settled on the more respectful Japanese term of Sensei. But we will totally stop calling you that if you don't like it, Tasha."

He nervously bit his lip as they waited for Natasha's verdict, and even MJ subtly shifted a little in her seat.

"No, I like it. Feel free to use it as much as you like. So now, my prodigious students, after having studied your targets, what have you come up with?"

Her smile widened more and more as the teens told her of their plan.

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 Stage 1: Divide

Michelle found Sam in the common floor's kitchen, seemingly enjoying a cup of coffee. Peter had used the terrible combined powers of his and Hope's puppy eyes, to convince Sergeant Barnes that he wanted to go get ice cream with the teen and dog, about fifteen minutes ago. Which led into the next part of their plan.

 Stage 2: Conquer

She casually strolled up to the table and sat down across from the infamous Falcon. He gave her a welcoming nod.

"Hey there, Michelle. You didn't want to go with the others to get ice cream?"

"Have you ever seen the absurdly sweet things Parker orders? I didn't feel like getting second hand diabetes today."

He snorted.

"Tell me about it. I swear I could feel my teeth starting to rot, the last time he made himself a snack. And by snack, I mean a deep fried mars bar, covered in whipped cream and wrapped in a chocolate chip pancake."

He shuddered at the memory. Then Michelle went in for the kill.

 -Hook.-

"And also, I don't need to listen to Sergeant Barnes rant about your inability to let yourself appear emotionally open or vulnerable."

The man almost chocked on his coffee.

"I'm sorry, what?"

With a casual shrug and a dismissive hand gesture, the girl elaborated.

"I mean, it's not a big deal or anything. We were talking about Hope and Colonel the other day, and how Peter tricked Captain Rogers. Peter thought he should do it again, you know, with someone else from the team. That loser is absolutely certain that everyone needs a pet because, and I quote 'Animals just make everything better, MJ.'."

The statement was followed by her trademark eye roll.

"Well, in the kid's defense, there are quite a few studies about the mental and psychological benefits a close relationship with a pet can have on a person. Especially those dealing with trauma. Many of the veterans I counsel have a therapeutic companion, or emotional support animal, as they are more commonly called."

Sam couldn't help but inject, but quickly got back to the matter at hand.

"What's that about Barnes spouting bullshit, though?"

 -Line.-

The teen across from him shrugged her shoulders.

"He simply stated that something like this wouldn't work on you. Since Peter's ploy heavily depended on the Captain being a 'pushover with a hero complex', and therefore unable to turn away from a 'little critter in need of love and affection'. You, on the other hand, were 'too insecure about your manliness, and wouldn't allow yourself to be seen as someone doting on an animal'. His words."

The coffee cup was set down harshly on the table, as Sam pushed himself upwards.

 -And sinker.-

"He did, did he." He growled. "Insecure about my manliness, my ass. I'm gonna show that bastard... Say, do you know which shelter Pete got the dogs from?"

Michelle easily suppressed a victorious smirk, and quickly typed out the signal message on her phone for Ned to be ready with his camcorder.

"I will show you the way." He nodded in acceptance. "Great. If we come across a shop selling sunglasses on the way there, remind me to get a pair. I seem to keep misplacing mine."

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They had taken Hope to the park first, and thrown around a Frisbee for the dog to chase after and catch. Natasha had told Peter to spend about thirty to forty minutes in the park, and after that approximately the same amount of time at the ice cream cafe, that was conveniently located halfway between the park and the shelter. (What was even better, was that this particular cafe had ice cream specifically made for dogs. So he had ordered Hope three big scoops of the dogs favorite flavor.)

While Hope was happily licking up his cold treat, and Peter was demolishing his triple banana split with extra toppings of everything, Bucky serenely drunk from his glass of frappuccino. The tranquility of the moment was only disrupted by the vibrating buzz of Peter's mobile phone, which he quickly took out of his pants pocket.

MyfriendscallmeMJ: The Falcon and his new companion have left the building. Ned is awaiting your arrival. Initiate phase 'Lonely Winter' now.

-Alright Parker-, he gave himself a mental pep talk, -your turn. Tasha and MJ have coached you through your lines all yesterday evening, you totally got this.-

"So," -maybe put a little less squeak into your voice!- "Hrm, I mean, so... You know, I think Sam is wrong."

Bucky grinned at him.

"Wilson is wrong about a lot of things. But what in particular are you referring to?"

 -Get it together, Spiderman! You can totally do this! Look him in the eye and lie right to his face!-

Peter fixed his stare resolutely on the coffee table and spun his spoon around his now empty bowl.

 -Coward!-

"Just something he said. Me and MJ were talking the other day, you know, about how great it would be if the others on the team would maybe adopt an animal from the shelter, too. I mean, the tower is more than big enough for it, and you can't deny that Steve has been a lot more relaxed ever since he got Colonel. You too, actually."

Bucky nodded to that. He had always had a soft spot for dogs, and really anything with big eyes and soft fur that needed his protection. He was always happy to volunteer taking both Colonel and Hope out for a walk, if Steve or Peter were busy. Just like this morning when he went jogging with Colonel, because his boyfriend refused to leave before he found his running shoes. (He hadn't found them. Bucky could have told him that the kid had them, but he was no snitch. Also, he knew very well that this was part of Natasha's stealth training, and since Peter never took things that held emotional value to their owners, Bucky was very satisfied with silently cheering the kid on.)

"Sam overheard us and said that you probably wouldn't go for it."

The Winter Soldiers eyes narrowed slightly.

"Oh?"

 -Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic! Lie your heart out you french frying licorice!-

"Yeah, like, you know, he was just like 'Nah, that relic wouldn't even know how to handle all the paperwork that comes with adopting a pet. Bet they didn't have that back in 1920. Probably just ran out on the street and took home the first thing that let itself be cuddled.' Well, something along those lines, I don't remember his exact wording (-because he never said that, you lying liar who lies!- ) and he said that you would be way too proud to ask for someone to explain it to you and stuff..."

He risked glancing up from the table to gauge Bucky's reaction, and holy mother of science! If the stormy look on the man's face said anything, he had totally bought Peter's bullshit!

-Whoohoo! Good work, Spidey!-

Feeling emboldened by this, he tried his best to adopt a casual, earnest posture.

"But, I don't think Sam is right. I mean, you know how to file your taxes and stuff, and I'm pretty sure that more than half the people in New York don't know how to do that correctly. Tony always just lets Pepper handle them. And besides, you are totally awesome with Hope and Colonel, and I don't think you would let something like pride stand in your way if you wanted to adopt a pet."

Another quick glance at the Sergeant revealed a mix of fondness, contemplation, and determination.

"You know what, kid? How about we make a little detour to that shelter of yours and show Sam how very, stupidly wrong he is?"

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Ned had opted out of accompanying the now foursome back to the tower, as he wanted to save the new video he had made to the file he had on his computer at home. Bucky had either not cared about Peter's friend filming him, while he went through the process of adopting an animal, or hadn't realized that he had been the sole focus of the camera.

When they entered the common floor, Hope tiredly trotting over to where Colonel had laid himself down beside the love seat, they were greeted by the sight of Steve, Sam, Michelle, Natasha and Pepper readying the room for a movie night.

Peter quickly ran over to Pepper and took two of the three huge bowls of chips she was trying to balance.

"Thank you, sweetie."

"No problem. Where are the others?"

Steve answered, setting down two huge jugs of iced fruit tea on the table.

"Clint and Laura are making sure that Cooper and Lila have finished their homework before we start with the movie. Bruce wanted to go over the latest results of some kind of experiment he was running one more time, but promised to be here in half an hour at the latest. May had to fill in for a colleague, and said to tell you to eat something healthy before you stuffed yourself with junk food. Speaking of which, here."

Steve had somehow procured a plate with steamed vegetables and some rice out of nowhere, and was shoving it into Peter's hands.

The younger looked at the food suspiciously.

"Did Aunt May make this before she left?"

Steve smirked.

"No. She tried her hand on a casserole... the smell was a little... pungent, to put it mildly. And Colonel kinda buried it in the flower field on the terrace. So I whipped this up for you."

Then he held out a fork for Peter to take, while the teen smiled in relief.

"Thanks Cap!"

He quickly sat down next to MJ and Natasha and began to eat.

"Where's dad?"

Pepper laughed lightly.

"He is busy disassembling the dryer. Said the machine keeps eating his left socks. How he figures they are his left ones is beyond me, though."

Natasha helpfully slapped Peter on his back, as he valiantly tried to not choke on his food.

Sam and Bucky meanwhile, had kind of squared up against each other, both standing opposite the other, with about three feet between them, and fixing the other with a snarky, triumphant kind of expression.

Sam broke the silence first.

"So, finally made it back, did you? Did the kid and the dog have to slow down for old man Barnes?"

"We took the scenic route, something you wouldn't know about, having so little stamina."

Then, as if they had planned it, Sam whistled sharply at the same time that Bucky stuck his hand in his hoodie pocket.

The human hand came out holding a little raccoon securely in its grasp.

"This is Arthur. He can't be returned to the wild, because one of his hind legs got stuck in a trap and they had to amputate it. And just so you know, I had no problems at all filling out his adoption forms."

At the same time a white cockatoo came flying into the room and landed on Sam's shoulder.

"This is Eames. He used to belong to a very ill mannered Londoner, and randomly spouts British swearwords, which is why no one wanted to adopt him. We bonded over calling you a bloody bastard." The "Bloody Bastard" was directly repeated by Eames. Sam smiled at his bird. "See? And for your information, I have no trouble at all with showing my emotional side."

The two stared at each other for a moment, processing what had been said.

"Why would I want to know that you filled out his papers by yourself?"

"Why would I care that you are not afraid to show your feelings?"

A stretch of silence followed, as everyone in the room was now staring at the two men and their new pets. Then, again creepily in sync, both men turned their gazes to the couch where two teenagers and one redheaded super spy were sitting.

"Pete..."

"Michelle..."

Natasha helpfully took hold of Peter's plate as the two teens stood up from the couch, quickly bowed to her, "Thank you, Sensei.", and then ran out of the room like the hounds of hell were behind them.

[kittyboones]

Sage Holland Drage - Bully Self-Insert

This is my Self-Insert for Bully/Canis Canem Edit! I made the art myself and would appreciate if you didn’t use it! The Template was created by Silkvale and it can be found here! I added an extra, maybe not as necessary category in the Hot Encounters category, just for fun!! And I added a few teachers! This is the finished version of this OC/self-insert! if you want to see previous versions, please go through this tag to see previous versions!

If you are interested in reading the current info about my Bully Self-Insert, please read under the cut!

Biographical Information Full Name [& Pronunciation] - Sage Holland Drage ( S AI J ) ( H AW - l uh n d ) ( d r ai j ) Meaning - Herb or Prophet, Ridgeland, Dragon Set Age - 14-15 Certified Birthdate - 12 January 1992 (not my real birth year, but shh) Astrological Sign -  Capricorn Pronouns - They/them or He/Him Aliases & Preferred Nicknames –   Dumbbell - Sage might not actually like the nickname, but Mandy WIles insist    on calling Sage it whenever Mandy sees Sage, so Sage is kind of used to this  nickname   Dragon - As some people may not be able to pronounce Sage’s surname,          Sage just call themselves Dragon to make it easier for everyone.   Ms. Shy - Even though Sage prefers to go by he/him or they/them pronouns,    people insist on calling them ms, and many people consider them shy because of how they seem terrified of new people. This nickname was first given by          Gord Vendome.   Puppy - A nickname Sage got from Kirby Olsen, that they claim matches their general personality and as Kirby claims, matches the fact Sage has puppy eyes ‘that could melt the coldest of hearts’.   Handsome Holland - because of an incident with the greasers, Ricky started calling Sage handsome and man does Sage blush every damn time   Dragonborn – Because of Sage secretly is a bit of a nerd, they obtained this nickname from the nerds when they found out they enjoyed roleplaying games like   Freddie Mercury - Mostly because of how much of a drama queen Sage can act like when they feel like it, some of the Preps have realized Sage fit the description of Bullworth’s Freddie Mercury and maybe it’s because of the fact that Sage, just like Mr Mercury, is Bisexual   Posh Spice – Maybe it’s because of how posh and ladylike Sage gets when they are dressed extremely nicely, or maybe it’s because of how Sage is not such an innocent girl like Victoria sang herself back in 2001 Ethnicities  Distant Descendants : American, British, Italian Dominant Descendants : Norwegian, Swedish, Danish Physical Description  Hair Color - Brown Eye Color - Blue Weight –  Height -  Typical Clothing Wear :  Maroon or pink vest, purple skirt, blue bow, purple bow, pink shoes - School   uniform  Pink silk dress and blonde wig - Halloween costume, that is supposed to   resemble Carrie White from the movie Carrie  Faux fur coat, faux fur ushanka - Winter attire  Plaid pink pyjama pants, striped yellow and black crop top - Pyjamas Figure/Build -  Distinguishing Features/Scars/ or Birthmarks – A mole just over their lip Explain:  Tattoos:  Piercings:  Frequently Worn Jewelry: Choker belt around their neck Personal Information  Current Living Arrangements - Sage currently lives with five of their American relatives, but also they technically live at Bullworth, in the girl’s dorm Originated from - Norway Travelled Territories -  Hobbies -   Fears – Spiders, snakes, insects, heights, scarecrows, most of the jocks Religion/Beliefs – Atheist Why?: Sage grew up in an atheist family, as simple as that. Health Behaviors  Physical Ailments/ Disabilities/ Issues –  Addiction(s) [Sex, Drugs, Smoking, Alcohol, Other] As stupid as it sounds, Sage is kind of addicted to eating sugar icing. Why?:  Any regular medication taken? – Medication for their Iron Deficiency and for their Hives Chronological Information  Profession - Student Likes -  Dislikes -  Goals/Ambitions –  Most Instructive/Painful/Memorable Experience -  Story behind experience:  Weapons/Equipment - Sage mostly fights using their hands but can use a baseball if they need to. Personal Attributes  Personality -  Strengths -  Weaknesses -  Good Habits -  Bad Habits -  Fetishes/Strange Behaviors -  Stereotype - Shy kid with few friends As you know them better(and you like them) :  As you know them better(and you hate them) :   Ratings on Personal Qualities  Physical Strength : 4/10 Sage might not regularly train, but surprisingly Sage is stronger than they seem Attractive : 5/10 Sage doesn’t consider themselves the most beautiful and mostly blames it upon their parents and grandparents for how they look Honesty : 7/10 Sage hates lying in general, but still does lie if they need to. Rule Abiding : 3/10  Sage thinks certain rules are to be broken and others are to be broken. Sociability : 3/10  Sage is quite shy when it comes to meeting new people, but if they muster up enough confidence they can make new friends. Bullworth Academy Information  Reason for enrolling: Sage has lacked disiplince and Sage’s parents had relatives that lived close Bullworth, so they decided on sending them to a Clique -  Standing and Rank in Social Circle  - Room Number – 4 Roommate(s)-  Zoe Taylor & Beatrice Trudeau Favourite Subject(s) – English,  & Art Why?: Sage loves English because they’ve felt so motivated and  Least Favorite Subject(s) –  Why?:  Favourite Teacher – Mr. Galloway & Mrs. Philips Why?:  Mr. Galloway - Sage takes a liking to Mr. Galloway, mostly because he encouraged and gave Sage a warm welcome to the school, during Sage’s first day at Bullworth Mrs. Philips - Sage got a few compliments Least Favorite Teacher –  Mr. Slawter Why?: Sage is quite afraid of Mr. Slawter, mostly because he yelled at Sage during their first class Knowledgeability  Language(s) – Norwegian, English Schooling Level - Grade 8-9, Expertise –  Chemistry –   Math –   English  –   Geography – low / Sage knows a few things, like where certain European countries are, but after that, nothing more Politics/Law – low / Sage doesn’t really find any reason to take interest in politics and doesn’t really understand it Economy –   Cooking/Culinary –   Shop –   Botany/Biology –   Mythology – high / Sage knows a lot about Norrøn Mythology and enjoys learning more and more about it Art – high / Sage highly enjoys Art and feels that they know a lot about the rules about realism and perspective Photography – medium / Sage knows how to use a camera, and what settings look good or not, so they consider themselves at a 5/10 Reading Level –   Overall Intelligence Level(s) -  Interpersonal and Naturalistic.  Relationships Statuses   Trusted Companions  Closest Friend(s) –    Milliz - “I trust her with my life. Nothing more or less to say. And might I add that her and Earnest are really freakiNG ADORABLE?”   Friend(s) -    Kirby Olsen - “Damn, I consider him my best friend out of most of the students at Bullworth.” Despite Kirby being a jock and Sage being afraid of most of the jocks, Kirby and Sage are pretty close   Beatrice Trudeau - “She might be a nerd, but I’m lowkey a nerd so we gotta stick together” Sage might not act like it, but they’re a big nerd and therefore easily became good friends with Beatrice.   Pinky Gauthier - “excuse me? She’s one of my best friends!” Sage and Pinky quickly became friends, mostly because of how Sage was wearing Aquaberry when they first came to Bullworth and the fact that Pinky was friends with Sage’s cousin from before.

Hated Rivals  Worst Enemies –  Intolerable Students -  Harmless Acquaintances  Tolerated Students -    Zoe Taylor -       Tolerated Townsfolk - Hot Encounters  Hinted Attractions -    Bif Taylor - Sage finds Bif a bit charming and he surprisingly acts slightly kind to them, but he’s dating their cousin so😔   Tom Gurney - Sage realized really quickly that Tom was the least violent one out of the bullies and found him a slight bit charming and funny, but they don’t really hang out that much so..   Ricky Pucino - Sage found Ricky a small bit scary in the start, but quickly developed a small crush that they seem to forget about really easily Crush(es) - Gary Smith, Jimmy Hopkins and Petey Kowalski, before Sage started dating them Lover(s) - Gary, Jimmy and Petey, after they started dating them Ex(s) - Just some Norwegian guys they used to go to school with that Sage happened to like Admirer(s) -   Ivan Alexander -    Bucky Pasteur - Sage, only really being friends with Beatrice and    Casey Harris -    Dan Wilson -  Extra Information  Eating Habits Omnivore/Carnivore/Herbivore – Omnivore  Favourite Food(s): Sage likes pizza, but they just like just food in general Favourite Drink(s):  Disliked Food(s):  Disliked Drink(s):  Added Information  Proclaimed Theme Song(s) - Either Dancing Queen by ABBA or Dum Og Deilig from Knutsen Og Ludvigsen Scent –  Favourite Color: Sage can’t really decide between pink, maroon or beige. Favourite Season: Winter Favourite Animal: Sage can’t decide, so they usually just say dogs Favourite Music Genre: Sage can’t really choose, but they are very fond of country and Pop Most Memorable Quote – “ Various Quotes Through Interaction :  “ Walking around –  “I sure hope Mandy was joking when she called me a dumbbell...” “I don’t know jack dritt about math, how am I supposed to get a good grade?” “Gary mentioned something about rats, wondered what he was on about.” “I’m considering joining a clique... but which one?” “ “ “ “ When the fire alarm goes off –  “Stuff like this always happens when you least expect it.” “Sure hope this isn’t a drill, I don’t want my slippers to get wet again without reason.” ”OH SHIT!” ”I owe whoever did that my life!” Greetings Good Terms:  “Hiya!” “Hey there, best friend!” “How ya doing, sweetie?” “How are you doing, buddy?” “Hey, anything fun happen recently?” “Bro! What’s up?” “Heisann!” (Norwegian for ‘Hey there’) Bad Terms:  “Please leave me alone” “I rather not talk.” “Ew.” “Get out of my face!” “Leave me alone!” “Continue being around me and I’ll beat you up! Or cry! Or even both!” Saying goodbye –  Good Terms:  “Have a good day! “See you later!” “Hope you have a good night!” Bad Terms:  “”See you in Hell, I uhm mean class.” “Leave already.” “I’m getting a headache, gotta go.” “Byyeee, see you never.” When Flirted With –  Good Terms:  “I uhm...” “Thank you....” “Well I uhm, thank you so much! I uhm haha, we should hang out or something!” “I feel flattered. I’ll uhh have to go over there until the blushing stops.” “Continue acting this sweet and you’re going to be getting ladies really quickly.” “You’re such a sweetheart!” “If I were of age, I would marry you right here on the spot, but I’m still too young.” Bad Terms:  “I wouldn’t say I don’t like you, but I’m not that interested.” “Not to be rude, but no.” “That better not be trying to make me blush, because it didn’t work at all.” “Get lost!” “I ain’t interested!” “Yikes, no thanks.“ Watching a fight –  “I know I shouldn’t watch this crap, but damn it feels so right, right now!” “ Attacking –  “I’m sorry!” “I have no choice in this situation, so I apologize beforehand!” “I learnt this one from my friend!” ”Either you run away or I keep hitting!” While Fighting –  “I really wish it didn’t have to end with one of us being hurt!” “Ouch! Thanks, I guess!” Chasing someone –  “You can run, but you can also hide!” “Come back here! please...!” Out of breath –  “This always happens....” “Why do I have to have iron deficiency? When hidden from –  “We aren’t playing hide and seek!” Knocked out –  “This sure does remind me of my first day...” Stinkbomb explodes –  “I can’t see shit!” “I should be happy I can’t smell anything from before!” “I envy ducks: they wouldn’t have the ability to smell this!” Opinions on students who reside at Bullworth Academy– Bullies   Davis White:  Ethan Robinson:  Russell Northrop:  Trent Northwick:  Troy Miller:  Wade Martin:  Zoe Taylor:  Greasers  Hal Esposito:  Johnny Vincent:  Lefty Mancini:  Lola Lombardi:  Lucky De Luca:  Norton Williams:  Peanut Romano:  Vance Medici:  Jocks  Bo Jackson:   Damon West:   Juri Karamazov:  Luis Luna:  Mandy Wiles:  Ted Thompson:  Nerds  Algernon Papadopoulos:  Cornelius Johnson:  Donald Anderson:  Earnest Jones: Sage has a strange friendship with the leader of the nerds: There are times where Sage find him the most annoying person and would love to beat him up and there are other times where Sage can relate a lot with him and talk about video games to him Fatty Johnson:  Melvin O'Connor:  Thad Carlson:  Non-Cliques Angie Ng:  Christy Martin:  Constantinos Brakus: Sage has a strong grudge against Constantinos because he snitched on them when they were sending notes to Kirby in class. Eunice Pound:  Gloria Jackson:  Gordon Wakefield:  Karen Johnson:  Lance Jackson:  Melody Adams:  Pedro De La Hoya: “Doesn’t he like, pee his bed and get bullied a lot? I guess he’s okay, just too weak and manipulative for his own good.“ Ray Hughes:  Sheldon Thompson: “Oh look at me, I am Sheldon, all the teachers love me! I hate that kid. Annoying and desperate.” Sage has a literal grudge against him and just like everyone, thinks he is a teacher’s pet Trevor Moore: Sage has no general opinion on  Preppies  Bryce Montrose:  Chad Morris:  Derby Harrington:  Gord Vendome:  Justin Vandervelde:  Parker Ogilvie:  Tad Spencer: "Big fat ego. He’s the least best prep, after my cousin of course!” Opinion on Adults who teach and patrol at Bullworth Academy – Edna: “She’s... interesting. Underrated, but I wouldn’t consider her the best. She’s kind of rude.” Dr. Crabblesnitch: “Well, he might be my principal, but he sure isn’t much of a pal. I mean, he isn’t friendly, you know?” Miss Danvers: “She might not have done anything towards me, but she gives Derby special treatment and she kind of was a bit rude to Jimmy like last year, so I don’t whether to be respectful towards her or not.” Miss Peters: “She forced me into doing a show I didn’t want to be a part of, so she isn’t getting no respect.” Mr. Galloway: “Can I just say: Best teacher, obviously. He might be an alcoholic, but I don’t judge.” Mr. Luntz: “Strange but nice guy. I respect him.“ Mr. Matthews: “I am sorry, but I don’t know who he is because I might uh be skipping some of my classes.” Sage skips their geography classes, so they have no knowledge of who he is. Mr. Slawter: “He yelled at me on my first day, so I guess I’m kind of scared of him, because he has a booming voice.” Mr. Watts: “Strange man. Strange, very strange man.” Mr. Wiggins: Sage can’t find a reason to find Mr. Wiggins an interesting teacher to listen to. Mrs. Carvin: “I don’t really know her, but I know she’s the librarian so..” Mrs. MacRae: “That woman freaks me out.“ Mrs Peabody: “I don’t have anything against her, but she shouldn’t be so old fashioned.“ Ms. Phillips: “Favourite teacher! She’s great! She encourages the students to do their best and she isn’t against any kind of art!“ Neil: Sage doesn’t really know who Neil is and doesn’t bother learning, as they don’t have. Prefects –  Edward Seymour II:  Karl Branting:  Max MacTavish:  Seth Kolbe:  Opinions on People in the cities of Bullworth – Townies  Clint(aka Henry): Sage doesn’t like saying it, but they’re quite afraid of him and Leon Duncan:  Edgar Munsen:  Gurney:  Jerry:  Leon: Sage is scared of him and Clint. Omar Romero:  Otto Tyler:  Residents in the city of Bullworth –  Bethany Jones:  Denny:  Dr. Bambillo:  Krakauer:  Mihailovich:  Miss Abby:  Mr. Brekindale:  Mr. Buckingham: Sage thinks he isn’t that special compared to other people but thinks he is one of the nicest residents of Bullworth they have met. Mr. Castillo:  Mr. Doolin:  Mr. Huntingdon:  Mr. Johnson:  Mr. Martin: Sage sympathizes him and often can relate to what he is saying. Mr. Ramirez:  Mr. Salvatore:  Mr. Smith:  Mr. Sullivan:  Ms. Rushinski  Mrs. Lisburn: Osborne: 

[stardust-inmy-veins]

Your Shirt Looks Like Boyfriend Material

Day 9 of Polyamuary 2019, written for this prompt and also for the 3 year anniversary of meeting @aroace-monbebe

One of Nat's favorite pastimes is getting Steve to blush. It's easier than it probably should be, considering just how long Steve and Bucky have known each other. Really, all they have to do is flirt with him or show any kind of affection in public and he turns as red as a tomato.

They probably shouldn't find it as amusing as they do.

Oh well.

Nat - well, Nate today because gender is weird and doesn't really make sense - is in the kitchen making chocolate chip pancakes when Clint stumbles in and collapses against his back, wrapping his arms around his partner's waist.

Grinning, he reaches over and grabs a mug before pouring Clint a cup of coffee. “Here ya go, babe,” He says with a grin as he presses it into Clint's hands.

Clint responds with a sloppy kiss to Nate's cheek before practically inhaling the coffee. It's a pretty common - and adorable - sight in the mornings in their apartment.

It doesn't take long for Bucky and Steve to join them, both of them looking way too awake for 9 am. They had just gotten back from a SHIELD debrief if their clothes were anything to go by. They weren’t in full costume, as Bucky liked to call it, but they definitely weren’t in casual clothes either.

Nate grinned as he leaned back against the counter, bowl of pancake batter temporarily abandoned. “Looks like the two of you had a fun morning.”

Bucky rolled his eyes as Steve groaned and pulled Nate into a hug, leaning in to briefly press their lips together. “I would have much rather been at home with you guys.” He paused, seemingly to consider his words before continuing. “Speaking of...pronouns?”

It was a thing Steve liked to do at some point every day, usually in the morning unless they didn’t see each other until later. He would stop Nate and ask him what his pronouns of the day were, and then usually pass it on to their other two boyfriends if they hadn’t been present at the time he asked. It was nice and way more than he had expected when they had all gotten together.

“He/him.” He said with what could only be called his sappy “One of my boyfriends is being adorable and I love it” smiles.

“Good to know.” Steve smiled his own version of the sappy smile and pressed another soft kiss to his lips.

Nate was asexual and demiromantic while Bucky was asexual and biromantic while Steve and Clint were bisexual. It wasn’t something that came up a lot, and Nate and Bucky were pretty good at letting the others know when they were uncomfortable with something. Steve used to always ask before kissing either of them, but they eventually broke him of that habit. Clint had never been as bad, but he had occasionally freaked himself out thinking he offended one of them and they had to calm him down.

Nate made eye contact with Bucky while leaning into Steve’s touch and pulling his boyfriend’s arm around his shoulders. Bucky was well aware of Nate’s fondness for getting Steve as flustered as possible and at this point they could pretty much communicate solely through glances if they had to. There was also sign language, but Steve was fluent and would more than likely figure out what they were saying.

Bucky looks like he’s going to say no for a moment, until Clint presses up against his side and gives him what can only be described as puppy dog eyes. Nate hadn’t discussed the whole flustering Steve thing with Clint yet, but he had always been good at reading his partners and Nate was no exception.

Bucky sighed and ruffled Clint’s hair, which got him a happy grin before they both turned their sights on Steve. Steve was too busy being cuddled (read: distracted) by Nate to notice the other two approaching until Clint practically glued himself to Steve’s side while Bucky settled against Steve’s back.

Steve looked up when he felt a pressure against his back, smiling softly as he twisted around to meet Bucky’s gaze. “Hey there.”

“Hey yourself.”

Surprisingly enough, Clint is the one to start off the flustering Steve thing. He squeezes in between Nate and Steve and slides his hands over Steve’s chest. “Damn, babe, what is this shirt made out of?” He pauses just long enough that Steve looks like he’s considering answering before opening his mouth again. “I bet it’s boyfriend material.”

Nate snorts loudly before covering his mouth while Bucky rolls his eyes. Honestly, Nate’s more surprised Clint hasn’t used that one before now. But now that he’s started it Nate and Bucky might as well follow it up with cheesy pick up lines of their own.

Nate grins and leans forward, draping his arms over Clint’s shoulders, speaking before Steve has enough time to protest - and he will, there’s no question of that. “Are you a parking ticket? ‘Cause you’ve got fine written all over you.”

Steve groans, trying to hide his face with his hands. “Nate no.”

The look on Clint’s face is nothing short of mischievous. “Nate yes.”

Bucky wraps his arms around Steve’s waist, leaning forward to rest his chin on their boyfriend’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Stevie, I’ll protect you from these heathens.”

Nate does his best to look offended while Clint outright pouts, leaning closer to Nate and away from Bucky. Nate honestly can’t say whether it’s all for show or not. “Heathens?” Nate raises an eyebrow. “This coming from the man who pranked Tony Stark by convincing him he had somehow pulled your arm off and you were dying?”

Bucky’s grin speaks volumes of how bad he feels about that particular “incident” as Tony now referred to it as. “It’s not my fault he tried to drink both of us under the table.”

“One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.” Bucky and Clint say at the same time before dissolving into laughter.

Sometimes Nate really wonders if he’s dating toddlers.

Just when it looks like Steve has escaped his face resembling a tomato and he thinks he’s safe Bucky leans in close and whispers, “I must be in a museum, because you truly are a work of art.” before he turns and runs for it.

Nate and Clint aren’t far behind him, which turns out to be a good thing when Steve chases after them and starts throwing pillows at the three of them. They would have thought he couldn’t catch all three of them but they really should have known better than to underestimate Captain America and how much he hated cheesy pick up lines and puns. Except not really because he loves all three of his partners even when they’re ganging up on him and they know it.

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In Over Your Head (Peter Parker X Reader)

Summary: It’s been two weeks since training day with the team, it went well and the team was incredibly impressed with your power and skill. So on one of your first nights off, you decide to do some Netflix watching and junk food snacking, but Peter has other plans for you that just might involve jumping off buildings, nighttime paint ball, meeting his quirky friends, and lots of blushing. During this, you begin to realize how fast and hard your falling for this boy, are you in over your head?

Author’s Note: Soooooooo all my writing for this part got deleted, there were tears, yelling, some cursing, but I managed to rehash some ideas and do a better version, I mean if it got deleted it must have happened for a reason, so... I hope you guys like it as always and enjoy! It’s really long, I’m sorry about that

Warnings: Teasing Avengers, Tony being a dad, NERVOUS! PETER!, fluffity fluff fluff fluff, so much blushing you guys, my heart can’t take the cute, sexual references probably, I mean it’s me, mild swearing, and hanging off a building, possibly a near death experience.

FC: Elle Fanning

It’s been two weeks since training day, which went by smoothly, smoother than you expected, with a few bumps and bruises given by Natasha when the two of you sparred together. But she insisted that she went easy on you, you know that’s bullshit, she doesn’t underestimate you at all and treats you just the same as the rest of the team instead of some kid. You like it, you feel like her equal rather than someone she looks down to. It’s odd, this affection and companionship you’re experiencing in only the span of a week living in the tower. All these sweet feelings warming your insides like a match that’s been set aflame in the pit of your stomach, burning brighter whenever you see him.

Needless to say, it’s already been the best two weeks of your life.

That day consisted of tossing around Clint on the mat, listening to Tony go on about how much he already likes you more than the rest of the team, Steve and Bucky cheering you when you kicked Sam’s ass during the kick boxing portion, Wanda giving you the well-done-little-sister nod of approval, and teaching Bruce street fighting that he picked up surprisingly well for someone holed up in the lab most of the time. A few training days have occurred since then, and you’ve grown a lot during those, so, being given your first free time in almost a week, you decide to hunker down with Netflix and junk food.

You take all you can from the kitchen cabinets and hug all the food close to your chest, attempting to walk back to your room.

“Need help there, little Wanda?” Steve asks, suddenly beside you, you glare at the nickname but nod, handing him a few of the bags of chips from him to carry. You’ve become a lot closer to the rest of the team, especially Natasha, who, like Wanda, has become a bit of a big sister figure to you.

“I don’t know why you guys are so keen on calling me that,” you shake your head.

“Cause you’re basically her!” Clint yells from the sitting room, mouth full of buttered popcorn. Natasha hits him in the chest for that.

“They’re just teasing, (y/n), pay no mind to them,” Natasha assures you with a small wink. “He’s just mad because you’ve handed his ass to him during our last few training days.”

“I’ve let her do that,” Clint grumbles under his breath.

“Then why do I specifically remember hearing you say, ‘Just because your a kid, does not mean I’m going to easy on you’?” Captain looks back at Clint, raising his eyebrows.

“How dare you use my own words against me,” Clint gasps, stuffing another handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“Then don’t say the words in the first place,” Natasha hits him again.

“TONY!” Clint yells with his mouth full so it comes out a lot more garbled than he intended. “Natasha keeps hitting me!”

“NATASHA!” Tony yells back within a moment’s notice. “Stop hitting, Legolas! You know he’s sensitive!”

“I can vouch for that statement,” you raise your hand, remembering when you flipped him over your shoulder the other day and his reaction afterward. Natasha grins at that.

You get into your room, thank Cap, and shut the door with your hip. You strip out of your athletic clothes and slip on a simple tee-shirt and dark, gray shorts. Then you plop down on your bed, cue up Netflix on your new laptop, prepare for a relaxing night in, and begin munching on food, barely five minutes into the show you’re delved into before hearing a series of faint knocks on your door.

“It’s open!” you yell, mouth full of candies, about to resume your show when you see who’s in the doorway.

“Oh! Peter, hi!” you say, too excited to see him, even if you’ve missed his presence in the tower all day while he’s been at school, you try to play it down. “What’s up?” you attempt to lean casually into your pillows, but end up falling off the side of the bed instead.

Real smooth, (y/n), real fucking smooth...

He catches you quickly before you can hit the ground, his arm suddenly wrapped around your bare waist and your shirt lifted, pulling you into a standing position. His warm skin eliciting goosebumps to line up your arms and a small, sharp intake of breath to escape your lips. Now would be a great time to know what this boy is thinking.

“I guess you could say I fell for you, huh?” you look up at him, smiling with flushed cheeks.

“If only it were that easy,” he returns your smile, eyes crinkling at the edges.

You try to laugh as your face feels like it’s engulfed in red, hot flames, eventually meeting his eyes, “But, damn, you have some fast reflexes.”

His touch lingers on your waist, you look to his hand and back to him with a flustered smile, “Uh... thank you. For catching me,” you say after a pause.

You hear him gulp audibly, your smile widening when he flushes at the sight of his warm hand on your hip. You admire his casual, black shirt and jeans, wondering how such a simple outfit could make you feel so many complicated things. He removes his hand from your side sheepishly, avoiding your eyes. “No- no problem, I was the one that scared you in the first place... it was the least I could do,” he smiles and you return it ruefully.

“So, what’d you come in here for?” you scrutinize him curiously.

He laughs softly and nervously, filling the room with the sweet sound, bringing back those damned butterflies again, “To... uh... inviteyoutocomeplaypaintballwithmeandmyfriends.”

You furrow your brow, “Come again?”

“I wanted to... to invite you to come play paintball with my friends and me,” he says hesitantly, as if you’d say no to that face. He shakes his head with a sigh, “You don’t have to go, though, I understand if you have something better to do.”

“What is paintball?” you raise an eyebrow.

“You don’t know what paint-balling is?” he asks with wide eyes, then softens when he sees the frown on your lips. “It’s very fun, you have these guns-”

“Guns!?” you exclaim.

He laughs at your cluelessness and rests his hands on your arms, looking into your eyes and shaking his head, “No, no... Not guns, well, kind of, but they’re filled with small, balls full of paint, not bullets. And you don’t die... you’re only stained with the color that’s shot at you. I promise you’ll like it.”

You tilt your head curiously. “Why do you want me to go with you?”

“I- I don’t know, I mean...” he scratches at his jaw nervously, that, laughing, and blushing softly are a nervous habit of his that you’ve picked up on. The thought that you’re doing this to him crosses your mind, but you quickly ignore it. “Actually, I... I do know why I want you to go...” he meets your eyes hesitantly.

You decide to not fluster him any longer, biting down on your lip with a soft smile, “Yeah... okay, I’ll go with you. But I’ll need to get changed first.”

“Of course, I’ll leave in a moment so you can,” he beams at you, practically lighting up the entire room with that smile of his, “But that’s... that’s awesome,” he laughs, blushing intensely, scratching the back of his neck with a nervous glance in your direction. “But, first thing... are you afraid of heights?”

~~~

“PETER FUCKING PARKER!” you yell down at him from the balcony on the, still impossibly high, third floor, watching as the boy swings from railing to railing, smiling like an absolute madman the entire time. And you’re pretty sure this is the calmest you’ve ever seen him. “Get your ass up here! We can go through the door!”

“I’m fine, (y/n),” he says, grinning that 1000-kilowatt smile again, stopping your heart again. Dammit, he’s really good at distracting me. “But it’s sweet that you worry about me,” he teases you like his confidence has soared as he literally soars through the sky, swinging from railing to railing like a freaking spider monkey. “Come down here and I’ll catch you.”

“You won’t be able to catch me,” you shake your head.

“Try me,” he looks up at you, pink lips curling at the corners.

“Don’t give me that look, smiling at me and trying to make me forget that I’m mad,” you shake your head again, quicker this time, smiling and rolling your eyes like you’re about to give into his puppy dog eyes.

“What look?” he flashes a cheeky grin, eyes crinkling and those dimples, your heart doing a series of flips in your chest.

“How can... can someone so intelligent be so goddamn stupid?!” you yell again, brows pinched together in worry as you bite down on your lower lip. “I can’t believe your doing this. This is what doors are made for!”

“Mr. Stark doesn’t like us being out so late and this is the only way for him not to see us leave, he’s got cameras everywhere on the inside, and I programmed F.R.I.D.A.Y to cover for us while we’re gone. There’s an awning that I fall onto below us that’s not too far down, don’t worry I’ve done this plenty of times before,” he says, still grinning like an idiot up at you, windswept, curled hair and all.

“There still has to be a better way to do this, right? How are you even doing that in the first place?” you ask him, voice rising with concern for him.

“Gymnastics,” he answers quickly. “And this way is much more fun, come down here and-” his hand slips.

He’s falling and he scrambles to catch the next railing, but doesn’t make it in time. You don’t think at all before jumping off the balcony, levitating yourself off the ground and swooping in to wrap your arms around his waist. He rests both his hands on your hips to steady himself, all before he can hit the sidewalk, he meets your eyes, both of you still in mid-air.

He smiles sheepishly at you while you scowl at him for scaring you so badly, “Thanks for saving my life.”

“I shouldn’t have to!” you say, setting yourself and him on the ground safely. “You can’t do that, Peter, hanging off a building, are you crazy?”

“Maybe I should have warned you about that, the me being crazy part,” he laughs, attempting to lighten the mood, succeeding as a begrudging but small smile makes its way onto your lips.

“You’re so lucky, you’re cute, Peter Parker,” you hold your face in your hands, laughing to yourself as you shake your head.

You peek through your fingers and giggle at the obvious blush dusting over his soft, freckled cheeks, laughing, “I am?”

You nod with a soft smile, “You also blush a lot, pekný,” you point out in your native tongue, teasing him further. He loves your voice, how smooth and purring it is whenever you speak to him. You smile softly and you take your hands off your face, running a hand through your (y/h/c) hair, “What for?” you lift an eyebrow.

“I-uh... well,” he darts his tongue out to lick his dry lips, you watch the movement before tearing your gaze away to meet his eyes again. The coil in the pit of your stomach tightens, so intensely that you’re convinced you’ll spontaneously combust if you look at him a second longer. Eye contact with him is always so intimate, when he meets your eyes, he sees right through you, breaks down your defenses, and reads all your secrets, even if, for some reason, you can’t read his.

Before he could embarrass himself even further, a deep, maroon Jeep rolls up beside you two, a few cars honking at it and yelling for the driver to get out of the way.

A girl around your age, you presume, sticks her head out the window and flips those cars the bird, “Jesus Christ, New Yorkers are so fucking pushy sometimes,” she blows, exasperatedly, a piece of her dark, brunette curls out of her eyes, looking between you and Peter.

“You’re parked in the middle of the street, Michelle,” Peter says with an amused smile to his friend. You can’t help but feel jealousy rear its ugly head when you see her and how beautiful she is, much more beautiful than me, you think. But, what you don’t know, is that MJ’s not the one Peter can’t keep his eyes off of. That’s you.

“They can wait a minute, none of them have lives anyway,” Michelle waves her hand dismissively, exuding confidence and a not-caring facade, you read her mind easily, hearing thoughts filled of love, affection, and how much she cares for her friends. You’ve come to find that it’s always the people that try to care the least that truly have the most to lose.

“I’m MJ, by the way, it’s what my friends call me,” she tilts her chin to you and you wave.

“Who’s that?” a boy peeks his head out from the passenger’s seat, looking at you for a moment before realizing. “Wait... is that the girl Peter won’t stop talking about in the group chat?”

MJ smiles, “The very same,” she answers, not once tearing her gaze from you. Wow, she’s pretty and really intimidating.

“She’s out of your league, man,” the boy shakes his head, and MJ nods her head in agreement, both of them sharing a look. You smile, slightly embarrassed, but also enjoying it when you look over to see Peter, completely off balance, more so on the ground than he was hanging on a railing at eighty feet in the air. Like flying is his happy place of sorts.

“Your friends are very sweet, Peter,” you turn to Peter with a small smile.

“And she’s Slovakian?” MJ says, which surprises you to know she recognizes your accent, only making your smile widen. “Dude...” her eyes widen and she shakes her head.

“Can we just... stop talking about this? Please?” Peter’s voice is higher now as he tugs at his collar, now regretting inviting MJ and Ned here, but the alternate to that would be being alone... with you. And that certainly wasn’t an option.

MJ shifts the car back into drive, “Just get in the car, you two, hop in the back.”

“Group chat, huh?” you quirk an eyebrow to Peter, pulling yourself into the car, your yellow, floral, sundress flowing gently in the air behind you.

He laughs. You love his laugh already, it’s perfect, for lack of a better word. You grin and help him into the back, both of you falling into the seats as MJ wastes no time in taking her foot off the brake and accelerating forward. And you swear you could hear a collection of relieved sighs when she finally gets out of the way.

“I like your friends,” you say to Peter and he smiles fondly.

“We like you too, new girl,” Ned yells from the front seat, catching you off guard from his sudden outburst.

Peter face palms.

“Have you ever been paint-balling, (y/n)?” Ned asks, body fully turns around so he can look at you and Peter in the backseat, the wind whipping through the open back of the Jeep.

“I just learned about it today, actually,” you say sheepishly.

“Well, our boy Peter is a bit of a pro at paint-balling, maybe this will be a chance for him to impress you?” MJ smirks at you.

“He doesn’t have to show off for me,” you look at Peter and share a small smile with him, trying to relax him a little, which MJ catches and rolls her eyes.

She makes a choking sound, sticking out her tongue, “L-love... s-so... GROSS!”

“They’re so sweet I’m getting a toothache,” Ned places his hands over his heart and aw’s at the two of you.

“We’re just friends, you two,” Peter leans forward in between their chairs.

“Could have fooled me,” MJ half shrugs, sending you a wink in the rear view mirror above her.

Friends. Yeah... you know this is true and that you’re nothing more, but you can’t ignore how your heart clenches at the word.

“She’s also an Avenger,” Ned pipes up randomly. “Hey, Peter, aren’t you one t-”

Peter reaches over the seat and holds his hand over Ned’s mouth to prevent him from saying anything further. You watch this confusing display with your brow furrowed.

“What he means to say is that I’ve always wanted to be an Avenger,” Peter turns around to look at you, hoping you’ll believe the blatant lie. “And... you know, work with them.”

Ned looks at Peter when he removes his hand and frowns, “But you said you-”

Peter holds his hand over his mouth once more and whispers something in his ear that makes Ned gasp and nod his head quickly in understanding. You attempt to read both of their thoughts, but they stop the discussion before you could read them, and there still has been no luck with Peter’s.

“Weirdos,” MJ sighs.

~~~

“(Y/N)! Duck!” Peter yells at you and you crouch down behind haystack, spinning around so you’re back is against the side of it. You look at Peter, adrenaline rushing and grinning.

MJ and Ned are on the other team while you and Peter are on your own, per their request, of course. You guys also added in the element of both teams having a flag, a bit of capture the flag weaved into the paint-balling. MJ and Ned still haven’t gotten yours and you’ve come close, but not quite. The game is outside at this small, paintball place on the outskirts of the city that’s open to almost midnight, which was slowly rolling in as the night sky got darker and darker, causing the stars to shine brighter, the only light you guys have to see what’s around you.

You’re also surprisingly good at paintball.

The result being Ned splattered with reds, yellows, blues, and purples. MJ is far too quick and agile to get shot, so she’s stayed clean, but not before shooting Peter in the leg.

“Thanks,” you smile at Peter. “Are you going to be able to walk? She hit you pretty hard...”

“I’m fine,” he assures you with a small smile, getting into a crouching position beside you.

“Last time you said you were fine, you fell off the side of a building,” you look at him with a flat expression.

He laughs, shaking his head, “I’m really fine, I swear.”

Ned looks around his area, “Aren’t we supposed to be wearing visors so we don’t get hit in the-”

MJ cuts him off and shoots him in his face.

“Hey! We’re on the same team!” Ned exclaims, holding his now blue face in his hands, knowing there will be a bruise there later.

“So?” MJ yawns, shrugging her shoulders

“I want to switch teammates!” Ned yells to you and Peter.

“Too bad, Ned, because my teammate’s awesome and I’m not getting rid of her,” Peter grins. “And I really can’t take you seriously when your face is blue, I’m sorry.”

“It is pretty funny,” you agree and Ned groans, wiping at his face.

You shake your head with a tender smile, pulling your hair back into a quick and loose ponytail so it’s out of your face. Peter watches you do so, diverting his attention away from you when you look back at him.

“Cover me?” you ask him breathlessly.

“Of course,” he smiles, the two of you sharing a quick fist bump before he flips over the haystack, your eyes wide when you see it, but you quickly shake your head, sneaking from the side while he shoots at Ned and MJ, distracting them while you get to the flag on the other side.

But you’re stopped by Ned, who’s guarding the flag, blocking your path. He looks up when he hears you rustle by the hay-bales, aiming his gun at you.

“It doesn’t have to be this way, Ned,” you stand up, raising your hands in surrender while you watch Peter circle around as MJ is distracted by a stray cat that’s made its way over to her.

“You know it does,” Ned says in a deeper, mobster voice.

You narrow your eyes, “Not on my watch. Peter, now!” you yell.

Ned spins around, “Say hello to my little friend,” Peter says in his best Scarface voice, which is pretty terrible, but it’s also very cute, raising his gun and shooting Ned in the chest again.

Ned falls back slowly and theatrically, hitting the haybale and sticking his tongue out the side of his mouth.

MJ looks up from talking to the cat, “Did you guys just win?”

You grab their flag while Ned’s down and raise it high above your head, “Yep!” you say, popping the ‘p’.

“Ned, you suck,” MJ glares at him.

“You’ve been having a conversation with a cat this whole time! How do I suck?” Ned sits back up, even more paint splattered.

“You’re just jealous that I have a gift to be able to connect with animals and you don’t!”

“Only because you’re incredibly anti-social!”

“Fuck you!”

“No, fuck you!”

“You were right,” you look at Peter and laugh. “I do like this.”

He laughs, “I knew you would,” Dimples.

Your heart melts a little at the sight and the four of you go and lay down on a the grass, Ned and MJ still arguing while you lay next to Peter.

“You won’t believe who I saw the other day,” you say to the stars, smiling up at them.

Peter looks at you, “Who?”

“Spider-Man,” you breathe out, chest still heaving from the exertion of playing the game and running around for more than an hour. “I’ve heard he’s a big deal here... and I met him, I can’t help but feel honored, you know?”

He bites back a smile, “Did he save you from something?”

“It was only a petty thief trying to take my purse,” you explain. “I handled it and... Spider-Man, he was there. And I don’t know I just... he was really sweet,” you smile at Peter. “I didn’t expect that.”

He turns and faces you, listening intently to everything you say, “What did you expect?”

“I’m not sure...” you trail off with a small smile. “It’s just- so many people nowadays are so full of themselves, acting all high and mighty, especially people in the media or superheroes like Spider-Man. All that tends to get to their head. Him, though... I only saw him for a moment and talked to him for only a short time, but he was so... so genuine,” you fully face Peter now. “He was human.”

You push your hair behind your ear and sigh, “And that probably sounds insane and doesn’t make any sense, but-”

“It’s not insane,” he shakes his head, smiling affectionately, relaxing you. “And that does make sense, to me, at least.”

“I wish he showed his face,” you bite down on your lip which drives Peter crazy. “Instead of hiding behind a mask. I would have loved to see him.”

“You could be seeing him ri- I mean... he could be anyone or anywhere,” he looks at you, searching your face. “You never know. And I’m sure he hides because he has enemies, this way they don’t know who he is.”

You exhale slowly, “I guess you’re right,” you say then smile. “Maybe I could be a superhero, a crime-fighting vigilante.”

He grins, “You would be a great superhero, you already are, basically.”

“Not yet,” you lick your lips, chewing on your bottom one anxiously.

“Believe me, (y/n), you are,” he meets your eyes.

“You’re so cheesy, Peter Parker,” you laugh loudly, heat rising up the back of your neck.

“Only because you bring that out in me,” he smiles.

“I’m honored,” you laugh again almost like coming down from a high while talking to him, high on him, intoxicated by his smile.

“You should be,” he agrees. “I’m normally a very serious person,” he scrunches up his nose adorably.

“Yes, very serious,” you giggle at the faces he’s making.

He looks at you for moment, too long to be a look you give your friend, but you don’t notice this until you’re both slowly leaning in to each other. His hand comes up to hold your chin between his fingers and the other behind your neck, tilting your head up, the gesture making your heart thunder loudly in your ears. The cool, night air hitting your fiery, hot skin, but all you can feel is him: his peppermint breath fanning your face, his hand on the small of your back, pulling you subtly closer to him, his dark eyes looking over you for any signs of hesitance but finding none, and ruffled hair falling over his eyes that tickles your skin.

You laugh quietly when your noses bump into each other. Then he smiles and your lips brush ever so softly.

“Do you...”

You look at him and nod, not having to think about your answer before-

“Can you guys not make nerd babies when we’re right here?” MJ says to you guys, having been watching the whole time. You and Peter scramble away from each other, sitting up quickly.

“I’d like to keep the little innocence I have left, thank you very much,” MJ rolls her eyes, but a smile betrays her coldness, then she stands up. “We should be getting back, anyway, it’s late.”

“Yeah, we should,” you say and share a look with Peter who’s blushing like crazy.

Ned and MJ get up from where they’re sitting and head back to the car. You and Peter follow suit, looking at each other like the two nervous kids that you are, still reeling from what would have happened if MJ hadn’t have interrupted.

“Another time, then?” he asks you, breaking the silence.

You grin, “Another time.”

As the two of you are walking back to the car, trying to catch up with the bickering pair that is Ned and MJ, your Stark gifted phone vibrates in your dress pocket. You stop walking and pull it out, Peter waiting with you while you do so.

“Who is it?” he asks, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Mr. Stark,” you say, clicking the message and reading it aloud. “You know there are cameras outside the tower, too, right?”

You and Peter share an ‘uh-oh’ look, knowing you’ll both be in for it when you get home at this time of night.

Your phone vibrates again, “P.S Steve’s a night-owl and a snitch.”

[pendragonfics]

Nothing New

Paring: Wanda Maximoff/Reader

Tags: female reader, awesome Wanda Maximoff, childhood trauma, HYDRA, recovery, Christmas fluff, first Christmas, fluffy ending, Avengers family.

Summary: Wanda takes it upon herself to help a fellow Avenger recovering from a terrible past to enjoy their first time celebrating Christmas.

Word Count: 2,532

Current Date: 2017-12-08

When the air gets colder, it’s the reminder that it’s that time of the year. Not that you have anything against the end of October. Or when the autumnal leaves grew crisp toward the looming of December. Whereas you lived for Halloween, it was Christmastime which made you unsure of you and who you were to everyone around you. Luckily for you, you had a whole team to support you on your healing journey, and endless amounts of visits to shrinks and therapy sessions to get over the whole ‘abducted as a child and experimented on by HYDRA’ thing.

Wanda Maximoff was a great help through it all.

Apart from her being tortured too, lost her brother, and chose to use her almighty gifts for the good of the world, you admired your fellow Avenger for a little more. It didn’t kill you to have a crush on your best friend; she was gorgeous, fierce, deadly. Perhaps it would one day – she had her eyes on someone else, you were sure.

But Christmas…

You hardly noticed it was December until you caught Clint Barton re-enacting that scene in Love Actually where Hugh Grant dances all over the place, except he was doing it to that catchy Mariah Carey song. After that, it was a slippery slope, and everyone got a little festive. Scott Lang wired up a massive set of lights (with a little help from Tony Stark), and the whole exterior of the facility practically glowed at night. Thor sent over a customary bell from Asgard. T’Challa sent over a wreath, made of wood so fragrant and flowers so beautiful you almost sat by the door all day to enjoy it.

When the air gets colder, you rescind into your collection of sweaters, opting to take your meals in your bedroom, train away from the team when it’s required. Steve Rogers understands, to a point, but really, he was just the lucky version of the scenario you went through. He had one magical ka-blam! and became Captain America. You had more poison in your biology than a pesticide plant, and yet, instead of dying, you could fly, and walk the walls like a bug. They called you The Beetle, but you rarely went out on missions these days.

And naturally, it made you climb back into your proverbial shell. Clint understands, and turns down the music. Scott made sure the lights didn’t flash so much around where your room was. Nobody rang the bell around you (besides, it was deafening), nobody made a big show and dance about how it was Christmas.

It was nice. Safe.

---

Your parents had taken their eyes off you for only five minutes. Your mother to attend to the carollers by the front door, your father to check the boiler in the basement. It was in this time that you had gone to the back porch to see the snowfall when you had been taken.

You were four years old.

All because your mother was an ex-military contractor who had made enemies in all the wrong places. All because your father carried a gene in your body that for centuries and centuries meant you were different to other people. All because HYDRA were bastards, you spent Christmas that year, and for the next ten years, locked away in a hole beneath the earth with scientists prodding you into submission.

When you had been rescued from them, by none other than the Winder Soldier himself, you had been but a stray dog, an echo of a human being. Most fourteen-year-old girls follow boy bands on Twitter, and have shitty drug store makeup and families who love them dearly. Bucky Barnes went the extra mile, and after rescuing your ratty ass from those bastards, had the Avengers kill them all. Tony Stark had you put in a facility to de-brainwash you. Your parents were worried, shaken, having spent the last decade thinking their daughter dead, when instead, she was made into a monster because of their own sins.

You became an Avenger at eighteen to practically monitor you. You didn’t mind. It was better than life before, and anything more than that was normal enough for you.

Outside your bedroom, you can see the snow. It’s falling, steadily, flakes one at a time from the sky like the movies show it to be. You sit with your knees close to your chest, back against the side of the bed. Unmoving. Silent. When it gets colder, you remember flashes of that night – recalling the darkness you had felt, the screams you had let out, heard to nobody. You were only a child, a baby! You shake your head to rid the images, and wrap your arms closer around your body.

You don’t hear the bedroom door open until you see the familiar face of Wanda take a seat beside you on the floor. She’s wearing grey skinny jeans, and a massively oversized red sweater that you suspect she stole from one of the other heroes. Apart from her being completely perfect, she’s respectful of your space, and sits beside you for nearly ten minutes without talking.

“Do you miss the snow?” She asks you.

You look to her, “What do you mean?” From the corner of your eye, you can still see it falling from the sky, covering the manicured lawns of Stark’s property. “It’s right there.”

Wanda shakes her head. “I have never seen you touch it, though,” she comments, her accent prominent in the words she had selected to speak, “You watch it with such wonder, I could not help but wonder myself if you had never touched it.”

She’s very right. You don’t reply verbally; instead, you move to the full-length ceiling to floor window, and place your palm across where a drift is growing at the bottom of the pane. “Look, I’m touching it,” you say to her, an edge to your voice. “I don’t miss it at all.”

Wanda nods, and does not press the topic. You both sit there in silky silence, watching it fall away from the hustle of the team, the requirements of the world until you’re interrupted by Vision, who wears an apron that says We Whisk You a Merry Christmas! in a silly curly font. He smiles. “I made rumballs!”

---

While everyone had a manila folder stuffed with information, you are left at the breakfast bar, slowly eating the dregs of the cereal box, crunching on them without milk. You’d put milk in your breakfast, but you do not wish to hear a whisper of what is going on.

When they come out of the briefing room, you’re sitting upon the chandelier, legs wrapped around it as you devour a book, some classic that Dr Banner recommended. Nobody notices you until the light turns on, and your shadow is cast. Nobody comments though, until you fly down, and grab yourself a snack from the communal fridge.

“So, Peter Pan,” Tony comments, passing you the packet of blueberries you’d been searching for, “It’s going to be just you and Maximoff here for a couple of days. You think you’ll be okay?”

You raise a brow, grabbing a handful of berries. “Depends on your definition of okay.”

He raises a brow, “Well, to most people it means,” he flicks his holo-watch on, and brings up the Merriam-Webster, and recites, “Agreeing to, satisfactory but not especially good.” He looks to you, minimising the web page, and adds, “Is that good enough for you, Beetle-bug?”

“When will you be back?” You ask with a mouthful.

Tony goes to answer, but as he walks past, Steve says, “Best case scenario, next Wednesday. Worst, the Sunday after that.”

You nod. That was yesterday, and now it’s exactly two weeks to Christmas and you are practically in Home Alone with Wanda, except, while everyone is away in Dubai, there are no house-invaders, and you both are flicking between reruns of Sabrina The Teenage Witch and Freaks and Geeks, seated close to one another on the couch beneath a blanket to save on the thermostat.

It’s snowing outside, the white blanket thicker than the last time you can remember sitting and watching it come down with Wanda. Her head is pressed against your shoulder. On screen, Salem is complaining about something. You tune it out, your hand brushing against hers beneath the blanket, and like a damn teenager, you feel a heat creep up your neck.

At the touch, a jolt of red energy comes from her fingers. But instead of feeling electricity like all the other jolts you have received in your life, you feel a warmth, a glow spreading from your phalanges up your arms until it settles in your chest.

“Oh,” Wanda breathes, looking up.

You do too, and see it. While you felt the power from her touch, there seemed to have been a reaction, and now, above you where you sit upon the communal couch in the Avengers facility living room, it is snowing. Indoors.

“Sorry – I,” she herself has a roaring blush.

She goes to move her hands, to cancel out what neuroelectric spell she had just cast, but yours move quicker, and catch her fingers in your own. “It’s okay,” you whisper, your voice near next to silent. On screen, there’s some sort of commotion, but it is nothing compared to the commotion going on in your rib cage, where your heart beats a mile a minute, the commotion in your head, where your mind is urging you to lean closer, to move toward her. Your lips are almost upon hers, and her scent – the scent of strawberries and peppermint – is overpowering. “Kiss me.”

She does.

---

They’re back when Steve had said they would be back, but after a week of recuperation and recovery from it all, they’re back at it again. Except, Scott has taken himself down to spend the holidays with his family, bringing plenty of presents for Cassie. Clint has done the same thing, taking enough gifts and time off after Christmas to enjoy the holidays with his family. Your parents can’t come up, instead spending it visiting your uncle in England and his children.

It’s okay. If they were around, you’d have to put a label on what you and Wanda are.

And while they’re all bustling around in the main living area, you’re chilling upon the ceiling, your bare feet attached to the plaster. It’s not like you’re locked away in your bedroom, but still, you don’t think that you’re magically cured from your abusive childhood. A kiss does not cure anxiety, does not magically make you into a new woman.

Wanda is hovering beside you. While you’ve got weird bug feet that stick to the ceiling, keeping yourself upside down, she’s telekinetic, and levitating herself, and the both of you are chilling away from the commotion of Christmas carols and last-minute decorating panic, you’ve got a pair of earbuds between you, and listening to songs from her playlist.

You’ve been unnoticed up here on the ceiling. Below, life goes on as always in the Avengers facility. Silently, you look to Wanda as you hear the lyrics.

“Tell the neighbours I'm not sorry, if I'm breaking walls down,” the song goes, her lips mouthing along with the lyrics as to keep your location a secret, “Building your girls second story - Ripping all your floors out.”

Down below, there’s a misunderstanding going on. You have not been focusing on it, but more in the way that Wanda’s fingers move to place strands of hair behind her ears, the way she looks upside down, lips soft, parted, eyes catlike, wide with wonder.

“Saw your face, heard your name, gotta get with you,” you mouth to her, watching how she smiles, how she sees every detail of you like you see everything of her, “Girls like girls like boys do; nothing new.”

“Hey, how long have you two been up there?” Sam Wilson crosses his arms, gazing up at you two. Bucky Barnes is beside him, and gives you both a little smirk, and goes on with his business. “What’re you doing, spying?”

You take your earbud out, and releasing the muscles that hold your body, you somersault from the vaulted ceiling, and land before him. As impressive as that manoeuvre is, you’re not as tall as The Falcon, and he looks down to you like you’re just a child having been caught doing something naughty.

“Hmm?” He questions.

You shrug. “Just chilling out with my girlfriend, birdman,” you tell him, a burst of bravado filling you up as if there was a confidence demon possessing you instead of your introvert self. At this, you excuse yourself, and walk toward the pantry. “Wanda, want popcorn?”

She nods, and waves to Sam Wilson from where she’s still floating near the ceiling.

As you go to make popcorn, he shakes his head. “Kids these days…”

---

On Christmas Day, you wake to see Wanda knocking on the frame of your doorway. Her pyjamas are red, with designs of bunnies. Her hair is akin to a bird’s nest, eyes bleary from sleep, and still, she’s got the biggest smile, and taking your hand, drags you into the living room, where the rest of the team are seated around the Christmas tree.

They’re all holding presents addressed to them, and as you take a seat, you’re handed one from Bruce Banner. It’s wrapped in light pink paper with a design of stars, your name written in a half-cursive, half printed handwriting.

“Everyone’s here?” Bucky asks, and without hearing any negative replies, rips into his present. It’s a sweatband, and armband set, orange. “What is this?”

Tony beams. “You missed the eighties, so, I’m bringing the eighties to you.”

In your lap, your present waits, unopened. Sam opens his to find a book, A Complete Guide to Bird Watching in North America (“Aw yis,” he says); Steve finds he has a pair of socks from Natasha, with an American flag on the front, and a pride flag on the back (“Amerigay,” Nat explains. Steve puts them on, looking at Bucky), and Vision finds he got a can opener from Clint, with a note that says, sorry for breaking your last can opener.

Bruce Banner pulls out a knitted sweater from his package, “Aren’t you going to open yours?” He asks you.

Slowly, you tear open the sides of your gift, and unhooking the tape carefully to save the paper, you unwrap it. It’s not until it’s in your lap that you realise it’s the red jumper that Wanda wore that time when you sat watching the snow fall in your bedroom.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“Isn’t that my sweater –,” Tony goes to ask.

Wanda shakes her head. “No, it’s ________’s now.” You laugh at that, and squeeze her hand.

Wanda grins, and moving closer, forgoes your hand-holding and goes for a kiss. When her lips touch yours, you feel that jolt once again, and once again, there is no electricity, and from up above, it’s snowing faux snow. “Thank you for the best first Christmas ever,” you tell her, and move in once more.

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Interview with Hazeleyedleto

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Your name: Monique

Link to your Masterlist: https://echelonfiction.tumblr.com/mystores What was your first experience with 30 Seconds to Mars? The Kill, when I was an 18-year-old, how amazing was your first time seeing the Kill? Your Favorite Mars song? Attack Has anything ever happened to you solely because of being a 30STM fan? I met my best friend <3 What is your favorite thing about the fandom? Your least favorite? Fav: no matter what I know there is always going to be a place where I fit in, I’ve never had that before Least: The bitches who think they're better than other bitches, and the daddy kink Is there any advice you would give to someone who is new to the fandom? We’re obsessive, protective but not all that bad, the bad eggs are few and far between but they are loud, try to ignore them How long have you been writing? 18 years. Why did you start writing? (Either in general or for Mars specifically) When I was 12, I had so much stationary that I didn’t know what to do with so I started one story. . . then another then another. Still, have too much stationary but am a writer so its okay Do you write for other fandoms? If so, which ones? Depends, I Like writing the Linkin Park guys and Bucky Barnes, but whatever inspires me really Do you share everything you write? If not, is there a reason why? Hmm, no. I only really share mars stuff, my non- fanfic stuff will be turned in to novels and my non-mars related stuff I don’t really have a platform to do so on. Have you written things that aren't fanfic? If so, could you tell us about those works? Many, my writing is 50/50 fanfic vs Fiction. My latest novel that I finished a couple of weeks ago ended about 85k words is about angels and demons and a prophecy that will either unite or destroy them all Of all your works, which is your favorite and why? Iridescent – (mentioned in above question) because it’s the novel that took over my whole life and kept me hostage until I wrote it from beginning to end rendering me with Stockholm syndrome to the point that I still miss them Stand Tall, They’ll Break Your Heart – first novel I ever finished. and Bright Lights – I’ve never had such a positive response from anything I’ve ever written and get yelled at because I don’t update often enough Is there one that was particularly difficult to write? Why? They’re all difficult to write. I write very emotionally driven novels, they can be draining as I take on the characters at such a personal level that I live what they tell me in a way, I’m crazy, ignore me. What is the ideal writing environment for you? At your desk? Quiet? Music? Anywhere anytime, I usually write sitting on my bed, but can literally write anywhere in any environment. Prefer loud music and a comfy place for my butt What type of fanfic are you most comfortable writing (drama, fluff, angst, drabbles, series, etc.) Mushy series filled with drama What is your favorite fanfic trope? I don’t know what that is but I THINK my answer is dramatic chicks being involved with music or rock bands Is there any trope or subject that you won't write? Daddy kink? Are there any special tools that you use when creating or writing your story? My fingers!? My stories are often inspired by songs or video clips or something like that J Do you write your story in order or do you jump around and then string it together at the end? Sometimes, especially with fanfictions. Like with Bright Lights (my biggest Mars fanfic) I have four future versions, but the reason I do that is to better understand them in the ‘bright lights’ version. Do you outline, or do a great deal of prep work or do you 'fly by the seat of your pants'? Up until my novels Attack and Iridescent I ALWAYS prided myself about being a pantser, but I really enjoyed being a planner for those two novels. How do you usually get your inspiration? Music and Video clips, sometimes dreams and other places. Do you have ideas on the drawing board or in progress currently that you haven't shared yet? Yeah, Beautiful Disaster, my bff would kill me if I wrote it though, but I have another one in the holster I am thinking about starting April 1st If you have an unpublished work in progress, please pick two to three sentences and share them without context. “Armani,” Stephanie smiled, “I trust you are well?” Mike looked between the two Angels as the embraced in a slight hug and a kiss in the cheek. Stephanie stepping back between him and Chester. “Of course,” Armani smiled. “I’m betting this isn’t a social call?” the other angel asked. “No, Armani, this is Chester and Mike,” she said pointing to the demon who owned the names. “I’ve come to make a request,” Stephanie said looking to Armani from under her eyebrows, trying to gauge her reaction. Her face was poised, it always was, but the mood in the room changed, it was now tension filled. Armani was no fool, she knew this angel was standing before her with two demons. “You will need to-” “I am a direct crown descendant ” Stephanie said. “You are also standing her with two demons,” “And you are breaking the rules,” “yeah but” “If I was willing I could turn you into ash, right now,” Stephanie pointed out. “and I would be in the right,” she told. Armani held her gaze. “now, are you going to follow the rules and grant me my appearance for request, or am I going to have to take care of things another way?” Stephanie’s lips curl upward Armani’s lip curled downward as she turned slightly. Do you like requests? Would you like more or less of them? I haven’t had any, but would be happy to take them. Is there an upcoming project from you that you are excited about? Why, and what can you share about it? I can’t wait to edit and Publish Iridescent The best piece of writing advice you've ever received? Can never pick just one Put your butt in a chair and your hands on the keyboard and something will happiness. Writer's block is just an excuse, write anything even the crap, it can always be changed later And, Aim to write every day, even just for 15mins per day, get in that habit and you will find you self-finding 5 mins or 10 mins slots more often then you realise The worst piece of writing advice you've ever received? I don’t know. Wasn’t important, was it? What piece of advice would you give to someone just starting to write fanfic? Give it ago, see how if feels, you don’t have to share it, just try. Three (stories, series, scenes, etc) written by others that you really like or that inspire you? Closer – partcually Tomo in this story, even though the whole story is fucking amazing and Black Fuel and Bikes @fyeahproudglambert Provihitofics had a story about camping, it was great she doesn’t fic no more tho

Are any of your characters closer to being “you” than others? Any reason in particular? Hmmmmm, yes I guess. The characters are all like different parts of me, Phoebe is an angry psycho which is a part I never get to express often, but there are parts of her that are not like me. Same with Helena being independent to some extent.

One thing about me is I like to find things I have in common with people, if I look hard enough, it could become obsessive.

Are any of your characters based on someone you know? Hmm a lot of my male characters look like rock stars if that counts. Are any of your plots based on something that happened to you? No, but one day Favorite font for writing? Don’t have one Do you have a 'day job'? If so, what? I am a student studying Bachelor of Social Science (psychology) with hopes to get good enough scores to get into Psychology. I am Also an Author and a qualified Mental health peer worker. Do you consider yourself a reader outside of fanfic? Yup, Your favorite book? Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson Your favorite things to do when you're not writing? What does ‘not writing’ mean? .  . . nah I like to watch Safari live, see my niece and nephew, explore the wild and hate on frogs The strangest thing you've ever eaten? My brothers used to make me eat grass stalks, oh oh CAVIAR I got told it wasn’t Caviar, it was freaking caviar Looks at @Fyeahproudglambert Two truths and a lie? I hate frogs, I’ve never met my best friend, I love the feel of fallen out hair Five albums you'd want if stranded on a desert island? Cant I just take my Spotify? I actually don’t think I can answer this? I don’t just listen to albums all the way through, . .  . This is war (plus attack and the kill) LLFD Breakaway kelly Clarkson Hybrid theory A thousand suns Something surprising about you? I have a really good memory And I usually come off as pretentious and up myself, because I am highly critical of things and probably way too opinionated, but I am actually a really nice, loyal and caring person who just wants to do good and help as many people as I can Favorite food to enjoy while watching Netflix? Anything, maybe a packet of sea salt chippies. Favorite way to spend a Saturday night? Writing Blankets Tucked or Untucked? Right side untucked, left side tucked Do you have any pets? Would you like to tell us about them? Dog, Ella - She shares my birthday, Sasha – not my dog, my brother's dog but I grew up with her and am temporarily looking after her, Cats: Ollie, Angel, Sully. I got Ollie first (After my cat Joel died) and then my brother got Angel (she was being mistreated somewhere else) Ollie and Angel bonded n such a human love type way, and we decided they could not be separated, so I got Angel too, guess what though, 9 month old cats can have babies, Angel had three Kittens, Lucky, Sully and Heat, my brother kept heat, I kept sully and Lucky went to a loving home J Musicals, yes or no? If yes, what movie/show would you like to see made into a musical? No, thank you Tell us a joke. Mars fans who hate and bitch on everything the band does Are there any particular battles or struggles in your life you'd like to tell us about? Hmm, I mean I am an open book with the things I have been through, and am happy to talk about them at any time, there are many things from abuse, abandonment, isolation, major depression, self-harm, suicidal ideology, my brother was recently in a coma ,my mother’s cancer journey, my heart issues, social phobia, PTSD, horderism and crippling self-doubt and anxiety, to tell the short story. While some things still plague me, I find all of it also drives me to make my life better, and t do the best I can every day. Life struggles are hard, but they also enrich me to not only help people in my ‘day job’ but to help me write richer stories. Anything you'd like to add? You guys are doing a great job. When I started Echelon fiction, this is kinda what I wanted it to be but I never had the drive to pull it off, I love how innovative you guys are being and changing things up getting your followers involved, its really cool! Good job, keep going