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ek823 replied to your post “Sebastian Stan is going to be playing a priest.”

My question is, is this animated or live action?

everything I can find so far, it appears to be one of those recreation documentaries. Most of the cast are listed as “voice of” but Seb’s synopsis doesn’t say ‘voice’ so maybe his role is visual (traditional acting/reenactment style)? 

I can’t wait to learn more.

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follow my lead [7&8] - replies

Since I may have missed 7, think of this as a jumbo reply session. Thanks for all the love, it’s been really welcome, the past couple of days especially. So, yeah, you’re all so lovely and I love each and every one of you who simply likes my writing very dearly. This is also a ridiculous amount of people leaving feedback which is honestly the best thing ever as are all of you! Thank. You. 

@lovely-geek [7] - I think I had myself worried for a few seconds there, honestly. [8] - I knowww I just want them together I have to force myself to drag this out a bit aha.

@stressedoutkylo [7] - I LOVE YOU FOREVER OMG I HAVE LEGIT ALWAYS WANTED TO BE BFFS WITH WANDA TOO. THEY’RE GONNA BE PLAYING PRETTY DUMB FOR A WHILE YET, THEY’RE VERY ANNOYING [8] -  That’s my favourite bit too I’m so glad you liked it and like marriage is maybe a bit soon but you’re invested and that’s all that matters to me I love it <3

@demoncrypt1066 Genuinely made me laugh out loud, I’m kinda sorry but not really :)

@selenasoftly I’ve never related to five words quite as much as I do those.

@diinofayce [7] - Thank you so very much! Also, best gif ever js. [8] - I hope you’re okay! I’m glad I could provide the fluff ;)

@sgtjbuccky Ah, thank you as always! I was slightly worried about the Wanda bit since I know people wanna see Bucky the most. I’m so glad you found the last moment as cute as it was meant to be, too! Thank YOU! ^-^

@thirstresponsibly [7] - They gonna take a while to get it together, as I say, they’re pretty annoying. But yeah, I didn’t put in anything about the worse dinners cause I thought, I’m pretty sure they can imagine that. [8] - That means a lot, I always want to put some subtleties into my writing and the fact they came across means everything!

@mehfuture I’m so glad you’re still enjoying this series, honestly makes me all fuzzy! My heart is full too :)

@sydariah  [7] - I’m so glad you thought so! Yeah, Loki is a pain in the proverbial backside when it comes to these dinners. I’m sure we can all imagine that. Still love him though ;) [8] Squee! You’re far too lovely to me!

@avengersbabe13 [7] - You’re the sweetest, thank you <3 [8] - So am I and I’m here for you too :D

@sarahp879 [7] - I’m so grateful for all your comments and so grateful you’re enjoying the series! :) [8] - More top quality bants coming soon (i hope)

@fandom-feathers Happy ending in a far off land promised...or is it? ;) Thank you so much, you’re so lovely!

@ek823 Thank you for all your reblogs, I appreciate it, and your lovely comments :)

@girl-next-door-recommends You’re so incredibly sweet and kind, thank you love! :)

@lostinspace33 [7] - I did! :) [8] - We’re just getting started!

@ign-is Don’t worry, I’ll treasure him best I can ;)

@uggfightme thank you! :D

@spidey-linquentimagines [7] - Because that is the best possible bad dinner scenario anyone could have thought up, that’s why :D [8] - You’re adorable, as always :)

@rnr1274 I’m so glad <3

@riddle-me-bliss [7] - I like highkey want her as a best friend so i get you there. [8] - This is also the constant struggle for me as I write this story ^-^

@slitherysneke I can’t thank you enough :)

@kat-lives I am such a sap for domestic Bucky I had to throw it in there and its the small details that I want to get you, so thank you! :)

@catching-fire-in-the-wind I’m so glad honestly this comment warmed my heart and made it full you are lovely and I love domestic Bucky and you <3

@buckysmetalgoddamnarm People keep mentioning the little details which really makes me happy because they’re so important to my entire writing style, so thank you! Honestly, this comment is so lovely because that’s exactly what I’m going for. I hope you continue to enjoy it you lovely human :D

@lilypalmer1987 YES TO YOU! Next chapter in a few minutes :)

@mixedupsammy This is so sweet, thank you :)

@faunacea That was my favourite bit to write! Next update very soon :)

@almondbuttercup Omg same!

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Saving Grace - Part 16

A/N- FINALLY an update!! 🙈

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I was woken up the next morning with Bucky kisses! The best way to wake up!

"Doll" i heard him mumble before pressing a kiss to my bare shoulder, then i felt him kissing my neck.

"Mmmm Buck...."

"Wake up pretty girl...."

"Nooooo" i moaned but started to giggle when his hands started tickling my sides  "thats cheating..... stop!"

"Are you awake?" He laughed.

"Not by choice but yes, im awake"

"Im sorry but its important"

"Whats wrong?"

"Nothings wrong but i think i found us the perfect house! I called to ask about a viewing and they said its a popular lot and its gonna be snapped up quick..... butttt i managed to get us in to see it.... well Pepper pulled some strings....."

"What? Slow down Buck...." i chuckled trying to take it all in.

"Sorry I'm just so excited for you to see it! its perfect for us and the kids...."

"Okay baby, what time do we have to be there?" I smiled, i loved seeing how happy and excited he looked and id do anything and everything in my power to keep that look on his face.

"We have an hour"

"Okay I'm up" i nodded as i got up from the bed, Bucky grabbed me for a kiss before i could go far.

"I really think you're gonna love this place!"

The house Bucky took me to looked huge as we drove up to it, a solitary, two story house with a wrap around porch surrounded by woodland. I smiled instantly, it was exactly what we had been looking for.

After walking around the property with Bucky i found myself looking out of the huge floor to ceiling windows at the back end of the house that over looked the prettiest meadow.... this place really was perfect.

"What do you think?" Bucky asked wrapping his arms around me from behind.

"I love it Buck" i smiled up at him "i can see us living here"

"Me too, I'm so glad you like it.... I've kinda fallen in love with the place"

"We can't afford this though....." i said sadly.

"Yes we can, all you have to do is say yes and its ours"

"Are you being serious right now??" I turned in his arms to face him, my eyes wide.... he had to be joking!

"Deadly. We'd have to sign for it now to secure it though. So are you 100% sure that this is the house for us?"

I nodded quickly with a huge smile "100%! But how? Buck this place...."

"Is ours. I knew it from the second i saw it. I have money and Pepper put in a good word for us....welcome home" he beamed before pressing a kiss to my lips.

When we got back to the tower i sat down with Wanda gushing about how beautiful the new house was. Telling her about the meadows and woodland that surrounded the property.

"I mean its like something out of a movie! Its perfect.... its like my dream home"

"Oh my.... Y/N this place is stunning.... can i move in with you?" Wanda laughed.

"You're more than welcome to come stay whenever you want theres plenty of room"

"I'll be sad to see you guys leave again but I'm so happy for you and Bucky. This is a big step for you guys"

"We'll still stop by all the time it'll be like we never left"

"You better!"

"Of course we will. I still can't believe we have a house! I was not expecting this when i woke up this morning. I didn't even know Bucky was house hunting in his own time, we always done that together"

"Im not surprised, Barnes is sneaky!" Wanda laughed.

"It was so lovely seeing how happy he looked while we were at the house Wand's. Gotta say i was not expecting to wake up and go buy a house this morning! I actually thought Bucky was a little mad at me...."

"Why would he be mad at you?"

"because he found me training with Steve yesterday" i shrugged "he's worried he's gonna loose me and the kids"

"Well thats just crazy.... you'd never leave him"

"I know that but its obviously a problem with Bucky. He feels threatened because of the kids...."

"I get where he's coming from i guess"

"I do too but he's wrong. Id never go back to Steve, for so many reasons but i have to have some kind of civil relationship with him, he's the father of my kids at the end of the day and he's gonna be in our life" i shrugged "I don't wanna spend the rest of my life fighting with Steve".

"Do you think.... never mind" Wanda shook her head deciding against saying whatever she was going to say.

"What was you gonna say Wands?"

"Its just, do you think Bucky found that house as quick as he did to get you away from Steve? maybe he feels threatened having you under the same roof...."

"No.... we were already looking"

Was Wanda right?? Did he find the house so suddenly because he felt threatened... jealous even?

I spent the rest of the day constantly thinking about what Wanda had said and it was driving me mad!

Once the kids were down for the night Bucky and i decided to watch a movie before bed. It was about halfway through when I finally had to ask Bucky about the house.

"Hey Buck?" I looked up at him, my head was currently in his lap as his fingers ran through my hair.

"Yeah doll?"

"I need to ask you something....."

"Sure, what is it?"

"its just Wanda said something earlier and now thats all i can think about......"

"What did she say?"

"She just asked if us finding a house so quickly was because maybe you wanted me away from Steve?"

"No....of course not. I'll admit i was a little pissed after seeing the two of you yesterday in the gym.... i couldn't sleep, so i sat up looking at houses" he said looking unsure if he should be admitting how much he it got to him yesterday.

"I'm not gonna lie and say im not glad we'll be away from him though" he smiled "he's getting too comfortable around you and i dont like it".

"Bucky Barnes are you jealous??"

"No......" he blushed

"You have nothing to be jealous of babe i promise. You're the only man for me"

"What if im not enough....." he asked sadly avoiding eye contact. I sat up suddenly taking his face in my hands to make him look at me.

"You are more than enough and i love you so much".

"I love you more"

"Thats an argument you'll never win" i shrugged giving him a smile before leaning in to kiss him "how about you take me to bed Barnes and i'll prove it".

"I can never say no to you doll" he grinned before literally tossing me over his shoulder and running towards the bedroom.

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The Search for Mrs Barnes

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Part 2

Summary: When did the Winter Soldier get married?

"JARVIS? Blinds."

"Yes, Mr. Barnes."

The blinds of the shared space in Avenger's Tower began to lower, completely unaffecting Bucky on the balcony. He lay in an overpriced lounge chair, with overpriced sunglasses perched on his nose and an overpriced phone in hand. 

He had barely shot off a text before he heard the whirring of the blinds receding back into the walls behind him. 

"JARVIS?" 

"Going down, sir."

It had been a quiet few days in the Tower ever since Tony locked himself away and Natasha slipped out in the middle of the night. The quiet was nice, gave Bucky a chance to relax and hey, he deserved it after decades of unrest, as did Steve.

Too bad Steve wasn't going to get any rest today.

The shutters were retracted again and Bucky left that fact in mind as he searched for the best reaction gif. Cats. Cats are always the best reaction gifs. 

"JARVIS, you know what to do."

"Yes, sir."

Bucky opened up his front facing camera and angled it to capture the common room behind him, the common room he was slowly losing vision on thanks to the heavy metal shutters JARVIS was sending down upon his request. He pressed record and waited barely five seconds before glass shattered outward around the imposing figure of his best friend, Steve Rogers. Steve managed to clear a Steve-sized space for himself just as the shutters brushed the top of his All-American blond head. Biceps bulging he braced against the two inch steel plates until the whirring of the motors turned into more of a whine and eventually let out a last breath of smoke.

Bucky stopped recording and started perusing filters from behind his perfectly tinted shades.

"Buck?"

"Over here, pal."

Too bad the cat ear and whisker filter didn't catch on Steve's contorted face. If only he had stopped the blinds looking a little more selfie ready. Steve was barely even out of breath by the time he reached Bucky.

"These damn shades! I don't know what's wrong with them but I'm trying to draw. Mind if I join you out here?"

Bucky snorted, loud and inelegant. They couldn't have given Steve and serum that helped him figure out when he was being messed with? Bucky had gotten away with this shit since 1929, good thing it wasn't getting boring. 

Bucky shrugged and Steve did a light jog back to the common room for his notebook.

"I will have to inform Mr. Stark of yet another malfunction with the safety panels, Mr. Barnes." 

If JARVIS had a tone one could consider condescending it was just thrown Bucky's way. Good thing Bucky could dodge passive aggressive comments as well as he dodged punches.

"I'm sure he's too busy with other things to care right now."

Steve was back in no time, looking sheepishly back at the large hole and partially retracted panel. In one hand he gripped a sketchbook and in the other a set of pencils. He dropped the pencils onto the small table between the two lounge chairs. Without taking his eyes off his phone Bucky snatched one of the pencils up and tucked it under his thigh.

"Do you think they were programmed to mess with me? Something Tony did maybe?"

Steve settled into his seat and opened his sketchbook before hovering his fingers over his mess of pencils. His eyes roamed across each one, brows furrowed in his search.

"They're not programmed. Lose something?"

"Yeah…" Steve trailed off like he barely heard Bucky's words. Bucky pulled up the front-facing camera again and held his arm out and slightly higher than his head, putting on a bright smile as he captured himself and what ended up being mostly the top of a blond head, but a hint of a frown just below a long nose. 

"I must've left it inside." He finally concluded heaving a huge sigh. Making a dad noise as he rose Steve sauntered away, no pep in his step this time.

Bucky slipped the pencil out from under his leg and tossed it into Steve's seat. He closed his eyes and placed his phone on his chest and waited for the next interesting thing to happen. The next thing ended up being Steve's return. Bucky lowered his glasses to take in the sight of his friend's baffled face and dejected posture. He always looked so silly with his hands on his hips like that.

"I don't know where the hell - oh!"

Steve plucked the missing pencil from where it had fallen in the seam between the top and bottom of the chair, dejection fading into triumph. No suspicion bloomed in his mind about how the damn thing ended up there, which just made it more fun for Bucky. 

"Good job." 

Bucky's phone let out a cheerful ping and his attention immediately whipped back to his phone, thumbs moving rapidly to reply to the text that had come in. Steve, not yet engrossed in his drawing, smiled softly at his best friend's enthusiastic texting.

"Who you talkin' to Buck?" He asked casually, leaning back and pulling a knee up to rest his sketchbook on.

"My wife."

Steve hummed in acknowledgment, pencil trained above the paper, before the words seemed to hit him. 

"Wait, wife?"

It was Bucky's turn to hum. He opened his sudoku app and started a game.

"You have a wife?" 

Steve said each word slowly and with the lilt of a question. Bucky hummed again.

"Yeah, you know her."

His sketchbook was completely tossed aside, abandoned by his feet. His full attention was now on Bucky who did not afford him the same level of scrutiny.

"I do?"

"You introduced us, pal" He replied matter-of-fact.

Bucky stood and stretched his arms high above his head, his crop top riding up even higher than it already sat and distracting Steve momentarily.

"Is that Nat's shirt?"

Bucky smirked and looked down, pressing his nose to his shoulder and breathing in deep, taking comfort in the smell of a familiar perfume.

"No, but these are Tony's glasses."

Bucky lowers them slightly to toss his friend an animated wink before leaving his friend to his drawing and if he kicked an extra bit of glass out of the pane Steve broke it was nothing anyone could prove he did later...at least on purpose.

Steve finally picked his jaw up off the floor a few minutes later and the first thing he did when his brain finally wrapped around his best friend's sudden relationship status was pull out his phone and dial a familiar number.

"Did you marry Bucky?"

Natasha was silent for a beat too long just to make Steve realize how stupid his question was.

"No, but we're going to find out who did."

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Chris & Ellie Series: Episode 23.5

SURPRISE!!!! It’s my birthday today... but I’m giving y’all a present! 🎉🎉

I don’t have much to say today... but I just want to give a quick shout out to the ladies who help me with this series @nomadicpixel​ @heather-lynn​ @alievans007​ and @mrs-captain-evans​. This series wouldn’t be what it is without you four.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Ellie Spencer (OFC)

Rating: PG

Warnings: n/a

Episode Summary: Ellie and Scott watching an

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The Chris and Ellie series is primarily chronological. It begins with a flash forward to 2016 and has a few other scenes in the future. However, the majority of their story is told in chronological order starting in 2013 and going through 2017. Each episode starts with a date to help you place it within the story.

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Episode 23

Episode 23.5: Go Ducks!

October 11, 2014

"I hope you're right about this," Scott muttered as he and Ellie walked towards the front door of a bar.

"I've been here before," Ellie said with a roll of her eyes. "This is the place to watch Oregon Duck football in Los Angeles. It's our official bar, you might say."

There was a smattering of Oregon Duck fans in the front of the bar as well as other college football fans who had gathered to watch games, but it wasn't until they got into one of the private rooms that they found the watch party of fifty people or so gearing up for the start of the game.

"I've never seen so much green and yellow in one room," Scott mumbled under his breath, making Ellie grin.

"You poor, deprived angel," she said, patting his shoulder in sympathy. "It's good I came into your life when I did."

"I know you're being a sarcastic bitch on purpose," he told her as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "But you're right."

"Come on, let's get some food and try and find seats," she said.

Prior to sending Lisa her two weeks' notice, Ellie had told Scott that she wasn't going to work at the house anymore. He hadn't been shocked; he'd seen the writing on the wall as she separated herself from his brother. But he had been worried about what it meant for their friendship.

Ellie had assured him that her moving out and no longer coming to the house wouldn't have any impact on their relationship. Sure, she wouldn't be around all the time, but they'd still get together and hang out. The only stipulation being that it wouldn't happen at Chris's house.

Since then, they'd gotten together at least once a week. Whether it was to watch a movie at her apartment or going out for a meal together.

Today's outing for the Oregon Duck vs UCLA Bruins football game was a bonus event. They had played with the idea of going to the actual game since it was in Los Angeles, but after seeing the price of the tickets and where the visiting teams' fans sat, they had opted to come to the alumni watch party.

With plates loaded with food, they found an empty table and sat down. While they waited for the game to start, they talked about Scott's current projects as well as about Ellie's new side project, volunteering at an afterschool program three days a week.

When the game finally started, Scott wasn't sure what to expect from the crowd that had gathered to watch the game. It was a mix of mostly adults from their late 20s to a couple who looked like they were in their 80s, and there were even a few kids in attendance.

He wasn't a fan, yet, but he had been following the Oregon Ducks football team this season if only for Ellie to have someone to talk to about the games. He knew that despite losing their coach, Chip Kelly, to the NFL earlier in the year, the Ducks were in the midst of what promised to be an amazing season with their quarterback Marcus Mariota leading the way.

Then last week happened. The Ducks suffered their first loss of the season against the Arizona Wildcats and it had been a close game that had unraveled at the end. With that loss, Oregon had dropped from #2 in the national football rankings down to #12.

With that in mind, Scott had expected the watch party goers to be subdued, but they surprised him. They'd been vocal and cheering from the kickoff. Even Ellie, after a few plays, got into the excitement.

By halftime with the Ducks ahead 21 to 10, the group became more relaxed and started to mingle. The people at the table next to them teased Scott about his lack of school spirit. Ellie's attempt to help him out, by saying that he was originally from Massachusetts, hadn't helped him at all. Which was how he ended up the winner of the raffle prize, an Oregon duck shirt and hat, when the real winner had learned he didn't have any Duck stuff.

Wearing his new Oregon Duck t-shirt and hat, Scott found himself cheering along with Ellie and the rest of the group as the third quarter got started. The Ducks scored two touchdowns within a few minutes and then scored another touchdown to start the fourth quarter. Making the score 42 to 10.

The tension and unease that had been in the private room when they'd first arrived at the bar was gone, replaced with confidence of their team's ability to bounce back from defeat. Even Scott found himself caught up in it.

With the starters off the field and the backups in for the Ducks, UCLA managed to score three touchdowns in the fourth quarter, but it was too little too late for the home team. The Ducks ended up winning 42 to 30.

As the game ended and Ellie chatted with the couple at the table next to them, Scott found himself remembering the games that he, Ellie and Chris had watched together last season. Both for football and baseball. Even the games their teams had lost in had been fun to watch because of who he had been with.

Obviously, he and his brother hadn't watched any games together this year, but neither had he and Ellie. It wasn't until now, as they were getting ready to leave the bar, that Scott realized how much he had missed watching football with her, and his brother. Both separately, but also together.

He knew that Ellie had needed to take a step back after everything that happened with Chris and Scott fully supported her. She was finding out who she was and becoming an independent woman.

A woman that Scott was still 100% sure was the right one for his thick-headed brother.

Someday and somehow, he would prove that to both of them.

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Pairing: David Hale x Reader

Summary: “Where Hale always liked the reader and she comes home and sees him?”- Anonymous

You pulled into the police station and sat in the car for a minute. The building looked just like it did before you’d left. Everything in Charming looked exactly the same.

“Here goes nothing,” you sighed, checking the visor’s mirror to fix any imperfections. Not that it would matter, if what Jax had told you was true.

You got out of the car, taking deep breaths as you approached the front doors. Most people would be nervous about being out alone at night, but you were safe in Charming. You were more concerned with what you were about to walk into.

As expected, the precinct was nearly empty. The only signs of life inside were soft pants and moans coming from one of the offices down the hallway. You followed the sounds slowly, careful not to alert them of your presence, until you came to a cracked door with light flooding from it.

A quick peek inside revealed deputy Hale, free of his shirt and a woman trailing kisses down his torso. Her hands made quick work of his buckle, and you waited until she nearly had him out of his pants before barging inside.

“Excuse m- Oh my god!” you exclaimed, waiting until the deputy got a good look at you before turning around. 

“Y/N?!” You could tell he was scrambling to get his clothes back on.

“I’m sorry, I was just looking for chief Unser.”

“He’s not here!” the woman snapped, boring a glare to the back of your head.

“Clearly. What time will he be in tomorrow?”

David appeared in front of you, his shirt still partially unbuttoned. “It is you…” he said, face flushed and voice breathy. He looked at you the way he always had; when you passed on the street, or in the halls at school, often too flustered to even say ‘hello’. “You look great. It’s been so long, you probably don’t rememb-”

“Wayne’ll be back in the morning,” the woman called from behind you.

You held back a scoff while David shut his eyes in frustration.

“I’m sorry about that… about-”

“It’s none of my business,” you waved dismissively. You stepped around him and made your way toward the doors, feeling his eyes on you as you suspected you would. “Oh, and David?” you turned back, trying not to chuckle as he visibly perked. “It hasn’t been that long.”

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That’s Christmas to Me {1/?}

Warnings: Swearing

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King of your heart

A/N: Just one more prompt and I’m back on track!! This is just a cute little blurb written in all haste and as all the other fics I’ve posted lately it’s not at all edited, but I hope someone finds joy between the words

Prompt: “This isn’t working, is it?”

Word count: 949

Warnings: None at all!

Loki Laufeyson x reader

It was finally here! The most wonderful time of the year had finally arrived!, yeah, right, what a load of crap that was. This part of the year has not been any different from the rest besides that it now is freezing cold and you need a million layers of clothing just to step out the door. Still, you prefer this weather to the inhuman heat waves washing in on the country every summer, in your own words ‘it was hot enough to get everyone roasted’, a pun that, mind you, against popular belief had been very well received. 

Even if there were a lot of things with this holiday season causing you more problems than enjoyment, there is one thing that will bring a smile to your lips every time. Figure skating, or just skating in general, if there's ice involved you were in, simple as that. When a certain god sauntered in to your life, quite literally, you didn’t know of his chilly heritage. You had found out by accident one time during the cursed summertime a few months ago, and ever since you had loved him even more. It must have been fate, if there was such a thing out there, that is.

You had been laying the groundwork for the past few weeks now, you had been sucking up to him left and right, being overly sweet, baking him those cookies he loves so much despite them being a ‘midgardian miniature’ of whatever cookies they had back in his beloved Asgardian palace. Dating a literal prince had its pros and cons, mostly pros, but when it came to normal everyday chores such as laundry or cooking he was hopeless. But you loved him nevertheless. You wanted him to come ice skating with you tomorrow, you wanted to show him the only holiday activity worth trying. It would have been an easy feat if he wasn’t as stubborn  as a donkey’s backside.

You approached him with caution, much like you would a scared animal. He sat in his usual spot by the window, feet propped up on a nearby table, a book in his lap lazily kept in place with two fingers and head relaxing against a Christmas pillow. Moreover, that pillow is one of the few Christmas decorations you allowed into your home, it reflected you holiday spirit perfectly, and quite frankly summed up Loki’s entire character in two simple words “Oh deer”. Both funny and useful, the perfect combination.

You stood still, silently watching him for a while, contemplating if this really was a good idea. Your nerves were all on edge and you made a mental note to never wear a shirt with cufflinks when trying to ask important questions. It was now or never. You had to get it out before you changed your mind and just walked away again. You started with a careful yet noticeable clearing of your throat to catch his attention. He didn’t look up from the old pages of parchment but you knew he was listening to you thanks to the slight rising of his right eyebrow.

“Loki, I was uh… I was wondering… If you, might, you don’t have to by any means, but it would make me very happy if yo-”

You had started to word vomit. Great. And you would have continued on with that if you hadn’t been stopped by a curious gaze sent your way accompanied with a loud thud as the book that he had previously been reading snapped shut. His feet were no longer resting on the table and his very regal, and to be honest, somewhat degrading position, told you that you now had his full attention. 

“You’re stalling, my dear. What is it?”

It was a simple sentence, yet he managed to calm you down with so little. It amazed you what effects he had on you, but right now there was no time for such thoughts right now, you had a mission to accomplish. At least that’s what you kept on telling yourself. 

“I just.. uhm… wanted to ask you if you wanted to come skating with me tomorrow?”

For a minute there you thought you’d just rambled on in front of a statue or something with how still he had become. He had clearly not expected that to be the ‘very important thing’ you wanted to ask him before. The clock ticked on and on and he didn’t move a muscle. Not. A. One. Maybe you broke him? He didn’t even blink for a solid three minutes before the silence finally got to you and you, once again, started to ramble in a futile attempt to save the situation.

“This isn’t working, is it? I tried to ask nicely, maybe I shouldn't have said anything, I will just go by myself tomorrow, really, there’s no problem at all I’ll eve-”

“Will you stop talking for a second, pet? I may have been surprised by your proposition at first, but seeing as it means so much to you I’ll gladly accompany you to this ‘ice skating’ thing you talk so fondly about.”

Now that was a welcomed surprise, not like last year when you got stuck up a turkey’s ass, but that’s a story for another time. Tomorrow you would get to show loki the real reason why you adored ice as much s you did, and who knows, maybe he will come to share this love with time. You just couldn’t wait for him to realize he was a king already. He was the king of your heart.

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Truth Serum

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A chapter from my book The Winter's Shadow which you can read on AO3

Bucky x OC Carmen

Spring - Avengers Tower, Manhattan, New York - May 7, 2022

3:30 AM

The time was glaring Bucky in the face, the taunting red numbers annoying him to no end. It was another sleepless night for him and he knew any attempt to get some rest was useless. And so, he groaned, pressing his pillow firmly into his face before he rolled out of bed. The tower was silent as he padded noiselessly down the hall.

The team was out on a weekend assignment, leaving only himself and Carmen. Under the presumptions she was locked in her room, as the pair frequently were, he determined his journey to the kitchen to be a safe venture. It wasn’t until the soft and timeless voice of the elusive recluse flooded out of his destination’s doorway that he realized he was wrong.

She was singing intimately to herself, low and quiet, and the ancient but familiar sound stopped him abruptly. He hadn’t noticed it had knocked the breath out of him until he found himself sucking in a sneaky breath, pressing himself flat against the wall. Bucky squinted his eyes as he followed the words, never admitting to himself that he was stalling to savor each delicate note.

Got an angel on my shoulder

Got a penny in my pocket

And I found a four-leaf clover

And I put it in my locket

Wished on all the stars above me

And I caught the nearest rainbow

Gonna find someone to love me

Gonna find someone to love

The clank of dishware pierced over her voice, the rolling of the drawers and the shink of Tony’s expensive silverware joining, but her lyrics never lingered as she bustled through the kitchen, preparing one of her signature midnight monstrosities.

Well I tossed a lot of nickels in the wishing well

And saved the fortunes that the fortune cookies tell

I got a lucky penny and a mustard seed

But a warm and tender love is all I need

And I want a love that lingers

And a strong one through and through

So I'm gonna cross my fingers

That I'll find a boy who loves me true

And I'm gonna love him too

Coward was never a word to describe Bucky Barnes, but certainly, many similar terms could be pinned on him when affronted with the very woman he was most definitely hiding from as he stuck like glue to the wall outside the kitchen. His breath was slow and even, but his heart was pounding. If the team saw him now, he’d look like a total idiot, the thought bouncing in his head which he shook away to gather himself. They seldom truly spoke to one another aside from bitter remarks and stale small talk when it wasn’t business, and there was no reason to believe it would be any different this time. So after a few moments of composing his strength and patience, he appeared in the kitchen.

Her back was to him, wrestling with a scooper in a tub of mint chocolate ice cream and clad in a fuzzy, black robe covering, what he assumed to be, her signature black, satin romper. With her long, dark curls twisted into a tight bun, she was a sight of chaotic beauty. Her pale skin was soft despite the years of abuse and scars always seemed to hold a certain delicacy when placed upon her skin.

She seemed unaware of him, but he knew she had sensed him.

“I never took you for the love song type.”

His back pressed against the frame of the doorway as his arms crossed in front of him. He figured he would start a conversion, give himself the advantage in case one started anyways, but he chastised himself for his choice of subject.

Great job, Barnes, admit you were listening and be snarky.

To his surprise, nothing in her seemed bothered: no tensing of her shoulders or straightening of her head.

She just carried on with her preparations, shrugging as she deadpanned, “I was going to say, ‘I never took you as the stalker type,’ but that wouldn’t be true, now would it?”

He hadn’t realized she let out a small scoff before she spoke and it wasn’t until he made the same sound himself that it connected for him. She had just laughed at something he said. NOt the sarcastic kind, no, genuine, amused laughter.

She scoffed, idiot, she wasn’t rolling on the floor.

Bucky shook the intrusive thought away, preferring his own interpretation. When it came to the matter of Carmen, especially with him, that was close e-damn-nough to laughter. He observed her silently for a moment, but after watching her pour an ungodly mountain of crushed soft peppermints and caramel sauce into her bowl, he could no longer remain quiet.

“What in the absolute hell are you concocting?”

“Probably the best thing I ever made,” she paused for a moment, thinking, before she propped up a finger, “Well, maybe not, but it’s up there.”

She slid a pan over and scraped a slice from the leftover chocolate ganache pie Tony had bought two nights before, slamming it on top of the scoops.

“Pie and ice cream?”

“Pie in ice cream,” she finally turned to him, nodding towards the bowl as she began to smush the slice into the mint chocolate, “there’s a difference.”

With a hum of approval, she slid the dessert across the island towards the barstools before she gasped and dove into the cabinet. Gingerly plucking the container of instant coffee, she tipped it over and dumped an unhealthy serving onto her pile of sugar. Finally satisfied, she swung her legs onto the counter and slid off the other side, landing on a stool and barely gripping the counter to stop her from tipping backward onto the floor. She did all with such elegant grace that it made him stare in wonder at her movements.

She was very quick to shovel a bite into her mouth, a look of bliss overtaking her features as she groaned softly. He was still just staring, a look of admiration contemplation set gently on his weary face, and she soon caught on to the steady gaze.

Lifting her face from her ravaging, she furrowed her brows briefly, nodding once more to the bowl, “Want some?”

His arms dropped from his chest, taking a few steps forward into the kitchen as he looked to the hall and back with incredulous wide eyes.

“Are you actually, willingly offering me your food?”

She placed her spoon down with a clank and met his eyes. He could finally see the exhaustion in her, her usually piercing eyes duller.

“I doubt you came in here to eavesdrop on love songs,” she began, and he remembered just how easy she could read him, “It’s just one of those nights. We’re in here for the same reason.”

Bucky was leaning against the counter now, elbows resting on the marble.

“Sitting in bed and staring at the wall is a waste of time. Making ice cream that could put me in a sugar coma? So much better.”

Carmen spoke with amusement, but he could see past it and into the sadness that lurked there. This time, oddly enough, she wasn’t hiding it.

“You’re being uncharacteristically honest.” Barnes was skeptical of her sudden openness, and he knew something was out of the ordinary.

Lifted from the chair beside, glass included, was the ornate bottle of Asgardian mead Thor had gifted to those of the team who were immune to anything else. The corner of her mouth was lifted upwards in a sideways smirk as she clacked it onto the counter.

“Guilty as charged,” she was pouring herself another drink, the number of which he did not know, “It’s my truth serum. Might make me a little too honest.”

He nodded silently as she added with a point to her midnight snack, “Offer still stands.”

They looked at each other for a moment, wordless, and with a finally relenting shrug, he sighed an “Okay,” and pushed away from the marble.

“You know where the spoons are.”

“Yep.”

He made quick work to the seat beside her, allowing ample space between their elbows as she slid the bowl in between them.

The first bite was truly, and unexpectedly delicious, but his composure never waved as they picked at the dessert.

“I think this is the most pleasant interaction we’ve ever had since we got here,” Bucky joked, but she knew there was a genuineness to his statement.

“Power of alcohol, huh?” Her gaze dropped to her lap and an emptiness darkened her expression.

“Can I be honest again?”

The flat attempt at lightheartedness slowed his response as he watched her profile.

“Sure,” he spoke quietly, unsure of what she could possibly say.

“We don’t usually get along. We both know that. But honestly? I’m afraid to look at you. I was afraid that when I did, I was just going to see everyone else.” She paused, swallowing dryly as a sad scoff puffed from her lips. “Now, I’m scared that it’s the complete opposite. When I look at you, the only thing I see is you.”

Bucky’s whole body froze, his breath catching in his throat at her last words. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears as his mouth went dry and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t focus his mind enough to form a reply.

Carmen, however, seemed unphased and unaware of Bucky’s ever-intensifying emotions, throwing back another shot, and continuing her ramblings.

“You know what else? I’m terrified to sleep alone, because every time I close my eyes, I feel like they’re right there, just waiting.” She shook her head and laughed at herself. “It’s so stupid. I’ve faced some of the worst things this world has to offer and I’m afraid to go to sleep.”

“I don’t think it’s stupid,” Bucky’s voice was unsupported as he finally pulled himself from his stupor, clearing his throat and shoving another spoonful into his mouth.

Carmen turned to him, an unreadable expression on her face before a smile tugged at the corner of her delicate lips and she nodded with a soft laugh, “Sober me is going to kill me.”

“I don’t think you’ll be the only one she’s after.”

They chuckled together as she stared absentmindedly at the bowl in front of them. A few seconds of silence passed before she spoke again with a shrug.

“But I’d rather be honest now, finally pass out, and forget everything in the morning than go in everyday thinking like that and never saying a word. It sucks, you know? That we can’t just say what we need to say, always walking around with a million thoughts in our heads and never getting to deal with them. I’m sick of being silent. And I’m sick of being too much of a pussy to do anything about it.”

For the second time, Bucky was speechless.

“At least now I can hide behind my alcohol.”

Running from her admissions, she cracked a joke and nudged his arm as her tired, hooded eyes met his. Her cheeks were flushed from the drinks, the tips of her ears dusted a light cherry. She was beautiful, and Bucky found himself lost on her vibrant, plump lips. At first, he thought it was his boyish imagination playing tricks when it seemed Carmen slowly began to lean for him. But as her eyes began to flutter, lips parting ever so slightly, his heart caught in his throat. He couldn’t do this, it wouldn’t be right. She was drunk and definitely wouldn’t be leaning in to kiss him if she wasn’t plastered. It would be entirely wrong of him to go along with it, even if maybe he...wanted to.

His cheeks flushed red-hot, first at the thought of things, but soon exasperated at the realization that he’d been wrong when her face missed his and her forehead rammed softly into his shoulder with a dramatic sigh.

“I’m so tired,” she mumbled into the fabric of his shirt.

“I’m such an idiot,” he hissed into the void of his own mind.

Boy, was he carrying the torch for her...

“You should get some sleep,” he finally cracked out, clearing his throat and pushing away an intrusive thought that tried to plague him.

Another sigh and she pushed herself harder into him, nearly slipping out of her chair if he hadn’t caught her. A tired giggle slipped past her lips.

“Carry me,” was all she said, snacking her arms around his neck a she turned her head, warm breath fanning over his skin and sending a shiver down his spine.

She always was a little demanding when she was drunk.

In all honesty, he wasn’t sure if she’d make it to bed on her own. And so, he complied, taking a deep and calming breath before leaning her out of her chair and slipping an arm under her legs. Carmen groaned something incoherent but didn’t stir, laying still in his grasp as Bucky made his way out of the kitchen, minding her dangling feet in the doorways. He made quick work of the trip to her room, holding his breath in the uncomfortably quiet elevator, and walking briskly to her room. It was a bit of a juggle opening the door, but he managed, making his way gingerly through her tidy space. The ridiculous sheer presence of her bed still amused him to this day. She indulged on nearly nothing when they first moved to the tower, except for her bed. It was enormous, grandiose even, with more pillows than he could count in all different shapes, sizes, and styles. The comforter was black and full, with a few decorative blankets tangled within it. A mess as it always was, she never made it.

Gently, he laid her onto the bed, chuckling softly as she shoved her blankets out from underneath her with her feet and grasped tiredly for them. Bucky bent to grab them and pulled them to her hands. After she’d yanked them up to her chin and snuggled up with a soft, drunken smile, he found his services no longer needed and turned to leave. He was almost to the door when her soft and timid voice kissed his ears. And to think he’d almost missed it.

“Stay.”

One word, full of trepidation and earnest.

“Please.”

He’d stopped short, turning to see her shadowed face, his heart pounding again. She’d sat up, her hand reaching out lazily to him as she whispered once more.

“I don’t want to be alone.”

He couldn’t say no to her. It was as if his wild heart had taken over his mind and already decided for him. He had to stay for her. With a soft sigh and a dry swallow, he returned to her bedside, awkwardly perching at the foot of her bed.

“Lay down,” she grumbled into the silence, lightly kicking his back, “It’s weird if you’re just sitting there.”

Bucky chuckled quietly, taking a deep breath before he carefully shifted. He was careful to mind her space as he reclined, but she had no such caution, scooting herself flush to his side with a happy wriggle and little grin. When he turned to his face to see her, she was inches from him, glossy doe eyes locked on him.

He raised his brows at her stares, eliciting a drunken giggle from her lips as she sighed out, “You’re just pretty when you’re embarrassed.”

And with a sloppy boop of his nose, Carmen was out like a light, leaving Bucky wide awake. His cheeks were burning, neck flushed red as his heart pounded in his ears, a warmth spreading out from his chest in the silent dark of the night.

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Saving Grace - Part 15

A/N: Just a quick update because i've been slacking!! 💕

As lovely as my weekend away with Bucky had been i was so happy to be back with Harrison and Grace. Harrison had been so excited to see us when we got back to the compound.... he crashed out an hour later, clearly he wore himself out!

The next couple of days i mostly spent with Wanda, she was helping me with the kids while we sorted out the details for Harrison's birthday party. Bucky, Sam, Steve and Clint had all been kept busy with work. Bucky and Sam had had so many meetings with Ross while Clint and Steve had been training recruits.

"I can't believe our little Harry is 4 the day after tomorrow!" Wanda smiled sadly as we finished sorting some last minute party details "i missed so much of those years..."

"Aww Wan, dont be sad. You're here for him now thats all that matters, Harrison loves his Auntie Wands"

"I love him too! And my little miss Gracie, Y/N you seriously have the perfect kids!"

"They are pretty great, but i'm totally biased" i laughed quietly trying not to disturb Grace who was fast asleep in my arms.

"How's the house hunting going?"

"We've seen a few places online" i shrugged "but honestly, we just haven't had time to properly look yet what with Bucky being stuck in meetings most of the day. He comes home exhausted most days, i can't expect him to sit up for hours looking for houses"

"Ross has definitely kept them busy since you've been back from your dirty weekend" she smirked while wiggling her eyebrows.

"Funny" i laughed shaking my head at her "I think i preferred it when he didn't want Bucky and Sam involved in whatever god awful plans he's making"

"I think we all did" she chuckled.

Once the final details for Harrisons party were sorted i headed down to the gym to meet Bucky while Wanda stayed with the kids. We had arranged for some refresher training after the break in and realising how rusty i was, it was decided it would be a good idea for me to get back into fighting shape.... of course Bucky volunteered to help me. Walking into the gym i looked around for that man of mine but he was nowhere in sight, i sat and waited for 15 minutes and still nothing.

Y/N: Hey babe, i'm at the gym.... you still okay for our training session? Xx

Bucky: Fuck, sorry baby i'm still in this meeting with Ross..... can we reschedule something for tomorrow? Xx

Y/N: okay not a problem, i'll see you later xx

I tucked my phone into my bag and grabbed my water bottle ready to head back to the living quarter's when i heard my name being called, I turned around and was face to face with Steve.

"Hey, you leaving already?" He asked looking confused "you just got here"

"Yeah i was supposed to be meeting Bucky, he was going to train with me. After the break in and realising how out of practice i am we thought it'd be a good idea" i shrugged.

"He ain't coming?"

"Nope, Ross has them stuck in some meeting"

"I could help you.... i mean its not like i haven't trained with you before and im done for the day"

"I don't know....."

"Wow, you're really gonna turn down the chance to land some punches on me huh?"

"Well when you say it like that..... sure! Lets do this" i smiled shaking my head "just go easy on me its been a while since i've done this"

"We'll go slow, come on" he nodded towards the sparing mats and i followed him over, Steve tossed me some gloves while he took off his hoody and rolled his shoulders out.

"When was the last time you trained?"

"Before i found out i was pregnant with Harrison" i replied avoiding eye contact with Steve, i remembered it clearly. The second i found out i was pregnant i decided i was out of the avenging life, and being a new mom i just didn't have the time for training.

"Wow"

"I know, i should have at least tried to keep up with some of it...."

"No, its not that, its just you look good"

"Having two kids keeps me busy" i shrugged "besides, i could use the tone up. Im still carrying some baby weight..."

"Well not that my opinion counts but i think you look great" Steve said blushing slightly, it reminded me of when we first started dating. Steve would always get embarrassed when paying me a compliment, it was cute. I finished fastening the gloves and stepped onto the mat to stand in front of Steve who held up his bare hands.

"You don't wanna grab some pads??"

"Im good, i can take it" he smirked.

"Lets do this then".

It only took 10-15 minutes before i was finally getting into it, the moves suddenly falling into place, my confidence increasing.

"Okay i think we're good here for today my hands are gonna bruise" Steve smirked after a good 40 minutes of sparing.

"It'll be gone in seconds don't be a baby Steve..... besides i'm enjoying myself"

"How about we change it up then, lets work on your defence. Gloves off, i'm gonna come at you.... stop me"

"Stop you?? Steve you're a super soldier!"

"I'll go easy on you sweetheart don't worry" he chuckled, his laugh quickly dying when he noticed his slip up of calling me sweetheart, old habits die hard i guess. I didn't react to it i just pulled off the gloves and turned to throw them off to the side. While my back was turned Steve lunged at me wrapping his arms around me so my arms were pinned to my body.

"Hey! Cheater!" I moaned struggling in his hold.

"Break free..... remember what i used to tell you?"

I tossed my head back hard hitting Steve in the nose, he wasn't expecting me to hit him so hard and loosened his hold on me enough so i could elbow him in the gut, i turned in his arms and was about to aim for the groin but he quickly blocked my attack and swept my legs out from under me. I landed hard on my back, Steve was then straddling my hips with my hands pinned to the floor.

"Nice try..... did you have to head butt me that hard though?" He laughed.

"It wasn't that hard, maybe you're outta practice too old man".

"Whats going on here?" I heard Bucky from behind and i turned as much as i could to look at him.

"Hey babe, Steve offered to train with me.....but i'm not so sure he's up for the job. Old man Rogers can't even take a head butt to the face anymore"

"Still kicked your ass though"

"You can get off of her now man, you've proved your point. I'll take over from here" Bucky said throwing a death glare at his ex best friend. Steve quickly got up and went to reach his hand out to help me up but Bucky quickly beat him to it. I took Bucky's hand and he easily got me to my feet before pulling me close.

"You wanna carry on training for a bit longer or are you done?"

"I think i'm done for the day" i smiled up at him "i need a shower".

"Okay lets go"

"Thanks for the training session Steve"

"Sure, anytime".

Bucky was silent on the walk back to our room, unusually quiet.

"Hey, you okay? Did you have a bad meeting with Ross?" I asked closing the door so we had some privacy.

"Meeting was fine" he mumbled.

"So whats wrong?"

"Oh maybe it was walking in finding your ex straddling you in the middle of the gym....."

"Buck come on, he just offered to help me out for a bit"

"I know but i dont like it! Seeing him like that with you....." he shook his head and i knew he was thinking of Steve and I together.

"Hey, you have nothing to worry about. You know that right? Im yours.....Completely"

"I know that, i do, but i can't help but worry when i see you two together. You've got history and kids....."

"We have a shitty history incase you forgot? And the kids are yours, you might not be their biological father but you have been more of a dad to them than Steve has been"

"Im scared im going to loose you.... all of you"

"Baby you have nothing to worry about i promise you. I love you Bucky Barnes and im yours"

"I love you too doll, i love you so much" he leant down and kissed me hard pulling me tight to his body.

"You wanna come join me for that shower Sergeant?"

"Yes m'am".

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The Search for Mrs Barnes

Summary: When did the Winter Soldier get married?

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Chris & Ellie Series: Episode 24.5

Hello loves! Hope you guys are enjoying your Friday. I have the day off today and I’m supposed to be working on another episode... and instead I’ve spent the last hour or so fighting with Canva to be able to add the lovely Santa hats to my normal banner. Obviously I won.

A couple notes on this episode: this is just a short one, you know how the half episodes work, just little bonus story that doesn’t necessarily play into the plot that much. That said, did I foreshadow something coming up in the next episode? Maaaaaaaaaaaaybe. 😉

I’m posting this for y’all today because 1) I promised to and 2) because Oregon and Oregon State play their annual football game today. (By the way, I used the match up’s old name in this episode because it takes place in 2014, but as of this earlier year we no longer call it the Civil War.)

I hope you all have a nice weekend. Wear a mask. Be nice to everyone. And generally, don’t be an asshole.

xoxo Becca xoxo

Pairing: Chris Evans x Ellie Spencer (OFC)

Rating: G

Warnings: n/a

Episode Summary: This episode takes place in November 2014 and is a quick look at how Ellie spent Thanksgiving.

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

This episode can also be read on AO3.

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Episode 24

Episode 24.5: Quick Trip Home

November 29, 2014

Ellie stood next to her dad in the visitor seats at Reser Stadium for the matchup between Oregon State Beavers, the home team, and her beloved Oregon Ducks.

"This is awesome!" her dad, Mike Spencer, yelled into her ear to be heard over the crowd.

"Yes it is," Ellie yelled back.

She and her sisters had pooled their money together to buy tickets to the annual rivalry game between the Oregon Ducks and Oregon State Beavers football game, called the Civil War, for their dad's 60th birthday. Since she hadn't planned to come home for Thanksgiving, Ellie had figured he'd take her brother-in-law Garrett, but then her dad had asked her to go with him to the game.

After getting the ok to take time off from the bookstore, she'd flown home to Oregon Wednesday night and spent Thanksgiving with her parents and other family members. Then yesterday, she had hung out with her niece and nephew while her mom and sisters went shopping. 

Ellie always missed her family, to some degree, but it hadn't been until she'd gotten home and gotten a big hug from her mom and an even bigger hug from her dad that she realized how much she had needed to come home for a visit. Being around her family had revitalized her soul and had helped her heart hurt a little bit less.

At the same time, being around the loud, crazy, nosy bunch had also confirmed that she had made the right decision to stay in Los Angeles. Even if it meant being closer to family, moving back to Oregon wouldn't have been the right decision for her. At least, not right now.

For her final full day in Oregon, she and her dad had left home early in the morning in an attempt to beat the traffic to the game. Of course, everyone else had decided to do the same thing, so it had still taken them twice as long to get to Corvallis as normal. Then they'd killed time at one of her dad's cousin's houses, before they'd all driven to the stadium to tailgate before the game.

It was the first game she'd seen the Ducks play in person in a long time and with the way they'd been playing this year, it was even more exciting than the last time. The Ducks had only lost the one game to Arizona and had won the six games that had followed.

Even with the loss, they were still ranked in the top three in the national polls. Which meant that as long as they won the PAC-12 Championship, they would advance to the first ever semi-final game for the National Championship Playoffs.

Only adding to the excitement of the season was the fact that Marcus Mariota, the team's quarterback, was in the running to be named the Heisman Trophy winner for 2014. A trophy that no one at the university had ever won.

"LET'S GO DUCKS!" Ellie cheered as the offense took the field again.

By the time it was all said and done, the Ducks had beaten the Beavers 47 to 19.

The drive home had taken them ages and Ellie's voice was still hoarse the next morning when her parents took her to the airport for her early morning flight.

As quick and jam-packed as her trip to Oregon had been, Ellie felt happier than she had before and ready to take on whatever came next.

Episode 25

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Duckling Pt. 7

Pairing: AU!Teen Wolf x Reader x AU!Avengers, Derek Hale x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Peter learns why he should never, ever approach the owner of the yellow Skylark.

A/N: This one’s a short, little filler, but not to worry! The next part will probably be up by the time you finish this one!

A/N 2: Plot requester didn’t remember the name of the film this is based on, so if you recognize it, let me know!

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Nat hadn’t spoken to Brock since that game. He’d gone over to the house, actually walking up to the door, and asked to see her on a few occasions. She turned him away every time. She knew she was a hypocrite for getting as angry as she did, knowing she wouldn’t have cared had he attacked any other player on the team. It didn’t matter, though. She was actually pleased she was rid of him, much to her own surprise. More than anything, she was relieved that no one saw anything at the game. Still, she didn’t relax; she couldn’t. Not only would there be other games, but she knew it would only be a matter of time before someone ran into you. It was a small town, after all, at least compared to New York. All she could hope for was that no one recognized you when they did. 

The only bad thing about breaking up with Brock was that now she was back at square one; no boyfriend, no friends, and nothing to do. She considered pursuing something with Clint, but it seemed to her that every time they spoke, it was because she initiated it. 

Word spreads fast in school, so she knew everyone knew she had left her old group of friends behind, yet no one stepped up to try to befriend her. She thought for sure Clint would, but he didn’t. At first she thought maybe it was because he was Brock’s teammate, and it would complicate things or cause problems amongst the team, but it looked like Brock was getting the same treatment. It shocked her, as she didn’t think his usual crowd could ever do anything but worship the ground he walked on. She didn’t care, though. Brock was no longer her concern.

For the first time in a long time, Nat didn’t want distractions. She wanted something real. It hit her when she saw not only the concern of your teammates, but the concern of some of the academy’s players, too. She saw how T’Challa had commanded his players to back off when Derek beat Brock, and when Clint actually spoke to you, making sure you were ok. It made her realize just how lonely she really was.

She didn’t understand it until she saw Derek, though. He was even angrier than she was when Brock tackled you, and Clint’s words came flooding back to her.

When you see them together, you’ll know.

The relief on his face when he realized you weren’t hurt morphed into pure adoration. As he looked you over, needing to be sure you were alright, her own heart broke at having never seen that look on Brock’s, or anyone’s, face. Whatever Derek was, whatever he did or whatever facade he put up, it’s not who he was when he was with you. Meanwhile, she never dropped hers in front of anyone. No one had ever made her feel the way you seemed to make each other feel.

Now she’d seen you together, and she knew.

She never stood a chance.

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As much as Peter missed his friends and his old hangouts, he was starting to love his new home. He had a smart, beautiful girlfriend, an awesome car, and little to no city traffic to prevent him from enjoying it when the time came.

He was in the driveway again, listening to the radio in his ‘new’ Chevelle. It was about the only thing that worked in the old car, but that was the way he wanted it.  Sometimes the twins would join him, making engine sounds and pretending they were on a trip. Other times, he’d end his dates with Shuri there, talking until it was time for her to go home.

The sun had just set, and the light was quickly diminishing. Her brother was due to pick her up any minute, so they sat in the car, relishing the last few moments they had together. They were speaking animatedly about their plans for spring break, which Steve had surprised them with a trip to the southern part of the state, and invited Shuri to come along. She had squealed that she’d always wanted to go to Disneyland. 

A yellow car sped by, and Shuri pursed her lips at the gleam in Peter’s eye as he watched it shrink in the distance. He turned back to her, and his smile faltered at the worried look on her face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “You don’t like the Skylark?”

She shook her head. “It’s not that.”

“Oh, well, what is it?” He could hear her mind working, trying to decide if she should say what she was thinking. “Do you know who owns it?”

“No, not really. I know her name’s Y/N Lang, and she calls it Honeybee.”

“Aww,” Peter gushed. “That’s cute. You think she’ll let me take a picture of it? My friend Ned back home would-”

“No!” Shuri interrupted, clutching tightly on his arm. “You mustn't speak to her!”

“W-why not?”

Shuri sighed, deciding it would be better to tell him what she knew, rather than risk Peter putting himself in danger. “Because of Derek Hale.”

Peter knew that name, he’d even seen the guy around town once or twice. Most people seemed to be afraid of him, from what he could tell. “What’s he got to do with anything?”

“He’s her boyfriend,” she leaned in, whispering as if it was some big secret. “Things don’t go well for people who cross their path. I’d say ‘Just ask Matt Daehler’, but...”

Peter’s brows knit in confusion. “Who’s that?”

“A boy who was found drowned in a creek last year. A shallow creek. My cousin said it happened just days after he spoke to her. Derek was the prime suspect.”

Peter visibly paled, swallowing hard at the information she’d given him. “But, there wasn’t any evidence, was there? Since he’s free right now. Why did they think it was him?”

“Look, we don’t even know Derek. My cousin thinks all the rumors are true, but my brother’s not so sure.” She hesitated again, but she quickly relaxed, resigning herself to just getting it all out there. He’d hear everything eventually, it might as well be now. “His family died in a fire a few years ago. Only three people survived: him, one of his sisters, and an uncle who said it was a miracle he was able to get out. Then, two years ago, his sister was killed. Had their uncle been trapped in the house, the only surviving member would be Derek.”

“Wait, so people think he killed his own family?”

“That’s the rumor,” she said. “It’s not just family, but girlfriends, too! Before his sister, his girlfriend was found in the woods. Then it was an ex last year. Throat ripped right open. Then when Matt died, and people started saying he was seen talking to Derek’s current girlfriend…”

“They assumed he did it.”

A loud knock on Shuri’s window startled them, making them both scream. They could hear T’Challa laughing, and they climbed out of the car just as Bucky ran out the front door, clutching a large hunting knife in his hand. 

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There weren’t many times you were seriously angry at your sister, but this was one of them. You’d all been ready to go, and were only waiting on your dad to double check the back door was locked before leaving, when Cassie spilled juice all over herself.

Now your dad had to get Cassie cleaned up and changed. You’d offered to do it, but he already had her halfway up the stairs and told you to sit tight. You swallowed thickly, turning back toward the living room.

Hope smiled at you, but you could see it didn’t reach her eyes. You offered your own strained one in return before taking a seat on the couch across from her.

“So,” she began awkwardly, “will Derek be joining us tonight?”

“Oh, um, no. He has… other things to take care of.”

She nodded in understanding, only letting silence linger for a moment. “Everything’s going well at the garage?”

“Yeah, he’s… he’s good.”

“That’s good. And you? Are you happy at Argent’s?”

“Can’t complain.” You hadn’t noticed when your knee began to bounce, so you pulled your legs up and sat cross legged instead. 

“I hear your team made the semi-finals. Excited?”

The minutes dragged, and though you resolved to try to make things less awkward with Hope, it didn’t seem like it was any different than before. You suffered through small talk, silently begging your dad to hurry up and get down there already.

It felt like hours had passed by the time they descended the stairs, finally ready to begin your ‘family’ outing. They were a regular occurrence, but it was the first one Hope attended.

It wasn’t too bad, once it was the four of you again. You pretty much just focused on Cassie, keeping interactions with your dad and Hope to a minimum. It was easy enough to do, and easy enough to not let negative thoughts creep to the forefront of your mind. At least, it was until you fell a bit behind, and noticed how sweet the three of them looked together. 

They held Cassie up, swinging her between them as she laughed. You tried to be grateful that Hope seemed to genuinely care about them, but you couldn’t help the gnawing feeling in the pit of your stomach that made you question if there was room in that picture for you.

Your father’s laughter pulled you from your thoughts. As you picked up the pace to catch up, you realized it didn’t matter whether or not you fit in. You only had a little more than two years of school left. After that, you’d be off to college, or moving in with Derek, and you wouldn’t have to feel like the odd one out anymore.

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A little sarchotic

A/N: Here we have it, week 15 of the year long challenge. I just wanted to say that this is inspired a lot by my many hours spent on pinterest so sorry in advance. Also Since I’m participating in another writing challenge starting on Friday my fics are going to be more of short imagines than oneshots because I’m working on school too so sorry if the fics to come in November aren’t up to the same quality!

Prompt:  “ Your sarcasm is not only unnecessary, but unwanted.”

Word count: 1119

Warnings: swearing and bad writing.

Loki Laufeyson x reader

Today had to be the worst day in your life. It had been many years since you had had a bad day reaching this level of fuck yous, if you’d counted correctly, there had been a total of fifty seven fuck yous uttered before lunch. That has to be a new record, well, you hoped it was at least because managing to live through this day has to come with some sort of reward. It was very rare for you to admit to having a bad day and usually you wouldn’t swear this much, but honestly, this day had had it coming.

The first sign that this day would go down the drain was when your alarm didn’t go off in the morning making you late for work. In your hurry to get out of the door as soon as possible and minimize the lateness you had gotten attacked by the cereal box, taken a milk shower, run out of clean clothes to wear and as if that hadn’t been enough, your hairdryer had tried to kill you when you’d tried to use it. And this was all before eight AM. It had really been a rotten day.

After finally arriving at work, only fifteen minutes late thank you very much, you just had to run into Kevin. I think we all have that one coworker that we just wished could go up and quit, or at least stay out of the way for the entirety of the shift. The bastard had managed to corner you in the common room as you were preparing for Mr.Stark’s latest charity event. Oh yeah, you worked for none other than Tony Stark, the world famous billionaire, playboy and philanthropist, as he liked to introduce himself.  Enough of that, back to Kevin.

Nothing good ever came from this guy, he never helped with any of the work, just sliding along on the hard labour you poured into your assignments and then claiming he did at least half of it. More often than not he took all the credit if you were to be honest, but you never complained, just avoiding him to the best of your ability. Usually he was the one arriving late, leave it to today to make him on time just the day you happened to be a few minutes late. 

As usual he used all the pet names in the book, trespassed on your personal space by the mile, tried asking you out with the worst pick-up lines in history and, never. Stopped. Talking. But when you finally got rid of him you couldn’t help but let out a frustrated mumble as you went to continue with your decorating. 

“I’ve met a lot of pricks in my life, but that guy is a fucking cactus”

You had thought you were alone in the room but a low chuckle both startled you and proved you otherwise. Looking in the direction from where the ear pleasing sound had come from you found a tall, lean man with raven hair and dressed in the most intriguing garments that fitted his person in all the right places. Loki. You had never really talked to him, just seeing him around the tower reading as you run around trying to complete one of Mr.stark’s commands after the other. Standing before him you should probably feel embarrassed of what you’d just said or be afraid of him in general, to your surprise though, you were neither. Well, you thought, have I already spoken my mind there's no reason to stop now. 

“Yeah. I just said that. Welcome to my mind, you may want to buckle up.”

At that he chuckled again. At least my bad day turned out to be amusing to someone. The statement followed by a somewhat awkward silence, he just stood on the opposite side of the room and observed my every move.It felt unnerving,and had it not been for him moving over to the kitchen area and letting his eyes roam freely over a fruit bowl instead you may actually have considered to fling yourself out the window. Your day couldn’t get worse anyway. 

Loki moved with the grace of a royal, which isn't that weird considering that he was one. He looked like he inspected each and every fruit in the grande bowl before picking up an apple. One thing that startled you though was that he offered it to you instead of eating it himself. “apple?” he asked while extending his arm holding the apple in your direction with such a good poker face you couldn’t help but wonder if you just imagined him asking.

“Thanks, but I’m not hungry, and I doubt an apple can keep Kevin out of the room so, please, enjoy it yourself”

You kinda thought that would be it of your brief little conversation, but he surprised you yet again. He took a bite from his apple and started his way over to your half of the room before slouching against the armrest of one of the many couches. After yet another minute of silence he answered you.

“You know...  An apple a day can keep anyone away. You just have to throw it hard enough”

Now it was your turn to chuckle, well, more like snorting, but, you know. Had the Loki just engaged in a conversation with you? and cracked a joke no less! but you still couldn’t help but feel a bit irritated over your otherwise bad day’s attempt to lighten the mood. You liked Loki, sure. But you preferred not to have him laugh at your expense and fill your head with unseemly ideas, though, throwing an apple at kevin would be very satisfying indeed.

“Your sarcasm is not only unnecessary, but unwanted.”

No later had the last word left your mouth before he replied. You guessed he wasn’t  referred to as silver tongue for nothing.

“Says the girl I have listened to muttering sarcastic comments under her breath all morning”

How long had he been in the room exactly? And how had you not noticed him earlier?

“I’m not sarcastic, it's in my nature you see, my friends call me a sarchotic: When you’re so sarcastic, people aren’t sure whether you’re joking or if you’re just plain crazy.”

At that he chuckled again. It was a sound you could get used to. Well, you had to, because that had been the day you and Loki met but it wasn’t the end of your story, no. You became good friends after that. And even further into the future, even though neither of you knew it yet, you would both walk the path of a shared “I do”

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Place Your Bets 2/?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Money is on the line and the months are counting down so who will win in the bet to when Bucky and Y/N finally get together? And will they figure out what’s exactly going on

Characters: the whole shabang really

A/N: Part two! Getting longer, just gearing ya’ll up for the long ass parts that are coming lmao. Hoping to post a new part every Wednesday so stay tuned folks! (apart from this week obviously but I’m trying to get ahead)

Word Count: 1,676

Masterlist

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It had been an odd five months for the pair. Bucky noticed he was being watched more closely by his teammates during team dinners and movie nights. Y/N noticed that no matter what mission she went on or who ran point Bucky was always in the team. It made both of them nervous, and both for the same reason. Everyone must know. 

Now Bucky was pretty sure everyone knew because as much as he loved Steve he was a gossip and within hours of him finding out about Bucky’s sex dream about Y/N Sam was already hounding him for details and whether anything would happen between them. When Bucky finally admitted how he felt about Y/N Clint was trying to convince him to ask her out and Steve was making suggestive faces at him whenever the two interacted. In fact the only person he was sure didn’t know was Y/N and he was positive about this, sure that she only saw him as a friend if not just a teammate. The fact that she avoided his gaze and was always always sat on the opposite side of the room to him was a clear indicator. 

Y/N thought all of this was Tony’s doing, knowing he liked to play matchmaker more than any sane person should. She knew that Clint, Natasha, Wanda and Vision all knew her secret as well, having confessed her attraction for the Winter Soldier one night while they were all were drinking too much alcohol after a particularly frustrating mission. She thought Steve must have known, it being his best friend and the fact he had caught her eyeing up his friend on more than one occasion but he had never said anything. She was positive Bucky had no idea. If he had, he would have realised when she asked him to help with her sparring she didn’t mean bring Sam and there was no hint of flirting or attraction in any of their interactions. Bucky was standoffish towards her, he never stayed in the same room as her for very long and when he had no choice he stood shifting from foot to foot until he could get away. Y/N took it as him thinking she was annoying, on one occasion he had walked into the kitchen as she was practically sprawled across the island trying to reach for the fruit bowl after she had finished a workout. He walked in, groaned, then walked out again. She took that groan as him being annoyed she was there...that is not what it was.

This month was actually quite busy for the team compared to the previous few. They had a charity gala one week, it was Y/N’s birthday the next and then amongst all of that they each had a field mission a week, not to mention their normal daily requirements. The compound was in full swing, everyone seemed to have something they had to do, a chore here, some training there, testing new products everywhere else. 

Currently Y/N was in the kitchen preparing dinner for everyone as it was her turn to do so. Sam and Thor were sat at the island watching her and having their own conversation. They’d both refused to help at first when she asked, both claiming she was more than capable to do so on her own, if she can jump out of a plane she can get the timing for dinner right. Sam had a potato thrown at him after that, he agreed shortly after to peel the potatoes for her, so thoughtful. 

Bucky jogged into the kitchen, smiling at the two men before grabbing a glass from the cupboard. His shirt sat around his neck, having taken it off towards the end of his run and his shoes were lazily untied. He was in a world of his own, still stuck in that runners high he got every time he ran. Bucky turned towards the sink but came face to face with Y/N who turned at the same time to rinse the vegetables. A small ‘oh’ came from Y/N as she stepped back to let Bucky fill his glass, he noticed her take an extra step that wasn’t needed but missed her eyes dart to his chest and back to her chopping board, too busy trying not to stare . All of a sudden Bucky began to feel quite self-conscious about the fact he wasn’t wearing a shirt and Y/N became hyper aware of the sweat that was dripping down his abdomen. 

“uh-sorry, I um I didn’t see you” he stuttered out.

“It’s fine, all good, no problem at all, my fault” she rambled back, eyes still locked onto the pile of carrots on her choppy board. 

Sam and Thor’s conversation had been paused as soon as Thor nudged Sam’s elbow and pointed towards the two at the sink. They watched with smiles on their faces at the awkwardness in front of them. A small part of Sam felt sorry for Bucky, a man out of his time who had lost his charm and had no idea how to talk to girls he fancied in this time. But that part, you see, was very very small. So small that the little voice that said ‘go and help him’ was muffled under the much bigger voice in Sam’s head that yelled ‘this is fucking hilarious!’. 

Bucky filled his glass in the tap before taking two steps back, whispering a small thank you to Y/N and turned to walk out after she smiled. He attempted to walk out of the kitchen in a calm manner, the key word here being attempted. The blush on his cheeks and clenched fist in his shorts pocket was a clear indicator to Sam and even Thor that Bucky was anything but calm. 

As soon as he left the room the boys’ attention turned back to Y/N who had finished cleaning the vegetables and began chopping the carrot. She could feel their eyes on her back and could hear their muffled snickering. 

“If either of you say anything I will not hesitate to throw this knife at you” she spoke without turning around. That was all that was needed for Thor to walk out of the room in a brisk walk, Sam moved to lean on the counter next to her with a smirk. He wasn’t afraid of a little threat.

“Now why would we say anything Miss Y/N” he queried. She gave him a sideways glance and walked to turn the stove top down, turning to lean on the counter opposite Sam and mirror his stance. 

“You seem to make a remark any time Bucky and I are in the same room Birdman” 

“I do not” he picked up a piece of cucumber and ate it. Sam knew the rules, no interfering, he still had a few weeks until he was able to win and he wasn’t going to let Steve win, no matter how much he wanted his friends to be together. However it didn’t stop Sam from teasing, it was just so much fun to tease Bucky. 

“hmm, alright then, who told you?” she raised her eyebrows at him. It must of been Clint, she thought, he’s such a gossip she knew if anyone was going to let her secret slip it would be him. 

“Told me what?”

“Don’t play games Sam I know you know I like Bucky.” Sam’s face lit up like a suburban house at Christmas. It’s good to know that this information had never been confirmed for Sam, he had purely guessed and speculated up until this moment, in face both Steve and Sam had had no idea about Y/N’s feelings when creating the bet. Though it was kind of obvious and he had tried to get Wanda to tell him whether he was right or not. Y/N’s feelings though, had never been confirmed. 

“Interesting,” he spoke slowly stepping forward from the counter before moving to a fast walk out the door. 

“Shit” Y/N mumbled under her breath, Bucky was sure to find out now she thought. 

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“Be safe” Bucky handed the backpack to Steve who added it to the pile in front of the quinjet. 

“Always,” Steve looked at his friend and then over his shoulder as he saw Clint and Y/N walk into the hanger, a small smirk spread across his face, “you said bye to Y/N yet?”

“On second thought” Bucky narrowed his eyes, “don’t come back.”

Steve laughed and got into the plane, his teammates following closely behind him. 

“So, Y/N, Sam said you had a little run in with the tin man last night” Clint nudged her arm and wiggled his eyebrows, he kept his voice low while Steve focused on flying the quinjet to their destination. 

“Yea he couldn’t wait to get out of the room” she rolled her eyes, turning back to the file in her hands. 

“You two just don’t spend enough time together,” Steve piped up from the pilot’s seat. Wanda raised an eyebrow from her seat next to him. This was a very fine line Steve was walking along, one wrong word and he’ll be interfering but Wanda and Clint let the comment slide after he shrugged his shoulders. 

“Yea alright, do you even know the last time we were in the same room together alone?” she looked between the three people around her, “yea, neither do I.” 

Everyone shrugged, all aware that there was no convincing her once her mind was set. However, Y/N began to think to herself. Maybe trying to spend some time together wasn’t a bad idea. They didn’t even have to be alone, other people could be there. Maybe if they got to know each other they could actually be friends instead of just Y/N pining after someone who was a friend of a friend. Maybe it was worth a shot. But it would take some work, and time.

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