#jimmy woo x y/n

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Spooktober (3) - A terrible promise

Warnings: soulmate au and spoilers for Wandavision.

“He is a vile, reprehensible excuse for a human being!”  You stormed into Darcy’s lab with a scowl and sat down with a loud thud, jostling the equipment on the desk.

“Whoa!  Easy with the aggression!”  Darcy yelped grabbing for her coffee cup as it tilted next to her laptop, threatening to spill its contents over her keyboard.  “I’m guessing the meeting didn’t go well?”

“It didn’t,” Agent Jimmy Woo confirmed.

“What?  Did the big bad Hayward bench us?” 

“It would have been so much better if he had!” You complained heatedly before dropping your head into your hands.

There was silence and then Darcy broke it by complaining that no one ever told her anything important.  Captain Monica Rambeau entered the lab just in time to catch the end of Darcy’s complaint and shooting you a remorseful look, which you didn’t see because your head was till in your hands, she spoke.

“(Name) began to see colour the second we walked into the command centre.”

“Oh,” Darcy gasped in understanding.  She pulled herself out of her chair and walked over to you.  She patted you on the shoulder awkwardly, “Are you sure it’s him?”

You raised your head, “We were the only four people in the room.”

Darcy blew out a breath, “Well, this sucks for you.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” 

Jimmy held up his hand, “But this isn’t the first time that you��ve been in the same room as Hayward.”

“Besides,” Monica interjected, “I’ve heard rumours that Hayward’s married.  A soul bond wouldn’t activate if one of the people involved is already taken.”

“That’s a good point.”

“Your body could have been reacting to the presence of your soulmate even if they weren’t in the room with us.”

Hope began to spread through you, “Maybe it’s not Hayward after all.”

“Hold up!”  Jimmy made a T shape with his hands, “Can we go back to the part where Hayward is married?  Who would marry him?  I wonder what they’re like.  They must have the patience of a saint to put up with him.  Or maybe he’s subm-”

“Jimmy, I beg you not to finish that sentence,” you pleaded.

“Right yeah,” Jimmy shuddered.  “I don’t want that mental image either.”

Monica looked similarly grossed out while Darcy seemed intrigued by the fact that Hayward was married.

An alarm rang out unexpectedly causing you to flinch reflexively, “WEAPONS OFFLINE!  WEAPONS OFFLINE!”  A robotic voice shrieked.

You covered your ears as the alarm and the voice continued, “WHAT COULD CAUSE THAT?!”  You shouted over the noise.

“NORMALLY I’D SAY AN EMP BUT IF THAT’S THE CASE THEN WE WOULDN’T BE HEARING THE-”

The robotic voice stopped booming as abruptly as it started and Jimmy cut himself off.  He stared at the speaker in the ceiling with an expression of dread on his face.  Darcy raised her raised her eyes to stare at the same spot with her hands covering her ears.

“That’s not a good thing right?!”  She exclaimed, removing one of her hands from her ears to point at the quiet speaker.

There was a crackling sound followed by a popping sound and all of the technology in the lab suddenly shut down.

“Yeah, that’s not good.”  Monica agreed, walking over to Darcy’s machines and trying to manually turn them back on.

“YOU POSSESS SOMETHING THAT BELONGS TO THE GODS!”  A thunderous voice rang out, brimming with the promise of ancient power and retribution.

Now it was your turn to stare up at the ceiling, wondering if the voice was coming through the speaker.  Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Monica, Jimmy and Darcy falling to their knees with the heels of their palms pressed into their temples.

Your breathing grew ragged as it dawned on you why you were the only one still standing and not clutching your head.

“BRING HER TO MY TEMPLE ON THE EDGE OF TOWN OR THE HEX ENCIRCLING WESTVIEW WILL BE THE LEAST OF YOUR WORRIES!” The voice declared ominously.

When she was certain that the voice wouldn’t say anything else, Darcy lowered her hands from her head and still kneeling, she grinned up at you, “He called it The Hex.”

The smile that appeared on your face at Darcy’s comment was wiped off your face when Monica spoke as she climbed to her feet, “The only temple on the edge of town belongs to the Greek God of War.”

Your breath whooshed out of you at her statement.

Jimmy exhaled, “Well, at least your soulmate isn’t Hayward.”  He said with a tone of forced cheer.

[eliossun]

LAST SHOT - first meet

synopsis : interning at a random ship in space sounds like a great idea for your paper. don't you think? part -> 1 | other chapters -> 2 3 ?

characters : anya, swansea, daisuke, curly, jimmy, gn!reader (daisuke x reader if u squint)

content : filler. lots of filler. lots of people being people. the series is sort of a fix it fic (?) only warning is mention of.. jimmy... eugh

wc : 3.4k+

before you read, reader is : cold, non expressive, and a psychology major...

close to an oc.. but also not an oc? features of the reader is never described, and i wrote it as gender neutral as possible

- you were an intern in the pink pony express.

- .. more specifically, a university student with honours in their bachelor's degree in psychology. you did plan on going back to get a masters once you're done with this internship. the pay wasn't much, but since it covered your living expenses for a year, and since the internship being valid enough to put into a research paper (after confirming there's psychological tests in the ship) you say this wouldn't be so bad. 

- ..or so you thought.

- the first day you boarded the ship, you were baffled by the lack of security measures of what, or what you can't bring to the spaceship. sure there were manuals, but the actual boarding of the ship? no security, at all.

- you knew the conditions that the company puts their employees in from online forums.. so you tried to prepare beforehand with a backpack. woo! (it took you hours to recount your basic needs)

- you managed to sneak on board your little backpack (it was huge) and thankfully, you managed to stash it away in your room before anyone else noticed. 

- .. and thankfully the directions were easy to read as well, otherwise you'd be lost.

- you don't want to bring all that around the tour of the ship either, so this would be the most efficient solution.

- pretending to be waiting in front of the ship unnoticed was also easy. however, imagine the surprise when another intern trips into the spaceship, last second.

- the captain - you find his name to be curly, only managed to give you a brief welcome, before asking the nurse of the ship - she introduced herself as anya - to show you around.

- whilst going around, the other intern tried to start conversations with you. which briefly went as follows:

"hey! my name's daisuke, yours?" 

"y/n."

"woah! cool name!"

"..."

"..not much of a talker...it seems... hehe.."

- you only nod in response. 

- anya seems to have read the room, and immediately guided you away to introduce you to two other people instead. swansea the mechanic, and jimmy, the copilot.

- however the atmosphere persisted. you stayed in silence most of the time. daisuke was close to starting another conversation with you, but seemed to back out last second.

- you feel rather bad for being cold towards him. but your body is way too exhausted to respond. maybe you should’ve brought some painkillers as well..

- ... or perhaps you could pay off your sleep debt on this trip as well. ahh… a faithful wish..

- that aside, you also found out you would be interning under anya. she was soft spoken, and overall, you have a feeling that you wouldn't mind sticking by her side for the next.. year.. or so.

- having a singular nurse for a 6-man crew isn't too bad. but now with her teaching you the basics, you think that you’re capable of taking some of her responsibilities. (you're glad to take some weight off her back)

- you agreed on weekly psych checks with the crew (much to swansea’s and jimmy’s dismay) so you’re ready to keep your journal very, very filled.

- the routine was simple. you'd wake up, check your stash of items which included - airtight sealed snacks which consisted of a lot of sweets, your journal, a lot of thrifted power banks for your ds to charge on, your ds of course, a taser, a gun, and a personal emotional support voicemail on one of your mp3 player - then go into the lounge for breakfast, and finally, follow anya around for the rest of your day.

- sometimes you would bump into swansea and daisuke while you're passing by the utility room. and sometimes daisuke stops you for a small talk

- you eventually warm up to him. he's awfully smiley for someone close to your age, then you find out he doesn't go to college, and your question was quickly answered. 

- after a bit more small talk, you realise that you both were from the same town (what a small world)

- he mentions that he missed eating a specific candy - it’s called sunshines, silly name, you know - which you could only get from the bakery near your town, and you look away, fully knowing that you had the same candy in your bag.

- .. oh well. maybe another time.

- your interactions with swansea was rather limited.

- you both see each other and simply choose to ignore each other's existence.

- perhaps it's a part of you that sees through him. and he sees through you too. 

- silent understanding is a better word, perhaps. 

- you both only talked on the few occasions where you were there to take your psychology evaluation tests. he keeps complaining about daisuke and whatnot - but you know that look in his eyes. that’s not hate.

- after a while, he stops complaining - resorting to grunts and short answers. perhaps tired of attempting to trick you.

- quick yet blunt. the way you prefer things to be.

- you sometimes offer to read out daisuke’s psych test to him. only the parts where you deem as okay to say, though. mostly parts where you ask how his internships are, and him answering with praises towards swansea. 

- swansea refuses each time, but you read some of them anyway. when daisuke complains about swansea though, you read out his response to "how was your day". which mainly consisted of his joys of the day.

- swansea pretends he doesn't like it. once again, you know that look in his eyes.

- you thought he would be done with acting around you, but you suppose, ego can't be beaten sometimes

- you really like their father-son-like dynamic. you just hope daisuke doesn't let the old man's words get to him.

- after doing curly's and jimmy's psych test (jimmy needed a lot of convincing in order for him to take these seriously) you find that they were friends that go way, way back.

- you're unsure if curly could see it, but you could tell that jimmy admires him. that man admires curly a bit too much. you're familiar with situations like these. you just hope it won't tip towards envy. oh who you were kidding - it's almost too late now.

- you finally realise why you felt uncomfortable around jimmy after the first month.

- the envy and self depreciation is overwhelming, and you truly applaud anyone who holds a conversation for longer than five minutes. (maybe you should applaud yourself as well)

- self destruction is the only path he’s going towards, and you would help him if he wasn’t so.. stubborn. for a lack of a better word.

- but overall, this trip isn't too bad so far. right?

- its been a month and a half. 

- you and anya had formed some sort of sibling relationship..? 

- it started with her seeing one of your stickers you had placed on one of your items, and her nostalgia of having them on her cup as well.

- you both began to talk more from there. continuous stories about your daily life (which isn’t the most pleasant) but you got to know each other better from there.

- you were immediately stunned at her determination and passion for nursing. - and perhaps, after this all, you could plausibly send a recommendation in for her. 

- you didn’t tell her that, of course. you weren’t able to guarantee it, and you wouldn’t want to give false hope.

- you find that she was incredibly good at games after you lent her your ds. and all of sudden, her competitiveness on game board nights didn’t look so out of place after all.

- she had encouraged you to get out of your shell.. despite many protests from you. (it.. sort of works…?)

- curly, after more interactions, seems to be a great guy. great leader, optimistic despite.. well. everything else, really. you’d be miserable if you had to live outside of earth half your life.

- the very brief interactions you have with him were pleasant. 

- a bit concerning to think he’s carrying all this responsibility for all these years though. perhaps a little rest could do - is what you said.

- he only responded with a chuckle, and a ‘it is what it is’.

- there isn’t any other response you would’ve expected from him, anyway.

- you just hope that once he does find the end of this career, he’ll find something more.. lighter.

- maybe a baker. maybe a craftsman. maybe something else entirely, all you know that this whole leadership thing might end up causing him more harm than good.

- which is what jimmy turned out to be. 

- whenever it’s your turn to do jimmy’s evaluations, you always groan a bit. 

- you show a bit of interest, and he goes the mile to talk about himself. not quite boasting - but very much putting others beneath his shoes to seem… “relatable” to you.

- you only nod. you give him a small phrase from time to time, but otherwise - it’s all nods.

- the issue with jimmy is not his current state itself. sure, it’s annoying and insufferable - but what’s dangerous is next stage of what people like him become.

- envious. greedy - dangerous. you wouldn’t trust him even if it kills you.

- and so you don’t. you try to keep a wary gaze on him.

- another thing you find that swansea is quite similar to .. other people in your neighbourhood.

- he talks about how he’s been struggling with alcohol, on a particularly hard night.

- you listen. he keeps talking. you add on his statements a little bit from time to time, to show that you’re listening. otherwise, you’re dead quiet, eyes staring at him, and his eyes towards the false sky by the medical bed. 

- he complains to you more than anything though. about.. nearly everything. about how daisuke won’t do this properly, about the food for dinner, about him being unable to see his wife at home, how he won’t be able to see his kids grow up, and you, in exchange, tell a bit about yourself.

- he understands you; and you understand him too. you were both trapped under the same situation at the start of your lives, and you, by chance, managed to escape. 

- he makes a joke about it. it leaves a bittersweet taste in your mouth. 

- …although.. this meant that you were a bit privileged in the way swansea treated you. 

- this showed in the way that he allows you to mess with his toolbox (maybe you were the only other person who was interested in his toolbox, aside from daisuke..) 

- he teaches you the basics, and daisuke often chimes in from what he had studied before from swansea as well.

- you often thank the two for the lesson, and swansea seems a bit more smug after, whilst daisuke seems more proud of himself.. and due to that, you are more than welcome in the utility room.. from time to time.

- ah, speaking of daisuke..

- he’s incredibly sweet. you wonder if he particularly needs the sweets anymore from how overly sweet he is. you do end up sharing your snacks either way, and thankfully, he’s obedient enough to only request one sunshine every one to two days. (at this rate, you might have just enough to last you the entire.. 9 months? close to 8 now..) 

- he also plays games, and showed you his own ds, stickers of pokemon, doodles, and small little things indicating his other interests were plastered all over it - which you end up telling anya. 

- this is where anya’s willingness to help you connect with others come in. 

- not before long, you, anya, and daisuke managed to make a post-game night activity.. which included playing the ds until you all reach the specific curfew anya had set (thankfully, she did set one, otherwise daisuke would’ve tried to beat you until his fingers fell off.)

- there was one time that he was too tired, and you had to drag him back into his room. with an arm slinged around your shoulder, and anya following behind in your footsteps, he stayed asleep the entire time.

- he wasn’t drunk. hell, do you even have alcohol in the ship? the answer was no. unless you were to drink cleaning alcohol.. but point is. he didn’t get drunk, and he was just that tired. you wonder what kind of new training he’s been trying to do.

- you tried your best to drag him, but once you were beside his bed, you had only one choice.

- you slowly placed him back into his bed, lifting his leg up to remove his shoes - before placing him properly on the bed.

- anya had already excused herself back to her room, and with the silence (and occasional snores from daisuke), you find yourself observing daisuke’s room.

- pink weights, a very, very patterned backpack, and a charger. those were the main things that caught your eyes. 

- .. and you had his ds in your hand. so out of kindness, you went over to plug in his ds for him.

- before you left him alone, you checked up on him for the last time. he’s sleeping soundly. you try to close the door as silently as possible.

- you hope he continues to dream tonight.

- so far the worst thing you had to witness from the male was the absolute mess that was his laundry pile. 

- it started when you - whose room was beside daisuke’s - smelt something akin to the concentrated scent of the (sun) detergent.

- you knocked at his door, and only a muffled wait echoes inside, before you could hear him tripping over his own feet to open the door.

his eyes meet yours - looking quite frazzled. He’s heaving slightly, perhaps a side effect of rushing to get the door.

“h..hi!”

the detergent smell only got stronger, and it became very much obvious that he.. had a little accident with the laundry. your focus flickers between the mess he is, and the mess behind him.

“...did anything happen?”

he chuckles nervously, avoiding eye contact.

“oooff course not! and i almost forgot that i had to- uhm- change my sheets! so see ya soo-”

right as he was about to shut the door, you had kept it wedged open with your shoes. his eyes actually meet yours, again, and you tilt your head slightly, arms folding.

“i can smell it from the hallway. let me help you.”

“no- i can do it!”

you send him a particular stare. it seems to make him falter, and you sigh once more.

“let me help you.”

he looks hesitant, his grip on the handle weakening. a moment passes, and then he closes hie eyes, and smiles at you - defeated.

“alright then... but don't be angry!”

- as you step in the room, you’re met with the sight of.. very, very many bubbles on a stack of clothes. 

- and when you look back at daisuke, he only offers you a guilty grin, and a look that said i told you so

- that’s the story of how your fingers managed to smell like detergent for a whole week, and the event that hallmarked your almost instant closeness with daisuke.

- ever since the laundry accident, you two have been together quite often.

- every lunch break was simply just sitting alone, until anya or daisuke approaches you. If anya approached first, then daisuke followed. if anya couldn’t join you in the lounge, then you’d go to the medical bay, and if you’re allowed in - daisuke would follow right after.

- everytime you manage to get spare time to lounge on the extended sofa, daisuke immediately joins you. the only difference from before was the way he joins you on the couch. sometimes by closing your eyes from behind and asking you to guess (even when it’s apparent), sometimes by jumping or launching himself to the spot beside you.

- every now and then, he scares the living soul out of you. he laughs until you start chasing him with a cup in your hand.

- he tries his best to make you laugh. the best he got so far was an amused stare from you.

- apparently, it’s good enough for him. he cheered the entire night you made that expression.

- on his psych tests, he talks a lot.

- there’s.. not much time to talk to you. you only realise once he starts to talk about his week, instead of his day. 

- nowadays, you focus on getting your analysis done. how each person’s behaviour have changed - in general, of course. you’re not going to mention their every detail, and rather, you ask them to fill out little questionnaires (which is the only detail you’re submitting)

- usually, before you got close, he mainly talks about his day, and only his day. 

- sure you spent a lot of time together, but since this was the only chance to be truly alone, it’s usually the time that he opens up.

- he barely does so. but it’s much easier to see his emotions on his face, with far more vulnerability. 

- it starts from little things, like how he really thinks swansea might get tired of teaching him. or maybe the way jimmy got mad at him because he accidentally spilled oil on his shirt. 

- then it turns to things in his house. how he missed his mother, how he missed seeing his cat, how he felt like he had to take this internship because he felt like he had to prove something.

- you offer him hugs from time to time. he accepts them. 

- sometimes you feel tears soak into your shirt. you try your best to comfort him after. whether it would be rubbing circles into his back, or offering him an extra piece of sunshine - you tried your best.

- you know you aren’t the best at that. but if this is all you can do, then what else should you do?

- sometimes you wonder if this ship really does need to be human automated. 

- what costs do they cut by hiring human workers instead? innovation? investment in machinery? why keep people on barely minimum wages in a random ship being sent out to space, with minimum facilities and minimum safety and security? isn’t it a safer bet to go all out with machinery, then turn a profit later down the line - rather than close to losing this hunk of metal nearly every other day?

- then you look into the lounge in what is assumed to be “six in the morning” - you don’t trust the clocks. everything feels fake - and get hit by literal beams of sunshines in your way ( read : curly, anya, and daisuke laughing together )

- maybe you can keep those thoughts for another day. you ate.. pretty okay pancakes that morning.

- perhaps the only thing you wished you could change, in definite terms, was the way jimmy lingered around anya’s room. 

- so stop it you did. or at the very least, attempted to stop it, you did.

- that’s the main reason you ended up sleeping on the front of anya’s room. (with her permission, of course)

- the reason you proposed to her was, and you quote, 

“i keep on having dreams of cockroaches.” 

- anya looked at you half asleep. the other half concerned, worried, and confused. you shuffled in front of her room, your hand hauling a mattress and your blankets awkwardly.

- .. she finally allowed you after a small while. maybe its because you looked pathetic. maybe its something else. you do not know, and you don't want to know.

- you eventually placed your mattress back into your room (due to the lack of space, you should’ve expected that - your only reason was that you did this on a whim), and slept on the floor, facing the walls with your blanket covering you like a silkworm.

- it’s not comfortable. thank god the tulpar has - at best - subpar air conditioning, otherwise you’d freeze to death in this huge metal hunk in space.

- it successfully warded off jimmy though. or so you’ve observed. so you really don’t mind the way your back aches every morning. 

- maybe you should bring more pillows…

the door behind you croaks slowly, and slowly- your eyes peek open, looking up at a dimmed figure. an anya-looking dimmed figure. you immediately relax back in your blanket.

“..nightmares again?” she looks concerned about your sleeping position. for a moment, you feel bad for lying.

you purse your lips, and nod at her.

“.. yeah.”

she watches from the door, and nods at you. 

you think she finally figured out that you knew about jimmy’s recent lingering. she spares you a thankful glance, and sends you a soft nod.

“..goodnight. thank you.”

you nod back, and once the door shuts back, you slump further. as much as these metal walls allow you, anyway.

you hope you dream this night. maybe of home, or of something sweet. maybe of something better.

you aren't sure what that something is. but you hope you find it soon.

but, oh, who were you kidding.

you never got the chance to dream. this night isn't any different.

you slip into a void; your body awaiting tomorrow.

i hope u enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it .. !

initially started off as a daisuke x reader insert but i went too far and suddenly i have this.. this...... series.... will get more into the romance after i world build a bit more.. if you have any specific requests for the reader in this au, don't be afraid to shoot something in my ask box!

extra notes: in order of youngest to oldest, i hc daisuke to be youngest, then reader, then anya, curly/jimmy and swansea !

sun & moon dividers by : @/saradika daytime screen & medical bay from mouthwashing

[p-taryn-dactyl]

way down we go (i)

a/n: this was not requested but I couldn't for the life of me get the idea out of my head. this can be considered a dark!fic bc of the events and plot points so please read the warnings before reading! I hope y'all enjoy! also, I already have part 2 written so this is one series you don't have to wait weeks for an update, only a day 💜

word count: 1.4k

warning(s): graphic depictions of crime scene/dead body - murder - blood and gore - this isn't really a happy fic - I'm not the fondest of writing things that show serial killers in a romanticized way so this...isn't going to end well - people die in this guys - if you do not like blood or anything to do with death do not read this - even though I absolutely love forensics I am in no way an expert and all my info comes from my singular forensic class and all the forensic files I watch - this is fiction plz don't come for my inaccuracies - (reader also does profiles bc why not)

pairing(s): forensic scientist!reader x serial killer!Agatha

prompt: your relationship was picture perfect. you're happy and in love but one crime scene brings your love crashing down around you. (I'm not good at descriptions)

You knew you would never escape this feeling.

The chills that ran down your spine as you walked through the scene, the only sounds being camera shutters and shuffling footsteps of your team, the way the air was suspended around you, imitating the way you held your breath. You forced your emotions into a box and shoved it to the back of your mind, your eyes turning from sympathetic to analytical, necessary for your job. The only one who noticed the change was your Crime Scene Photographer, Darcy. She pursed her lips at you, tilting her head towards the bedroom, acknowledging your shift into your role of head CSI.

This scene was different than the others, you immediately noticed as you crossed the bedroom threshold. Blood took over the wallpaper, staining the costly vintage pattern. The body lay face down on the bed, stab marks on the back, mostly shallow and jagged, indicating a struggle had occurred. Your thoughts were proven as your eyes scanned over the blood spatter. This victim fought back, causing a fight your killer hadn't anticipated.

She was the tenth one this month, the bodies being found more and more frequently, the killer getting more confident.

"Y/N."

Your name sounded behind you, making you turn around. Lead Detective Jimmy Woo stood with a grimace on his face, eyes expectant. You nodded as you brought him over to the side of the bed, where you could see the wounds better.

"This one is different, Jim. The scene is a mess, the body mutilated and uncharacteristically stabbed, not to mention the lack of sophistication."

You turned from the bed and walked over to a pile of cleaning supplies, crouching down and cocking your head to the side. Your eyes widened when you noticed what had caught your eye. Pulling out your tweezers from your toolkit hanging by your side, you called out to Jimmy, asking for an evidence bag. As he handed it to you, he asked an important question.

"Then how can we be sure it's the same killer."

Without hesitating you answered.

"The victim fits the profile. A woman in her early to mid 50s, lives alone, estranged from family," you nodded your head to the dusty photographs on the dresser, now decorated by dried drops of blood, "and the cleaning supplies, the same ones we know for a fact were used at the other scenes."

As you bagged the strand of hair, your mind thought back to the other crime scenes. The bodies of the victims lying in bed, dead for days or weeks at the longest, the rooms cleaned meticulously, the only mess being the crusty blood stains from the single slit mark on the women's neck. You thought that those scenes were the worst, but now as you looked around, you knew you hadn't seen the worst of humanity yet.

Handing Jimmy the evidence bag, which he passed on to the officers on the scene, you stood up.

"Forensics is done here, all pictures taken, swabs done, and now all evidence is bagged. Help me roll the body over."

Your plastic gloves were already soaked with blood as you and Jimmy rolled the victim onto her back. Jimmy choked on what he saw. You merely sighed. The slit on the victims neck was jagged but shallow. The scene played out in your head. The killer did the normal business of coming from behind with the knife, but this one struggled, making the cut not deep enough to kill. The killer pushed the woman onto the bed, trying to suffocate her with the pillow but she kept struggling. Finally, the killer resorted to stabbing the woman until the act was finished, even some post-mortem. Then, instead of having time to clean the scene and position the body, something unexpected happened. Someone visited the victim, the young next door neighbor who felt sorry for the elderly woman who never saw her family. The killer had to rush out the back, leaving countless pieces of evidence behind and ruining weeks of planning.

"Let's get her in a bag, make sure to contact the family and ask for her will and wishes upon her death."

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On the drive back to the station and your team's lab, you allowed yourself a moment to text your wife.

You: Hey hon, I don't think I'll make it for dinner. I might stay the night.

You let yourself slip information, a breach of protocol but you trusted Agatha.

We finally have enough to catch this bastard.

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The sounds of reporters never stopped as the hours passed, your team logging and entering every piece of evidence from this scene and past. You ran every single strand of DNA evidence you had through every database you had legal access to. Monica Rambeau, your secret weapon when it came to, well, weapons, made multiple 3D replicas of the suspects height and body weight, using the angles of the blood spatter and the stab wounds. You and your team had discovered a separate blood profile in the mix, a break that had you desperate for a culprit. Now you sat in front of the equipment in your lab, the rest of your team resting while evidence was being processed and while the detective went over profiles and case reports, looking for details they might've missed.

You kept yourself from drifting into sleep by scrolling on your phone. When you opened your messages, your brow scrunched together. Agatha hadn't responded to your text, leaving it delivered. Frowning, you started typing but realizing the time, you thought she would be sleeping. Maybe you missing dinner tonight had struck a nerve with your wife. Sighing, you slumped in your chair, practicing your apology in your head. You knew it wasn't common of you to miss dinner, so maybe she had something special planned for tonight, even if it was nowhere near one of your birthdays or an anniversary. But that didn't mean anything, maybe it was a surprise date night. You were so lost in your worry, you almost didn't hear the ping from your computer indicating a match. You read the results, a hint of surprise at the determined sex of the killer. You started to type some notes in an email for Jimmy when your computer indicated it had found an 94% DNA match in a database. You paused, your hands still hovering over your keyboard as the killer's picture came up on your screen.

Time suspended around you, suffocating you as your vision tunneled. The buzzing of your phone broke you out of your stupor and with shaking hands you opened the message from your wife.

aggie❤️: no worries about dinner love, how's the case going?

Your eyes flickered from the text to the picture on your screen, your wife's cold blue eyes staring into your soul. You hesitated before you answered.

You: not well. everything came up a dead end, ig it's back to square one.

You put your phone face down on your desk, quickly exiting out of the page, your wife's picture replaced with your background. Which did nothing to sooth your rapidly panicking state, as it was your wedding photo. You slammed the power button, relief flooding your body at the black screen. With shaky hands, you cradled your head.

This can not be happening. You thought, pinching your arms, desperate to wake up from this vivid nightmare.

This

Can

Not

Be

Happening.

Your phone buzzed with your wife's reply and you read it through blurry vision.

aggie❤️: im sorry to hear that hon. text me when you're on your way home <3

Normally, the heart as the end of the text would send butterflies ablaze in your stomach but now all it did was sending waves of nausea coursing through you. Were there signs you missed? Something you overlooked through the haze of being in love?

Were all these women dead because you were too blind to see what was in front of you the whole time?

You stood up suddenly, your chair crashing behind you. Darcy rushed in, concern lacing her actions.

"Y/N, are you-"

"I have a migraine. Staring at a screen for too long and all that." You cut her off, even giving a slight chuckle at the end to play it off. Darcy still looked concerned but let you gather your things and walk out of the lab.

"If anything comes up, I'll call you!" she called out, not knowing her words caused your stomach to hardened.

As you went to walk out of the station, you noticed Jimmy had recklessly left his gun and holster on his desk.

You walked out of the station, pulling your jacket tight against your body as you got into your car.

No one had noticed Jimmy's gun was no longer on his desk.

a/n: ok I really hope y'all enjoyed this bc ive been waiting to write it for forever!! part 2 will 100% be out tomorrow bc ive already written it lol. I like writing true crime/mystery fics or fics with the same vibe so hopefully I did it well!! thank you for reading and I love all of y'all so much <3 sorry I haven't been writing that much

[ynscrazylife]

hi! first i wanna congratulate u on getting 500 followers that’s awesome!! you deserve it sm 💞 i was wondering if i could request a jimmy woo x reader where hayward (🤮 i hate him) is flirting with her and jimmy is annoyed and jealous? thank you sm i hope u have a nice day!

Thank you so so much and sure! This will be my first Jimmy Woo x Reader work!

As If We Needed To Hate Him Even More

Summary: Hayward flirts with Y/N which leads her to go to Jimmy to rant. Our master of magic gets protective and jealous, and some feelings get admitted.

Warning: Hayward being uncomfortable

He was an FBI agent. She was a SHIELD agent. They were colleagues, friends, nothing more (at least that's what they each told themselves, because they both had crushes on each other). Y/N loved Jimmy's humor and Jimmy felt enchanted and charmed by her. Now, Jimmy wasn't just any FBI agent and Y/N wasn't just any SHIELD agent. Jimmy was high up in the Westview case and Y/N was the Deputy Director of SHIELD, having taken in the position when Nick Fury and Maria Hill returned. She was the helping out with the Westview Case, and found herself working with Jimmy, which only grew their friendship.

Now, the heads of the case were sitting around a table in one of SWORD's tents, having a meeting on where to go. There were five people - three of them being Jimmy, Hayward, and Y/N, and Hayward was leading the meeting. Not everyone was in agreement, though.

Hayward and the two other agents wanted to move in and take down Wanda while Jimmy and Y/N were arguing against it. They thought that SWORD didn't have enough information and even then, they needed to hear Wanda's side of it. How did it begin? Why did she supposedly do this when she was a hero? However, Jimmy and Y/N were outnumbered, and they were not being listened to.

"This meeting is over. We have a decision," Hayward announced.

The two other agents immediately gathered their belongings and got up to leave and Jimmy huffed, glancing at Y/N before reluctantly following them. Y/N, however, put her head in her hands, trying to think. She knew it was no use arguing with him right now, so she had to back and make some stronger arguments, so she, too, gathered her stuff and went to follow Jimmy.

"Agent Y/L/N, can you stay behind?" Hayward asked.

Y/N stopped in her tracks, gave Jimmy a small smile, and watched him leave before turning back around to face her co-worker.

Hayward put both hands on the table, giving her a smile. "You're not on my side, Y/N," he observed, raising his eyebrows.

Y/N had no time to be surprised at his use of her first name and just let out a small sigh, nodding and walking back to the table. "I don't think an aggressive approach is the answer," she defended herself.

Hayward looked at her for a moment. "Is there anything I can do to change your mind?" He asked.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows together, slightly confused. After a moment, she shook her head no. "Even if Maximoff does turn out to be completely in control, she would deserve a fair trial," she argued.

Hayward sighed and glanced down at the table. "Fine. I suppose we'll put our differences of professional opinions aside . . . because no one can deny that how pretty you are," he admitted.

Y/N blinked. This was the last thing she expected to hear. "Pardon me?" She said, voice jumping up a couple octaves higher.

Hayward smiled, stifling a chuckle. "You're charming. I admire your work in SHIELD and . . . I'd like to go on a date with you," he said.

Y/N"s eyes widened. "Um . . . I'd like to keep our relationship strictly professional," she rejected him in the most polite way she could think.

Hayward's smile morphed into a frown as he stepped back, embarrassed. "Are you sure?"" He asked.

Y/N nodded. "I have to go," she said firmly and quickly turned around and left.

She made a beeline for the tent where she knew Jimmy would be, and found him watching WandaVision. Seeing her appear, Jimmy smiled, but quickly stopped when he noticed the annoyed look on her face. "Hayward give you a hard time?" He guessed.

Y/N flopped down in a seat, huffing and propping her chin on her hand. "He asked me out on a date," she said, scrunching her face up.

Jimmy raised his eyebrows and bit his lip to contain his rage that was bubbling up. "What, uh, did you say to him?" He asked.

"I said no, of course! How does he think he can say 'we should go hurt Wanda Maximoff' and then ask me out?" She exploded.

Jimmy couldn't help but let out a breath of relief that Y/N noticed. "What?" She asked, confused.

Jimmy blinked and looked up at her. "Huh?" He asked, panicking internally.

Y/N gave him a look that told him she saw through the show he was putting on. "Don't play dumb," she chided with an amused smile.

Well, crap.

"Fine, fine . . . I'm glad you said no to Hayward 'cause . . . I might have a chance with you," he said, ending the last part with a mumble.

Y/N tilted her head, trying not to smile. Did he just admit that he liked her? Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. "Oh?" She said, trying to play it cool.

Jimmy grinned and leaned forward. "Do you want to go on a date with me?" He asked, laughing as he spoke.

Y/N matched his grin. "Wow, being asked out twice in one day! Sure, Agent Woo, I'd love that."

[science-hoes]

Warming Up - Jimmy Woo x Reader Smut

Jimmy Woo x Reader Smut (18+ only)

Words: 2k+

A/N: I have done it. I wrote the first (based on my searches) Jimmy Woo smut for tumblr. I love this man so much. He needs to be appreciated. Anyway, this is a really cheesy scenario but I neeeed the *spicy* content. I’ll probably write more Jimmy Woo x Reader because this man has taken over my life. Also this was my celebration post for 1k followers 🥳

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected sex, cheesy scenario, language

You had been in cold weather before, but it had never been this cold. Fuck. It was painful to walk back to the resting quarters as the slight breeze chilled your bones. Monitoring the town of Westview was stressful, but oh how you envied the seemingly perfect weather that Wanda was generating. And as if on cue, it started to rain. It wasn’t cold enough to form sleet, but it sure was cold enough to quicken your pace. Maybe Wanda could control the weather out here too, to piss off everyone who was surveilling her.

Your walk to the resting quarters was much longer than you would have liked it to be. By the time you reached the temporary building, your body was soaked from head to toe. You entered the resting quarters with your teeth chattering and arms folded across your chest. Just as you were about to enter your section, you bumped into a sturdy figure that grabbed onto you to stop you from falling backwards.

“Hey, Y/N.” Your coworker, Agent Jimmy Woo, greeted. He awkwardly let go of you once he realized he was still cradling your body against his to stop you from stumbling backwards.

You looked up to him, your hair plastered to your forehead from the rain. “Hey.” Was all you managed to say in between shivers.

Jimmy tilted his head slightly. “It’s raining cats and dogs out there. Looks like you weren’t cut out for the cold weather.” He noted, but still flashing his charming smile.

You smiled in return, damn his smile was contagious. “I g-guess not.” Your teeth shattered involuntarily.

Jimmy looked up and down the hallway to check for other agents. “You don’t look so well, Y/N. Why don’t you come on to my room and I’ll get you all warmed up.” He said.

You raised an eyebrow, assuming his offer was meant to be suggestive. “You’ll get me warmed up?” You repeated.

Jimmy’s eyes widened and he began shaking his head. “No, that’s not what I meant. I just- I have hot chocolate in my room.” He rambled.

You smiled and nodded. “Oh, okay.” You said.

Jimmy began to walk down the hall. “It’s this way.” He said, making sure you were okay to walk.

You followed him to the end of the hallway until he scanned his badge at the final door on the left. The door slid open, and you slipped inside his room after him.

Jimmy walked over to his kitchenette and began pulling ingredients from a cabinet. You sat down on one of the chairs in his room, shivering still. Your clothes were still ice cold even with the warm heat blasting from the air vent. You tried to reach for a blanket that was on the chair opposite to you, but as you did, you lost your coordination and fell to the floor with a painful thud.

“I’m sorry.” You immediately said as you tried to lift yourself from the ground.

But before you could open your eyes, Jimmy was already by your side, gently lifting you into his surprisingly strong arms. “Y/N, you’re not okay.” He said worriedly before placing you on his standard twin sized bed.

“I’m fine, I’m just a little cold.” You tried to play off.

Jimmy began to remove your wet jacket from your body before working at your soaked shoes and socks. “You have to get out of these clothes.” He explained.

Your eyes widened slightly as his hands brushed against your hips and slipped under your shirt. “Trust me, I was a Boy Scout. You’ve got mild hypothermia, but it can turn really bad really quick.” He said, but looked to you for permission to keep going.

You nodded, and he pulled your shirt off. You helped carefully lower your pants down, leaving you only in a bra and panties. You could tell, even in the dim light, that he was blushing heavily. “I-I’ll let you do the rest.” He said.

You slipped under the covers before discarding your undergarments onto the floor as well. Jimmy grabbed the blanket you attempted to reach earlier and placed it on top of the covers. You were still trembling pitifully, and it hurt Jimmy to see you like that.

“I’m still s-so cold.” You whimpered.

Jimmy shifted uncomfortably on his feet for a moment before pulling off his FBI jacket. “You need body heat. I can’t give you anything too warm yet or it’ll hurt you.” He explained.

You watched as he looked away from you as he slid under the covers to press against your body. He wrapped his muscular arms around you, pulling your head to his chest. Immediately, your hands found his arms. The sensation of your frigid skin against his was too strong. You needed more of it. You quickly untucked his buttoned up shirt and snaked your hands under to find more exposed skin. Your arms burned as they began to increase in temperature again.

At first Jimmy sucked his abdomen in, trying to hide from your freezing touch, but he soon responded by wrapping his legs around yours. “Geez, Y/N, you’re really cold.” He hissed.

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, I think we est-t-tablished that.” You chattered.

Jimmy let go of you for a moment, and you made a small whimper that broke his heart. “No, no, I was just gonna take off my shirt. It’ll give you more heat.” He explained.

And hell you weren’t gonna argue with that. He broke the knot in his tie and slid it off his neck before making quick work of his shirt buttons. It only took a short second for him to toss his shirt aside, giving you a quick glimpse of his toned upper body. Goddamn, you wouldn’t have guessed he was so cut from that bulky jacket he always wears. He wrapped his arms around your frail body again, this time defrosting your skin. But you let out an unholy moan as your breasts brushed against the coarse hair dusted on his chest.

Jimmy raised an eyebrow at the sound, but connected the dots as to what happened. “I-I’m sorry.” He stammered, not knowing how to respond.

You huffed a laugh and shook your head. “No, I’m sorry. T-that was out of line for me.” You responded, the embarrassment helping your face heat up.

Jimmy shook his head. “No, it was fine. I mean, it wasn’t a bad thing, it was good. But not in like a creepy way, like a…a normal human response w-“ He rambled.

You cut him off by pressing a chilly kiss against his soft lips. He didn’t move at first, afraid of what to do next. After a rush of confidence, he ran his hand up your neck, anchoring his fingers in your hair, and deepened the kiss. You shifted, pulling him on top of you. But as you did, his chest rubbed against yours again, and you let out another involuntary moan into his mouth. This time Jimmy chuckled and kissed his way down your neck.

“Is this okay?” He asked. “I shouldn’t be taking advantage of a hypothermic person.”

You giggled and shook your head. “No, this is only helping. Trust me.” You responded, feeling heat spreading to all ends of your body.

And that was enough reassurance. Jimmy’s hands delicately traced the sides of your waist as he kissed down to your chest, stopping at particularly sensitive areas to gently suck the skin and leave a pink mark. His nose brushed against the valley between your breasts and placed a sweet kiss there before licking a path up to one of your nipples. He swirled his tongue in lazy circles, taking his time with you.

The sensation of his burning tongue slipping against your icy bud drew a whimper from your chest. Jimmy heard your fussing and reached one of his hands up to your other breast. His fingers twisted the nipple there while simultaneously gripping the other one with his teeth. You gripped the sheets on his bed, twisting them in frustration, and bucked your hips into his chest.

“Jimmy…” You moaned, wanting him to keep caressing your breasts but also keep moving down your body.

Jimmy hummed in response, looking up to you with those sweet brown eyes. “What do you want, baby doll?” He whispered against your skin.

You blushed at his old-fashioned nickname for you but tried to refocus your attention on your body’s demands. “I need you inside me.” You replied.

Jimmy gripped your hips tightly before searing a trail of kisses down your stomach. “Can I taste you first? I’ve wanted to do this so long.” He pleaded.

Your walls involuntarily clenched at his request. You nodded, “Please.” You granted.

Jimmy grabbed your thighs and tossed them over his broad shoulders. He didn’t waste any time teasing you or pressing kisses along the inside of your legs. He licked a long and deep stripe against your pussy, drawing a desperate scream from your throat. He moaned at the amount of slick that he swallowed down.

Without hesitation he delved his tongue into you, sucking with the perfect amount of pressure. You secured your fingers in his black locks, tugging when his tongue snaked deeper into your pussy. He reached up with his thumb and rubbed circles on top of your sweet spot. You weren’t sure if it was the cold or the fact that you had been dreaming of this moment for weeks, but you were quickly approaching your first orgasm of the night.

“J-jimmy, I’m gonna come.” You panted, tightening your thighs around his neck.

“Don’t hold back on me, baby doll.” He mumbled against your folds.

And that nickname pushed you over the edge. Your walls throbbed and waves of electricity shot through your body. Jimmy continued to lap up your juices as you rode out your orgasm on his tongue. You were suddenly very aware of your panting and placed a hand on your chest to feel your pounding heart. Jimmy kissed up your body again, worshipping every patch of skin he could get his lips on.

“Was that okay?” He asked innocently.

You huffed a laugh and met his lips with yours. You could taste yourself in his mouth. “That was…amazing.” You answered. “But I still need your dick inside me.”

Jimmy chuckled against your lips and guided your hands down his firm chest to the waistband of his khaki pants. You could feel his packed bulge against your hands as you whipped the belt from his waist and undid his pants. He kicked them off as you pulled his briefs down, his cock springing free. You took it in your hand, swirling the precum around the tip. Jimmy moaned deeply against your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

You adjusted your hips and swiped the tip of his cock through your folds. Jimmy grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to him.

“Are you ready?” He asked cautiously.

“Yeah.” You breathed.

Jimmy slowly pressed against your entrance. It probably wasn’t the best idea to start fucking without stretching you out, but that was a problem for tomorrow. You hissed as your walls began to stretch. After what seemed like an eternity, he bottomed out inside of you and you whimpered from the sting. Jimmy leaned down against your body again and pressed kisses against your flushed cheeks.

“Shh, sweetheart. It’s okay. Just breathe.” He whispered.

His gentle words made you smile and you reached up to hold his face in your hands. He flashed that charming smile again, and you couldn’t help but kiss it off his face. “I can keep going.” You mumbled against his lips.

Without moving away from you, Jimmy slowly pulled out, leaving you empty. You were worried that he was going to just torture you before he slammed back into you with full force. You screamed into his mouth and dug your nails into his shoulders.

“Come on, baby doll, I know you can take it.” He whispered, catching your mouth with his.

He pounded his hips into yours at a brutally fast pace, guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. You held onto him for dear life as his cock buried itself into you over and over again. You felt that same build up of heat in your pussy with each snap of your hips. You buried your face in his neck, moaning and panting.

“Jimmy…” You whimpered as your orgasm neared.

Jimmy felt your walls begin to tighten and he quickened his already brisk pace. “Come for me, sweetheart.” He encouraged.

After a few more thrusts, your body let go and your vision went black from the overwhelming sensation. Your pussy throbbed around his cock, but he didn’t let off. He wanted to make sure you came again before he would let himself go. And with your final scream, Jimmy let out a moan in tandem with yours as his cum spilled inside you. The pulsating of his cock was just enough stimulation to help you finish out your own orgasm.

Jimmy collapsed on top of you, and you wrapped your arms around him. For a moment, all you could hear were the staggering breaths heaving from your chests. After a minute of silence, Jimmy looked back up to you, sheepishly this time.

“Are you still cold?” He asked with a joking smile.

You giggled and kissed him gently. “If I say yes, can we do that again?” You teased.

Jimmy laughed and pressed his forehead against yours. “Baby doll, we can do this any time you want.”

A/N: Lmk if you want to be added to my Jimmy Woo x Reader taglist :)

[damn-stark]

La vie en rose pt.1

Pietro Maximoff x reader

Requested by anon “I think this is a good idea. So Pietro didn’t die in Age Of Ultron but dies in endgame so afterwards reader has same powers as wanda btw makes her own reality sorta like wandavision and they live in the town together and it’s basically just wandavision plot and jimmy woo and darcy are trying to get in meanwhile. I really hope this isn’t to long for you! Maybe you could do 2 parts if you’d like that? I just had this idea for a while thanks! 🤍”

Warning- ANGST, fluff, slight swearing, mentions of death and complete heartbreak

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“NO!”

Was it possible to feel your heartbreak, to hear the pain and agony in your ears?

One moment there was hope—hope that everything was going to be fine, that all your dreams and plans that you had made with the Pietro; the man you loved, the love of your life, was going to come true. But now there was nothing but despair as you saw his life hang by a thin line, tangled in the hand of Thanos.

“Let him go!” You growl, lifting your hands and seeing yellow hues emit from your palms as you don’t hesitate to use your powers. You dig your heels into the dirt ground and bend your wrist back to build up an energy ball and then throw it at Thanos gauntlet in a powerful stream. “Let him go!” You repeat.

Thanos gaze snaps to his gauntlet as he notices the powerful yellow hues hitting the stones, before tilting his head to look at you in stunned disbelief as he sees your eyes beginning to glow yellow as you use your other hand to shoot out more power at the stones without as much as breaking a sweat.

“I said let him go!” You bellow as you feel yourself add more strength to your attempts, seeing the yellow hues get brighter and stronger. You drift your gaze to Pietro and offer him an assuring hopeful look that he mirrors as Thanos grip around his throat falters and finally let’s him go.

Pietro at the opportunity gasps for air but doesn’t take his time to get completely better, instead he runs to you and attempts to rush you out of there, but you decline his attempts. “No, I can destroy the stones, help your sister.”

Pietro shakes his head and grabs your wrists, “I’m not leaving without you and I’m not letting this monster kill you.”

A small smile spreads on your lips and just as you’re going to respond, you feel yourself slide back as Thanos begins to use the stones against you, adding a powerful force field that blocks your actions. You snap your attention back to him and push back stronger, feeling your eyebrows pinch together and your face twist into a focused and irritated expression. It was beginning to get harder, but you pushed through and broke the force field, once again hitting the stones. Albeit Thanos didn’t like the idea and matched your attempts, aiming for your body to weaken you instead.

Pietro noticed and sped his way to stop him, in that moment in a blink of an eye missing Thanos use a stone to stop him, once again grabbing him by his throat, but this time instead effortlessly snapping his neck and looking at you with an evil smirk, knowing that what he did would stop your attempts instantly.

And it did, you stopped using your powers and ran towards Pietro's lifeless body as Thanos drops him and finds his chance to leave.

“Pietro!” You cry, dropping beside him and cradling his body, seeing his blue eyes unmoving. “Pietro?” You whimper, feeling hot tears stream down your face and an inkling of hope in your heart. But it was faint and just made up of denial.

“Pietro! Please!” You cry, brushing his hair out of his eyes and lifting him closer to you. Nothing else mattered around you, not the fight that was being fought around you, all that mattered was seeing him give any sign of life. “Pietro?”

But him giving any sign of life...was impossible.

“NO!”

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*SOME TIME LATER*

“Pietro?” You call out, feeling your smile begin to fall as you don’t hear him respond, or see him anywhere around. “Pietro? Where are you?” Your heart begins to pick up its pace and you pick up your pace as you search the house. “Pietro?”

You stop at the center of the living room and let out a deep exhale to think clearly, to check over your surroundings, to feel him—

“Y/N.”

At the sound of Pietro's voice by your ear you jump and let out a small gasp before spinning around as you grab your chest. “Pietro, what the hell?”

Said man snickers and steps back, keeping his hands hidden behind his back. “You called.”

“Yeah,” you sigh with relief, “you weren’t around, I was beginning to worry.”

“Oh, well, there's a good explanation for that,” Pietro says as he begins to approach you with a mischievous grin on his lips, “I went to get you something.”

“Oh?” You quiered, lifting a brow and placing your hands on your hips as your eyes drop to his hidden hands. “You got me something, or did you “take something without buying?”

Pietro shrugs and begins to walk around you slowly, making sure to keep facing you. “It’s just a friendly contribution for saving the world. It’s well deserved.”

You chuckle and turn with him to keep your eyes on him. “What did you get me?”

“Close your eyes.” He commands.

You do so without hesitation and feel the warmth of Pietros hand wrap yours to pull them from your sides and keep them out in front of you. Anticipation begins to brew at the pit of your stomach at not knowing what it was, you feel yourself smile nervously wanting to take a peek, but before you could try he places something silky and long on your hands and speaks up. “Open them.”

Doing so, you instantly look down and see a pretty white silk dress; your mouth falls open in awe and you carefully grab the sleeves of the dress to lift it and get a full view of the dress. “Pietro this is beautiful.”

“It’s for our date,” he reveals softly. “Do you need help putting it on?”

You flicker your gaze up to him and grin brightly.

“I’ll go slow,” he quips softly with a smirk, “I know you like it when I go slow.”

You cup his cheek and shake your head. “How about I surprise you?”

“Fine,” he sighs in defeat. “Until then I’ll get everything ready.”

You part away and do you as you had told him, taking some time to get ready even if you could do it within seconds with your powers.

And at first, after you had finished getting ready, you were nervous to go downstairs and reunite with him—he still just had that effect on you. But as you thought of it, as you thought clearly, there was nothing to be nervous about, this was Pietro, the same man you were cellmates with while in hydra, the same man you fought by in Sokovia and Berlin, he was the same man you went in hiding with, and the same man you fell in love with. He was your Pietro. So you confidently walked to the top stairs, grabbed onto the railing and saw Pietro speed to the end of the stairs to wait for you to walk down.

He had on a nice suit and had a bouquet of roses in his hand that didn’t outshine the charming grin on his face—in the furthest corner of your mind, you knew this was wrong, but seeing this, seeing him do things like this made you happy and reminded you of him, you couldn’t let go of him yet. Not yet.

You grin brightly and feel your heart flutter. “Pietro.”

“My love.” He muttered softly.

You continue to walk down the stairs to meet him below, grabbing his hand as he offered it to you, while with his the other hand he handed you the bouquet of white roses.

“You look absolutely breathtaking.” He whispered in your ear after he had leaned in.

You grab onto his hand tighter and smile wider, “you do too.” Your eyes drift to the living room where the couch’s and the tv were replaced by a fancy candlelight dinner setup, causing you to gasp softly and take a moment to take in what he had set up. “Wow, Pietro,” you look back at him to complement his work, but it’s at that moment you look at him that you see his face as it was when he died; pale and lifeless. You tear your gaze away and cover your mouth out of the shock and fear.

Pietro notices and of course questions it. “Y/N, are you okay? Did you not like something?”

You swallow thickly and shake your head, peeking at him and noticing he was back to normal. “No, no, I loved it. I do.”

Pietro sighs, “good it took me long to plan.”

“I love it.” You repeat as you fully turn your head to look at him. “Thank you.”

Pietro stops by the table and you set down the roses, admiring the table he had set up and feeling the corner of your lips slowly tug back into a smile. “Pietro—”

“My love would you have this dance with me?”

You turn around and see him with his hand out towards you, he smiles and then you feel a breeze as he goes to quickly turn on the music that was meant to be on before.

“Now will you have this dance with me?” He asks again more confidently. “Is that how I’m supposed to ask?”

You nod, “yes you are and yes I will have this dance with you.” You take his hand and he pulls you to the middle of the room, not taking long to grab onto your waist and pull you close to him.

“I put on those old songs you like to hear.” He points out as the tune slowly plays.

“I like?” You queried, “or you like?”

“Both. We both like them.”

You express a lighthearted huff of air and begin to move with him as you both begin to sway to the music. The talking stops and the song only sounds around the house, you press yourself closer to him to rest your head on his shoulder whilst you grabbed onto him tighter out of fear he’d disappear. You inhale in deeply to take in that smell of the fancy cologne he loved to wear, to take in the smell of his shampoo he used, to remember what it felt when you smelt it when he was really alive.

“I miss you,” you sigh out with tears stinging your eyes.

“Miss me?” Pietro scoffs in a joking tone, “I’m right here.”

You swear under your breath at your accidental comment, lifting your head and parting away far enough to look into his blue eyes. “I know, I just meant like miss you when you’re gone.”

Pietro narrows his gaze on you but he doesn’t find your comment strange, (you didn’t let him find it strange) instead he makes it out as a joke and laughs. “Well you know I always come back to you as fast as I can.”

“Yeah, I know,” you whisper with a crack in your voice. “I love you, Pietro, so much. I love you.”

“You’re making me blush,” he responds smugly, cupping your cheeks and offering you a sweet smile, “I love you.”

Tears roll down your cheeks and you can’t help but not to cry at the words he uttered. And when he noticed your tears, he smiled brighter and wiped them off. “Don’t cry, I’m right here, it’s okay, I’m right here. I’ll always be by your side so you don’t have to miss me too much. Even if I do love that sentiment.”

Your bottom lip trembles, but to stop yourself from crying you pull him in for a passionate kiss, cupping his cheeks and feeling him smile under the kiss. He grips onto you tighter and deepens the kiss, stopping the both of you from dancing to focus on the kiss. Reminding you by every passing second that you never wanted this to end….

And yet an urgent knock on the door stopped the moment. Pietro parted away and rolled his eyes, focusing on the door and scoffing. “Who could it be?”

You shrug, feeling just as clueless as him, “I don’t know, let’s go check.”

“Is it Wanda? If it is, tell my sweet sister that she chose the most terrible time to come visit.” Pietro remarks as he stays in the living room as you go to open the door; seeing not Wanda, nor Vision, but two strangers that seemed just as surprised as you, or even more so.

“Hello, how can I help you?”

“Oh, wow,” a woman with glasses gasps as she studies you, “you look amazing. Damn it I missed this scene.”

You blink and laugh nervously, “what? What do you mean?”

“Y/N, who is it?” Pietro asks out loud.

“Just solicitors, please go get Wanda, Pietro.”

Without question he does as you say and the man and woman in front of you grow pale and shake their head.

“Who are you?” You repeat in a more threatening voice.

The man steps forward and you move to block his path.

“I’m Agent Woo and this Doctor Darcy,” he reveals, making you freeze.

“What?”

[thefrenchyavenger]

Honey, I opened a quantum tunnel P2/4

part one

Who would have thought that your need to kill would come back so soon ? Stephen and Loki knew. They have been expecting it for a while now, they knew the signs. These two would not leave you alone. They were following you everywhere to make sure that you were keeping your calm and that your migraines were under control. They knew the risks if you were to let go of your control.

You didn’t know what to focus on anymore. Hank and Darcy were overloaded with work because of the quantum tunnel. You tried to help, you really did try but you were overwhelmed. You were spending half of your day keeping the peace, making sure that no one would learn about the rest of the former avengers being back. That was not something you wanted people to know about. It would be utter chaos.

The agents working for you had sign a confidentiality agreement, so on this side, everything was okay. But who knew when Ross would pop in. Even with Rhodey playing the double agents to keep you posted, you were always ready for the worse. Not a day-off with this job. Ever !

Sat on your chair, the back to your desk, you were drinking your tea, Bucky had forbid you to drink coffee, apparently you were not easy to deal with if you had too much … but heh …

You were watching the sun, enjoying its warmth and the radiating peacefulness.

It had been three days now since your first visitors had arrived. You had thought that the ones who came in the middle of the night would have been the only ones …Huge … Mistake. The next day, in the afternoon, another group had arrived. A new Rhodey who was a tad bit …aggressive, he had tried to punch Bucky … A Stephen who was working for SHIELD as a surgeon, a Tony who was … Tony. Another Clint, Peter and many others.

Two hours ago you had received a text from your dad, more avengers had arrived. What would happened next ? Would it ever end ?

« MOM ! » Peter screamed, entering your office with Bucky, Sam and Loki following him.

« We have an issue » Said Sam.

« Oh really ? » You said sarcastically « Who is it now ? Baby Thanos and teenager Odin ? »

« You wish » Said Bucy softly, kneeling in front of you.

Sam took your cup and put it away from you. Peter took your hands in his :

« You promise not to get mad ? » Asked Peter.

« Why are you acting as if I’m about to kill someone ?! Those years are behind me ! Jeez ! A little faith please ! »

« I know you y/n … You almost knocked out the first Rogers who came back » Sighed Loki.

« It’s them » Whispered Bucky while looking at you straight in the eyes.

You stayed silent for a while, you needed a moment to register and comprehend Bucky’s words. He must be wrong. Why would they come back ? To brag about their shiny and wonderful new lives ?

« Oh. So ? »

« They want to talk to us » Answered Sam.

« I would rather jump from the Bifrost » You said « Is that all ? I have a lot of paperwork waiting for me »

« What do you want us to do ? » Asked Peter quietly.

«  Locked them up, quarantine them, wathever. Until my dad finds a solution we’ll have to welcome more … tourists »

« y/n … Would you be mad if I was to kill one them ? » Asked Loki suddenly.

« It depends who. Not Clint … he died in our world. The others … Do whatever you want »

« You’re not planning on doing anything about them ? »

« Exactly Sam, I’m not going to do a thing. We’re going to find a solution, send them back and live as if nothing ever happened. »

« How long have you been in your office ? » Asked Bucky, his question taking you by surprise.  

« Since the second group came. Why ? »

« You need some fresh air. You need to go outside and breathe »

Bucky didn’t really gave you a choice and dragged you to the garage. He grabbed a helmet that he gave you before he walking you to his bike. He sat down in front of you and smiled when he felt your arms around him.

You had no idea for how long you had been driving but you were finally feeling better. Much better, you could finally breathe.

Bucky finally stopped and parked in front of a lake. You sat down in silence and you ended lying down on your back, watching the sky. Bucky did the same thing after a few minutes :

« Did they apologize ? »

« Not really. They just … gave excuses after excuses. They weren’t as happy as I thought they would be. » Answered Bucky after a while.

« Does that makes me a bad person to say that I’m glad they’re not happy ? »

« Honestly ? No. » Said Bucky, tenderly stroking your hair.

« Before they left, I was thinking of retiring »

« I thought you were hesitating ? »

« I wanted to leave with you. I wanted us to leave far away from all the troubles. I thought we could have a normal life. But one hour before I was supposed to tell you, I met with Fury who told me he was leaving, leaving Steve in charge. So then, I went to see Steve and he told me that this job was not for him, that he wanted to go and have a third chance to a normal life ! That he deserved it »

« He said that ?! »  

« I punched him. Hard. Well no, I didn’t punch him, I crushed him. He had tried to stop me but I was just so mad. I only had one thought in mind, hurting him. He was taking my chance for happiness away and was not even sorry ! He told me that after helping you recover, he deserved to have a normal life. A FREAKING NORMAL LIFE ! That he deserved to retire that I should be the one in charge, that it was time for me to do more, to step up. I broke his right arm … or was it his left one ? I hurt him with his own shield. »

« How come I didn’t know about it ?! » Exclaimed Bucky, enraged, he wanted to hurst his former best friend, his mind and body were ready to avenge you.

« Because Pietro and Peter stopped me. I almost killed him , I wanted to ! I felt this … rage racing through my veins it was … I was in such a rage ! I could only see red » You explained « I never had a moment to breathe since the avengers were created ! I went from orphan to Hank Pym’s adoptive daughter, to genius with several PhDs, to agent of Shield, to Avengers.  I never went on vacations. I only travelled for … missions »

« So … Steve forced you to take the job ? »

« Yes. Before he left I took his shield away. I told him that he was worthy of his tittle, that he was a shame for all the people who considered him a hero. For Tony … Let’s just say that I received a nice message from Ross, forcing me to take over Stark Industry. »

« Did you beat him up ? » Laughed Bucky, stroking your hair to appease you.

« Didn’t get the time »

« Natasha ? »

« She looked at me before crossing the portal. I didn’t say goodbye to Wanda and Vision, mostly because I was restraining Pietro from getting Vision’s head. The others … well … »

« Steve left me a letter, saying that he needed to move on, that I didn’t need him anymore, that he was tired. Bullshits »

« I’m not surprised. What do we do now ? »

« We leave this place forever ? »

« Don’t tempt me ! »

You looked at Bucky before laughing. It did you both some good. You stayed close to the water for one more hour, just talking and laughing. Bucky drove you back to the compound where later on, you found Pietro and Peter training in the gym :

« Mom ! I don’t want to ! » Whined Peter.

« I’m not really in te mood » Added Pietro.

« Why ? Because they’re back ? You’re not going to turn into lazy … worms because of them right ?! RIGHT ?! We moved on a long time ago so get a grip for the Odin’s sake ! Plus, this is just for warm-up. We’re leaving in two hours for Prague »

« We’re going on a mission with you ?! » They said together.

« Yep, but only if you get your asses moving »

« WE’LL BE THERE !!!! »

A few hours laters, the three of you landed in Prague. The mission was simple, clearing an underground base. A small group of terrorists had gotten hold of some alien technologies and were using them to create chaos everywhere in Europe. Everything was going according to the plan. You had found some datas, weapons, and many other interesting things, like a lead on the head of their little group.

You were resting before leaving the place when you received a message from your sister :

« they’re about to kill each other !! Come ASAP !!!! »

You took a deep breath, and for a short moment you thought of not doing a thing. You just wanted to stay where you were, doing nothing. After all, was it really a bad thing if they wanted to kill each other ? The problem would be solved right ?

Between the Steve who left you in charge of everything, the other Steve who was in love with you, the two Tony that you wanted to kill, Natasha who was trying to get a rise out of you, Thor who was incapable to respect a single thing, Wanda and Vision who kept on complaining about the fact that they « never had a choice ! », the new Strange whom you wanted to lobotomize and the others …

« We have to go and quickly » You said.

« Understood » Said Pietro, getting the quinjet started.

« Are you okay ? » Asked Peter, taking your hand in his.

« As okay as I can be. Can you take care of the datas ? »

« I can take care of those ? For real ?! I thought I was too young to get access to all of our datas, plans and the cool plans ?! »

« You deserve it and you need an occupation. Don’t believe I’m not aware of your little … one on one with Tony »

« I didn’t tell her ! » Said Pietro, raising his arms in a I’m-not-guilty pose.

« Bruce told me » You said « If you want to hurt someone, don’t do it in front of Bruce, you know how he gets when he’s stressed »

« Sorry » Said Peter looking at the floor, it was a very nice floor.

« So … As a punishment, you’ll have to train with Loki »

« WHAT ?! No ! Last time he told me that he loved eating spiders for break-fast !! He almost did it last time !! »

« Loki won’t hurt you … intentionally. Just … don’t annoy him »

The travel was quiet, you fell asleep and had really nice two-hours nap. You woke up when the quinjet landed. You took a deep breath, your doctor insisted on it, and when you doctor was Stephen Strange well … you’d better listen. When you got out of the quinjet, you saw your assistant who was as white as snow and shaking like a leaf :

« It’s my fault ! I messed up the schedules and they all came at the same time for lunch and … »

« It doesn’t matter. It was bound to happened, with or without your mistake. What did they destroy this time ? »

« The refectory is a war zone, Hank, Darcy and the others are in their labs and have turn their safety protocols on. I closed the refectory and sent some people to calm them down » Said Hope, taking over your assistant.

« Maybe I should hire you instead of him » You said after briefing looking at your, oh so competent assistant.

« You wish you could afford me » Laughed your sister « There’s your armor »

« Thanks »

« You should wear it every time you go on a mission ! Not just the one you consider to be dangerous ! If Hank learns that you don’t wear it, he’s going to beat your ass up…again »

« I’ll survive »

Your father had decided to create you an armor similar to your sister’s. The only differences were that yours was blue and you could throw electrical charges, a detail that made Hope jealous, which in return, made you smile every single time.

« Is there a way to stop this mess ? » You asked.

« We need to close that damn portal, that’s the way »

« But then we’ll have to open it again to send those leeches back to where they come from »

« But that would give us more time to understand what’s happening »

« And how much time are we talking about ? »

« With Hank ? No way to know »

« What should I expect ? » You said, referring to the refectory.

« Bucky has knocked Cap out, our Cap. The other two tried to stop him but then, the Tony’s got involved. Clint and Natasha exploded some air ducts, Thor has fried the whole place so we’re using the spare generators and … »

« Okay, stop, don’t tell me or you’ll assist to a genocide »

Hope was looking at you and thought of the ten year-old you who had refused to go to school because it was « boring », you had to be dragged there. She tried not to laugh. It was true that those last few days have been particularly difficult, especially for you as you were the head of everything. How many times had Hope thanks every superior beings that she was not in your shoes ?  So many times.

« You’re okay ? »

« Why is everyone asking me this ?! » You mumbled while gearing up.

« Because you look like you’re about to burst »

« I think I won the right to »

« I agree, I’d love if you’d take some time for yourself »

« If only I could … »

« You know that I’m here for you right ? » Said Hope once you had reached the doors.

« I know »

Then you activated your armor and entered the room. When the door opened and everyone saw you, all the discussions stopped at once, as well as the fights. Even the Arctic was more welcoming.

« Loki, could you be nice enough to not kill him ? » You asked after looking at Thor’s face which was becoming redder by the second.

Loki did not reply but obeyed nonetheless. He knew that he was not fighting his real brother, but still, he was happy to unwind on this version of Thor anyway. It was good enough for now.

You saw Stephen ready to use the time stone to put everything back to place :

« Stephen, don’t »

« You’re sure ? »

« I am. You don’t need to use your magic because they’re going to fix everything themselves » You explained.

« What ?! » Exclaimed the Tonys all together.

« You have an issue with that Stark ? » Asked Bucky, moving in a way that made him look taller, stronger and bigger.

« I’m not a janitor ! »

« My compound, my rules » You said calmly.

« y/n are you … » Started Steve.

« Which Steve are you already ? »

« The one from this reality »

« That crack in my window … Is it because of you ? »

« I didn’t … »

Steve did not have the time to finish his sentence that you had already send him flying through the said window which completely broke because of his weight.

« He didn’t have his shield or armor ! » Worried Wanda.

« I know » You said « Who do you think you are ? »

« Oh boy … » mumbled every single member of your team. They knew that tone, the less they heard it, the better they felt. They took a step back and waited for the show to start.

« I know that this situation isn’t pleasant , and believe me I’m the first one to admit that I’m pissed off because of it, truly. But, what gives you the right to come to our home and wreck it ?! » You started, coldly.

« Listen… Y/N … » Tried Thor with a smile.

« Oh boy … » whispered Scott.

« You’re going to get that smile off your smile. You have no right to call me by my name, none of you do ! To you, it’s director l/n and nothing else ! You think you have the right to do as you please ?! If it was only up to me, I’d kill one-third of you all because of what you did to us ! And I would send the rest of you to fight Thanos, just to make your presence useful ! »

« You’re not going to let her talk to us like that right ?! » shouted Natasha.

« Why would we do something ? We elected her, she’s the best » Refuted Sam with a mocking smile.

« Personally, I don’t see an issue with the way she’s talking to you » Added Bucky « Right ? »

« You’re all here because we’re permitting it » Said Peter who had just arrived with Pietro.

« We still deserve some respect ! » Stated Vision calmly, which made your blood boiled.

« Respect ?! » You spat « You want to talk about respect Vision ? Then start by telling me why the shape of your body is in my wall ! Why are there traces of lasers on my ceiling ! And you, Natasha, I can see that you have hurt Scott, I know those types of bruises too well, so don’t push my limits »

« We’re sorry » Said one of the Wanda, she was tearing up and shaking all at once.

« Great ! It changes everything ! I’m  not worried about the fact that, thanks to you, the protective field around the compound if off, I’m not scared by the fact that Thanos now knows that we are weak, and I’m definitely not terrified that he can whip us all out because of the damage you made ! »

« Thanos is after you ? » Asked your Steve when he came, pressing on a part of his back to soothe the pain.

« What, you didn’t know that when you … went away, you had left us to Thanos’ mercy ? » Spat Loki, he was absolutely furious, he was also worried because of the state you were in. Just like him, when you were too calm it was never a good sign.

« Hey Reindeer games ! Mind I remind you that you tried to destroy New-York ?! » Exploded Tony.

« Mister Stark you’d better not say a thing ! » Cut Peter « Loki had helped me more than you ever did ! If I had to follow someone’s exemple, it wouldn’t be yours ! He helped us while protecting Asgard ! His world was in danger but he still was there for us ! »

« Thank you little spider, I shall spare you tomorrow » Smirked Loki.

« Brother, Have you really changed ?! » Ask a Thor, while the other versions were also looking at him strangely.

« I haven’t changed » Corrected Loki « I was given a chance, an honest and truthful one »

« We’ll help » Promised Steve.

« Captain, be nice and keep your promises to yourself » Rebuffed Sam.

« I’d shut up if I were you » Confirmed Bucky.

« You’re mad at them ! » Burst the teary Wanda « Not us ! We did nothing wrong ! »

« Wanda, please don’t. I can see that Monica has been a victim of your powers so shut it ! » you threatened « Anyway, you’re going to put this place back together. All the Tonys, you take care of the electrical system, I want my shield back in one hour top. And if I ever hear one criticism, one complain, I’d put you in the same state as Steve when he left me with all this shit to deal with, I’m sure he’d love to tell you more about it »

You indicated to your team to leave the room after you. You called Jimmy to keep an eye on your visitors. Monica asked to stay to help him, she wanted to make sure that Wanda was staying in line.

« You’ve beaten up Steve ? » Exclaimed Sam.

« That’s why you had marks on your fingers ! » Understood Stephe,.

« I was mad and tired, and hurt … but mostly mad »

« Honestly, I don’t know how the situation could get even worse » breathed Hope.

« With her » Said Scott, pointing a finger at someone.

« Why didn’t you tell me ?! » Asked the newcomer.

« Not now ! »

« I have the right to know what’s going on ! »

« Sorry Danvers, I’m not your midgarian secretary ! You want to know what is going on on Earth, you stay on Earth and you help.»

« Many planets need my help ! Not just Earth ! I’m the strongest of us all so I need to be informed of everything that is happening ! »

« The strongest of us all ? » You repeated, you were about to loose it. You started laughing uncontrollably.

« Carole, we don’t have time for this » Said Hope you knew that nothing good would come out this.

« You chose the wrong leader ! Admit it ! I’m clearly the best choice to lead us ! »

« You know what Ma’am I’m the strongest ? Fuck you… Ah yes, no sorry, for that someone should want you and … no one does » You spat, Loki was bitting his tongue to not laugh, even Bucky was not far from it.

« y/n ! Calm done ! Breathe ! »

« Mom !! » Shouted Peter, shocked by your behavior, he had never saw you like this.

« If you’re not here to help, then go back to your kree or whoever you want, because if it’s adoration you’re looking for, you won’t get it here ! »

« OKAY ! WE’RE GOING TO MEDITATE ! »Shouted Stephen before he dragged you behind him, followed by Bucky.

« GET HER OUT OF HERE !! »

« We’re on it ! » Said Sam and Scott.

Stephen dragged you to the room you gave him for his research, for the rare few moments he spent here. He forced you to sit down on the floor. Bucky decided to stay by the door so he could keep an eye on what was happening outside but also to check the security cameras :

« I’m going to kill that freaking peroxyde alien then I’ll take care of the others ! I’ll get their heads one by one ! »

« Enough ! » Said Stephen before pressing a finger on your forehead to send your spirit somewhere else .

« I hate when he does this » Grumbled Bucky watching your body slowly arching backwards .

It felt like your were floating … in space, then you were falling, you turned your head on one side and saw hundreds of suns. You were not suffocating, quite the contrary, the suns were comforting you with their warmth. Then, you fell again, you were in a sort of bubble, you had the impression that your migraine was floating away from you to finally disappear. Suddenly, you were going up, higher and higher at top speed. You adrenaline was rising, you pulse was beating like crazy and then nothing. Complete silence. You could finally breathe and think clearly.

When you came back to yourself, Stephen was reading in front you :

« I won’t apologize to Carole » You said while standing up.

« I’d be disappointed if you did » Said Stephen.

« Why does it always feel like I have pins and needles in my legs whenever I do your meditation thing ?! » You grumbled, provoking a laugh from Bucky « What ?! »

« Nothing » He smiled.

« Hum … if you say so. Thank you Stephen ! »

« Even if what happened was … entertaining, be careful, if they decided to go against you … » Said the doctor.

« I’ll send the « strongest avenger » to take care of them » You laughed.

« You won’t let it go ? »

« We’d loved her less if she did » Said Bucky before he took you out of the room.

« Why is everyone always dragging or walking me somewhere ?! I have a nice couch where we can talk, no need to be always moving ! »

« You’re so busy so that’s the only way to talk to you. If we don’t walk with you, we can’t talk »

« Do you think I should put Carole in charge ? »

« What ?! No ! If you do that, we’ll quit and start with you as a leader somewhere else ! We put you in charge for a reason. The way Carole thinks and acts is based on what she can do, there’s no unity or team work. And she’s not a big fan of us. Men I mean…»

« Oh really ? I do like them … » You smiled, changing the mood in half a second.

« Yeah ? Really ? » He smiled, softly kissing your neck.

« There’re some interesting … specimens » You said, while Bucky was softly pushing you against the nearest wall, his whole body glued to yours.

« Like who ? » He whispered, focusing again on your neck.

« Wouldn’t you like to know »You laughed before kissing him.

You were so lost in each other that you jumped when you heard someone clearing his throat :

« Not I that want to interrupt you Barnes, but if you could not put your tongue in my daugther’s throat when I’m here, I’ll appreciate » Said Hank.

« Dad ! »

« What ?! I have the right to be disgusted ! »

« I thought you were in your lab ? » Said Bucky.

« I’ve looked at what happened on the cameras when the first generator came back » He said « I wanted to make sure you were okay »

« As good as possible » You answered.

« You have the face of someone who has find something »

« I did find something Barnes, that’s also why I’m here » Hank answered before asking you to follow him.

You walked through a lot of corridors and went done two levels to finally arrived at Hank’s lab. He entered the password and scanned his right eye to get the door to open.

« Are you going to eat this ? » You asked when you saw a sandwich, your favorite, you were actually starving.

« Go for it »

You sat on a stool, Bucky did the same and kept close to you by wrapping his metal arm around your waist :

« What did you find ? »

« Watch »

Hank showed you a graphic showing every single peak of energy created by the quantum tunnel, for every time the tunnel brought someone to you, you see some very small waves of energy a few minutes before :

« It’s showing us when they entered the tunnel » You said.

« No, you didn’t look enough. The third group has forced the tunnel opened » Explained Hank, pointing at something.

« What ?! »

« I think the third group, our avengers, have forced their way here but by doing this, they opened some … doors, on their way »

« But how ?! »

« I’m pretty sure that when you use the quantum tunnel to travel between univers, we force some doors to open »

« Okay, let’s say you’re right » You said after a while « Why are they here ? »

« Because that’s what they wanted » Explained your father, turning a small robot bigger « I found that after closing the tunnel, it’s used as a marker »

« Wait ! Let me get this straight ! You’re saying that our avengers have send a robot, which looks like something you could have created, to find our univers, and on their way here, they’ve have forced open other univers ? Talk about crazy ! »

« But possible » Pointed out Bucky.

« What do they want ?! It was their choice to leave us ! »

« I don’t know, but I do know is that them coming here was not a mistake or a wrong spell. It was planned »

[shmaptainwrites]

𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄 [𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅]

PAIRINGS — Wanda Maximoff x sister!Reader (platonic), Bucky Barnes x Reader

SUMMARY — Reader's purpose is to try and figure out what's going on in her sister's mind and see how she can bring her back

WARNINGS — Angst, general sadness and hurt

NOTE — Okay so i wrote this right after the first two episodes of wandavision came out so it's only based on that and not really the events of the entire series, but it still slaps so i hope you guys like it :)

“(Y/N)? Well, what in blazes are you doing here?” Wanda asked, a surprised smile on her face as she moved back allowing for you to enter the lovely quaint home.

“Is it a crime for someone to want to visit her sister?” you asked, a hand resting on your hip and you both gave a laugh. “It’s been too long dear, I haven’t seen you since you ran off with Vis,”

“And I haven’t seen you since, well, that’s quite odd I can’t remember when I saw you last,”

You waved a hand dismissively as your younger sister closed the door and came up to you, allowing you to pull her into a hug.

“Never mind that,” you whispered. “What are you doing? Here I mean, in whatever this little to-do town is called,”

“It’s Westview,” Wanda explained. “Vision and I were looking for just a quiet life, where we could be happy,”

“And are you? Are you happy Wanda?” you whispered.

Your younger sister seemed to zone out, unable to answer your question until you brought her back to the space.

“Wanda? Wanda darling? I just asked a question. Are you happy?”

“I-I-,”

“Wanda it’s not that’s hard,” you tilted your head. “Are you?”

“I s-suppose I am,” she nodded, looking at you hesitantly.

“Well good then!” you clapped your hands together and turned away from her, examining the house.

“It’s dreadfully quiet in here, do you have a radio?”

Wanda shook her head.

“Records?”

She shook her head again.

“Goodness sakes Wanda a piano?”

Wanda pressed her lips in a thin line and scrunched her nose, shrugging and shaking her head once more.

“Well, I would have thought you were settled enough for that,”

“I guess not,” she chuckled nervously.

“You’ll have to get Vis to grab a radio. Speaking of, where is he?”

“At work, I’m guessing,” Wanda explained. “I’ll give him a ring to see if he can stop by a store and grab one,”

You nodded, making your way to the couch and picking a corner to sit on while your little sister made the call.

She then came to join you on the couch, sitting next to you and clapping her hands on her lap.

“Well,” she sighed. “We know what’s going on with me, how about you? Any new developments?”

“If you wrote every once in a while you’d know that your big sister’s finally getting tied down,” you raised a brow and showed her the ring on your left hand.

“Oh my goodness! (Y/N), congratulations!” Wanda exclaimed, examining the diamond-studded ring on your hand. “Now who managed to get you to go steady?”

“Ah, you wouldn't know him,” you shook your head. “All that matters is he treats me right,”

“Of course, but do you love him?” Wanda asked.

“Heavens yes, Wanda! What kind of question is that?”

“Forgive me for asking, but you haven’t always had the best taste in men,” she noted.

“Oh, I don’t have good taste in men? Wanda darling, your husband is a machine,”

“That’s cause there were no good men left,” she joked and you rolled your eyes at her familiar antics.

Suddenly there was a click at the door and it opened to reveal Vision walking in from work. He stopped for a moment and looked oddly at you both sitting on the couch as if he didn’t recognize you.

“Vision dear, stop staring, it’s just (Y/N),”

“Oh yes of course,” he nodded. “(Y/N), your sister.”

“The one and only,” you tilted your head at him and grinned.

“I suppose you’re the one who asked for the radio then,”

“Indeed I did,” you nodded, standing up to greet him. You pulled him in for a hug, curiously taking in his human appearance, you hadn’t seen him like that much, so used to the red and gold metallic look.

“What brings you to Westview?”

“Just thought I’d visit my sister and brother-in-law. It’s been a long time, five or six years in fact.”

“Why yes it must have been,” he nodded. “Do you know how long you’ll be staying?” Vision asked.

“As long as it takes,” you replied softly.

Vision seemed unalarmed by your answer, but Wanda stared at you uneasily, as long as it took to do what exactly?

—

“Vis honey, is it just me or does (Y/N) seem a little off?”

Vision lifted his eye cover and turned to his wife, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head.

“No, she seemed perfectly fine to me. Still as good at rummy as I remember,”

“Are you sure?” Wanda asked. “It’s just something keeps-,”

Wanda was interrupted by a loud banging noise that caused both her and Vision to jump and looked at the window with fright.

The door to their room opened soon after, followed by another thump and you standing in the doorway, only wearing a nightgown and a robe.

“Do you hear that?” you asked.

“It’s kind of hard not to,” Wanda noted and there was another thump, causing you all to jump again.

“One of us should see where it’s coming from.” Vision suggested, tucked securely under his blanket.

“Yes,” Wanda looked at her husband with wide eyes, “One of us should,”

Vision gulped and you rolled your eyes.

“Forget it, I’ll look,” you insisted and marched over to the window, looking out at the neatly manicured lawns in front of you. “I can only see your rose bushes, Wanda, it must be the tree and the wind,” you said, but still weren’t convinced. “I guess that’s it isn’t it,”

Then again there was another thump and Wanda’s powers seemed to have taken control, pushing her and Vision’s bed together. Seeing as the sound was nothing Wanda’s shoulders relaxed and she looked proudly at Vision.

“I think we handled that quite well,”

“So do I,” he nodded. “I’m proud of us,”

“We? Oh, you two are a hoot,” you scoffed and left the room, the thumping having stopped, for now.

—

“I seriously don’t know how anyone’s doing this sober,” Agnes whispered over to you and Wanda and you nodded in agreement.

“Tell me about it, this is why I refuse to move to the suburbs,” you explained.

“Good for you, staying in the city, keeping your sanity,” she nodded and you chuckled in agreement.

The arrangement went on in its stuffy matter and you watched Wanda carefully, noticing how she seemed on edge, wanting so badly to fit in and make her life normal. After all the organizing for the talent show was done Dottie, the head bitch in charge as it were, asked for her to stay and help clean up and you insisted on aiding your little sister so she let you stay as well.

“I’m very honoured you picked me to help you clean up Dottie,” Wanda chuckled nervously.

“You should be,” Dottie responded and as Wanda placed the heavy tray on the table looking away from her, she stuck her tongue out in a mocking gesture and you tried to stifle a laugh.

“You know I can't help, but feel like we got off on the wrong foot,” she turned and gave her best smile.

“You’d be right. We’ve heard about you. You and your husband.” she said as if she were insinuating something as the radio continued to quietly play in the background.

“Dottie I promise you, I’m not going to hurt anyone. I’m not here to hurt anyone,”

“I don’t believe you,” she whispered threateningly just as the radio started to crackle,

All three heads turned in its direction as the music stopped and instead a voice came through.

“Wanda? Wanda, can you hear me? Who’s doing this to you? Wanda? Who’s doing this to you, Wanda?”

The sound grew louder and the stress on your sister's face grew with it until with a loud jolt the radio exploded and Dottie squeezed her glass so hard it broke right in her hand.

“I-Oh my lord,” Wanda exclaimed, running to grab a napkin and handing it to Dottie, just as you were sure she was noticing the bright red blood dripping from her hand.

“Pop quiz,” Dottie said like she hadn’t just heard or seen what had preceded only minutes ago. “How does a housewife get out a bloodstain from white linen?... She does it herself.”

“Wanda, come on let’s go,” you grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her away from the pool deck and towards the sidewalk where you started the walk home.

“(Y/N) did you see it? O-Or hear it?” she whispered carefully.

You debated on whether to tell the truth or not, this could make it or break it, but you needed her to trust you. It was important when the time came that she listened. You didn’t think it would come sooner rather than later.

“I did,” you nodded. “The red you mean, and the message?”

She nodded and wrapped her arms firmly around her waist.

“And you, how did you get here?” she asked.

“Wanda, you created this place,” you whispered. “How do you think I got here? Either you imagined me and I came here or the other option and I think we both know what one is more feasible right now.”

“I knew something was off!” she exclaimed and you shushed her, covering her mouth with your hand and dragging her the rest of the way home where you could discuss this in private.

“Wanda why are you doing this?” you asked, almost in a pleading manner. “Who’s making you do this please we want to help,”

“Who’s we?” she asked defensively and you stuttered.

“I-I Wanda seriously, answer the question!”

“No this place is real!” she refused, stomping her foot on the ground, the atmosphere not light and airy as it was before, but dark and clouded as if by her own thoughts. “We’re in Westview, Vision and I just moved a while ago, we’re married and he has a job in town a-and we’re performing a magic act in the talent show! How could this be anything but reality?”

“Wanda you’re creating a reality in your mind,” you said gently, trying to come closer to your little sister but she moved away from you. “Please Wanda, who’s doing this to you. We want you back. Wanda, I want you back,” you begged.

“I won’t go back!” she shook her head vehemently. “There’s nothing for me back there!” her voice was shaking greatly and her tone wavering as she clutched her heart. “Back there Vision is dead! Pietro is dead! Steve, the person I looked up to, he’s gone! There’s no reason to go back where there’s a perfect life here,” she insisted, pointing to the room around you, finally admitting the safe haven she had created was only in her mind. The tears streamed heavily down her face and you wanted nothing more than to wrap her in your arms and hold her until anything that could hurt her was gone.

“What about me Wanda?! You can't leave me back there alone! I lost them too!”

“You could stay,” she whispered. “Stay with me and Vis, please (Y/N), you can help me control it,”

“Wanda no,” you shook your head. “I’ve been trying to but I need you to come back. You can see the world is glitching, your sense of reality and the actual real-world are clashing. How else do you think you heard the voice on the radio? Or the thumping? People are getting past your barriers,” you suggested and she wrapped one arm tightly around her midsection while the other covered her mouth to stifle her sobs. “Wanda please come back,” you begged, making your way to her once more and finally wrapping your arms around her firmly.

“There’s nothing to go back to,” she cried, whispering into your shoulder. “All the people I love can be here. I don’t want to leave it,”

“Wanda, honey, I’m back there. If you stay here I don’t know what I’ll do with myself,” you whispered, unbothered by the tears running down your cheeks. “I’m your big sister, and I’ve already lost one of you, I-I-you can’t slip away from me too. Please, come back,”

And suddenly everything went black.

—

Your eyes blinked open and you hissed and squinted at the increased lighting and sensory overload from all the different colours that were now visible.

Gripping your head tightly you could feel someone come to your side and hold you steady.

“(Y/N) what happened?” Agent Jimmy Woo of the FBI asked.

It was his voice over the radio, he has managed to break through Wanda’s reality.

“I-I don’t know, one minute I was in her head and the next everything went… no…” your words were caught in your throat as you rushed out of the tactical trailer and into the abandoned city that Wanda had managed to create her perfect reality in. The streets were ghostly, it looked like the place hadn’t been touched since the 50s.

Finally, you came to the familiar house that you had come across the first time, hearing running footsteps behind you, most likely those of Agent Woo or your fiance.

“Wanda!” you banged on the door with your fists loudly. “Wanda please! Wanda! Wanda!” your cries faded to whispers as you felt a more familiar hand on your waist, you refused to believe what seemed to be the evidence in front of you.

You stifled a sob with your hand and turned around, quickly pulling in your fiancé, wishing for his comfort to help rid yourself of the ugly feeling in the pit of your stomach.

He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head, stroking your hair in an effort to soothe you.

But only moments after your brain had decided what your sister’s fate had been, Bucky turned you around to face the door and see a small red streak, and a click that accompanied it, opening the door and allowing you to come in.

He was about to go in with you but you urged him to stay, it was better if you went in alone first.

You ran through the house, scanning every room for a sign of her, anything, until you reached the furthest room, slowly opening the door to see her, your little sister, curled up in a ball, back pressed to the headboard, hair placed in a messy ponytail, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.

“Wanda,” you breathed heavily with relief as you rushed to her side, pulling her tightly against you, letting her rest her head against your shoulder. “Shh, it’s okay,” you hushed, gently moving the hair out of her face and holding her so tightly she thought she might explode.

“How did you do it?” she whispered between sniffles. “You couldn’t have…” she shook her head.

“Every inhuman has a purpose,” you explained softly to your younger sister as the sad tears of such a distressing reunion made their way down your face once more. “Serves as an evolutionary balance, and mine… well mine was to keep you here and safe, I used my powers to get past the barrier without you noticing and made you think I was a creation of your own mind. To the best of my abilities, of course, we both know you’re a lot stronger than me.”

It had been five whole years since you’d been able to really hold your sister in your arms. Knowing you would be able to protect her from any dangers that lie out there. Ever since Pietro she became your everything, it was your sole duty to watch for her and take care of her.

So when she was gone, slipped through your fingers once more, you needed someone to take care of you, that’s where Bucky came in. He helped you pick yourself up and find a way to get her back.

“(N/N), it hurts,” she whimpered. “He should be here, they should both be here,”

“I know Wanda, I know,” you hushed her gently, rocking back and forth. “I know it’s hard right now, but maybe one day we’ll learn to be enough, to live with that pain.”

“I loved him,”

“I know honey, we’ll figure it out, I promise. We don’t have to stop looking for ways to bring him back,”

Wanda nodded and wiped her nose on the sleeve of her sweater, laying close to you. Just like when she was a little girl.

There was a quiet creek at the door and you looked up to see Bucky carefully walking in and making his way toward you.

“Is she okay?” he asked.

You nodded,

“As good as she can be. Just drained, physically and emotionally, but she’s not hurt,”

“Good,” he let out a breath of relief. “I talked to Jimmy, he said she can stay with us while she’s getting better, he still has suspicions that others were involved.”

“Okay,” you pressed your lips in a thin line. “I’m going to stay with her here a bit longer unless she wants to leave. Do you Wanda?”

She shrugged, clearly indifferent to her situation, maybe even regretting her decision to toss away the perfect reality.

“Okay then maybe we go home now huh? And first thing tomorrow I’m going to look into getting him back, alright? I know how important he is to you,”

Wanda nodded and pushed herself up, allowing you to push some hair out of her face, the sparkling ring on your hand not going unnoticed.

“So you really are getting married then,” she said softly and you nodded with a half-smile. “When’s the date?” she asked, holding your hand.

“Three months, but if you’re still not well we can push it. I want you there. We,” you looked back at Bucky for a moment. “We both want you there.”

“I’m happy for you,” she said, giving you a small smile, trying to forget her own problems if only for just a moment. “But I don’t want to impose or anything-,”

“Wanda,” you interrupted her. “What are sisters for? It’s not an imposition, plus, that’s how we got in this trouble in the first place. I don’t want that to happen again,”

“You sound like mom,” she chuckled sadly and wiped away a few more stray tears.

“Great, my worst nightmare,” you sighed and Wanda cracked a smile. You wished she could stay that way forever. Happy. It’s what she deserved, after everything, it’s what your family deserved. They deserved to live in peace and you hoped you could do exactly that.

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[midnightsxxvi]

For You, From Westview (Chapter 4)

Series Masterlist | Previous Chapter

Summary - Bucky writes you a letter

Pairing - Bucky x fem!reader / avenger!reader

Warnings - ANGST also some cursing. the usual but pls let me know if I missed anything

Wordcount - 4.2k

A/N - I love longing. Also here are the sources for the header image: 1. 2. 3. I love u allllll xx

───※ ·❆· ※───

2023

“UH…” Sam had his arms crossed over his chest, “Does she think Bucky is her husband?”

Darcy avoided looking at Bucky at all costs as she said, “Seems that way!”

Jimmy cleared his throat, “I don’t want to pry. But a lot of Avenger business is private. So… just to clarify…”

“We are not married,” Bucky huffed, the first thing he’s said since they started watching the dinner between you and Wanda.

Jimmy did not stop there. “Were you ever… an item?”

Bucky turned, shooting Jimmy with a deadly glare. In response, he winced.

“I mean,” Sam interrupted, not caring if Bucky glared at him, “You might as well have been. You have a history.”

“Steve and I had a history too,” Bucky’s voice was harsh and low, “That doesn’t mean we were married, Sam.”

Darcy hummed, tilting her head to the side as she rewound the scene, trying to take notes. “It’s sweet, I think. Did you guys actually go dancing with each other?”

Instead of giving a normal answer, Bucky scratched at his stubble, and stood up in a huff. “I need some air.”

“It’s raining,” Jimmy protested. Still, Bucky ignored him and stormed out of the place.

Jimmy and Darcy looked at Sam as though he should do something. The guy just shrugged. “The guy needs a moment. What can I do?”

Darcy briefly looked behind her to make sure Bucky was actually gone before she pulled out a new folder, “We should gain some info on the two of them. Maybe try to unpack which memories are real or not? If it’s Wanda really controlling the town, maybe she's just putting these ideas into y/n’s mind.”

Jimmy then asked a question that caused both Darcy and Sam to pause. “Did she actually write Bucky a letter?”

“I… don’t think so?” Sam frowned.

Woo mirrored the frown. “It’s just, she is recalling specific details. Either Wanda crafted this, or maybe a letter actually exists.”

Darcy’s brows furrowed, deep in thought. “You said they haven’t talked since he came back from the Blip?”

“Yeah. They reunited but then at Stark’s funeral, they barely spoke a word to each other.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know? They’re weird. You’ve met Bucky. Y/n can be just as stubborn.”

“She brought up Stark to Wanda,” Jimmy pointed out. “There has to be some connection then, right? She’s associating this letter with their last interaction?”

Now, the fact that the winter soldier killed Howard and Maria Stark was not public knowledge. Only Sam truly knew what happened years ago, you know, with Tony trying to kill Bucky and all of that? He couldn’t just spill all that info, but he did share: “Bucky had a hard time at the funeral. He and Tony were not on great terms, and he never really got to fix it.”

Sam wished Bucky was around to see the sympathy in Darcy’s eyes. She rewound the scene, cutting to when you brought up Stark to Wanda. “There’s more truth to this then. She remembers Bucky being upset.”

The three of them stared and pondered all of this. It wasn’t much, but it was something. You seemed to have more connection to the world outside the hex than Rambeau did, which was proved by your small tidbits of memory of the real world.

‘You really think he’s just out there trying to find a way to get back to me?’ You had asked, your voice sounding small.

Suddenly, Jimmy sat up straight. “We are thinking of this too literally. Who the hell sends letters in the modern day? She probably sent a text?”

Sam placed his face in his hands, realizing how that should’ve been obvious.

Darcy’s brows shot up. “Yes! Do you think Bucky would share?”

“Can’t hurt to ask. I know he’s frustrated, but he really does want to help,” Sam told them, the sincerity in his voice making their hearts ache.

───※ ·❆· ※───

Bucky sat on the damp ground alongside one of the makeshift labs, slightly under an awning to avoid a complete downfall of rain atop his head.

One of his favorite memories with you was back in 1945 at the Whip & Fiddle, alongside Steve and the other Howling Commandos. He hadn’t even been near London since then, not sure how he’d handle those memories. Perhaps he was there as the Winter Soldier, but nothing quite stood out.

Neither of you had any idea what was to come. You had no inkling to how life could get harder than it was. It was already war, and he had already been held hostage by Hydra and was safe, and everyone let themselves believe, even just for a single night in the pub, that everything was okay.

Bucky had Steve back, and he had you back. For one night, all was well.

Dancing with you that night was not a new thing for the two of you; even platonically, you’d gone dancing together, or on double dates and shared a moment as dances alternated. There was a joy to it back then which was different than it was in the present, and you both loved every part of it.

However, that night in London in the midst of the war, hidden in the golden lit pub, a beautiful girl in his arms, Bucky felt different.

He could remember who your hands draped around his shoulders, your fingers finding strands of his hair that were a little curled at the edges after a long day. He held your waist as a jazzy song changed to a softer one, and he thought to himself I can’t lose her, and more importantly, I can’t leave her.

‘What’s wrong?’ you had asked, a crease between your brows as you recognized his sad eyes.

‘Can I tell you a secret?’ it was almost a whisper.

‘Always.’

‘Even though I’m proud of all we’re doing here, I still sometimes wish I had never been drafted.’

You made no inclination that you pitied him in any way. ‘That's a fair thing to say, Sergeant.’

‘Things just– this all should’ve been so different.’

He felt your thumb rub gently at the side of his neck, only briefly, but you kept quiet, gazing up at him. There was a new sparkle in your eye hidden under all the sadness. He wished there was a world he could ease you; he longed for his own home back in Brooklyn, an image of you spinning in the parlor, away from your life as a field-nurse, away from all the terror. Perhaps it would have just been the two of you, in a world far away.

All those years later, the night you found him in Bucharest, the feeling lingered. He hadn’t thought about it since 1945. But you were standing in his tiny, dusty apartment, in your tactical gear with a wound that definitely needed more tending. He stood alone with you for the first time in this new life, and his heart lurched, remembering, I can’t lose her. Against all odds, somehow the two of you found each other again, nearly 70 years later, which had to mean something.

Yet, differently this time, he knew, I have to leave her.

Bucky turned his head to the side, viewing the glowing forcefield of the hex in the distance. There was a whole world inside of that very hex, which was just like one he had once longed for, once upon a time. It only stood a short distance away. Inside, you were in a world safe from the messiness of the life and trauma you’d experienced.

But it was a hex, that’s all it was. Despite his longing to believe he could walk in there and be part of the life he wished he once had, it wasn’t real. In reality, he wasn’t even sure if it was safe – if you were safe.

In his pocket, he felt his phone vibrate. He wanted to ignore it, but usually people only texted him if it was something important.

From Sam:

Did she text you?

Bucky felt dumbfounded:

When? Now?

Sam:

No stupid. Before all this. Instead of a literal letter, did she send you a text? Or maybe a voicemail?

Bucky froze, his hands clutching onto his phone. It seemed obvious now, but his brain had felt too clogged to make any previous connection between what you had said in Westview and what you had said in the text thread.

His thumb quickly found your name and he reread it all.

I know you’re hurting over Stark, even if you won’t admit it. You were pardoned for a reason and I hope you know you deserve your freedom.

The dinner with Wanda made more sense now. You were remembering tidbits of the texts. You still had connection to your recent memories, it was all just trapped away.

And the worst part was that you were waiting for him.

Had you been waiting for him this whole time? Three weeks of silence and just hoping that he would send a simple hello?

The rain was spotting up Bucky's phone screen, and wiping it away could only help so many times. He slid it back in his pocket, his hands practically shaking with how fucked up this all felt.  He’d been pushing away the guilt he felt for not calling back. He told himself it wouldn’t matter; you would never truly like the person he was now. You were a part of his past, and didn’t truly see this new version of him. If Steve left him, how could you not?

Sam was the one to eventually go get Bucky. He showed up in an oversized raincoat with an extra in his hands, after a few minutes of running around to find the guy.

Bucky did not know how long he’d been sitting cold and alone. All he could focus on was the hex. Sam knew it had been only about half an hour before they knew they needed to get Bucky from the rain. They’d only let him stay out that long in the first place because, well, it seemed like he needed it.

Sam stood a distance away, squinting at his friend who barely acknowledged his presence. “Bucky.”

Silently, Bucky just continued to stare emotionlessly at the hex.

“I can’t even begin to imagine what’s going on in that head of yours,” Sam said and Bucky could hear the smirk. “Inside? We don’t even know where to start. They’ve been both talking to Hayward for a while to see how to proceed. I’m assuming that you didn’t answer my text earlier because we were right?”

At first, Bucky’s only response was to flex his right hand, stretching his fingers and trying to relax.

Sam continued, “I also have some assumptions as to how I think you feel about y/n thinking you’re her husband. But I don’t know if you are ready to hear those assumptions.”

Sam saw Bucky take a deep breath. Croakily, he said, “I didn’t text her back.”

There was a lot in that one statement, and it made Sam’s heart drop. He too briefly looked over at the hex, before going to sit down at Bucky’s side. The moment felt heavy. Bucky had been holding in so much since he came back from the blip, and Sam was waiting for him, ready when Bucky needed someone. You had been too, but Bucky couldn’t take that.

Sam sighed, defeated, “Bucky,” he hesitated and shook his head, hoping Bucky would just open up to him, “what happened between you guys? I just don’t get why you’ve stopped talking to her out of everyone?”

Bucky clasped his hands together trying to keep from shaking further. “I don’t know.”

“I’m not trying to make you feel guilty. I just genuinely want to know.”

He took in a breath, and on the exhale he bit back at his quivering lip. “She doesn’t need someone like me around, Sam.”

“No,” Sam said seriously, “You don’t say shit like that.”

Bucky laughed non-comically. “I just couldn’t text back. I can’t give her anything.”

Sam shook his head, “What did she send you?” Trying to ignore the rain dripping from the curling ends of his hair, Bucky pulled his phone out, unlocked it, and handed it to Sam. Your texts were the first thing it had opened up to.

It took him a moment to read it and let the words sit. Bucky expected Sam to critisice him for not responding to any of this, however, Sam just slid the phone back and asked, “Will you let them read this?”

“Sure. Whatever.”

“You know what Steve told me once? About you and y/n?”

Sam’s question was a bit jarring to Bucky, who just frowned, “What?”

“It was that time back when all the stupid shit was happening with the accords. You and y/n didn’t even say much to each other, but she moved around you with such ease. It was somethin’. I don’t think either of you even realize how naturally you fell into step.”

“Okay?” Bucky squinted, “What does this have to do with Steve?”

“I’m getting there,” Sam nudged him with his elbow. “The first time I saw you smile was at her, you know?”

“So?”

“So, I asked Steve about you two. I knew how she fit into Steve’s story, and I knew how you fit into Steve’s story. But you must’ve had a story together, and I asked. All he really said was.. He said, Sam,” Sam mimicked the stern and serious voice of a commander which would’ve made Bucky grin if he wasn’t having a rough time, “Those two? There was no y/n without Bucky, and there was no Bucky without y/n.”

He’d never thought of it that way. “We were just friends.”

“Woah,” Sam grinned, “I wasn’t even suggesting anything and you’re already gettin’ defensive? Speaks pretty loudly, Buck.”

Bucky shook his head, not wanting to admit defeat, “It just sounded like you were gettin’ at something.”

“She thinks you're her goddamn husband, Bucky.”

“Wanda’s just putting that thought into her head–”

“Will you just shut it? We don’t know the logistics of the place, so you can’t say that. Plus, those texts? She’s not lost the real connection to you. Sure, there’s a fabricated image of you as her husband, but the feelings she’s displaying? Those aren’t nothin’.”

Finally, Bucky looked at him, at a loss for words. He tried to remain stoic, but his nostrils flared, his eyes saddening, and Sam saw it all.

Sam placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder, giving him a squeeze. “I’m not suggesting anything. I’m just saying, let yourself feel whatever you need to feel. Whatever connection there is between you two, it’s something.”

In understanding, Bucky gave the faintest of a nod. He didn’t quite know where to find room to deal with these feelings, whatever they were. Even long ago, before the war and before all of this, he had a hard time coming to terms with the fact that the sweet smile of the girl next door made him more delighted than anything else. Now, after everything you’d been through? He didn’t know where to even start.

There was a forbidden aspect to even thinking about you past anything but an old friend. He never let himself bask in the idea of you, the you that you were today. He couldn’t think about how, even in Bucharest, in no position to have even a smidge of your trust, you showed him more kindness than he’d ever felt in this new life. He couldn’t think about how, during battle, even though there were few words spoken, you stood by his side, seemingly proud that you were fighting alongside him. If he thought about these things, or about the way you burst into tears when you saw him again for the first time after the blip, or, at the funeral, the way you said, with such desperation, ‘Please come stay with me,’ he would never stop, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold back from running to you. It was forbidden, he decided, a long time ago. He couldn’t bring you his darkness. He would never do that to you.

“Can we get out of this rain?” Sam asked, pulling Bucky from his thoughts.

Bucky cleared his throat, blinking back to the present, “Yeah. Sure.”

───※ ·❆· ※───

Within a few hours, after an intense talk from Darcy on the confusing science of how they believed they’d be able to get a letter into the hex, Bucky was sitting down at a cold metal desk, pen in hand, writing you a letter.

Earlier, a SWORD agent went via the sewer system into Westview, thinking that if they arrived via underground then maybe they’d get in without being sucked into the magic itself. This sort of failed, as the agent became a beekeeper. There was also the drone they sent in, which had magically turned into a retro toy helicopter.

Essentially, they knew things were able to get into the hex, but it would just get altered. A letter from Bucky would quite certainly be able to get to you, however they weren’t sure if the content would remain the same.

“Keep it simple,” Jimmy instructed, hovering a little much.

“Dude, give him some space,” Darcy lightly swatted Jimmy’s arm, “He’s trying to write a letter from war. That shit’s deep.”

Woo rolled his eyes. Bucky tapped the pen on the desk. There were light metallic thumps.

“Don’t talk about the hex yet,” Darcy told him, even though this was lightly discussed already, “We’ll try this first, and then get more detailed with further letters depending on how this goes. You’re like an official pen pal.”

“That is a horrible comparison,” Sam told her but he was grinning.

“Will you all just shut up,” Bucky spat. Woo stepped back, and the other two snickered.

The crease between Bucky’s brows tensed as he brought the pen to the paper, wondering where to begin. “How should I even address this?”

“Did you guys ever call each other anything?” Darcy offered, “Honey? Sweetie?”

Bucky turned to shoot her a glare. “No? Y/n was not my ‘sweetie’?” He then shot Sam an even darker glare because Sam couldn’t stop his snickers.

“‘My dearest wife,” Jimmy suggested, which was unfortunately serious.

Unfortunate, because Bucky also glared at him and said with mad disdain, “Do you even want me to write this damn letter?”

“Fine,” Darcy huffed, “Dear y/n.’ Nice and simple. Like we said.”

Bucky huffed and turned back to the paper. Listening to the stupid advice, he began,

‘Dear y/n,’

He chewed the inside of his cheek, his lips tutting out as he thought. He could feel the eyes on him, and he could feel that Darcy was about to make a further suggestion, so he cut her a quick look to let her know, ‘don’t.’

She shut her mouth, and he started scribbling away. It felt embarrassing to know that they were going to read this, but he let himself let out a few feelings anyway. This was for you, and at the end of the day, that’s what was most important.

I’m so sorry I’ve kept you waiting. I’m just in a tough place. I’m okay, and I’m trying to find a way to get you out to get back to you. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about you.

I miss you.

Yours,

James

Bucky placed the pen down and leaned back in his chair, proud of his work. He looked very sweet, sitting proudly as though he just penned the most genius letter ever written.

Sam stepped forward, finger tapping beside the parchment, “Can we read now?”

Bucky waved a hand as if to say go ahead.

Reluctantly, Sam picked it up, scanning it over.

“Why’d you sign it as James? I’ve never heard you call yourself that.”

“It’s my name,” Bucky retorted.

“No one calls you that.”

“She’s been calling me that in the hex!”

Darcy asked, “Did she ever call you that in real life? Like, in the 40s?”

“Well, no,” Bucky admitted, “But it just fits the hex, okay?”

Sam frowned and handed Darcy the letter so that she could also read it. He crossed his arms and let out his new critique, of course, “I think you should sign it as Bucky.”

“Why does it even matter?” Bucky felt defensive because, as previously mentioned, he felt kind of genius about the letter.

“Cause it’s sort of a better connection to the real world. Maybe she’ll see that, as simple as it sounds, and remember things a little better. Signing it as James almost seems like a lie.”

Bucky’s jaw adjusted and he let his mouth fall open, tongue pressing against his mouth as he knew Sam was probably right however, he didn’t want to admit that.

“It's good though,” Darcy nodded. “I agree about the name thing, but this is good.”

“Fine,” Bucky held his hand out for it so that he could make the adjustment. He scribbled over James and instead wrote Bucky.

Jimmy added, for no particular reason, “I liked the addition of saying Yours. Makes it more romantic.”

“You should’ve signed, xo xo,” Sam teased.

Bucky threw the pen at Sam.

Jimmy grabbed the fancy cream coloured envelope reserved for the letter, folding the parchment up and sealing it inside. He held it up with a little smile, “Let’s get this bad boy sent then, am I right?”

Bucky wanted to throw a pen at all these people.

───※ ·❆· ※───

Westview

The talent show was strange, to say the least, yet entertaining.

Although it had been years since you’d seen Vis, something about him felt very different. His voice, mannerisms, smile, all the same as you remembered, but it was as though you were seeing him for the first time. He didn’t have time to greet you before the show, having frantically arrived late to have to hop right onto the stage for his and Wanda’s magic show.

Their performance was quite adorable. You had been sitting next to Geraldine, a sweet woman who was apparently in some club with Wanda. Vis and Wanda seemed a little frazzled during their show, probably because they didn’t get the time to fully prepare. Still, it was miraculous, and you found yourself giggling along, actually a little amazed with some of the tricks they pulled off.

At one point, even though you swore you hadn’t noticed Geraldine leave, she’d magically appeared inside a box, ‘conjured’ by Wanda and Vis. It was just hysterical! Geraldine seemed just as shocked as you felt, which made you nearly cry from laughter.

They got quite the praise from Dottie and the rest of the attendees. Their performance truly made a grand effort for the children.

Although you had so badly wanted to say hello to Vis, he and Wanda headed home rather fast after receiving a trophy. It was a little odd, especially after an odd and marvelous show, but you supposed they had their own business to attend to. You’d call Wanda tomorrow to congratulate her and try to set up another gathering, hopefully with him this time.

On your way home, you dropped off the newly finished library book, and made mental plans of what to do for dinner.

You were so lost in thought over what to cook, that you nearly walked right past the mailbox with the little red flag that had stood up.

You literally backtracked, backing up down the steps to your home, your face dropping when you saw that you had mail.

After so many disappointing mornings opening up the mailbox to find some bills or flyers, you knew better than to really get your hopes up. Yet today, you felt different, and you reached in and grasped onto the crisp envelope, feeling faint as you read the familiar handwriting.

Finally, James had written. It wasn’t a letter telling you he was missing. It wasn’t a letter telling you some boring war news. It was him. His writing. His hands. His name.

You couldn’t wait a damn moment, running toward your home as you began messily tearing open the envelope.

The door slammed shut behind you, the envelope being tossed to the side as you rested your back against the inside of the door. Your hands shook as you unfolded the parchment, fingers lingering on the smidges of dirt which were your very own flickers of the battlefield and the world he was in, wherever he was. There were a few dropped dots of the calligraphy ink, and a couple words had been scribbled out as though he had tried and rewritten a few things.

Dear y/n. You were only on the introductory line, and you felt tears spring to your eyes.

I’m so sorry I’ve kept you waiting.

I’m just in a tough place. I’m okay, and I’m trying to find a way to get back to you. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about you.

I miss you.

Yours,

Bucky.

Lightly, you traced over his name. There was no possible way you could hold the tears back, letting them fall, not bothering to wipe them away. The name was becoming cloudy.

Bucky.

Your Bucky.

A sob escaped, the yearning feeling for the man you missed so much just feeling overwhelming.

Bucky was okay. He was alive. And he was yours.

next chapter

[crankynewt]

Life Could Be a Dream - Chapter 2

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Summary: (Y/N) slowly begins to remember their life with “Pietro” before WestView as they move through the decades, but sometimes knowledge is a curse rather than a blessing.

Pairing: Pietro (Peter) Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warning: WandaVision Episode 6 spoilers! Read at your own risk!

Author’s Note: Here’s the highly requested second part to Be Okay! You don’t have to read it to understand this story, but it does fill in the gap during the 80s episode and give a little more context into the reader’s mind. Also, the reader’s powers and Halloween costume are highly based off of Starlight from the boys even though I did my best to make it gender neutral, but that’s what I kinda envisioned!

(Not My Gif!)

Your hips swayed as you danced around the kitchen, the sound of The Chords’ “Life Could Be a Dream” filled the room from the record player in the corner your beloved vinyl was spinning on. Chopping pineapple for the jell-o in the bundt mold beside you, you hummed along to the familiar tune as your feet shuffled back and forth on the checkered floor.

A whooshing sound and light breeze behind you tore your attention away from the task at hand. Turning around quickly, you were met with the smiling face of your loving boyfriend, relaxing in a chair with his feet propped up against the kitchen table. His dark jeans were complimented by a letterman jacket adorning his shoulders, his shades of grey complimenting your own and those surrounding the both of you.

“My partner and their impeccable taste in music.” He smirked, arms crossed behind his head.

“My boyfriend and his faster-than-a-bullet superspeed.” You retorted, shuffling over to your man and giving him a playful smack on the leg. “Feet off the table! We’ve gotta eat here in a few hours!”

Pietro whooshed once again, this time with one hand in your waist while the other held yours, finally slowing down enough to gently rock you to the music. Life really could be a dream, and you were experiencing it first-hand.

“What is happening? Where did this come from?!” Agent Woo asked, watching the dancing couple sway as a hexagon framed the image and the words ‘Pietro(Y/N)’ shone across the screen.

“I don’t know! When Wanda recast Pietro an extra broadcast started from inside the hex and this is what the channel’s playing.” Darcy explained, taking a sip of her long awaited coffee as the end credits began to roll. “She must have somehow created another storyline for them.”

“But, wait… Didn’t somebody say that (Y/L/N) went missing before the blip?” Monica commented, pointing at your smiling face on the screen.

“Last I heard was that they got beamed up on that spaceship in New York with Spider-Man and Doctor Strange, but nobody’s seen them since.” Jimmy added, crossing his arms with a furrowed brow.

“Well wherever they were, they’re back in action.”

You woke up with a gasp, shooting straight up as a cold sweat adorned your body. Your nightmare had been something that you couldn’t believe your mind had imagined, it was so real, so dark… 

You had been on a strange planet surrounded by shades or orange and red, weirdly dressed people fighting all around you. At the centre of it all was this purple giant, a metallic glove adorning his hand as he fought the group of you away. 

Before you knew what you were doing you were rushing towards him, hand raised as a tingling feeling ran down your arm while golden light formed around your hand. But your attack was to no avail as with a clench of his fist the giant had opened a red hole in front of you and you began free falling.

“What? What is it?” Pietro grumbled, slowly waking up at your sudden outburst. He sat up as well, rubbing his hand on your lower back soothingly. 

“It was just a dream, babe.” You brushed it off, turning to face Pietro and leaning closer towards him. His eyes still held worry and a bit of disbelief as you played it off, but rather than argue, he just held you close as the two of you laid back down until sleep took it’s hold once more. 

“How much longer ‘till he calls?” Darcy whined, spinning in her chair as the boredom of watching reruns overtook her. You and Peter had just finished your ‘80s episode, meaning that the two of you had just reunited with Wanda and Vision.

“Don’t worry, he’ll call.” Monica replied, and as if on cue the name ‘Jimmy Woo’ was flashing upon her phone screen. She was quick to answer and eagerly pressed the device to her ear. “Woo? What’d your guy say?”

“Scott said that (Y/N) hasn’t been seen since they were on a planet called Titan fighting Thanos. Stark apparently told him that they got tossed in some hole he opened and they couldn’t get them back.” Jimmy explained, the sound of a car moving filling the background as he was already on his way back from talking to Lang.

“You don’t think that he sent her to wherever this new Pietro came from, do you?” Monica responded, Darcy shrugging her shoulders in response.

“I mean, it’s well within the realm of possibilities?” 

“What are you boys doing?” You called from the bottom of the stairs to where Pietro and the twins were playing some video game on the tv, laughing and shouting as they shot at each other. “Piet, why aren’t you in your costume?”

Your boyfriend finally turned to face you and your Halloween costume had his jaw quite literally dropping. You adorned a white costume with a golden star and accents on the front, meanwhile your cape was white with countless smaller stars decorating it’s entirety.

“Wow! Babe, you look… Wow!” He ogled, speeding over to you as his eyes took in your costumed appearance. He ignored your question, Wanda having to bug her brother once more for him to drag Tommy with him to make their matching Quicksilver costumes, their hair slicked up on the sides in an odd way.

Before you knew it the five of you were making your way down the street bustling with costumed kids. Pietro and Wanda were a couple steps ahead of you with the twins, you making the decision to take a minute to appreciate your domestic life while the siblings caught up.

“Unleash hell, demon spawn!” Pietro yelled as the twins went running off to fill their buckets with candy. You weren’t trying to eavesdrop, however you weren’t very far behind them and neither twin was making any effort to speak quietly.

“Do you remember when we were at the orphanage when mom and dad died?” She asked, the duo stopping to talk to each other in the middle of the busy road. While you didn’t intend to stop yourself, the sudden confusion that struck your mind left you no other choice.

Orphanage? Why would Peter have ever been in an orphanage when both his parents were still alive?  Wait, Peter? Where was all this coming from?

Suddenly your life was quite literally flashing before your eyes. Getting your powers, joining the Avengers, falling through the portal to another reality, meeting the X-Men… Oh, and Peter. Your relationship with Peter came back in moments, from your first meeting to the day he kissed you after you almost died on a mission. And how could you ever have forgotten your wedding day?! 

“Peter?” You asked out loud. Whether you were calling out to the man who you now remember to be your husband or questioning the memories that you had just regained you weren’t sure.

Your sudden comment caused Peter/Pietro to scoff in disbelief and furrow his brows, meanwhile Wanda’s expression darkened as her eyes glared daggers into your head. 

“Did you just call me Peter?” He asked incredulously, but his face quickly softened as he saw the fear in your eyes. You were utterly dumbfounded, How did you get back here? Last thing you remembered was being at the school, then all of a sudden you were living in some sit-com town.

“Why doesn’t he remember me? Wanda, what have you done?” Your voice wavered, your gaze shifting from Peter to Wanda, who would have already murdered you if looks could kill.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” Her eyes flashed red, meanwhile Peter was standing there as if everything around him was completely normal.

“I think you do. Don’t make me do this, Wanda.” Your eyes began glowing as well. There was no way this would be ending well.

[mandy-asimp]

The Innocent Act

A/N~ this is literally the first time I’ve ever posted on her so bare with me if this is done wrong! But hopefully it’s not to bad :)

pairing: teacher wanda x fem!reader

warnings: none

summary: reader has been in wand’s class all four year. and in her final year she starts to get lost in the history of the language. asking for extra help but on the wrong day with the wrong outfit. wanda, who’s kept control, finally let’s free and speaks her mind.

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As she walks in, all time stops. She was talking with Darcy. Her best friend since kindergarten. Her pleated skirt flowing in the soft breeze cause by her walking. Revealing the legs that Wanda dreamt of touching.

The red head tried to not look at them. But at the sound of her giggle, she just couldn’t stop herself. Taking in the smile, then the outfit, then the legs. Diverting her gaze before she could be seen though.

Y/N sat in the front of her row. Darcy behind her. The two keeping their conversation going even after they sat down.

“So let me get this straight, you wore the skirt, in attempt to try and get some reaction from Woo? Isn’t he in a relationship already?” Darcy questioned. Not getting the on going joke between them.

And it was true. Y/N word the skirt to feed into the joke. She knew her and Jimmy were always flirting harmlessly. Even his girlfriend knew it was harmless.

With a nod, the bell rang. Cutting the conversation short. “You’re absolutely the weirdest person I’ve met.” Darcy leaned back. Her feet now resting on the little basket on the desk.

“Alrighty! Hi! I know that you all probably expect some extremely hard work, but today is simple. You’re filling out the study guide for next weeks test. Your challenger is that you can only speak in Sokovian. If you have any questions, feel free to ask, other than that the class is yours.” Wanda beamed. Her eyes scanning the room, landing on the student who made her think many things.

Focusing on the way her face scrunched at questions. The way she would turn and her hair would shake with the movement. Diverting her gaze when the student turned around. Putting them on the papers that just laid on her desk. Waiting to be graded.

As Wanda picked up the pen, Y/N’s went up at the same time. Writing down every answer she knew, then flipping the page, putting more answers on the page. Soon she finished and went back through it all. Stopping in the blank page. Sokovia history. Something she had missed.

“Hey, do you know any of this?” She turned to ask Darcy. Not even caring that she wasn’t speaking the foreign language. The brunette looked up, taking in the page.

“Y/N, being honest with you, I don’t. I was just gonna look it up when I got home.” The friend shrugged. Going back to working in her paper silently. The girl in front stole a glance. Darcy had nothing done and the class was almost over.

“You’re no help, Lewis.” Y/N shook her head. The worse part is that she had already skipped the questions and finished everything else. Stealing glances around, she knew she had to ask.

There was nothing she had against the teacher. If anything they were more friends than teacher and student. It was just that when Darcy had mentioned how Y/N seems to blush anytime a simple pet name was given out. Making her realize the unprofessional crush.

But Wanda would never feel the same, right?

Y/N raised her hand slowly. Catching not only Wanda’s attention, but also Darcy’s. “Calling your crush over? Bold move Y/N,” she whispered into the others ear. Only to get a head shake and a soft laugh in return.

“Yes hun?” Wanda spoke in the foreign language. Reminding the now shy girl of the task. Yet, dazing her at the pet name that was given out to everyone.

“When did we learn about any of the history?” She questioned. Pointing to the questions. Switching her eyes between the page and the teacher. Watching as the woman crouched right next to her desk.

She was close enough to smell her perfume. To feel her body heat radiating. And to really get a good look at her face.

Her heart beat picking up a tad when they made eye contact. “It was only at the beginning of the month, dear. Do you not remeber? There was a small test on it as well.” Wanda tired to refresh the memory.

“I guess not, lately things have just been slipping my mind.” Y/N lied. She hadn’t forgotten anything in any other class, but it’s hard in this one. Especially when the teacher is just so desirable.

“You haven’t forgotten anything I’ve ever taught, but if you want help-,” Wanda got cut off by the sound of the bell. Signaling the class change. “You’re free to come after school. Or during our lunch we could work on it.”

It was a tough decision…No it wasn’t. If it meant that Y/N got to spend more time with the red head, she would gladly take it. “I think after school is better. Give my mind a break.” She smiled up. “Imma go grab my lunch and I’ll be back.”

“Ok! Don’t rush though, doll.” Wanda turned her back, moving back to her desk. Missing the intense blush that spread on Y/N’s cheeks. Along with her quickly leaving.

While Wanda cleared off the normal spot on her desk, Y/N sped to find Darcy. Being too fast, she got stopped by Ms. Harkness. Bumping straight into the english teacher and falling onto the floor with a loud thud.

Pulling the attention of the woman in purple and Wanda, who hurried to see what happened.

Y/N was muttering many apologies. Standing up, and bending to pick up her dropped phone. Not Knowing Wanda was behind. Along with how Wanda stared intensely at her ass.

“Slow down next time, Y/N. It’s not like you ever get to lunch on time.” Harkness laughed. The student quickly following after. “Now get to where you were going.”

With that dismissal, she ushered away.

Agatha, however, stayed still. Staring at Wanda with a smirk. Knowing exactly what thoughts were going through her head. “Ya’ know, she’s not that innocent as she seems. It’s her innocent act. I’ve met a lot of kids who pull it, never one as good as her.” Agatha mentioned. Heading into the teachers work room.

Wanda stood there. Dumbfound. Was it an act? Or just how she was genuinely that innocent as a senior?

The language teacher pushed it off. Finding her way back into her class. Where she cleared off a big enough seat on the desk.

Why now was it hard to keep control? Wanda had never had this issue before. So why now? What changed?

Wanda dwelled on the thoughts while Y/N grabbed her lunch. Pulling the peach colored bag out and slamming the locker. Apologizing to the teacher who scolded her from inside a classroom.

She slowly made her way back. Not sure how she was going to handle a lunch with the teacher now that she could barely make eye contact. And when she made it back to the red head’s room, she found her lost in thought.

“Earth to Mrs. Maximoff?” She called, knocking on the door. Smiling widely at the teacher. “Did I loose you there?”

“Yeah, I was just lost in thoughts.” She smiled. Her eyes going from the papers and landing on the legs again. But quickly up further.

She took in the blush that was attempted to be hidden. Y/N had seen her staring. And yet, blushed. She liked it? Or was it just a natural response?

“So! How are the boys and the mister?” Y/N took her seat on the desk in front of Wanda’s. Pulling her legs up and crossing them. Showing off a hint of her underwear.

She didn’t wear any shorts to fuel her joke, but didn’t think this far into the day.

“Oh, boys are boys. Even when they’re grown. I do think Vis is getting bored of me,” Wanda over shared. Not thinking double about it.

Y/N frowned. “How could someone be bored of you?! You’re literally the best person alive!” The student complimented.

“You’re too sweet darling, but he’s been gone a lot more. More secretive. Distant…to a point. I’m beginning to think he wants a divorce.” Wanda continued in the topic. Wanting to know how Y/N would answer.

Y/N placed her lunch down. Getting up and standing next to Wanda. Holding her hand out. “What?” The red head fell confused. But Y/N just gestured her hand again.

And when Wanda took it, she was pulled up into a caring hug. Her arms wrapping around the girls waist. Feeling a form of comfort and safety. She let her shoulders fall and jaw unclench.

“If I was you wife, I would never do anything to loose you. You’re far to adoring for that,” Y/N said. More in an attempt to make her teacher feel better. “Plus, you could get any person in the entire world. So if he makes the worst decision in the entire world, then let him. It’s his loss.”

“Mmm, then I guess it’s a good thing it already happened.” Wanda let the truth out. Pulling back slightly. “But did you mean I could get anyone?”

Y/N was now the one confused. “You got divorced? When?!” Was her first question. Never once hearing about it.

Wanda just shook her head, a soft laugh leaving her lips. She left the hug and moved to close the door. Blocking herself for when she locked the piece of wood. “Since winter break. It was after New Years.” She answered. “Now you answer my question.”

“Right, and yes. I do believe you could get any man you wanted.” Y/N nodded. Standing by her words.

“And what if I told you it wasn’t a man?” Wanda pushed. She came back towards Y/N. Pulling her closer to the front. Right in the blind spot.

“I mean you could still probably get her. Is she single?” Y/N wanted to know more about this girl. The one she became jealous of just at the mention.

“She is, very cute, funny, charismatic, and she does her work always on time. The only thing is…I don’t know if she likes me back.” Wanda dramatically sighed. Gaining a small laugh from the girl in the skirt.

“Maybe show her, or just be straight forward and ask. The worst that could happ-,” Y/N got stopped by Wand’s lips on hers. At first it was surprise. Then shock. Finally, she melted into it. Accepting it to be a dream.

The two pulled apart. Y/N keeping her eyes closed and Wanda smiling at the sight. “I’m beginning to think she does feel the same way,” the older of the two joked.

“I know she does,” Y/N opened her eyes. Meeting the gaze of Ms. Maximoff. “I guess it was a good thing my birthday has passed, because I want to take you to dinner tonight. To celebrate a friday.” She beamed.

Really she just wanted to take the teacher to dinner, and knowing she felt the same, she could be as free as she wanted.

[ynscrazylife]

Hey could u do a jimmy woo fic were the readers a villain he has been trying to fined

The Secrets We Keep

Summary: Jimmy and Y/N are dating but they’re keeping secrets from each other. Jimmy’s secret is that he’s a SHIELD agent and Y/N’s is that . . . she’s what you’d call a villain. When he finds her, the story of why Jimmy transferred to the FBI is told. (This is pre-2014)

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(IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Jimmy Woo shaking his head ‘no’)

"Agent Woo, we have a new mission for you," Deputy Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Maria Hill, said as she approached Jimmy's desk. Her face was blank, unable to tell what she was thinking, and she held out a file to him.

Jimmy paused his conversation with his friend and colleague Agent Melinda May and turned to the woman, giving her a smile. "Oh?" He said, taking the file eagerly. His first solo mission in a while!

As Jimmy opened up the file, Maria started to explain. "You've been assigned this mission by Agent Pierce. We've been tailing this woman for awhile now and she escapes us every time. She was in S.H.I.E.L.D's custody before attacking some of our agents, escaping, and she took our information on her and gadgets with her."

Jimmy scanned the file. There was no picture of her, only a name (which was probably fake), Elizabeth Connor.

"Agent Pierce has been investigating and we think we know where she's going next: an abandoned S.H.I.E.L.D. safehouse no longer in use. We need you to go there and bring her in," Maria continued.

"Why was she in S.H.I.E.L.D's custody in the first place? And what makes you think we'll get her this time?" Jimmy asked.

Maria bit her lip. "Your first question - Director Pierce has told me not to disclose that information, not even I know the details of why she was in our custody," she admitted. "However, we think you can get her this time because we're trying a new approach: sending one Agent in, so as to not scare her off, but we're also giving you something we've been working on for awhile. She's an Inhuman with ice powers. Even though water beats fire, fire beats ice. We have a weapon that'll send heat flares at her to weaken her and a special serum that if you inject her with it, it'll block her powers," she said.

Jimmy nodded. "When do I leave?" He asked.

"Now," Maria answered.

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Jimmy was on high alert, having parked his car a few blocks away and now steadily approaching the safehouse, his new weapon at the ready. He recognized this safehouse - before it was used by S.H.I.E.L.D, Jimmy had taken his girlfriend here once for a weekend getaway. It was secluded, in the woods, and he smiled when he remembered it. He wondered what his girlfriend would be doing now. She didn't know Jimmy was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent - he wasn't allowed to tell her.

Jimmy was wearing a disguise so the woman wouldn't know it was S.H.I.E.L.D. and got closer and closer to the sarehouse. He picked the lock on the door and entered, seeing it relatively empty. He brought out his weapon but then immediately felt a chill in his side and was thrown to the floor. Not having expected this and not knowing where it was coming from, Jimmy started firing his weapon.

He scrambled to sit up and saw the woman, who was also in a disguise, running towards him. He had no idea where she had come from and immediately fired the weapon at her. It hit her in the stomach and made her falter, obviously not having expected this. It did weaken her like Maria said, but she managed to send an ice blast at Jimmy which threw his weapon to the side.

They continued to fight, neither one gaining the upper hand for long, and neither knowing who the other was. Jimmy had to admit, she was strong and was putting up a good fight even in her weakened state, but he had the upper hand. When she tackled him to the ground, Jimmy used that opportunity to grab the needle which was laced with the serum and injected her with it. After a moment, she slowly stopped struggling, and then went limp, unconscious. Jimmy pushed her to the ground and composed himself.

After taking a breath and observing the woman who was face-down unconscious, he grabbed his handcuffs from his pockets and handcuffed her wrists and ankles, before rolling her onto her back. Adrenaline was rushing through Jimmy's veins and he forced himself to calm down before pulling the mask off the woman's head.

His eye's widened and he couldn't contain his gasp. It was . . . Y/N. His girlfriend. He had just fought and handcuffed his girlfriend. Thoughts were swarming through his head and he leaned against the wall, needed a moment to think and compose his thoughts. Y/N was an Inhuman . . . who was in S.H.I.E.L.D. custody and escaped.

Jimmy looked back at her and guilt filled him. He had just knocked out his girlfriend! Even if she was a "villain" . . . The agent in him said that he should tell Maria and bring her back to S.H.I.E.L.D., but his heart protested. There had to be more to this story. Y/N was kind and loving and caring . . . she wouldn't harm a fly!

Jimmy got to his feet and carefully picked her up in his arms, carrying her over to the couch. Despite knowing that she wouldn't harm a fly . . . He couldn't help but doubt it. She never told him that she was an Inhuman, nor about S.H.I.E.L.D . . . Even if he wanted to have faith in her, did he really know her? Those were the reasons why he took the handcuffs off of her ankles but left the ones on her wrists, even if it hurt him and he was yelling at himself internally.

Jimmy then sat back in an armchair, thinking about all of the questions he was going to ask when she woke up. 

Sure enough, almost a half hour later, Y/N started to stir and Jimmy sat up, watching as she opened her eyes and looked around, and her eyes went wide when she saw her boyfriend. “Jimmy?!” She said. 

Jimmy frowned, not showing any emotion. With a breath and wanting to trust her, he revealed the truth. “I’m a S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, Y/N. I wasn’t allowed to tell you and I was assigned on a mission to find a woman who attacked S.H.I.E.L.D agents and escaped custody. Help me help you,” he said, trying to be calm. 

Y/N struggled to sit up for a moment and when she realized it was because she was handcuffed, there were tears in her eyes. She could tell Jimmy wanted to believe her, but it would be hard with the evidence stacked up against her.

She took a deep breath. “I was going to tell you that I was an Inhuman. I came here, today, to try and figure it all out . . . Alexander Pierce wanted to use me for S.H.I.E.L.D. and approached me a couple years ago. I was excited to be an Agent but I soon found out I wasn’t. I was treated like a weapon. I don’t blame S.H.I.E.L.D., though, this was all Pierce who lied to me and used me. He kept me in a cell. I finally managed to escape and only ‘attacked’ agents when they attacked me. I just wanted to peacefully escape and get the information they have on me . . . I ended up grabbing a few gadgets, one of them being a cloaking device which is why you didn't see me. I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was you. I just wanted to be free, Jimmy,” she said, and when she finished she was crying. 

Jimmy frowned, deeply upset to hear this. Every part of him wanted so badly to believe her, to rip those handcuffs off of her wrists, say never-ending apologies, to hold her, and to punch Pierce. He stood up and walked over to the couch, sitting next to her and putting an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. 

“Y/N, I . . . I want to believe you-” he said. 

Y/N cut him off. “I know, you need evidence. I have that,” she said. 

The two engaged in a kiss and then spent the next few hours looking at evidence, having long conversations, and planning on what to do next.

[scarthefangirl]

Its a working theory

Darcy Lewis x reader | Darcy Lewis x G/N!reader

Request: Hello! Can I request something for Darcy Lewis x reader? I'll give you prompts, you pick your fav. 1- "you're my lover, not my rival" 2 - "did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" 3 - "you're the smartest person in this room, I trust you with my life"

Warnings: blunt reader, pick-up lines, flirting, mentions of the devil, takes place during wandavision

A/N: I take requests for all marvel characters and more fandoms too!! Requests: open | closed

You stared at Darcy from across the meeting that Hayward was having. You had just came to the case. But you already knew Darcy from her 'work' with Thor and Jane. You two had a little thing going, but never official. You wished it was official. You guess that neither of you were brave enough to make it something.

The meeting continues and you catch Darcy's eye. She winks at you; you mouth 'call me' shaking your hand over your ear in the shape of a phone. She stifles a laugh with her hand. Monica looks at her and raises an eyebrow. She whispers something to her and she makes eye contact with you and gives you an awkward smile, like when your moms friends kid waves. You smile and give a nod up toward the ceiling, your way of saying hello. Jimmy Woo looks up as if to see what your looking at and you smack your forehead. Monica laughs and smiles at you, you smile back.

"Y/N you just got here, I don't need you and Rambeau flirting already." Hayward says to you. You smile at him devilishly.

"I'm into someone else, so don't worry General." You say casually, because it is. You wink at Darcy and you notice a hint of blush rising up her cheeks.

"Shut up Y/L/N." He glares at you. You shrug and stay quiet.

After the meeting you go with Monica and Darcy and Jimmy. Darcy introduces you to each other andthere is an immediate click. Jokes bounce of each other like you guys had been friends forever. You are caught up to date with the Wanda and Vision scenario. You bring a few good ideas to the plate and you feel like you fit in well. It gets late and it is just you and Darcy. You had to leave for an hour, but when you got back you had a sudden surge of confidence.

"Hey Darce!" You do a little drum roll on the desk, when you walk up, with your hands. There are lots of people in the big room, working. You hope that you can brave through this.

"Yes?"

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" You ask, pausing for a moment. She looks up at you with surprise. Before she can say anything you jump to say the rest. "Cause it sure hurt when I did."

"Did you really just hit on yourself Y/N?" Darcy laughs.

"And you! You do look like an angel." You smile at her. She shakes her head.

"Technically, the angels that fell from heaven (in the bible) were Satan and his demons so... Your calling me a demon?" She says, raising an eyebrow.

"Shut up." You laugh. "You mist be exhausted from all this work. We should go out tonight." You propose the date. Darcy looks up in surprise. "Don't act so surprised! It was a long time coming."

"Your asking me on a date?!" She says excitedly. You nod and she jumps out of her desk, running around to stand in front of you.

"Yes. And if it goes well, maybe we could be more than friends who flirt." You say nervously. She hugs you and you hesitate to hug back, out of shock. But you do and you can't help but feel like the luckiest person ever.

"I have been waiting for you to ask that. But I thought you didn't like me, or didn't trust me or thought I was weird or something." Darcy stammers. You peck her lips and she goes bright red.

"I like you so much. You are the smartest person in this room, I trust you with my life." You reassure her. She kisses you passionately, and your heart melts.

You to go out and go to a bunch of stores and look at silly stuff. You get pretzels from the mall and look at clothes. It was the best date ever. But the rest after that were great to

<3

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Tags: @umacatita Thanks for the request!!

[science-hoes]

What Can I Do to Make You Stay // J.W.

Description: This was a request from the prompt list with the words “What can I do to make you stay?” for Jimmy Woo x Reader and it turned into smut! So get cozy and get ready for some submissive Jimmy Woo bc come on yall it just makes sense

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, sub!Jimmy, f!reader, cute surprise at the end

You hated that damn iPhone alarm clock. Even though it played a seemingly calm sound to draw a person from sleep, it never failed to scare you awake after hours of silence. And it wasn’t even your alarm.

The other side of the bed shifted, and the alarm stopped. You heard a deep breath followed by an exhausted exhale. Then the crack of joints from a stretch. And just like every morning, a gentle kiss landed in your tangled mess of hair.

“I love you, baby doll.” A voice still deep from sleep whispered.

Your heart warmed at the affections. But you still pretended to be asleep, just like every morning. The bed shifted again, and this time you felt your body sink further into the mattress as the other person stood up. You cracked one eye open lazily and watched your husband sluggishly walk to the bathroom. The door shut and the shower began hissing.

You shifted over to his side of the bed, snuggling in the warm spot that used to be occupied by him. His scent of vanilla and coffee still lingered, and it dared you to fall back asleep. To be fair, it was 4 in the morning. Your husband worked at the Bureau, and his job called for an early rise. But today, you knew he was leaving for a few weeks on a special case.

Sure, his promotion after handling the Westview case was exciting. But now it meant he was gone far more often. He almost didn’t accept the offer, but you knew how much he wanted it. Who were you to hold him back from his dream job?

The running water from the bathroom stopped, and you opened your eyes again. The door opened, and the light from the bathroom creeped across the room. You squinted from the sudden stimulus but adjusted as your eyes focused on your husband.

In nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips.

You smiled and stretched your arms. “Good morning, handsome.” You whispered.

The bed shifted again as he sat down next to you. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” He responded.

You shook your head and reached a hand out to caress his heated upper body. “It’s okay. I wanted to see you before you left.”

Your husband leaned down to press a burning kiss against your lips, but as he did, the water from his hair dripped onto your forehead.

“Jimmy!” You exclaimed with a laugh.

Jimmy sat up slightly, grinning back at you. “What?” He asked before shaking his head, sending more water droplets flying.

“Stop! You’re getting the pillows all wet!” You squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck and tackling him down to the bed again.

Jimmy laughed and held you close to him, taking in the moment. “I wish I didn’t have to leave.” He finally said.

You traced a vein that ran from his forearm down to his wrist. “Me too…but don’t worry. I’ll hold down the fort while you’re gone.” You responded.

Jimmy smiled, watching as your delicate fingers traced against his skin. “I promise that I’ll take some time off after this case. We can go somewhere…” He said before pressing a gentle kiss against your neck. “Or just stay here…” He followed with another kiss to your shoulder.

Your heart fluttered at the feeling of his hot lips against your cool skin. He rolled so that he was on top of you, pressing even more kisses against your exposed skin. His calloused fingers slid under your t-shirt (that actually belonged to him) and pulled it over your head. You leaned up to help him discard of it before flopping back against the mattress, breasts bouncing as you did.

Jimmy groaned at the sight and began to kiss your body once more, wandering lower and lower until he reached your chest. His lips captured one of your hardened nipples in his mouth, and you let out a delighted sigh. Your fingers tangled in his damp hair, guiding him to the other breast. His large hands massaged your breasts, squeezing when he sucked from the other bud. You wrapped your legs around his waist, squeezing his body in between your thighs when he did something you loved.

“Jimmy…” You moaned as he gripped your nipple with his teeth and tugged.

He placed a few more slow kisses to your breasts before trailing his lips down your stomach. “Tell me what you want, baby doll.” He whispered huskily against your cool skin.

You pulled him back up to meet your lips, gently sucking on his bottom lip. “What can I do to convince you to stay?” You asked.

Jimmy chuckled and kissed you again. “I’d say this is working pretty well.” He said.

You smirked before moving to press your lips against his freshly shaven jaw. “Is it going to be cold where you’re going?” You asked.

Jimmy raised an eyebrow. “I mean…I’m going to New York in December.” He answered.

“Good. You can wear a scarf.” You said before feverishly kissing his neck.

The sound he made when you sucked roughly at his soft skin was heavenly. God, he loved when you got like this. You made sure that you left a mark wherever your lips went. You tightened your thighs around his waist and flipped so that you were straddling his stomach. You continued marking your husband up, grinding against his stomach with your soaked panties.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He moaned, tightening the grip he had on each of your thighs.

“Tell me want you want, baby.” You said before working on another spot under his collarbone.

Jimmy groaned like a frustrated teenage boy. “I want you to ride me.” He nearly begged.

You smirked again, loving how wound up he got when you were being dominant. “Take of the towel.” You demanded before beginning to remove your dripping panties from your hips.

“Yes, ma’am.” Jimmy responded, half out of politeness and half out of submission.

You shifted your body further down his. Before you did anything else, you took his throbbing cock in your hands and pumped it gently, spreading the bead of precum around the tip. You took the head in your mouth, swirling your tongue before shoving it to the back of your throat. Jimmy let out another ungodly moan at the sudden movement, clenching a fist in your hair to refrain from bucking his hips against your face. You sucked as you emptied your mouth of his cock.

“Needed to get it wet.” You said simply before lining your entrance up with his now throbbing cock.

Jimmy’s hands rested on your waist, helping you get in the right position. “Please just fuck me, baby doll.” He groaned.

You couldn’t help but smile at his begging. You lowered yourself until you felt his tip press against your slippery core. And without warning, your hips dropped fast on his cock, bottoming out completely. Both of you let out a string of expletives, taking time to adjust. You moved up again, emptying your pussy before sinking down quickly. Over and over. Until soon you were just bouncing on his hips.

And Jimmy nearly came from the sight of your sweet body plummeting on his cock, head thrown back in ecstasy and breasts bouncing on your chest. He began to meet you halfway, bucking his hips against your swelling pussy, filling you up completely. Your hips began to stutter and lose rhythm as your orgasm approached. Jimmy noticed and grabbed your waist, lifting you and shoving you back down onto his cock. Maybe it was the added strength or maybe it was the fact that he was fucking you like a sex doll, but it pushed you over the edge, and your pussy clenched around him.

You let out a final scream before falling forward onto his chest. It didn’t take much longer for Jimmy to follow as he felt your walls pulsating around him. A few more thrusts, and he emptied his cum into you. Instead of pulling out, he just stayed there. He reached for the covers and pulled them over the both of you.

“You make a compelling argument for me to stay…” Jimmy mumbled as he traced his fingers on your back.

You giggled and nuzzled your face into his neck. Just as you were about to make a snarky comment in return, a piercing scream emerged from the monitor next to your bed. You sighed heavily, beginning to sit up. Jimmy pulled you back against him.

“I’ll go get him. I want to hold him before I go.” He whispered.

You smiled and looked up to your husband. “We’re so lonely when you leave us.” You teased.

Jimmy chuckled and ran a hand through your hair. “I think he needs a brother. Or a sister.” He suggested.

You laughed with him before giving him one final kiss. “I think we just made him one.”

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A/N: Thank you for reading! Message me if you want to be tagged!

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VelvetCardiganBucky’s Recommendations 2021: Week 9 | February 21st –February 27th

Welcome to week 9 of my recommendations, if you would like to be featured on a future list, I follow the hashtag #VelvetCardiganBucky, message me, tag me in your future works, or reblog this post and link to your story, one-shot, Masterlist, writing challenge, etc.

Be aware some if not most stories and writers on this list are meant to be consumed by an audience of those 18+. My blog is also an 18+ blog.

✨Page breaks are made @firefly-graphics✨

«Last Week

Week 10»

My Masterlist

My Fic Rec List of Mafia/Mob Bucky/Sebastian & Steve/Chris/Andy

Stuff I Posted This Week:

Run To You Moodboard » I made a moodboard for my friend's ongoing Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader story Run To You

Can I Have This Dance? » Steve Rogers x Reader — 4 times the reader asked Steve to dance with her, and one time Steve her.

Mr. FBI Agent Jimmy Woo Playlist » All he ever wanted was to belong, and now he does, alongside Monica Rambeau and Dr. Darcy Lewis. Karaoke is now 10x’s better.

You’ve Been Everything » Steve Rogers x OFC!Orchid Black — They haven’t shared a bed in months; the snap has changed them both. There is no one to blame.

Sam Wilson

One-Shots:

Great Day To Build A Treehouse by @bestofbucky » Sam Wilson x Reader — Sam Wilson sets off to build your guys sons a treehouse while determined to make you lose your guys bet who can go the longest without sex. Will he win or will you? After all, who can deny a shirtless Sam? | This was adorable yet sexy all at once and I want more please. There just isn’t enough Sam content on here. Thanks lovely for feeding my Sam side, along with some really good smut!

Skinny Jeans, Action Figures, and Baby Shark by @callmeluna » Sam Wilson x Reader ft. Alpine — You, Sam, and boredom are a dangerous combination. No Avenger is safe. | If you need a laugh, you have to read this, because I couldn't stop laughing while reading.

Stucky

One-Shots:

*Proud Popsicle by @firefly-in-darkness » Dad!Stucky x Daughter!Reader (platonic) — Y/N visits her Dads after her holiday with her partner. | This was honestly so adorable and Daisy, you made me tear up. I sort of wish it had never ended and I had more to read.

Serves You Right to Suffer by @mypoisonedvine » dark!Bucky Barnes & dark!Steve Rogers x Reader — a little fresh air never hurt anyone, right? | The smut in this is so good while remaining a really good dark plot to it. I got shivers quite a few times while reading this and I can’t help but wonder just where is reader and the boys now...

Bankrupt by @mypoisonedvine » dark!40’s!Stucky x Reader — Your husband’s gambling addiction quickly got him in hot water with the mob, and you by extension. When some debt collectors come by to settle what is owed, you realize that you have a lot more to worry about than money problems. | My third time reading this and it probably won’t be my last. The smut in this is just so intense and well written. Also it’s Mob!Stucky.

(Mini)Series:

Terrigenisis by @tuiccim » Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Inhuman!Reader — After undergoing terrigenisis unwillingly your life is turned upside down when you are deemed too dangerous to return to life as a civilian. You are put with the Avengers team to train and rebuild. As you hone your powers and skills, you must also decide if you can find home and love again. Or is your curse to be a lonely wanderer forever? | This story has everything in it, animals, angst, fluff and smut. So it’s like the perfect story all wrapped up with a neat little bow.

Steve Rogers

One-Shots:

Points of Authority by @river-soul » Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader — After failing the required self-defense class Captain Rogers offers to give you one on one lessons. His methods are not what you expect and an impromptu session reveals his true intentions. [Violence, dubcon, bullying and fat shaming, 18+] | I felt personally attacked. 😉 As a plus-size girl all I could think was come at me sir, but at the same time I was like I just wanted to stay in bed and the reader was getting my vibes. So good!

(Mini)Series:

Just Say It And I’m Yours by @whisperlullaby » Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve is considering retiring from being Captain America. He feels like he lost himself through all the fighting and wants to get back to his roots. In comes Y/N who seems to be everything he needs in his life. They are fierce and dynamic but what happens when they get caught up in trying to be what everyone else want them to be? | This story is so good and unique. Becca you deserve all the gold stars for this seriously. I look forward to reading more.

Bucky Barnes

One-Shots:

Answer Me by @fuel-joy » Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You get a scary phone call. You ‘re forced to play a game to win your freedom. Can you beat the game or will he win in the end. | Read the notes before reading, this is a little darker than I usually read, but I still really enjoyed this. I’m just glad I didn’t read this before bed. 😂

*To Love And Be Loved By Me @sunflowerxbarnes » Eros! Bucky x Psyche! Reader — The story of Eros and Psyche was quite literally the stuff of legends. When he lost her to the perils of mortality, Eros too lost himself. He wandered the world, lost and alone until fate gave them another chance. Will things be different this time around? Can Eros find a way to save his love before it’s too late? | This will make you cry tears of sadness and tears of joy. I fell so madly in love with this and I knew it needed to be shared with you all. Keep tissues close by.

Partition by @angrythingstarlight » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky comforts you after a bad day, and your boss learns why no one messes with his girl. | If there is someone I get excited about seeing post mob!bucky content it’s @angrythingstarlight and this one-shot was so good and the smut was hot! We are blessed with a part 2.

*Let Me Show You by @angrythingstarlight » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You wanted to know what your mobster boyfriend did, lucky for you he’s more into show then tell. | Hi, yeah I needed to seriously cool down after reading this one. The smut is just really hot and I just don’t think I’ll ever be over this.

Drabbles:

*My Little Girl by @buckysnumberonegirl » Bucky Barnes x Mom!Reader — Bucky is the best man he could ever be not just for the woman he loves but for the little girl who captured her heart, and she has a big question to ask him. | This is just so fluffy and by the end I may or may not have shed a couple tears. Hormones y’all!

Say the word and it’s yours by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mobster boyfriend rescues you from a long, boring day at work. Bucky alway said, “ask and its yours” | This was so adorable and loving, I would highly recommend it. Fluffy!MafiaBoss!Bucky Barnes FTW 🙌🏻

(Mini) Series:

Run To You 🪙 Ch. 7 by @bestofbucky » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. | This keeps getting better and better, chapter 7, hit me in the feel whole the smut was just *chefs kiss* perfect.

Warm, Beating, and Frantic 🌸 Ch. 5 by @river-soul » Bucky Barnes x Reader — On vacation in Europe you’re kidnapped by a stranger who thinks only he can protect you from an unseen enemy known as Hydra. After months on the run, you finally escape. Years later you’re just starting to get your life back together when you accept a job at Stark Tower. The last thing you expect to see is your kidnapper, a part of the Avengers and going by the name Bucky Barnes. [PTSD and stalking] | You can’t help but feel so proud for the reader for going back to work and Bucky for going to therapy. Sam, he is just the best in this, so level headed. We could all use a Sam in our life. Please go read this!

Watch Out For The Quiet Ones Pt. 3 by @eurynome827 » Sub!CollegeJock!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Things have been going good with Bucky and you, so why put a label on it? Also been Bucky has been so good for you that you decide to reward him for his good behavior | I know not the best summery ever done by me but I love this series Eury had blessed us with. (it has a masterlist!)

Synonyms For Hate by @rebeccccccaaa » Bucky Barnes x Reader — A true enemies to lovers ;) | I don’t think you can find a better enemies to lovers stories than this one. It’s got both you angst and just a little bit of fluff. (I can’t make a link so here’s the big click through!)

Lee Bodecker

One-Shots:

Watching You by @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog » Lee Bodecker x Reader — Fresh to town opening your own café across from the police town, you peak the interst of Sheriff Lee Bodecker, who knows you are just hiding something, he will find out just what it is. | I loved this, especially the readers' take no shit attitude.

Chris Beck

One-Shots:

Dorothea by @tinymalscoffee » Chris Beck x Reader — In which Y/N reassured Chris he can always come back home to her. | You can never get enough of Chris Beck or Taylor Swift, so when you put them together, you get this beautiful masterpiece. I can’t help but hope we might see them again for another song, if not their story ended just perfectly.

*Constellations All Around by @hannahshattuck » Chris Beck x Gender Neutral Reader — The freckles on your back make constellations that always guide Chris home to you. | The smut and the plot in this were just too good not to share.

Chris Evans

Drabbles:

The Word by @hangonimwriting » Chris Evans x Mom!Reader — Married for now for six months your daughter calls Chris, Dad for the first time, how does he take it, and how does he take the big surprise you have for him? | This was short and sweet. Just what I needed after a very long day.

Ransom Drysdale

(Mini)Series:

Murder, He Wrote by @what-is-your-backupplan-today and @/southerngracela » Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader — You’re sent by your asshole boss to do a review of a Celebrity Host Haunted Mansion, hosted by none-other than the arrogant, wild-eye browed actor Lucas Lee, but you’re worried you’ve missed the boat…that is, until at the last minute, an email arrives to say they can let you in on the last admission that night, which just happens to be Halloween… | I’ve had this on my need to read list for a while, I did read it and I just want more. The smut in this is good, you feel bad for Ransom, while still containing that dark fic feel throughout the fic so far.

Andy Barber

One-Shots:

To Build a Home by @river-soul » Dark!Andy Barber x Reader | Dreaming of becoming a mother through adoption, you finally concede defeat after a long two years. Devastated and alone, you let your guard down once your lawyer drops by to console you. [Stealthing, breeding, alcohol use and explicit sex, 18+] | If you are looking for something that will give you chills and has really good smut, this is the one for you. I sort of hope we get a follow up.

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Firefly’s Movie Challenge by @firefly-in-darkness — Due Date is August 31st, using characters from Marvel, Supernatural, The Witcher, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, and Henry Cavill, prompts a are a list of movies and rules are in the link with the list.

Kinky Charlie Writing Challenge! Hosted by @hotdamnhunnam — Due Date is April 1st, using a multitude of Charlie Hunnam characters and different types of kinks in the list provided. Check out the link for all the details! Congrats hun on the 1K! You deserve it all! 💗