#i have this much love for my meanie super soldier

[mistahstroke]

❝ D E AT H S T R O K E  ❞  … LOADING FILE …

X. info sheet .X

* note: this is a character biography i did for slade, ages ago. i edited this to match the rpg’s setting, and wrote this in a way different from your typical biography. imagine, it’s written in the perspective of a scientist / doctor, a member from the team responsible for his super soldier abilities. some information is purposefully blacked out ( don’t worry it’s not your computers ! ). idk, i’d thought i’d do something creative with his story and my portrayal of it. hopefully it all makes sense, but if you have any questions, i’ll be glad to answer them! discord or dms!

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S L A D E  J O S E P H  W I L S O N ;

Full Name: Slade Joseph Wilson

Alias: Deathstroke

Age: 52

Gender: Male

Birthdate: ████████

Birth Place: ████████

Current Residence: New York City

S L A D E  J O S E P H  W I L S O N ;

Hair: White

Eyes: Dark Brown

Disabilities: Blindness in one eye, Right

Build: Muscular, Super Soldier Physique

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: American

Alignment: Neutral, Villain

Identity: Secret/Not Secret, depends on the individual

S L A D E  J O S E P H  W I L S O N ;

Education: ██ ████ ███████ ██████ ██ █████████

Family: Unnamed mother, deceased Charles Wilson, father, deceased (Killed by Slade) Wade Defarge, half-brother, deceased Adeline Kane, ex-wife, deceased ███████ ██████, mother of rose, alive Grant Wilson, son, deceased Rose Wilson, daughter, alive Joseph Wilson, son, alive

Marital Status: Divorced

Employment (Former): ██████ ██ █████████, US Army

Employment (Current): Assassin, Mercenary, Bounty Hunter, Gun for Hire by contract

Affiliation(s): ██████ ██ █████████, US Army, ███████ █████

Preferred Weapons: Promethium Broad Sword, various guns, knives, and grenades

Equipment: Varies. Sometimes the Ikon Suit which absorbs kinetic energy. Or armored with chain metal armor underneath, belts and straps packed with ammunition, knives, grenades, and various other weaponry. Broad sword made of promethium, attached to back. Helmet hides half of his face, because of blindness in right eye. (Picture attached)

Abilities: Expert Combatant in various forms of combat (martial arts, unarmed combat, etc). Master marksman in various firearms, and master in weaponry, especially swordsmanship and firearms. Tactical Analysis (subject uses 90% of his brain), acrobatics, and stealth.

Powers: Super Soldier Physiology (enhanced senses especially of hearing and smell, enhanced agility, enhanced durability, enhanced reflexes, enhanced speed, enhanced stamina, enhanced strength), enhanced intellect, and accelerated healing.

P A S T

Slade Wilson was born on █████████ █████████ ████████  in █████████ ████████ to Mr. and Mrs. Wilson. His mother was ❝weak❞, he said, and his father abandoned him as a child. His father, Charles Wilson, a former CIA agent, was believed to be on a mission, but no record of the mission was ever recorded, nor found. Charles was later found to have defected to the ██████ ██ █████████. Charles had become something called Odysseus. Slade found him and killed him, years later. Slade still believes his father left because he chose to, and Slade doesn’t seem to remember his brother.

Slade has shown in his mentality and personality, that he is an individual capable of looking out for themselves. His father’s abandonment and unstable home, may be why, but it’s not conclusive. Slade may have always been selfish yet independent. However it may be, Slade Wilson was determined to enlist in the U.S. Army. Later, it is found Slade had lied about his age on his papers, and ran away from home. Instead of him being discharged, he was told to stay. His talents and skills in guerrilla warfare were far superior than any other soldier. He was tested over and over and over and promoted over and over by his superiors.

His ex-wife, Adeline Kane Wilson, was an Army Squadron Leader and instructor, who eventually trained Slade and took him under her wing. He impressed her, demonstrating his combat and skills, while high marks by Kane were left in this profile. In surveillance, you can see his fighting style sometimes resembles Kane’s style. His fighting style is either influenced or taken directly from Kane. What we did not anticipate was how dangerous their relationship would be. Slade would be promoted to Lieutenant Colonel, and sometime later Slade and Kane █████ ████ ██ ████ and marry. They would divorce, we don’t know why.

His first son, Grant Wilson, would become the first recorded Ravager. We’re not sure what happened, other than Slade finished his contract, and Grant was killed. The death of his son clearly affects him, to the point that he won’t talk about it. His second son, Joseph Wilson, also appears to be a heavy subject, but he appears to be more willing to talk about Joseph. ❝Joey❞ he said, in a psychological evaluation. Joseph Wilson is mute. Maybe Slade had something to do with Joseph’s disability….we don’t know. But Slade has shown signs of guilt, for both his sons. Grant and Joseph Wilson are children from his first marriage to Adeline Kane.

Slade’s daugther, Rose Wilson, was born out of wedlock. Her mother, ███████ █████, Slade appeared to have an affair with, while on assignment. He won’t say he abandoned Rose, most likely because of the comparison to his father, but he did abandon her. Because she was raised without her father. Rose would go on to take up the mantle as Ravager. We don’t know how many there are. From surveillance, she is the only one of his kids he communicates with, the most. They don’t always get along, or not at all, understandably. Slade appears to have a disconnect with his children. Just as he is disconnected with everyone else.

Slade was a good soldier. Excellent soldier. The perfect soldier. The Army asked him to volunteer for a secret medical experiment that was said to be a defense against the enemy’s Truth Serum. He agreed. It was really our attempt to make metahuman super-soldiers. He was lied to - but he was the perfect candidate. Something else we hadn’t anticipated: a violent response to the serum. It broke his mind and body, then built him back up. Stronger than before. But that would happen later. The immediate results were Slade’s more aggressive, violent, and enraged behavior. This aggression would remain with him, long after the experiment ended. Slade would go on to continue this as Deathstroke…

We deemed the experiment a failure, and Slade was limited to a desk job. We continued to monitor him, but what was the point? We thought. Our experiment had failed, until he started to show signs that it hadn’t. Enhanced, to a human’s peak, we did it. We did it. Accelerated healing helped to heal what else was left, and out perfect soldier was made even better. Slade’s enhanced mind allowed him to use 90% of his brain, and he has shown it’s use when he fights several enemies at once and uses tactical planning for his contract kills. We made a weapon…that even we could not handle. His mind remained broken. Even though we made him smarter, his mental stability, emotionally, crumbled. We wouldn’t call it crazy, but we’d call it violent. All Slade has now is aggression, a violent streak, and blood lust. He still has some sort of sense of humor, but we would highly advise to stay away from this man. He is unstable. We’re not sure if humor or violence will unleash out of him, at anytime.

We’re not sure what happened after that. We were told Slade was discharged, disobeying orders, trying to save another soldier. Wintergreen, his friend. Slade disappeared after, becoming what we only know now as Deathstroke.

P R E S E N T

We now have somewhat of a picture of what Slade has been up to. He’s made several enemies of heroes and villains, in Gotham alone, and has spent time with the League of Assassins. Physically, he’s gotten better. Mentally, he’s gotten worse.

We don’t know what happened to Slade Wilson. He was on assignment, and then, he was gone. Men don’t just disappear, especially not a man like Slade. He wouldn’t disappear unless he planned it. We’re looking into it. We have to find our weapon.

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~ It Wasn’t His Fault, 8 ~

AN: happy IWHF day!! I’m so delighted with the love this series is getting, hard work pays off. Enjoy part 8!!

Part 7 here:

it wasn’t his fault 7

Summery: Tony goes to apologise to Y/N and hear Bucky’s side of the story, but Tony is blinded by the fact that the man his daughter has fallen in love with, shares the same face as the man who took his parents from him.

Parings: Bucky Barnes x Stark!F!Reader. Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader

Characters: Happy Hogan.

Warnings: mentions of food, fighting, arguing, mentions of Reader’s mother, Tony being a meanie, angst with some fluff.

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“What do you want?” You asked, your tone angry and confused. Why is he here?

“I just want to talk,” Tony begged.

“You screamed at me for only doing what’s right,” you said. “How am I supposed to know what’s right or wrong if you don’t show me?”

“Y/N. You’re an adult,” Tony said. “And I get I was feeling very angry and wasn’t listening to a word you were saying,”

You then heard a knock at the door, Tony looked at you, you looked at him. You answered it and saw Bucky. You’d have thought seeing Bucky at your door would make you happy. But you grew scared.

“Y/N? Are you -“ Bucky said.

“You’re still seeing him?” He was cut off by Tony’s outburst.

You whipped your head at Tony who was now standing behind you.

“Sir, let me-“ Bucky said.

“You can get away from my daughter! You’re putting her in danger!” Tony barked, shoving you behind him.

“Daddy, please!” You called as Happy caught you before you fell.

“Tony, stop,” Happy said as Tony squared up to Bucky.

Tony grabbed Bucky’s collar and shoved him against the wall.

“I will not let you take away my daughter,” Tony seethed.

“Fine,” Bucky said bravely.

“Dad, stop!” You screamed.

Tony held Bucky against the wall.

“This is your final warning,” Tony snapped. “Leave my daughter alone,” he seethed.

You could see Bucky’s eyes filling with tears. You wanted to protect Bucky. Bucky did the small thing that always made you feel sad - he blinked away his tears.

“Okay,” he said tearfully.

Tony shoved him again then let go. Bucky looked tearfully at you then fled. You scrambled free from Happy.

“I hate you,” you seethed at Tony, he stared at you.

His heart broke as he saw you run after Bucky.

“Nice job, Tony. What happened to hearing Bucky’s side of the story?” Happy asked angrily.

“You don’t get it, and you never will,” Tony said angrily leaving your apartment building.

You ran fast to catch up with Bucky. You knew where he was going. Back to his hut. Away from the world.

When you arrived you saw the hut. It wasn’t much but at least Bucky had somewhere to call his. You gently knocked on his door, he slowly answered it, he looked as if he’d been crying.

“Don’t you dare run away from me again,” you said, slightly out of breath from trying to catch up with Bucky and silently cursing his super soldier speed.

“You can’t be with me,” Bucky said tearfully.

“I’m sick and tired of everyone saying what I can and can’t do! I’m a grown ass woman. I can make my own choices and I want to be with you,” you said tearfully.

You were feeling slightly angry. Your whole life you’ve been “protected” the first time you got some independence was when Tony agreed to let you live at the compound and move out of his mansion.

You weren’t entirely on your own in the compound, but you certainly had a lot of fun and grew closer to the people you looked up to.

But now, you had proper independence, you wanted to do what you wanted to do. You wanted to be with Bucky. He made you feel safe and loved.

“I want to be with you too, but your father-“ Bucky said tearfully, he hated seeing the look of hurt on your face.

“Can eat shit,” you said bitterly.

Bucky looked at you. He let you into his hut.

“I’m sorry about all this Bucky. I’m sorry that my dad hurt you earlier,” you said gently.

“Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault,” Bucky said gently.

You smiled.

——

You had spent the rest of the day with Bucky, and it was lovely. You soon learnt that Tony and Happy left Wakanda. Bucky went with you to your apartment.

You saw a note on your kitchen table and you recognised your father’s writing straight away, Bucky nodded gently at you before heading into the kitchen to make you both some tea.

You carefully ripped open the letter:

“Y/N. My daughter.

I’m sorry for the way I behaved, Happy was right. I did go to Wakanda to sort things out and hear Sargent Barnes’ side of the story. I only want what’s best for you.

You have to understand that my entire life, I’ve had people close to me leave. I find it difficult for change at the best of times.

When you were born, I promised you that I’d protect you even if it cost me my life. I’d do it in a heart beat.

When you took Steve’s side instead of mine, my whole life faded away. But then I remembered, you are a Stark. We’re stubborn assholes, aren’t we?”

You let out a breathy laugh.

“I understand you’re a grown woman and you’re able to make decisions by yourself. I just always see you as my little girl. The very same little girl who would hold my hand when nervous and hide behind her old man to feel safe. But. You’re an adult. But in my eyes, you’re still my little girl.

I love you forever and always, Y/N. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

You wiped your eyes and turned the page.

“I accept you must love Sargent Barnes with your entire being and I want nothing but happiness and peace for you. So, I give you my blessing and maybe one day, I can look past the face of the man who took my parents away from me to see the face of the man who loves my daughter.

I love you, Y/N. Remember you’re always my little girl.

Love,

Dad x”

You sighed tearfully. Yes there was going to be a rift between you and your father now, but honestly? When you were growing up, there was constant rifts between the pair of you. You both always made up straight away.

“Y/N?” Bucky called gently, peering his head from the kitchen.

“Yeah?” You said, wiping your eyes before looking at Bucky.

“Fancy pasta for dinner?” Bucky asked gently, you smiled.

“Sounds perfect,” you said, Bucky smiled and went back into the kitchen.

You gently put the letter inside a draw and wiped your eyes clean dry. You shook away the sadness as you went to help Bucky make dinner.

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warnings —  DDLG, swearing, mentions of longing/missing someone,  mentions of leaving someone, teasing??

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After placing two scoops of the chocolate ice cream on the cone, Y/N lifted her head up to look at her daddy who sported a scowl on his face as he was drumming a pen in between his fingers as he tried to piece together the facts of the case. Normally, she wouldn’t be allowed so close to Andy as he was working, but given how needy she had been all morning — despite sitting right by his feet wasn’t enough for her — she promised to remain well-behaved and quiet for him so he gave her the green light to go ahead and stay with hi as she played with her scoop and learn toy set. Silently putting down her cone by the ice cream trolley, she moved towards his leg and when he didn’t move or acknowledge her, she clung her arms around his calf as her cheek snuggled up against his shin. “What?” Feeling something cling around his lower leg snapped him right out of his focused trance as his confusion easily melted into adoration as he peered down and saw his girlfriend curled up against him. “My petal’s quite needy today isn’t she?” “Sorry dada,” She said lowly as her fingers drummed rhythmically against his clothed leg, “Was behaved and nice.” Nodding, he then bent and carried her to sit on his lap. She squealed excitedly as she then wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled her face in his neck, “Wuv you, dada.” Humming, he rubbed her back soothingly as he looked into her eyes, “Need to hold dada huh?” The smile that formed on her lips was a toothy grin that was the attorney’s favorite sight in the whole world. “Want to hold you so much, dada; ‘m sorry,” She pouted at the thought of him being disappointed at her; sensing the drop of her mood, he then cooed and peppered kisses all over her face, feeling his prickly beard graze her skin prompted her to erupt in a fits of giggles as she loved the affection that he was showering her with. “This what you needed, my little petal?” He asked her in his gentle, playful tone as she nodded and snuggled herself against his chest as she toyed with his large fingers, “Mhm, love you so much, dada.”

“Hello?” August answered the phone call with a frown — Y/N was never one to call her boyfriend when he had missions that required him to go undercover and/or while he had overseas operations; so it was alarming that she called him he thought of only the worst possible scenarios. “Hi, daddy,” She sniffled out into the phone — part of her was relieved she got to hear his voice, but really she just longed to be with him. “What’s wrong, little one?” He furrowed his eyebrows as he impatiently tapped his fingers against the steering wheel; she let out a sigh before admitting, “Miss you, daddy. So sad without you.” Despite feeling pain on the field of his job, the sound of her small and vulnerable voice was the most painful thing he ever had to hear or endure. “Little one, have you been good for me?” She nodded against her phone as she hugged the Cinnamoroll stuffie that had a shirt specifically sewn on for the stuffie which had the words “daddy’s little one” embroidered on it, “I do, daddy. Miss your kisses and hugs so much.” As he parked his car in front of their yard he smirked as he answered her, “Well who knows when I’ll get back right?” He was positive that there was a pout on her lips as she thought of the likelihood that she was going to be alone for a while, “But daddy I miss you already!” Her whine was so loud that she didn't hear the way August opened up their front door and walked to the living room where she was lying in the couch; he ended the call and he could see her slumping down her shoulders from behind before jumping down beside her and hugging her, “Well good thing daddy’s home now, yeah?” She let out a shrilling shriek in excitement as she kissed his bearded cheeks repeatedly, “I missed you so much, daddy! Promise I was the goodest girl for you!”

“How are your chicken tenders, sweetie?” Bucky asked after pressing a kiss on her forehead; they were out to dinner with Sam and his girlfriend, Leila — who like her was a little too. After the two bonded over the activity paper the server handed to them, they both munched down on their meal. “So yummy, tătic! But,” She trailed off as she looked around nervously. After drinking down a chunk of his beer then looked at him with worry written on his face, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Without a word, she snuggled close to his side right as she tangled her arms around his metal arm before looking up at him with doting eyes, “All better, tătic!” Slightly picking up on what she was up to, he grabbed another chicken and tapped it on her lips; she moaned lowly when he fed her then snuggled up more to his arm. “Need my touch, don’t you sweetheart?” Shyly, she nodded as she played with his fingers, “Always want you close to me.” Sam and Leila were both busy being all snuggled up too so Bucky repeatedly, sweetly kissed her lips before telling her, “How ‘bout we take a bath later, sweetie?” Extremely thrilled with the idea of spending tub time with her daddy, she nodded too much that little chunks of the chicken she was eating escaped her mouth as she expressed her liking of his idea, “So excited for that, tătic! Can we go home now and bathe together?” Chuckling at the small mess she made, he wiped the sides of her mouth with a napkin then kissed her forehead, “Only a few more minutes before we can bath together, sweetie.”

“Into the tub you go, doll,” Steve sing-songed as he gently placed Y/N into the bathtub that was filled with warm water and soapy bubbles. She giggled as she felt the warm water graze her skin. For a while, she was busying herself with playing and blowing the bubbles; after a while, she was craning her neck to look for Steve, “Sir? Where are you?” A pout was now formed onto her lips that earlier was stretched out into a smile. The super soldier was in their shared bedroom preparing what she was going to wear after her bath when he heard her distressed call for him. Entering their ensuite bathroom the skin of his forehead wrinkled up as he approached her and kneeled down by the tub, “What’s wrong, doll?” A small amount of water splashed onto him when she crossed her arms, “Want you, sir.” Not fully understanding what she meant, he brought a hand to caress her back — as if to coax her into explaining as he said, “I am here, doll. What do you want?” “Want you here, sir,” Unclasping her arms from where they were crossed, she dropped her arms in the bubbly water and pouted at him. Nodding in understanding, he then stood up; hearing her whimper in need made him chuckle a bit, “I’m just gonna remove my clothes then join you in there okay, doll?” Gone was the frown that earlier donned her face for she now had a wide grin as she clapped when Steve slowly dipped in the tub, careful as to not spill water out of the tub. Once he was fully seated in the tub, his doll then moved over to him and hugged him tight, “Love you, sir.” Placing her on his lap, he then kissed the top of her head as he tried to calm his beating heart, “I love you too, doll. Now, how ‘bout we clean you up with your favorite shampoo hm?”

“Where you bringing me, baby girl?” Sy wondered out loud as he allowed his nearly 200 pound self to be whisked away. It was unusual of her to remain this quiet; for some her whining and blabbering would be annoying, but the Texan captain loved how verbal she was especially since it served as a constant reminder about how much he was needed by her. Upon being brought to the den of their house that served as the office, he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he gently stroked her back, hoping to coax out an answer out of her, “What are we gonna in the office, baby?” She pointed to the landline phone and to the stuffed animal that arrived defective a few days ago. “You want me to make a call?” He asked and she nodded with a wide smile. “Why can’t you make the call?” The question was asked out of curiosity, but with the way she batted her eyelashes and bit her lip bashfully had him worried. A small smile graced his face when she opened her mouth, but she quickly closed it and instead grabbed a pen and paper. Sitting down on the swivel chair, he patiently waited for her to finish jotting down her message. When she was done, she shyly slid over the paper to him and once he read it the words broke his heart, “My voice is ugly. Who said this, baby girl?” Shrugging her shoulders she fiddled with her fingers but he placed her on his lap which allowed him to gently stroke her thighs, “Come on, baby girl, please talk to me? I miss hearing your pretty voice.” As if to prove his point, his beard tickled her skin as he pressed kisses on her throat; she giggled as her hands pushed his wide chest away and cleared her throat, “Some guy said my voice is too deep for a girl.” Sy’s jaw clenched in anger at the person who disrespected his girl’s feature; a thick finger of his hooked under her chin to make her look at him, “Listen to me, okay? Don’t listen to the meanie who said that. Your voice is beautiful and lovely, just like the rest of you.” Biting the inside of her mouth, she then looked up at him with teary eyes; he was about to question as to why she was tearing up when she wrapped her arms tight around his neck as she peppered kisses on his bearded cheek, “Thank you, daddy. Needed that reminder.”

“Papa?” Y/N groggily called out as she rubbed the sleep away from her eyes and looked to the side of the bed; she frowned when she noticed that the gold medalist wasn’t occupying the earlier spot he claimed. Grabbing for the first stuffed toy he had given her in her arms, she made her way off their bed and checked their walk-in-closet and ensuite bathroom — and was displeased when he wasn’t there. There were two other bedrooms and a bathroom on the upper floor and all three areas did not house her loving boyfriend.  “Where are you?” She was now close to crying as she headed down the stairs. Upon hearing noise coming from their dining room, she then skipped over there and was shocked to see him wearing his USA jacket and was faced in front of a laptop. “Well I have to say that my biggest motivation has to be my loving girlfriend,” Just as he said the last word he shot Y/N a sincere smile, patting her lap — motioning for her to sit on it.  Thankful that she wasn’t wearing her little pajamas and instead fell asleep wearing one of his sweatshirts, she shyly sat on his lap and was surprised to see that the accomplished gymnast was being interviewed, “And she just pushes me to be the best I can be, in all aspects.” At the compliment, she shyly waved at the interviewer. “Well that is all the time we have. Thank you so much Lance Tucker for gracing us with your presence and introducing us to your lovely girl too.” Lance’s computer screen faded into his screensaver of the two of them — the gymnast kissing her cheek as she smiled wide into the camera. “Woke up without you and was so scared, papa.” Her confession had his heart hurting a bit but he cuddled her and explained, “I’m sorry, angel. I had an interview and you looked so adorable while you sleep that I didn’t want to wake you.” At his explanation, her little mind was able to understand it and nodded, “Promise to never leave me?” His reply was instant, “My greatest nightmare would be leaving you. I love you so much, angel,” For the only thing he has ever been sure of in his entire life was that she was going to be with her for the rest of their days together.

As much as Ransom and Y/N enjoyed summer, the bright sunny days allowed them to stroll around the different sights and go on long road trips across the state — even the country if the only Thrombey child wasn’t feeling lazy. “Princess, have you packed your clothes already?” He asked from the main floor of his house as he zipped up his duffle bag after checking once again that he had packed the necessary garments for their three-day stay in the high-end resort Ransom got them a booking to.  “King, can you come here please?” The man that was called for had to chuckle as he made his way up the stairs, heading for their bedroom because he could practically sense that she was pouting as she called for him. “Princess, everything alright with you?” Seeing her kneeling down in front of her suitcase with a wide array of clothing articles spread all around her. Shaking her head, she crossed her arms as her lips formed a pout, “Need king to help me pack.” Wrapping his arms around her  and placing her on his lap, he kissed the side of her neck, “My little princess needs help packing her clothes?” Snuggling against his chest, she nodded as she slipped her thumb into her mouth, “King packs my clothes better.” Having her in his lap as he was folding some of her clothes then placing it on her matching suitcases didn’t pose as a challenge for him; in fact he loved the thought of her being all small that she needed him. “Such a helpless, needy little thing you are hm?” Even though he was partially joking, she took it seriously but was not offended by it, “Just want my king near me at all times, please.” After zipping up her bags once they have been filled with all the clothes she was probably going to use during their stay there, he simply kissed her cheek and gently pat her thighs, “Well king’s not going anywhere without his pretty princess. Now let’s go on our vacation, okay?”

“Where are you, bubba?” Y/N pouted as she rubbed her hands on her arms as she stood by the balcony in their apartment. Her phone was in one of the pockets of the bathrobe she was wearing, and when she grabbed for it, she searched on Twitter for Superman. A sad smile graced her lips when she read about him being currently in a different country, aiding citizens who were currently suffering a forest fire in their location. Locking her phone, she then moved towards the door and before fully going in and locking the door behind her she looked up in the sky with hopeful eyes, “Please come home soon, bubba.”

Removing the robe from her body, she rested it by her dresser then crawled under the covers as she hugged the pillow Clark often laid down on when they slept together. A gush of strong wind blew past her and before she could even process what it was or see it properly, she was faced with a freshly showered Clark who was smiling and laying down beside her, “Hi, bubba. I’m home.” Her cheeks hurt from smiling so wide as she kissed his lips repeatedly and excitedly. “I’m so happy you’re home, bubba! I missed you so damn much.” She moaned out in pleasure when his arms opened wide and cuddled her close and warm into his chest. Pressing a kiss on the top of her head, he then rubbed her back soothingly, “I know, bubba. I heard you.” hearing those words, she hid her face deeper into his chest, not having the guts to look up at him. With a cheeky grin, he reassured her, “ And don’t worry, I’ll be all yours this weekend. There’s no way I will be neglecting my precious bubba.”

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Don’t Tell Bucky 1/2

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Romance, Comedy, Drama

Summary: The reader arrives home one night after drowning her sorrows, thinking she doesn't stand a chance with the guy she loves most, Bucky Barnes. She is so out of it that she ends up revealing all of her feelings to the first person she sees. The man himself.

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I've been teased my whole adult life about what an old fashioned, hopeless romantic I am.

Yes, I'm an Avenger. Yes, I can kick ass when the occasion arises. But the rest of the time, the usual place to find me, is curled up on the couch with my head buried in a Jane Austen novel.

A couple of years ago someone came into my life that I thought was the key to it all. He was destined to be the Darcy to my Elizabeth, the Edward to my Elinor, the Mr Knightly to my Emma. Oh, how wrong I was!

When Steve first brought Bucky to Avengers HQ it was like a modern day version of when Bingley introduced Mr Darcy to the people of Meryton at the ball in Pride and Prejudice.

He was the archetype of the aloof romantic hero. Tall, dark, handsome, brooding and quiet. He kept himself to himself, observed everyone with eyes of an eagle, and only spoke when spoken to. I was well and truly hooked.

As weeks turned into months, Bucky and I came to an understanding, a friendship that only got more complicated as time went on. After everything he had been through, it was hard for him to open up to people, to let his guard down. What he did yearn for though, was companionship, someone to sit beside, someone to just be there if and when he needed them. I became that person for him.

Every time I decided to sit silently with a book in hand, it wouldn't be long before I had a certain super soldier at my side, just embracing the company, not having to worry about putting on a show for people he didn't feel comfortable with.

The complication in our relationship came when I realised how much I had come to depend on him being there for me.

My aching for him first made itself known when he started going out on missions that I wasn't apart of, when he went on all day training sessions away with the guys, and whole nights out when his confidence finally got a boost. I missed him. I missed him with every fiber of my being.

"So, I'm guessing you've heard the latest gossip on Barnes?" Nat asked me one morning over breakfast, her eyes not leaving her plate of blueberry pancakes as she spoke.

"Gossip? What are you talking about?" Any news on what Bucky was up to was music to my ears. I'd barely seen him these last few weeks, and it was seriously messing me up in more ways than I'd like to admit.

"You mean he's not told you? You? Princess Y/N?"

To say Nat was surprised by my ignorance was an understatement. This must be something big if she is shocked about it. When did it change to others knowing more about Bucky than I did? I thought we were best friends. He calls me Princess for Christ's sake.

"Maybe you should ask him yourself," Nat suggested, reaching across the table and rubbing my forearm. "I just assumed he would have told you first."

Now I'm seriously freaking out. "Nat, please just tell me what the hell is going on."

"You know Theresa down in medical?" Oh, shit. I've got a bad feeling about this.

"Yeah. What about her?"

"They're dating." Oh no!

It felt like my heart had leapt into my throat. I couldn't think, never mind know what to respond with. I knew it would happen eventually. I knew he'd end up with someone. I just assumed it would me. How stupid could I be?

"Y/N, you need to tell him how you feel." Why does Nat always have to be so good at this observation stuff?

"I don't know what you're talking about," I choked with a traitor tear in my eye, and a jump up from my chair when I suddenly felt the need to escape.

Nat followed me down the hall to my room, putting herself in front of me as I tried to change into my running gear. I had to get out of there. "You can't pretend this isn't happening Y/N. This is Bucky we're talking about. Your Bucky. You'll regret it if you don't tell him."

"Yeah, well I'll regret it a hell of a lot more if I do tell him and then lose him completely."

Nat grabbed my arms, stopping me in my tracks. She was one of my closest friends for a reason. She knew what made me tick, what scared me, what mattered the most to me. It's just not a risk I can take though.

"If you don't talk to him, all of this will get bottled up inside and it will ruin your friendship anyway. Y/N you need to get this out."

She was right. This was Nat. She was always right. My head and heart couldn't handle all of this new information. I didn't know how to deal with it, how to react.

So much for that epic romance I thought I was destined for. Looks like, for me, I'm only meant to be the friend, the side character in someone else's love story. I'm Eponine and not Cosette.

Deciding to lay off of me for the rest of the day, Nat rounded up Wanda and a few others and we headed out for a few drinks. Well, what started out as a few drinks anyway.

By the early morning I had at least 10 too many tequila shots in my bloodstream, partnered with a sore throat from overly emotional karaoke renditions of some of the best known heartbreak songs. I was a mess. A mess that could barely remember her own name.

"Are you drunk?" A random voice echoed through the hall as I stumbled around, trying and failing to get into what I hoped was my room at 2am.

"Why would you think that?" I replied to the swaying figure as they moved closer to steady my feet.

"Probably because you're trying to unlock your bedroom door with a lip stick. Plus the fact that the door doesn't have a lock on it anyway. What's up?"

Ignoring the nosy stranger, and giving up on getting into my room because the handle kept moving all over the place, I went in search of the nearest soft thing I could find to park myself on. Standing up was over rated anyway.

"You don't normally drink like this Princess," the randomer observed, leaning over me as I started making rug angels on the shag pile in the common room.

Why is this guy talking like he knows me? Who the hell does he think he is calling me that? "I've just got a lot on my mind. And don't Princess me. Only Bucky gets to call me that."

"Noted," the randomer laughed with a shake of the head, then joining me by laying at my side.

Staring at the ceiling as the silence engulfed us, I decided to confide in this handsome newbie. "If I tell you something, can you promise you won't tell anybody?"

"I promise," he responded without hesitation.

"I mean it, nobody can know. Especially Bucky. He can never find out." I pulled him into a sitting position and put my hands on either side of his face, trying to stress how important it was that he keeps this to himself. He really was pretty.

"I swear, Bucky will hear none of this from me."

"Ok. Here goes," I jumped up, frantic all of a sudden. "I want him to break up with his girlfriend, and it's seriously stressing me out."

"Why would you want him to do that? She's a nice girl isn't she?," pretty boy questioned in confusion, getting to his feet as well. Why did he care so much? Where the heck did he come from anyway? I swear, if this is one of Tony's robo experiments again I'm gonna flip.

"I'm sure they're perfect for each other," I groaned. "I just know that I don't want him with her. At first I had no idea why. He's one of my closest friends. I should want him to be happy right?"

"Of course," Mr Blue eyes confirmed with a furrowed brow and by gripping onto my now clammy hands.

"Then I started thinking about it. Why was I feeling like this? Why was it bothering me so much? I realised, it wasn't just this one girl I have a problem with. It's all girls. All except one."

"Who?"

"Me."

"Wait? What?" He bellowed, leaping backwards and pacing the floor. "You want m...I mean Bucky to go out with you?"

"Yeah. I mean, I think so."

"Y/N, you can't just come out with something like that and respond with I think so," he screeched out in loud exasperation, so much so that I burst into flood of tears.

"Why are you shouting at me?" This guy is such a meanie.

When he saw how upset I was he immediately calmed down, placing his palms on my face and wiping the salty drops away. "Y/N please don't cry. This is just a lot to process."

It took me a while to calm myself down, hiccups escaping my lips as the crying finally subsided. Slowly, the angel man, stranger, person, thing walked me over to the couch and sat us both down. His eyes were boring into me, beautiful azure pools that looked slightly familiar. Maybe it was those bath bombs Steve keeps buying from Lush. I don't know.

"Why do you even care about all this? It's not like you know him or something?" I enquired, now looking at anything other than in those beautiful bath fizzer eyes.

"Just try to explain to me what's going on in that crazy little head of yours," he pressed.

Oh well. I may as well carry on now I've started.

"I've been with the Avengers for a long time. They're my family, my home. And don't get me wrong, I know they care about me, love me even. It's just easy to be sidelined, you know? To become an after thought when you're part of something so big. Bucky changed that. When I met him, it was like everything shifted. He became the reason I smiled every day, why I looked forward to getting out of bed. For the first time in my life I felt like I was at the top of someone's priority list."

"So are all of these feelings because you think you're gonna lose that? You think you're gonna lose him? I swear to you it won't happen." If it only it were that easy.

"I wish it was that," the tears building up once more as I eventually decided to look at him properly. "It would make all of this way less complicated."

"What is it then?," he pressed in urgency.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm head over heels in love with the guy."

[prettybuckybaby]

in the flood you'll build an ark and sail us to the moon

The avengers meet Peter's daughter.

part three of single parent peter parker

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The Avengers don’t officially meet Leia until Saturday. They give Peter and Leia space on the Friday knowing how much Peter was, unsurprisingly, upset after the whole lockdown event on Thursday evening. Nobody really expected it to happen on Saturday, either, but Peter’s always thought that having children makes life unpredictable.

Leia and Peter are enjoying a lazy morning. They sleep in longer than they normally would, Peter managing to convince Leia to close her eyes for another hour or so when she storms into his room to wake him up. Peter is vaguely aware of Pepper knocking on his door at some point and opening it slightly, cooing when she sees the pair cuddled together. When they eventually surface, Peter smiles at the new photo of them pinned on the fridge, taken less than an hour ago, both of them smiling peacefully in their sleep.

The morning is one of domestic bliss. They make pancakes together in the kitchen, Leia eats most of the chocolate chips before Peter has a chance to put them in the batter. He pretends to be annoyed for all of thirty seconds before he laughs and kisses the top of her head as he fishes another packet out of the cupboard above her head.

Their peaceful morning-turned-afternoon is interrupted by Peter’s phone ringing just as they are settling down to watch a film. Peter laughs as Leia groans dramatically.

“Everything alright, Mr Stark?” Peter asks when he answers the phone. He frowns at the hesitation Tony takes.

“Pete, I’m sorry, but Fury’s called a meeting. I’ve tried my best to get you out of it, but he won’t listen,” Peter sighs heavily, rubbing his eyes. “Any chance you could pop down?”

“Yeah, just…just lemme find Miss Potts, see if she can watch Leia for a bit,” He frowns when he hears Tony suck in a breath.

“Sorry, Pete. Pep’s in a meeting. Some last-minute emergency in New Zealand,” Peter doesn’t say anything, but Tony hears him sigh down the line. “You okay, kid?”

“Yeah. Thinking.”

“You could just bring her along,” Tony suggests lightly. “It’ll probably only be quick. Nobody would mind at all,” He makes an apologetic sound. “Sorry for crashing your morning, kid,”

“No, no, it’s fine.” He sighs lightly. “Just gimme a few minutes to put some clothes on,” Tony snorts as he agrees and hangs up.

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Twenty minutes later, Peter is entering conference room E. Everybody but Fury looks up when he enters, all offering their greetings. Fury only looks up from his papers when he speaks up.

“Parker. Lovely that you could grace us with your presence.” Tony’s lips quirk at the obvious fake smile that Peter flashes at Fury, snorting when it disappears the moment the director looks back down. Peter walks further into the room and the Avengers all smile when they notice Leia following, still in her Spider-man pyjamas, one hand holding Peter’s and the other holding on tightly to Bearbear. When the young girl notices Tony, she smiles brightly and lets go of her father’s hand, reaching out for the older man. Tony grins at her, lifting her up and spinning her around in his chair.

“Hello, sweetheart,” Even though Tony tries to keep his voice down, Fury’s head snaps up when he hears him talk. Peter sits down in the empty chair next to Tony, rolling his eyes when Fury speaks again.

“No. No children allowed. Absolutely not.”

“You heard the man, Peter,” Sam sighs dramatically from where he’s sat opposite Peter. He slides down far enough in his seat that he can kick Peter’s out from under the desk. “No children. You need to leave,” Bucky snorts from two seats across.

“Wha…hey!” Nearly everyone laughs at the annoyed look on Peter’s face. Fury just narrows his eyes. “No offense, Mr Fury, Sir, but you didn’t really give me enough notice to arrange a babysitter.”

“Not my issue, Parker. Out.” Fury demands simply, pointing to the door. Peter narrows his eyes, staring at him for a few long moments. He debates with himself whether annoying Fury more is worth it. He decides against it before he stands up, not caring when his chair falls over. Natasha covers her laugh with a cough.

“Fine. C’mere Leia,” The girl lifts her head from where she’s place it on Tony’s shoulder, her fingers messing up his hair. She moans, high and long, burying herself in Tony’s chest.

“Wanna stay with Uncle Mista Stark,” Peter shoots her an apologetic smile.

“Yeah, well, Mr Angry doesn’t want you with Uncle Mr Stark because he’s too busy being a big meanie,” He whispers, but his voice is loud enough that everyone in the room hears him clearly. Fury is growling when he replies.

“One peep out of her and she’s out, you hear me?” Peter doesn’t reply, just picks his chair up from the floor and sits down. He smiles when he sees Tony running his fingers through Leia’s hair. The man smirks at him when she starts falling asleep in his lap.

“She gets this from you, you know.” He lifts the fingers from her hair, immediately putting them back when she whimpers softly. “Does this send all Parkers to sleep? Or just the children?”

“STARK!” Peter smirks when Fury snaps.

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Peter decides Tony is a stone-faced liar when Fury is still droaning on an hour and three quarters later. He’s fairly certain that Steve is the only one of them actually listening. If he didn’t know Natasha any better, he would think that she’s talking notes with how she’s writing and glancing up every so often. But he does know Natasha and knows for a fact that she’s actually editing Peter’s essay on Othello that is due in next week. Clint is watching Fury but clearly not paying attention, Tony is still carding his fingers through a sleeping Leia’s hair, and Bruce is face down on the table, possibly sleeping. Either side of Steve, Bucky and Sam are throwing things at each other, struggling to contain their laughter each time one of them hits Steve and he huffs.

Leia is just beginning to stir in Tony’s arms when Fury wraps up another forty-five minutes later, just as Peter starts to contemplate grabbing her from his mentor’s arms and making a run for it. She turns her head towards her and makes grabby hands as Fury picks up his papers, says “Dismissed.” and then walks right out of the room. He lets her crawl out of Tony’s arms and into his.

“Lunch time?” He asks quietly, smiling when she nods sleepily. “What are we fancying?”

“Mac’roni?” She asks quietly after thinking for a few moments. She giggles when Peter fakes a groan.

“Again? Are you sure?” She just keeps giggling as he stands up. He gets to the door before he hesitates and turns back towards his team. “You can join us if you…if you want to. I mean, you don’t have to, but I know you want to meet her properly and-”

“Breathe, kid,” Tony laughs as the other just smile at him. Peter sighs in relief when Clint grins at him.

“This macaroni any good?” Leia giggles again.

“Daddy makes the best mac’roni, mister,” She smiles sweetly, squirming until Peter puts her down.

“The best, huh?”

“In the whole world!” Leia promises, bouncing slightly on her feet.

“The whole world?” Natasha asks, mock dis-belief lacing her voice. “That’s a lot of macaroni you must have eaten,” Leia just smiles and nods before looking back up at her father. He grins down at her.

“C’mon then, munchkin. Let’s go and make some macaroni,” He holds the door open for Leia to leave the room, following close behind her. Before the door shuts, they can hear Leia convincing Peter to let her have ice cream after her pasta.

“You guys coming?” Tony asks, standing up and turning back towards them as he holds the door open.

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By the time they make it up to the kitchen in the Penthouse, Peter is cooking, one pan filled with water just beginning to boil, a wooden spoon balancing on the lid of another. Leia is sitting on top of the glass kitchen table, legs crossed, drinking a capri sun.

“You’re not supposed to be up there, trouble,” Tony teases with a fake stern look. He lasts about thirty seconds, breaking when Leia just giggles at him.

“So now you have two kids you can’t stay mad at, huh, Stark?” Tony scowls as Bucky walks past him and lifts himself up onto the counter.

“That is not true.” He argues, glaring at the super soldier. The other man just raises a single eyebrow.

“It is so true!” Clint insists, pinching Leia’s cheek softly, grinning up at Natasha when the young girl giggles. Natasha smiles back before turning back to where she was looking at the fridge. She trails her fingers gently over the picture pinned next to the Iron Man colouring.

“No.” Tony’s scowl deepens. “Nope. Not true. I’ve never even met these brats. Kids. Yuck. I hate children. Sure am glad I don’t know any.” Tony’s façade begins to crack when Peter snorts, breaking completely when Leia bursts into a fit of giggles. He pokes her cheek gently, always gently. “You’ve blown my cover now. Now everyone is going to know that I have feelings!”

“Oh no!” Peter gasps in mock despair as he pours a whole box of macaroni into the pot of water. “Imagine. People no longer confusing you with a robot. The horror.” Tony scowls again.

“It’s official. Leia, you’re now my favourite kid. You’ve got the top spot. Congratulations! Parker, you’ve been bumped down. Shame.”

“As if she wasn’t your favourite anyway. I was replaced as soon as you set eyes on her. I can’t even be mad about it.” Peter sighs softly as he opens the fridge, holding two bags up for Leia to look at. “What sort of cheese do you want, Leia? Red or white?” She takes them both in her hands and looks between them for a moment, considering.

“Yes.” Leia eventually nods at her father. He rolls his eyes, soft smile painting his lips.

“Pick one, please, princess,” Leia frowns before Tony winks at her.

“The red, right, Leia?” He hands the bag of red shredded cheese to Peter. As soon as he turns away, he puts the other bag, the one half full of white shredded cheese, in the big pocket of Leia’s t-shirt, whispering something in her ear. Peter turns around when Leia giggles, narrowing his eyes.

“What are you doing?” Tony and Leia look up at him, identical smiles on their faces.

“Nothing, Daddy,” Peter scowls at Tony.

“You’re corrupting my daughter, Stark.” Leia giggles when Tony shrugs his shoulders. “Sweetheart, you wanna stir for a bit while I drain the pasta?” She nods enthusiastically, not stopping until Tony has picked her up and carried her over to the pans. Peter smiles as he hands over the wooden spoon before he picks up the other pan. Peter stands at the sink for a few moments, watching the scene, smiling when every few seconds Leia looks over Tony’s shoulder at him and giggles. Tony shushes her every time she does, which just makes her giggle harder. “How you doing, Leia?”

“Done, Daddy,” She says after Tony nods at her. Peter brings the now drained pot of pasta over, pouring the cheese sauce Leia has been stirring into it, before turning it into a baking dish. He smiles as Leia grabs a handful of cheese off the counter and sprinkles it over the top.

“Come and meet some people,” Peter says after he’s put the dish into the oven and set the timer. He narrows his eyes when he notices Leia’s hand in her pocket and Tony smiling innocently. “What are you up to?” She shakes her head but reaches out towards Peter, slapping his cheek the way she sometimes sees Tony do. He rolls his eyes when he hears Tony’s delighted laughter. They turn towards the others and Leia doesn’t even wait for Peter to introduce them, just smiles up at Steve, who is standing closest to them.

“Hello, Mr Cap ‘Merica,” Steve laughs softly as Sam snorts.

“Oh, my God, there’s two of them,” He whispers. He laughs when Peter narrows his eyes playfully.

“Sorry for teaching her manners, Mr Wilson,” Peter rolls his eyes. “If I ever have another child-”

“Mr Falcon!” Leia laughs and points at Sam, who just frowns as the others laugh at him. Peter smiles as he places Leia back on the table, leaving her to talk to the others. He sits and watches for a while before he checks on the macaroni. He decides the pasta needs a few more minutes and puts it back in the oven. He turns back around just in time to see Leia take her hand out of her pocket and hand something to Tony, and the man lift his own hand to his mouth. He clears his throat, pursing his lips when Leia looks up at him and blinks her eyes.

“Open your hands,” Leia frowns a little bit when she spreads her fingers wide. He narrows his eyes at the piece of cheese clinging to her skin. “Empty your pocket.”

“Kid,” Tony swallows and tries to interrupt, but Peter just ignores him.

“Empty. Now, please,” He doesn’t take his eyes off Leia, who just pouts when he doesn’t move. Her pout deepens when Peter cocks an eyebrow, and she pulls the bag of cheese out of and hands it up to him. “Thank you, Princess,” He takes the bag out of her hand and puts it back in the fridge. On his way, he whacks Tony over the head with the bag, snorting when Tony groans dramatically.

“Mad at me, Daddy?” Leia asks quietly when Peter sits down and doesn’t say anything. Peter sighs and takes her hands in his, squeezing gently.

“No, Sweetie. Daddy’s not mad. Well,” He pauses, smirking up at Tony slightly. “Maybe a little bit. But only at Mr Stark,” Leia frowns for a moment before she smiles and nods.

“Okay.” Tony snorts at her response.

“Thanks for the support, kiddo. Really appreciate it,” Peter smiles softly before pulling Leia onto his knees.

“You put more cheese in the sauce, huh?”

“Ruin it?” Leia’s eyes fill with tears as she speaks, not meeting Peter’s eyes. Peter coos and lifts her chin, making her look at him.

“No, baby. Do you want to know why?” Leia nods, letting Peter wipe away the single tear that has fallen. “Mr Stark is the smartest man I know. He’s cleverer than Dr Banner, and Dr Banner knows lots and lots about lots of different things, yeah? Mr Stark knows more than even him. Mr Stark is the cleverest man in the whole world, but here’s the thing, Leia. He’s not clever enough to realise how predicable he is,”

“Wha’s predict’ble?” She asks, eyes looking less red than they did moments ago.

“Means I know what he’s gonna do,”

“Because you’re cleverer than him.” She states as a fact, nodding her head. “I know that.”

“No,” Peter shakes his head. “Mr Stark is just a bit silly, sometimes, sweet. He always does the same thing with macaroni. Likes having two types of cheese in the sauce, just like you, and always tries to put more in. And he doesn’t think I notice when he’s whispering to you to put a handful in when Daddy’s not watching,” Peter laughs when Tony groans.

“Stupid super hearing,” He mumbles just as the alarm goes off. Peter ruffles Leia’s hair as he stands up and gets the macaroni out of the oven. He picks one of Leia’s plates out of the cupboard and, once it’s cooled some, spoons a bit of pasta onto it, and hands it to her.

“Thank you, Daddy,” She smiles when Peter sits down in front of her and takes a forkful of food from her plate.

“What? The rest of us don’t get table service?” Clint asks, huffing out a laugh when Peter rolls his eyes.

“Sure,” He offers, not looking up at him. “Soon as you start wearing Spider-man pyjamas and letting me do your hair, Mr Clint. Helps if you love me, as well,” Peter laughs when Clint clears his throat and pouts at him, fluttering his eyelashes.

“Love you, Peter,”

“Nice try, Barton,” Natasha smiles when Peter rolls his eyes and Leia giggles. The others in the room all get up and get themselves some pasta, Tony sliding a plate in front of Peter, so he stops eating his daughter’s. Leia giggles when she starts stealing pieces from Peter’s plate instead.

“Oh, my god. Where did you learn to cook like this, spider-boy?” Bucky groans. “Thought Leia was exaggerating when she said it was the best in the world,” Peter shrugs, smiling softly.

“Mama taught him!” Leia smiles up at them. Everyone in the room stays quiet for a moment, until Peter replies, a soft, happy look on his face.

“Yeah,” He breathes, pinching Leia’s cheek. “Yeah, she did,” Everyone around the table relaxes, the tension that had grown at the mention of Leia’s mother fading away. They all start up their own conversations, letting Peter and Leia be in their own little world for a while.

Peter is just pushing the pasta left over around his plate when he looks up at Tony and clears his throat.

“Mr Stark?” Tony hums slightly as he looks up, frowning slightly at the look on Peter’s face. “It would have been her birthday on Tuesday,”

“Eighteen, huh?” Tony asks with a sad smile. Peter nods, looking back down.

“Yeah,” He chokes out. “Leia and I are going out for the day, you know. It’s been cleared with school and Aunt May’s taken the day off from the hospital to come with us. We were just gonna go to the zoo, visit her grave, and stuff. We were wondering if…if you’d come with us? Spend the day,” He looks at Tony’s face but avoids his eyes as his voice drops to a whisper. “She would have liked you,” Tony freezes, and Peter tries to ignore the way he can feel the others listening, even as they try to pretend they’re still deep in their own talks.

“You don’t want me there. It’s your day, kid. You should spend it together, as a family,” Tony sighs, trying to let the kid down gently.

“Exactly. As a family.” Peter drops his head back down, stomach dropping when Tony is quiet for what feels like a few seconds and a hundred years.

“You really want me there?” Peter’s head shoots up, nodding, wide, hopeful eyes meeting Tony’s. The older man sighs, smiling slightly. “Okay, kid,”

“Thanks, Dad,” Leia tugs on Peter’s sleeve after he speaks, and the teen turns to face her when she starts asking about ice cream. He doesn’t see the tears that fill Tony’s eyes. No-one else mentions them.

[theonewiththefanfics]

The Fight Of Our Lives (one-shot)

Summary: Thanos might have succeeded, and not only erased half the universe, but hope in general. But humans are stubborn little bitches. And so are the Avengers. No matter if dead or not, the fight of their lives is coming and nothing will stop them from righting the wrong. (AKA this is me trying to cope with Endgame.) 

Pairing: Peter Parker x f!Reader 

but is very much so Avengers x f!Reader; Platonic!Steve x f!Reader; Dad!Tony x f!Reader; Platonic!Loki x f!Reader as well

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: mentions of death, blood, swearing, injuries

Word count: 10074 (THIS IS THE LONGEST FIC I’VE EVER WRITTEN, HOLY SHIT!!! STRAP IN< GUYS)

       When the snap happened, everyone was in a state of shock. Even Thanos himself didn’t necessarily understand he had succeeded, glazed eyes watching the gauntlet and his surroundings. Only when Thor backed away did he realize his goal was accomplished, so he used the Space Stone to disappear in an instant.        Y/N’s head turned to the side, eyes on Steve clutching his abdomen and looking at Thor with inexplicable fear. “Where’d he go? Thor… where’d he go?        “Steve?” Bucky’s voice cut through the buzzing in her head, but maybe she shouldn’t have glanced at the other super soldier. Maybe then he wouldn’t have turned to ash and been swept away by the winds.       People all around her either felt their hearts drop to the soles of their feet or their bodies disintegrated, and when numbness spread through Y/N’s toes, she knew what was going to happen.        “Steve.” His attention was immediately on her.        “Oh, no, not you too,” the Captain was already rushing to her side, but his hands wrapped around a non-existent middle.        “Tell my dad, I’m sorry.”        Steve was left with nothing but an empty feeling in his stomach and an even emptier field. “Oh, God.”        They had lost.

***

       Steve had always been a good leader. He was Captain America, the man with the plan, always ready to jump into action and give out orders while following his own like the good soldier he was, but for the first time since he could remember himself, he didn’t know what to do. The reflection staring back at him as the remnants of his beard were washed away down the drain was unfamiliar.        This was a man completely lost, let alone out of his time. What was worse, he didn’t know where Tony was. If he was alive. The thought gnawed at him, eating at his brain day and night for almost a month now.        He sighed deeply, letting the air enter his lungs, holding it for a second before exhaling. With a clank against the sink, he let the razor fall out of his hands. Taking the towel that was on the counter, he observed his own features in the mirror.    Steve was more than a hundred years old, yet he looked barely thirty, and despite how tired he was, mentally and physically, his counterpart looked ready to fight, if not for the exhausted look in his eyes… the eyes that were shaking.        Steve’s brow furrowed when he saw the smaller mirror to his left start moving as well. A hand went to steady it, but then his razor rattled and fell into the sink, as the whole building started to tremble.        Nat, Rhodey and Pepper were already rushing outside when he joined the three. What he saw in the courtyard made his knees almost buckle from relief. He didn’t care about the strange glowing woman that placed a space ship on the grass, he didn’t care about Rocket moving forward with them. All he cared about was getting to the two people stepping down from the stairs.        When Steve’s arms wrapped around Tony’s shoulders, he could feel just how much skinnier the genius was, how malnourished and dehydrated he must be, but all that was a secondary thought to the one blaring in his mind – Tony was alive and on Earth.        “I couldn’t stop him,” were his first words to Steve, voice laced with pain and guilt.        Steve’s eyes dropped to the ground before flitting back up. He realized what he would have to inform him of, and he wished Thanos’s snap had also taken him. “Neither could I.”        “I-“ Tony started, unable to find the words before gulping and getting them out, solidifying them as truth. “I lost the kid.”        Fuck.        “Tony, we lost.”        We lost so much…        “Is umm,” he struggled for a second, not wanting to ask, terrified of the answer, but he didn’t even have to. Pepper was right there pulling him in her embrace, a choked back ‘oh my God’ escaping her before both hid their faces in the crook of their loved one’s neck.        “It’s okay,” Tony muttered, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of her collarbone. If only for a second, it was okay.        He slowly limped back inside the compound, heavily resting against Pepper and Steve for support.        Everything was pretty much the same way he’d left it in Rohdey’s care as he and Pep had gone to New York on a business trip before the whole Thanos showdown happened. Apart from the giant hologram pulling up each and every face of the people that had been dusted or were unaccounted for. With every word that Nat explained what was happening Tony felt more and more hollow. Until Peter’s face went up in the air. That took the last breath out of Iron man.        “Where is he now?” he asked, rubbing at his goatee referring to Thanos, “where?”        “We don’t know,” came Steve’s solemn response.        “He just,” Rhodey shook his head, “opened a portal and walked through.”        It was a lot to process. The same way he had disappeared from Titan with the Time Stone on the gauntlet was the same way he’d vanished from Earth after completing his insane task. As he looked behind him to where Thor was sulking, it turned out the god had had a chance at taking Thanos out. But revenge came with a cost.        When Steve said Tony had fought the Mad Titan it seemed like the most ridiculous thing ever.        “Who told you that? I didn’t fight him,” Tony pointed at himself. “No, he wiped my face with a planet while the Bleecker Street Magician gave away the Stone. That’s what happened. There was no fight.”        The cruellest thing was that they’d almost had the glove, but in the blink of an eye, it was lost once more. All that effort, and here they were – broken and beaten to a pulp.        But Steve didn’t seem to give up. “Did he give you any clues, any coordinates, anything?”        Even in Tony’s nightmares, it was never this bad. He surveyed the room, the people he used to call family now with gaps in it, his new acquired Blue Meanie friend and the stranger that had saved them from aimlessly floating through space, but then it hit him.        “Where’s Y/N?”        Nobody dared to meet his gaze, but when Pepper squeezed his hand tighter, he didn’t need words to confirm his worst fear.        “Rogers,” he seethed, “where is my daughter?”        Steve’s chest rattled as he exhaled. “Tony, I’m sorry.” Unshed tears glistened in the Captain’s eyes. He was ready for an outburst, for him to stand up and pummel him to the ground, but he didn’t. Instead, Tony just turned his head to the side, looking into Pepper’s eyes where tears had been streaking down her cheeks ever since he’d returned. He clenched his jaw and nodded.        “The one thing I asked of you after you broke the Avengers apart was to look out for her. Look out for my daughter, keep her safe, do not bring her into this mess,” Tony was fuming and with good reason. “It was a simple thing, Rogers,” he sneered, “so no, I got nothing for you, Cap! I got no coordinates, no clues, no plan, no options. Zero. Zip. Nada. No trust,” Steve could feel each word cut through him like a knife, but the last word sliced his heart completely in half, “Liar.”        Then Tony did something no one expected. “Here, take this,” he ripped off his arc reactor and slammed it in Steve’s hand. “You find him,” he pointed at the blond, “and you put that on. You hide.”        He was just about to start apologizing when Tony’s legs suddenly gave out from underneath him, and he collapsed onto the floor.        “I’m fine,” the genius waved everyone off like usual, “I’m…” but he didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence before his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he was enveloped by darkness.        Everyone was already up and acting, Bruce setting up a makeshift hospital room, Steve taking Tony in his arms and rushing him to the bed, Pepper following everyone behind, so there was not even a second more she’d be separated from Tony. Never again.        It took everyone a couple of minutes to regroup but Rhodey finally came to inform them of Tony's status. “Bruce gave him a sedative. He’s gonna be out for the rest of the day.”    The Avengers nodded in relief. It was a small victory to have him back. It was something. So often they were used to loses and casualties, but this time, it was already way too much, and one more would just break whatever was left to break.        Rhodey dragged a hand down his face as the holographic monitor showing who was missing flashed, and Y/N’s face now stared back at him.        “God, fucking damn it,” he muttered, wiping tears away. His best friend’s kid. His goddaughter. His family.        When she had strolled in the compound walking in front of Steve and the rest of ‘Rogue Avengers’, he was ready to clock her in the jaw, knowing she would never back out of a fight. Too much of her father’s genes were in her.        “You know he’s going to kill me,” he groaned as Y/N smirked before pulling him in a tight hug.        “Not if you don’t say anything,” she mumbled in his chest.        All guilt aside, Y/N had been most likely their best chance at winning, excluding Wanda. She was probably the strongest Avenger in the group. Rhodey remembered with fear the time Tony had been kidnapped, and how ballistic the seven-year-old girl had gone seeing the ransom video the terrorists had sent.        She wasn’t supposed to know, but Y/N was a master at sneaking around the house, and as Pepper and Rhodey watched, she had caught a glimpse of her father. Let’s just say the whole of California experienced some strong seismic activity as her powers rippled out of her.        God, and the other one? Peter? He was gone as well. In a way there was a silver lining to it all – both of the teenagers being gone meant neither could do impulsive and rash decisions. After all, the two were in love, and Rhodey was one hundred percent sure they’d go to the ends of Earth and bring down the sky if it meant getting the other one back.        “You guys take care of him,” Carol’s voice brought everyone back to the present. It seemed like Y/N’s face on the screen had shaken them all up. “And I’ll bring Xorrian Elixir when I come back.”        “Where are you going?” she couldn’t be leaving them now. Not at a moment like this.        “To kill Thanos.”        People were up and rushing after the woman in a split second.            Nat was the first one to reach her, a strong grip on Carol’s bicep pulling her back to face them. “You know, we usually work as a team around here, and between you and I, we’re also a little fragile.” That was an understatement, but the fight was not over. Not for them. “We realize this is more your territory, but this is our fight too.”        On the outside, Natasha was acting like a leader, similarly as she always did by either Tony’s or Steve’s side, but on the inside, she was that broken little girl thrown into a single bedroom with a bare mattress and pillow, told she’d become the nation’s greatest weapon at the tender age of six.        Build-A-Bear was the first one to ask the real questions. “Do you even know where he is?”        Carol shrugged. “I know people who might.”        “Don’t bother,” Nebula interrupted. The whole time apart from when Tony was rushed to the hospital room, she’d stood to the side and watched. “I can tell you where Thanos is.”        The hologram was up and running again, only this time displaying the map of the universe provided by the ship log from the Milano.        “Thanos spent a long time trying to perfect me. Then when he worked, he talked about his great plan. Even disassembled, I wanted to please him,” there was such venom in her tone towards her past-self, even Rocket flinched. “I’d ask “where would we go once his plan was complete?” His answer was always the same: to the Garden.”

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       The next thing Y/N knew was jovial cheering, loud laughing and warm golden lights encasing her instead of the burning plains of Wakanda.        “S-Steve?” she muttered turning around, surveying the grand ceiling and golden ornaments of the walls. “Nat?”        A large mass bumped against her back, and Y/N stumbled out of the way to let a burly looking man trudge past. “ ‘M Lady, my apologies,” he slurred, bowing a bit and then continuing on his merry way.        That’s when everything came rushing back – the fight against the Outriders, and how she took down Proxima Midnight with Wanda, the subsequent arrival of Thanos, and the snap.        “He did it,” Y/N whispered to no one but herself. “He actually did it.”        Instantly her head was high and searching the crowd which seemed to be dressed in some sort of medieval clothing, but that didn’t mean anything to her.        “Dad!” she bellowed as much as she could. “Peter!”        Please not them, please not them, please not them, Y/N chanted in her head as she squeezed between the crowd of people. From the corner of her eye, she saw an archway, beautiful green wines wrapped around the intricate marble, and that’s where she ran to – away from the people in what seemed like a garden outside, and into the building.        She was hit by a wave of warmth and even louder chatter than before. Almost never-ending rows of tables lined the inside of the hall and benches full of people she didn’t recognize. Nothing was familiar to her apart from a certain raven-haired man sitting at the very far end of the room, a beautiful woman with hair of gold right next to him.        “You!” Y/N shouted pointing at Loki. “You! I know you! Loki!”        But he didn’t hear it over how loud everyone was being, so in a true Stark fashion, she jumped on one of the tables, drawing all the attention to herself and thundered a ‘Yo, Reindeer Games!’        For a moment there, the god of mischief was stunned and left speechless. He was never speechless, but when the daughter of Tony Stark calls your name, it might have that kind of effect. As it did on the rest of the people.        Instantly he jumped over the table and ran to where Y/N was standing on the counter.        “How are you here?” he was completely breathless. The last time they’d met, he was not the Loki everyone knew now, but he’d never had any particular distaste towards the younger Stark. In fact, he’d kind of admired how the teenager was actually a useful addition during the battle of New York.        “First of all, where is here?” she motioned around the room, finally stepping off the table and out of someone’s plate. “Sorry,” she muttered to the man, but he only shrugged.      “Second of all, what’s going on? And third of all, where is my dad?”        “You’re in Valhalla.”        “Val-what now?”        “Valhalla. It’s where the fallen warriors of Asgard get to rest once their battle is done.”        “But,” she stuttered blinking rapidly as if that would wash away the scene before her eyes, “but I’m not of Asgard. I’m plain human. Midgardian. Earthling. You know, an ant to your… boot.”        Loki was just about to answer, he himself unable to understand how Y/N was in Valhalla when basically the most gorgeous woman she’d ever seen in her life approached the two. The same one that had been sitting to Loki's left.        “We’ve been waiting for your arrival, Lady Stark.”        “What now?” the question was softer than the flap of a butterfly’s wings, but the goddess, who as far as Y/N could recall her basic Norse mythology knowledge, was Frigga, had already turned to face her son.       “My love,” she smiled placing her hand on his cheek, and Loki practically melted in his mother’s touch. “You did a brave thing. You’ve always been brave and good, despite what has happened. But it’s time to be brave and good one more time.”        “Thanos won,” Y/N exasperated eyes flipping between the goddess and her son. “There is no fight. He snapped his fingers and did what he said he would.”        “Sweet child, I was raised by witches,” Frigga smiled softly at the girl. Usually, she’d sneer towards anyone that regarded her in such a way, but there was nothing condescending in her tone. “I see more than what meets the eye. It has been five years, and a battle is brewing. Your family will need each and everyone ready to help.”        “Five what now?” Y/N breathed out. “But I’ve been here barely a few minutes.”        “Time moves differently here,” Frigga placed a soothing palm on her cheek. “A decade on Earth is simply an intake of breath here. But there is no more time to lose.”        Loki’s green eyes widened as his eyebrows furrowed. “Mother, am I thinking right that you’re implying we should join the fight?”        “You were always the quick one when things needed to be figured out.”        “But… no one has ever returned from Valhalla. No one has ever come back from the… dead.”        “That’s because up until now, she,” Frigga gave Y/N a pointed look, “was on Earth.”        “Me? What the fuck does this have to do with me?” Sure, had the circumstances been different she’d be horrified by the language she’d used in front of an Asgardian royal, let alone a goddess, but frankly, Y/N was just about done with mystical mumbo jumbo and just wanted to get back home where she could watch cheesy B-rate horror movies with her dad while cuddling up next to Peter.        “No one can enter the halls of Valhalla apart from Asgardians.”        Y/N was pointing at Loki in no time. “He’s not one.”        “He was raised as one.”        “Well but I wasn’t. Human as a human can be,” Y/N placed her hands on her hips.        “But you have Asgardian blood in you.”        That made Y/N pause. There really was no other explanation as to how she could be in Valhalla. Sure, there was that time when aliens had kidnapped her from her own backyard after the whole Ultron thing went down, and she was rolling with the Guardians for a brief second before demanding to be put back on Earth cause that’s where her home was, but even her space travels were a sounder explanation as to everything going on rather than her being part of the race from Norse mythology.        “You never mentioned it,” Loki glanced at Y/N whose eye roll was the best she’d ever given to anyone.        “Because not knowing who my biological mother is, was the first thing, I wanted to talk about with the dude trying to invade Earth. Besides, Thor was of Asgard, and you continuously stabbed him. I kinda think it was in my favour not to, despite not even knowing it.”        Loki’s lips were pressed together in a thin line, but Y/N could see how he was trying to hold off a smile. “Well, maybe you’re half-Asgardian, but without a doubt, you’re a Stark.”        “You say I’m the key to getting us out of here,” Y/N was starting to get impatient. “How?”        “Your powers are deeply connected to your emotions as they are to the universe and every element swirling around us.”        Tentatively Y/N nodded, and Frigga whispered for her to close her eyes.     “Concentrate on your heart, your soul. Each stone represents a part of the universe. Let your powers go, let them roam the realms until they grasp at the source that calls for them.”        It sounded absolutely bonkers as the goddess coached Y/N on what to do, but she imagined her abilities like silvery tentacles that had a string wrapped around her heart, but the others were left free to slither their way through the galaxies and dimensions until the pull suddenly stopped, and she had a clear anchor to something.        “My Queen,” a woman with long onyx hair approached the trio. She was wearing a light grey uniform and a blue cape adorned her back, a glimmering silver sword hung by her side. “We heard what has happened, and who has come to pillage the universe. The Valkyries, if you’d allow it, would be more than honoured to fight beside our Prince and everyone else defending the world.”        Frigga just inclined her head, quickly glancing at Odin who up until that point had been sitting in his chair.        “You need to figure this out quicker,” Y/N groaned, stumbling a bit, but Loki was there to catch her. “I’m not gonna be able to keep at it for much longer.”        And then it was like a second breath had been given her. She felt her blood thrum with power as Odin, the Allfather, used every bit of Dark Magic he could summon and directed it towards Y/N.        Inch by inch Y/N grabbed onto the thread and pulled herself towards where the stones were calling. It took all of her concentration and attention to do so, but with every passing moment, she could feel them closer.        With a final tug at the tether, she extended her arms to her sides and opened up a portal, eyes glowing pure white, and teeth bared to the world. Like a lioness ready to attack, Y/N stepped out onto a battlefield.        But they weren’t alone. All around them she saw glowing orange circles where tens of thousands of warriors emerged. And it wasn’t just humans. She saw Skrulls, who she’d met while with the Guardians, the Asgardians that had been brought to Earth by Thor, and so many other creatures with different shapes and forms ready to fight Thanos. He hadn’t just angered Earth. He’d angered the whole fucking universe.        “Avengers!” Steve roared a hand extended forward, and Mjolnir flew right into his open palm.        I fucking knew it, Y/N smirked.        “Assemble.”        It took everything in her to keep that portal open. Not only that, as a scream tore her throat apart much like she was doing with time and space, Y/N put her whole being in it and expanded the gateway, the Valkyries rushing out in a majestic formation.        Thor’s scream of joy was something like an adrenaline rush, giving her more motivation.        “Just so you know,” Loki said unsheathing his dagger and letting his seidr envelop his left arm, “this boot," he motioned towards himself, "has no quarrel with this ant," he pointed at her.        “Good,” Y/N gritted, closing off the portal once she knew everyone was out. For a split second when she turned to look behind her, she saw Frigga’s smiling face. Whatever happened, she’d be there to welcome her warriors home. “But this ant,” Y/N motioned at herself with her thumb, “has a major quarrel… with that ugly ass boot.”        “Seems like a whole universe of ants does.”        That was enough of a signal for her to join the battle. Lifting herself off the ground, she rushed up to meet a Leviathan before taking it down like it was nothing. Bits of Odin’s magic were still there, and she was not about to waste them.        But no matter how many troops she took down, more seemed to take their place. It was like Thanos had a never-ending supply of them.        “Cap, what do you want me to do with this damn thing?” Y/N heard Clint as he sprinted by her, and she lifted up a horde of oncoming aliens freeing his path.        “Get those stones as far away as possible!” Steve’s voice was loud and clear in the comms, giving everyone the non-verbal order – protect whoever is carrying the gauntlet, and don’t let Thanos get to them.    “No!” Bruce, who Y/N only just now noticed was a morph of the Hulk and Bruce, countered back. “We need to get them back where they came from.”        “No way to get them back,” Clint grunted as he evaded a few aliens and resumed his mad dash. “Thanos destroyed the quantum tunnel.”        “Hold on!” a voice Y/N hadn’t heard in a while invaded the system, and she had to grin. She’d always liked Giant Man. “That wasn’t our only time machine.”        An obnoxiously loud car horn beeped across the battlefield, making everyone’s heads whip to the side as Steve rushed up a hillside.        “Anyone see an ugly brown van up there?”        “Yes,” exclaimed Brunhilde from high up above leading the storm of Valkyries against the Leviathans, “but you’re not gonna like where it’s parked.”        “Cap!” Y/N got his attention, taking everyone’s, who hadn’t seen her arrival, breath away. Including Steve’s. “Get that thing started, we’ll hold them back,” she motioned with her chin towards Loki, whose seidr glowed a brighter jade just at her words.        “Scott, how long do you need to get that thing working?”        “Maybe ten minutes,” came his rushed reply, as he heaved a few breaths in a moment of pause.        “Get it started. We’ll get the stones to you.”        When Frigga had said a battle was brewing, Y/N did not expect it to take the violent form of hot potato, but as Clint, and then T’Challa approached the van, her powers slowly depleted.        A moment of carelessness, and she was thrown away by the huge paw of a beast. It was just about to stamp on her when the bright beam of a repulsor created a hole in its chest. Y/N barely got time to roll out of the way of the corpse, before it thudded like a sack of bricks.        “Dad?” the word cracked in the middle, but Tony couldn’t move, as his daughter, the one he lost half a decade ago, was finally in front of him. After years of hopelessness, that was only regained a bit when Morgan was born, his family was finally whole again.        “Baby girl?”        That’s when Y/N threw all caution to the wind. She didn’t care about the battle, the screams and roars; all that mattered were her father’s arms tightly woven around her body, keeping her close to his chest – safe and sound in his embrace.        “I’m so sorry, dad,” she wailed in his arms. “I’m so sorry I put you through that.”        But Tony just shook his head, pulling back and pressing their foreheads together. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. You’re here... right here, and that’s what’s important.”        Both of them nodded in unison, either at Tony’s words or just to reassure them the other was real. It was a tiny moment of peace before the sound of someone loudly yelling ‘Oh My God!’ brought them back to the fight.        “Where’s the gauntlet?”        “Last I heard Peter had it.”        “Peter?” his name was a breathless whisper of hope. He was there. They both were.        Tony nodded, gripping her bicep a bit tighter before letting go. “Keep him safe.”        And with that both Starks separated destroying Thanos’s army bit by bit while desperately trying to find where the stones were.        She was in the middle of battling against Ebony Maw, her powers ripping his heart apart from the inside out when the scarlet swirls of Wanda’s magic got her attention.        “Rain fire!” Thanos grunted, and instantly Y/N whipped her head around where Wanda was pulling the Titan apart atom by atom.        There was some sort of an answer that came from a troop she couldn’t hear, but when Thanos exclaimed ‘Just do it!’ she knew shit was about to get even more real than it already was.        From high up above, Thanos’s ships aimed their blasters towards the ground and unleashed hell upon Earth. Wanda was thrown back, and that made her release the hold she had on the madman. Without a second to spare, the wizards created shields with their powers but people who were not under their protection were still getting obliterated until Y/N extended both palms upward and imagined a layer that separated her from the beams.        Taking a deep breath, she felt sweat trickle down her forehead, and then she lifted the layer. Slowly but surely, she lifted it higher and higher, a shout of strain enveloping her in the process as she reversed the blasts and made them fly back to the ship. But that didn’t stop the oncoming array of attacks.        Y/N didn’t have unlimited power. Opening the portal from Valhalla had taken out most of it, and holding off another assault didn’t seem that likely. As she stared at the guns above, the girl readied herself to take the onslaught when they suddenly turned to the sky and started firing there.        No one could see anything through the plumes of smoke and ash apart from a quickly approaching ball of light, that in a matter of seconds shot through Thanos’s ship, rendering it useless, and making it crash in the nearby lake.        “Y-Y/N?”        Her heart had never stuttered so much as it did when Y/N heard that voice. She was frozen in place, unable to move or even blink. Her hands trembled in fear. Maybe this wasn’t real, maybe he wasn’t there in front of her, and all of that was something her mind was making up because Peter wasn’t actually back, but when she turned around she saw him holding onto the gauntlet as if it was his last lifeline hiding in the dirt behind a broken cement block.        “You’re bleeding,” was her first remark as she looked him over head to toe. His lip was split, and there was a gash on his forehead, but other than that and probably some major bruising underneath the suit, he looked fine. Well, at least he was in one piece.        A sob like chuckle escaped the brown-eyed boy, and she didn’t even get a second to brace herself before his arms were wrapped around her, and pulling her in his body.        “We should’ve stayed on the bus,” he cried, but a smile played on his face.        “Tell me about it,” her chest quivered as did her lips before she smoothed back his hair. “Dad’s so pissed about it.”        “More pissed than when he walked in on us making out the first time?”        “Yeah,” Y/N let out a genuine laugh, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. “I think so.”        “Yes,” Tony’s voice invaded their moment as it cut through the comms. “I most definitely am, but we need to get the stones to the van before nut sack over there gets to them, so you might want to leave it for later.”        “You got something for me?” Carol motioned with her eyebrow at Peter, eyes flipping to the gauntlet. Safely, Y/N took it out from his grasp and handed it to the woman.        “I don’t know how you’re gonna get through all that,” his eyes roamed the oncoming army, a hand instinctively going to wrap around Y/N’s waist. He’d let go of her once before, he was not going to make that same mistake ever again.        “Don’t worry,” Wanda floated from above and settled herself behind Carol, eyes blazing red.        “She’s got help,” and the sight behind and in front of the two teenagers was the most marvellous one they’d ever seen and would ever see. Each and every heroine stood against Thanos’s army while the Valkyries made up the back, their winged mares neighing, swords high up in the air as a battle cry ripped through their throats.        “I uh got this chemistry test coming up. By any chance, anyone of you could help me with that?”        “Seriously?” Y/N snorted looking at her boyfriend. “We were dead just a few minutes ago and are fighting the biggest army in the universe. And you’re thinking about chemistry?”        “I just… I’d rather focus on anything but what’s in front of us.”        “We can think about chem and calculus and English after all this is done, I promise,” and for the first time in what seemed like forever, she was able to kiss Peter again. If it hadn’t been for the impending oncoming of the enemy, she’d sag into his hold and never let him go.        “But first – we beat the shit out of them. And that one’s mine,” Y/N sneered looking directly into the eyes of Proxima Midnight. She had been the one that had almost killed Nat and Wanda in front of her eyes. It was payback. If only for the fact that Nat was not there. She didn’t need verbal confirmation to know that her redheaded assassin wouldn’t show up. Everything had a price, and so did the fight for survival, but they’d be damned if they didn’t make her proud.        It was a terrifyingly glorious sight to see as the women stood between Thanos and the gauntlet; it was clutched safely in Carol’s arms as she flew through the enemy using her photon blasts to disintegrate them. Though not everything could go as smoothly as it had been.        Right as Scott powered up the time machine in the back of the van, Carol aiming straight for the dead centre of it, in one last attempt, Thanos threw his double-edged sword, and everyone was knocked back with the explosion, Carol’s grip loosening and letting go of the stones.        That’s when complete panic ensued. They couldn’t go through this again. He’d made it clear - this time it would be personal, and not half the universe but the whole fucking thing would be wiped out.        One by one the closest people to the gauntlet rushed to grab it, but even through that, Thanos was able to put it on. He would’ve snapped his fingers if not for Carol grabbing onto his palm and bending his fingers backwards with her bare hands, pure rage lighting up her eyes. Y/N scrambled towards them ready to knock Thanos down when she saw him remove the Power stone, blast Carol away from it. Then her father charged at the Titan.        A desperate grab at his hand, Tony’s horrified face, a punch to his side and shake, and Thanos was free as Y/N’s dad laid on the ground, struggling to get up. At that moment she didn’t even care for the stones, as she witnessed her father in pain. But then she caught the glimpse of a green glimmer.        “I am…” Thanos smirked putting his middle finger against his thumb, “inevitable.”        But when he clinked nothing happened. Just as Y/N expected.        “And I…” she ran towards her dad, “am,” one more step, one more step, “Iron Man.”    Dad’s so gonna kill me was the last thing Y/N thought before he snapped his fingers, and she grabbed onto his shoulder letting the power of the Infinity Stones course through her body alleviating the strain on Tony.        She’d never felt this kind of pain and euphoria at the same time. Y/N was invincible, unstoppable, a goddess in her own right but at the same time, her heart was just about to give out when she saw the enemy horde, one by one and then at a more rapid pace succumb to the same fate she had five years ago.        With a gasp she found herself approaching the edge of not coming back when someone called her and Tony’s names.        “Friday,” Pepper’s voice sounded like a dimming filter had been placed over it with a tinge of a beeping noise added to it. “Release the right arm.”        On command, Tony’s suit detached from the whole, and the part with the stones dropped to the ground, making Y/N’s hold let go as well.        The two Stark’s crumpled to the ground, panting and trying to get as much oxygen in their lungs as possible, as they crawled a bit to the side where they could lean against the remains of the compound.        “You are so grounded, you hear me?” Tony rasped bringing his daughter close to him, and holding Y/N’s head tightly against his chest. “Forever. You’re never leaving the house or ever thinking about it.”        “So that means we can watch movies all day every day for the rest of our lives?”        “If that means you staying safe, I’ll chain us to the movie room.”        And in the midst of all that rubble and sweat and blood, Y/N and Tony finally pulled in breaths of relief.        “How did you know it would work?”        “I uh, remember that time when aliens sorta kinda kidnapped me?”        “How can I forget the worst moments of my life… up until that point.”        “Well, I and the Guardians did that. It worked then, so I assumed it would work again.”        A beat passed with Tony’s face completely expressionless before engulfing Y/N in an even tighter hug. “I’ll kill Peter, I swear I’ll kill that braindead-knockoff-Kevin Bacon.”        “Not before I kill you both,” Pepper’s arms were instantly around her family as if she was shielding them from the rest of the world. “God, I hate being a Stark.”        They released a collective chuckle and tightened their hold on one another. “Also, that time when those aliens kidnapped me?”        “Yeah?” Tony sniffled.        “Turns out that's not really true. I uh can teleport."    "You what?"    Y/N rolled her eyes. "My powers come from somewhere, and it turns out you hooked up with an Asgardian. I now remember that night we had a huge fight, and I wished I’d be with mom instead of you... I guess they decided to show up then cause the next thing I knew, I was shooting through this weird rainbow beam, and ended up crashing on a weird spaceship. Thought I'd been abducted when instead, I had just run away from home.”        Surprisingly enough, both Pepper and her dad laughed. “Really Tony?” the redhead asked him. “So human women weren’t’ enough, had to go for the extraterrestrial ones as well?”        “What can I say,” he let her wipe away a tear that slid down his face before resting his head against Y/N’s. “I have impeccable taste. Just look at who I married.”        “Y-You got married?” she was stunned beyond belief. That’s when it truly kicked in that it had been five years. Five years they’d lived without her, and had created a life she didn’t know anymore where she fit in.        “Yeah,” Tony nodded, squeezing Y/N’s hand in reassurance. “You uh you also have a little sister.”        Wave after wave after wave of emotions rampaged her body and mind. First, it was hurt they’d do that, that they’d try and move and replace her, then it was confusion as to what was her part in this whole equation now, and then it was relief and joy. She still had her family, and no matter what had happened, Y/N was happy they’d tried to make some sort of a life even after Thanos. It had been the exact thing they’d fought for.        “Guess I can officially call you mom then, huh?” she looked at Pepper through a teary gaze. The feeling when she wrapped her arms around her was nothing short of coming home.        “You’ve always been my daughter,” she whispered in Y/N’s hair. “Always.”        “I love you 3000,” Y/N whispered back.        That set her off into an absolute fit of giggles, as she shook her head, and brought her in for another embrace. “This time, you’re in the low six to nine hundreds, Tony.”        “What?” Y/N asked, looking at her dad, confusion written all over her features.        He just shook his head. “I’ll explain later.”

***

       It took them all a couple of days to regroup and rearrange, but once that was done, once the tearful reunions and greetings were over, it was time for true celebration. Though, if someone had told Y/N that the same Loki that had stabbed his brother right in front of her eyes on the balcony of Stark Tower was the same one that practically sprinted towards Thor to embrace him, she’d tell them to fuck off.        Now they were all dressed in whatever best attire they could find, with smiles on their lips as they watched Pepper and Tony renew their wows. Y/N who had met Morgan less than forty-eight hours previously, stood tall and proud to their right as Rhodey helped her father stand up from his wheelchair and give Pepper a kiss.        “Come on,” Y/N whispered to Morgan, who was still unsure about the older sibling she’d met. Of course, not a day had gone by where either her dad or mom talked about her sister, but it was another thing to meet the girl. “I think Happy and Rhodes said they’re making burgers.”        Together they walked behind their parents, and no one could wipe off the smiles off their faces. Even Hank Pym was there, and it was a known fact that he and the Starks had never gotten along.        “Pete?” Y/N turned to her boyfriend, who instantly joined her other side, “will you take Morgan inside? I just need to quickly talk to Steve.”        “Yeah, yeah, sure,” he nodded, and couldn’t help the blush that spread across his cheeks as she pecked his lips.        As fast as she could she ran towards where they’d made a miniature of the time travel machine with the intention of Steve bringing the stones back to their correct place in time.       “I’m coming with you,” Y/N announced pulling on the bracelet on her palm that she'd hidden in the pocket of her pants, and stepping onto the platform. “And you won’t stop me.”        “Y/N, I don’t think your dad would agree to this,” Bruce remarked, his hand, much like her father’s in a sling, though where Bruce only had that and burns that would forever scar his right side, the prognosis for Tony to ever walk again on his own were slim. But that had never stopped a Stark.        “Of course, not,” she snorted tapping the device twice and letting the time travel suit encase her body. “Why do you think I ran? So he wouldn’t know about i-“ but it was just her luck as the man of the hour himself appeared out from behind the woods.        “Hey, hey, whoa, where do you think you’re going, young lady?” Tony exclaimed his wheelchair rolling towards the launchpad faster than Y/N thought was possible especially on the forest floor. “You are grounded!”       “Oh, come on, dad!”        “No,” he was surprisingly stern about this. “You zip it right now. I don’t wanna hear about it. Step off that thing right now, and get that piece of crap off of you,” he motioned towards the time travel suit and the bracelet.        “Please, dad, just… just trust me on this one. I’ll be back in a second. I just… I just wanna say goodbye to Nat. She’s the reason all of us are back here...”        With a sigh of defeat, because even a Stark couldn’t talk a Stark out of anything, Tony retreated. Y/N quickly skipped down the platform to give her father’s cheek a kiss, before joining Steve.        “Protect her. Whatever comes her way,” Tony said looking straight into Steve’s soul. This time he wouldn’t let his friend down.        “With everything I have.”        “Ok, you, dramatic gramps, let’s cut the cheesiness. Bruce?” Y/N grinned at the scientist.        “Ready to jump in three…” he started the countdown, “two…”    “See you in a minute,” Y/N winked and was gone.

***

       Putting the stones back was a whirlwind, and it made Y/N feel like a badass spy that had to infiltrate a base and then disappear unnoticed. She never really joined in on stealth missions, as that was not her forte, but fuck was it fun. Especially when Steve told her how he had to fight his old self on the first time around.        “I never knew how ridiculous that line was,” he chuckled, as they stepped onto Rocket’s ship, that he’d leant to them to get to Asgard, Morag and Vormir.        “I find it quite endearing. At least nowadays,” she nudged his shoulder and settled in one of the free seats as the Milano turned upwards to the sky and thrust them into space.        “Y/N, I’m sorry,” Steve murmured looking at her where she was strapped in place. “For everything. I thought I was doing what was right by not signing the Accords, and instead, I ripped our team apart. And with the whole Thanos thing… I’m sorry I couldn’t save you…”        That was loaded confession Steve had just put-upon Y/N, and as she was processing it, the overwhelming need to relieve him of the guilt eating away at her brain, a bright green light beeped on the panel, and they were pushed into the atmosphere of Vormir.        Cautiously the two exited and started to track their way to the sole mountain on the whole plane.        “You know, we’ve never been a team,” Y/N said looking up to where the two pillars reached into the sky. “Teammates fight together, follow orders, train together… that has never been us. We bicker, play pranks to the point of it walking the edge of mean, we spend our Friday nights curled up next to one another and throwing popcorn around. That’s not a team. That’s a family.”        “Evenings without you were a bore,” Steve said wrapping an arm around Y/N’s shoulders and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.        She wistfully sighed, skipping ahead before turning around and walking backwards. “I can only imagine. I mean with just birdbrain as the funny one and entertainment – I’m surprised you didn’t grey from the boredom.”        “Who knows, maybe I’ve just been dying my hair the whole time.”        “Oh, I’d like to see that process. You and Bucky sharing hair secrets is something I’d pay for.”        Steve snorted right as they approached what seemed to be carved out steps that lead to the top of the peak. “It’s actually Wakandan shea butter.”        “Seriously?” Y/N’s eyebrows were so far up her forehead, they merged with the creases there.        “Leaves everything smooth and silky.”        “When we get back,” she pointed at the Captain, “you’re gonna hook me up with your supplier.        “Gladly…” a small pause settled before he spoke up again. “So, why did you wanna tag along? Really?” Steve’s voice was raised so he could talk over the howling winds.       “Something uh someone said to me, made me think a bit. I dunno what’s gonna happen, but I wanna know if my hunch is right.”        But Steve didn’t get her to elaborate on what the fuck that meant when a floating cloak appeared before them. Y/N’s eyes were instantly white, and Steve had unsheathed the shield they’d gotten while back in the 70s.        “Steve, son of Sarah, Y/N daughter of Anthony,” an accented voice spoke to them. Y/N glanced at her companion from the side of her eye, only to see his mouth open in complete disbelief. “It has been a long time, Captain.”        “Son of a bitch, you’re still alive.”        “Indeed. As you know, I too once sought to acquire the stones, but alas, it was not what fate had intended.”        The way Steve was clenching his jaw made Y/N fear for his teeth. “And what was fate’s intention?”        “I am here, to be a guide to you, and all who seek the Soul stone.”        “Then lead the way,” Y/N murmured.        And without any struggle, Red Skull did as told.        “In order to take the stone, you must lose that which you love,” the figure announced as Y/N made her way to where the cliff ended. “An everlasting exchange. A soul, for a soul… but you are not here to retrieve the stone, are you?”        “Nope, not one bit,” she said retreating and letting Steve open the case, Y/N’s gloved hands wrapping around the tiny glowing piece. With every step she took, she started to rethink her decision, but she’d come all this way just for this, she was putting her dad through more stress than necessary just for this.        Y/N was right on the edge, making Steve more nervous than ever. They’d come so far, with such high costs, he couldn’t lose her too. He wouldn’t recover, and he knew neither would Tony or the rest.        She turned around her, hair whipping at her face as she looked at Red Skull. “You said soul for a soul, right?”       “That is exact, my child.”       The winds were harsh at the top of the mountain, and the snow was not fluttery or light as it usually was during wintertime in New York. These were harsh icicles pelleting her skin.        “Y/N?” Steve cautiously asked, slowly approaching the woman, but she didn’t hear or see him. For a moment, her grip on the stone was so tight her knuckles turned translucent, and then she let go.        The stone glimmered like amber as it dropped down, down, down. When it touched the ground, the two beams that created the archway started glowing before bright light shot up into the sky, and Y/N had to shield her eyes from its intensity.        In that blink of an eye, she was transported away from the mountain and somewhere down below where they’d started their ascend. Her hands trembled as she opened them to see that the stone was no longer there.        And she was completely alone, as a matter of fact.        “No,” she looked at the expanse of water, as the light of the whole planet had dimmed leaving her alone and drenched in darkness. “No, no, no, no, no!” Y/N smashed her hands against the surface of it, anger coursing through her veins before a soft hand appeared on her shoulder.        “Baby Stark, you miss me?”       There, with that crooked smile of hers stood Natasha. Her hair was back to the red tone, blonde only covering the tips of the long tresses, but there she was – wearing that same ugly red and white suit as her and Steve.        “No,” Y/N sniffled scrambling up from the water and into her open arms. “Not one bit, you, self-sacrificial idiot.”       “That’s more of a Stark thing, isn’t it?” her whimpers could be heard all across the quiet planet, but that didn’t matter, given how both of the girls were crying.        “Yes, well, it shows you’ve spent time with my dad and Steve.”        The happiness pressing on the two was borderline suffocating. It was only when Natasha pulled back, bringing Y/N’s face between her palms.        “I’m so sor-“ but the girl was quick to shake her head.        “None of that matters,” she gripped the redhead’s forearms. “None of it. We won, and we’re back and we’re going home.”        The smile on the assassin’s face was the most dazzling thing Y/N had ever seen, and her breath would’ve been taken away if not for the screams of her Captain.        “Y/N!” Steve hollered as he dashed towards where he’d seen her laying in the pond, after having been knocked out by whatever the mountain did, but his panic evaporated when he saw who she was embracing.        “Nat?”        He couldn’t believe his eyes. She was there and just as tangible as his own skin and bones.        “Hey there, you, old fossil.”        He was still a few yards away, but he crossed that distance in no time, and before she could pull in a breath, Nat was up in his arms, both of their bodies shaking with tears of joy and laughter.        “You ever pull a stunt like this again, Romanoff, I swear I’ll make Fury put you on desk duty.”        “After all this, that sounds like a dream.”        “Be careful what you wish for,” Y/N piped up from the sides, grinning as she recalibrated her bracelet and moved towards the ship. “You might just get that.”        “Home?” her eyebrow raised in a sleek arch, as the other two Avengers ran up next to her and synched up.        “Home,” Nat whispered before being dragged down to the quantum realm.        The blink of an eye and the three of them stood back on the platform in the middle of the little forested area. Their suits retreated, and the trio’s beaming grins could’ve overpowered the brightly shining sun up above.        “Tasha?”        Nat’s head whipped to the side, seeing a completely stunned Clint, but she didn’t give her best friend a chance to regroup as she leapt off the podium and had her legs and arms wrapped around his middle and neck.        “Ten bucks on Clint trying to kill Nat for what she did,” Y/N muttered, leaning to the side as Steve, and she removed the bracelets, giving them back to a very much so confused Bruce, but not that confused Tony and Loki who had joined their little gang.        “That’s why you went back? To get Nat?” her dad asked, and Y/N shrugged. “How did you know it would work?”        “I uh I didn’t. But it was something his mom said,” she replied motioning at Loki. “She said about my powers and them being connected to the stones as the stones being connected to the universe. And that my powers are connected to my soul.”        Tony smirked, grabbing a hold of her hand and squeezing it. “You really are my daughter, aren’t you?”        A soft fluttery feeling erupted in her stomach. “Also, the words ‘soul for a soul’ was a pretty big give away, but that I found out only when I got there.”        As Pepper rushed out of the house, ready to kill her daughter for going back in time and her husband for allowing it, Bucky had slowly moved to stand next to his best friend.        “What happened to that ‘Happily Ever After’ you always dreamed about?”    He expected Steve to be upset about being back, blame Y/N for somehow coercing him to return, given how the two super soldiers had had a talk about him living out his life with Peggy. But instead, the blond was gnawing on his lip trying to keep a smile at bay.        “I think I just might have that right here,” he finally breathed out. “I uh I had my dance, but… I knew she’d be happy with or without me.”        “You sayin’ we wouldn’t be able to live without your old ass?” Sam smirked as he approached the pair, and it made Bucky snort.        “Obviously. But uh…” and that’s when he finally averted his attention to the thing strapped on his back. “I actually came to give you this.”        It was one thing to fight aliens, it was another to accept what Steve was offering.        “I can’t do that,” Sam shook his head looking at Bucky for support, but the man just stepped back and raised his hands in a ‘don’t involve me into this’ motion.        “Yeah, but I think you can,” Steve smiled at Sam. “Come on. Try it.”        Tentatively, as if it was made of glass, not vibranium, Sam, strapped his arm through the leathers and put the shield in front of him.        “How does it feel?” Steve asked, eyes surveying his friend from the side.        “Like someone else’s.”        “But it isn’t,” Steve shrugged, patting Sam’s back before the soldier pulled him in a hug.        “I’ll do my best.”        “And that’s why it’s yours.”        As they pulled back neither was ashamed of the tears that rolled down their cheeks. “And what will you do?” Sam sniffled holding onto the shield. “Join Bingo club?”        Steve rolled his eyes and shook his head, pushing at Sam’s arm and making him stumble. “Actually, something I should’ve done a while back.”        Both of his friend’s faces were the epitome of confusion as Steve marched away from them with sure steps, but that all changed when he called Nat’s name making her spin away from Clint and Wanda, and directly into his arms. A split second, and Steve’s lips were on her.        The cheering and whooping were just as intense as when Tony and Pepper renewed their vows by the lake. The only thing that made the two pull back was the desperate need for air, but even as they did so, their foreheads remained together.    "Where did that come from, Cap?"    "I've wasted too much time on dreams and 'what ifs'. It's time I act on them."    The pair grinned from ear to ear before a giant shadow loomed over them, and that truly made the pair pull away.        “I hope you’re okay with this,” Steve mumbled looking up at Bruce. No matter what and no matter for how long, he and Nat had had a thing, and the ex-Captain could never live with himself knowing Bruce was unhappy, but by the gentle smile on the professor’s face, he knew there was no animosity towards what was happening.        “Steve, I tried to bring Nat back because we’re family, not because of a kiss we shared. Besides,” he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, “I met someone along the way.”        Nat’s scarlet eyebrows shot to the middle of her forehead. There went the best spy in the world award. “Why didn’t you tell us?”        “Because we didn’t wanna label anything, especially with how the world was, but uh… I think we might give this a serious shot.”        “Who’s the lucky girl?” Nat’s signature smirk adorned her lips, and in all her life she would’ve never bet on the fact that the Hulk would ever blush.        “It’s uh it’s actually Betty… Ross.”        “Thunderbolt’s daughter?” the day had been full of surprises but even that beat everything in Clint’s book.        “Well we had kinda something going on before Hulk was even around, and we just reconnected after the snap… so trust me, I have nothing against you two going at it.”

***

       She could hear the laughter of everyone as Bruce told Steve and Nat to not create some sort of weird super soldier spy babies. The two of them were already a handful, and Y/N smiled at the sentiment.        “You okay?” Peter whispered into Y/N’s neck. It felt wrong to speak above that level, the scenery was way too calm for that. Even the waves across the lake were muted.        “For the first time in almost eighteen years, I can say, I am,” she gave him a tight smile, holding the glass case of where her dad’s first arc reactor was displayed. “He’s giving it up. The superhero life. For good now.”        Peter’s lips quirked up. “How do you know? This is your dad we’re talking about.”        “Yeah, but I think mom would actually commit murder if he even thought of being Iron Man…” Y/N looked over the lake.    It was bittersweet to know how much her family’s life had changed in those five years she was gone. She had a little sister now, Pep and Tony lived here in the countryside, and now he was passing up the mantle of Iron Man.    “I know he’ll always be there when we need him, when the real shit’s going down, but I’m happy about him not doing it anymore. He deserves a quiet life with mom and Morgan.”        “And you?” Peter observed how his girlfriend chewed on the bottom of her lip before releasing it once his thumb went to pull it out from between her teeth. “You deserve that as well with your family.”        “And we’ll have that,” Y/N intertwined her fingers with Peters, and pressed a kiss to them, “but first, we’ll protect the Earth. I think that’s why he gave this to me. Sort of a symbol of – now it’s your turn.”        Peter’s brows furrowed. “Your turn?”            “You’re looking at the one and only Iron Maiden.”        “Like the band?” he smirked.        “Or like the torture weapon. We’ll see what happens.”        He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips as he kissed Y/N’s exposed shoulder, but their moment was disrupted when someone lightly tapped against her back.        “Dad said to come and get you,” Morgan nervously rolled back and forth on her feet. “We’re making cheeseburgers and having juice pops after that.”        “Really?” Y/N smirked taking Morgan’s extended palm and standing up, the arc reactor securely held in her other hand, and Peter’s hand on the small of her back. “Sounds like the perfect combo.”

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LOLLL thursday

BFF stayed up too late talking to her husband, who is a gregarious extrovert who is currently not talking to people at work because it’s a hospital and he’s trying to socially distance from the other doctors and is thusly starving for adult conversation, so she threw herself on the grenade of sleep deprivation to try to help him cope... and me?

well, I stayed up wayyyy too late because I didn’t realize that MZDS is 570,000 words long and i was reading the fan translation and kept blindly clicking to the next chapter because surely it was nearly the end and oh fuck it’s 1am.

So uh. BFF’s loopy as hell and I’m a zombie, and hers is a noble story of sacrificing herself for love and mine is that I couldn’t back off the xanxia smut.

(I share with you the observation that yes, absolutely, the TV series is waaaay more gay than the novel even though the novel has canonical homosexual sex in it because the novel is told largely from WWX’s super oblivious POV, so every one of LWJ’s Gay Panic moments are interpreted as “wow he’s really mad for some reason, what a meanie” and the more ambiguous things are presented like “i wonder if-- no, no, this is definitely not a gay thing, LWJ is definitely not gay for me, he’s only humoring me for strange reasons” up to and including the point where there have been actual, undeniably homosexual kisses and such up to and including explicit humping with orgasms, while the TV adaptation lets us just watch LWJ pine right out there in the open. I’m only sad there won’t be kissing, but I’m not even that sad about it, I don’t think kissing could even convey it. Though if there’s no kissing they definitely won’t have the episode where WWX is night-hunting with a blindfold on to be a lil shit and suddenly someone randomly pins him to a tree and kisses him breathless and vanishes and he can’t figure out who it was and tears the blindfold off and finds LWJ nearby and LWJ is inexplicably furious at him because WWX wouldn’t know Gay Panic if it literally kissed him up against a tree?)

Anyway, you can see, I am extremely focused and doing Great this morning and for some reason while MathMom and I [the anon ask yesterday called her that and I’m realizing that’s a much better nickname than BFF] keep spacing out and losing the plot, the kids are bravely soldiering on and assigning themselves their own homework tasks for some reason.

I put Lil Miss 5 to writing a letter, and she chose to write one to her grandparents, and I started out helping her and then had to go help MathMom who couldn’t figure out a 1st grade assignment (the teacher clearly assumed the kid would know what to do with the worksheet, so the instructions only addressed how to physically manipulate the online interface and did not explain what we were supposed to do with the screenful of letters, cartoon images of commonplace items, and the title “Word Puzzle” and absolutely no other information to be gleaned). So I came back and helped her spell a few things for the rest of the letter and as I was folding it into the envelope I deciphered that what she had written was,  Dear Grandparents, why didn’t you write to me while the virus was happening, love [Baby], hearts hearts hearts hearts

Which is a fair fucking point! MY mother has written to these two children, to whom she is not related, THREE TIMES EACH, and their own grandparents-- they have SIX grandparents because of a divorce on the paternal side-- have written to them a grand total of once! (Dr. F’s mom sent easter cards.) SO ANYWAY. But had I been paying attention I would have perhaps gently dissuaded her from quite such a savage missive. Or maybe I wouldn’t have written out a translation, but I’d already begun it before I realized what it said. (She’d spelled it YDYNDU RTEITOME and then I’d helped her so it then said WHILE THE VIRUS WAS HAPPENING!. impeccably.)

[nastybuckybarnes]

Ticklish

Pairing: Stucky X Reader (Steve X Reader X Bucky)

Summary: Steve is ticklish. Without extra strength, this information would be useless to you. Thankfully, you have an extra two hundred pounds of super solider willing to help you tickle the star spangled man with a plan.

Warnings: Fluff, Language, Implied Smut/Innuendoes 

Word Count: 864 (short but sweet)

A/n: Third thing I’ve written today! I think I’ve destroyed my critters block. For now, anyway. I’m gonna take advantage of this and write as much as I can!!

Tag lists and Masterlists will be updated every Tuesday!!!

MASTERLIST

~*~

Steve Rogers is ticklish.

If someone had told you seven months ago that you’d innocently find Steve Rogers’ ticklish spots while washing him down in the shower after a long night, you’d probably laugh.

But here you are, standing under the hot spray of the water with Steve squirming away from your hands as they dance along his sides.

“Since when have you been ticklish?” You inquire softly, looking up at him with big curious eyes. He shrugs, a grin on his face as his own hands roam your body.

“Since 1918 I suppose. Why? Are you gonna try and tickle me now?” You shrug, your eyes full of mischief and delight. “Maybe.” He chuckles and kisses your forehead, tickling your sides lightly.

You squeal and pull away from him, almost falling in the process.

Steve, of course, is quick to catch you.

“How about we make a deal,” he begins, linking his pinky around yours. “No tickling in the shower.” You nod, kissing your thumb while he kisses his own. You press your thumbs together with a smile, “deal,” you agree.

The rest of the shower is relaxing and gentle, with lingering touches and wandering hands. But you eventually emerge, wrinkly and in desperate need of some lotion.

Steve’s more than happy to help you lotion your body, taking advantage of your smaller frame and tickling you whenever you think he’s done.

“Steve! Steve Stop!” You beg once you’re dressed in your underwear.

He refuses, his long fingers poking and prodding at your stomach.

“Bucky!” You call, squirming in Steve’s hold.

He jogs into the bedroom, a look of panic on his face until he sees you in Steve’s arms.

“Help! Make him sto-o-o-op!” He chuckles and walks over to the two of you, pulling you from Steve’s grasp and plopping you down on the bed. “You’re my hero!” You exclaim breathlessly, peppering kisses all along the brunet’s scruffy face. He chuckles and hugs you tightly.

“Steve’s a big meanie,” you whisper, looking over at the blond with guarded eyes. He rolls his beautiful blue eyes and lies down next to you and Bucky, watching as you kiss him.

“She was trying to tickle me in the shower. It’s only fair that I get to tickle her back,” Steve defends. You push yourself into a seated position and cross your arms.

“Well, you’re so much stronger than me so it’s not fair. I never had a chance.” He shrugs, a cocky smile on his face.

“Well Doll, now you do.” Steve doesn’t have three seconds to process Bucky’s words when he’s pounced on the man. Bucky pins him down underneath his body, keeping his arms and legs secured to the bed.

“Tickle him, (Y/n)!” You giggle and straddle Steve’s chest in front of Bucky, letting your fingers tickle the blond man’s sides as he struggles against Bucky’s intensely and impressively strong grasp and heavy body.

Steve’s laughter fills the bedroom of your apartment and you can’t help the grin that spreads on your face.

It’s a sound that you want to hear for the rest of your life.

A sound you don’t hear nearly enough.

“Apologize to me!” You demand with a smile, leaning down and kissing his nose as he tries to catch his breath between fits of laughter.

“Never! I refuse to give in! You can continue your torture, vile witch, but I’ll never-” A laugh cuts him off and he can’t stop.

His body starts moving more beneath you and Bucky and you grin at just how much fun the three of you are having.

“Apologize, Stevie!” Bucky demands with a goofy grin on his pink lips.

“Okay! Okay, I give! I’m sorry for tickling you, (Y/n)! I’m so sorry!” You smile and stop tickling him. Instead, you lean down and press your lips to his, jumping slightly as you feel four hands on your ass.

“Boys, behave,” you murmur, nuzzling your head into Steve’s neck. They don’t move any further, not wanting to break the perfect atmosphere in your cozy bedroom.

Eventually, you and Bucky roll off of Steve and crawl under the covers, you sandwiched between the two super-soldiers as usual.

“Thank you, (Y/n),” Steve whispers after you’ve all gotten settled.

“What on Earth for?” You inquire softly, fingers tracing over his face.

“For making me laugh so much. It’s been a while. And it felt good.” You smile at him and kiss his cheek.

“Of course. I love you, Steve. Now get some rest before I make you,” you wink at him and he chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist.

Steve’s fast asleep and you’re almost there too when you hear a soft voice whispering from behind you. “Thank you, doll. He really needed that.” You smile and reach back, pulling Bucky’s arm over your waist above Steve’s.

“Of course. I love you both with my entire heart. I know what my boys need and I’ll give it to them. Even if that includes extremely competitive and probably dangerous tickle fights.” He chuckles softly and kisses the top of your head.

“Goodnight, Darlin’.” You smile softly and snuggle into his hold.

“Goodnight Bucky.”

~*~

TAGS:

FOREVER:

@smolbeanbucky @wildefire @inumorph @impalatobakerstreet @nanna022 @mummy-woves-you @m-a-t-91 @wtfholland @bookgirlunicorn @beautifulwisdom2001 @deep-sea-glitter @mrhiddles-81 @iamwarrenspeace @bitchacho25 @escapetheshackles @i-know-i-can @buckyssoul @avnngrs @swoonhui @destiel-artemis  @frozenhuntress67 @unlikelygalaxygiver

MARVEL:

@fallenangelfangirl @look-to-the-stars-and-wish @maladaptive-ninja-returns @cliffordasparagus @april-14-blog @potteritis @momc95 @shakzer00 @inkedaztec @cal-ifornication @heartislubbingdubbing @my-suga-kookies

STEVE ROGERS:

@an-anonymoususer

BUCKY:

@chuuulip @nerd-without-a-cause @natashasnight @dragonrosegardens @saharzek

[misc-headcanons]

Who is your favorite and least favorite uncle/auntie? There has to be at least one you like less than the others.

(Their favorite aunts/uncles were in the previous ask, so I'll just do their least favorites here 😅)

Dochi: Mont-d'or is soooo boring when he babysits; he doesn't let us do anything fun! Just because Maple and Vanilla like reading all the time doesn't mean we all do. And Flampe sometimes makes fun of us because we all have Papa's fangs, but only when Papa's not around to hear. And I don't wanna be a tattletale, but I ALSO can't hit her or anything because she's bigger and can get me in trouble with Papa. She thinks she's sooo cool because she's a teenager and Minister aaaand she's in charge of the Kamikaze unit. Well I'll be a Minister one day, and a Sweet Commander, and I'll be a way better leader!

Maple: I don't hate Flampe as much as Dochi or Ube, but I wouldn't actively try to be her friend like Vanilla. Apparently she used to worship Papa until she saw his face, and all of a sudden she changed her mind about him. She's not much older than us, but she still acts so smug and insists that we treat her with respect. I think if being older means you deserve respect--which it doesn't, not by itself at least--then she should go back to respecting Papa like everyone else does. I also think Uncle Oven and Cracker are a bit loud sometimes, and they both say I'm a "little bookworm". I guess Papa wasn't like that as a kid, because they think it's funny. And I don't like how Uncle Oven talks about Auntie Lola and Auntie Chiffon; I didn't know them for long, but they're not as awful as he says they are. He's just really zealous and mad that they didn't do what Mama wanted them to, but I bet he doesn't do EVERYTHING Mama wants him to either...

Ube: Ugh, Flampe. She's not even really an aunt, since she isn't a grown up! When I get stronger, I'm gonna make her say sorry to everyone for being such a jerk: All her soldiers, the chefs when she doesn't like what they make, Maple, Dochi, Vanilla, Fritter, Mama, AND Papa. I don't even need her to say sorry to me, just everyone else. I don't care what she says, Papa is the strongest man in the world and super cool. She's just jealous because her Papa isn't as good as him! Well...I dunno who her Papa is, but there's no way he could be as great as Papa.

Vanilla: I don't wanna be mean to my aunties and uncles...Um...I guess Flampe can be kinda mean sometimes. Papa says it's not because of me, it's 'cause of something that happened a long time ago. But if it isn't my fault, why is she mean to me? And I love Auntie Amande, but she's kinda...um, prickly sometimes. She's so tall and she doesn't like hugs, and sometimes she looks scary without really meaning too. Her eyes are just really big and...um...Maple says they're "intense", but I would say "scary". But people think my teeth are scary too, so I don't wanna be mean.

Fritter: Amande's scary and she smells like smoke. Even if she doesn't have a smoke stick, it still smells and makes me cough. And Anana and all the kid-Uncles and Aunties are meanies, except for Normand and Wafer and Dosa. The others all make fun of me and say I'm a crybaby.

[maureenwritesblr]

untitled #2

Summary: no summary as of yet.

A/N: so it begins...

We slowly made our way to what they called the Mothership. It is essentially the training ship where all the recruits are brought after they first enlist. We are supposed to live there for the first five months of our training.

"God, I feel like I'm going to puke." Tanya says anxiously.

"Stop it. You'll be fine." I tell her.

"Okay, okay.." She says quietly, closing her eyes firmly.

I looked over at her sympathetically.

"Take some deep breaths, okay? I'm right here." I told her calmly.

I wished I could rub her back or something, to try and help soothe her nerves. The straps kept us tightly in place. I can't blame her for being nervous. The shuttle was tossing and shaking around, sometimes violently, all I did was close my eyes. Eventually, the ship found itself in the hangar. The straps immediately detached as the blast door of the shuttle opened. I got up, almost falling over from the change in gravity. I extended my hand to Tanya. She grabbed it tightly. I helped her up. She wobbled around the first few seconds but slowly regained her balance. We all made our way out of the shuttle and into the central hanger bay. I slowly gazed around. There were several other shuttles stationed inside, and I also noticed other groups of recruits. I'd say there would have been at least three hundred and fifty of us. Suddenly, a blue-colored slip is thrust into my hands.

"Line up in front of the officer holding your matching colored slip!" Yelled a short man who was handing out the small plastic cards.

I quickly looked over at Tanya. Hoping she had the same color card as me. She lifted a yellow card. I shook my head. Before I could make my way over to her, a man's chest blocks my view. I look up and notice a familiar face, James. He smiled down at me, holding up a matching blue card.

"Looks like we're on the same squad." He said in a cheery tone.

"True that." I agreed.

"What'd you think of the ride over?" He asked.

"I-It was good." I said, slowly trying to peer behind him.

"You looking for someone?" He asked with a quizzical look painted on his face.

"Yeah... my friend. Short, red hair," Before I could finish my sentence, she appeared next to James.

She shoved a blue card in my face. I tilted my head to the side and looked at her.

"And how did you get this?" I asked.

"I may or may not have won a rock, paper, scissors game for it." She giggled playfully.

"I wouldn't doubt it." I smiled, ruffling her hair.

I introduced James to Tanya before making my way over to the officer with a blue card in hand. The loud-mouthed man took us on a small tour of the ship and its facilities. He explained our routines. Wed be waking up every morning at seven am, sharp. We would then go to the mess hall along with all the other recruits and eat breakfast. We would have physical training from eight until twelve. Lunch, then we would have weapons and tactical training from two until four. We had personal recreational time from four until six, dinner, then bed. Repeat every day. After some time we finally finished, he leads us to the dorm area. I didn't share a room with Tanya. We sadly weren't able to choose our dorm-mates. I walked into the cramped living space. There were two beds, two dressers, two desks, and a fluorescent wall light illuminating the room. It seemed my roommate hadn't arrived yet, so I went ahead and sat on the bed on the right side of the room. The mattress was firm, the pillow was quite lovely, and the blankets were thick.

"Hey there." spoke a strong but feminine voice in the doorway.

My head snapped to the source of the sound, a tall, golden-haired girl with icy blue eyes walked in the room. She sat on the bed across from me and extended her hand for me to shake.

"Looks like we're going to be roommates, the names Elizabeth, but you can call me Liz." She told me.

I shook her hand firmly.

"Luna. Nice to meet you. Are you from Corriel too?" I asked.

"Likewise, and no. I'm from Maaia." She told me.

I should have noticed that. The Maaians are known for the majority of their population having striking light blue eyes. We talked about her people and my own. She tells me that her planet is simply beautiful, unlike my own. Liz is a strong woman; it seems. She knows a lot about nature and science. She used to study the environments on different planets but realized that there was a cause more important. Her dad served too. I guess we have one thing in common. I checked my watch. Twelve Thirty. Soon enough, we were called out of our rooms and back into the hallway. 

"I'm sure you're all hungry after the tour. Hopefully, you were paying enough attention and remember where the mess hall is because you kids are on your own. Now go get some grub." The man clasped his hands tightly and nodded at us. 

All the recruits looked around for a moment before heading down the hallway. I stayed back a second to meet up with Tanya. I greeted her with a quick hug before we got behind the others. 

"So, what'd you think of your roommate?" I asked. 

"She's pretty quiet. Her name is Kailey." She told me, sighing.

"Well, my roommate turned out to be pretty cool," I told her, nudging her arm playfully.

"Not as cool as you, of course." I beamed. 

Tanya smiled at my comment. I asked for her opinion on the tour. She told me that she thought everything was quite neat. She had never seen a ship so advanced before. Before enlisting, Tanya had worked on many Corrielan warships as a medic. She's already seen her fair share of ships and space. The mess hall was a large room with high ceilings. All the walls were gray and plain, rows of high-school cafeteria-like tables filled the room. We got into a long line and got ourselves a tray. The food was in the form of small nutrient bars, small but filling. They were dry and tasteless, but at least it was something. 

"So whaddya think?" A boy asked, holding a bar. 

"Not too bad, I suppose." I answered. 

"Wells, at your service." He nodded politely. 

"Luna and this is my good friend Tanya here." I gestured beside me.

Tanya smiled and waved shyly. I looked over at her.

"You think he's cute?" I asked her telepathically. 

"Get outta my head, meanie." She responded through her thoughts.

I chuckled to myself as she nudged my arm lightly. 

"What's so funny?" Wells asked curiously. 

"What? Oh, nothing." I smiled while answering his question.

"Mhm, for sure." He narrowed his eyes at me playfully before smiling. 

We talked with Wells, along with two other recruits he had introduced us to. Liam and Bella. It turns out those two were twins too, a rare sighting these days. Lunch was soon finished, and all the recruits were walking around the ship. Tanya and I found our way to the lounge. Several sofas and tables scattered around the room, along with some pool tables and a drink bar, robot-controlled, of course. 

"You go ahead. I'll grab drinks." I tell Tanya.

She heads off to find a vacant place to sit as I walk over to the small bar. I lean over the counter top, waiting for a chance to order. Eventually, the robot comes to my side of the bar, its human form but still metal and unemotional. 

"What would you like?" It asked with a monotone voice. 

"One murriel juice and ice water, please." I requested.

I looked around the room before sensing a familiar presence to the side of me. I glanced to my right, my eyes settling on James. 

"Can't seem to get rid of you, can I?" I asked, smirking up at him. 

He looked down at me, shaking his head. 

"Nope." He joked.

There was silence for a few moments.

"You could always come to sit with Tanya and me." I suggested, tilting my head slightly. 

"You sure? Wouldn't wanna bother you both." He said before turning to order his beverage. 

"Couldn't bother me even if you tried." I winked, grabbing Tanya and I's drinks. 

I felt James smile as I returned to my friend. I shook my head and smiled to myself, hoping that he wouldn't become too much of a distraction for me in the coming weeks. I took my seat on the firm sofa next to Tanya. I handed her the juice. 

"One murriel juice, for the lady." I said with a broad smile. 

"Thank you, miss." She joked. 

We talked about our goals and expectations for our upcoming training. I felt as if it wouldn't be too hard for me; being physically enhanced gives me an advantage that others don't. Some would call me a super soldier, but my enhancements were passed down through my family. I was worried about Tanya. She's a small girl, only five four. She's had minor physical training. 

"Hey, I was thinking, tomorrow during our rec hour, that I could take you down to the gym." I told her. 

"Why?" She questioned, furrowing her eyebrows. 

"I don't know. I thought I could teach you a few things, help you get ahead." I said tentatively, not wanting it to come out the wrong way.

"That actually sounds like a good idea. Thanks." She thanked me.

We put our glasses up for a moment. I looked down for a second, trying to imagine all of the possible outcomes of what will come next. It seems like we'll have to find that one out as we go. 

To be continued

[katieskarlette]

Before the Storm:  A Reaction Post

I just finished binge-reading the latest WoW novel, and I have thoughts.  Quite a few of them, actually.  So here goes.

Short non-spoilery version:   Game tie-in novels are never going to be high literature, but for what it was, I really enjoyed this book.  I know Golden’s name has been mud around this neck of the internet lately, so this probably isn’t a popular opinion.  The contrast between Anduin and Sylvanas as leaders--and as people--was interesting to see, and the questions about how the living and the undead can (or should) interact were incredibly poignant.  There was only one significant lore development (at the very end, regarding a new variety of undead) that is easy to catch up on via a quick summary, so it’s not a mandatory read to understand Battle For Azeroth.  But as a character study and a fleshing-out of the world and how various issues stand going into the new expansion, it was a enjoyable read.  If you’re a fan of Anduin, Sylvanas, Genn, Calia, or goblins, definitely check it out.

Spoilers (as well as a mention of real-life death/grief) below.

I think sometimes fandom marinates in an echo chamber and, because of how seldom new canon material is released, we assume that because Blizzard isn’t releasing a weekly short story they’re letting unresolved plot threads dangle and fester.  Sometimes they do, granted, but there were an awful lot of things addressed (or at least mentioned) in this book that fandom has been wondering/worrying/complaining/speculating about:

The leadership void among the Darkspear.  The impact of losing so many soldiers and supplies in the war with the Legion.  What’s been going on in the Undercity while Sylvanas is away doing Warchief stuff.  The fact that none of the Horde leaders have families.  The reaction of the Cenarion Circle to their losses in Silithus.  The unpopularity of Gallywix among his own people.  The confusion and cross-faction misunderstandings about the disastrous battle of the Broken Shore.  The tension and lost trust after Genn Greymane and Admiral Rogers’ shenanigans at the start of Stormheim’s storyline.  Moira’s son not being a baby anymore.  The unresolved issues between Moira and Magni.  Velen’s grief over his son.  The fact that Tess and Mia Greymane exist.  Theramore.  Calia’s claim to the throne of Lordaeron.  The long-lasting impact of the Cataclysm.  The mixed opinions among the Horde about the way the goblins terraformed Azshara.  Kalec and Jaina’s relationship.  Lore from the priest order hall.  And yes, the fact that Anduin needs an heir.

I’m not saying all these things are settled or developed, or handled in ways I necessarily agree with, but it’s good to be reminded that Blizzard hasn’t forgotten about any of these elements.  (Wrathion, on the other hand...  Sigh.  Don’t get me started.  Suffice it to say he’s not even alluded to in the book.  Onyxia does get a passing mention in relation to how her scheming impacted the Wrynns.)

Anyway, moving on to the main theme of the book:  life, death, and all the corpse-gray areas in between.

It was hard to read sometimes because of how raw the emotions were and how hard the questions were that it asked.  I’m not sure that it would have the same impact on someone who has never grieved the death of a loved one, but for me it was quite emotional.  I got misty-eyed in several places.  

I found myself imagining what it would be like to see my much-beloved grandmother (who, by the time she died, was as hunched, emaciated and discolored as any Forsaken, although that’s not how I try to remember her) standing across a field from me.  To be able to speak to her again, tell her how much I love and miss her, to tell her what I’ve been doing in the last fifteen years...yet to see her as a withered, pungent, unnatural husk, to know she’d been denied the rest of the grave...  Faced with that choice, I don’t know how I would react.  I’m glad I never will--for a lot of reasons!

The book never said that Anduin imagined himself facing either of his parents under such circumstances, but I’m sure he must have.  (I mean, not that there was anything left of Varian to turn undead, but hypothetically speaking.)  Anduin’s a very empathetic person, and his own grief over his father was still so raw.  It certainly affected Genn, who I thought was written very well. 

I’ve never been a fan of the Forsaken, because their dark, mean-spirited, nihilistic outlook and the corpse/bone aesthetic don’t appeal to me. (It doesn’t in other contexts, either.  Give me cute jack o’ lanterns and chubby-cheeked ghosts for Halloween decorations, and skip the plastic tombstones and cardboard skeletons, please.)  This book gave a lot of insight into what it would be like to be undead, without the need for sleep, cut off from any living friends/relatives, with a body that’s slowly wearing out without the ability to heal or do physical therapy, knowing that you are repulsive and smelly to others, making the most of second chances while also perhaps yearning for the peace of true death, and being acutely aware of how fragile you really are.  It made the Forsaken more sympathetic and (excuse the pun) fleshed out.

I was also quite pleased to see acknowledgement of Forsaken who aren’t emotionless, gibbering eeeevil.  My lone, seldom-played undead alt, a lowbie priest, is that kind of a character:  holding onto the Light even though it now is painful to use, and refusing to stoop to being a monster just because she’s a walking corpse.  That wasn’t a viewpoint that was really highlighted in canon before.  (Of course, that means my little priest would be out there on the Arathi plain with a bunch of black arrows sticking out of her right now, so...)

I was disappointed that the book never mentioned Anduin bringing Elsie’s body back to Stormwind to bury beside Wyll.  I’m going to assume he did, because geez.

I still don’t know where they’re going with the new Light-infused variety of undead, but we’re not really supposed to.  It’s just a teaser and cliffhanger.  There’s a lot of story potential, anyway.  We’ll see.  I’m glad they didn’t remove Calia from the story completely, at least.

Speaking of cliffhangers, if that adorable gnome/goblin couple didn’t survive, I’m going to be majorly bummed out.  It was also interesting to know that goblins and gnomes can get married in canon.  Presumably other cross-species relationships can be made legal, too.

Anyone who’s emotionally invested in the Menethil dynasty has sure had a rollercoaster of ups and downs lately.  Yay, Calia’s finally in game!  Noooo, she’s not interested in claiming her throne!  Yay, she’s interested after all!  Nooooo, she’s dead!  Yay, she’s...undead?  And she's totally cool with the idea that Lordaeron belongs to the Forsaken?  (Which, I mean, it does, but it’s surprising to have her think that.  So many forum threads about this stuff suddenly became obsolete...)  And there’s a slim chance that her daughter is either undead or still alive out there somehow?  WHAAAAAAT? 

Oh yeah, she secretly got married to a footman, had a kid, escaped the Scourge, lived in Southshore for years under an assumed identity, and then presumably lost her husband and daughter when the town got Blighted (yet she’s okay with the Forsaken???), but we didn’t see the bodies so heaven only knows what plot twist could come of that.  

On one hand (the Watsonian one) it’s a tragic, awful thing for her to have gone through and I felt really bad for her.  On the other hand (the Doylist one), did she really need more tragic, awful backstory?  No.  No, she really did not.  It seemed like overkill, which makes me suspect they’re seeding a plot thread for the future.  Meh.  Hey, if she lived in Southshore, did she know the Rogers family?  Would Admiral Catherine Rogers recognize her as whatever her fake identity was?

On a related note, you’ve got Anduin who in the past was always like, “OMG noooo don’t compare me to Arthas!” and now is like, “Okay, Calia, I’m officially adopting you as my new big sister.”  Oh, the irony...

I should address the rainbow-striped elephant in the room:  There is no LGBTQIA+ representation in the book.  Anduin is specifically mentioned as having been attracted to the female dwarf Aerin, and he expects to fall in love with a woman someday.  Personally, I‘ve headcanoned him as bi, perhaps leaning a bit ace, while always expecting Blizz to have him marry a woman.  I do sympathize with those who had hoped that he might be canonically gay, and I strongly agree that Warcraft badly needs more representation in that regard.  In this book alone, it would have been so easy to have that blacksmith bringing a helmet as a gift to his long-lost Forsaken husband instead of friend.  But we also need a major Warcraft character to be unequivocally LGBT.  It’s way, way past time.  Get on it, Blizzard.

[Edited to add:  I almost forgot, another kind of representation I wish they had explored was that of physical disability.  As convenient as Anduin’s Magic Lie-and-Bad-Idea-Detecting Bones are, why couldn’t he have had some negative lasting effects of being crushed by the Divine Bell?  Chronic aches, maybe a limp at least?  Loss of a limb, even?  There is a narrative to be explored there, and as someone with a close family member who suffers from chronic pain and limited mobility it would be refreshing to see that kind of thing addressed.]

Moving on, I’ve never cared for Valeera Sanguinar that much, but I did like how she’s set up as Anduin’s super secret spy.  I wonder if she gets to wear pants now.

Big ol’ meanie Sylvanas made Baine and Anduin stop being pen pals.  *pout*  I loved how Magni called her “lassie,” though.  That takes balls of diamond, to be sure...

Speaking of the banshee queen, I tried very hard to read between the lines to see what their long-term plans are for her.  Just because the last line of the book is Anduin proclaiming that she’s beyond saving, that doesn’t mean they aren’t going to try to pull off some kind of redemption arc.  If anything it just draws our attention to the question.  

Is Anduin right?  A big part of his plot arc lately is how he’s finding his way, making mistakes and learning from them.  Could he be wrong about Sylvanas?  He saw potential for good in Garrosh that never developed, so it’s not impossible that he could find compassion for Sylvanas someday...if she shows remorse and a desire to change.  And that’s an “if” bigger than the sword sticking out of Silithus.

I didn’t see any signs of her wrestling with her conscience.  If anything, the emphasis on how some Forsaken do still have feelings (besides hatred, bitterness, and anger) condemned her all the more by comparison.  Yet she does regret Vol’jin’s death, and she did respect him.  And her feelings were definitely hurt by her sisters’ responses to her, and you have to have feelings to have them be hurt.  But her lack of remorse for any of the vicious, heartless things she does, combined with her new penchant for killing her own people, doesn’t bode well for her to have a change of heart any time soon.

I also kept a close eye on Nathanos.  In his short story they made a point of saying that his senses were sharper with his new body, and that he felt a pang of regret for the first time since his death.  That could simply be an indication of his renewed state, or it could be a tiny sliver of foreshadowing that he’s not 100% on board with Sylvanas’ plotting.  Then again, that was set before Legion, and he spent all of Stormheim frantically trying to find her, and worrying about her, and just generally not being remotely subtle about how much he cares for her.  Heh.  Then again, he can care about her (in whatever way the undead feel such bonds, that is) and still think she’s going too far with her ideas about the valkyr, raising more Forsaken, keeping them up and functioning indefinitely without the release of true death, etc.  Interesting potential for conflict there, as well.

I don’t know that I even want to see a Sylvanas redemption arc, but it’s fun to try guessing what Blizzard has planned.  And such a plot twist would alleviate some of the “Didn’t we just do this same ‘overthrow a bad warchief’ plot with Garrosh?” syndrome, and allow them to keep around one of the franchise’s most recognizable characters.

I was also relieved to find no evidence that Anduin is being corrupted by the Old Gods, Azerite, or anything else.  He’s true to himself and the Light, as always.  I appreciate characters who stubbornly insist that there is good in (almost) everyone, despite living in a world that does its best to beat that optimism out of them.  It’s not blind idealism or naivete; it’s faith and its own kind of strength.

Sylvanas and Anduin are fascinating foils for each other.  The stark contrast between a young king who is still finding his place and a bitter, scarred, centuries-old queen, someone who comes to understand that death is not always the enemy versus someone who digs in her heels and refuses to accept it, someone who wants his people to be happy versus someone who kills them for not agreeing with her...  It’s intriguing.

Was it the best book ever?  No.  Did I enjoy reading it?  Yes.  Is it absolutely necessary to read in order to understand the story going into the next expansion?  Nah.  Would it have been a lot better with Wrathion in it somehow?  Of course.  ;)

And that’s my two cents.  (Er, well, judging by how long this post got, more like $2.50.)

[aijee]

good evening aijee~ i was wondering, what is a crossover au you’ve always wanted to see? as i have friends over in what i believe is nctv? ficdom, there is a fest that goes on within the fandom called ‘a little wonder’ and this months challenge is a crossover au (in less than 3k words) and i was thinking about what i would write if i were participating for say, minwon/meanie, but i seem to turn up quite empty handed, but as someone who always seems to have ideas i find myself adoring, i thought i’d ask you, before letting my curiosity get the better of me

 I don’t know if I’m understanding the prompt correctly, so I’m gonna interpret “crossover AU” as dropping the ship into the universe of an already-existing piece of media (as opposed to having individuals from different content actually interacting). This is such a cute fandom challenge!

MINWON GREEK MYTH AU holdup I gotta steady myself. I am a freak for fantasy, medieval shit, myths, etc. and I will argue to my deathbed that Greek myth (or mythology in general) is its own piece of “media” or “content” in a way a TV show or literary universe is—just more legit. Honestly, I find that idol culture is super embedded in the real and contemporary world, so mixing idol fandom content with mythology is very much a hit or miss, especially when the idols themselves are Korean, not Greek; the cultural disparity can break immersion pretty fast. But I reflexively fall to my knees at a love/relationships born from tragedy, which mythology is wrought with.

I’ve previously written about a fic idea for MG as the son of the god of death, who, on his earthly travels to herd human souls, falls in love with WW, born from a human soldier and a river nymph. The starting point was definitely Greek myth, but I briefly thought about how to translate those Greek myth roles into Korean myth, and/or how to make the mythology itself vague enough to minimize the dissonance of cultures (e.g. rather than “Hades”, use “God of Death”). Cultural crossovers are difficult to get just right and to not be heavy-handed, so I hesitated to pursue the idea lol.

Another idea is a Cherry Magic crossover because I’m a predictable bitch, what can I say? But it’s not one-for-one, just loosely inspired. MG is a handsome and tall guy, which belies his actual anxiety in relationships with people, so he’s never really been in one. He’s a recent hire in the company office, and people think he’s cute. He works hard and does his best, but he’s clumsy and often makes mistakes; he’s often annoyed when people just use him as eye candy. He gets mind-reading powers and finds out that his handsome and cool co-worker, WW, has a crush on him and not just for the looks and that makes MG go “??? ME ??? BUT WHY !!!?”

Finally, to not make this obnoxiously long, is some crossover with some iteration of a Death Battle/Battle Royale. There’s a bajillion shows and films of this genre, take your pick. The idea of MG and WW, already with amazingly contrastive personalities, coming from completely different lives and never having a reason to interact or intersect in life until some otherworldly or greater force coerces them into literally surviving together just...fuels me. The trope of being forced to survive together is one of my favorite shortcuts to intimacy, vulnerability, and overcoming internal struggles. The genre can be a huge cringe-fest, though, so this is crossover AU needs a delicate touch when mixing in idols, a big appeal of which is lighthearted comedy.

[highkeyl0ki]

Have I Told You Lately

A//N: I had in intense craving for some Bucky fluff so here it is! It is my first imagine so please be nice!

Word Count: 2,011

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Early mornings with Bucky and Y/N

The early morning sun shone through the curtains, shining on the closed eyes of the young woman that lied in the king sized bed. She gave a soft moan and turned over and yawned, her eyes blinked and focused on the man that slept deeply beside her. She smiled softly and brushed her fingertips across his cheek before checking the digital clock on the bedside table next to Bucky. 6:27. ‘I won’t be able to go back to sleep.’ She thought before her stomach growled. Listening to her body, she quietly, as not to disturb her sleeping boyfriend, slipped from the warm bed, grabbing her phone off the side table on her side. She shivered a bit when her feet hit the cold hard wood floor as she made her way to he kitchen of their shared apartment and placed her phone on the white marble countertop, opposite to the stove.. She decided on pancakes, eggs, and bacon and she pulled the necessary ingredients before putting on a pot of coffee. Robotically, she started on breakfast having made the morning meal many times before. She became lost in her own world thinking about nothing in particular. She was in the middle of cooking the bacon when a coldness wrapped around her middle causing her to jump and gasp.

“Morning doll.” Came a rough voice from behind her. She instantly relaxed into his embrace and he peppered kisses along the left side of her neck and he brought his flesh arm around her waist and tightened his grip. “Smells wonderful.” He said in between kisses. She giggled and scooped the bacon on the plate and turned around. She stood up on her tip-toes and gave a quick kiss to his lips. “Would you set the table for me darling?” She asked. He nodded and leaned down to kiss her nose and turned to get plates and cutlery. Bucky never said much in the morning and neither did she. On weekdays he went to the gym with Steve around 6 AM. On the weekends, like today, they typically just enjoyed each others company with gentle touches and soft caresses; opting to lay in bed until noon. They had been together for a little over a year now and their honeymoon phase never did end. Of course they had their little arguments like how Bucky would always leave his plate in the sink with out rinsing it instead of putting it in the dishwasher or how she had a bad habit of leaving her shoes around the apartment but they never lasted long and always ended with kisses, giggles, and ‘I love you’s.’ Bucky helped her get the food on the table and she poured two mugs of coffee. Hers with milk and some blue agave syrup and Bucky just plain black. They sat next to each other at the kitchen table and held hands as they ate. Her thumb rubbing circles on the back of his hand. These were her favorite times with Bucky. These quiet, calm mornings doing something so domestic with the superhero. The morning sun came through the window giving the kitchen a bright and cheery look. The sun shone onto he kitchen table, illuminating the yellow daffodils in the vase. She would have to change the water today and clip the ends of the stems; she made a mental note to herself. They ate in silence and then they heard a soft ‘meow.’ Both looked down in between them to see Heidi, her cat who had taken quite the liking to her mistress’ boyfriend, was staring intently at the piece of bacon Bucky was holding up to his mouth. He chuckled and put the bacon down and let go of her hand before bending down and picking up the slightly overweight feline. She reached over and scratched behind her familiar’s ear. Her cat closed her eyes and purred loudly. Bucky took his free hand that wasn't holding Heidi and broke off a piece of bacon and held it up to the cat’s mouth who had immediately devoured the little piece. “You know, she was never this spoiled before you.” She mused, rubbing the underside of her fur-baby’s chin. “Nah, she’s not spoiled. Just well taken care of.” He said laughing a little. You rolled your eyes and scooted your chair closer to Bucky and laid your head on his shoulder, eating the last of her bacon and sighing contently. She looked up and admired his ice blue eyes. They had the power to pierce her soul from just looking at her and his jawline which was slightly hidden by his stubble could cut a diamond. Yes, his features were hard and sharp but in these moments, when he smiled, and his eyes were filled with happiness, she couldn't help but marvel at how handsome he was. ‘I love you.” She said quietly. His head turned and he looked at her with such tenderness and love. “I love you too.” He said and kissed her again. He pressed his lips to hers and she brought her hand up to cup his jaw, her thumb running along his jawline and she felt his stubble that tickled the pad of her finger. He sucked on her bottom lip and she gave a soft moan and then he pulled away. Heidi had been twisting and turning, bored now that she wasn't the center of attention and Bucky set her down on the floor and went off to do whatever. They both laughed and she once again rested her head on his shoulder and played with his fingers. She started singing softly, slightly under her breath but it was loud enough for the super soldier to hear. ‘Have I told you lately that I love you? Have I told you there's no one else above you? Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness Ease my troubles, that's what you do For the morning sun in all it's glory Meets the day with hope and comfort too You fill my life with laughter, somehow you make it better Ease my troubles, that's what you do There's a love less defined And its yours and its mine Like the sun And at the end of the day We should give thanks and pray To the one, to the one Have I told you lately that I love you? Have I told you there's no one else above you? Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness Ease my troubles, that's what you do There's a love less defined And its yours and its mine Like the sun And at the end of the day We should give thanks and pray To the one, to the one Have I told you lately that I love you? Have I told you there's no one else above you? Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness Ease my troubles, that's what you do Take away all my sadness, fill my life with gladness Ease my troubles, that's what you do’ Bucky completely relaxed and happy let himself drift off into a wold of his own, listening to the soft hum of her voice. Yes, these were his favorite kinds of moments. He could have spend all day like this but the sound of her phone went off, shattering the peaceful dream-like state they were both in. She sighed and slowly got up and walked over to check her cellular device. Bucky got up and started clearing the table of the plates and started rinsing them in the sink remembering how dirty dishes drove his girlfriend crazy. “Tony invited us to a bbq tonight. You wanna go? Everyone else is.” She asked as she wrapped her arms around his middle, reversing the position from earlier that morning. “Sure doll.” She could feel the vibrations as she rested her cheek on his back. “What dessert should I make?” She released his waist and took the rinsed off dishes and placed them in the dishwasher. “Love, I’m sure Tony doesn't expect you to bring anything. He always has more than enough.” He handed her the last plate. “I know. But it’s rude to show up to someone’s house empty handed.” She put a detergent pod into the dishwasher and started the machine. “How old-fashioned of you.” he said drying his hands with a dish towel. “Thats funny coming from an old man.” She teased and bumped his hip with hers and she turned around to wipe down the counter top. Bucky took the now wet dish towel and twisted it around a few times before snapping it on her backside, rat-tailing her. She let out a yelp and he snickered. “Meanie.” She pouted and rubbed her behind. Bucky threw the dish towel on the counter and went over and kissed her pouted lips. “You love me.” She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Yeah I guess I do.” He pulled away and raised his brows. “You guess? Well I guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” She looked at him confused and he picked her up and ran into the bedroom, throwing her onto the mattress. He climbed on top of her and began tickling her sides and she cried out in laughter. “N-no! Stop! Bu-Bucky! That tickles!” She gasped out in-between laughs. “Really doll? This tickles?” He teased, the biggest smile stretching across his face. He looked down and saw her hair spread around her head like a halo. Her eyes squinted shut, her smile so wide it made her cheekbones stand out and her face flushed a gorgeous pink. “Take it back.” He tried to sound serious but she could hear the smile in his voice. “Never!” She shouted and then it stopped. She opened her eyes to see Bucky turning around and straddling her legs. “James,” She said seriously. “What are you doing?” “You won’t take it back. And desperate times call for desperate measures.” He seized her legs in a death grip and began to tickle the bottom of her feet. She then howled with laughter. “Okay! Okay! I take it back! I take it back!” She screamed. Bucky laughed and how little resistance she put up and released her legs before flopping down beside her. She was breathing heavily a smile still stretched across her face as she tried to catch her breath and he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. His smile matching her own. She nuzzled into his chest and Heidi jumped onto the bed and pushed her way to lie in between them. “What time did Tony want us over?” He asked kissing the top of her head. “Around 4.” She said and reached down to scratch her cats head. Bucking looked at the clock and saw it was only 10 am. “Gives me enough time to cuddle with you.” He murmured into her hair. “I have to make dessert though.” She protested and attempted to get up which caused him to tighten his grip. “Babe, it’s 10 in the morning. You have plenty of time.” She sighed and relaxed into the bed. “Fine. Only until noon. Then I need to make cooking and get ready.” In a voice and oozed finality. “Sounds good to me.” He chucked at her authoritative tone. She ran her fingertips along his arm and Bucky sighed in contentment. He began to hum the tune of ‘Have I Told You Lately’ and she marveled in the way his his chest vibrated and the deep humming was music to her ears. Moments like these they both lived for. The calm simplicity and blissfulness. They never thought it was possible to be this happy, this in love. But here they were, laying in a bed with white fluffy sheets, the sunlight coming though the curtains, their cat purring peacefully between the two warm bodies and the both of them wrapped up in each other so unbelievably jubilant and intoxicated with love.

[organizaxion]

prairie gentian, peony, bloom, windflower, love in a mist, bleeding heart

prairie gentian: do you have a significant other?

sadly no 😞 i’ve been single since May ‘14, and seeing as how only one person has ever had feelings for me or thought i was cute, i seem destined to remain so…

peony: what is something that you wish your parents could’ve told you?

that leaving the church was okay. it took years of me guilt tripping myself for not believing to finally realize there was nothing wrong with me and that i should do what makes me happy instead of staying with something that made me feel like shit

bloom: what is something that you would like to tell your children?

well i don’t know if i’ll ever want kids, but @ kids in general: do what makes you happy, don’t do things out of obligation or guilt

windflower: list 5 of your favorite blogs and explain why i like them

i mean, she’s being a meanie face rn but @vibranium-ass is pretty great ;) we have the same sense of humor and love of super soldiers and such, and she’s a great writer

@omgjustinoluransi posts a lot of check please and idk he’s just cool

@steveobucky is a sweetheart and their aesthetic is just “soft” they're gr9

@transpietro is a spitfire he cracks me up

@yawpkatsi her art is amaze and i love FUBAR and she converted me to Barbershop Quartet, and she makes comics about Bucko just bein’ happy which he deserves. A++

love in a mist: what is the latest dream that you remember?

it was pretty much a nightmare where i was back in high school but they wouldn’t let me graduate because i kept missing school bc of my mental illness. i don’t remember the details but it was Hellish

bleeding heart: what makes you heart go mushy?

when i have a crush, thinking about them. zimbits. stucky.

Botanical Asks

[strangeguy32000]

Movies I saw in 2016 for which I didn’t make reviews initially

I bet you thought I didn’t see that many movies last year based on my blog, Not so. I didn’t get to reviewing all of them for one reason or another, so here we go

X-Men: Apocalypse. The Ninth X-Men film, Apocalypse focuses on the super hero team (For the Wade Wilsons out there who haven’t seen this movie yet, McAvoy!) dealing with the coming of the ancient (or possibly first, history is kind of muddy) and powerful mutant Apocalypse. Poco recruits Angel, a formerly-reformed Magneto, Storm, and Psylocke (portrayed by the still-hot former AOTS host, Olivia Munn). The bad guys drag Professor X along for laughs, Xavier Academy gets turned into a crater, Some of our heroes get dragged to Alkali Lake (Josh Helman, not Brian Cox plays Specieist Colonel William Stryker), Things happen, Wolverine gets his cameo appearance (It’s not an X-Men movie unless Hugh Jackman shows up), Everyone goes to Egypt, our heroes get their asses kicked and everything looks grim until someone makes the mistake of unleashing the Phoenix, the titular blue meanie gets vaporized for his troubles, and everyone goes home happy (Even Magneto). It’s very formulaic and it ends with the status quo restored, so while It’s got awesome moments (Like the Slow-Mo scene halfway through), it just doesn’t end with anything that drives an overarching story. 6/10 Zootopia. I really like this one. There isn’t much to say about that hasn’t already been said, though. Great visuals, okay story, great environment. 8/10

The Magnificent Seven. A magnificent western in a time when westerns aren’t so common. All the actors were great in their respective roles (I didn’t realize the one was Vincent D’Onofrio until the third time I watched it), the Story, while cliche’d, was pretty good, Overall a satisfying experience. 8/10

Small Soldiers. This is hardly my first time watching Small Soldiers (that was back in 1999), but it’s not like I don’t run this blog, so I’m gonna review this anyway. It’s basically Gremlins but with rogue GI Joe toys and monster dolls instead of just monsters (It’s even directed by the same guy and features one of the same actors), the not-GI Joes have little chips in their heads that make them incredibly intelligent when it comes to combat and warfare while the monsters have the same chips but prefer conscientious objection to the household warfare of the commandos. I love the voice work, the miniature work is fantastic, and young Kirsten Dunst (three years before she was Mary Jane in Sam Raimi’s Spider-Man) kicked ass. 7/10

National Lampoon’s Animal House. Yes, I’m extremely late to the party, but I finally got to see this over the holiday, and this being my blog, it’s getting written about (despite being almost forty years old). Animal House is something special. It’s the first film roles of Kevin Bacon and Karen Allen, and is legendary for its use of the late John Belushi (who improvised many moments in the movie because of course he did). It’s a fun look at College party life and it’s been parodied many many times (The Entire B-Plot of the Futurama Episode “Mars University”, for instance). Dean Wormer is a jerk, and Senator Blutarsky is a memorably awesome asshole. 8/10

Doctor Strange. I have no idea why I didn’t post a review of this awesome movie last year, but I feel stupid for having not done so. Doctor Strange was an awesome experience in 3D. I liken it to seeing James Cameron’s Avatar five years ago (In 3D), the 3D is used to enhance the visuals and isn’t just a tool to better layer the characters on the screen. The story is alright, a cocky doctor gets a minor amount of comeuppance when a car accident fucks over his hands and he travels to Tibet Nepal as a last-ditch effort to fix his hands. There, he learns of some mystic shit. Mads Mikkelsen and a bunch of other fools show up and cause trouble, Smaug Dormammu, an evil giant flaming head, shows up and causes more trouble and the good doctor comes to the rescue. and the good doctor comes to the rescue. and the good doctor comes to the rescue (we can do this all day, Dormammu) Everyone goes home happy (Everyone who isn’t dormammu... and who survived) and Doctor Strange gets to chat with Thor while the latter enjoys his bottomless beer stein. If you didn’t see Mordo being ultimately evil, I feel sorry for you not realizing he was Baron Mordo. 9/10