#if she didn’t why the hell would she avenge him 😭

[dunkingtruthhasdied]

​i wanted to talk more about this but specifically i’m thinking about this really weird guy who deactivated in like 2019 who vehemently defended grendel being gay in the FUCKING SOURCE MATERIAL (the novel made in 1971) because in twau there’s a guy based off grendel i suppose? it was really really surreal. also does this seem like homosexual behavior (via grendel himself)

i will never understand the whole "grendel is gay" thing. that beast was born to lick pussy

[intoxicated-chan]

I just wanted to say I love your writing 😭 and if I could request like what if Miguel O’Hara was kinda close with some spider kid (around like 16?) and they reminded him of the daughter he lost? (All in a platonic father m daughter way)

Welcome to the Family

✿ฺ Paring ➳❥ Miguel O’Hara & Spider!Teen!F!Reader

✿ฺ Summary ➳❥ Miguel didn’t know what you reminded him of, but it takes a few times to finally get it.

✿ฺ (A/n) ➳❥ Inspired by “Welcome to the Family” by Avenged Sevenfold. Thank you for waiting and for requesting! And thank you for loving my writing. It means a lot.

✿ฺ Word Count ➳❥ 1.5k

✿ฺ Content Warnings ➳❥ Female reader, abuse, angst-to-fluff, talk of marriage, violence, injuries…

Small Spoiler Warning for ATSV!!

Alright, let me explain… My name is (Y/n) (L/n), and I was bitten by a radioactive spider. For the past two years, I’ve been the one and only Spider-Woman. I thought everything was going well until I was disowned by my parents, and lost my aunt the same day. From then on, I chose to be distant from society, no matter how much I craved a relationship.

“What are you doing here (F/n).” You crossed your arms, staring directly at the man you once called father.

“I’m still your father.”

“I thought you said, you’re no longer the child I raised?” You told.

“Don’t talk back to me!”

“I’m simply stating the fact is all.”

He shakes his head, “You know, your mother is disappointed. And I’m sure your aunt would be as well.”

Your eyes narrow at him, “Don’t you speak of my aunt.”

“I can talk to her however I want, she is my sister.”

“A sister you abandoned.”

The second he stepped towards you, you jumped back, keeping yourself at a distance, “Why the hell are you here anyways? I know you don’t want to see me.”

“You can still make this right.” He started to explain, “The boy’s family is still willing to have you, even after your idiotic display of teenage emotions. You either take the boy or leave.”

“I told you I won’t. It’s shocking how you’re willing to betray your daughter over a family you don’t even know.”

“I never wanted a daughter! If you want to make things right, if you want us to forgive you, then you will marry this boy!”

“And I told you no! Now get out of here!” You shouted at him, “Leave me alone!”

“I should’ve left you and your mother the day you were born.” And with that, he’s gone, slamming the door to the rooftop on his way out.

But you. You’re a mess.

Your mother didn’t hate you as much as your father did, but you could see it every time she looked at you. The disappointment, the failure, and how much of a disgrace you were to your so-called family.

And that boy was supposed to fix everything, only because he was made of money.

You fell to your knees, holding yourself as tight as possible as you cried to yourself. As much as you were out of there, you were all alone.

No family and you lost your only friend. Your aunt.

Then, you saw trash floating in front of you. You grabbed the cab right out of the air and saw it reflecting colors that were behind you… Behind you?

You slowly stood, turning around to see a rather colorful portal. It was causing some effect as everything around it was floating, then you heard it.

First, it sounded like a whisper then it came right at you. Luckily you dodged on time and the figure flew past you.

A loud thud, followed by a man’s voice getting angry at a woman called Lyla.

You hid behind a metal pole, watching the man stand to his feet, “This is the fourth time Lyla!” He growled.

“I told you, it’s still in the prototype stage.” She retorted.

“And I-“ He sees you, badly hiding behind the pole.

“…Hi?” You wave.

“Lyla, is this?”

“Yep, this universe’s Spider-Man, or Spider-Woman.” She corrected.

“I’m-“ His nose scrunches, “Is this a bad time?”

“What?”

He points to his eyes, “They’re red.”

“Oh! Um, it’s fine. Everything is fine.” You lie, rubbing your eyes and probably making them worse, “It was taken care of.”

He hums, “Then, I’m Miguel O’Hara and I’m Spider-Man.”

“Spider-Man? But I thought I was the only one.” You began to circle him, “But your suit is very… Blue.”

“Thanks. As I was saying, I am Spider-Man but from another universe. I need you to come with me.”

“Why should I go with you?” You eye him up and down.

“I’ve seen what happened here. How your parents are disappointed in you. All I am asking you is to trust me, I offering you a chance for a new chance.” He sticks his hand out, “So?”

That was almost a year ago…

“I can look after Mayday for you.” You tell Peter B. who looks very tired.

“Are you sure?” He tiredly asked.

“Of course, go and get some rest.” Taking Mayday in your arms and pushing him away, “Looks like it’s me and you today!”

She coos at you, reaching toward your face, “How about we pay Uncle Miggy a visit? Wouldn’t that be fun?” She giggles in response, “Let’s go then.” Holding her tightly, not wanting to swing with her arms.

Miguel’s eyes are focused on the screen, hearing his daughter’s laughter made him heartache.

“Miguel!” You shout from below, “Care to come down?! I rather not have her fall!”

He’s fast to close the screen and lowering his desk or… The desk is down on the ground. A minute later, it hits the ground and he turns to face you.

“Yes?” He rubs his eyes.

“Tired as well?”

“No.”

“Lies!” You come closer, taking a seat on the floating thing, “Come on, sit with me.” Setting Mayday on the ground, luckily her web shooter was taken away recently.

Miguel does as you say, “Is something wrong?” He asked.

“I just wanted to talk to you, is that wrong?”

“No, no. It’s just you sounded worried at first. I thought something happened.”

You run your fingers through her hair carefully, “You’re doing it again, shutting everyone out by shoving yourself into work.”

Miguel sighs, “I told you, the fate of the multiverse-“

“Let’s not talk about work right now.” You use your webbing to bring the paper bag towards you, “I know sweets are not your thing so I brought an empanada with me.”

Two cupcakes and an empanada. One for you and Mayday. You hand the empanada to Miguel who gladly takes it.

Then hand a cupcake to Mayday, “Please eat it carefully.” You beg her, knowing either way it’s going to be a mess.

Before you could even take a bite out of yours, she begins climbing you with her sweet still in hand which makes some of the fostering go on you.

“Mayday!” You laugh, and she sets herself on your shoulders, eating her cupcake, “At least she’s happy.” Finally, you take a bite of yours, not noticing Miguel’s stare.

His eyes are wide, his mouth slightly open, and his breathing staggered. His heart once again broke at the sight. He didn’t know what to feel, what to say, or do.

“Miguel? Are you alright?” You gently pull Mayday off your shoulders and back to the ground, “You haven’t taken a bite.”

“Yeah.” He’s trying so hard to keep himself together, “I’m alright.”

Then a few weeks pass… or so you thought.

“This was his fault!”

“He was just trying to help!”

“Help?! Look where it put her!”

Whose voice was whose? Why does everything feel so heavy? Why… Why is it so dark?

“Miguel! Calm down!”

“Enough! Both of you leave the room.” Jessica orders, “She’s waking up.”

“No, I want to be here.” Miguel tried to stay.

“You’ll see her after you calm down, now go.” Jessica watched until she was sure they were gone.

You open your heavy eyes, wincing at the light in the room, “Jessica?”

“Welcome back. Took your time.”,

“What happened?”

“You went out and followed Gwen to Pavitr’s universe, and so did Miles and Hobie. But everything went haywire, and the ground under you collapsed. You fell a good number of floors. Hobie brought you back.” She explained.

“Miles… Where is he?”

“That’s not my place to say. I know Miguel is waiting outside, I’ll leave you two alone.”

“Thanks, Jessica.”

She leaves and Miguel practically runs in, taking the seat next to your bed.

“…Hi.” You say, sitting up.

“How are you feeling?” Miguel asked.

“Tired, confused… Not sure how to feel after but-“

“(Y/n), you’ve been unconscious for a few weeks. You didn’t just fall, you went in after I told you no.”

“You know I’m not going to stand by.”

“But none of this would’ve happened if you just stayed and done what I told you.”

“Why do you care? I thought your focus was on the multiverse?”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”

“But why?”

“Because-!” He takes a deep breath, “…I can’t lose another daughter. I never told you what happened but you know that I lost her. I wanted you to stay to the side all these times because every time I look at you, you’re so much like her. Losing you would be the day I snap.”

“I’m… Sorry that I remind you of her. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” You whisper.

“I know you didn’t, and I’m just happy that you’re happy.”

You smile, “Can I say something?”

“Of course.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

© 2023 Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copy, translated, or put my work on any other platform without my permission.

[heartpascal]

I'M EVEN MORE DEVASTED NOW 😭 (i just watched the new mandalorian ep and i'm not gonna say anything anymore) AND THEN YOU POST THAT 😭 I AM SO DEPRESSED AND DEVASTATED 😭

i'm gonna add more to that thought and what if— joel or tommy was awake?

"Look at me, kid. LOOK AT ME!" "Open your eyes, please!" "NO!"

AND MARIA NO! MY MOTHER! 😭 HER BEING IN DENIAL AND TELLING TOMMY TO TELL HER THAT IT'S NOT TRUE! MY HEART 💔🥀 AND WHAT IF LIKE THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE DINNER TOGETHER AFTER THE PATROL AND IT JUST GOES— MARIA ASKING WHERE SHE IS AND TOMMY JUST—

"Don't you dare say that." "Tell me it's not true. Tell me it's not fucking true, please!" "...Maria."

I AM DEVASTED! JESSE! 😭😭 (he's probably gonna see her soon but we ain't gonna talk about that) ELLIE AND JOEL 😭 joel and maria just lost another child and i can hear that one song going "i told you once, i can't do this again, do this again, oh." AND THE WHOLE FAMILY JUST AVENGING HER WITH TOMMY GOING FIRST 😭 I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! 😭

songs that makes me devasted about this:

• as the world caves in - matt maltese

(i can absolutely see this as the title name if you ever expand on it and just know it's gonna break my heart 💔)

• hold on - chord overstreet

• you said you'd grow old with me - michael schulte

• fourth of july - sufjan stevens

(am i bringing this back? yes, yes i am. specifically; "the evil, it spread like a fever ahead. it was night when you died, my firefly." and "the hospital asked, 'should the body be cast?' before i say goodbye, my star in the sky.")

• walked through hell - anson seabra

• remember me - coco

• sorrow - sleeping at last

• touch - sleeping at last

• it's quiet uptown - hamilton

(this song is making me fall apart—)

THE LAST OF US PART 2 SPOILERS

i am currently just putting that as like a blanket warning and then gonna do keep reading thingys so hopefully people who don’t wanna see don’t see!! ( THIS WAS BEFORE I WROTE… ALL THIS. )

omg yes shhh i’ve only watched episode 1 of season 3 so far oopsies. i have so little time for mando AGH i wish i had more >:( but i also neglected sm homework last week oops so my own fault really

no because if JOEL was awake? and he watched that happen? i genuinely don’t know what he’d do. there’s two options, one of which we heard of after sarah died, and the other being he goes mad for revenge. (let’s pretend abby didn’t use like. a fucking shotgun on his leg and it was recoverable, shhhhh)

TOMMY. he’d be so torn. i don’t know what he’d do either!!! they would just be so fucking despondent. like what is even the point if r is gone? what are they meant to do now? and if he had to watch? if he watched, and wasn’t able to do anything? can you imagine the pain he’d be in after locking eyes with r, wondering if r would ever forgive him for this? tommy would absolutely blame himself. would blame himself for letting reader on patrols at all, for helping abby, for trusting this group that they didn’t know, for doing nothing when reader needed him to do something, anything, the most

you saw how tommy reacted in part 2 when abby threatened ellie, how he fucking yelled and screamed at ellie to leave. can you imagine how much he would yell and scream at abby to just leave reader alone, to just stop, please, don’t do this to her, she didn’t do anything

can you imagine how tommy would react if he found out why abby did it? how joel would react? how ellie would react?

lets think about this for a minute actually, because ellie would NEVER forgive joel. she wouldn’t. because she already hated him for what he did at the hospital, she was just barely coming to forgive him for it, and now not only did he take that away from her, but his actions also led to reader being killed. joel would never ever forgive himself, but neither would ellie.

hell, if joel went to seattle for revenge, i don’t think he’d be coming back no matter the outcome. it has to be said. what does he have left, anyway?

my dear, sweet maria. she would be so torn after her initial denial, because god does she want to avenge reader, she wants to tear them all apart for what they did to her, but then there’s this baby who needs her. tommy would be long gone, by then, anyway. she couldn’t orphan her child. but what about you?

and the blame she’d have for joel, too, if she found out?

joel would be having the absolute WORST time.

your dialogue for maria’s reaction is so so accurate too, and you can really see tommy just looking at her, saying her name, because there’s nothing else he can say.

and when tommy and maria’s son grows up, and he’s wondering why his dad left, and he doesn’t understand because he can’t remember reader. he doesn’t remember her looking after him, only has the names on the chalkboard that’s still set up on the mantle of the home he shares with his mother only. because maria wouldn’t welcome tommy back after he left. couldn’t. a part of her resents him for not saving r too, although she’d never say it out loud.

i wanna talk about jesse more but this is already long i’m sorry HAHAH so i will move on to my favourite thing. SONGS!!!

as the world caves in — i’m an awful person for immediately thinking about how joel’s world litch rally caved in (via the golf club to r’s head…) OK BUT FOR REAL NOW. i love this song. it hurts so bad. for all of them, the world had already ended. they’re living in post apocalyptic times for gods sake. but this… this is worse. this is their actual world falling apart before their very eyes.

i cant talk about hold on because i think i will actually break down in sobs and cries. but agreed. that song hurts so bad

you said you’d grow old with me — these lyrics hurt particularly bad if you relate them to jesse i think. and ellie actually. “we had plans, we had visions, now i can't see ahead” i’m crying and sobbing. they’d both be so empty. they wouldn’t know what to do with themselves. and they’d remember so many things they forgot to tell reader :( “you've got your peace now, but what about me?” SOBBIIIIINGGG. actually look at all of these lyrics because they all fit so well and they ALL hurt.

fourth of july — may i just also add “what could i have said to raise you from the dead?” because it makes me sad. and as you SHOULD bring this one back. it hurts. also the repeated “why do you cry” hurts so bad because not only will all the characters be sobbing but also r didn’t want to die :(

walk through hell — all of you go and look at EVERY single song lyric here. because ouch. like i’m in pain rn listening to this

remember me — “remember me though i have to say goodbye” yelling crying screaming sobbing. and also “remember me each time you hear a sad guitar” joel coded joel coded joel coded. he never got to teach r how to play even though she wanted to learn (shhh) and that would haunt him forever i think. or however long he lived..

sorrow — OUCH. all of this just hurts and then you have this especially joel coded line “slowly, then all at once / a single loose thread / and it all comes undone” sobs he lost everything. also i think this song really fits with how like. lost and unsure everybody would be going forward like “i feel out of focus / or at least indisposed” TBE MORE I LOOK AT THE LYRICS THE MORE I COULD PICK OUT THAT FIT SO WELL. howl you know what you’re doing. i should be mad. i should be.

touch — “all i want is to flip a switch / before something breaks that cannot be fixed” need i say more? no. i needn’t. but i will. “predicting god as best he can / but god i wanna feel again”

it’s quiet uptown — howl im gonna need you to stop using hamilton against me please and thank you. but this song is maria coded. THERE I SAID IT. it’s maria coded! “you hold your child as tight as you can / and push away the unimaginable” her with her son after tommy leaves too. she’s so stuck on the fact that she couldn’t protect r that she worries she won’t be able to protect him either. she can’t lose a third child. AND MORE IMPORTANTLY. “i spend hours in the garden / i walk alone to the store” TO READER’S STORE!!! TO THE POTTERY SHOP!!! imagine the pain maria would feel when all the flowers outside have wilted away, unreplaced, and then she has to throw them away. she’s alone. she’s so alone. i’m in pain. with everybody off avenging r who’s their to mourn her? everybody forgets about your shop soon enough, except for her. she cleans the shop, sends her son to be looked after by someone she trusts, only for a little while. she can’t manage long. AND THEN THE SECOND PART IS TOMMY CODED. “if i could spare [her] life / if i could trade [her] life for mine / [she’d] be standing here right now / and you would smile and that would be enough” …… i’m going into hibernation actually. howl HOW COULD YOU.

[bleep-blop-lizard-hop]

Warrior Thought

Warrior S3E9

Father Jun AND Lai??? Noooooo 😭😭😭😭😭

THE WRITERS ARE EVIL THIS SEASON 

I can’t even be properly happy about Nellie returning after being MIA for three episodes!

The opening scene with Lai going after Dickland alone was nerve wracking! At least she killed the asshole henchman with the whip. We know Dickland was a soldier and trained with the sword. Lai is a badass, but she’s too angry and not strategic enough. I wish it was different, but Dickland is literally the final boss. He won’t be taken down this easily. The way he was taunting her and giving her sword back ughh the arrogance! 

Every time I see Ah Toy I’m like “ma’am why aren’t you looking for your daughter??” But I know it’s actually the writers fault. We don’t know Lai’s dead until Nellie brings her body back to Ah Toy. Imagine losing your vineyard, your wife breaking up with you, and suddenly your daughter’s dead body is dumped at your door. Ah Toy knows she can’t blame this one on Nellie. She brought Lai back to Chinatown and now she’s dead. Ah Toy and Nellie cleaning Lai’s body for burial.

Nellie: “She deserves Justice.”

Ah Toy: “Justice come in many ways.”

Nellie: “Yes.”

Ohhhhh hell yeah, they’re really doing this! Nellie doesn’t give a single fuck anymore! The system is rigged, time for Justice their way! Ah Toy and Nellie are ride or die for revenge together! I hope they kill that bastard painfully and avenge their girls!

I knew Father Jun was coming, but damn it didn’t hurt any less. Poor Young Jun! Their relationship wasn’t perfect, but they still loved each other. Even if Father Jun didn’t say it back. In the end, he became like Long Zhii. He didn’t want a slow, agonizing death. He fought for everything he had, and went out on his own terms. RIP to a Warrior legend. Chao gave a very beautiful eulogy at his funeral.

Yan Mi is arrested because Lee recognized her at the wedding. To her credit, she didn’t say anything about the Hop Wei. Instead, it’s Ah Sahm who betrays them to save her. But it was a difficult choice. Love vs Duty is one hell of a battle. Ah Sahm still care about Young Jun, but never belonged in a tong. He was literally bought by them, fresh off the boat. He just want to be a good guy and protect his people. I don’t think he’s getting on that train with Yan Mi, because he still need to complete his hero arc. Watching Ah Sahm and Young Jun’s relationship deteriorate like this is heartbreaking. We got one last scene with them together before all hell breaks loose.

Poor Hong in this episode! He just wanted to have a nice, romantic night with his bf at the gay club! But then he got hit on by a cop. The same cop who put a fucking gun to his head and beat up his people. Of course he would get triggered! NO fucking racist pigs at Pride!!! Then they broke up and it was sad. Ughhhhhhh why must they torture the gays???

Mai Ling and Li Yong going from marriage to divorce real quick. Mai Ling is afraid of him because she knows she made him do terrible shit. But this is literally LI YONG! He always did everything for her, he murdered his best friend/mentor for her! Now she’s treating him like the plague! Though maybe some of it is residual trauma from her first abusive marriage. Li Yong looks like he’s leaving the Long Zhii, so Mai Ling will be extremely vulnerable. 

Chao is confronted by Happy Jack’s crew and their new leader, Isaac. Chao being Chao, cuts a deal with them by spilling the location of the plates. Hop Wei, Long Zhi, Happy Isaac crew, and Secret Service…it’s gonna be a goddamn bloodbath! 

Bill literally fighting his way to a promotion as Police Chief.

I don’t like to talk about Leary but that bar brawl at the end! Made that guy eat wood and busted his jaw open! Daaaammn

Only one more episode left holy shit! Crying shaking throwing up! PLEASE let us have a season 4!!!

[oh-three]

Secret Invasion S1E5:

Ooh, ominous music.

Fury whispering into the president's ear as he's wheeled into the ER.

Oh god, yeah, Skrulls have definitely been exposed. Thanks, Gravik. Pagon. Talos 😭

Pagon's losing faith. 🤐

Oh, damn. Rip.

And Gravik doesn't even care about his soldiers, nice. faceless. Ouch, man. Gonna be funny when they all turn on you next episode.

I don't understand Gravik's plan, I'm confused.

What happens if Fury just shoots her. Gets Raava out of the way. She's a pain in the neck. Give us back our Rhodey.

Fury, you should've killed her when you broke into her hotel suite last episode.

On the bright side, the footage of Talos was out first. So. At least people might begin to speculate that it wasn't him.

Beto's become brave fast. Speaking out for everyone. Dude, he's gonna kill you.

HAHA

YES. KILL HIM.

Okay, Gravik is actually pretty terrifying ngl. And a bit unhinged, now.

Rip Beto.

G'iah and Fury meet-up! Does she know Talos is dead yet? Yep, apparently so.

"I ran away from my father because I knew he would lose." Fucking OW???

The casual "Oh, shit" at the sound of the sirens. He's really not that bothered about being wanted, is he? 😂

I can see some of the old Fury shining through again. That's a great sign.

Sonya being her chaotic self. I love her. 😂 Hey, that was a perfectly good house!!

I forgot she was merciless 😭😂

How the hell did Fury get Talos's body back anyway?

Quiet houses are so intimidating omg. Always remind me or murder scenes and jumpscares.

Raava, leave Ritson alone. How does he not suspect anything???

This guy a SHIELD agent??? He reminds me of Lance Hunter.

Goodbye, Talos. You did good. You did good. ❤

It is good to see Varra and G'iah talking though. They seem to be good for each other. I wonder how close they were before all of this.

SPEAKING OF JUMPSCARES IN QUIET HOUSES.

Fuck 'em up, G'iah.

Well done.

This dude looks kinda like President Snow. OH. Lmao. Fury 🙄.

We need to see those face disguising masks more often.

Sonya and Fury really should have been working together throughout all of this. They each know things the others don't.

The Avengers save Earth from Thanos and Fury sends in Skrulls to collect their blood?????? Really?? Why? Good going, man. You've gotten Hill and Talos killed, and for what?

"Skrulls like the cold." I didn't know that.

Do all of his fake graves do that????????

Yesssssss, he's pulling out the coat and eyepatch again. Fury, it's good to have you back.

Next episode is gonna be so good omg.

[trikruismybitch]

Story prompts for characters

Part 2

you can use them (tag me) even if you change the characters!

again please don't judge wrote this like when i was like 16/17 😭 not proofread

Wanda and Y/n are married. Natasha and Bucky are married. Natasha and Y/n are Bestfriend’s. Bucky and Wanda are Bestfriend’s. One day Bucky comes to Y/n with a folder telling her he found out that Natasha & Wanda had been having an affair and he knew Y/n wouldn’t believe him without evidence so he hired a PI (Fury my man) Basically they end up going on a double date (which they have done multiple times before) they drop the evidence and they both ask for a divorce. Saying that they could try to fight it but then they’ll make their affair public basically ruining their reputations. Bucky & Y/n never had the best relationship Y/n lowks always believing Nat could’ve done better but ends up telling him he’s a good man and he actually always deserved better then her ((Y/n always saw it from Nats POV not looking at the relationship from Buckys bc once she did she realized Nat took advantage of him and was selfish)) Bucky and Y/n end up deciding to travel the world together Y/n is a journalist and Bucky is a photographer. They end up becoming best friends with a strong bond. Can either end up dating or just becoming like family.

AU for And We Meet Again where Lexa is reincarnated. Y/n is one of Clarke’s old flings but is actually a really good friend of hers. Lexa is jealous until she learns she’s dating the one and only Raven Reyes

Y/n is close to everyone on the team. She’s pretty lively, has a dry sense of humor, will do anything she wants to do. The team love her and she’s an amazing addition to the team. Follows orders to a fault unless she disagrees with them bc she has no problem going toe-to-toe with Steve or Tony. Hell one time she disagreed with Natasha and they talked and Y/n changed her mind. (Which is a hard feat) Y/n seemingly seems perfect and the team can all collectively agree to it especially Wanda Maximoff, Y/n’s Bestfriend besides Peter and somehow Wade Wilson. Wanda is completely enamored with Y/n, her compassionate heart, strong will, and her ability to make the atmosphere lighter given any situation. The problem is Y/n is completely oblivious to it. Y/n’s is completely irrevocably in love with Wanda but she keeps is under wraps because Y/n genuinely believes she would never be good enough for Wanda, no matter how many people she saves or good deeds she does she just never believes she’d be good enough. Wanda overheard a conversation at “boys night plus Y/n” with Peter and Wade. Wade asks why Y/n hasn’t made a move on Wanda and Y/n scoffs “yeah I’d never do that” Wades confused bc he knows how much you care for her and it’s obvious to everyone that Wanda has feelings for you. “Your wrong Wade, Wanda doesn’t have feelings for me. And let’s pretend she did, I’m not good enough for her. She’d be better off with someone like Vision, I know he’s in love with her.

Reader has been classified as “emotional” by the team. Natasha has to do something with an ex on the team and the entire team didn’t tell Y/n about it. When she does find out Vision letting it slip infront of the team and she confronts them and Nat says “you couldn’t handle the truth so I withheld it from you” but Y/n fires back “It was for a mission, yes it would make me uncomfortable but I understand we have a job to do. The real reason you didn’t tell me is because you didn’t expect me to react in the way you wanted me to. This always happens you all lie and I have to find out from someone else. You all say we’re a team, a family? But all you do is lie.” She ends up leaving the avengers for Xaviers School.

Carol Danvers is a new member of the avengers, well sure the avengers were created bc of her but no biggie. Y/n L/n catches her eye. She works hard and plays harder. She’s either always with Sam and Bucky, Natasha and Steve, or alone reading a book in the many bay windows Carol ends up finding out Tony had specially made for her even going far enough to make one in his lab. Carols enamored problem is even though your very kind and friendly your extremely closed off. Carol tried her best and ends up finding out one of the reasons your the way you are is because of past relationships especially bc of one Wanda Maximoff. Apparently Y/n thought Wanda was the one until Wanda was caught in a love triangle with Vision and Y/n. Wanda didn’t know who to choose and In the end she choose Vision. Y/n was oblivious to the love triangle but ended up finding out when she walked in on Vision and Wanda kissing. Carol ends up being upfront with her intention with Y/n and woo’s her. Carol gets the shovel talk from everyone on the team, cue slightly jealous Wanda telling Carol to treat Y/n better then she could.

Carol Danvers x Reader. After the events of Captain marvel Carol meets Y/n an aspiring singer who’s friends with Maria. Carol ends comes back and forth between earth for a year before she gets called to a far away planet that needs help and she doesn’t know when or if she’ll be back. They breakup Carol comes back Avengers Endgame and finds out Y/n became a huge artist and her most famous song was about Carol ��Space Girl’. Y/n was a figure head in LGTQ+ rights and a huge activist. Carol comes and finds out Maria passed away and Y/n old but alive. Monica considers Y/n her other mom. Shortly after the snap that brings everyone back Y/n passes away saying she only held on for so long because Maria wanted her too.

R is a off duty marine but gets called in for a year long undercover mission. When R comes home R acts perfectly fine but she isn’t. Wanda suspects R’s cheating and enlists Natasha’s help. They track and see R at a restaurant with a man. The next day they follow her again and she goes into a building and only leaves an hour later running her hands through her hair. Wanda confronts R infront of the entire team while Natasha glares at her. Steve tells Wanda there wasn’t the place. R dragging Wanda to their shared bedroom. (based off of law n order scene)

Hope Mikaelson x Reader. Been Bestfriend’s since they were kids. R is in love with hope and hope basically strings R along. Based off of “That way” Tate McRae.

Character thinks R is cheating so as revenge they cheat in return but turns Reader was buying a engagement ring

Flipped Au Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Natasha and Y/n have broken up. Nats sad and when yelena finds out she heads over there but on her way she meets a cute girl in the bar and the have sex. So basically Yelena hooked up with y/n w/o knowing thats nats ex and y/n hooked up with Yelena not knowing that was nat's lil sister. Basically when they figure it out its a bunch of shit and they dont know if they should tell nat or not.

[selfcarecap]

Love Flower [p.p]

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

summary: You’ve read all about sex pollen online. You didn’t believe in it. But when you experience it first hand, that most definitely changes your mind. You even have to seek help from your best friend Peter to relieve the burn between your legs…

warning: dub con but only bc sex pollen (and it is both their first time while the reader is under the influence of sex pollen so keep that in mind! (but they do like each other soo- and she can think straight in my version of sex pollen lol (it‘s explained at the end😭)), smutty smut smut

word count: 4k

-repost of an old fic but it‘s quite good if i... may say so myself-

“Woah.” Your eyes sparkle as you spot the flower. Peter has to hold you tight by your arm so you don’t go off track.

“Is that what I think it is?” Peter asks.

“I’m certain it is. Let go of me.” His fingers loosen around your arm. You take a few steps forward.

“Why are you going near it then?” Peter freaks out behind you, unsure what to do.

“Do you think this is real?” You ask Peter. You’re in his room at the compound. He moved in after graduating high school. For one, he was honoured that Tony asked him out of all people. Who wouldn’t want to move in with a bunch of Avengers?

But the most important aspect of why he said yes to moving in to the compound was because of you. It meant he would see you multiple times a day. He’d be damned if he had said no to that.

Peter bends over the bed to look at what you’re showing him on your laptop screen. He sits down next to you.

“Se- woah... Sex pollen? What the hell are you looking at?” He asks, wide-eyed.

“It’s a special plant. Basically going near it, directly touching or smelling it, makes you go crazy horny. They’re used for semi-superhuman breeding or something. But in some communities it’s used as a drug or something.” You explain.

“Well, let’s hope we don’t stumble across it then.”

“Why not? I want this.” You idly scroll further down and read more of the article.

“You’re being serious? What’s so desirable about being so horny that you lose control over your body?” Peter gesticulates wildly, trying to understand where the hell you’re coming from.

“To me that sounds like heaven. But I don’t believe that it would work. Humans are animals, okay. But they’re not animals like that, you know?” He shakes his head.

“Other than animals like the ones out in nature, we have rationality. They are animalistic animals, but we’re rational animals. I can’t imagine that anything in the world will make me so horny that I want nothing more than to fuck someone. Not even that plant. So I’d want to put that to the test sometime.”

“Very philosophical.” Peter comments.

“What, wanting to be horny?”

“No, the part about the animalistic and rational animals, kind of, maybe, have to think about it.”

You didn’t really know what the hell you were talking about when you said that but Peter’s really into your theory. He looks like he’s truly racking his brain about it.

“Don’t bother your pretty head about it though. I’m just talking nonsense because I’m horny, so see you later.”

You kiss his cheek and leave the room.

The feeling of your lips lingers on his cheek to this day.

“Come back, we have a mission. We’re supposed to be fight-” An explosion from inside the building interrupts Peter.

A second later Tony flies out in his suit, cheering because the mission was successful.

“Mission’s over now. And it’s just a quick smell. I swear nothing is going to happen, you’ll see. I have a bad sense of smell anyway.” You assure Peter.

“No, wait!” You ignore Peter’s plea.

You take a few steps forward until you’re right in front of the plant. The fragrance is strong. It’s a mixture of all the sweetest things in life. Peter’s smell somewhere in there.

“Mmmh. That smells nice.” You hum.

“You know what it smells like now. Come back.” Peter steps forward, holding his bunched up mask over his mouth and nose. He drags you away from the plant.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” You lift your arms in the air, “That smell was... nice. I seriously need that as a perfume.”

Peter follows you slowly on your walk to the jet.

You’re up in the air. Everyone else is happy because the mission was a success. You feel weird.

“Sorry, can I sit there?” You ask Peter to stand up from his seat by the window.

“Yeah yeah sure. Are you sure you’re good?”

“I’m fine, thanks.” You look up at Peter for a second. Your irises have almost disappeared entirely. That’s how blown your pupils are.

Peter stares at you. You stare out of the window. Your let one of your hands hang between your legs. The other on your belly. Peter’s still staring at you.

“Are you waiting for something? Do you want to sit here after all?” You wonder.

“Uh no. No. You sit.”

Peter stops looking at you and goes to worry about you on the other side of the jet.

*

You arrive back at the compound and you try to get to your room as quick as possible. You jog through the hallway but once again Peter stops you. He holds you by your wrist and you involuntarily moan out loud. Not just Peter hears. Tony, Sam, Bucky, Steve, Nat and Bruce all look at you.

“Ow, I mean. I have a few scratches that hurt. Don’t touch me. Um, if anyone needs the bathroom on our floor, I’m going to shower and then I’ll have to take care of the uh scratches from… from walking through the woods so I’ll take a while.”

You escape before anyone can question that. You’re lucky that your suit is thick enough to conceal how fucking wet you are.

You’re also lucky that no one notices that there’s no way that a few twigs could scratch you through your suit.

Except for Peter. Because Peter was there with you. He knows there were no twigs or branches. You walked through some grass in a garden, if anything. A hydra garden, but there was nothing except that plant he warned you about…

-

You‘re not sure if it‘s ten minutes or an hour that you sit in the bathtub with the shower head between your legs. Uncontrollable sobs leave your mouth that sound more erotic than any porn you‘ve watched.

Your hand hurts from holding the shower head and as you share this floor with Peter, you realise he might also want to shower after a sweaty mission.

God, Peter. Under the shower. Naked.

You stop your thoughts from going there. You‘ve fallen victim to the magical attraction of the plant but you don‘t want your innocent angel boy Peter to become a victim of your dirty thoughts.

You tear yourself away from the stream of water to go to your room.

-

You‘re glad to have a vibrator that‘s small enough to fit inside you, but not hurt you. That‘s what you think at first.

But after the first orgasm you feel empty, despite the pink silicone still being fully inside of you, and before today you never even got it inside. You’ve never been this wet before.

Everything is so slippery and you‘re more than frustrated.

What the fuck do you do now?

The vibration from your phone on your bedside table makes you clench around your toy and you pick it up.

Message from Spiderboy: Hey is everything okay with your scratches and stuff?

You: We‘re friends right?

S: Of course why?

Y: And friends help each other yeah?

S: Yeah, you good?

Y: No

Y: I was wrong

S: Wow never thought I’d hear that

S: What happened? should I come to your room?

Y: Idk

S: ?

Y: Yeah but knock

Less than thirty seconds later, Peter knocks at your door.

You change into sleep shorts and a loose shirt and open the door.

The sight of Peter has never made you quite as happy as now.

“What’s wrong what- woah your heart is beating like crazy.” He uses his heightened senses. He knows something is up as he steps into your room. He knew something was up when you texted him.

“I know.” You say. You lock the door behind Peter.

You sit down on your bed with a wince.

Peter waits a moment before he sits down opposite of you.

“So, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“You know when you’re like super horny all day, but the good type, and then you come home and you finally get to masturbate and come and it’s like the best feeling ever?”

Peter’s cheeks become red as a tomato. “Oh, uh yeah sure, I’ve had that.”

“Yeah well, when I smelled that fucking plant, I thought it was going to be like that. Not for it to hurt so fucking much.” When you say the last three words you whine, and to Peter you sound just like a pornstar. He really has to contain himself here.

“It hurts? What exactly?”

“My nipples are super sore. And there’s this feeling, like really deep down in my belly. Apart from that I’m so fucking wet, you can’t even imagine,” He’s trying not to imagine it, at least, “But nothing is helping. I came in the shower, at least six times, and more in here but it’s not enough.”

Peter groans at the thought of you touching yourself. Right on the bed that he is currently sitting on, that you’ve masturbated on probably countless times, and he’s even slept in before.

“Fuck should we - should we get help, I‘m sure Tony or Bruce will know what to do?” He suggests.

“No! Are you crazy?”

Yeah but only about you, Peter thinks.

You’d rather die than tell Tony or Bruce about how horny you are.

“You will not do that, I need your help, Peter. You agreed, friends help each other.”

“What- what do you want me to do? I don‘t know anything about this.”

“Just…” You straddle Peter’s thighs. He doesn’t stop you. You put your hands on his shoulders and press your forehead against his.

“Just kiss me, Peter.”

He doesn’t wait. Peter places his lips on your open mouth. You kiss him until you no longer know which way up and which way down is.

You start grinding your hips against Peter’s leg, against the basketball shorts he’s wearing.

You weren’t lying when you told him he wouldn’t believe how wet you are.

“Fuck. S-sorry.” You pull away from him and lie back down on your pillows, so you’re half-sitting up.

“Sorry you have to witness this.” You tell him.

Your hand has slipped underneath your own shorts. You’re unashamedly rubbing circles between your legs. You have no idea what’s going through Peter’s head. He just sits there.

“You can go again. I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t think you can help me.” You close your eyes and wait until you hear your door shut again. But you don’t.

Peter’s still there.

“No I can, I’ll help you. Just tell me what to do.”

You sit up so you can talk to him properly.

“Have you ever fingered a woman?”

“No I’ve just, uh I mean I’ve watched, just a few times, watched porn.” He mumbles and you wonder how he can be shy while you’re basically fucking yourself with your fingers in front of him.

“First of all throw your fucking inhibitions out of the window. You don‘t have to be shy about watching porn, not in this fucking situation, and not around me anyway, ever.”

He nods.

“I know you‘re inexperienced but you better be a quick fucking learner.”

He’s definitely eager.

“Okay what should I do first? Can I take these off?” He’s pulling at your shorts.

“Yes, Peter. Everything. Take it all off, please.” Your neediness is coming back, more intense than ever.

First, Peter makes you slip out of your shirt. He gulps when he sees your naked chest. Your fingers start rubbing your nipples. You lift your hips, indicating to Peter to finally take off your shorts.

You’re so wet, it’s running down your thighs and Peter can smell you. He loves this.

He just stares for a moment.

“Fingers. I need your fingers, Peter. Mine aren’t as big as yours and mine aren’t enough.” You really do sound like a desperate porn actress right now, except that you’re not faking it.

“Yeah, okay. What, where-” He starts and you take one of his fingers and place it right where you need it.

“Now go as deep as you can.”

His finger enters you slowly, as not to hurt you but you buck your hips forward.

“And now?” He asks. He licks his lips.

“Now pull your finger out again- No! Not completely.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Just do that and I’ll rub my clit.” He pulls his finger out, not completely, and goes back in in a smooth motion. You’re so slippery everywhere. His finger keeps grazing the upper wall of your pussy and Peter keeps looking from your face, back to your body, back to your face.

“I need more, Peter.”

“Like, faster?”

“A second finger, please.”

You look so endlessly beautiful, not just now, and Peter could and would never deny you, so he adds another finger. You can already feel your climax building up.

“Fuck, Peter. I’m gonna cum.” His fingers move faster and you use the same rhythm on your clit.

“Fuck, back off, I think I’m gonna squirt.” You warn him.

“No, just let go.” He says and you do. You bask in the wave of euphoria that consumes you, even if just for a short moment.

You wait a few seconds to open your eyes.

Peter’s shirt is drenched in your warm release. His tongue darts out to lick off some that you squirted on his face.

The way you’re admiring Peter from below him makes him feel so damn invincible.

“You feel better yet?”

You shake your head and Peter’s face falls just a tiny bit.

“It was amazing. But I feel like it will never stop hurting. I need to cum again, please.”

He pulls his wet shirt off his body and lies down, pulling your thighs over his shoulders.

“Should I try with my tongue? Maybe that feels better.”

“Okay.”

Peter still doesn’t really know what he’s doing. But with how you’re grinding your pussy in his face, getting yourself off, his lack of skill isn’t obvious.

You have this aura around you that makes Peter fucking dizzy.

You cum on his face once more, it’s not quite as much as before, still. “Oh god sorr-”

“Don’t apologise. I know it’s probably the plant doing it to you, but it’s still an ego boost knowing I’m with you while you do that squirting thing.”

“I only do that with you. I’ve never squirted before.”

His whole upper body has a red tint now.

Despite the two heavenly orgasms Peter just gave you, you feel like you’ll never be satiated. You know there’s just one way to go.

“Peter, have you ever had sex?” You give him your most irresistible pout.

“No.”

You sit up, your chest against his. He’s about to give in.

“But I just said it. You’re basically on drugs with that plant. I shouldn’t even be here. I can’t have sex with you. Would it be your first time?” He asks.

“Yeah but-”

“I’m sorry, I know you’re in pain right now but I can’t. It wouldn’t be right, you’d just regret it afterwards.” He says, but deep down he wants nothing more than to say yes.

You feel the pressure behind your eyes. Does Peter not want you like you want him?

“I would do the same for you, Peter. You know I would.”

“Fuck.” He mutters. He gets to his knees and pulls the drawstring of his shorts, pulling them off his legs and his hard cock hits his lower abdomen.

“God, you’re big.” You grin, scooting closer to him. His hand wraps around his cock and he gives himself a few strokes.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me. I want you inside of me. Actually scrap that, I need you inside of me. It hurts so much, Peter.” You whine.

“I promise I’ll make it better. I’ll take care of you, I’m here for you.” He stops, thinking, “But do you have condoms?”

“In that drawer.” You tell him.

He opens the drawer from your nightstand. Along with a few scary-looking toys, he finds a bunch of condoms.

“Uh why do you have so many, I thought you haven’t had sex.”

“I haven’t, but I use sex toys when I’m by myself and the shop that sells them gives you free condoms with every purchase.”

“Hm, where is the shop-”

“Peter.”

“Oh, right.”

He positions himself above you, his hands either side of your head.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks.

“Please.” You whisper. You bring your head up so your lips touch. Even though Peter’s fingered and eaten you out tonight, nothing was ever as intense as this kiss. The first kiss you gave him earlier was just desperate. But there’s a hint of something more in this one.

Your tongues meet in slow, sensual kisses until you leak onto the bed and you’re reminded of the emptiness inside of you. You moan into Peter’s mouth and he bites your tongue when your fingers graze his cock, then wrapping around him and stroking.

“You ready?” He asks. You hum.

He sinks into you gradually. Peter’s never been as thankful for his Spider-Man stamina as he is now, because otherwise he’d be done for.

He goes slow to make sure he’s not hurting you, but it doesn’t hurt.

Peter worries once sobs start leaving your mouth, but they’re from pleasure.

It feels so goddamn good how Peter’s cock bumps against your g-spot while your finger rubs your clit.

It’s nearly overwhelming how good everything feels. All it takes is a look at Peter’s face and down his body, watching his cock disappear inside of you, and you’re coming.

You flutter around Peter’s cock and squeeze him so good that he orgasms too.

You’re both out of breath and Peter slumps down on you, careful not to squash you as his arms give out under him. He slowly rolls off of you, lying close to you still.

“Fuck, that was exhausting,” He breathes out, “But I mean I can go again, no problem if-”

“No I’m.. I feel good.” You raise your shoulders and use your arms to cover your chest.

“Is everything alright? Do you… regret what we just did? Fuck I shouldn’t have-”

“No no not at all, I don’t regret it, promise.” You reassure him, “Just um a bit embarrassed that you saw me like that.”

“No inhibitions, remember?” His hand strokes along your arm.

You’re both still naked, bodies glistening with sweat and Peter’s still admiring you.

“So you’re good? Satisfied?”

“Very, thank you, Peter.”

“So do you want to go shower?” You’re a sticky mess, so the answer is yes.

*

“I’ll let you go first.” Peter offers, in front of the bathroom.

“The shower is big enough to share. I mean after what just happened we can shower next to each other, can’t we?” You drag him into the bathroom with you. You let go of the bedsheet you held around you as a cover.

“Oh, okay yeah.”

You step into the shower and turn the water on, washing away the stickiness around your thighs first.

Peter’s watching you, but you’re too busy cleaning up.

“God, I’m sore. Can you get my back?” You only half-turn, to see Peter dropping his sheet and stepping into the shower behind you.

He takes your pink loofah sponge and starts massaging your back while you wash your hair.

This is not what Peter thought about when you said no inhibitions. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see you naked. But Peter’s completely hard again and you don’t even acknowledge it. Did you even notice? This is not ideal.

“Thanks. That felt good. Are you finished?” You ask, grabbing a towel and getting out of the shower. Peter doesn’t want you to know he’s hard and he turns his front to the wall. He doesn’t miss how your eyes go to his ass.

“I just need another minute or two to clean up. I’ll be out in a second.” He says and you go to your room to put on fresh pyjamas and change your bedsheets.

It’s been ten minutes and Peter still hasn’t come to your room. You text him,

You: You still showering?

Spiderboy: No

Y: Where are you then?

S: My room

Y: Why

S: Cause it’s my room

Y: Don’t you wanna come to my room?

A minute later there’s a knock on your door.

You have to limp to the door because of your earlier activities.

“If I had still been in the shower I couldn’t have answered your text, by the way.” That’s all he says.

He walks to your bed but doesn’t sit down.

“Thanks again, Peter. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.” You sit down on the bed. He smiles at you weakly.

“Sit down.” You order. He stares at the bed. His hand glides across the mattress. He sits down.

“Peter? What-what’s going on in your mind? You’re being awkward and surely after what just happened I should be the one behaving awkwardly. But I‘m not, because I trust you, so what‘s going on?”

“I don’t know. It’s just, we’re friends - we said that, right? Friends help each other and stuff. So we’re friends but we just had sex and I don’t know what that means for us.”

“Do you regret it?”

He shakes his head.

“Peter. Look at me.” He does, “When I first found out about that plant, and I googled, it said there’s two ways to be “cured” by the effect of that plant.

So one is the option of impregnation-” Peter’s eyes go wide.

“No no don’t worry that’s not the one. We used a condom, it’ll be fine. So the second option… is to sleep with someone that you love. It’s weird, I didn’t quite get it, but on Asgard they use it to unite two lovers, I don’t know. But it worked.” You don’t look him in the eye.

“So, like, what does that mean?”

“It means… that I love you. My body was acting up, but I could still think clearly. And I knew that I love you and that meant it would help.” This time you look at him. His eyes are locked on his lap.

“I know that you love me, friends love each other. That’s normal.” He fidgets with the string of his hoodie.

“So.. do you not want to be more than that? More than friends?” You’re back to not looking at him now.

He lets out a deep breath. “No inhibitions, so here we go, I want to be more than that. More than friends. How could I not? But I know that, for years, you’ve only seen me as a friend, of course someone as amazing as you wouldn’t love me like that.”

“But I do. Have for ages. Do you think I’d let a friend see me like that? Soaking my whole fucking bed? Do you think I would ask a friend to have sex with me? Besides, the thing with the plant, it wouldn’t have worked if I only loved you as a friend.” You explain. Now you’re finally locking eyes.

“For real?” Peter asks and you laugh.

“Yes.” You grin.

“For real, for real?” He asks and you grin wider.

“Yes for real, for real. I love you, Peter. As someone I want to be with, like in a relationship. And have awesome sex like we did today. Just not quite that desperate.”

“For real for real for real?” He asks and you want to kiss him silly.

“Peter if you ask that one more time I’ll kiss you until you’ve forgotten every word except my name.”

“For-” He doesn’t get to end his sentence. You straddle him despite the burn in your thighs and pin him to the mattress. You don’t know how much time goes by while you’re just making out with Peter.

“Oh and I love you too, by the way.”

[faroreswinds]

Asks for Three Hopes

For Claude blaming the church of everything in 3Hopes, do you know if these are conclusions he came to on his own or he heard Edelgard talk about it and was like “that makes sense”?

A little of column A, a little of column B. It SEEMS like mostly B, but I doubt it. There is a lot of text in this game and I haven’t learn all it’s secrets yet.

Can I just say that the devs apparently saying that this portrayal of the lords is what would happen with Byleth? COMPLETELY strips them of their characters, and makes it to where any of them are only halfway decent people because someone else made them that way. And by characters I of course mean specifically Claude.

Claude being willing to sacrifice his own people? Making Faerghus and Sreng fight each other? Killing Rhea and ignoring all of the mysteries he was always so curious about? Invading other nations? All of those things and more that fundamentally go against everything his 3H character stood for? Well, don't worry, he was actually ALWAYS like that and it's only because Byleth Stood There Once that he changes for the better! ZERO THINGS about his base character prevented him from committing these horrific, cruel actions, it was ONLY BYLETH that stopped him from dropping this low!

Like, honestly, how does that make ANY sense? Why is it that Edelgard and Dimitri are arguably BETTER without Byleth in Three Hopes and Claude is inarguably evil, when in 3H it's the OPPOSITE that's true? Where Edelgard and Dimitri can't succeed without Byleth while Claude is able to manage pretty decently without them? Why make his character SO dependent on whether Byleth is around when IN 3H he was one of the few characters that was mostly UNAFFECTED by Byleth's player pandering effect?

Sorry for ranting!! I just needed this off my chest 😭

No worries, rant away! Because it doesn’t make sense at all. It really doesn’t. 

The only thing that makes sense is the original idea of Claude not trusting the Church and even wanting Rhea dead at some point. And that’s it. After that? No.

Edelgard is noticeably nicer. So what... did Byleth make her just worse? Dimitri is actually like... a really, really good king. Hell, he even has a great support system. Better than Byleth ever offered! Wtf?

I don’t think the devs thought it through. They are pretty fucking dumb.

I hear Agarthan Myson(who now has a unique portrait - generic warlock with stubble!) leads Flèche to kill Claude on Golden Wildfire to avenge her brother.

His model has stubble! Not sure about the portrait, I can’t remember at the moment. 

But yeah, I think he does manipulate Fleche into trying to kill Claude. Poor Fleche. She’s a young fool.

wait is there actually lord supports with byleth in 3 hopes?

Yes-no. They all have a single support with each other. But you can only achieve them if you recruit Byleth and get banished to the “shadow realm”.

You know how it would have been a good way to make Claude not as moronic as he is in 3 Hopes and yet show how he'd do anything to stop the war? Keep it the same until last chapter, make a scene in which Edelgard is talking until she just... Drops dead. Claude then claims to the empire troops that the Alliance won't let them pass to Fhirdiad, and they have the option to either leave or fight. And the last chapter being a fight between the Alliance and the Empire (at which maybe the Kingdom joins?).

Idk I think it would have been interesting to see how much of the army would fight if Edelgard weren't there.

And if we need to keep the "All Lords need to be alive" for the secret ending, then the poison just renders her unconscious and Claude is going to basically abducts her so when she recovers her conscience she'll have to stop the war.

The thing is, I really like Claude being ruthless, but not to the point he's an idiot like in Three Hopes

@homeless-because-of-thanos

Nothing really to add. The writers didn’t need to make Claude drink the dumb dumb juice.

I really can’t tell if they purposely wrote him this way, knowing he’s wrong, or if they really wanted us to believe the Church is some evil and cruel force....

[ryder616]

Rewatching Melinda

You're worried that I don't understand your choice. Well, sometimes that's the price of doing the right thing. No one will understand, and it hurts like hell.

May was dealt an extremely lousy hand in Bahrain, one of those nightmare scenarios where there are only different degrees of bad options. Yet she didn’t hide behind the “I had no choice” defense, not with others and not with herself, no matter how much she regrets it (and we know exactly how much: it’s still her biggest regret almost a decade later), and even though she thinks it was the right choice to make, as the quote above makes it clear. But she fully aknowledges it as a choice - in 2x20 she’ll reiterate that she “made the call”  - and she would not have been almost destroyed by it otherwise.

So she removed herself from a position where she could be called upon to make another “call” of that magnitude again, a voluntary exile from the field - when working in the field meant so much to her that she planned to stay even after becoming a mother - that would have likely lasted much longer than six years had Fury not decided to resurrect Coulson.

Of course, since AoS loves to torture its characters, not only she is in that position again, she has already faced the possibility of history repeating itself with someone she loves three times now (Coulson, twice, and Skye) and Season 3 is just around the corner.😭

Director Deceptor:

The secrecy surrounding Theta Protocol - quite the fancy name for what is ultimately a project to fix a big ship - is perfectly justifiable from an operational point of view but why keep May out of the loop? She is second in command and a person so close to Coulson that he told her about his carving obsession and asked her to kill him if things got too bad and then take over as director. I suppose there’s an argument for the compartmentalization of information but it’s easy to see why May felt so betrayed.

Real S.H.I.E.L.D. of course thinks he’s ammassing powered people but for once their paranoia isn’t unjustified because that could be something he probably shouldn’t feel comfortable sharing with May. Fixing a helicarrier so Fury can grandstand when the Avengers need backup just doesn’t seem to have enough weight to it.

Mommy Dearest:

Jiaying will manipulate her daughter very ruthlessly but starts their relationship giving her back the agency that Cal took away in Puerto Rico: “I wanted to run to you the second I saw you, wrap you in my arms. -- Why didn't you? -- Because you were forced into going through the mist. Joining our people had to be your choice. You deserved that.”

She also helps Skye understanding and accepting her powers. And she tells her the true story of Bahrain. Or does she?

Jiaying knows the facts but misses all the context of what May faced in the warehouse. We, as the audience, see it, but she never did as she wasn’t in there. And all of her life experience tells her that S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn’t think much of “putting down” a dangerous person with powers.

And it’s not like she’s wrong about that. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents almost killed her daughter who is an agent and infinitely less malevolent and threatening than Katya was. So the truth as she knows it makes her point for Inhuman isolationism already. No need to spin it for her daughter’s detriment. I also don’t think she believes killing Katya was the wrong move. She says Katya had to be stopped but it was “her responsibility” which implies that she objects to S.H.I.E.L.D.’s involvement in the situation, not necessarily its outcome.

She’s Got the Powers:

Daisy moves a mountain, makes some music on purpose and glass confetti by mistake. Not bad for her first day of Inhuman school.

We also get this explanation of her powers, courtesy of Jiaying: “Everything's shaking already, vibrating at its own natural frequency. This stone, the wood in the trees...I believe you can learn to sense those frequencies around you and resonate with them so that not everything is shaking, only what you choose.”

This ability to sense the natural frequencies of everything around her and resonate (amplify) with them doesn’t apparently extend to alien swords that can insta-kill body-snatching fiends who align their atoms through harmonic resonance (resonant frequencies) and are vulnerable to its disruption.🤨 Or maybe she just forgot and nobody thought to ask her? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯��

Gotta Catch ‘Em All:

Eva Belyakov (shouldn’t it be Belyakova btw?), a 35 years old Russian Inhuman, was pursued by both S.H.I.E.L.D. and Russian Intelligence. Her superpower was enhanced strength, of the standard “smashes cars and throws people around” variety. S.H.I.E.L.D. considered her an Index candidate and was hoping to make her an asset. Her daughter Katya was able to sense and “leech off like a parasite” other people’s emotions and exert a form of mind control over them, all initiated by touch. This ability was too much for her young mind and she went insane.

Stuff that crossed my mind:

Yay, Andrew is back!

When you get back, maybe you and I can take a trip. Somewhere warm. I think this makes their eventual trip in between seasons the most belated vacation ever.

He's gonna be a hell-raiser. -- Not in my house. My house has rules. Hopefully those rules did not include no phone, no tv and a 7.30 curfew because that sounded a bit excessive.😄

You really leave your front door unlocked? -- I got the best security system in the world. His wife is an awesomely kickassing badass and he loves it.

Fury's quietly started a new initiative. Instead of this catch-and-release with powered people, we form a team, take Earth's mightiest to find out if they're heroes. It (Wa)s All Connected(tm)...

Well, I know you got the family-planning thing going on. -- I'm staying in the field. -- Good, 'cause you'd be great. And that way, we could keep working together. Aida really missed the boat on a much better AU than saving the girl and inadvertently triggering the fascist takeover: after a better outcome in Bahrain, May joins the Avenger Initiative, teams up with Natasha, pranks Starks and Cap relentlessly, swoons - very surreptitiously - over Thor and eventually saves Phil’s life. And at some point they pick up Daisy while she’s cosplaying around Stark Tower looking for avenues to hack into Jarvis and enlist FitzSimmons with extra cupcakes.😁

Let's hope Belyakov cooperates. -- And if she doesn't? -- Then I call in the Cavalry. Don’t call her...oh, right. You meant the boring kind of Cavalry. My bad.

Fitz has a lot of ideas. We're just making sure that he doesn't get any crazy ones. -- Like seeking out Coulson? Guys, that’s not even a 1 on the Fitz Scale of Ideas, crazy or otherwise.

Coulson doesn't bore me with the details of every little operation. Well, I’m no Bobbi but even I could tell you were covering a huge “HE DID WHAT?!!” there.

We're not talking a few black-bag operations. Take your entire current budget and match it with this one program. Okay, but their budget didn’t even allow Coulson to fly business so how much are we really talking here? 😁

I want to know where you’re from. Did you make friends there? This is such a mom question. I was half expecting her to ask if she was eating well and if she had packed heavier clothes after that. 😂

[S.H.I.E.L.D.] are like family. Or they were. -- Until you changed? They sent agents after you. -- I don’t know what happened. I know I impaled a guy. -- Who shot at you. -- No. I lost control. Yeah, you did, but don’t feel bad...it was very entertaining!

Agent O’Brien, be sure they don’t interfere. Unless he had a twin or a clone, O’Brien made it unscathed through the following seven years of S.H.I.E.L.D as the same actor is one of the two agents trailing Fitz in the tag scene. If memory serves, he will also be among the agents turned into Primitives in 3x21. So enjoy life while you can, O’Brien?

I don't think Coulson's a bad guy. But a secret as big as Theta Protocol...I can't ignore that. Whatever he's doing, it needs to be out in the light of day. This isn’t unreasonable. You guys should have led with this.

[Skye] got everything and I got thorns. Heh, I wouldn’t envy her too much... Although she’ll live and you won’t, so there’s that.

What's wrong? -- Nothing. That's just it. Everything is great here. It feels like home, which never ends well. [...] Something bad happens every time I feel settled somewhere. [...] S.H.I.E.L.D. was the closest I ever came to having a family. I belonged there, saw what I could be. Even that ended with agents hunting me through the woods. Yeah. *heavy sigh*. It’s not easy being Daisy.😞

We’re not gonna turn on you or abandon you. You had to say it... 😩 Ward told her the same thing in 1x03.

After your father pieced me back together, we scoured the Earth. We were ruthless in hunting for you. One morning, I woke up, and I barely recognized myself. Your father was buried in the new, horrible man he had become. He couldn't admit that our baby was gone. I thought I had to accept it. I'm so sorry. My sweet angel. I thought if I couldn't find you, maybe I could help protect others, so I came here. It’s hard to reconcile this woman who is so self-aware and upfront with the one who will be ready to kickstart a genocide and kill her own daughter.

Ah, May! Thank God you're back. Everybody keeps leaving. Reminder that Jemma was all alone there for a while, with nobody she could talk to or fully trust. Not as bad as her early adventure at Nazi Central but not fun either. Also May’s reactions to hugs are always something to look forward to.

They weren't too harsh on that awful ship? -- No, they were very fair. Having dragged Real S.H.I.E.L.D. for three write-ups, I have to admit they were indeed extremely fair and trustful with her. Since I’m petty, I’m crediting it all to Bobbi’s influence.😄

I've been through a lot with Coulson. He doesn't go off the reservation without a good reason. Did he have a good reason not to tell you, though? Jury’s out.

I can do this. It's all about slipping in and pulling them out. Oh, that’s it, uh? I see where your padawan gets it from now...

Oh, what are we saying this time? Nuclear? Bio? Eh, Bio always works. [...] A biological weapon was set off! Nasty stuff, flesh eating [...] -- Did you say “biological weapon”? -- Yes, I did. 🤣 🤣

You’re going in alone? Babe. -- Drew, they have a little girl. -- Okay. You’ve done this before. You always come home. [...] Do good, Melinda. but come home. She’ll make it through but she’ll never really “come home”. 😭😭

Bobbi wasn't lying, May. It's a whole other life. And -- What is it? -- Coulson met with your ex-husband. They've been consulting for a while. *Ouch*. It’s not what it looks like! Or, it is what it looks like, but it’s not what you think!

We think he's building another base, for powered people. In my opinion, Coulson's determined to explore people with powers. He's been on the front lines of it his whole career [...] --  Why blow up the alien city? -- Well, why go there at all? Mack, what do you mean “why”? Hydra? The Obelisk everyone thought was a superweapon? Potential mass-murdering? Am I ringing any bell here?

Oh, hi Ethan. I’d say “enjoy your trip” but... 🥶

My rules must be enforced. People have died when the process for selection and training has been ignored. -- But I already skipped that process. -- And I protected you from the swift response that usually brings. Yeah, it doesn’t sound like Katya’s chances of survival would have improved much if the Inhumans had caught up with her before S.H.I.E.L.D. did.

Hey, every agent who walked out of that building is alive because of you. -- The girl. I couldn't save her. She didn't understand. I tried. -- It's all right. You have to let the girl go, Melinda. Let the girl go. This last part of the speech we already knew from 1x09, possibly the most underrated episode of AoS.

I learned who my mother was today, and she taught me things. I've never had that before. That was possible because of you. And wasn’t this just the perfect thing to tell him? Well done, Daisy.

Wait. '88? I'm 26? That's so messed up. Yes, you’ll be a wrinkly old hag 10 months sooner now. /nudge Fitz

It's not a dream. Episode 2.17 and we finally have a true Clairvoyant in action.

Fitz? How did you open Fury's toolbox? -- Don't worry. It's safe. I stole it first. - You stole it? Fitz, you're amazing. I love how proud Fitz sounds that they stole the toolbox. And I think this was big for him, the first time on a mission all on his own.

Note: I think Tumblr ate the tags or something but if you made it this far you’ll probably be interested to know that I didn’t skip Afterlife and you can read it here. 😊

[lovelybarnes]

“What about the fucking geese?”You pause for a second. “The geese?”“And the elevator.”“What the hell are you talking about?” The confusion on your face is apparent. “What geese and elevator? I have no idea what you’re saying right now.”“Everything’s been a mess today,” he grumbles. “I don’t know what’s real or not.”“I swear I had nothing to do with it other than what I mentioned.” There’s indignation on your features that quickly gives way to delight. “Holy shit, did I just accidentally invent portable bad luck?”“Have a good day.” You smile and lean far back. Too far. It looks like you’re almost going to fall out of the chair.

“How are ya?” He doesn’t miss a beat in asking, even though he’s exhausted.

i love him sm only he asks a voice how its doing i don’t know if i’m reading too much into this or what but to me, this points out how not used to all the new tech and stuff he is

“Could you send a text to Y/N and ask if we can push it to the next day?” His muscles feel sore and God, he could definitely use a hot shower but all of that becomes secondary the minute he feels the sheets under him.

wait reschedule her evil plans 😭 like, “oh i had ‘take over the world’ on friday, but if you’re busy...”

“Does the finger have a ring at lea- oh hello?” You raise an eyebrow at the sight of him. “You look different.” “No wait, it’s the beard.” You snap your fingers in realisation, completely ignoring his comment. “You trimmed it.” His comeback dies down in his throat. That didn’t take you very long for you to figure out.

the attention she pays to him makes me so happy

“Just lookin’ out for you, Bucko,” you huff, adjusting your grip on your device. “Need to keep my favourite senior citizen safe.”

steve is crying right now :(

“Why do you care?” He’s sure anyone who saw the dumb tug-of-war you both were playing would just automatically assume he was an absolute manchild, not an Avenger.

i love these scenes jfdkhjs

“Have a good day.” You smile and lean far back. Too far. It looks like you’re almost going to fall out of the chair.

i can’t express how much i love her omg these little details are so funny to me

He chokes immediately. Because either he was losing his mind or his order had somehow got switched from ‘no sugar’ to ‘diabetes in a cup’.

y/n is a genius how did she MAKE bad luck tony stark should hire her

He makes a sharp turn at a corner, still thinking about his options when his ankle abruptly twists under him. He stumbles rather ungracefully, almost hitting the ground, but manages to save himself through the newly built up immunity he has towards falling thanks to all his encounters with you. His gaze lands on his hardcore combat boots. Their laces had come undone.

please isn’t he like a highly trained assassin 😭 and the fact he’s built an immunity because of his interactions with y/n 

He fucking trips again. “Are you serious?” he says furiously under his breath. “Cut it out.”

i can’t breathe is he talking to his shoelaces

The goose turns to Bucky. With no one else to blame for the sudden attack, it logically launches itself at him. His smile drops. He gets up in a rush. The dumb bird nearly comes for his head, but he deflects with his metal arm. “I didn’t even do anything.” He swats at it swiftly, trying not to cause any real damage. The goose, understandably, does not speak English.

The goose honks angrily at him. He scowls at it, not exactly pleased with the reminder that these fucking overgrown ducks were constantly bloodthirsty.

this whole scene has me in tears, can you imagine the all feared winter soldier telling geese to stop attacking him

“Despicable Me was kinda fun.” He wants to kill himself. “I mean, it’s the last one I saw.”

bucky only being able to think of despicable me of his favorite movie is giving me life

The lights turn off and everything comes to a standstill. His foot stops tapping. He should have known. He should have fucking known. Thirty seconds pass. He’s still in pitch darkness with the elevator showing no signs of moving.

THE ELEVATOR STOPPED HE WAS SO CLOSE FKJFS

“Okay.” You lift your hand up, extending it towards his face. He waits for you to do something. You flick him on the forehead. “There,” you declare, going back to your previous position. “you’re cured.”

her cure is a flick on the forehead, i can imagine how he was expecting this whole show and she just, flick

You laugh. “Dude. I was fucking with you.”

SHE WAS KIDDING JDSJ WHAT

“You know,” you begin when he doesn’t reply, “taking the sugar packets, switching your coffee order when you were looking under the table, took your place when you left, the shoelaces.” “The shoelaces?” “Yeah.” You nod. “That’s the other ray gun you saw this morning. Unties your shoelaces. I stopped after that because I thought you figured it out.” His face scrunches in puzzlement. “I mean, you looked right at me and told me to cut it out.” [...] “You were the one in the hoodie and sunglasses.” “I just followed the Avengers’ code of disguise.” You shrug. “Turns out it kinda works. Also teleportation. So helpful.”

she made a shoelace untying device to fuck with bucky?? i love her so much oh my god

“What about the fucking geese?” You pause for a second. “The geese?” “And the elevator.” “What the hell are you talking about?” The confusion on your face is apparent. “What geese and elevator? I have no idea what you’re saying right now.” “It wasn’t an inator?” [...] “No, it wasn- did you get vibe checked by a goose at the park?” You stifle a laugh when you notice a stray feather on his thigh. “What does that even mean?” he asks in despair. “I can see why it attacked you. You got bad juju.” You raise an eyebrow. “Maybe if you stop staring so much-”

first of all, the geese attack was just something that happened? to bucky?? randomly?? i can’t even explain the absolute joy that brings me- second of all, i just KNOW she’s the cool teacher, i know it

You tie a small bracelet around his wrist. It has a few beads, which he realises represent the colours of the solar system. “Keep that for good luck.” You pat it gently after securing it. “I think you just had a bad day; those don’t last very long. Do you want to charge your phone before you leave?”

oh my god that is the cutest thing ever

“I’m not evil all the time.” You huff. “My hours are in the morning.”

being evil is like a part time job (im understanding)

your writing is IMMACULATE, i am in love with how you string words together and i want to thank you for making me laugh so much

if you're taking ideas for harmless drabbles, i'd love to see one of bucky on one of those dates he mentioned and reader's shenanigans. if you aren't, feel free to ignore this!

a/n: are we really going to let a word limit define what a drabble is? is the vibe and spirit not enough? i say this bc this is 5.7k words long im so sorry. also hey thank you to everyone who piped in with their knowledge of violent geese and how apartment security works in new york!! also thanks to my bby @spiderrpcrker for reading this and telling me to publish this bc i wasnt going to fkjghfkj

warning: swearing, bad luck, dates, frustrated bucky, anxiety, mentions of gore but like only a sentence

Catch up with the rest of the series here: Harmless Masterlist

Bucky returns only two weeks later. His mission lasted longer than expected and all he wants is to lie down and sleep for forty eight hours straight.

“FRIDAY?” he mumbles, kicking off his shoes. His jacket had already been discarded by his bedroom door when he walked in.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?”

“How are ya?” He doesn’t miss a beat in asking, even though he’s exhausted.

“As good as ever. Did you have a successful mission?”

“If by successful you mean one sprained limb instead of two, then yeah.” He wasn’t really cribbing. His ankle was already starting to heal anyway and it was worth the roundhouse kick to a Nazi's face. “Do I have anything scheduled for this weekend?”

“You have a meeting on your calendar scheduled for this Saturday.”

“Could you send a text to Y/N and ask if we can push it to the next day?” His muscles feel sore and God, he could definitely use a hot shower but all of that becomes secondary the minute he feels the sheets under him.

“Would you like me to reschedule the another one as well?”

“What’s that?” He opens one eye in confusion. “There’s another one?”

“It’s on Sunday. You’ve labelled it ‘date’.”

Ah, fuck.

“Would you like me to change it?” FRIDAY never sounds like she’s judging him, which is nice. It also reminds him about how she, as an AI, can’t judge him, which is a rude wake-up call to how he doesn’t have friends.

“No,” his voice is muffled against the pillow, “no, let it be. Where is it again?”

“You’ve only specified diner, Sergeant Barnes.”

Public space, daytime, plenty of escape routes. Good on his less delirious self for selecting a diner.

“Thanks FRIDAY.” Now that he’s a little more relaxed, he can feel himself slip in and out of consciousness.

“One last thing," her automated voice commands his attention again. "Y/N replied. She says sure and to take care.”

“Yay.” Not even a second later he’s out like a light.

____

“Did you bring me any souvenirs?” Is the first thing he hears as he marches into your lair.

“What could I possibly get you?”

“A postcard, a t-shirt.” You don’t look up from your tinkering.

“Decapitated finger, used bullets,” he continues, “cement blocks.”

“Ew.” You snap the lid shut on the thing you’re working on, spinning around on your chair. "That's not nearly romantic enough."

“That’s all you’re going to get from a Russian underground bunker.” He does a mini jog up the stairs of the platform to where you are.

“Does the finger have a ring at lea- oh hello?” You raise an eyebrow at the sight of him. “You look different.”

He peers down. Outfit was still all black. As always.

“Not your clothes, dummy,” you interrupt, making him look back at you. “Your face. What’d you do?”

He unconsciously raises a hand to his cheek.

“Did you wash your face? Is that it?” you squint at him. “Has it been a few months since the last time?”

“Wow, you’re so funny,” he drawls sarcastically.  “Top tier comedian right there.”

“No wait, it’s the beard.” You snap your fingers in realisation, completely ignoring his comment. “You trimmed it.”

“So what if I did?” He leans on your table.

“You going somewhere?” you ask, elastic snapping against your hands as you remove your gloves.

“It’s none of your busi-”

“Hold on a second.” A sly smile begins to make its way onto your face. “Are you going on a date, Bucky Barnes?”

His comeback dies down in his throat. That didn’t take you very long for you to figure out.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” You look smug, to say the least.

“Shut up.” A ray of light glistening distracts him. He traces it to the thing you were working on earlier.

“Where are you guys going?” You cross your arm across your chest, a small smirk on your face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” It’s a silver box, engraved intricately with swirls that, when he observes carefully, looks like a skull. Wow, terrifying.

“I’m literally asking you.”

“What are those?” He shifts the conversation towards a more productive angle instead.

“Evil in a box and some other stuff.” You shrug offhandedly. “Is it a lunch date or just coffee?”

“Like Pandora’s Box?”

“A discount version, sure,” you confirmed impatiently. “Stop changing the topic, listen to me.”

He tilts his head, waiting for you to continue.

“Do you need a chaperone?” The sincerity in your voice for such a bullshit question has him scoffing.

“Good God- no, I do not need a chaperone. I’m 106 years old, I can go out unsupervised.” He reaches over and plucks the box off your table.

“Sir, you’re a geriatric."

“What are those?” He points to a few ray odd ray guns.

“Minor stuff you don’t have to worry about right now.”

He shakes the box in his hand. “What’s gonna happen if I open this?”

“Very bad things,” you whispered ominously before your volume returns to normal. “How’d you meet this person? Online?”

“She’s Natasha’s friend.” He turns the box over, seeing a small latch at the side. “What bad things?”

“Bad luck and misery. Don’t play with it, it’s dangerous.” You pull the box away from him. “Aw, is it a blind date?”

“Why do you care so much?” he shoots back, tugging the box back towards him.

“Just lookin’ out for you, Bucko,” you huff, adjusting your grip on your device. “Need to keep my favourite senior citizen safe.”

“I have a vibranium arm.” Whose force he could use to grab the box once and for all, but wasn’t. “I think I’ll be fine.”

“What if she has one too, huh? Then what?”

“She doesn’t.” As far as he knows, he’s the only one alive with a metal appendage made out of the strongest metal in the world. That could very well change by tomorrow but he's keeping the title for now.

“But what if she does? I swear to- stop trying to take the box!” You pull a little more forcefully, but he doesn’t relent.

“I want this to get over before this evening.”

“What time’s your date?”

“Why do you care?” He’s sure anyone who saw the dumb tug-of-war you both were playing would just automatically assume he was an absolute manchild, not an Avenger.

“Because.” You don’t explain further. “Tell me what time your date is, you weirdo.”

“Five o’clock, now let go.”

“Fine,” you say, suddenly loosening your grip. Clearly, it doesn't make much of a difference since he isn't struggling to keep his balance from the sudden loss of force.

“Fine.” He clears his throat, straightening up. 

You don’t say anything. He doesn’t either.

A putrid smell creeps into his nose, one all too similar to spoiled milk and decaying seaweed. He has to physically stop himself from gagging.

“Have a good day.” You smile and lean far back. Too far. It looks like you're almost going to fall out of the chair.

Through the tears that are threatening to line his eyelids he looks down at the box whose latch you somehow managed to lift, leaving the box open.

“What the fuck is this?” He coughs, swatting at the air in front of him to clear it.

“I told you; bad luck in a box.”

“You can’t scientifically create bad luck, that’s bullshit.” He tosses the box back onto your table. You watch it slide past you, not making any effort to stop it. “What is it really?”

“I’m not lying.” You pull open a drawer, brandishing a small table fan that you set down beside you. “If you open it, you’re going to have terrible luck for the day.”

He glowers at you when you turn the fan on, forcing the fumes back towards him.

“Besides, that’s all I was doing today.” You kick your feet up. “So you can leave now.”

He doesn’t care if you’re lying about not having anything else to do today. You could burn down the world if you wanted to but he needs to take a stupid shower. Again.

“You’re the fuckin’ worst.” He tries airing out his shirt, hoping that the smell would dissipate as soon as possible.

“Have fun on your date, sarge!” you encourage him as he stalks out of the lair. “Remember to wrap it befo-”

He turns it into a sprint before you can finish.

____

Six hours later and he’s absolutely convinced he fucked up.

He isn’t used to having his weekends free.

He realises that this is the first time in months that he’s actually stepped out of the Tower for something that wasn’t directly mission-related. He should probably get some air. Touch some grass. See the sun.

His shirt thankfully manages to rid itself of the odour from the dumb box so he didn’t have to go take a shower. With nothing much planned and a few hours to spare, he heads to the coffee shop instead.

It’s a small place, bustling and alive with a crowd of people. They have a little bookshelf that usually is full of books donated by patrons, free for anyone to read.

The barista smiles at him. The coffee costs more than his high school education. He awkwardly smiles back.

He’s not a regular, but they’ve seen him enough times to know that he usually asks for black coffee in a to-go cup, later adding a sugar or two according to his own taste. They're nice to him, occasionally throwing in a cookie or something on the house. He can't tell if it's because of the Avenger status or the sizeable tip he leaves.

He picks up a random book from the shelf, fully intending not to read it but to just sit there and think. The book acted as a shield for his resting bitch face, resting murder face and his resting rage face. More often than not, a good combination of the three.

He sets the coffee down at the corner table he manages to nab in a quick second, along with the two sachets of sugar.

“Is this seat taken?” Someone asks from beside him. He earnestly shakes his head in a ‘no’, gesturing for them to take it.

They give him a quick thanks and drag the chair away from his table.

He does a quick overlook of the book he picked up.

The Princess Diaries by Meg Cabot.

Well now he’s too anxious to put it back. YA fiction it is.

He reaches for the sugar while glossing over the summary. He reaches a little further when it doesn’t come to his hand immediately, blindly running his fingers across the table.

Bucky peeks over the book, eyebrows knitting together when he notices that they’re missing.

He was sure he picked it up.

He looks underneath the table. It wasn’t there, neither under his seat. Strange, but okay. He picks up the book and the cup, walking back to the station to grab two sugars.

This time he makes sure to tuck it into his pocket, double-checking before going back to his table.

Which was now occupied. He wanted to groan.

His mind automatically reverts back to the box from that morning.

“Come on,” he scoffs quietly to himself. It was a coincidence. “Get yourself together.”

“A seat at the counter just cleared up,” the barista from earlier offers when she sees him standing in the middle of the store.

See? Good luck.

He shoots her a grateful look, venturing over to the barstool to take his place. It’s not the most comfortable, but then again, he wasn’t planning to stay there for very long.

He empties the sugar into the coffee, stirring slowly before opening a random page in the book.

He takes a long sip, ignoring how hot the drink was.

He chokes immediately. Because either he was losing his mind or his order had somehow got switched from ‘no sugar’ to ‘diabetes in a cup’.

He takes another small sip and his face immediately twists in disgust. Definitely too sweet. The sweetener he added only made it worse.

He catches the eye of the barista. She looks on in concern.

“Is everything okay?”

Fuck.

He’s not one to make a scene. He just wants to live as imperceptibly as he could.

“Yep.” The sweetness sticks to the back of his throat. “All good.”

He just closes his eyes and downs the rest of it without thinking twice, trying to hide the grimace in his face. He gives her a weak thumbs up. She doesn't look convinced.

He leaves the shop soon after, hands shoved in his pocket. Maybe he could go sit by the lake at Central Park, watch the clouds. It reminded Bucky of the lake in front of his hut in Wakanda and the hours he'd sit in front of it, feet dipped into the water as his goats fed. He misses it.

He makes a sharp turn at a corner, still thinking about his options when his ankle abruptly twists under him.

He stumbles rather ungracefully, almost hitting the ground, but manages to save himself through the newly built up immunity he has towards falling thanks to all his encounters with you.

His gaze lands on his hardcore combat boots. Their laces had come undone.

Now he just knew that was horseshit. He always double knots them; they had never loosened in the past before.

The box.

He shoves the thought out of his head, crouching down to tie them again. He tugs on them to make sure they’re secure before standing up again.

Central Park is a few blocks away but he’s glad he didn’t bring his bike. The weather was rather nice and the wind in his hair felt good.

He wanders around the park for a while, looking for the lake. He pauses at a board with a map of the park on it, assessing how far it was.

Once he's ascertained which path to go towards, he turns on his heel to go.

He fucking trips again.

“Are you serious?” he says furiously under his breath. “Cut it out.”

He’s half-convinced that he should tie it around his ankle like a sexy lace-up set of heels. He ties a triple knot this time, glares at it until he’s sure it’s fine and checks to see if anyone saw him humiliate himself.

Only a person on a nearby bench who looked like they were passed out drunk, given that their hoodie and sunglasses clad self was slumped over.

No witnesses. No 'You won't BELIEVE what the Winter Soldier did! Critics say it's his biggest blunder yet!' articles the next day on social media.

He manages to make it to the lake in one piece and no more falls, partly because he keeps his eyes fixed on his shoes to ensure no fuckery occurs.

There are a few people rowing and plenty of others lining the bank at scattered locations. There’s a mom and her kid at the place he ends up. She sends him a small smile in greeting and he returns the favour.

There’s a secluded bench that he takes a place on, letting out a small sigh. If he ignores the traffic and the skateboarders and the people in general, it’s actually kind of peaceful.

There are geese and their little goslings swimming around the water close to the shore. Maybe he should have brought some birdseed. Or kale.

The kid beside him is busy fashioning something out of leaves, only occasionally erupting into giggles when it doesn't pan out. His mom watches him fondly, pointing at twigs he could use. Everything seems kind of picture-perfect and his body automatically relaxes, easing further into the seat and closing his eyes for a second.

Until there's a large splash and loud distressed honking. He whips his head around to find the same kid staring straight ahead at the goose with a wide grin. His mother curses quietly, picking herself up off the ground and grabbing his hand, half chastising him for throwing something at an animal and half urging him to walk faster.

The goose turns to Bucky. With no one else to blame for the sudden attack, it logically launches itself at him. His smile drops.

He gets up in a rush. The dumb bird nearly comes for his head, but he deflects with his metal arm.

“I didn’t even do anything.” He swats at it swiftly, trying not to cause any real damage. The goose, understandably, does not speak English.

He flinches when one of them bites at his knee. He can punt it to the sun but he doesn’t want to.

“Stop that.” He sticks his hand out to shove the stupid thing away, retreating back to the road. “Jesus, why are you so aggressive?”

Among the barrage of feathers showering on him, he prays his damn shoelace doesn’t unravel as he shields his head with one arm, the other fending himself while he moves hurriedly away.

The goose honks angrily at him. He scowls at it, not exactly pleased with the reminder that these fucking overgrown ducks were constantly bloodthirsty.

It doesn’t leave him alone till he’s significantly away from where he was sitting. He wants to call it a profanity but that’d probably piss it off more.

The box and its effects were definitely starting to feel real.

Fuck it, no more day out for him. The best plan he can think of is to just go to the diner he’s supposed to meet his date at.

The waiter greets him with a courteous nod, which Bucky can only imagine was the best he could muster when a dishevelled 200-pound man walks in covered in goose feathers and irritation.

He won't admit that he’s too scared to eat lunch at this point because he can’t rule out food poisoning. He spends the next two hours on his phone playing Fruit Ninja and plucking feathers that accented his all-black outfit.

Several glasses of water later and a second before he’s about to beat his high score, someone taps on his shoulder, breaking him out of his concentration.

Motherfu-

He clenches his eye shut, inhaling deeply before turning around.

“James?”

“Hey, yeah, that’s me.” Bucky almost falls over the table with how fast he stands up, clearly underestimating his size. “Leah?”

“Hi.” She smiles and he finds himself smiling nervously along with her.

“Hi.” He steps out to pull out her chair for her and she laughs. "Nice to meet you."

“How long have you been waiting here?” she asks while setting down her bag.

“Around ten minutes.” He clears his throat to hopefully hide the fact that he was lying through his teeth.

“Just give me a second, I need to tell my friend I reached,” Leah pulls out her phone and he nods.

“Another glass of water for you?” The waiter seems less enthusiastic about Bucky’s 8th refill.

“Yes,” he answers, hoping he doesn’t call him out on it, “please.”

“You must be really dehydrated."

Bucky turns to look at him slowly. “I like the taste.”

He can’t really blame the guy. Bucky’s been there for hours without ordering anything solid, just leaching off their free water and complimentary breadbasket.

“So, James.” She tosses her phone back into her bag, leaning forward on her palms easily. “Tell me about yourself.”

He had rehearsed this a million times. He could do this.

“I, uh,-”

“Menu?” Okay, so someone clearly had a vendetta against him.

“Thank you.” She takes it with a smile.

His morning debacle with the coffee flashes through his mind. Suddenly the idea of a diner didn’t seem so smart.

However, she’s already placed her order and George is standing beside him expectantly, daring him to ask for another glass of water, so he places his usual order and hopes that your stupid bad luck thing wore off.

He quickly learns that his date is laid back, and it isn’t hard to fall into a rhythm with her even though she’s the one asking most of the questions.

“How’d you meet Nat?” Is his attempt at one.

“She used to come in for lunch every week at the place I work.” Leah leans back in her chair. “She can really handle her alcohol.”

He’d be worried about Nat day drinking if he didn’t know about her complete inability to get drunk. She might as well have been downing glasses of lemonade.

“Yeah, she’s-” Intimidating, scary, cool “-really something.”

“She mentioned that you like movies.”  He definitely spends a lot of time watching them. “You got any recommendations?”

It’s easier to figure out how different things are or how much he missed out over the years through them. He’s glad he sat out the early 2000s, judging by their fashion sense and hairstyles.

He's watched several movies over the past few months, a few of them critically acclaimed and others who were just there for the cult following.

But now everything goes blank and the only thing that he can remember are the biopics made about Steve that were somehow hilarious for gifting him the mental image of Freddie Prinze Jr. dressed in the stars and stripes, and highly distressing for the number of historical inaccuracies. Contrary to popular belief, Stevie did not, in fact, consider running for president after he took up the shield, nor did he start his own bar chain.

He can’t name Oh Captain, My Captain starring Channing Tatum as his favourite movie on his first date and hope to make a good first impression.

“Despicable Me was kinda fun.” He wants to kill himself. “I mean, it’s the last one I saw.”

Her face twists in mild disgust, but he can tell it isn't ill-intentioned. “It's a good movie, but God, that just gave me some intense flashbacks to my aunt’s Facebook page. Don’t think I can look at a minion ever again.”

He sniggers with her. He doesn’t know what the context is.

He’s a little awkward, and he can definitely tell he isn’t the most open book but she laughs at some of his attempts at jokes. There’s a distinct discomfort he has lingering at the back of his mind prodding at him, telling him over and over again that he isn’t ready for something like this. A warning bell, asking him to leave as soon as possible because he was in a dangerous situation.

He remembers what his therapist told him about breathing and remembering that the resources he had available were greater than his anxiety and he tries to get out of his head. It takes a few minutes of acting like he's fine but he manages to do it.

Other than the one time he scalds his tongue on the coffee but played it off with a pained smile, shoving down thoughts of your stupid invention, things actually went okay.

It was nice, even though they decided by the end that it was better if they both gelled together better as friends. It lifts the strange fear he feels and he can hear Dr. Mendoza say she's proud of him for taking this step before spending three hours psychoanalysing why they decided to stay platonic.

Bucky promises to visit her sushi shop with Nat soon and she says a bottle of sake awaits him for a drinking game. He doesn’t have the heart to tell her that Nat and he share the same tolerance for alcohol.

He makes sure to leave George a tip. A big one. It’s the first time he sees the guy smile the entire evening.

He’s waving goodbye to Leah outside and he thinks that maybe it was a good end to the day and that things actually turned out fine.

Until he turns around to leave, only to have someone walk straight into him with an iced tea.

The cold comes as a bit of a shock, making him jump slightly. He stares at his shirt, using his fingertips to pull it away from his body.

The person melts into a series of apologies immediately, offering to dry clean his shirt but Bucky just forces a shake of his head and says it’s okay even though he can feel the sugar making the shirt stick to his chest. Goose feathers and iced tea. Was there anything else that would like to attach itself to him?

His fists clench and his teeth grit and he has to physically control himself from sprinting to your lair because God knows what else is in store for him and he didn't want to add in any way.

The door to the lair is locked. Fuckin’ brilliant.

When no one answers after minutes worth of waiting, he fishes for his phone and realises that maybe two hours of Fruit Ninja was not the best idea, especially on a phone known for having shitty battery life.

There’s roughly 2 percent left. By the time he opens his app to give you a call his phone screen goes black.

He groans. He’s desperate at this point and under any other normal circumstances he would have never, ever considered doing this.

But ten minutes later he’s outside your apartment building. You’re aware that he has your address; no doubt that it was in the SHIELD file he had gotten, and he knows that you know but it was still weird.

The buzzer has your last name listed next to it. He’s sure that he’ll break it if he keeps pressing it at this rate but he really needs you to let him in.

“Who the fu-” your voice comes through the intercom.

“I’m sorry for showing up like this, my phone died and I couldn’t reach you,” He breathes out as soon as he hears you. “But I need you to fix this.”

When he doesn’t hear a reply, he wonders if the thing actually worked. He’s about to start pressing it again-

“Bucky?” You sound a little surprised to hear him. “You’re at my house. Why are you at my house?”

“I need you to fix whatever this is.”

“What are you- fine, I’m buzzing you in,” your voice, initially confused soon trails off into something more dismissive.

There’s a soft click from the door, allowing him to push it open. The elevator is already on the same floor as him so he just uses that.

The elevator goes up a floor or two. His feet tap restlessly against the carpeted floor.

The lights turn off and everything comes to a standstill. His foot stops tapping.

He should have known. He should have fucking known.

Thirty seconds pass. He’s still in pitch darkness with the elevator showing no signs of moving.

In fact, he’s resigned to his fate. He sits down on the ground, only one step away from completely laying down and hoping someone finds his body here someday.

It’s six minutes of plain silence. He might as well get comfortable if he’s going to get stuck here for the rest of his life. Did he change his will? Does he even have a will?

There’s finally a whir. He thinks that maybe he’s going to plummet to his doom as the perfect end to this day, but then the light switches on and it starts moving upward.

It stops at the floor with a ding. He doesn’t get off the ground, only eyes the door wearily. With his luck, it wouldn’t open.

But it does and within a second he’s on his feet, scrambling to get out before it changes its mind.

He remembers your door number, basically charging down the hall to get to it.

The door is white and the paint is starting to chip off it. The handle itself is dented in a few places and he wonders if it was your fault or someone else's.

His knocks are rapid, agitated even. He doesn’t stop until he hears your loud shouts telling him to cut it out.

“What the hell were you doing, trying to break down my door?” It swings open, revealing you in your pajamas. “Haven’t you done that already? And where were you, I’ve been waiting for like, ten minutes.”

He honestly feels bad for showing up uninvited and highly flustered. He can’t imagine it’s a pretty sight either. "This bad luck shit- fix it. My whole day’s been fucked up.”

“What are you-” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, taking in his appearance.

It takes you a second to realise what he’s talking about but when you do, your face settles.

“How was your date?” You lean against the door frame, arms crossed over your chest.

“Really,” He glowered at you, “that’s what you care about?”

“Yes.” You nod. “Did you have fun?”

He hesitates. “I guess?”

“Was she nice?”

“Yeah.” Where was this going.

“Good, I’m happy for you.” The smile on your face is genuine. “Look at you go, Casanova.”

“We agreed to be just friends, but that’s not the point here. Y/N,” he whines. “I have a mission next week, I can’t afford to fuck up. My whole day was off and I don’t want it to carry over.”

“Your whole day?” you questioned, standing up instead of leaning against the wall. “Buck-”

“Just fix it.”

“Okay.” You lift your hand up, extending it towards his face.

He waits for you to do something.

You flick him on the forehead.

“There,” you declare, going back to your previous position. “you’re cured.”

What.

He says exactly what he’s thinking.

You laugh. “Dude. I was fucking with you.”

Huh?

“Well, actually maybe just like, three things and then I got bored.”

He’s confused.

“You know,” you begin when he doesn’t reply, “taking the sugar packets, switching your coffee order when you were looking under the table, took your place when you left, the shoelaces.”

“The shoelaces?”

“Yeah.” You nod. “That’s the other ray gun you saw this morning. Unties your shoelaces. I stopped after that because I thought you figured it out.”

His face scrunches in puzzlement.

“I mean, you looked right at me and told me to cut it out.”

He racks his brain about what you could possibly be talking about before it hits him. The hungover person on the goddamn bench in the park.

“You were the one in the hoodie and sunglasses.”

“I just followed the Avengers’ code of disguise.” You shrug. “Turns out it kinda works. Also teleportation. So helpful.”

He forgot about the teleportation. That's why you could do all of it so fast without him noticing you were even there.

“What about the fucking geese?”

You pause for a second. “The geese?”

“And the elevator.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” The confusion on your face is apparent. “What geese and elevator? I have no idea what you’re saying right now.”

“Everything’s been a mess today,” he grumbles. “I don’t know what’s real or not.”

“I swear I had nothing to do with it other than what I mentioned.” There’s indignation on your features that quickly gives way to delight. “Holy shit, did I just accidentally invent portable bad luck?”

“Okay-” his palm finds its way to his forehead in exasperation, “-then what the hell was the smell?”

“What smell- oh, the one from the box?”

He nods briskly.

“Secretions Magnifique.” You snorted. “It’s a perfume. The worst rated one I could find.”

“Perfume?”

“With notes of milk, seaweed and sandalwood.”

“It wasn’t an inator?”

“No, it wasn- did you get vibe checked by a goose at the park?” You stifle a laugh when you notice a stray feather on his thigh.

“What does that even mean?” he asks in despair.

“I can see why it attacked you. You got bad juju.” You raise an eyebrow. “Maybe if you stop staring so much-”

“So I just have shit luck.” Is that a fucking relief or even worse?

“Well,” you begin but decide not to continue.

Even with all the irritability masking it, you could see that he genuinely was just not having a good time.

“Wait here a second.”

You leave him at the door. He shifts his balance and sighs, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He still had to walk back to the Tower. Maybe he could grab a slice of pizza along the way since he skipped lunch.

“Okay, here.” You return with a large glass of water. He only looks at it. “It’s just water, I promise. You look like you ran a marathon."

He takes it from you sceptically, pushing away the urge to sniff at it. It’s gone within a few gulps.

You wait until he’s finished to point at his arm. He draws his eyebrows together, but you only curl your index finger and beckon for him to give you his hand.

He reluctantly extends it towards you.

“Don’t laugh,” you warn him, taking his metal arm. “This usually helps me.”

You tie a small bracelet around his wrist. It has a few beads, which he realises represent the colours of the solar system.

“Keep that for good luck.” You pat it gently after securing it. “I think you just had a bad day; those don’t last very long. Do you want to charge your phone before you leave?”

“Uh-” The bracelet’s pretty, the colours shine against the dark vibranium. “-no, I’m good. I’ll just leave.”

“Okay. Anything else I can help you with or will you be fine?”

He narrows his eyes. “You’re being suspiciously nice.”

“I’m not evil all the time.” You huff. “My hours are in the morning.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” he says again. “I’m gonna go then.”

“See you next week.” You give him a little wave. “I’d say break a leg on your mission but knowing your situation...”

He scoffs. “Thanks.”

You make a move to close the door when starts walking down the hallway towards the exit.

He adjusts the beads slightly so he can see them better. The Earth one has glitter in it. He thinks it’s cute.

“Bucky.”

He turns around.

There’s a hint of a smile on your face.

“Take the stairs.”

He doesn’t have to be told twice.

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