#especially at theend there .

[cdroloisms]

I wish we had a final interaction between c!Dnf. I’m that deranged about them

cracking up at the c!dnf angst in my notifications like i support u but also out of the people ik on dreblr im like the least invested in c!dnf out of all of them

[skaruresonic]

I honestly don't know what Kishimoto was thinking He's doing his best, but... seems a little out of his mind?

He said he didn't want Eggman to be just a bad guy.

So why didn't he have him from start to finish trying to escape the island with Sonic like the Mario rpg's bowser? While giving orders to Sonic, he repairs the technology instead of Tails, and gives a glimpse of the troubles of his friends. While contacting Sage and approaching the mystery of the island, stand against theend, If the Titans weren't the assassin she sent to stop Sonic,

I could understand the intent...

>>tfw you want to flesh Eggman out as a character, but then you forget to give him agency and an actual role in the game. just take his word that he's a genius. whoops

No, but seriously, can you imagine if SA2 had taken this approach? There'd be no capsule scene. None. Eggman simply sits around gloating about his genius instead of getting off his ass and tackling challenges head-on. And we're supposed to just take the game's word that he's so totally brilliant, you guys, we swear. It especially boggles my mind considering Frontiers was supposed to represent this paradigm shift in character portrayals, making them deeper and "more human." If Eggman is supposed to be expanded as a character, why doesn't he do anything? Why don't we actually see him doing anything to prove he's more than just a baddie (though tbh I think that's not giving his past iterations enough credit)? You can't focus on the internality of a character to the point of neglecting their agency and role in the plot. At some point you have to put that shit into action, or else it's just a bunch of hot air. Tbh, I'm not sure Kishimoto fully agrees with the direction the game took despite his intentions being to flesh Eggman out as a character.

Also, it seems kinda :/ to think Frontiers has a script that was rewritten in Japanese, something that A.) has never really happened before, and B.) somewhat contradicts Iizuka's wish to unify the canons; why create more divergent versions of the game if the goal is to unify them? Japan has only ever been lukewarm on Sonic, and yet ST wants to try to appeal to that side of the fanbase more. Probably because the Western fanbase is unpleasable?

I think ST are just creatively burnt out, honestly. They want to please players, but they have no clue how at this point, and they're willing to change just about everything that makes a Sonic game a Sonic game in order to appeal to the masses.

[alixx-black]

Night & Day Poetry Collection: Before vs. After (Both Parts)

#Poetry #Collection - combining #Escapril poems with my #MentalHealthAwarness Poetry Initiative poems to tell my #burnout story. This is #theend put together into one poem. #BeforeAndAfter #BeforeVsAfter

Beginnings are sweet, sugary Even, dare I say, addicting? Falling in love with the newness Of every fresh challenge, and Realizing your potential Engaged by the start …but that was before… …and this is after… Awake and aware of all the Fearmongering around mistakes Trafficking in words and inaction Especially on the most important things Racketeering staff on lies disguised as promises

[1966jpg]

sometimes at my second job I hate I play this on repeat near theend of my shift full blast to try and make the stragglers (especially if they were rude) so confused or annoyedthey leave bc they don't realize they're making myself and my coworker's shift last about an hour longer than it should by not exiting the lobby or even bothering to look up the hours before they enter

[ideelicious]

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🌸 SAYONARA JAPAN 2023 ☁️

The end to this wonderful journey has finally come. Although I ended up leaving in tears this time as well as 10 years ago; I am reminded of how much Japan really means to me and how much I truly cherish and love this country. Japan is where I discovered who I was back 10 years ago and coming back in my 30’s allowed me to connect with myself from the past but also experience a new current Japan with who I am now. This has been such a fulfilling trip especially after 6 months of planning and holding onto these dreams for the past 10 years. I am able to leave Japan with my heart full and I promise that it won’t take another 10 years for me to return to Japan. I love you Japan and please continue to stay beautiful and the place that I love so much. この二週間にお世話になりました。ありがとうございましたー 近藤時までお大事にー ♥️

Also thank you everyone for tagging along with me on this journey. I hope that you were able to see how beautiful Japan is, how wonderful Cherry Blossom season is, and how much Japan truly means to me. Please come visit Japan someday! It’s a country like no other. Its one of the places I will always consider home and will always hold a huge piece of my heart.

#tokyo #japan #sakura #cherryblossom #花見 #tokyoskytree #w1shribbon #makeawish #narita #sayonara #japan2023 #day13 #theend

[r0b0tb0y]

Star Wars! 💖💤💓

Shipping asks

Ship that needs more love: 💖

Cassian and Mando! People loved Fairweather Friends but @bright-elen and I can’t captain this ship alone! (and I mean finnpoe because they always need more love and they deserve everything)

Ship that is canon but you don’t ship: 💤

Rey and that guy. Any guy, but fuck that one guy in particular.

Ship that you didn’t expect to ship but now do: 💓

Zeb and Kallus from Rebels. I went looking for Rebels fics before I got to That Episode and when I saw popularity of kalluzeb, I figured there must be a That Episode somewhere in the future (or else this was one of those crackships that exploded). And then you get to the end and SPOILERS

they got freaking married right there in the show omfg

[castielific]

Dean and Castiel have to hide in a closet. Shirtless. s

DESTIEL FICS:

CANON COMPLIANT:

- The Likes of You (7 220 words, PG-13, human!Cas, jealous!Dean, pining):   Dean accidentally tells Cas he likes him.

- Grace my Soul (36 623 words, Explicit, coda 9x06, kidfic, angst):  Castiel has been gone for sixteen months when a baby appears in the backseat of the impala.

- The list (3 981 words, PG-13, S15, Human!Cas, Domestic fluff, first kiss):  Once there are no more monsters, the only thing left to fight for is happiness.

- The scars of our story (1 478 words, PG-13, Canon divergence, Human!Cas, domestic fluff, amnesiac Dean) "You never told me how you got those," Dean says, cheek resting on the back of Castiel's shoulder as he looks down at the scars between his omoplates. (...) Cas doesn't answer right away, he's fighting not to tense up as Dean touches the scars again. He can feel the ghost of his wings fluttering, trying to chase away the tingling fingers.

- What remains of us (5 721 words, AU: alternate ending, post 15x19, Memory Loss) His heart aches every time he sees a black car, a hamburger, pie, guns, plaid, a certain shade of green, old books, and so many other mundane things. Sometimes he thinks that he's come to associate the Winchesters with everything that exists. It seems that he can't escape their memory. (...) Especially when there are only a few feet away, like right now. Can be read as a prequel to "The scars of our story" or as a Stand Alone

- Idiots in love (6 625 words, Alternate ending, human!Cas, gay panic) "So, no God, no wings, no imminent apocalypse, what are your plans now?" Dean tries to make the question sound casual by taking a gulp of his beer. "I want to have sex with a man," Cas declares, nibbling at a red vine cherry twist. He barely reacts to Dean spitting his beer all over the table and choking on his sip. (..) Cas tilts his head and adds, "I may need your help with that."

- In the closet (3 265 words, Explicit, PWP) Dean and Castiel have to hide in a closet. Shirtless.

- To become Dean Winchester (series of 9 stories, Explicit, Prequel) This is a serie of stories about Dean growing up. It's based on the tvshow, but also and mostly John's Journal. It's as close to canon as I could make it

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE:.

- Out of Heaven (49 728 words,T, High-school AU) : Dean gapes for a long moment, taken aback. Who could blame him when the weird kid that sits behind him in History class, and whom he’s shared maybe two words with in the entirety of his existence asks him to have sex? 

- Fancy and the Tramp (48 019 words, Explicit, AU homeless!Dean, rich!Cas, pretend relationship): (tumblr link) "Okay, let's be clear on one thing from the start. This is not a lifetime movie and I'm straight, so no falling in love, get it?" 

- The Guy Next Door (61 591 words, Explicit, AU: Neighbors, SingleDad!Cas, DeanSmith, TheEnd!Cas, Kid!fic): When Dean Smith quit his job at Sandover, he had no idea what he was going to do with his life. He definitely didn't plan for his hippie neighbor and his four years old kid to make him question everything he thought he knew about himself. The neighbors to friends to lovers fic you never asked for, along with some cute baby!Jack

- Unknown Lullabies (22 497 words, Explicit, Existential Crisis) This is the story of how Jimmy Novak realizes that the right path isn't always the one people try to keep you on. The path Jimmy ends up chosing isn't any easier, but it's all his own. It's the one that leads to Jimmy becoming Castiel, to a blue house with a colorful garden, to a little boy with a terrible fashion sense, and to a green eyed asshole who's going to break Cas' heart a few times before he finally accept it. Prequel to "The Guy Next Door"

- No escape (26 165 words, Explicit, AU: Office, Hate to Love) The world is on lockdown and Dean hates his new boss almost as much as teleworking. One day, he forgets to cut his videofeed after a meeting with Mr. Novak. The story of how Sam gives an erroneous tip that causes a giant mess.

- Like clipped petunias (27 931 words, Explicit, Dark!story, prisoner/slave!Dean, coercion) At thirty-two years old, Dean is homeless, lonely and a drunk. He truly believes his life can't get any worse until he's kidnapped by a psychopathic cowboy and offered to his son for his birthday. Castiel is nothing like his violent father though, and Dean starts to wonder if life really is worse at his side than it was when he used to be alone in the streets.

- Of posters and elevators (4 218 words, Explicit, PWP, AU star!Castiel, fan!Dean Dean gets stuck in an elevator with his celebrity crush, Castiel Novak.

- After Hours (4 256 words, Explicit, PWP, AU Office) What better way for Dean to get back at his boss than to have sex on his desk? Things don't go as planned...

STEREK FICS:

CANON COMPLIANT:

- Baby one more time (14 694 words, PG-13, De-aged!Stiles, humor):  Stiles is turned into a three years old. The Sheriff forces Derek to "babysit". Neither Stiles nor Derek are happy about that, but it could be worse. Maybe. Well, the jury is still out on that one. 

- Carry you Home (18 285 words, PG-13, angst, depressed!Derek):  "Derek lets himself fall on his back, breath short, heart beating fast. He can feel the Wolf in him, purring in satisfaction and contentment. Asking for more. It wants him to turn and touch, to never stop touching. Instead, Derek squeezes his hands into fists and closes his eyes, trying to push it back, this need, this instinct screaming for his mate. For Stiles."

- But she’s the Devil in disguise (3 334 words, PG-13, Jealous!Stiles): “Derek’s girlfriend is not eating babies, Stiles,” Scott reprimands.

- Wind me up and watch me go (1 625 words, PG-13, wet!Stiles, humor): When Derek declared his intentions to renovate the Hale house, no one was more enthusiastic and willing to help than Stiles. Derek knew right away that Stiles on a construction site could only end in a disaster…and probably a trip to the hospital.He wasn’t exactly wrong, although there is less blood and mayhem that he would have thought in the end.

ALTERNATE UNIVERSE

- After You (60 900 words, PG-13, hunter!Stiles): When Derek Hale - one of the only survivors of the family responsible for his mother’s death - comes back to Beacon Hills, Stiles decides to avenge his mom's death and prove to Chris Argent that he has what it takes to become a great hunter. He just wishes that there was a Wikipedia article on how to catch a werewolf. Or how Stiles fails at being a hunter and may have a massive crush on his prey.

- Frozen Inside (18 906 words, Mature, WIP, wolf!Derek): Orphan and homeless, Stiles finds himself with nothing to look forward to but a life with a beast that seems to think he's its mate.

[a-book-dragon]

A.2.17 Aren’t most people too stupid for a free society to work?

- Anarchy Works, FAQ

We are sorry to have to include this question in an anarchist FAQ, but we know that many political ideologies explicitly assume that ordinary people are too stupid to be able to manage their own lives and run society. All aspects of the capitalist political agenda, from Left to Right, contain people who make this claim.

Be it Leninists, fascists, Fabians or Objectivists, it is assumed that only a select few are creative and intelligent and that these people should govern others.Usually, this elitism is masked by fine, flowing rhetoric about “freedom,” “democracy” and other platitudes with which the ideologues attempt to dull people’s critical thought by telling them what they want to hear.It is, of course, also no surprise that those who believe in “natural” elites always class them-selves at the top. We have yet to discover an “objectivist”, for example, who considers themselves part of the great mass of “second-handers” (it is always amusing to hear people who simply par-rot the ideas of Ayn Rand dismissing other people so!) or who will be a toilet cleaner in the unknown “ideal” of “real” capitalism.

Everybody reading an elitist text will consider him or her-self to be part of the “select few.” It’s “natural” in an elitist society to consider elites to be natural and yourself a potential member of one!Examination of history shows that there is a basic elitist ideology which has been the essential rationalisation of all states and ruling classes since their emergence at the beginning of the Bronze Age

(“if the legacy of domination had had any broader purpose than the support of hierarchical and class interests, it has been the attemp to exorcise the belief in public competence from social discourse itself.”[Bookchin,The Ecology of Freedom, p. 206]).

This ideology merely changes its outer garments, not its basic inner content over time.

During the Dark Ages, for example, it was coloured by Christianity, being adapted to the needs of the Church hierarchy. The most useful “divinely revealed” dogma to the priestly elite was“original sin”: the notion that human beings are basically depraved and incompetent creatures who need “direction from above,” with priests as the conveniently necessary mediators between ordinary humans and “God.” The idea that average people are basically stupid and thus incapable of governing themselves is a carry over from this doctrine, a relic of the Dark Ages.

In reply to all those who claim that most people are “second-handers” or cannot develop any-thing more than “trade union consciousness,” all we can say is that it is an absurdity that cannot withstand even a superficial look at history, particularly the labour movement. The creative powers of those struggling for freedom is often truly amazing, and if this intellectual power and inspiration is not seen in “normal” society, this is the clearest indictment possible of the deadening effects of hierarchy and the conformity produced by authority. (See also section B.1 for more on the effects of hierarchy). As Bob Black points outs:

“You are what you do. If you do boring, stupid, monotonous work, chances are you’ll end up boring, stupid, and monotonous. Work is a much better explanation for the creep-ing cretinisation all around us than even such significant moronising mechanisms astelevision and education. People who are regimented all their lives, handed to workfrom school and bracketed by the family in the beginning and the nursing home in theend, are habituated to hierarchy and psychologically enslaved. Their aptitude for auton-omy is so atrophied that their fear of freedom is among their few rationally groundedphobias. Their obedience training at work carries over into the familiestheystart, thusreproducing the system in more ways than one, and into politics, culture and everythingelse. Once you drain the vitality from people at work, they’ll likely submit to hierarchyand expertise in everything. They’re used to it.”[The Abolition of Work and other essays, pp. 21–2]92

When elitists try to conceive of liberation, they can only think of it beinggivento the oppressed by kind (for Leninists) or stupid (for Objectivists) elites. It is hardly surprising, then, that it fails. Only self-liberation can produce a free society. The crushing and distorting effects of authority can only be overcome by self-activity. The few examples of such self-liberation prove that most people, once considered incapable of freedom by others, are more than up for the task.Those who proclaim their “superiority” often do so out of fear that their authority and power will be destroyed once people free themselves from the debilitating hands of authority and come to realise that, in the words of Max Stirner,“the great are great only because we are on our knees. Let us rise”

As Emma Goldman remarks about women’s equality,“[t]he extraordinary achievements of women in every walk of life have silenced forever the loose talk of women’s inferiority. Those who still cling to this fetish do so because they hate nothing so much as to see their authority challenged.This is the characteristic of all authority, whether the master over his economic slaves or man over women. However, everywhere woman is escaping her cage, everywhere she is going ahead with free,large strides.”[Vision on Fire, p. 256]

The same comments are applicable, for example, to thevery successful experiments in workers’ self-management during the Spanish Revolution.Then, of course, the notion that people are too stupid for anarchism to work also backfires on those who argue it.

Take, for example, those who use this argument to advocate democratic government rather than anarchy. Democracy, as Luigi Galleani noted, means “acknowledging the right and the competence of the people to select their rulers.”

However,“whoever has the political competence to choose his [or her] own rulers is, by implication, also competent to do without them,especially when the causes of economic enmity are uprooted.”[The End of Anarchism?, p. 37]

Thus the argument for democracy against anarchism undermines itself, for “if you consider these worthy electors as unable to look after their own interests themselves, how is it that they know howto choose for themselves the shepherds who must guide them? And how will they be able to solve this problem of social alchemy, of producing the election of a genius from the votes of a mass of fools?”[Malatesta,Anarchy, pp. 53–4]

As for those who consider dictatorship as the solution to human stupidity, the question arises why are these dictators immune to this apparently universal human trait? And, as Malatesta noted,“who are the best? And who will recognise these qualities in them?”[Op. Cit., p. 53]

If they impose themselves on the “stupid” masses, why assume they will not exploit and oppress the many for their own benefit? Or, for that matter, that they are any more intelligent than the masses? The history of dictatorial and monarchical government suggests a clear answer to those questions.

A similar argument applies for other non-democratic systems, such as those based on limited suffrage. For example, the Lockean (i.e. classical liberal or right-wing libertarian) ideal of a state based on the rule of property owners is doomed to be little more than a regime which oppresses the majority to maintain the power and privilege of the wealthy few.

Equally, the idea of near universal stupidity bar an elite of capitalists (the “objectivist” vision) implies a system somewhat less ideal than the perfect system presented in the literature. This is because most people would tolerate oppressive bosses who treat them as means to an end rather than an end in themselves. For how can you expect people to recognise and pursue their own self-interest if you consider them fundamentally as the“uncivilised hordes”? You cannot have it both ways and the“unknown ideal”of pure capitalism would be as grubby, oppressive and alienating as “actually existing” capitalism.

As such, anarchists are firmly convinced that arguments against anarchy based on the lack of ability of the mass of people are inherently self-contradictory (when not blatantly self-servicing). If people are too stupid for anarchism then they are too stupid for any system you care to mention.

Ultimately, anarchists argue that such a perspective simply reflects the servile mentality produced by a hierarchical society rather than a genuine analysis of humanity and our history as a species. To quote Rousseau:“when I see multitudes of entirely naked savages scorn European voluptuousness and endure hunger, fire, the sword, and death to preserve only their independence, I feel that it does not behove slaves to reason about freedom.”[quoted by Noam Chomsky,Marxism, Anarchism, and Alternative Futures, p. 780]

[justagirlinafandomworld]

January Reading List

PLEASE heed the warnings for all stories. These writers are all amazing and talented and BRAVE. Enjoy them and have fun loves, that’s what we’re all here for. :) 

2020 Reblog Challenge Masterlist

1. Tiny Cup, Big Hands by @atc74​

Y/N does a little research on Dean and coffee cups. SPN | Dean x Reader

I Could Fall in Love by @miss-tricksy​​​ You run into Dean and Sam on the way to digging yourself deeper into the trenches of civilian life. And Sam Winchester sure has grown up since the last time you saw him. SPN | eventual Sam x Reader

2. Can I Stay (Steve x reader AU) by @avengerofyourheart​ After a night of drinking, you stumble into your apartment in the arms of the hottest man you’ve ever seen. This stranger is full of surprises, you come to learn as the night progresses. MCU |Steve x Reader

3. Sweater by @sweetboybucky​​ A certain early riser has you smitten. MCU | Steve x Reader

4. Take My Breath Away by @mywritingsblog​​ You’ve had a huge crush on Bucky all through college but nothing ever happened between you two. You are determined to change this when you see him again at the reunion 15 years later, but another man shows up to disturb those plans. MCU | Bucky x Reader , Steve x Reader

5. Jim Kirk Drabble by @wickedsingularity​​ Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background? Star Trek | Jim Kirk x Female

6. Too Cute by @jewels2876​​ Beefy Bucky fluffy cuddly cuteness. MCU | Bucky x Reader

7. The man on the train by @mywritingsblog​​ After traveling home from a disappointing trip with your boyfriend, who ignores you constantly, you meet a dark handsome stranger on the train who is more than willing to give you the attention you deserve. MCU | Bucky x Reader

Watch Your F!cking Mouth! by @impala-dreamer​​ Dean gets whammied with an especially frustrating curse and Y/N tries to keep him calm, much to her amusement and annoyance. SPN | Dean x Reader

8. Danger Night’s by @starks-hero​​ Sherlock never really cared what the drugs did to him until he saw what they were doing to you. Sherlock | Sherlock x Reader

9. Mac and Cheese by @samingtonwilson​​ Bucky takes the last box of frozen mac and cheese, takes your phone, and makes you fall in love with him. The audacity of that man. MCU | Bucky x Reader

10. Little Things by @smol-and-grumpy​​ A short drabble. Jensen x Reader or Dean x Reader, what ever triggers your fancy. SPN | Dean x Reader, Jensen x Reader

11. Creep by @luci-in-trenchcoats​​ The reader runs into an old flame at the bar... SPN | Dean x Reader

12. In the Dead of Night by saxxxology Sam makes his claim on the woman who wants to be his mate. a/b/o dynamics SPN | Alpha!Werewolf!Sam x Omega!Reader

13. Lucky Bucky by @until-theend-oftheline​​ Dorks in love, Clint is a sweet human disaster. MCU | Winterhawk / Clint Barton x Bucky Barnes

14. What You (Don’t) Look Like by @samingtonwilson​​ A collection of moments in which you ask Jim if you really look like what he’s implying. Star Trek aos | Jim Kirk x Reader

All Mine by @sagechanoafterdark​​ Fake Fic Title drabble MCU | Bucky x Reader

Love Ain’t Real Darling by @sagechanoafterdark​​ Fake Fic Title Drabble MCU | Stucky x Reader

15. My Salvation Ch. 1 by @thefaithfulwriter​​ Trueblood and Supernatural crossover fic | Eric Northman x POC!F!OC x Dean Winchester

Say Love... by @firefly-in-darkness​​ Bucky takes Reader on a date. MCU | Bucky x Reader

16. All of Me. by @firefly-in-darkness​​ The morning after the night before. (2nd part to Say Love...) MCU | Bucky x Reader

17. Christmas Suspicion by @becs-bunker​​ You have a visitor on Christmas eve who brings an array of surprises to your door. SPN | Dean x Reader

18. You Saw Me Go by @nacho-bucky​​ In dire moments, Bucky reflects on his past. MCU | Bucky x Reader

19. Kittens of Letters by @evansrogerskitten​​ Dean adjusts to being a new kitty dad. SPN | Dean x Reader

20. The Making of a Weasley by @weasley-wizard-writes​​ Harry Potter | George Weasley x Reader

Answer the Question by @sherrybaby14​​ Dark!Bucky interrogation drabble. MCU | Dark!Bucky x Reader

No Rest For The Righteous by @tielan​​ There’s a woman Steve wants to have openly; he can’t. MCU | Steve Rogers x Maria Hill

21. Bound Forever by @impala-dreamer​​ Misha and Y/N make new promises to each other. SPN | Misha x Reader

Point by @cake-writes​​ What about Stucky having a crush on one of the newest Avengers (reader)? MCU | Stucky x Reader

Roll to Me by @miss-tricksy​​ Demon Dean reaches out to Reader, Dean tries to come to terms with his feelings. SPN | Demon!Dean x Reader, Dean x Reader

22. Rescribo Sidera Part 1 by @theroadsofar05to20​​ Everyone finds their soulmates, the one they were made for, their other half, by the time they’re twenty-five. Everyone except you, that is. The reason behind that? Your stars were just simply aligned wrong. SPN | Dean x Reader

Under the Cover of Night by @winchester-fantasies​​ You and Dean share a heated and intimate tryst shrouded in darkness with only the moon and the passion between you as your guides. SPN | Dean x Reader

23. Rescribo Sidera Part 2 by @theroadsofar05to20​​

24. Rescribo Sidera Part 3 by @theroadsofar05to20​​

25. Cold Pines, Warm Times by @luci-in-trenchcoats​​ Reader gets teleported to 2014. SPN | Dean x Reader

26. Just Tell Me It Was Real by @winchester19-67​​ Time travel and fluff. SPN | Dean x Reader

27. What We Had Was Real by @smol-and-grumpy​​ Dean asks himself what he’s fighting for. It seems like he’s losing the battle and he wonders what in his life was real and what wasn’t. SPN | Dean x Reader

Mistletoe Thieves by @wickedsingularity​​ At a Starfleet Christmas party, someone realizes they don’t like mistletoes very much. Star Trek | Jim Kirk x Reader

28. Flu Shot by @sherrybaby14​​ You get your flu shot from the wrong Doctor. MCU | Stephen Strange x Reader

29. Truth and Tequila by @girl-next-door-writes​​ A very drunk evening leads to some interesting revelations. MCU | Steve Rogers x Reader

30. Either/Or by @jewels2876​​ Prompt: “You take me instead, do you hear me? Give her back and take me instead.” MCU | Bucky Barnes x Reader

The Morning After the Night Before by @girl-next-door-writes​​ The fall out of your friends discovering that Tequila is your kryptonite. MCU | Steve Rogers x Reader

31. Keep Reading by @sherrybaby14​​ Steve just walks into Y/N’s room as she lies on the bed reading and he just gets into it and gives her a nice long oral, while ordering her to keep reading whatever the fuck she is reading. MCU | Steve Rogers x Reader

Remember by @softhairbarnes​​ Strange has something to show you. MCU | Stephen Strange x Reader

[botanicalbarnes]

Annoying

Prompt/box filled: Accepted Apology for @goodthingshappenbingo, “If you weren’t so goddamn annoying I would kiss you right now” - “Well if you weren’t such a pain in the ass…. Wait what?” for @until-theend-oftheline, and “Because I love you, you idiot.” for @laureharrier + @tommyparkerr ‘s writing challenge.

pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Language and shitty writing as per usual

word count:2130

Summary: Basically Chris and the reader get cast as opposite rolls in a movie and stuff comes out.

A/N: This is for ( @until-theend-oftheline ) Kari’s Marvelous 2K Challenge, and for soph + aub’s writing challenge ( @laureharrier + @tommyparkerr).

**Not my gif**

The whole thing started three years ago. You were at a party, (not unusual for you) when you met him. Of course, you’d known all about him, what he showed to the world that is. Things aren’t always as they appear. You’d learned that lesson the hard way.

You knew his type, you’d fallen for someone like him before. Seemingly wonderful, sweet, honest, undoubtedly charismatic and undeniably good looking. Ever since you had your heart broken you tried not to get too attached. Especially to someone like Chris Evans. You knew if you gave it to him, he could take your heart in his hands and break it at any moment. You just couldn’t trust yourself. No, not couldn’t; wouldn’t.

After spending just a couple hours around him, you knew you shouldn’t let your feelings fly free. You barely knew the guy, but how could you not be into him. Maybe, you thought, you could annoy him just enough to make him lose interest.

So that’s what you did. You annoyed him to no end, and he, in turn, did the same. Some point along the line, you forgot your small rivalry had a point to it, messing with him became like second nature. That didn’t stop you from catching feelings along the way like though.

But, it wouldn’t have made a difference. You thought Chris hated you, surely. You had not only gotten him to lose interest but also reciprocate your endless teasing, slightly bitter, and frankly annoying behavior. You wouldn’t lie and say that that didn’t bother you at least a bit, but you had buried yourself this far in; you’d practically asked for this. No going back now.

“Evans,” You said as you saw him walking opposite you, “What are you doing here?” You knew you might see some other actor here today, but you didn’t expect Chris to be them. Or, more so, you hoped it wouldn’t be. In truth, you knew why he was here. You had auditioned for the leading role in a romance movie, and to your surprise, you got it. Your old friend and director Lindsey had asked you to meet with her today to further discuss and hang out a bit.

She also mentioned that the actor playing your male counterpart would be meeting her as well, and you might run into each other. But really? Of all people, fate decided on him?

“You know exactly what I’m doing here,” He said smugly, “I got the part. Lindsey told me you got lead. You sure you’re up to it?”

“Of course.” You replied swiftly, “Are you? I wouldn’t blame you if you aren’t.”

“You know I am. How could I possibly not be ready to act the shit out of this with you sharing my stage.”

You scoffed and laughed humorlessly. “Oh? Your stage is it? Sorry, if I wasn’t aware. You see, my character is the lead, I have more screen time and scenes,  my name is at the top of every cast list.” You looked into his eyes and quirked your brow, “Above yours if I’m correct. Which I am.”

Chris said nothing and you knew you had more or less won the brief bout. “Ii should go. Wouldn’t want to keep Lindsey waiting.” With a smirk, you turned on your heel and walked away with your head held high.

“Y/N!” Lindsey exclaimed as you walked into her office. “You seem chipper this morning. Oh, did you run into Chris on your way in? He left just a bit ago.”

“Yeah, I did actually. Why didn’t you tell me he was being cast?”

“Oh, you know me… Must’ve forgotten.” Her voice was dismissive and she smirked knowingly to herself for a moment. You rolled your eyes and tried to redirect the conversation.

“Whatever. So,” She smiled brightly already knowing what you were going to say. “I brought you food. You did say ‘let’s do brunch’ and that usually means bring food or let's go out. I don’t feel like going out, hence the food.” Your friend burst from her chair eagerly to get the large bag in your hand.

You let her lay everything out while you got comfortable in the chair across the desk. “Remember, you called me here on business Lindsey.”

“Right right right okay. So here, is your script,” She slipped a packet across the desk to you. “I know you kind of walked into this blind… Set in San Fran, where most of the filming will take place. Your character is Nicole, and Chris’s is David. Umm, I’m not sure how many scenes you’ll have to kiss him in, but I do know, that there is a sex scene that will most likely be in parts and such. For now, I think that’s all I can really say before you read the script. Besides, it’ll seem more complicated if I start explaining with all the details though. Plus, I’m hungry so I’ll stop talking now.”

You smiled and nodded before starting to eat.

So far, filming had gone by without a hitch. But now, as you stood in the dressing room in only a towel and ‘decency patches’ to cover your bits, your heart raced and you could practically hear it in your ears. You’d be filming the sex scene and the ones leading up to it. A knock on the door broke your trance and you walked to open it. Lindsey stood on the other side, “Everyone’s ready to start. Even Chris is all set to start. Let’s go, I know you're nervous but we’re going to do it sooner or later; might as well be now.” You breathed in, and out, then turned, smiled at Lindsey and walked out with her trailing behind. You tried to look confident and prepared but that’s probably not how it looked.

“Okay people! Places! Chris, outside the door. Y/N, bathroom set. Someone check everything one last time!”

You went over to your place and waited for your moment. You heard the call to action and stood under the water for a minute, closing your eyes and running your hands through your hair before turning off the water. You stepped out and started drying your hair when the doorbell sound went off. Quickly you wrapped the towel around yourself and walked through the set to the door.

‘This is it’, you said to yourself. ‘Breathe.’

You opened the door slightly and peeked your head out while keeping your body almost hidden behind the door. “David? W-what are y-you doing here? You shouldn’t be here, it’s cold and late.” He acted out-of-breath and he stepped forward towards you.

“I had to see you. I know last time we talked it… well, I overreacted and I needed to tell you that I’m sorry. And I know that’s not worth much but I gotta’ say it anyway. I am a clueless asshole sometimes and I’m sorry you had to be at the receiving end. It is so hard not to fall in love with you. There I said it. I love you. And it fucked me up to know you’re mad at me and that I wouldn’t be able to talk to you or hear your voice all the time because if it. Even though it hasn’t even been that long, you make me better and you’re it for me. Perfect.” He was directly in front of you now, his eyes were staring into yours and you felt that you could never look away.

You bring your hands up to pull his face down to yours just enough to kiss. Your hands were shaking, but not enough that the camera could pick up on it. You kissed him deeply but it felt awkward to you and you knew Chris felt the same, even if it looked good on camera.

You walked backward, still kissing and holding him. You didn’t want to stop but at the same time, there was nothing you wanted to do more than let go. Chris led you towards the bed and laid you down on it slowly. At this point, your towel was gone and he stood taking his shirt off in front of you. Once it was off he started making his way to you. Before he got very far, you were already pushing him off and making your way out of the room. You don’t know what came over you. It was just a scene, but it felt wrong for some reason. You sat on the couch, head in your hands.

The sound of the door opening and closing abruptly rung in your ears but you didn’t dare look up, knowing it was probably Lindsey anyway. “Y/N? What the fuck is going on with you?” Your head shot up at the sound of his voice. “Are you okay? Or is the image of me shirtless just too much for you to handle?”

“Would you just shut up? Just take your ego and your dumb comments and shove them up your ass! I’m tired of you being such an arrogant dick!” Now you were standing, speaking loudly but not quite yelling yet.

“Jesus Y/N, If you weren’t so goddamn annoying I would kiss you right now.” He ran a hand through his hair and stared at you wide-eyed.

“Well if you weren’t such a pain in the ass…. Wait what?” You caught up and realized what he said. Now you were wide-eyed too, mouth gaping. You had no idea what to possibly say in return. “What, w-what do you mean?”

His voice was low and shy, “I-I don’t know, you're hot when you're mad. And I guess I’ve wanted to for a while.” He couldn’t bring himself to meet your eyes. ‘No use hiding it now’ he thought.

“I thought you hated me. I-I don’t understand.” The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“I’ve never hated you. I get why you might think that though. I, I thought you hated ME.” You shook your head and waited for him to continue. “I thought you were seeing someone when we met and I only found out a while later that you actually weren’t. I really liked you the first time we talked but since I thought that, and I thought you hated me… well, I didn’t want to get attached. It was kind of impossible not to run into you though. Nothing stopped me from catching feelings though.”

“Then, then w-why did you not say anything? Or like, why were you so such an asshole all the time to me?”

“Because I love you, you idiot.” You stared at him blankly in disbelief. Half of you was yelling at you to kiss him, the other half was yelling at you to demand an explanation. You went with the latter.

“WHAT? Chris, I swear to God that makes no sense what so ever!”

“Well, It’s the truth. I, well I thought that if I made you hate me and I was a dick that I wouldn’t catch feelings. That it’d be easier to hate you. But I could never hate you. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking. I’m sorry Y/N.” He was looking at the floor now and you just couldn’t take your eyes off him, not sure what to do or say next.

“Oh what the hell.” You said with a sigh. You walked up to him, tilted his head up slightly so he was looking at you again, and kissed him slowly for just a few seconds. “It’s okay. I forgive you. It’s my fault too. And, for what it’s worth, I love you too.” Your hands found the nape of his neck and brought his face closer again to kiss him. His large hands made their way to your waist and he held you close and tight. You kissed deeply and passionately, lips moving rhythmically together.

You were so entranced in the man before you that you didn’t notice the door opening or the gasp and giggles that followed. You only parted when the giggles turned to small but loud squeals. “EEK! Okokok! We NEED to redo that WHOLE scene now because WOW this is fucking perfect! Just hurry up and get back to set!” Your hands were on his shoulders and your face was buried in his chest, blush consuming you. He maintained his position and chortled deeply.

“Guess we gotta go act like we’re having sex now. But trust me, We’re not done here yet.” With a smirk, he dropped his arms to his sides and walked out of your trailer. You felt your cheeks still hot and red, before rushing out behind him.

No, you certainly weren’t done yet.

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Sweet Success

Filling a few Bingo squares with this series - I hope everyone enjoys this!

Square filled: Bakery AU - @star-spangled-bingo

Square filled: Who Can Sell More at A Bake Sale - @marvelfluffbingo

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, kids Isabella and Rebecca and James

Word Count: 1337

Warnings for this chapter: fluff, 

Pics used are not mine!

Chapter One - The Announcement

Isabella stood at your side, watching as you gently laid the fondant over the chocolate cake. You grabbed your smoother and glided it, laying the fondant flat as you removed any annoying hidden bubbles. You mentally patted yourself on the back for the light pink fondant you had created & dyed yourself. While you had been baking most of your life, it was only in the last few years since your husband’s death that you had turned your love of sweets into your own home business. It allowed you to stay home with your girls, Isabella and Rebecca, while still having an income. Of course, business hadn’t always been easy, especially when you had to deal with the baker to the stars, the one and only Steve Rogers.

“Mom, do you think you could teach me how to bake?” Isabella asked as you used an X-Acto knife to cut the fondant away from the bottom of the cake. “It looks like fun.”

You turned a smile to your eldest daughter. Isabella looked so much like her dad; it stole your breath from time to time. The dark hair with the bright blue-grey eyes, his eyes, staring at you with wonder. “Sure! But how about this weekend, when I don’t have a three tiered, chocolate-mocha layered perfection that a current bridezilla demanded?” You chuckled at your own description.

“Awesome!” Isabella pulled up a drawing pad and pencil, opening to the first blank page. “Then we can enter it in the school’s bake sale!”

You turned a sharp glance to your daughter. “What bake sale?”

Rebecca entered and slapped down a bright yellow flyer. “This one! James has been telling everyone at school how he and his dad will be the talk of the town.” Rebecca poked her tongue out at her sister and ran off. You shook your head; if Isabella looked like her dad then Rebecca acted like him, all sass and attitude hiding a big soft teddy bear beneath.

You picked up the flyer and noticed the details for next Friday during the girls’ lunch hour. You considered your current workload and smiled. “Ok Isabella, do you want to do cookies or cupcakes for this?”

Isabella’s eyes widened and she broke into a huge grin. She threw her arms around you in a big hug. “Thank you mom! Can we do cupcakes? And you can teach me how to use a piping bag with the tips? And we can make them all colorful and sparkly?”

Your smile softened at your daughter’s excitement. “I’m not sure about sparkly just yet, but we can do all of those other things! Why don’t you think of a theme or color scheme you want to do? We’ll shop this weekend. You may also want to think about flavors before you consider colors.”

Isabella seemed to be half-listening as she started doodling in her pad. You rolled your eyes with a grin and rolled out the white fondant to start covering your second cake layer.

Steve stared into the distance instead of at the yellow flyer James had handed him. Of course, James had waited until he was on the phone to give it to him. Tony Stark was busy explaining to Steve his vision for the party he was throwing, and the ideas for the cake he wanted were sophisticated and RED. He had rolled his eyes at the request but since he was on the phone with the man himself, he assured his client he was up for the job.

“I’m counting on you, you know,” Tony had said before ending the call. “People are so gaga over you; you need to deliver perfection.” The line had gone dead and he stared at his cell phone wondering what he had gotten himself into now.

“Dad, I don’t think you should do the bake sale this year. Rebecca has been bragging about her mom’s skills all year.”  Steve tuned out his son as he considered design options in his head for Tony’s upcoming gala. “Dad. Dad,” James waved a hand in front of his face. “Dad!”

“Sorry! What? Yeah I can do the bake sale again this year; what did I do last year?”

“No, Dad, I don’t think you should do it. You’ve got this big project.”

“Nonsense! Let’s do some good old-fashioned cupcakes and knock ‘em dead!”

The grocery store was packed but you, Isabella, and Rebecca were an efficient team. Rebecca had just run off to grab some confectioner’s sugar while you and Isabella talked flavors. “Mom, I want to do chocolate cupcakes. But can we do different flavor icings?”

You reached out to check the prices on the peanut butter; you had a few ideas but wanted to see what Isabella had in mind. “That sounds like a good plan! It will help keep things simple. What flavors are you thinking?”

Isabella thought for a moment. “Definitely peanut butter! Strawberry. Um… vanilla?”

You chuckled. “I’m with you on the peanut butter! Depending on how chocolaty you want the actual cake, strawberry could be good as well. Vanilla is safe, but also a good choice. What would you think about a mocha-flavored icing? Or caramel?” Your most recent job had received rave reviews; the bridezilla had been over the moon with your chocolate-mocha creation and promised tons of referrals.

A cart careened into yours with a thud. You looked up to see your business rival trying to reach around you. “Can I help you?”

He turned to you as if in a daze. “Thanks but I’ve…Hi.” Steve belatedly registered your cart in his way before noticing it was you. “Y/n Barnes. I’ve been hearing a lot about you lately.”

You stared at the towering blond. Despite the business rivalry, you mentally acknowledged he was an attractive man. You compared him immediately to your late husband: Steve’s eyes were a clearer, brighter blue, but his face was fiercely stoic. Bucky’s smile had always brightened a room; your eyes prickled with tears with the memory, which you quickly brushed away with a finger. Steve would be hot if he would just smile, you thought.

“Mom!” Isabella broke your short reverie. “He just took the last of the peanut butter!” Isabella tried to grab a jar from James’s hands.

“We’ll be ok Isabella. We have plenty of other flavors to make,” you added with a slight tilt of your head. Steve still seemed a bit dazed, while James studied your cart in detail.

“Mocha? Gross! No one these days like coffee,” James smirked at Isabella. “I’m so going to kick your butt at the bake sale.”

Steve finally seemed to come around, taking stock of their own cart. “I think we have everything we need. Come on James, let’s go.” James gave Isabella one more smirk as the two left.

“James is so annoying,” Isabella sighed. “Mom, are you ok? You kind of spaced out there.”

“Yeah, sorry honey. I guess I was a little distracted.” You sighed at the empty display of peanut butter. “James seems a bit competitive.”

Isabella giggled at your honest comment. “He’s SO competitive Mom! You should see him at school; he and his friends are always racing around beating each other to class. And when they’re playing basketball they have to act like… like…”

“LeBron?” you teased.

“Yeah! They are such dorks,” Isabella rolled her eyes.

You chuckled at your daughter. Seems she paid more attention to James and his friends than she cared to admit. You wondered if maybe the two were secretly crushing on each other. You pushed the thought aside as you considered her reaction to the peanut butter instead.

“Izzy, is peanut butter that important to you?”

“I don’t know? I just thought it would be cool to have it, with actual peanut butter M&Ms, or maybe Reese’s Pieces, sprinkled on top,” she said. Your stomach growled at that moment.

Rebecca came back with five bags of sugar and laughed. “Hungry Mom?”

You laughed along with your girls. “Always.”

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[sweetness47]

A Magical Night

Pairing Sebastian Stan x reader

This is for Kari’s MCU Summer Challenge hosted by @until-theend-oftheline

Prompt: Camping

Final word count: 878

Warnings: fluff, flirting, teasing, some language, suggestive future smut

Summary: Why go camping alone, when you can spend your trip with a complete stranger instead?

YN set up her tent and stood back to stretch. Thunder rumbled in the distance, reminding her she still had the sunroom attachment to put in place, plus she still had to make a fire to cook some food for herself. Her fingers worked swiftly, maneuvering poles and ropes, desperate to finish.

Finally, everything was up and sturdy. YN set about getting a fire going, then pulled out some smokies to roast over the open flames. As she cooked the wieners, she watched a camper pull into the stall next to hers. Her eyes widened as she took in the well-defined, chiseled torso that emerged from the truck. Damn, she thought, that is one fine piece of man.

The afternoon wore on, and as predicted, the storm came. It started light, barely a drizzle, but it quickly escalated as winds picked up and clouds grew darker. YN turned on her radio for weather updates, and discovered severe thunderstorm warnings, along with tornado warnings. “Wonderful,” She said to herself, “of all the weekends to go camping, I had to pick this one.”

Fuck!

Wind whipped her sunroom nearly off its poles. YN immediately grabbed sand and doused the fire, then tightened the ropes on the tent and the sunroom. She made sure the rain tarp was tight as well, before retreating to her shelter.

A few minutes later, she heard footsteps outside, then a voice called out from outside her tent.

“Hello? Miss? You wouldn’t happen to have any batteries? And maybe some sugar? I completely forgot to bring batteries for my radio, and I also forgot the sugar for my coffee and tea.”

YN opened the tent, and found the most beautiful set of blue eyes staring back at her. “Yeah, I mean, I have sugar. I also have some batteries. What type did you need?”

“C.” he answered.

“Well, you came to the right tent then.” She said as she grabbed the container of sugar, and a pack of C batteries.

He smiled. “Thanks. Would you like to join me? I promise, I don’t bite, well, not unless you ask.” He winked.

YN giggled. “Sure, although I’m afraid I can’t promise the same. Especially if I’m presented with something truly irresistible.”

His deep laughter made her insides turn to mush. She grabbed her shoes and coat, then crawled out, making sure to close the zipper behind her. The two ran across the site, scrambling to get inside the dry but roomy trailer. She shook off what she could of the excess water, then hung up her jacket and removed her wet footwear. As she turned around, her jaw dropped to the ground, realizing that the man standing before her was none other than Sebastian Stan!

“Holy shit!” she slipped, instantly bringing her hand to her mouth. “Sorry.”

Seb grinned at her reaction. “No apology necessary.” He set about making tea. “So, since you know who I am, I think it’s only fair that I get to know your name.”

“YN.” She extended her hand. “Nice to meet you.”

He took her hand in his, electricity surging between them as they touched. “Likewise.” He answered, then poured her a mug of tea. Peppermint greeted her nostrils, and she couldn’t help but smile. Seb looked out the window. “Doesn’t look like this storm is letting up anytime soon. You’re welcome to stay until it lets up.” He paused. “Unless you have company coming.”

YN blushed as she stared at the actor. “Um, I don’t have a significant other, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Sort of. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I’m not usually nervous or tongue-tied.” He sat across from her and put a spoonful of sugar in his tea. “YN, I don’t do the one-night stand as a general rule, but I have to confess, I really like you. Yeah, I know we just met, but I’m pretty sure I had an honest-to-God epiphany when I first saw you.”

YN’s face turned crimson. “I’m no one special.”

Seb took her hand again, and that same spark that passed between them surged once more. “You’re special to me.”

She lowered her lashes as heat continued to creep up her face. “Thanks? Um, what exactly did you put in your tea? Cuz I’m pretty sure you’re drunk.”

The trailer shook as he roared with genuine amusement. “The only thing I’m drunk on is you.”

He leaned across the small table to kiss her, gently, his lips pressing to hers. “Well, after that confession, followed by that kiss, I think I will take you up on your offer. I’d love to keep you company for as long as you want me to.”

He stood then, pulling her with him, his lips once more seeking hers. YN moaned as his tongue probed, and her lips parted, inviting him inside.

“In that case, how about forever.”

He picked her up and moved to the waiting bed, the rain and thunder forgotten, lost in each other.

And they never looked back.

[the-canary]

Don’t Think Twice - S.R (5/10)

Summary: Neither of you thought there were things the other was so afraid of. (Enhanced!Reader/Steve Rogers).  

Prompt: Vertigo - sensation of whirling and loss of balance, associated particularly with looking down from a great height; giddiness

A/N: This is for @until-theend-oftheline ‘s beautiful words challenge. i’m sorry if this is annoying, but i had an idea to expand and give the main character more development and interaction with the Avengers, so this is getting to be a longer story! I hope you look forward to it. 

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You feel something akin to horror at all the pictures laid in front of you. Victor has a hand over his face to cover his expression, but you sure he feels the same. Body parts and tubes connected together but disintegrating because there is something missing -- because they are perfect like you.

“Is someone trying to remake me?” you let out in a shallow breathe as Victor look at you, but you aren’t looking at him -- you keep looking at all the pictures that the team, the agents that had found and still worked together, had send to the two of you and Hill.

The question was why though. What did anybody get creating something like you? A being that could barely like, much less interaction would other human beings or living things -- you were meant for destruction in the way that your metal blood work. It wasn’t meant for anything else.

That wave of familiar dizziness starts to set in with your anger as you can hear the blood sizzle and boil in your ears, you want to feel so many things towards the situations but it always ends up the same -- you can’t.

Attempt after failed attempt --like the doctor had tried 99 times and more so to create someone like you-- but you always ended up feeling nauseous until you need to sit down. That alongside with how you could barely control your powers, what were you any good for then?

“No,” Victor’s voice tries to calm you down, as you meet with pitiful state in your direction, “This doesn’t look like they were trying to remake you.”

“Then what?” your voice wavers for just a moment.

“This, whatever it is, looks like a predecessor,” Victor sighs out before letting out a sigh, unsure of where this is going to go next.       

You try your hardest not to let the metal rot you down your very core -- it would mean one less monster in the word anyways.

It takes Steve a good while to go over the report that Maria had give him. It not only held more information about you, but also the being that a S.H.I.E.L.D team that found related to the same doctor that had created you. It seemed like the serum had been a “motivator” for whatever had helped create you and this new being that seemed to have your healing abilities and potential strength --that Steve had seen come out from time time in training-- and it just caused him to shake his head.

A coldness settling over him at the thought that even with everything, Erskine’s serum was still being hunted down for something that was only perfected once and even then Steve had his own person problems in the aftermath of it all, though nobody really knew that.  

“Did you already show her this?” Steve asks, as Maria’s eyes glance over the file in front of her. A mild look of annoyance escapes her before Steve sees it disappear in a flash.

“The leader of the team has a personal relationship with her and Dr. Morris,” Maria states with a frown, “He promised always send any date in regards to her background straight away, even I can’t stop him.”

“I see,” is all Steve can say as he stares at the picture of the being in a tank -- hundreds with the same face, though they were never meant to be alive, clear failures whatever you were meant to be.

“Where is he now?”

“We don’t know. He ran after the initial attack.”

Steve can’t help but wonder how you would feel about all this, as he closes the folder and takes it with him. He finds out later on when you refuse to keep up with the training, refuse to come out the lab at all actually.

It’s several missions afterwards, weeks after finding out that there is something else made in some twisted image of the serum and whatever you were meant to be, that Steve finally gets to see you. His bones are aching (the cough and pain  are always there, he feels it too deeply before his body starts to heal itself once more)  and he hasn’t been able to sleep due to the adrenaline that is still rushing through his veins and the paperworks that needed to be completed. Between ripping open gym bags and finishing reports, Steve found you in one of the hallways.

However, this time there it no Stark Pad or trying to learn of the world but instead you are gazing as your legs -- bared and filled with marks that have healed over and over again. Rough patches of skin and if he looked close enough, some are mismatched against major joints and larger areas -- a telltale sign of how you came to be. He is as quiet as he can be, but you still manage to hear or made see his figure against the moonlight of the large windows.

“Hello,” you state without any tone of emotion in your voice as you are at him. Steve stops and looks at you before moving closer, it was a little odd that you were reaching out to him (it was usually the other way around) but he wouldn’t let it go, especially with that lost look on your face.

“Hey,” he states just above a whisper as he leans down and takes a seat next to you, “How have you been?”

“I’m--” you start off before stopping and thinking. Steve waits, as you shake your head, “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Steve answers back without missing a beat because he can feel it -- that fire underneath your skin burning stronger than usual. Steve has been starting to think that it might be due to whatever serum imitation that might be running in your veins, but he won’t say anything for now.

You frown at his answer before looking at your hand. Steve waits, willing to lend an ear like he did with the rest of the Avengers when he could (usually Wanda and Nat) because he was sure as hell he considered you a friend now, even if you weren’t too sure about anything.

“I’m fine,” you repeat before adding in, “I have to be fine.”

“Not all the time,” Steve repeats softly, as if trying to get you to understand, but you were frozen emotionally -- had been for a long time, “It’s okay to feel and reach out to others sometimes.”

“No,” you answer back, confused of where this could be going and what the hell Steve is trying to tell you. You couldn’t feel -- you knew what would happened, “I can’t. You don’t get it.”

You raise your voice just a little and that’s when it happens. There is a bubbling notion at the confusion, anger and sadness that you have been feeling for a long time. It was at the center of the jewel and though you weren’t sure why it was happening, you were sure that Steve pushing you to feel --since you had meet him all those months ago-- was one of the leading reasons why the room was spinning. You swear you hear Steve’s voice calling out your name, but you won’t have it anymore.

“Please stop.”

You swear you hear your voice as you feel something on your shoulder. There’s a tightening in your chest, as the jewels and rocks beginning to glow for a brief second -- you end up feeling like you need to throw up. You’re getting dizzier, but you still feel someone trying to pick you up and then you smell it -- the burning of skin touching yours. You yelp out in realization, but Steve’s strength manages to push you to lean against his shoulder. You start murmuring nonsense as Steve starts walking down to the lab houses you.

It’s towards the end that you finally manage to say it.    

“I’m a monster,” you cry out pathetically in his arms, “Please stop trying to help me!”

You let out a sob before passing out completely, leaving Steve to wonder how long you had been having these thoughts and what had your state on mind been. However, before he can do anything about it, blue eyes end up meeting green one as a man with shaggy brown hair asks him kindly to bring you inside.

He ends up looking at his burned shirt and hand (though it heals after a day) for quite some time afterwards.

[botanicalbarnes]

Gone Too Long

Prompt/box filled: “Obviously I’ve been gone for way too long. You managed to kill all the houseplants” for @until-theend-oftheline , Married for @goodthingshappenbingo , and Old Married Couple for @buckybarnesbingo

Fandom: Marvel

pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Nuthin but fluff

word count: About 1200

Summary: Being Bucky’s wife is tough sometimes. Especially when you’re apart.

A/N: Let’s just ignore the last few minutes of endgame ever happened. I’m not writing with spoilers so if you haven’t seen Endgame, you’re good. Also, sorry that this is short! I’ve been so busy lately!

This is for ( @until-theend-oftheline ) Kari’s Marvelous 2K Challenge! Congrats on 2k!

Masterlist

You were so over all the gunshots, bruises, bloodstains, and your mission in general that occupied the last month and a half of your life. At this point, all you wanted was to go home. Get the mission done and go home. To your husband. Lord knows he can’t cook too well and his cleaning skills are not the greatest. Surely everyone was helping him out but how could you not worry?

Even after three years of marriage, plus the time you’d only been dating, you still weren’t used to having to leave all the time. And sometimes, if it wasn’t you leaving, it was Bucky. Lately, you’d both gotten missions less and less frequently. They were still not uncommon but you’d gotten so much more time with Bucky without interruption.

Hopefully, you could get this mission done and over with soon. This mission had lasted a bit longer than what they normally did. You were so close to catching the target though. You could feel it.

“Y/N? Doll? You there?” Bucky’s voice came from the phone. The little spare time you had, you tried to get in touch with him.

“Yeah, yeah I’m here...I miss you.”

“Me too. I can’t wait ‘till you’re back home. How’s the mission, any closer?”

“Yeah. It’s going good. Better. Oh, we are so close. I know it. If all goes well, I’ll be back in less than a week. Enough about me. How are you?”

“Everything’s good. As per usual, Sam is driving me insane. On our run, this morning, Steve and I outran him though. Like always. Clint is teaching me how to cook some simple stuff. Nothing crazy. I promise not to burn the house down.” His laugh filled your ear and made you smile in return. Not that he could see it.

“You better not, hey you better b-” You heard a loud collection of footsteps race towards you. You already knew what they meant. “Buck I think we got a lead, good one by the sound of things. I gotta go, but I’ll see you soon...I love you.”

“I love you too. Stay safe, please.” Before you could reply, the door opened and another agent came to let you know of what was going on. Nodding, you hung up the phone and grabbed your gun from beside you.

*

A week later, you caught your guy. You chased him all the way to Mumbai. Thankfully, no one on your team was more than injured. You couldn’t wait to be home; just a few more hours. And lord knows you needed a shower ASAP.

You debated whether to call Bucky ahead of time or not. No, you thought, let’s keep it a surprise. That way you could see his living conditions without giving him time to panic and clean up last minute. You so looked forward to seeing his face.

As soon as the ship lands you head to the debriefing to get everything over with. After, you go to the bathroom to clean up your face and hands before heading home. Your face in the mirror is covered with dirt and blood (you’re not sure if it’s even yours…), though you don’t have that many cuts. The ones you do have aren’t too bad thankfully.

Soon enough you were speeding past other agents and making your way through the light traffic on your way home.

Clint, Steve, and Sam’s cars were parked out front and you inwardly groaned. You’d hoped to have him all to yourself but guess not…

You looked through the soil in the plant pot in front and snuck up to the door. Slowly and quietly, you turned the key and knob. As soon as you made it inside, you heard their voices from the living room. At least they were having fun.

Immediately you noticed your succulents, flowers, and other houseplants wilting and dying. You took pride in your plants and now they’re all dead or dying! How could he forget to tend to them?

You walked silently towards the living room where they all were; no one had taken notice of you yet. They were too caught up in their own laughter and the game playing on TV.

“Obviously I’ve been gone for way too long. You managed to kill all the houseplants.” Their heads turned towards you quickly, obviously startled.

“Y/N! You’re home!” Bucky shot out of his seat and made his way to you, climbing over the couch and Sam in the process and in his excitement. He took you in his arms and kissed you passionately until you needed air. You looked into his eyes and played with the hair on the back of his neck. “When did you get home? Why didn’t you call?”

“I wanted to surprise you. I landed about an hour and a half ago. Had to go to the debriefing.” Your voice came softly and, for a moment, the plants were far from your mind. Just as you were leaning in for another kiss, the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted you. You’d totally forgotten the guys were sitting there. “Sorry. Hey guys.”

Greetings came from the three Avengers, and you quickly remembered your neglected plants. “James Buchanan Barnes! You didn’t water my fucking plants! How could you! I left your reminders all over the place! When we talked about getting a dog or a cat, and do you remember what I said?” He mumbled under his breath and looked anywhere but you. “What was that?” You asked.

“That we could get a pet if I could take care of other things like the plants.” He grumbled and you motioned for him to continue. “Because if I can’t take regular care of a plant how am I supposed to take care of an animal when you’re not around.”

“Exactly. I know it’s different but I also know you don’t have a lot of time for stuff. Pets take up a lot of time and resources that we might not be able to give.”

“Come on doll! Please? We can do it! I mean how hard can it be? I took care of Steve constantly before!” Steve pulled a ‘are you serious’ look and threw a small pillow at Bucky’s head. “What? It’s true!”

“Alright, I’ll think about it! Just try not to get on my bad side. And...come here.” Again, his arms were around you and you leaned against his chest, taking in his comforting scent. “So,” you said once the moment had passed, “What were you all up to?”

“Just watching the game.” Said Clint.

“Nothing much.” Replied Sam.

“Oh you know, babysitting, our puppy. Oh, sorry, I meant to say, husband.” Joked Steve. You all laughed with the exception of Bucky who just looked annoyed.

“Alright then. I think it’s about time you all left. Thanks for coming, it’s been fun. Yadayadayada, have a nice day.” Bucky rushed them up and handed them their things while you looked on amused.

All they did was gran and Sam asked ‘WhyyyyI’. To which Bucky replied, “Because I haven’t seen my wife in forever and I’d appreciate getting her alone!” Sam couldn’t decide whether to be a little grossed/weirded out or if to be really proud.

Clint snickered on the way out and he called out goodbyes to you all. ‘They really are an old married couple…’ He thought.

[sillesworldofwriting]

Title: To Be a Good Person

AO3

Chapter No./One-Shot/ Drabble: One-Shot

Words: 1437

Challenge: Kari’s Tom Hardy Writing Challenge ( @until-theend-oftheline )

Quote: “Making the effort to be good is really really important. But being yourself is more important.”

Pairing: Eddie x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Anxiety Attack, mental health issues

Author’s Note: So this is the first story I’ve written in months. The situation described is something that happened to me a few weeks ago (minus the call from Eddie) as my mental health was acting up. So please heed the warning. This story is not yet betad so I apologize for any and all mistakes. They are all mine.

You pulled the door closed behind you after you entered your flat, the keys landing on the shoe cabinet right in front of you. Making your way into our kitchen you threw the letter you pulled out of your mailbox just before you entered the apartment complex onto the table, while putting your backpack on a chair right next to it.

A sigh left your lips as you rubbed your hand over your face. You felt like crying and you were glad that the day was as good as over now. Having an exam was really taxing especially when you didn’t sleep at all the night before. But it was the last exam at least. A small light at the tunnel.

After hanging your jacket over the chair where your backpack was lying and kicking your boots into the hallway you grabbed the letter again. You already could tell that it was from your dermatologist where you had an appointment for a skin exam two weeks ago. But you couldn’t figure out why they would send you a letter.

You took a short letter out of the envelope and with it came also an invoice over 30$. Apparently your insurance didn’t cover the skin exam so you needed to pay it yourself. It was only 30$ but you broke out in tears nevertheless. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t slept the night before or that all the stress from the exam was finally falling away but it had you sobbing nonetheless. Your bad conscience also played a factor in it.

The letter dropped from your hands as you tried to calm yourself down by pressing them to your face. You hated this. It was not normal to break down in tears over an invoice. Even if you were tired as hell and your mind was playing tricks again regarding what happened at the supermarket a few minutes ago.

An elderly women didn’t have enough money to buy all her groceries so she needed to give something back. Since you had your headphones in you didn’t know what was going on just that the women held up the line for quite a while already. After you finally registered what was going on you thought about just buying the groceries for her but you couldn’t make up your might until it was to late. One of the employees took away the milk product while the cashier put every other product behind her.

When it was your turn you bought your groceries yout told the cashier to give you the ones the elderly women left behind too while you kept and eye on her to make sure she wasn’t leaving the supermarket. The cashier thanked you more than ones as you payed.

The elderly women didn’t want to accept the groceries from you or wanted to pay you back at least but you said that it was finde and she should just enjoy them. After that you left the supermarket. All the way home your mind was telling you that you didn’t do enough. You should have bought her all her groceries and not just a few. You should have made up your mind sooner.

All these thoughts were swirling inside your hand. Combined with the stress from the exam and sleep deprivation you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing.

Suddenly your phone began to ring. Still sobbing yout took it out of your backpocket. Eddie was calling you. You swallowed, trying to compose yourself long enough to answer because you knew that he would come over to your apartment. Especially because he knew that you had your last exam today. He probably wanted to celebrate. But Eddie coming over was the last thing you needed right now. Even though you kind of wanted someone to hold you, you couldn’t let him see you like this. No one was allowed to see you like this.

Your phone stopped ringing as you searched for a tissue to blow your nose. After wishing the rest of the tears from your face you called your best friend back.

“Hey there sunshine!”, Eddie greeted you cheerfully. Despite your emotional state you smiled. It was always good to hear his voice.

“Hey Eddie,” you answered.

“How was your exam? I’m sure you aced it, didn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” you replied, tears coming to your eyes again at the thought of your exam. “It was really hard and the question didn’t make sense at all. And I didn’t sleep last night so…”

“Nah! I’m sure you still passed! You were learning so hard!” he dismissed your concern. “But what did you mean you didn’t sleep last night? Not at all?”

“Yeah. My mind wouldn’t shut up.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I would have kept you company? Or come over? My apartment is just next door.”

You closed your eyes at his words. The thought crossed your mind as it got later and later last night. Eddie holding you would have gotten you to sleep right away like always. But at the end you didn’t do it because you didn’t want to burden him with your problems even if it was just not being able to sleep.

“You had a big day today. Maybe next time. How was the interview by the way?” you tried to change the subject.

“Drop the maybe and we’re good,” Eddie said. “And the interview was good. Next time this year I’m going to have a pulitzer. Gonna build it a shrine and everything.”

Despite still feeling awful you still had to laugh at that. “I can see you actually do that,” you chuckled.

“Of course. That award deserve a shrine. I have the design already mapped out.”

“Over confident much?”

“Naturally. There is nothing in this world which is going to top the article I’m going to write about this interview. Just wait and see.”

“Oh I will wait and see, don’t worry. I even promise to make you your favorite if you do win the Pulitzer.”

“I think that award deserve more then a dinner, don’t you think?” Eddie asked. You could hear the grin on his face through the phone which made you chuckle again.

“I’ll make you my famous cake too,” you answered.

“That’s my girl,” he exclaimed, quite pleased with himself. “But seriously this time Y/N. How was your exam?”

You sighed. “I don’t know. I have mixed feelings about it. The one today was so confusing that I wanted to hand it over without trying to answer anything. But I didn’t and I was able to write something to every question. But who knows it that will actually be enough to pass.”

“I’m sure. You need to have 51%, don’t you? I’m sure you got that somehow.”

“Your words in god's ear,” you breathed into the phone as tears sprang into your eyes again. Just thinking about the results of your exam made you anxious again. And your bad councis about the women at the supermarket came back in full force making you sob.

“Y/N?” Eddie asked. “What is it?”

You tried to suppress the tears long enough to answer him that everything was alright but you just couldn’t. The next thing you know was that you bawled your eyes out and told him everything that was burdened you including the supermarket story.

“I just want to be a good person,” you sniffed after you finally calmed yourself down.

““Making the effort to be good is really really important. But being yourself is more important,” he answered in a caring voice. “You need to be true to yourself and the Y/N I know is not selfish or any of the other things yut just told me. She is one of the most caring people I know. I mean look how we met.”

The thought about your first meeting almost a year ago made you laugh, while wiping the rest of the tears from your face.

“There it is,” Eddie said. You could hear the smile in his voice. “Knew that would make you laugh.”

“Thank you,” you breathed, grinning and already feeling better. Letting it all out helped wonders.

“Tell you what,” Eddie began. “How about you order us some pizza, I come over and we’re going to have a lazy night until we both fall asleep to those actions films you like to watch so much?”

“I’d like that,” you answered.

“Great! I take my usual with-”

“-extra cheese.” you interrupted him.

“You just know me too well. See you soon.”

“See you soon.”